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a scandal in 1889 | risk of discovery | no aphro

Dec 18, 2011 04:39

December 14, 1889. Ciel, Earl Phantomhive, turns 14 years old. You’ve been invited to his birthday party-along with half of London’s upper crust. It’s rumored that the earl hates his birthday; and why shouldn’t he, given that it’s common knowledge that his parents were killed and his home burned down on this day exactly four years ago? This party ( Read more... )

series: kuroshitsuji, pairing: m/m

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nagasakivampire December 18 2011, 22:14:24 UTC

It's no surprise that one of London's finest doctors is there, even if he comes from Japan and there are strange rumors about his appearance and the things he does in secret when people aren't paying attention. No bodies have come up strangely, after all, and after that mess with Jack the Ripper, everyone's on edge to murders even among women who really won't be missed ( ... )

godsavetheearl December 18 2011, 23:10:56 UTC

Ciel sneers at that--can't quite help it, really. The good (or not so good, as is more likely the case) Doctor is right. He wouldn't hesitate for a moment in biting down were he put in that situation. Thankfully for the doctor, at least, he realizes this. "Hmph. Perhaps you understand better than I had thought." The boy's fingers curl inward, small, short nails pressing into skin even through a layer of cloth.

An eyebrow rises, though, at the man's next request. The young earl gives a quiet, condescending chuckle. "Too risky out here, is it, Doctor?" He mocks, tilting his head upward a little more, the tilt of his chin defiant and cocky. "In that case, I do know of a more private room nearby. Elizabeth's bedroom is just down the hall." And by 'Elizabeth' he means Lady Elizabeth Middleford, of course. Which means that, yes, he is indicating that it would be most convenient to fuck in his fiancée's bedroom.

He presses forward, hands sliding from the man's waist to rest his palms against his chest. "If you'll let me out, I'll lead the ( ... )

nagasakivampire December 19 2011, 00:28:43 UTC

He's not stupid. If he were, he'd never be able to make it as far as he has without attracting too much unwanted attention. And Muraki knows that getting that sort of attention here would be bad for him; it might not be quite as bad for someone with a title, but Muraki's a strange foreigner with no power beyond what he holds over a few people. It doesn't bother him to feel small nails against his waist. It's a little exciting if it's a hint of what's to come ( ... )

godsavetheearl December 19 2011, 00:48:27 UTC

So he finds it funny, does he? Just as well. Ciel can appreciate the sentiment, at least. He loves Elizabeth dearly, with her bright smiles and golden curls and rosy cheeks, but she's utterly clueless--clueless and guaranteed not to be anywhere near her room for the next few hours at least. She's too wholesome to ever even suspect a thing. When Muraki allows him past, he takes a few steps away from the man before pausing to glance over his shoulder. "You make such insinuations, Doctor Muraki. I am interested to see whether you have the capacity to follow through with any of them." And with that, he begins to lead the way ( ... )

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