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Escape
A.N.: This is my second Kuroshitsuji fan fic, and I intend to make it into a few chapters. Don’t hate me people, English is not my native language although feel free to kindly point out my mistakes, whether it be in my grammar or spellings. Comments and reviews are adored. And if you notice that my characters are OOC, it’s basically my fault. I can’t bear myself to finish Kuroshitsuji II when Alois died; Claude is such a dork, although I love them both. I used Philippines as a setting because I’m too lazy to research about places; yes I am a Filipina, and the places I used are basically a stone throw away from my house. Yup, too much info on me, here’s Escape Chapter one.
Disclaimer: Me? Owning Kuroshitsuji? You must be out of your minds! *pulls hair in frustration* I will never, ever, ever, own this awesome anime. Not even in a million lifetimes!
WARNING: OOC, boy x boy sex, can be too dramatic at times, multiple pairings, and all the things modesty forbids in later chapters. Can be brutal as the story progress.

That is it. I had enough.
He stride fluidly towards the ringing cell phone on top of his mahogany table, and with all his strength, smashed it on the floor with great frustration. His crimson pupils seemed to glow in annoyance, the soft raven hair falls perfectly on his face, slightly dampened sweat. Attorney-at-law Sebastian Michaelis swiftly took the lighter and smokes from the pocket of his tuxedo and lit it indignantly, ignoring the fact that the office is air-conditioned and sealed.

I just did my job, now why are they pestering me? He puffed the cigarette and sighed. The 26 year old lawyer just won a highly publicized case, beating the famous attorney Ash Landers on a sensational not-guilty decree. It was a tough job; the evidence all pointed towards his client, Senator William T. Spears. But by obtaining his state witness, Grell Sutcliff through convincing power and a little charm, he managed to stir the winds towards his favor, proving that the rape lawsuit filed by ‘Maylene’ is politically inclined and a mere set-up.

And the media loves it, a little too much. Now they are bombarding the lawyer with questions and it’s stressing the hell out of him.

A knock on the door disturbed Sebastian’s silence.
“Mr. Michaelis, your business partner, Mr. Faustus wants to have a word with you.” Pluto, his secretary, popped his head in his office, ashen hair slightly disheveled in style.
“Send him in.” he didn’t bother to fix his appearance or get up from the carpeted floor, which he carelessly sat.

A distinguished man in his mid-20’s entered the elegant room. Claude Faustus, CEO and major stock holder of Blithe Acme, a company that specializes in real estates. Sebastian’s business partner and best friend in the outside world. But beneath the professional surface, they are uncommitted lovers, no, more like fucking buddies. The bespectacled businessman gazed at him with topaz orbs, expression unreadable. A smirk slowly formed from his thin lips, amused at Sebastian’s stressed appearance.
“You looked ravished.”
He managed to smirk back. “Blame the media. What brings you here? Is it about business?”

The visitor ran his fingers through his messy ebony locks. He walked towards the lawyer and sat with him on the floor, avoiding the smithereens of the abused gadget in front of them.
“It’s more of a pleasure cruise actually. I’m considering to let Canterbury handle the stuff for a while as we discover the world beyond us.” He waved a few plane tickets in front of Sebastian. “A trip on the exotic side. And you are coming with me.”
“Caribbean? Hawaii? If we are going the beach, please count me out. I am not in the mood. Besides, the media-”
“We are going to Asia, Michaelis. Philippines if you want the details.”
He bit his lips thoughtfully. “Sounds like a far-flung area.”
The golden-eyed man laughed huskily. “In this trip, we will abandon the usual places where the people from are circle gather. I have chosen this place with you in mind. I know the Press had been harassing you. No offense Sebastian, you need to get out of the spotlight. We both do.” Claude’s arm lingered toward the flustered attorney’s shoulders, leaned gracefully and blew hot air on his dainty ear. “Sounds good?”

“Is the business world getting a little too much for the great Claude Faustus?”

“I am a little bored.” With a long finger, he flicked his glasses up to reveal his slanted eyes, champagne pupils sparkling with mischief. “We can’t do anything we please in London, Sebastian. Remember the last time?”
Sebastian rolled his eyes in irritation. They were caught kissing in Claude’s office by a new employee, and if not for Claude’s money and his influence, their names would be in deep shit. “Flibbertigibbets just can’t hold their tongues.”

“Precisely.” The pink lips curled in conviction.
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“Alois, wake up!” he pulled the floral printed blanket from the curled body to reveal the sleeping beauty beneath it. Lithe body, almost too curvy for a boy, platinum blonde hair inherited from his French father, a pretty face that boasts icy blue eyes when awake. It’s hard to believe he’s even half-Filipino. The 16 year old boy yawned and opened his eyes.

“Ciel, is it already 3o’clock pm?” he let his 15 year old roommate help him up. Sapphire blue eyes shone with inner strength from the hardships of life. Dark hair tinged with blue from dye. Pale soft palms that held his in assistance. A permanent pout from soft raspberry lips. If Alois Trancy is the day, Ciel Phantomhive is the night. Both beautiful in their own ways, it’s hard to imagine that any parent would abandon such beautiful children. But that’s exactly what forced them to work as freelance prostitutes on the harsh streets of Malate Manila. They were both bastards of foreigners from prostitutes; perhaps that’s what made them get along so well. Ciel was told by his long-gone mother that his father was an Englishman. But their past didn’t matter anymore. How to survive today is the issue.

“I feel kind of too lazy for this.” The bluenette stepped out of the bathroom from the small, shabby apartment which they share. “The last customer I had last night had weird kinks. He licked my foot all night long, it’s disgusting.”

“if that’s how you define disgusting, wait till you hear what I had last night.” The blonde sipped his instant coffee and sighed. “the stupid old man forced me to suck him, he tasted awful. Not to mention he’s downright ugly.”

Ciel looked at him, melancholic. “Is it time to change jobs?”

“Nonsense,” Alois glared in disapproval. “No one would accept minors in decent jobs without parent’s consent. And the pay would not even sustain the rent. I would never dare be a drug courier. You know what happened with Luca, right?” Luca was Alois’ little brother who was used to transport drugs. The kid was killed by the police in a shootout at a tender age of 7. “As long as we work independently, and not get involve with a mama san (these are the people who look for customers for the prostitutes, also known as a pimp) , we are quite safe. Oh and don’t forget condoms too.”

Ciel waved a few packets on his face. “I won’t. Getting sick is the last thing I want at this point of time. ”

Alois opened his cheap laptop and sighed. The offers are lower than usual, and he would never spread his legs for a price lower that 3000 pesos. That’s how they got their customers. Through the internet. Good thing they live near a hotel where wi-fi is free. “You’d take an offer for 4000 pesos, Ciel? The location is a hotel in Mandaluyong.”

Ciel stretched in annoyance. “Is that a horny matron or a perverted homosexual?” he usually gets offers above 5000 so it depresses him.

“Think it’s some pedophile looking for a blowjob.” He clicked to see the photo. A balding man with wrinkles and freckles graced the screen. The younger one grimaced in distaste.

“I won’t take him. He’s all yours.” When it comes to this kind of thing, Alois has the tougher stomach for this. The blonde tilted his head and took the number of the customer.
“I’ll try to raise the stakes higher. Don’t be bitter and jealous, neh?” after fifteen minutes, the aquamarine pupils sparkled in victory and he waved his cell phone in front of Ciel, smiling like a kid. “7000 pesos. Seriously Ciel, it’s a waste.”

The cobalt blue hair was combed in a piqued manner, but a few minutes later he leered at the blonde, flashing his cell phone screen at the other. “8000 pesos. And seriously Alois, stop going for the cheaper ones.” He avoided the small pillow tossed to his direction, leaping to his room to annoy the blonde even more.

When alone, both smiled bitterly. Tonight is going to be a plunge to hell.
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Ciel felt as though he was tortured as he limped his way to the taxi stop. He got a bigger offer than his roommate, but he was slammed to the bone and fucked senseless. Almost regretting his decision, he whispered his destination to the driver. Fetching Alois is one of his whims, and he truly cared for his friend like a brother. He might be younger, but Alois is more stupid at times. He glanced at his watch and tsk’ed. 4 am. Not really a time for minors like him to be wandering the streets of Manila.

The taxi stopped in front of the hotel, and Ciel focused his attention to the exit. A few minutes later, Alois appeared, skipping like a child and carefree. He called the airhead and the blonde quickly went to the taxi, smiling widely.

The bluenette knows that the other wants to gossip about their customers, so he placed his fingers discreetly to his lips. Hold-ups are usual at this side of the city, and taxi drivers are the usual suspects. The other nodded, and he ordered the driver to go drive them home.

As soon as they stepped out of the taxi, the blonde giggled and squeezed him tightly. Ciel smelled the alcohol and shook his head. “Again, Alois?”

“He was really small, Cielly. I can’t believe it. Have you ever seen a dick that looks like a tiny finger? *hiccups*.

“Here’s the money,” he placed a bundle of bills to Ciel’s hand, exactly 7000 pesos. “You should hide it from me. Before I spend it for useless things.”

He pulled the drunken boy to the apartment and placed him on the small cheap couch. Like a nanny, he took a basin and towel and washed the exhausted body of Alois. Ciel just finished cleaning him when he noticed the bruises slowly appearing from the ivory skin exposed to him. “Is he a sadist?” his voice was devoid of emotion, but he was trembling on the inside.

Alois forced his eyes open and smirked weakly. “Just a few paddles. Nothing I can’t handle.” But tears slowly trickled from the icy gaze. “I just closed my eyes and pretended I’m a princess in my paradise. Retreat myself from reality. So it’s okay, right? I’m okay.”

A pair of weak arms wrapped around the older teen. He felt his bare shoulders dampen. Ciel’s tears. They have been doing this for 3 years, but every night ends the same. Him drunk and maudlin, and Ciel crying silently. Innocence stolen away from both of them, and they missed it. Every night is vulnerable, and every morning non-existent. Just like that, both teenagers fell asleep on the couch, Ciel on top of Alois.

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Tuesdays are ‘rest days’ for the both of them. With a few whines and grumbles from the blonde, Ciel was finally convinced to spend his time and money on a club in Manila. It was quite a luxury den, but Alois reasoned out that they can find higher paying customers there. Treating it as an investment, the sapphire-eyed boy agreed with a glare.

He sipped his Boracay blend and sighed begrudgingly as he observes his friend from afar, shaking his booty shorts like a boss on the dance floor. He pouted when he remembered that he can’t dance. But I can sing and play the guitar, he argued with his inner insecurity. Ciel was too busy contemplating on his talents that he didn’t notice the tall foreigner sitting beside him, staring at his cute face.

“is that good?” he jolted when he heard the smooth velvet voice beside him. He tilted his head and removes the awful expression from his face. A handsome man, eyes hiding under rectangular spectacles, wavy black hair grazing the collar of his expensive polo, and he is smiling at Ciel. The English accent is thick, and Ciel praised himself secretly. English is his specialty.
“Rum with thick chocolate syrup and milk. Yes, it’s great.” He smiled seductively, but slightly cursing Alois for not being there. The other boy would’ve had this man wrapped around his finger with his icy blue stare. And he wouldn’t feel awkward.

“Two of that Boracay blend please,” the man ordered the bartender. It came swiftly, and the boy accepted the liquor from the stranger, smirking in victory.

“What’s your name?” Ciel felt the goose bumps as he whispered intimately to the other. Keep your cool.

“You can call me Claude,” the other removed his glasses, and Ciel gazed in awe at the beautiful set of golden orbs before him. “Your name, young man?”

He snickered huskily. “The name’s Ciel. It means heaven.” He cursed himself inwardly at the creepy introduction, but Claude seemed to dig the flirtatious statement.

“Are you a Filipino? Your accent is quite-”

“Weird?” Ciel fluttered his lashes.

“Familiar,” the Englishman laughed. “You make me feel like I’m still in London.”

“My father is from England.” He dipped his fingers in the thick concoction and licked it with the other eye closed, and the other blue staring at Claude.

“Are you familiar with Manila?” the businessman bit his lip. The boy is damn too sexy for his own good. I wonder if he’s okay with threesomes. Sebastian would surely be as thrilled as him.

“Manila is my playground.” The other retorted, voice chiming like graceful bells. Its sound is more enticing than the fast beat of the music in background.

“Can you be my tour guide?” Faustus blurted out. He likes this boy and his accent is way better than the expensive tour guide they hired, and raw, exactly how he wants his vacation to be.

“How much?” Ciel can’t help but ask. It’s an offer for a decent job.

“5000 pesos per day. But be warned, we want our tour to be more interesting.” Claude knows that the offer was too high, but money isn’t an issue for this dashing youth before him. “We intend to travel Philippines as a whole, so we will be taking you anywhere.”

Ciel was about to say yes, but he remembered Alois. He can’t leave him alone.
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His hips grind slowly, earning awed stares from the other dancers. Alois flicker his tongue and wet the pink lips that felt too dry to be his. Every once in a while someone would approach to dance with him, but he refused to share the glory. So he frowned in annoyance when he felt the need to go to the comfort room. Just when I’m having fun. He brushed the sweat from his light brown brow and strutted to his destination. He relieved himself as fast as he could. The blonde wants to return to the dance floor and dance his body to exhaustion.

“I’m sorry.” He fell on his butt harshly as someone bumped his shoulders on his way out to the comfort room. A litany of curses played at the back of his mind and he looked up to see his antagonist. A stranger, definitely not a Filipino, was looking at him intensely with blood red pupils that he wondered if the man is wearing contacts. Cream white skin as fair as his glowed slightly under the fluorescent light. The best feature about this lean foreigner is his raven tresses, longer that an average man would wear it. It reminded him of Korean-inspired hairstyles.

“I’ll help you up,” the trail of admiration was cut and the blonde was reminded that he s still sitting on the floor. Soft palms lifted him firmly and the rosy lips smiled to him. “I’m sorry.” The stranger repeated himself.

Alois furrowed his brows in pretended irritation. “I suppose a more formal apology must be in order.” He smirked and bit his lips wantonly. “Or less formal ones if you dare.”
The man laughed, charming sounds came from his vocals. “that’s suggestive, and I like it.” The ruby eyes winked. “I’m Sebastian. You are?”

“A-Loy-Is. Alois,” the firmly pronounced each syllable almost a moan. “So Sebastian, how can you make up for the slight damage?”

The eyes glimmered sexily. “How about I treat you for a drink?”

“And?” the smile never left the teenager’s lips and he lifted a finger to touch Sebastian’s chest. It’s nice and solid.

“And we can discuss how to compensate you, Alois.”

He giggled like a child and without hesitation, wrapped his arm around Sebastian’s. “This is gonna be sooo fun!”

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“Cielly!” Alois’ high-pitched voice interrupted Ciel’s refusal for Claude’s offer. He glanced at the other and was surprise to see him clinging at a tall man with devilishly handsome features. “I see you found yourself a date.”

“Claude,” the man with Alois spoke, and Ciel was genuinely surprised to discover that they know each other. “We need a tour guide right?” it was a simple sentence, but topaz and ruby eyes spoke the rest of it.

Claude grinned menacingly. “The offer also accommodates your friend here, Ciel.”

Ciel breathe harshly and looked at Alois. “Oi, Alois, gusto mo bang maging tour guide(Do you want to be a tour guide)?”

Alois gawked at Ciel in question. “okay lang sa’kin. Kung sina pogi lang naman kasama natin, choosy pa ba ako(it’s okay with me. If these men are our companions, then who am I to be picky)?” he winked suggestively at Claude, and the other returned the favor with a sexy smile.

“I’m taking your offer.” Ciel said to the golden-eyed businessman.
The man offered his hand in a handshake. “I’m looking forward in doing business with you, Ciel.”
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The hotel was tastefully decorated, and it’s the finest Ciel has ever been to. This is where his new client, Claude, and his companion, Sebastian, are staying. And this is where he and Alois will stay as long as they are the foreigner’s tour guide.

“Try this Alois,” the blonde was offered a piece of tart which was accepted gladly. Sebastian licked the crumbs from his fingers, earning giggles from Alois. “You’re quite naughty Sebastian. All you have to do is ask if you want to taste-” the sentence lingered provokingly. “The tart.”

The crimson-eyed man bewitchingly bit another tart, letting his tongue flicker on the pastry. “It tastes better that way.”

The open flirtation made Ciel shivered. He and Alois are sluts, literally. But he‘d never seen Alois on action, and this was too open for his taste.
“Do not mind them,” Claude noticed the discomfort and approached Ciel. “You’ve been seeing those two like that for 2 days. You should be immune by now.”

“Are they-” The bluenette squirmed slightly. “Having sex?”

The golden-eyed man laughed. “I’m with Sebastian all the time. No, they haven’t. at least not yet.” He hesitated, but decided to ask anyway. “Are you jealous?”

He shook his head. “No. are you?”
Claude took his hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it lightly. Ciel lurched lightly at the contact, his delicate hand on soft, slightly parted lips. “Does that answer your question?”

“Awww!!! Sooo sweet!!!” Alois saw the gesture and chortled; Sebastian chuckled and wrapped an arm around Alois. “Sebastian, aren’t they sweet?”

“I must agree with you, Alois. Adorable, in a sense.”
“But Sebastian,” the blonde pulled the ravenette’s neck tie and stare deep into the eyes. “I want us to be more,” he licked the lips lewdly. “Hardcore.”
His tiny chin was tilted and met with Sebastian’s lips. The kiss lasted for 3 minutes, deliciously in Alois and Sebastian’s point of view, and uncomfortable in Ciel and Claude’s opinion. “If you demand it, then who am I refuse?” he said breathlessly.

Ciel mentally face-palmed. He must have a word with Alois.
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“Aren’t you getting a little too attached, Michaelis?”
He glanced at Claude and smirked. “Are you jealous, Faustus? Do not fret. It’s going to be a temporary flirtation. It’s not like I’m going to get him pregnant. If attachment is an issue, then you must worry for yourself.”
He adjusted his glasses and spoke. “Ciel is different. Yes I am attached, but at least I can admit it whole heartedly, and can take responsibility. I hope you can do the same.”

Sebastian cocked a brow. “You can’t be serious. Ciel is just some whore-”
The sentence was cut by a sharp punch from Claude. Sebastian rubbed the throbbing jaw and licked the spilled blood on the edges of his lips. Wide-eyed, he gazed at Claude’s serious face. It’s the first time Claude has been violent. And to his best friend, of all people.
“Do not insult Ciel. Not when I can hear you.”
“What makes him so special?” he hissed. “You know me all your life and yet you chose him? What the fuck, Claude?”

“If you know what’s best for you, then don’t play around with Alois. I don’t want to see Ciel sad because you hurt someone close to him.” He slammed the door and left.
Sebastian grinned defiantly; he can still feel the pain on his jaw. “You don’t say, Claude Faustus.”
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“Alois, I think you should stop flirting with Sebastian and be professional.”
The blonde looked at him in surprise, wondering if he heard him right. “Why not? I do like him Ciel.”
He sighed and took Alois’ hand softly. “Are you sure he likes you too, in a way you do?”
His hand was slapped, and Ciel shuddered to see the anger in Alois’ face. “I’ve never been happy, Ciel. Can’t I be happy just this once?”
“They will go back to London sooner or later,” the voice trembled in emphasis. Ciel hated to burst Alois’ bubble, but something about Michaelis that didn’t seem right. Not that he trust Claude more than Sebastian. “You’ll be left alone. Do you want that, Alois? Do you want that?”

Alois looked back with teary eyes. “Don’t you think I’m stupid enough not to know that. I’m not naïve to know he’s just playing with me too. But you don’t need to rub it in my face, Ciel. At least let me pretend he wants me too. Just-” fingers curled on the sheets and tears spilled from his eyes. Ciel watched helplessly, numb from the instability of his friend. Alois is over sensitive and he knows it. But it’s the first time that he cracked when he’s sober.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt, Alois.” He whispered.
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I feel like a total bitch for making Sebastian an antagonist. Don’t get me wrong, he is my favorite character of all time, but to move the story with the plot, it has to be done. : ( do not hate me people!
Yes, there will be smut, but I don’t want the story to be about sex, sex, sex. This story is special for me, coz it’s based on a friend’s personal experience. So let me be! *chews on a pillow*
In advance, I apologize for being too random. I write based on my emotions, and to make this story awesome and to your liking, I need your reviews and opinions. Reviews mean a happy Chikay. And a happy Chikay means a happy story. When I’m neglected, I feel suicidal and depressed, and I might make this story horribly brutal, with tear jerking drama, and no smut. *shudders* who wants that?

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Escape
A.N.: This is my second Kuroshitsuji fan fic, and I intend to make it into a few chapters. Don’t hate me people, English is not my native language although feel free to kindly point out my mistakes, whether it be in my grammar or spellings. Comments and reviews are adored. And if you notice that my characters are OOC, it’s basically my fault. I can’t bear myself to finish Kuroshitsuji II when Alois died; Claude is such a dork, although I love them both. I used Philippines as a setting because I’m too lazy to research about places; yes I am a Filipina, and the places I used are basically a stone throw away from my house. Yup, too much info on me, here’s Escape Chapter one.
Disclaimer: Me? Owning Kuroshitsuji? You must be out of your minds! *pulls hair in frustration* I will never, ever, ever, own this awesome anime. Not even in a million lifetimes!
WARNING: OOC, boy x boy sex, can be too dramatic at times, multiple pairings, and all the things modesty forbids in later chapters. Can be brutal as the story progress.

That is it. I had enough.
He stride fluidly towards the ringing cell phone on top of his mahogany table, and with all his strength, smashed it on the floor with great frustration. His crimson pupils seemed to glow in annoyance, the soft raven hair falls perfectly on his face, slightly dampened sweat. Attorney-at-law Sebastian Michaelis swiftly took the lighter and smokes from the pocket of his tuxedo and lit it indignantly, ignoring the fact that the office is air-conditioned and sealed.

I just did my job, now why are they pestering me? He puffed the cigarette and sighed. The 26 year old lawyer just won a highly publicized case, beating the famous attorney Ash Landers on a sensational not-guilty decree. It was a tough job; the evidence all pointed towards his client, Senator William T. Spears. But by obtaining his state witness, Grell Sutcliff through convincing power and a little charm, he managed to stir the winds towards his favor, proving that the rape lawsuit filed by ‘Maylene’ is politically inclined and a mere set-up.

And the media loves it, a little too much. Now they are bombarding the lawyer with questions and it’s stressing the hell out of him.

A knock on the door disturbed Sebastian’s silence.
“Mr. Michaelis, your business partner, Mr. Faustus wants to have a word with you.” Pluto, his secretary, popped his head in his office, ashen hair slightly disheveled in style.
“Send him in.” he didn’t bother to fix his appearance or get up from the carpeted floor, which he carelessly sat.

A distinguished man in his mid-20’s entered the elegant room. Claude Faustus, CEO and major stock holder of Blithe Acme, a company that specializes in real estates. Sebastian’s business partner and best friend in the outside world. But beneath the professional surface, they are uncommitted lovers, no, more like fucking buddies. The bespectacled businessman gazed at him with topaz orbs, expression unreadable. A smirk slowly formed from his thin lips, amused at Sebastian’s stressed appearance.
“You looked ravished.”
He managed to smirk back. “Blame the media. What brings you here? Is it about business?”

The visitor ran his fingers through his messy ebony locks. He walked towards the lawyer and sat with him on the floor, avoiding the smithereens of the abused gadget in front of them.
“It’s more of a pleasure cruise actually. I’m considering to let Canterbury handle the stuff for a while as we discover the world beyond us.” He waved a few plane tickets in front of Sebastian. “A trip on the exotic side. And you are coming with me.”
“Caribbean? Hawaii? If we are going the beach, please count me out. I am not in the mood. Besides, the media-”
“We are going to Asia, Michaelis. Philippines if you want the details.”
He bit his lips thoughtfully. “Sounds like a far-flung area.”
The golden-eyed man laughed huskily. “In this trip, we will abandon the usual places where the people from are circle gather. I have chosen this place with you in mind. I know the Press had been harassing you. No offense Sebastian, you need to get out of the spotlight. We both do.” Claude’s arm lingered toward the flustered attorney’s shoulders, leaned gracefully and blew hot air on his dainty ear. “Sounds good?”

“Is the business world getting a little too much for the great Claude Faustus?”

“I am a little bored.” With a long finger, he flicked his glasses up to reveal his slanted eyes, champagne pupils sparkling with mischief. “We can’t do anything we please in London, Sebastian. Remember the last time?”
Sebastian rolled his eyes in irritation. They were caught kissing in Claude’s office by a new employee, and if not for Claude’s money and his influence, their names would be in deep shit. “Flibbertigibbets just can’t hold their tongues.”

“Precisely.” The pink lips curled in conviction.
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“Alois, wake up!” he pulled the floral printed blanket from the curled body to reveal the sleeping beauty beneath it. Lithe body, almost too curvy for a boy, platinum blonde hair inherited from his French father, a pretty face that boasts icy blue eyes when awake. It’s hard to believe he’s even half-Filipino. The 16 year old boy yawned and opened his eyes.

“Ciel, is it already 3o’clock pm?” he let his 15 year old roommate help him up. Sapphire blue eyes shone with inner strength from the hardships of life. Dark hair tinged with blue from dye. Pale soft palms that held his in assistance. A permanent pout from soft raspberry lips. If Alois Trancy is the day, Ciel Phantomhive is the night. Both beautiful in their own ways, it’s hard to imagine that any parent would abandon such beautiful children. But that’s exactly what forced them to work as freelance prostitutes on the harsh streets of Malate Manila. They were both bastards of foreigners from prostitutes; perhaps that’s what made them get along so well. Ciel was told by his long-gone mother that his father was an Englishman. But their past didn’t matter anymore. How to survive today is the issue.

“I feel kind of too lazy for this.” The bluenette stepped out of the bathroom from the small, shabby apartment which they share. “The last customer I had last night had weird kinks. He licked my foot all night long, it’s disgusting.”

“if that’s how you define disgusting, wait till you hear what I had last night.” The blonde sipped his instant coffee and sighed. “the stupid old man forced me to suck him, he tasted awful. Not to mention he’s downright ugly.”

Ciel looked at him, melancholic. “Is it time to change jobs?”

“Nonsense,” Alois glared in disapproval. “No one would accept minors in decent jobs without parent’s consent. And the pay would not even sustain the rent. I would never dare be a drug courier. You know what happened with Luca, right?” Luca was Alois’ little brother who was used to transport drugs. The kid was killed by the police in a shootout at a tender age of 7. “As long as we work independently, and not get involve with a mama san (these are the people who look for customers for the prostitutes, also known as a pimp) , we are quite safe. Oh and don’t forget condoms too.”

Ciel waved a few packets on his face. “I won’t. Getting sick is the last thing I want at this point of time. ”

Alois opened his cheap laptop and sighed. The offers are lower than usual, and he would never spread his legs for a price lower that 3000 pesos. That’s how they got their customers. Through the internet. Good thing they live near a hotel where wi-fi is free. “You’d take an offer for 4000 pesos, Ciel? The location is a hotel in Mandaluyong.”

Ciel stretched in annoyance. “Is that a horny matron or a perverted homosexual?” he usually gets offers above 5000 so it depresses him.

“Think it’s some pedophile looking for a blowjob.” He clicked to see the photo. A balding man with wrinkles and freckles graced the screen. The younger one grimaced in distaste.

“I won’t take him. He’s all yours.” When it comes to this kind of thing, Alois has the tougher stomach for this. The blonde tilted his head and took the number of the customer.
“I’ll try to raise the stakes higher. Don’t be bitter and jealous, neh?” after fifteen minutes, the aquamarine pupils sparkled in victory and he waved his cell phone in front of Ciel, smiling like a kid. “7000 pesos. Seriously Ciel, it’s a waste.”

The cobalt blue hair was combed in a piqued manner, but a few minutes later he leered at the blonde, flashing his cell phone screen at the other. “8000 pesos. And seriously Alois, stop going for the cheaper ones.” He avoided the small pillow tossed to his direction, leaping to his room to annoy the blonde even more.

When alone, both smiled bitterly. Tonight is going to be a plunge to hell.
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Ciel felt as though he was tortured as he limped his way to the taxi stop. He got a bigger offer than his roommate, but he was slammed to the bone and fucked senseless. Almost regretting his decision, he whispered his destination to the driver. Fetching Alois is one of his whims, and he truly cared for his friend like a brother. He might be younger, but Alois is more stupid at times. He glanced at his watch and tsk’ed. 4 am. Not really a time for minors like him to be wandering the streets of Manila.

The taxi stopped in front of the hotel, and Ciel focused his attention to the exit. A few minutes later, Alois appeared, skipping like a child and carefree. He called the airhead and the blonde quickly went to the taxi, smiling widely.

The bluenette knows that the other wants to gossip about their customers, so he placed his fingers discreetly to his lips. Hold-ups are usual at this side of the city, and taxi drivers are the usual suspects. The other nodded, and he ordered the driver to go drive them home.

As soon as they stepped out of the taxi, the blonde giggled and squeezed him tightly. Ciel smelled the alcohol and shook his head. “Again, Alois?”

“He was really small, Cielly. I can’t believe it. Have you ever seen a dick that looks like a tiny finger? *hiccups*.

“Here’s the money,” he placed a bundle of bills to Ciel’s hand, exactly 7000 pesos. “You should hide it from me. Before I spend it for useless things.”

He pulled the drunken boy to the apartment and placed him on the small cheap couch. Like a nanny, he took a basin and towel and washed the exhausted body of Alois. Ciel just finished cleaning him when he noticed the bruises slowly appearing from the ivory skin exposed to him. “Is he a sadist?” his voice was devoid of emotion, but he was trembling on the inside.

Alois forced his eyes open and smirked weakly. “Just a few paddles. Nothing I can’t handle.” But tears slowly trickled from the icy gaze. “I just closed my eyes and pretended I’m a princess in my paradise. Retreat myself from reality. So it’s okay, right? I’m okay.”

A pair of weak arms wrapped around the older teen. He felt his bare shoulders dampen. Ciel’s tears. They have been doing this for 3 years, but every night ends the same. Him drunk and maudlin, and Ciel crying silently. Innocence stolen away from both of them, and they missed it. Every night is vulnerable, and every morning non-existent. Just like that, both teenagers fell asleep on the couch, Ciel on top of Alois.

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Tuesdays are ‘rest days’ for the both of them. With a few whines and grumbles from the blonde, Ciel was finally convinced to spend his time and money on a club in Manila. It was quite a luxury den, but Alois reasoned out that they can find higher paying customers there. Treating it as an investment, the sapphire-eyed boy agreed with a glare.

He sipped his Boracay blend and sighed begrudgingly as he observes his friend from afar, shaking his booty shorts like a boss on the dance floor. He pouted when he remembered that he can’t dance. But I can sing and play the guitar, he argued with his inner insecurity. Ciel was too busy contemplating on his talents that he didn’t notice the tall foreigner sitting beside him, staring at his cute face.

“is that good?” he jolted when he heard the smooth velvet voice beside him. He tilted his head and removes the awful expression from his face. A handsome man, eyes hiding under rectangular spectacles, wavy black hair grazing the collar of his expensive polo, and he is smiling at Ciel. The English accent is thick, and Ciel praised himself secretly. English is his specialty.
“Rum with thick chocolate syrup and milk. Yes, it’s great.” He smiled seductively, but slightly cursing Alois for not being there. The other boy would’ve had this man wrapped around his finger with his icy blue stare. And he wouldn’t feel awkward.

“Two of that Boracay blend please,” the man ordered the bartender. It came swiftly, and the boy accepted the liquor from the stranger, smirking in victory.

“What’s your name?” Ciel felt the goose bumps as he whispered intimately to the other. Keep your cool.

“You can call me Claude,” the other removed his glasses, and Ciel gazed in awe at the beautiful set of golden orbs before him. “Your name, young man?”

He snickered huskily. “The name’s Ciel. It means heaven.” He cursed himself inwardly at the creepy introduction, but Claude seemed to dig the flirtatious statement.

“Are you a Filipino? Your accent is quite-”

“Weird?” Ciel fluttered his lashes.

“Familiar,” the Englishman laughed. “You make me feel like I’m still in London.”

“My father is from England.” He dipped his fingers in the thick concoction and licked it with the other eye closed, and the other blue staring at Claude.

“Are you familiar with Manila?” the businessman bit his lip. The boy is damn too sexy for his own good. I wonder if he’s okay with threesomes. Sebastian would surely be as thrilled as him.

“Manila is my playground.” The other retorted, voice chiming like graceful bells. Its sound is more enticing than the fast beat of the music in background.

“Can you be my tour guide?” Faustus blurted out. He likes this boy and his accent is way better than the expensive tour guide they hired, and raw, exactly how he wants his vacation to be.

“How much?” Ciel can’t help but ask. It’s an offer for a decent job.

“5000 pesos per day. But be warned, we want our tour to be more interesting.” Claude knows that the offer was too high, but money isn’t an issue for this dashing youth before him. “We intend to travel Philippines as a whole, so we will be taking you anywhere.”

Ciel was about to say yes, but he remembered Alois. He can’t leave him alone.
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His hips grind slowly, earning awed stares from the other dancers. Alois flicker his tongue and wet the pink lips that felt too dry to be his. Every once in a while someone would approach to dance with him, but he refused to share the glory. So he frowned in annoyance when he felt the need to go to the comfort room. Just when I’m having fun. He brushed the sweat from his light brown brow and strutted to his destination. He relieved himself as fast as he could. The blonde wants to return to the dance floor and dance his body to exhaustion.

“I’m sorry.” He fell on his butt harshly as someone bumped his shoulders on his way out to the comfort room. A litany of curses played at the back of his mind and he looked up to see his antagonist. A stranger, definitely not a Filipino, was looking at him intensely with blood red pupils that he wondered if the man is wearing contacts. Cream white skin as fair as his glowed slightly under the fluorescent light. The best feature about this lean foreigner is his raven tresses, longer that an average man would wear it. It reminded him of Korean-inspired hairstyles.

“I’ll help you up,” the trail of admiration was cut and the blonde was reminded that he s still sitting on the floor. Soft palms lifted him firmly and the rosy lips smiled to him. “I’m sorry.” The stranger repeated himself.

Alois furrowed his brows in pretended irritation. “I suppose a more formal apology must be in order.” He smirked and bit his lips wantonly. “Or less formal ones if you dare.”
The man laughed, charming sounds came from his vocals. “that’s suggestive, and I like it.” The ruby eyes winked. “I’m Sebastian. You are?”

“A-Loy-Is. Alois,” the firmly pronounced each syllable almost a moan. “So Sebastian, how can you make up for the slight damage?”

The eyes glimmered sexily. “How about I treat you for a drink?”

“And?” the smile never left the teenager’s lips and he lifted a finger to touch Sebastian’s chest. It’s nice and solid.

“And we can discuss how to compensate you, Alois.”

He giggled like a child and without hesitation, wrapped his arm around Sebastian’s. “This is gonna be sooo fun!”

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“Cielly!” Alois’ high-pitched voice interrupted Ciel’s refusal for Claude’s offer. He glanced at the other and was surprise to see him clinging at a tall man with devilishly handsome features. “I see you found yourself a date.”

“Claude,” the man with Alois spoke, and Ciel was genuinely surprised to discover that they know each other. “We need a tour guide right?” it was a simple sentence, but topaz and ruby eyes spoke the rest of it.

Claude grinned menacingly. “The offer also accommodates your friend here, Ciel.”

Ciel breathe harshly and looked at Alois. “Oi, Alois, gusto mo bang maging tour guide(Do you want to be a tour guide)?”

Alois gawked at Ciel in question. “okay lang sa’kin. Kung sina pogi lang naman kasama natin, choosy pa ba ako(it’s okay with me. If these men are our companions, then who am I to be picky)?” he winked suggestively at Claude, and the other returned the favor with a sexy smile.

“I’m taking your offer.” Ciel said to the golden-eyed businessman.
The man offered his hand in a handshake. “I’m looking forward in doing business with you, Ciel.”
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The hotel was tastefully decorated, and it’s the finest Ciel has ever been to. This is where his new client, Claude, and his companion, Sebastian, are staying. And this is where he and Alois will stay as long as they are the foreigner’s tour guide.

“Try this Alois,” the blonde was offered a piece of tart which was accepted gladly. Sebastian licked the crumbs from his fingers, earning giggles from Alois. “You’re quite naughty Sebastian. All you have to do is ask if you want to taste-” the sentence lingered provokingly. “The tart.”

The crimson-eyed man bewitchingly bit another tart, letting his tongue flicker on the pastry. “It tastes better that way.”

The open flirtation made Ciel shivered. He and Alois are sluts, literally. But he‘d never seen Alois on action, and this was too open for his taste.
“Do not mind them,” Claude noticed the discomfort and approached Ciel. “You’ve been seeing those two like that for 2 days. You should be immune by now.”

“Are they-” The bluenette squirmed slightly. “Having sex?”

The golden-eyed man laughed. “I’m with Sebastian all the time. No, they haven’t. at least not yet.” He hesitated, but decided to ask anyway. “Are you jealous?”

He shook his head. “No. are you?”
Claude took his hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it lightly. Ciel lurched lightly at the contact, his delicate hand on soft, slightly parted lips. “Does that answer your question?”

“Awww!!! Sooo sweet!!!” Alois saw the gesture and chortled; Sebastian chuckled and wrapped an arm around Alois. “Sebastian, aren’t they sweet?”

“I must agree with you, Alois. Adorable, in a sense.”
“But Sebastian,” the blonde pulled the ravenette’s neck tie and stare deep into the eyes. “I want us to be more,” he licked the lips lewdly. “Hardcore.”
His tiny chin was tilted and met with Sebastian’s lips. The kiss lasted for 3 minutes, deliciously in Alois and Sebastian’s point of view, and uncomfortable in Ciel and Claude’s opinion. “If you demand it, then who am I refuse?” he said breathlessly.

Ciel mentally face-palmed. He must have a word with Alois.
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“Aren’t you getting a little too attached, Michaelis?”
He glanced at Claude and smirked. “Are you jealous, Faustus? Do not fret. It’s going to be a temporary flirtation. It’s not like I’m going to get him pregnant. If attachment is an issue, then you must worry for yourself.”
He adjusted his glasses and spoke. “Ciel is different. Yes I am attached, but at least I can admit it whole heartedly, and can take responsibility. I hope you can do the same.”

Sebastian cocked a brow. “You can’t be serious. Ciel is just some whore-”
The sentence was cut by a sharp punch from Claude. Sebastian rubbed the throbbing jaw and licked the spilled blood on the edges of his lips. Wide-eyed, he gazed at Claude’s serious face. It’s the first time Claude has been violent. And to his best friend, of all people.
“Do not insult Ciel. Not when I can hear you.”
“What makes him so special?” he hissed. “You know me all your life and yet you chose him? What the fuck, Claude?”

“If you know what’s best for you, then don’t play around with Alois. I don’t want to see Ciel sad because you hurt someone close to him.” He slammed the door and left.
Sebastian grinned defiantly; he can still feel the pain on his jaw. “You don’t say, Claude Faustus.”
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“Alois, I think you should stop flirting with Sebastian and be professional.”
The blonde looked at him in surprise, wondering if he heard him right. “Why not? I do like him Ciel.”
He sighed and took Alois’ hand softly. “Are you sure he likes you too, in a way you do?”
His hand was slapped, and Ciel shuddered to see the anger in Alois’ face. “I’ve never been happy, Ciel. Can’t I be happy just this once?”
“They will go back to London sooner or later,” the voice trembled in emphasis. Ciel hated to burst Alois’ bubble, but something about Michaelis that didn’t seem right. Not that he trust Claude more than Sebastian. “You’ll be left alone. Do you want that, Alois? Do you want that?”

Alois looked back with teary eyes. “Don’t you think I’m stupid enough not to know that. I’m not naïve to know he’s just playing with me too. But you don’t need to rub it in my face, Ciel. At least let me pretend he wants me too. Just-” fingers curled on the sheets and tears spilled from his eyes. Ciel watched helplessly, numb from the instability of his friend. Alois is over sensitive and he knows it. But it’s the first time that he cracked when he’s sober.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt, Alois.” He whispered.
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I feel like a total bitch for making Sebastian an antagonist. Don’t get me wrong, he is my favorite character of all time, but to move the story with the plot, it has to be done. : ( do not hate me people!
Yes, there will be smut, but I don’t want the story to be about sex, sex, sex. This story is special for me, coz it’s based on a friend’s personal experience. So let me be! *chews on a pillow*
In advance, I apologize for being too random. I write based on my emotions, and to make this story awesome and to your liking, I need your reviews and opinions. Reviews mean a happy Chikay. And a happy Chikay means a happy story. When I’m neglected, I feel suicidal and depressed, and I might make this story horribly brutal, with tear jerking drama, and no smut. *shudders* who wants that?