My first canon-kuro fic will be called In Dreams, released this Spring. Undecided if it will be multichap, although right now I’m seeing it as 3-5 to prolong the psychosis. The details below subject to change, to be added to, removed, etc.
First scene opens to the manor. It’s night. Everything is beautiful and expensive - everything is quiet. I move from the outside of the estate to the inside, down the halls and past the rooms, until I focus on this enormous dark shadow that’s lying down.
He’s in his butler uniform and he’s on his back, stiff as a board, the moonlight from the small window washing over his face. Of course he’s handsome and flawless and all kinds of good-looking. But he’s also asleep. He doesn’t have to sleep but he’s sleeping, just for this one night, just because who knows. And not only is he sleeping - but he’s dreaming. Lucid dreaming.
Of Ciel of course.
The next scene cuts to the dream and this is when you first see the sequence of events that will repeat throughout the entire fic. It’s Sebastian walking into Ciel’s office. He sees Ciel at first but everything is a bit washed-out, no real details just images. He sees Ciel with a cup of tea at his desk and when they meet eyes Ciel drops the cup, it shatters on the floor. Sebastian goes up to him and is like “Be careful, young master, don’t touch it, let me get that.” etc etc, normal butler reaction. Ciel gets off his chair and kneels down and starts picking up the pieces, and Sebastian kneels as well and is like I said wait, hold on, you’ll cut yourself. Ciel looks up and they meet eyes again and Ciel says something. But Sebastian can’t hear it. The words are coming out but it’s lost in the depths of the dream and he just doesn’t understand what he’s saying. He can feel this weird emotion welling up within him as he’s trying to focus on the words but all he does is stare at Ciel’s mouth. And then Ciel grabs Sebastian’s wrist - and that’s the trigger.
In an instant the dream switches and Ciel and Sebastian are on the floor, their clothes scattered all over the office, and Sebastian is just giving it to Ciel like there’s no tomorrow. The first time this dream happens he’s just so taken aback but he can’t control himself. It feels good. I mean it feels more than good, it’s on an entirely different plane of existence to Sebastian. He looks down and sees his own dick just sinking into Ciel over and over and Ciel opens his mouth and just as he’s about to scream or moan or do who knows what - he wakes up.
Eyes burst open and gloved hands are clenched into the sheets, chest rising and falling. Sebastian is just completely OUT of himself.
But this is Sebastian we’re talking about. He reasons with himself and stares at the ceiling of his room and pulls himself together. Straightens his uniform, starts his daily tasks. Wakes Ciel, makes food, normal normal normal.
Until he starts craving these dreams. Over the course of a few days he’s infatuated, he’s crazy - he becomes addicted to sleeping. Because every single time he sleeps, he dreams. The same dream - over and over. And the part that makes him even more insane is that every time he has this dream he starts to notice more details. He sees more of Ciel, he feels him just a bit better, he starts being able to smell him even. To taste him.
At first it was all so foggy but now it’s clear as day. Sebastian memorizes EVERYTHING. He knows Ciel is wearing burgundy and black, he knows every button and every stitch, he knows how every hair on his head is combed. He knows Ciel is holding a tea cup that’s grey and gold. He knows how many pieces of the broken cup are on the floor. He’s just THAT infatuated.
But he still, after dreaming and dreaming - he doesn’t know what Ciel says. He can’t hear it correctly it drives him insane. I mean only to an extent, because he knows once Ciel grabs his wrist it’s going to switch into the most euphoric experience in the world.
He memorizes the way Ciel’s skin gives as he digs his fingers into his waist, the way Ciel’s spine looks as he’s on all fours, the way Ciel’s palms jerk on the hardwood floors because Sebastian is just whacking into him like crazy. I mean his mouth is watering and his body is vicious - they go at it like animals and every time it only gets better.
So you can see why Sebastian starts slipping back in the real world. He’s so addicted he’ll go into closets or hide out in the garden shed or in the pantry or just ANYWHERE. He needs to sleep, he’s a fiend for it he can’t live without it.
And little things start happening. Like Bard throws in some joke about getting a good night’s sleep and Mey can’t even look at Sebastian anymore she just blushes up and mutters and bolts out of the room whenever he’s around. Finn practically does the same and avoids Sebastian.
Ciel is different too, but I’ll save his details for the fic.
Sebastian is so knee-deep into the spunk of his own dream-addictions that he doesn’t notice these things. His duties even start to become flawed, sloppy. Completely unlike him. Things get strange.
Until one night.
Sebastian has the dream and he’s just into it I mean he’s WAY into it, he can barely contain himself when he’s fucking Ciel. He’s saying things he wouldn’t say, he’s calling Ciel Ciel. He’s getting all demonic and fucking crazy and Ciel is just I mean he’s loving it, he’s pushing back into Sebastian and swaying his hips like he can’t control himself. And for the first time Sebastian leans down and grabs Ciel’s face and kisses him hard and forceful and messy. That’s never happened in the dream and now that it does both of them just latch onto one another and start making out and fucking in every position imaginable, ruining every item in the office, the drapes being pulled and furniture getting broken. A whole other higher-level of dreaming.
And for the first time ever - Sebastian oversleeps.
Not only does he oversleep but he’s covered in sweat and is hard as a rock and unfastens his belt and just starts pumping away at the thought of Ciel. He grunts and groans and clenches his teeth and just after he comes he looks up to that small window and realizes oh no, oh no no it’s almost noon.
He’s frantic it’s crazy. He puts himself together but little does he know he’s a complete mess. A dream junkie. A Ciel-obsessed, Ciel-worshiping, Ciel-sycophant. He goes upstairs as usual and wonders if Ciel has even woken up but when he goes to his room he isn’t there. The bed is made. A sick feeling comes over him.
He checks the dining room, nothing. The library, nothing. The garden and the game room, nothing. Each minute he goes without finding Ciel makes him crazier he becomes like an animal on the hunt he needs to find Ciel, he’s worried. He’s insatiable without the sight of him.
But there’s one place that he hasn’t checked and he doesn’t even think of it either he just goes there as if drawn by instinct. His office. His gloved hand wraps around the handle and he opens it and he stops dead in his tracks.
Because Ciel is there. Wearing burgundy and black. With a grey and gold teacup in hand - until it falls and shatters all over the place of course.
Sebastian moves without thinking, it’s all happening so fast.
They both kneel by the cup, they both say nothing.
Ciel is looking like a dream in more ways than one. His blue eye moves from the broken pieces to Sebastian’s hand, to his arm and chest and then his lips - his eyes. Ciel is red in the face. He’s visibly eager. He’s emotionally charged. Ciel has something to say just like in the dream, and he reaches out to him because he’s dying to touch Sebastian but before he does he says those words that could never be deciphered.
“You’ve been screaming my name in your sleep for three months straight, Sebastian. You think I wouldn’t notice?”
“Why Ciel with a hula hoop though?” Well that’s because sometimes people just don’t have the creativity to draw things I want, so I get tired of waiting for artist to do it and end up drawing it myself. Now alright everybody LISTEN!!! … When Valentine’s Day finally comes, you need to walk up to that very special person and tell them exactly this: “Baby, you’re just like a hula hoop: either you’re too weird for some people to try you out, or you’re just weird enough for me :3” And I swear you will get laid right then and there. No matter where you are. Even if you’re in Starbucks- fuck Starbucks’ people man! You’re getting laid, and you know what? Those people won’t even complain cause you just pwned the shit out of them, and couples are gonna be like “Why didn’t YOU tell me the hula hoop???” And the other will be like “I’m sorry I just-” “Fuck you Michael!” And they will aaaaaall start to break up, and you will laugh cause they’re breaking up. And you didn’t break up. You’re getting laid! And that’s how you win Valentine’s, yes. This was a message from your one and only senpai :3