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"My lips will never touch something so vile."

Well, who said your lips had to touch anything? It's those pale, rounded cheeks I want."

Ciel jumped and yelped as his ass was smacked. "THAT IS NOT POKING, SEBASTIAN. YOU'RE SUCH AN IMBECILE."

"Oh? You do want to be poked then? Well bend over and kiss the floor, love."

"How, exactly, are you planning on doing that?" The earl asked, wiggling his butt around and admitting to himself that yes, it felt oddly tight. How does an ass feel tight? Idefk, but it just does, so fucking deal with it, bitches.

"Oh I don't know. Perhaps we shall play strip poker. You can strip and I'll poke you." Sebastian leaned over and slapped Ciel's ass.

#crack #liberdediffido

"No, I don't want the D, I want the CT. Wait...history exam? Fffuuuuuuuuuuuu. Put it off until next month, I'm not fucking ready for this shit, you little bitch." {CRAAAAACK. CRACK. SO MUCH CRACK.}

"My, someone has something up his ass. Must be pretty tight. Would you like me to loosen it up?"

#crack #liberdediffido

"...Where are you hiding the catnip tequila? If I have to deal with my servants being idiots, I may as well loosen myself up, as well."

"Catnip tequila? My, and here I thought you were up in your office studying for you history exam. You must want the D."

#liberdediffido #crack

The Flower Wilting In The Sidewalk

The leaves slid together, trees whispering to each other at two boys laughed and played together running through the shade that the branches allowed them. They were far away from the manor itself, but they were still well within the confines of the estate as they laughed and played, not paying attention to whether they were being watched or not. Two boys, identical in nature...identical in appearance, lived together in harmony, in happiness. They would have never been able to know that their fragile little world would be shattered within mere seconds on this day. Arms that were unfamiliar to him wrapped around one of the twins, shouts were silenced and the brother's hand was ripped from Ciel's violently. "Ceri!" he screamed, but he couldn't do anything... Seeing no other option, Ciel ran, and yet...his brother was taken, bound, blindfolded, and then wrapped in cloth before he felt himself taken away. He tried to cry out, tried to fight, but he was only five, he was weak, and was ripped away from the family that loved him so. After that, he found himself in an unforgiving place, with unfamiliar people...and hands were all over him, lips were all over him and soon he felt a terrible pain--- Ceri gasped, jolting and sitting up in his lackluster bed, panting and trying to grasp reality yet again. Sweat was beaded on his forehead, making his hair stick and mat to his sticky skin. The night was already uncomfortably hot, and it didn't help that the someone sharing his bed tonight made him feel like he was in a bed of hot coals. The (admittedly oversized) man had already had his share for the night, and although he was sore, Ceri moved, letting the covers slide against his bare form. He let the cold floor meet his feet as he hunched over himself, rubbing his face, trying to wake up and also calm down. That was his earliest memory...The only reason he remembered his name was because the boy who he believed to be his brother had screamed it at the top of his lungs. "Ceri...huh..." he whispered into the silence of the night, letting the hair that had started to become long fall around his tired face. He didn't go by that name, hadn't for most of his life. Liam was what they have called him, what they have branded him since they'd taken him -against his will it wasn't his choice- and made him theirs. Back then they'd been nothing but a couple of street urchins, but thanks to Ceri...the last decade had been quite kind to them. Now, they were bathing in riches as Ceri was whored out every single night to only the most wealthy of customers. Over the course of ten years, they had gotten more whores to work for them, but he remained the best...and at least that meant he had the best room in the small inn in the slums. Silk sheets moved against him as he stood. The air was humid and sticky; not only that, but the smell of booze and sex that never left his room didn't make him feel any better. He opened his window, and let a small breeze flow against his body, making him sigh in a bit of relief. They still didn't trust him enough to take the bars off the outside of the window, despite this being the third story. Not after an attempt to sneak out five years ago that had ended in a terrible beating and becoming like a caged bird... Hopefully tomorrow would be a little better...and he could only wish it would be dreamless. The last thing he needed to remember was a life of happiness and peace before this...

#perfect name omfg #okay i got it #liberdediffido #starter #the irony here is that 'ceri' means 'loved'