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Sebastian Michaelis; the little devil of his highschool. Oh how the teachers gritted their teeth and looked at him with scorn. The tempting thing, so unbelievably perfect that it left no room for doubt. He kept his grades up, kept appearances up, and mischievous in his own right. The runt possessed a silver tongue; too persuasive for his own good. Perhaps his own hands that saved him would be the very hands that would plunge him unto the deepest depths of darkness.He sat there, lithe body akin to one of an incubus, perched upon the desk of his teacher. Legs crossed together, crimson gaze left to fall upon his teacher. The boy knew how to torment Ciel, in all the wrongest ways, with such soft hands guiding those calloused ones. "Must you deny yourself of the pleasures you've wanted," Sebastian whispers in promise of sin, "my dearest Ciel?"Had it not been for the fact that Sebastian was a child, Ciel would've struck him. He was no better than the men that tormented him, mourning whatever dignity he had as his hands grasped Sebastian's slim hips, a snarl etched onto his face. "You're playing a dangerous game, boy." The name was an all-too familiar tang on his tongue, the syllables rolling off in threat of a (wedding) vow, rather than a warning."Hmm, how so?" Sebastian teased agonizingly, a cruel smirk played upon his lips as his hands lifted Ciel's wrists, pressing his chest lightly against the firm threshold of his teacher. "You know what you're doing to me." Ciel's voice came out frustratingly strained, haplessly pining after the devilish boy. God smiled upon them both, albeit not in blessing, simply as a curse."Pray tell, teacher," Sebastian paused, holding Ciel victim to such disgusting fantasies. "What is this mere boy doing to you? It's all in harmless fun..." This so called 'mere boy' enjoyed the facade. Masquerading as languid innocence, when he had been the fruit the devil offered. Temptation, Deception, it was all the same. Hook, line, and sinker. "Don't you think?""Do I have to spell it out for you? I'm afraid I'm already done with tutoring you," Ciel sat up, his hands now tracing lazy circles on Sebastitan's body out of his own accord. His forehead was pressed against Sebastian's, faces too close for their own good. "I don't like working overtime..." He trailed off suggestively, Sebastian could only laugh. He was so utterly immature and pretentious, but perhaps that was what drew Sebastian in to Ciel. "But I am willing to offer bonus lessons."Sebastian smirked, and Ciel rolled his eyes. Oh the incorrigible child that he was, surely he'd hold this over Ciel's head and tease him for it. "How kind of you," Sebastian coo'd mockingly, wrapping his arms around Ciel's neck; but barely. Were it not for Ciel's thin frame, Sebastian would surely struggle with their difference in size. "I'm grateful for your patronage."