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✪; A few droplets of water descended down inky black hair as a deep inhale raised a toned pale chest. Sebastian Michaelis had just gotten out of the shower, currently unaware of the band tryout that was scheduled in several minutes in his very apartment. He had one of The Arctic Monkey’s songs blaring and he sang along whole heartedly. Truthfully, if Sebastian found it so important, he would have been ready an hour before now. The man wasn’t interested in some rich kid joining his band, but at this point - his band consisted of him ripping the audio files from music and making covers from the comfort of his living room on some shitty HP Laptop with a top grade microphone attached that he had saved up to buy for months.
He had a loose towel wrapped around his broad hips, the skin stretching over them barely covered. The male left his bathroom, running a loose hand through his hair and sauntering to his kitchen to make himself a ninety nine cent ramen noodle package. He worked part time at a book store, the other part of his time spent taking various programming and computer classes at the university he was enrolled in. Truthfully, he was afraid about not having enough money for the next semester, but he knew he would somehow make it through. Besides, who could get tired of ramen noodles?
He was ahead in all of his classes, and he wasn’t needed much in the book store, so he tended to have an extreme amount of free time. He did everything that he could to make money, including things he was not proud of. Intuition for college was so expensive and it wasn’t like his parents would let him go anywhere besides a religious school after finding out their son was gay. Sebastian did the only sensible thing for his future and left home. He started in the city with nothing but seven hundred dollars and a small scholarship. He was smart and he knew exactly how to get enough money to afford an apartment no matter how humiliating and disgusting it may be. He was paid five hundred dollars in exchange for losing his virginity.
He now had everything he needed, even though it taken him many many long nights to be able to afford it all. However, he promised himself that he would never go back to that. Any time he saw a gross looking older man, he almost quaked in fear. Mentally he would not be able to work the streets. He needed an alternative to be able to pay for things he needed, and the bookstore didn’t truly pay that well. The only other way to make money was talent. Sebastian could play guitar, though he didn’t own one - he left his at his parent’s house and he was sure they would have sold it by now. He was an excellent singer, though he really couldn’t perform much on his own. He needed a band. He needed a record deal or somewhere to play where he could make money. It was all he could do to afford the cat food for his beloved kitten and there was no way he would give up that feline.
So there he was, almost completely nude, and eating ramen noodles, completely unaware of the boy who was going to try out to be in his band. Things were about to change drastically for Sebastian Michaelis - only he did not know it yet.
──♚── Ｃiel bit his lip as he gazed over the Craigslist ad one more time. These sorts of things were usually too good to be true. The last time he answered an ad, he ended up in a pretty bad situation, but he wasn’t one to give up. The young teen just started his senior year in high school and wanted nothing more than to play in a band. He was actually really good with bass guitar, and he could also sing if he had to. This would probably be the 15th ad he’d answer in 3 months, but the boy was determined.
Ｉt was no secret that Ciel was part of the prestigious Phantomhive family. His family owned one of the largest companies in the whole country and was very active in social circles and politics. There were even rumors that Ciel’s father worked directly for the Queen. Ciel was expected to take after his father, become a rich socialite, and run the company, but all the boy wanted to do was play in a band. While his parents had paid for him to have piano and violin lessons, he secretly taught himself how to play bass guitar instead.
Ｃiel attended one of the richy-rich private schools that basically only the wealthiest kids could get in to. Though he had straight A’s and he acted like the perfect little student, he really hated it there. He was glad it was his last year, but he knew his father would probably be sending him off to some Ivy league university next.
Ｓo this was his only chance to get out. If he could make it some other way instead of riding his father’s coat tails, he wouldn’t have to live that life. And that’s why he’d been searching nonstop for people looking for bassists. This one didn’t seem too promising. From what he could tell, it was just a college student that did all the editing and recording at home by himself. But Ciel was willing to try anything. With his bass strapped to his back, he made his way to the address in the ad. Finding himself at the door to a small apartment, he took in a deep breath and knocked gently on the door. This time, he brought pepper spray, just incase he encountered any weirdos again.
