Warning: Rape.

Pairing: Sebastian and Claude

Sebastian struggled against Claude's incredible hold on his wrists. He contemplated changing into his true form but it would definitely only make matters worse. He closed his eyes, tightly, so he didn't have to look at the assailant. Long, lanky, fingers roamed over his outer and inner thighs, a particular place Sebastian wasn't especially proud of. Then in a flash, cool air met his porcelain skin, hairless and pristine legs exposed to the new aura.

"Open your eyes, slut." Claude had ordered, his tone a little too unsettling.

Sebastian reluctantly agreed and opened them. Claude's wide, insane, but all the while bright yellow eyes stared down at Sebastian's now exposed body. He chuckled slightly, manically, as fear was evident in those beautiful red eyes. Sebastian cringed, "please Claude, you don't have to go through with this!" He pleaded. As expected, Claude raised his free hand high in the air behind his head and soared it down on to Sebastian's cheek.

Claude thought to himself, I best not abuse his beloved face and thighs, as it would indeed ruin his beauty.

Ruthlessly, though not hesitantly, Claude released his wrists and flipped him over on his stomach. Harshly grabbing his hips and jerking his ass upwards, Claude freed himself and plunged into Sebastian. He screamed in pain as the dominant male thrusted, and in doing so he had managed to rip Sebastian's insides, along with his pride. The agonizing burning feeling of Claude thrusting in and out continued. Beads of sweat dropped from Claude's forehead to Sebastian's back.

Tears streamed down the ravens face as he pleaded, "Claude, please, s-stop! I-It's h-hurting me!"

"Why, that's the point! You will suffer for what you did all those years ago!" He growled.

Prince Malphas, or commonly known as Prince Michaelis, stood at the large pedestal. He overlooked his new kingdom. Satan patted his shoulder, making him look to the ex-king of hell. The king was saying something that may or may not have been important but Claude stood valiantly on the other side of the Prince, though secretly he couldn't believe, or at least couldn't wrap his head around the fact that Father Satan would choose that whore over him. He was pushed from his thoughts as the whole of hell erupted into cheers.

Secretly, the young prince had tears brimming at the edges of his eyes from happiness. He finally got to be happy for once!

Eventually, he had concluded his speech and bowed. Everyone loved Malphas, even the guards, and on a day to day basis, if he were to be roam the streets, he would have endless compliments. Not from the fact that everyone had to pay their respects if he walked by, but at the fact that they loved him. The little ones adored him, and so did the teens. After all, he had virtually saved everyone from those wretched archangels.

Claude was jealous. He didn't want to admit it period, though he would have to eventually admit it to Malphas, seeing as he was his brother.

As Claude began reaching his climax he went even faster, earning a loud scream from the writhing mess below him, "Claude!" It contained fear, and a pitch that would make even meanest of humans pity. "C-Claude, please I-I beg of y-you, d-do not g-go a-any further." He asserted. The tight walls tightening around his member made it more pleasurable. It instantly clicked within Claude that Sebastian was the only prince in existence to hold a certain trait.

He could bear a child.

He couldn't bring himself to care though, as he climaxed half way in Sebastian. He sobbed out a thank you. "What for?" He asked. He leaned down to rest his head on Sebastian's shoulder. "F-For stopping.." he whispered. Yellow eyes widened at the thought Sebastian might-"C-Claude?" He asked subconsciously. Claude raised up and slammed back into Sebastian, smiling evilly as he saw him grab the sheets and groan in pain. He chuckled.

"Claude" Sebastian whispered.

"What?"

"I understand you're upset, but why can't we just function properly?"

"Is it because.."

"WHAT DO YOU THINK SEBASTIAN?"

"Are you j-jealous?"

Claude's hand instantly met his cheek.

"Don't forget that I am perfectly capable of getting you pregnant, and in this situation I would not suggest making me mad."

"I-I'm sorry."

"Father would not be proud, even if you are the king, of the events that have played out here, should he ever find out- oh I forgot! You're his little boy, aren't you?"

"And what do you still call him? Oh if I remember correctly, it's still 'daddy' is it not?"

"Father wouldn't be proud of you either!"

Claude slammed forward.

"Father won't know about this at all!"

"Good."

Claude slid out of Sebastian, trails of blood and semen slipping out. He grabbed Sebastian by the waist and forced him to knees. "Suck." He ordered. The ex-prince looked up at him, tears cascading down his slightly red cheeks. Sebastian took Claude in his hand and sniffle, taking him into his mouth. The warmth around his cock caused Claude to moan loudly.

Sebastian sucked and and licked, even deep throating him. He hummed and Claude howled. "I-I'm gonna come!" Claude had warned. The hot liquid soared down Sebastian's throat but there was too much so when he pulled out, some spilled out of the side of his mouth. Claude leaned down to parallel him.

"You really are a whore aren't you?"

"No!"