Another story? Sorry! I had this idea and I had to write it down. Anyways, enjoy and review! Also, ACE is not finished! There is going to be so much more sexy time between Sebastian and Ciel. Please review both for updates!
He likes to bully me. He has been doing it since we were kids and met in the sandbox in kindergarten. It was fine then. He called me names like demon and freak and sometimes he would pull at my hair or take my snacks. Those kind of things lasted until we reached middle school. By that time, he changed is tactics. I guess it was around the time we hit puberty. I remember it vividly. It was the start of the second semester when I finally snapped on him. I was a pacifist by nature, but he started to turn his attention to one of my only friends, and I couldn't allow him to do that without any kind of resistance. So I stood up to him and demanded that he finally stop tormenting my friend and I. To just leave me alone. I purposely had chosen a spot where the wasn't a lot of people because I did not want anyone to face his rage, but I knew the second he grabbed me that I was wrong. Wrong to consider everyone else's safety when I should have been worrying about myself. Wrong to think for even a second that he would take mercy on me and just stop, stop taunting me, hurting me, and destroying my childhood. Oh, how deadly wrong was i to actually believe that words were the worst things he could do to me.
That day, I went home in tears. When my parents questioned me about my inconsolable grief, I refused to tell them. I couldn't admit to myself or them that he could ever do something so horrid to me. Yes, he was a bully, but he was my age. He was my age yet how could he do that to me? I thought that maybe this was a one time deal. I tried to make sure it was by trying to become invisible. I switched classes. I stopped talking to other people. I stopped living, but he couldn't leave me be. He changed his schedule to fit mine. He made sure that he sat by me. He scared anyone from even being close to me though I didn't want interactions with them. He made me a walking corpse.
Since then, I could never create any type of relationship with another. He wouldn't allow me, and I was so repulsed by myself that I couldn't even try to gather the strength to be with someone. What sickened me the most was that my body didn't desire a girl or for that matter, a boy. No, he made it an absolute that my battered soul and physical form would belong to no one.
It was when I entered high school that I realized that I, in fact, belonged to someone. I belonged to him. I was his. Completely his. I would like to fool myself at times and pretend for a second that I owned me, but it only lasted for a second because at the end of the day, he haunted my thoughts, my dreams, and my life. He monopolized me, and it was so obvious to everyone and yet, they left me. Deserted me when I needed help. I understood my classmates. He had power from his family, and he was intimidating. I can even allow leniency to my teachers because they probably feared for their lively hood. However, I could never forgive my parents who willingly let him into our house. I could never give them a genuine smile because they wouldn't be able to distinguish if it was one or not. They were tricked by him, and I hated how naive they were despite the signs.
It was also in high school that his attacks grew more vicious. Cruel because he started to deceive even me. He started to make me believe that maybe he was doing all this for a reason. That he just wanted to be with me. Why would he touch me the way that he did when we were thirteen? Why would he force kisses on a person he had no attraction to? And what bothered me the most is that a demented part of me wanted him to like me in that way. After all that he put me through, it would be reassuring to know that it was all because of a crush gone wrong. I don't know if I felt that way about him though. It was hard to grasp anything when he would slide his hand down my pants, moving past my elastic band of my underwear. When it was over, I was left buzzed with the high my orgasm caused, and he always managed to fake affection and dot on me. He left me confused. If it was just him molesting and being nice to me, I would have probably fall in love with him, but the day that followed, he would treat me like the lowest piece of scum on the earth. So I was left dizzy with his polar actions. Yes, Ciel had the recipe to make me wish with all my heart that he would die, but also pray with all my being that he would be with me forever.