I wake up shivering. My sweat is cold and I feel like I'm going to vomit.

It's kind of hard being a junkie once in a while.

I let myself peek out of the closet just so I can look at the time. 11am. Ciel-no-master, is at school.

Then I remember; Ciel. Shit.

What am I going to do when he gets home? Is he going to pretend like last night didn't happen, or am I going to let it happen again? I don't even know what's wrong with me.

Well yea, I could take a good guess at what's wrong with me; I'm a junkie, a user, a seller, an up in all failure. Fucking a kid doesn't make me any worse than I already am.

He's obviously fucked before, he knew what he was doing, but that doesn't make it ok. He probably wasn't even horny, that was probably just him missing his dad. Hell, the kid is almost as pathetic as I am.

I begin to crawl out of the closet; Rachel isn't home at this time, so I can do whatever I want. When I'm out of the small space I call home, I look to the corner of the room. There's a mirror, and in it, is me. Long arms, long legs, pale skin. My whole life, that's all I've been, all arms and legs. I walk closer to the mirror, I look flushed, and my skin is almost porcelain-like. My hair is the color of black ink, and falls in chunks all over my face. I've never considered myself ugly, I've always had good luck getting girlfriends, even when I began using, I almost always had girls all over me. I stand up as straight as I can; my black crew neck and black jeans look very dramatic against my paper white skin. I roll up the black sleeves of the shirt to check out my bruises and scars.

Needle marks, everywhere. Needle marks, and bruises. I let out a laugh, I'm such a lowlife it's almost funny to me. My hands are shaking. Since I haven't been using this past month, my shakes are much more frequent. I laugh at that too.

If I went back to a high school reunion, what would I say? 'Oh yea, I'm addicted to pretty much every illegal substance out there, but heroin is always my first choice. I've stolen from everyone, cheated everyone, and lied to everyone I've ever known. I'm actually running from the cops at the moment, because I'm one of the biggest drug distributors in Detroit. Oh! And guess what? I'm hiding out in a 13 year old boy's closet. Not only does this boy have a history of sexual abuse, but I'm contributing to his abuse, because I fucked him.'

Mom would be so proud, aw.

I chuckle at my reflection on more time, and make my way towards the bathroom. One good thing about the week is that Rachel works all day so I can hop in the shower, weekends are when I get smelly and bored.

Once showered and dressed in the same clothes I've been wearing for weeks, I make my way downstairs to get some food in me.

Cooking is the second best high I've ever had, before I started using, I was in school to be a pastry chef, but obviously, that didn't work out so well. Considering one of my favorite ingredients to use was crystal meth when I needed to get drugs out discreetly.

I make my way back up to the young master's room with my food; I'd rather eat in there in case Rachel got home early.

On my way back to the room, I get a little curious when I see Rachel's door left wide open. I've never been in this room before. I let myself in and begin exploring. I run my hands along the walls, the bed, the sheets, and the dressers. She keeps it pretty clean in here. My hands stop tracing her bedside table when I see a picture.

In the picture, I see Rachel, Ciel, and a man. They're at some sort of park, and Ciel can't be any older than ten. Ciel is clinging to the older man, while said mans arm is around Rachel.

This must be Daddy.

I chuckle, huh; I guess I am much cuter than this guy. Sure, he's very handsome, but I know I'm much better looking. I wonder if Ciel were a virgin then, probably not, I've met twenty year olds with less sexual knowledge than him. I pick up the picture to get a better look. Ciel looks happy, but his parents, not so much. Rachel is smiling, but her eyes look sad and are averted at Ciel. Rachel's husband looks pleased, but not happy. He looks like he knows he's in control. Maybe she knew all along? I wonder how many times she heard her only son being plowed by his father. I wonder how many times she thought about telling someone, or even intervening. This makes me laugh, Rachel is obviously weak. She chose fake happiness over her son. I know this for a fact, because Ciel had told me before that it was his cousin, Lizzy, who caught him and his father in the act, and told someone. If I were a cop, I'd put just as much blame on Rachel, because she knew something was going on and did nothing to stop it. She's just as low as this infamous 'Daddy' is.

But I'm just an addict, what do I know? My opinion is as scummy as I am.

After I put the picture down, I get even more curious, I open the top drawer of the small dresser just to poke around, and oh, look what I find! A vibrator. I smirk to myself, I put the small utensil and my mouth, not for a sexual thrill or anything, I just want to remember what a woman tastes like.

I don't taste anything, she must not use this much, not that I'm surprised. Almost every Friday night, I hear her bringing drunk men up the stairs. I decide to take the small plastic tool.

Its 3:30, Ciel should be home any moment. I kind of miss the kid. At least he's company, oh yea, and I'm horny. I wouldn't mind playing daddy and son again.

I hear the door downstairs open, and I hear feet running up the stairs. My heart rate picks up a little. I'm still a little sweaty and nauseas from earlier, but it won't stop me from touching this kid. The bedroom door swings open. Its him. I peak my head out of the closet. He's grinning down at me. I feel myself smirk, he's adorable. "I missed you, master," I whisper, teasingly. He giggles and crawls on the ground towards me, so we're both at eye level. He kisses me.

It's not a hard, demanding kiss like the kiss we shared the night before. It's soft, and welcoming. Almost like I'm the housewife, and he's my husband returning from work. It's warm. I can't tell if I like it, it makes my heart flutter; it kind of hurts my chest.

"Sebastian," I hear the blue boy in front of me whisper. I pull him into the closet with me, and he's in my lap, straddling me. He seems eager, because he's already rolling his hips into mine. For his small size, he sure does know how to generate enough friction to get me hard. I let my hand slide from the back of his head, down to his lower back. I massage the dimples on his back, and he let's out a moan.

I bet he's been thinking about me all day.

I detach myself from the boy's eager mouth to plant kisses all over his neck and collar bones. This gets a reaction out of him. I run my other hand across the waistband of his uniform pants. "Can I molest you like Daddy did?" I ask, my mouth against his ear. He nods. He's being very submissive at this moment, and I'm going to take advantage of that. I unbutton the boys' pants, and his small erection springs to life. I waste no time letting my hands run all over his small shaft, little gasps escaping the boys mouth. I chuckle; he's so cute like this. I wrap my hand around his cock, and start pumping, he's already leaking. As I pump, he grinds himself into me, I can feel myself getting harder and harder with every roll of the small boys' hips. Ciels hands begin fumbling with my zipper, I then feel cool air hit my cock, I hiss at the sensation. "Sebastian," his voice sounds more demanding now. "Rub us together," I smile. "Yes, master," I grab both of our cocks in one hand and pump. This is sending Ciel over the edge, his little penis leaking more and more. I can tell he's about to climax.

Then we hear the doorbell.

"Fuck," I say lifting the boy off of me, all while situating myself. Ciel begins to do the same, but he seems a little shaken up, so I button up his pants for him. "The buttons are hard sometimes," I hear the little lord huff out, then he leaves the closet.

I feel a little nervous about who's at the door. It can't be Rachel, she works late, plus it's her own house. What if it's the cops? Oh shit, the cops. It has to be. I'll have to say goodbye to Ciel, fuck I don't think I'm ready for that. Not now. I hear the bedroom door open, and I freeze.

"Ciel, your room is so clean! I wish I could keep mine like this!" Oh thank god, it's just Ciels friend. I think his name is Alois, if I remember correctly. He's a little blonde thing with quite the temper. He comes over quite frequently. He's a bit on the trampy side, if I said so. From what I've seen through the tiny shutters in the closet, his school uniform is always not up to standards. He wears his shorts too short, wears thigh highs as opposed to the regulation knee highs, and always has his shirt undone by a few buttons. I can tell he's very insecure, he always wants Ciels attention. It's always; "Watch this Ciel!" or "Ciel look!" I don't think Ciel really likes him too much. He doesn't really talk about him. Then again, the only person who Ciel seems to enjoy talking about is his daddy.

Alois is at it again. "Ciel, watch this. I've been teaching myself how to dance, it's cute, right?" I hear faint techno music, and I look through the closet shutters to see how well this kid can actually dance. He's not bad, if acting like a slut is good. He's moving his hips a little too much, and touching himself more than he should. But he's not bad. He's actually kind of cute, the way he shakes his little ass. I smile, damn, being locked up in a closet really brings out your inner pervert. I let my eyes move over to my little master, who is sitting on his bed. He's watching me. I can tell. He gets up from the bed, eyes still locked on me and makes his way over to Alois.

Now my master is dancing with the slutty blonde boy. Oh my gosh, this is too much. He knows exactly what he's doing. Alois giggles and grinds himself into Ciel. Shit shit shit, I'm going to hell anyways. I might as well take care of what's going on in my pants.

I let my erection free once again, and waste no time touching it. I wrap my hand around the base and begin pumping at a slow pace, I find myself pumping to the rhythm of the music the boys are dancing to, all while keeping my eyes on my little lord. He's moving so sexily, I can't even handle it. It's unfair, actually. I'm pumping rather quickly when I realize that I have a little item with me.

I grab the vibrator that I placed in my duffle bag, and put it on the lowest speed. I glide it over my cock, fuck, I'm really sensitive. I bring the toy across my balls, and then, I let it probe at my entrance with no shame. I'm still pumping quickly when I put the little device inside me. Dear god, this hurts. It's not a terrible, hurt though, so I push it a little farther into me.

Then I feel it.

I hit my prostate, and bite my lip in order to stop myself from crying out. I rock my hips and continue jerking myself. Fuck, this is good.

The two boys are still moving and groping each other, Alois is much more into it than Ciel is. Seeing Ciel like that with another boy is almost too much.

Well, at this point it is too much, because I'm on the verge of climax. I feel my muscles in my lower stomach tighten, as well as the muscles clenching the small plastic toy inside me. I give myself a few more quick pumps and run my hand up to my chest, flicking my own nipples.

Then I come. I feel my asshole contract, and my cock twitches. I pull the small object out of me, only then do I notice.

Both boys are attached at the mouth. They're making out, and Ciels eyes are still watchful on the closet that I'm in, eyebrows moving deviously.

This withdrawal turned out not to be so bad.