Domineering (adj.);
Arrogant in asserting or attempting to assert one's will over others; overbearing.
King of booty shorts: Good morning sleepyhead~
C i e l: Hey there handsome. I dreamt about you.
King of booty shorts: You did? Tell me tell me tell me
C i e l: *laugh* calm the fuck down. We were in some forest, skinny dipping in a pond.
King of booty shorts: Really? Did we fuck?
C i e l: *sigh* no… Your mind is filthy I swear…
C i e l: I just fucked your mouth that's all *wink*
King of booty shorts: Tssssk. Stop teasing me like that. How's your arm?
C i e l: Ugh.. still hurts but I'll be okay. It stopped bleeding after like..one hour lol.
King of booty shorts: You're so fucking clumsy. Who the hell trips on a pen and cuts his whole fucking arm open?
C i e l: I do. *laugh*
King of booty shorts: *sigh* I feel like smacking your clumsy ass.
C i e l: That'll have to wait, I need to go to school. Talk to you later. *kisses cheek*
King of booty shorts: I'll miss you.
C i e l: I'll miss you more.
"Listen up class! We have a new student starting today! Come on over here, don't be shy."
Ciel's eyes widened and he fought the urge to snap at his new teacher for calling him shy in front of everyone. Every face was new and he looked anywhere but at the students sitting in their desks. He wasn't interested in them anyway; he was there to learn, not to make friends.
Taking a few short steps, Ciel ended up beside the middle-aged woman who taught this class. Trying to avoid glowering at anyone in pure annoyance over having to suffer through this pointless introduction, he fixed his gaze on his worn out army boots.
"This is Ciel Phantomhive," she continued to say, "He's come all the way from Florida! Please try to make him feel welcome, okay?"
"Welcome Ciel Phantomhive," his new classmates mumbled with fake interest.
"Just call me Phantomhive," Ciel muttered, causally snapping his head up in a way to greet the other teens.
"Of course, Mr. Phantomhive, now please take a seat over there," the teacher said in a sweet tone while pointing to an empty chair next to a brown haired girl with freckles dotting across her nose. His backside had barely graced the wood when the door to the classroom flew open to make way for a radiant male with a skateboard pinned under his left arm.
The late arrival had sparkling blue eyes full of life and mischief, messy, platinum blonde hair framing his angelic face and his legs were the longest, most stunning pair Ciel had ever seen. The blonde wore an oversized, black hoodie that ended right below his crotch where the bottom hem of a pair of small, washed out jeans-shorts was visible. As if short shorts on a boy weren't weird enough, he completed his outfit with a pair of black, thigh-high stockings and a pair of purple, high-top sneakers.
"Sorry for being late Mrs. Blanc, my mom was being a real bitch and wouldn't make me the breakfast I wanted," the blonde mumbled as he raised his arm to hide most of his light strands under the black OBEY-cap he had been carrying.
"Mr. Trancy, you know that's not an acceptable excuse." Mrs. Blanc sighed and was just about to tell him to sit down when he suddenly shouted.
"WHO THE FUCK IS THIS EMO KID?" Alois was over at Ciel in no time, poking a finger in his cheek with every word. "Who. Are. You?"
Ciel moved away from the digit with a frown distorting his features. "Phantomhive," he murmured in an annoyed tone before he slapped that intrusive hand as it came back to poke him again.
Everyone, including Mrs. Blanc, gasped.
A wide grin spread across the blonde's face as he placed his rear on Ciel's desk, casually crossing his legs. The smaller boy was leaning as far back in his chair as he could, letting his eyes wander to watch the others reactions. They all seemed stunned to shocked silence or too curious to see what would happen to risk interrupting.
"Phantomhive… hmm. What have you done to your arm, huh? Are you depressed?" the taller boy asked as he eyed the bandages covering half of Ciel's forearm. He didn't wait for a response before he blurted out another question. "Why's your hair blue?"
"Why's your hair blonde?" Ciel retorted, clenching his teeth in irritation.
"Now, Mr. Trancy, that is quite enough. Please take a seat so that I may begin class." Mrs. Blanc spoke up quickly, trying to reign in the boisterous blonde.
Alois only waved a dismissive hand in her direction, not once taking his eyes off of the new student in front of him. "You're pretty cocky, aren't you?" He examined Ciel like he was a museum exhibit, looking at him from every direction with his eyes squinted and his lips pursed in concentration.
"Just l-leave him alone!" the brunette beside Ciel suddenly blurted out in a shaky tone. "Don't you have enough people to torture?"
Alois tilted his head to the side and gave her a wide smile before his face suddenly turned dark and all traces of that bright grin vanished in an instant. She barely had time to anxiously bite down on her lip before the blonde lashed out to either push or grab the girl but before he got all the way to her front, Ciel had seized his wrist in a firm grip.
"What's wrong with you? Sit down at your desk and let Mrs. Blanc hold her class. Who do you think you are?"
Alois roughly snatched his hand back before looking over at two purple-haired twins sitting in the back, side by side, giving them a small nod while his lips showed a hint of a malicious smirk. Turning his gaze back to Ciel he mouthed a threatening set of words, his face pernicious and vile. "You can, and will, call me Trancy. And you better get used to hearing that name, because you, my cheeky new classmate, will be hearing it a lot." With a rude flick on Ciel's nose, the blonde stood up and took a seat in the back, close to the twins.
"Finally!" Mrs. Blanc exclaimed with a clap of her hands. "Let's begin - everybody open your books to page 76. Mr. Phantomhive, you can share with your desk mate until you get your own."
The class continued for a long while without any more incidents and Ciel tried his best to keep up with all the new material being thrown at him.
"Your nose ring kinda makes you look like a bull," the girl beside him suddenly whispered.
"Uhm… thanks?" Ciel whispered back a little uncertain.
"It's nice. I like it. I'm Freckles, by the way."
"Freckles?"
"Yes, Freckles. Call me anything else and I'll punch you."
"Okay, okay. I'll call you Freckles…" Ciel assured her with a barely audible chuckle, glancing over at the teacher to make sure she wasn't noticing their conversation. "Hey. I gotta ask you something."
"Yeah, sure."
"Why did everyone almost seem scared of that Trancy-guy?"
"Well, have you heard of Trancy Enterprises? His dad owns it and he donates a lot of money to this school. That's why that jerk can act like he wants to - not even the teachers dare to question him."
"Oh…"
"And he's a real vicious person, I feel sorry for you… He'll torture you for sure – see those two twins? They are gruesome and they obey his every command even though they could snap him like a twig. They're like black belts in some martial art. He made them dye their hair that way just because he was bored and they did it without question! He makes them do all his dirty work. Their dad works under his dad or something like that…"
"What-"
"Back to work, you two," Mrs. Blanc snapped from her place behind her desk, pushing her reading glasses higher up on her nose before she went back to grading last week's tests.
King of booty shorts: I know you're busy with school but I just wanted to send you a kiss.
C i e l: Thanks. I really needed that.
King of booty shorts: Can you text?
C i e l: Yeah, I'm on my lunch break. Btw, how come you can always text whenever you're in school?
King of booty shorts: Because I'm good at sneaking around. Besides, the teachers can go fuck themselves.
C i e l: How nice. *laugh*
King of booty shorts: What? It's true.
King of booty shorts: I'm fucking horny. Up for some dirty talk?
C i e l: Lol. Not now. I'm eating.
King of booty shorts: Please tell me you're eating a banana.
C i e l: Two bananas. At once.
King of booty shorts: *dies*
"Going somewhere?" Alois asked the new boy in a sultry tone from where he stood leaning against his locker just as Ciel walked by with his bag over his arm.
"Home. School's over," Ciel answered spitefully, not bothering to stop or meet the blonde's gaze.
"But that's no fun. Wouldn't you rather play with me?"
The smaller boy just kept walking, ignoring Alois completely. This only elicited a frightening giggle from the blonde, who bit down on his lower lip before chasing after his target. He was intrigued by the little boy with hair dyed in a dark blue ending right below his chin, four inch gouges stretching his earlobes and dressed in dark colors from head to toe. Phantomhive was a stunning, beguiling and vexing little creature – he had to be put in his place.
And the blonde couldn't wait to get his hands on him.
"Come on, stop for a second! I just wanna talk." The last words came out as a seductive purr, only to be followed by a childish laugh as Alois caught up to the smaller boy and playfully whined, "Stop ignooooring me!"
Ciel swiftly turned on his heel and found himself standing face to face with the blonde, almost letting out a gasp from surprise.
"W-what exactly is it that you want?" he blurted out, annoyed and flustered. Small hands turned into fists at his sides as he huffed angrily at the smirking blonde.
"That is such a good question, Phantomhive," Alois mused, mock-contemplating on something with a finger poking at his lower lip. "I'll let you know that the only thing I really want," Trancy turned his head to once again stare at the smaller boy with a daunting look on his face, "is respect. Do you think you could give me that? Or do I have to show you what happens if you don't?"
"Just leave me the fuck alone. You've done nothing to earn my respect."
"It's impossible for me to leave you alone," Trancy asserted, following his words with a snicker before he roughly grabbed the smaller boy and pushed him up face first against one of the lockers.
It all happened so fast that Ciel had no time to react and before he realized it he found his front pressed against the cold metal, his arms held in place behind his back. A warm body rubbed up against his back as he struggled against the other's hold and Ciel felt how the blonde indiscreetly sniffed at his hair.
"You're just too cute… how could I ever leave you alone?"
"F-fuck you!" Ciel spat, blindly trying to kick the taller boy behind him. Alois only responded by pushing the side of his face harder against the locker as he rubbed his crotch against the blue-haired boy's rear.
"Oh Phantomhive. I bet you and me are going to be best buddies. Mm, yes. Bestest friends. Friends with benefits, hm? Would be a waste not to fuck that cute little ass of yours," Alois purred in Ciel's ear as he kept grinding against his backside. With a rough thrust, the taller boy caused Ciel to slam against the metal once more before he released him with a soft chuckle. "Run home to mommy, bestie. I'll call you later."
When Ciel swirled around, the blonde had the nerve to wink at him before he skipped away. "Get the fuck—STOP!" the blue-haired boy growled angrily at the quickly disappearing blonde, whose giggles echoed through the empty corridor. A loud groan flew out of Ciel as he hastily brushed himself off before deciding to do what he had originally planned to do – go home.
Alois beamed. Fuck, that little ass has to be tight, he thought with a shiver of delight as he made his way to the familiar kiosk behind the school where all the delinquents knew they could buy cigarettes without getting caught.
After purchasing a pack himself, he skillfully freed one of the white sticks and pulled out a lighter, burning the end of the poisonous thing between his lips as he inhaled.
"Hey booty shorts!" a male high school senior with short dark hair called out from behind him. "Can I have one of those?"
Alois whirled around, cracking a smile when he noticed who was approaching him.
The senior had an almost tired look on his face and his movements were slow and lazy. Everyone knew he carried himself like that because he smoked so much weed while his parents apparently did nothing to try and stop him. And at his side, as usual, was his voluptuous girlfriend, wearing nothing but a short purple skirt and a provocative black tank top barely covering her large breasts.
"Lau! Didn't see you in school today. Skipped a few classes?" The blonde gave the pair a teasing grin.
With a small chuckle, Lau replied easily, "Me and Ran-Mao just woke up, if you know what I mean."
"Mmm... that's disgusting."
"Just because you like to stick it in someone's ass doesn't mean tight little things like this one here is disgusting, my friend."
Alois let out a playful snort. "Sure. Whatever. As long as you're having fun." Alois pulled out a cigarette and handed it to the older boy. "A new kid started today. Phantomhive."
"Ah. I'm guessing you're going to tell me how you tormented the poor thing?"
"Oh I didn't. I was nice, I promise," Alois answered with a wink of his right eye, taking a deep drag from the stick between his fingers. "He's very interesting actually."
"Interesting... in what way?"
"He's not scared of me."
"Mhm. That is interesting. But I bet you'll teach him to be, right?"
"Oh don't you worry about that... He'll—oh hold on sec." Alois got distracted by his phone buzzing in his pocket and as he gazed upon the illuminated screen a huge smile spread across his face. Ciel.
Finally seated on the bus, Ciel pulled his phone out, feeling a burning need to chat with his Alois.
C i e l: I need you.
King of booty shorts: Did something happen?
C i e l: No… I just really feel like hugging you right now.
King of booty shorts: I want to hug you too. *hugs hard* Sure nothing happened?
C i e l: Yeah… don't worry about it. How was your day?
King of booty shorts: Hm.. alright. But if you want to talk I'm right here yknow.
My day was awesome. Helped out a new kid at school, he was so grateful.
C i e l: Wow that's really nice of you. You're a fucking angel.
You free tonight?
King of booty shorts: *laugh* yeah, I'm free. Why?
C i e l: I wanna talk until we fall asleep.
King of booty shorts: Of course bae. I would cancel any fucking plans to do that. I swear I could spend every fucking second talking to you. You're perfect.
C i e l: ….what.
C i e l: No… shhh. *sigh* you're driving me crazy..ugh. Kiss me.
King of booty shorts: Anytime babe. *kisses you on the lips*
Ciel was fuming and frustrated and not even Alois seemed to be able to take his anger away. How could his first day at his new school already have resulted in him falling prey to a bully? At his old school most of the students left him alone - they knew there was no use even trying to engage in conversation or other pointless activities with him. He had been content with that, happy to be left alone to indulge in his finer interests all by himself.
Yet, barely a day at this school and he had managed not to only attract a person whom most of both the students and teachers feared but he had also managed to get a certain freckled girl's attention. He didn't mind the girl, but he couldn't help but wonder if he had acted differently than he used to, to already have two people taking an interest in him.
With a snarl, he rubbed his backside, still feeling the lingering press of the blonde's crotch against his clothed skin. He had been hard, the sick fucker, and apparently liked getting off on torturing others. Ciel vowed to himself that he'd never let that boy get to him, no matter how vicious he would get. Ciel would never let him get that satisfaction.
An unpleasant shiver went through him as he squirmed on the soft seat, trying to get the memory of that hardness pushing up against him to disappear. He wanted to slap himself for even thinking what he did next, but he couldn't stop it more than he could stop all the wars in the world. Even if the blonde was revolting, disgraceful and worryingly menacing, the overbearing student was indescribably pleasant to look at. Ciel wanted nothing more than to hate his guts, and even though he did, he couldn't help but picturing that thick thing between his legs. His long, slender legs…
Ciel groaned loudly and in an attempt to replace the images in his mind, he sent Alois a text he never thought he'd do.
C i e l: Send me a picture of your cock.