Chapter 2
Ciel tapped his foot impatiently while watching the clock's hands making its slow progression. He was in Mr. Sander's Algebra 2 class and had just turned in his homework a few moments ago. For some reason, he couldn't take his mind off of the strange and unpleasant incident that took place in his study room yesterday. Why would Alois do that? He didn't know him well enough for that and even if he did his sexual preference was anomalous. What scared him most was that Alois had no intention of surrendering; he always obtained what he desired. It made Ciel's mind wander into areas it wouldn't normally wander.
"…how about you Ciel?"
The sudden inquiry returned him to the present. "What?" he replied, bemused. The teacher only gave an irritated expression. He was strict and loathed neglectful students. Mr. Sanders directed the previous question towards a brown haired, pigtailed girl that sat diagonal from Ciel. He felt a bit of envy when the teacher complimented her for getting the correct answer. I knew that one. I did it yesterday, he thought. They did it yesterday. Why the hell did his mind keep focusing on Alois? He despised him even more after what happened, but weirdly he was starting to feel a sort of connection to him now.
Finally, the bell rang indicating the school day was over. As the class was dismissed, Mr. Sanders reminded them of their assignment due tomorrow which led to a collective moan from the students. Ciel packed his stuff into his backpack and headed to the bathroom. Upon entering, there were two boys he recognized from his History class. They were discussing the three page paper they had assigned to them concerning the Civil War due tomorrow.
"Dude, sometimes Mrs. Henderson can be a bitch. She's such a tight ass. Why is it we always get stuck with the crappy teachers?" complained one of them.
"It's because we have bad luck. As for Mrs. Henderson, she can kiss my butt. The only reason she gave us that paper and no one else was because she has a personal vendetta against us for what we did to her last year. I don't have time to do it anyway; I got Chris's party to go to. No way I'm missing that!" said the other one.
With a 'Right on!' the boys left, leaving Ciel alone. Lousy idiots, he thought. They had no reason to complain about something so trivial and simple. But then again, history didn't come easy for everyone like it did for him. Ciel turned on the faucet and splashed his face with warm water. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror hanging over the sink, his hair grayish-blue and eyes a semi-dark blue. After splashing his face again, he looked into the mirror again and gasped in surprise. Alois had suddenly stood behind Ciel and was staring at him in the mirror, grinning.
Ciel had been too much into his thoughts that he didn't even hear the slamming of the door as Alois entered. He had a sudden urge to pick up his backpack and run out, but Alois was quick and too close for that to be possible. He'd have to fight his way out.
"It's good to see you again Ciel. I was kind of worried that you wouldn't want to see me again, because of what happened yesterday" he said, grinning maniacally. In truth, he'd be content if he never saw him again. And yet here he was, his eyes threatening to commit an unwanted act. Ciel slowly backed away towards the door.
"What do want?" he asked.
Alois giggled. "Isn't it obvious? You!"
Ciel made a start for the door only to find it locked. Before he could unlock it, Alois grabbed him from behind underneath both arms and dragged him across the bathroom, pinning him to the wall. He fought back but not before Alois seductively licked Ciel's lips, laughing at his disgusted reaction. Ciel then head butted him, but Alois quickly recovered and punched him in the stomach. Bent over in pain, Alois grabbed Ciel's hair and dragged him into one of the stalls.
Alois pulled out some wire he had in his back pocket and, roughly turning Ciel onto his chest, tied his hands behind his back and his feet. Ciel tried to scream for help, but a gag was put over his mouth which muffled any sound. He struggled in horror as Alois pulled down his pants and felt him enter into him. As he kept thrusting into him, he rubbed Ciel's pulsating cock. Ciel didn't know why, but at that moment he felt a certain degree of ecstasy. But why, especially when he was being attacked against his will? His entire body- especially the lower half- was hot and yearned for more. He almost had come until Alois stopped. As a final act of humiliation, Alois kissed and licked Ciel's exposed butt. He then pulled up his pants and untied Ciel, gently stroking his hand through his damp hair.
Before leaving, Alois leaned in close to Ciel's ear and whispered, "I told you this isn't over. I will have you…one way or another." Then he left, leaving Ciel hurt and humiliated on the urine aroma, dirty floor. Ciel cursed himself for being weak and reviled the mixed emotions swelling inside him like a gross tumor. Resentment, loneliness, and lust. Such emotions were nothing but a burden.
As Ciel lay in bed his mind refused to cease wandering back to the incident in the bathroom a few hours ago. He had felt so disgusting that he stood in the bathtub for almost two hours. Sebastian had sensed something was wrong upon Ciel's arrival, but Ciel only snapped at him, exclaiming that he should mind his own damn business, and headed to his room.
Sebastian had entered the room carrying clean clothes for the next day, and dressed him in his pajamas. He then said "Sleep well My Lord.", and turned off the light, leaving the door open a crack. Now that it was dark and he was in bed alone, a part of him could not help but wonder what it would be like with the sadistic, blonde haired boy sleeping next to him.