This is the last chapter I'd written. I might continue on if I find it interesting enough (this is a hint to post reviews).
Warnings: abuse, kinky touchy stuff
Ciel awoke the following night, just before Alois almost entirely lost his senses. He'd stayed by his side all day long. At one point, Claude had to tear the angry boy away before he shook the very life out of Ciel.
"Won't he ever wake up? Why isn't he awake yet, Claude? Did you kill him? Did you!?"
The moment Ciel opened his eyes for the first time in 22 hours, Alois wasn't even there. He'd been persuaded into taking a bath.
"I'm sure when you are done, My Lord, Ciel will be awake, and you will be clean and ready," Claude had assured him with fortunate accuracy.
"Ready to beat him senseless for sleeping so long."
Claude was silent for the entire bath, too preoccupied by sinful thoughts to respond to his Lord's questions with more than an inattentive "hmm." One spoiled child's soul was enough to fill any demon for centuries. Two little souls in his possession was purely gluttonous, in so many unspoken ways. Alois may have felt like Ciel's rightful owner now, but it was his own demonic butler who had the ultimate power to do what he wished. And oh, there was much he wished to do.
He kept quiet when he felt Ciel's eyes open in his master's room. Best to finish his bath before whatever mischief Alois planned began. There were still soap suds in his yellow hair.
The first thing Ciel noticed was his eyepatch—or rather, his lack of an eye patch. Where had that gone? His hand tried to feel his naked eye but was prevented by some sort of binding. Both hands seemed to be tied above him. He arched his neck to peer back. Lily white hands tugged against red silk ribbons tying him to the headboard of the bed. Bed? He could feel from the pillow that this bed was not his. His fears were reaffirmed by the foreign purple bedspread. Who the Hell slept on such ostentatious sheets?
Who the Hell.
"Trancy," he muttered under his breath.
"Alois!" he shouted, tugging fervently against his bindings and finding that his legs were tied together as well.
"Sebastian!" he yelled loud enough for Alois to hear from the end of the corridor. "Sebastian, come untie me this instant!"
"Did you hear that?" Alois's grin was frighteningly large. "He's awake! Claude, get my robe!"
It was taking Ciel's butler an unusually long time to respond. "Sebastian!" he shouted again. "Sebastian, I order you to untie me now!"
Where was that horrid butler? What was the point of their contract if he never responded in time? Ciel would be subject to Alois's prying hands at any instant. Sebastian knew. He had to. He probably got sick pleasure out of it, the bastard. Ciel would cut off his hand if he made him wait one second longer.
"Stupid demon," he mumbled, mind still foggy from the generous dose of ether.
"Is your butler asleep, little prince?" Alois giggled from the doorway. "I wonder if he'll sleep forever!"
"What is this?" Ciel moaned. Alois was hovering above him in less than a second, both legs trapping his midsection. His red robe was hardly tied tight enough. "Where is Sebastian?"
"Gone forever, my …" Alois's smile dissipated. "Claude, why is his eye still like that?"
Ciel's left eye was still red and branded by demonic contract, but the demon it belonged to was, supposedly, permanently out of the picture. It obviously wasn't working now, but its presence disturbed Alois. Ciel was supposed to be his. His and no one else's.
"It should fade over time, my lord," Claude assured.
"What should fade?" Ciel asked. "What is this? Why am I here? Where is Sebastian, dammit? Sebastian! SEBA—"
Alois's quick hand silenced Ciel's call. "Shhh! You silly boy!" he laughed. "Sebastian is gone! All gone! Poof! Don't you think he'd have come for you by now?"
Ceil's mismatched eyes widened in anger. He screamed into Alois's palm, but all that came out was muffled sounds of discontentment.
"Where is he?" Alois pretended to hear. "Where is he indeed! Can you answer that, Claude?" He turned slyly to his pensive butler.
"Far away, my lord. If anywhere at all."
"If anywhere at all! Did you hear that, Ciel?" His eyes were wide as the Nile. "He can't hear you! Ha ha ha! What will you do now?" He moved his hand from mouth to chin.
"I'll kill you myself," Ciel sputtered with choking breath.
"Kill me!" Alois laughed again. "And tell me," his face darkened, "how exactly," fingernails pushed half moons into the other boy's arms, "you plan to do that, little Ciel?"
Little Ciel winced. The nails pushed deeper. "Ah!" he cried before his mouth could form an answer.
"Ah!" Alois mimicked in exaggerated falsetto. "Ah!' That was so cute. Cry again, Ciel!"
Fingernails were replaced with teeth. Ciel screamed.
"Stop it!"
Alois looked up. There were little purple bite marks on Ciel's arm, all coated in Alois's spit. He needed to bite his other arm or it'd all be off. This time, Ciel thrashed.
"Stop it stop it stop it! Get off me you lunatic!" He twisted and writhed, trying to shake off the parasite gnawing dangerously close to his veins.
What a brat, Alois thought. When he finished with his other arm, he reached up and—
Slap!
Ciel had been many things before, but never had he been slapped. The astonished look on his face almost overshadowed the red mark blossoming on his cheek.
"You beast…" he started before Alois covered his mouth with his own lips, entangling him in a sloppy but skillful kiss, a kiss that went a thousand ways but made even Ciel's stomach stir.
"That's no way for a pet to refer to his master, is it Claude?" Alois said when he finished abusing Ciel's lips.
"I believe not, my lord," Claude replied. The statuesque butler was still stationed by the bedroom door.
"Master?" Ciel asked incredulously. "What the Hell do you think—"
Alois snatched his chin like a trainer holding a dog by his muzzle. "I think there's no one to defend little Lord Phantomhive any longer, and I knowthat without him around, you're just a lost little lamb without a shepherd." He licked his lips. "There are a lot of wolves in the forest, Ciel. But you know that already."
"You're not a wolf," he spat back. "You're a stupid boy."
Alois laughed again. He almost never stopped laughing, it seemed. The whole world was a joke, but not the kind Ciel found funny.
"Of course I'm not a wolf, you dummy! I just happen to have a dog with sharper teeth than your dog." He glanced back at Claude with all the love the demon's eyes never reflected. "Or, your former dog, I should say."
Ciel felt sea sick. Nothing made sense. He'd made an unbreakable contract, and nowhere along the line had he so much as considered the possibility of Sebastian's defeat. He was an idiot. No self-respecting businessman would enter a contract with so much at stake without preparing for the unthinkable. He had no back up plan, no second-in-line, no one to save him from an idiot boy with frosting-covered fingers and his impenetrable servant. Of all his foes, why did it have to be the illiterate bastard in short shorts who now held his destruction? It was embarrassment beyond reconciliation. Even if Sebastian rose from wherever he was hidden, in a grave or otherwise, and saved him right then, there would still be the memory of Alois hovering above him and dangling a bejeweled collar.
"It's sapphire!" Alois pointed to the heart-shaped jewel that hung in place of a dog tag. "Look, it matches your eyes! You'll be the prettiest puppy in the country."
"Don't even think about putting that around my neck, Trancy," Ciel growled, pressing his head against the headboard and as far away from the restricting jewelry as he could.
"Oops, I already thought about it."
With one hand wrenching Ciel up by the nape of his hair, the other wrapped the collar around his neck, and the hand that had so rudely snatched his pet now joined the other to fasten the collar as quickly as he could. Ciel's neck was as small as the rest of him, but the last hole in the collar let it rest snuggly against his skin, just tight enough to irritate but not tight enough to rash. Tight enough to not let him forget.
"Take it off or I'll make you regret your entire existence," Ciel sputtered, his face burning hotter than a lantern.
"You're not very threatening when you're blushing, you know."
Creeping hands danced along the silver buttons of his navy vest. Alois had been very patient with his present, and now he wanted to unwrap it.
"Don't do that!" The sound of his own voice, high-pitched and pleading, sickened the noble boy.
"But you're wearing far more than I am," Alois pointed to his robe's plunging neckline with a faux pout. "It's not fair." White fingers began unbuttoning the first layer of fabric.
"No!" Ciel thrashed again, beating his arms against the headboard and wiggling his restricted frame as much as he could. His knees connected with Alois's back, managing to throw him off balance (and probably leaving a nasty bruise).
"Ouch!" Alois rubbed his smarting backside. His smile was still seemingly wider than his face should allow. Ciel's little tantrums were amusing, albeit annoying after a while. They gave Alois a wonderful opportunity to grab him by his collar and jerk him forward, straining his arms and his breath.
"If you behave, then I'll behave, hmm?" He nodded his head in agreement with himself. "I only want to put this on you instead of those boring old schoolboy clothes. Claude?"
The butler appeared, presenting a frilly white nightgown decked in an excess of lace and ribbons. Nothing too embarrassing, Ciel supposed, but he couldn't stand being forced to wear anything he hadn't chosen for himself. His wrists ached from the ribbons. He wanted to rip apart the playful wink in Alois's countenance, but the fabric refused to give.
"I'm going to untie your arms now, but you have to be good." He pulled him closer, eliciting a wince when the collar started to cut. "Or you don't get to wear anything at all."
Alois let go, and Ciel fell back against the headboard with a thump.
"Claude, you can untie him now."
"Are you certain Master would not rather he untie him while I keep him restrained?"
"Nonsense, Claude. I'm strong enough to hold back a little boy." Ciel was not allowed to forget for a second that Alois was superior now, Alois was bigger and stronger, even if only slightly.
Alois's grip on Ciel's arms felt not unlike a boa constrictor suffocating its prey. His bindings were cut with a pair of scissors retrieved from Claude's waistcoat (god only knows how many items demons could store in there). Ciel's chest heaved as he tried to swallow his anger. Would it be better to let Alois have his way now, then plan his escape later? Probably, but his temper might not allow it.
"Sit up!" Alois commanded, pulling him forward by his collar again.
Ciel shut his eyes as Alois went to work on his blouse, his vest having already been stealthily unbuttoned.
"You button these shirts so high!" He traced the top of Ciel's blouse, letting his fingers skirt along his gooseprickled neck. "Such a Victorian. I wonder why hiding yourself is so in fashion. I think skin is much prettier."
He revealed more of Ciel's front, regally pale and petal soft. Smooth baby skin untouched by daylight. An echo of a ribcage and a firm little stomach.
Ciel's hands twitched by his sides.
Alois pushed the fabric past his knife blade shoulders.
"Doesn't he have the tiniest little shoulders you've ever seen, Claude?" He asked, stroking the delicate collar bone that stood out like a peninsula in the sea. "He looks like the pretty girls in paintings. I could grow your hair out long and no one'd know you're a boy."
"Stop it," Ciel muttered.
"I'm complimenting you, Ciel. Can't you take a compliment?" Alois huffed. "Raise your arms up!" He snatched his wrists, already moving them for him.
Fluffy cotton wafted down his arms and over his head. Ciel sat limp, forcing Alois to dress him like a lifeless doll. It was, unbeknownst to him, exactly what Alois wanted. He threaded the top half of Ciel's body through the girlish nightgown, humming a song that didn't exist.
Ciel's eyes opened wide when he felt fingers on the waistband of his shorts.
"Stop! I can do that myself, thank you."
"I wouldn't want you to strain yourself, darling," Alois mocked.
Thankfully, the affectionate boy moved away from Ciel's area of discomfort to untie the thick red ribbon fastened around his ankles. Ciel instinctively brought his knees to his chest.
"Now, now. We're not done yet!"
Alois played with the buckles on Ciel's garters. He couldn't decide whether he would look cuter with them on or off. Before he could make up his mind, one of them snapped.
"Oops..."
"Damn you! Those were my favorite pair!"
"Well, I think you look better without them."
Ciel permitted him to slip the broken garters off along with his stockings. Odd that he hadn't put up another fight yet. He must be saving himself for quite a show, Alois thought. Wonderful! He couldn't wait to see the tantrum he had in store. Those ball-jointed knees were still pressed against his chest, and his cheeks were puffed red, plump with bitter pouting. Ciel wore anger the way a princess wears a crown.
"I'll finish dressing myself," he said, with a hint of 'or else.'
"But Sebastian would always undress you for bed, wouldn't he?" the impish boy cocked his head. "You might not know how the buttons work."
Feverish with power, his greedy hands plied apart Ciel's locked knees and pushed him backwards onto the bed until they lay one atop the other, looking at once like wrestling children and entangled lovers. Mad blue eyes linked—one pair laughing, the other screaming. Ciel's knees were pushed back practically to his ears, and it was neither comfortable nor honorable. Alois was everywhere, his heat breathing on every part of him until Ciel's own breath was almost sucked away.
"GET OFF OF ME!"
Ciel grabbed a handful of blonde hair and yanked. His hands turned to claws, tearing at Alois's face and neck. Alois was a child who'd played too eagerly with a hissing cat. Still he taunted, amused by Ciel's tantrum, not yet hurting enough to end the game. He pressed down harder, and the enraged kitten let out an actual hiss. Then came the fangs.
"Ow! OW! Claude, he's biting my shoulder! It hurts it hurts it…"
Eyes closed, Ciel gnashed his teeth into his predator's skin until he could taste red.
"I'm bleeding!" Alois shrieked, hoarse with panic and verging tears.
The blood filling Ciel's mouth disgusted him, but he didn't want to lose his place in what was now his game. His teeth stayed imbedded in his victim's wound.
Gloved fingers unclenched his jaw, another hand jerked him back by his hair, and he parted from the bite with a gasp. An oval of teeth marks dotted with blood marred the junction of Alois's neck and shoulder. It looked less impressive than he'd imagined, but judging from Alois's pained face and the tears stinging his eyelashes, it certainly felt noteworthy.
Claude's napkin blotted away the blood staining Ciel's lips. Ciel shut his eyes, expecting a slap (but it was well worth it considering he'd made Alois cry and bleed).
"That was very bad, Ciel." Alois wiped the tears from his lashes and tried to swallow a wince. "Now I have to hurt you too."
Ciel scarcely had time to gasp before the omnipresent butler flipped him onto his stomach. Hands stronger than iron kept his arms pinned to the mattress by his delicate wrists, which could be snapped any moment the monster felt inclined. Ciel knew well the infinite power of demonic hands. Dealing with Alois on his own was child's play; in the grip of a devil with no supernatural assistance of his own, Ciel could do little but hold his breath and wait for his pardon.
"Master, are you certain you do not wish me to tend to your wound first?" Claude's toneless voice made it obvious he asked out of decorum, not concern.
"That can wait. My pet needs to learn a lesson now."
Brightened by the display before him—Ciel helpless again, practically trembling, his bum in the air as if he knew what would happen next—Alois pulled up his gown and tugged down his shorts. A sickly smile spread along his face again. The navy shorts pooled around Ciel's knees. Now only his thin white undergarments protected him from Alois's roaming eye.
"I—" he began to protest, but one flex of Claude's grip reminded him of a worse fate.
"If you'd been a good boy, Ciel, you would have only gotten nice touches."
Alois's hands travelled from the back of his knees to the edge of his underpants, not just touching but feeling, rubbing his bony thighs, skirting beneath the fabric to stroke his hips. Ciel's entire body twitched with hate and confusion. For Alois, arousal distracted him from his pain.
Arousal dared Alois to go further. His serpentine touch stopped at Ciel's front and cupped the small bulge. Ciel gasped, bringing his legs together and trying to lean away from the confusing sensation. Instead, he ended up grinding against Alois's palm, making the strange feeling even worse.
Alois tsked as he snatched Ciel's underpants by their waistline and pulled them just underneath Ciel's rear end.
"Naughty boy. You don't get nice touches after being bad."
He raised his hand as high as he could before landing a splitting spank across both cheeks.
Ciel's head snapped up, and he let out a shameful bark. He'd never been spanked like this before. There were times during his lessons when he would misbehave and Sebastian would make him lean across the desk, but then, he'd always kept his undergarments on, and he'd always poured hot tea on Sebastian's clothes at dinner. The embarrassing, tickling feeling of cold air on his backside combined with Alois's slap humiliated him, but it didn't feel like a scolding spanking. It felt darker, like something children shouldn't do.
Smack—smack—smack. Alois was overwhelmed by how much fun it was to slap Ciel's tiny behind, to turn that milky white into scarlet. He marveled in the fury and mania and the feel of soft, doughy skin striking against his palm. Ciel bit his lip to try to hold back cries, but he had to let them out sometime, oh yes he did. It looked like a rash was spreading across his backside. He reared back and hit again, exerting as much force as he could. Ciel let go of his lip and cried out.
"Ah!"
Both their eyes widened. All Ciel could see were his wrists bound above him and the side of Claude's black pants from where he sat still as a statue. All Alois could see was his pretty pet being tamed. He could already hear him begging in the near future, and the mere thought almost made him moan. The last spank deepened the stark contrast between his blood red cheeks and cream white legs. Alois tried again. He got another whimper in return.
The slaps were hurting too much now. They stung worse than a burn. Ciel wasn't sure he could put up with it much longer.
What was more undignified: to beg for it to end, or to let the humiliation continue until he was utterly spent?
"Ah!"
The last slap pushed him forward and made him scrape his chin against the mattress.
"Alois…" Ciel spoke barely above a whisper.
"You will not" smack! "call me Alois. You will call me Master. Especially" smack! "when you've been naughty."
Ciel's rear end was almost numb but still painfully stinging. Even the air hurt.
"Master…" he huffed. Thankfully, Alois couldn't see him rolling his eyes, and Claude didn't care that he did.
Claude was secretly rather pleased by the show occurring before him, but knew it was in his best interest to remain out of the way and let his Master play. The sight of his enemy's charge overtaken by his own was a fantasy come to life. Soon he would get the chance to play as well.
"Yes?" Alois grinned, planting another biting slap.
"Please…" Please don't make me beg, was what Ciel wanted to say, but he knew that was exactly what he had to do.
"Do you want it to stop?"
"Yes!" Another spank forced Ciel's answer out with a shout.
"Do you promise to be a good boy?"
Ciel buried his face in the sheets and offered a muffled response.
Alois raked his nails across his burning backside. It felt like kitten claws digging into a burn, and it made Ciel scream.
"Yes!" Now his voice was hoarse with pain and almost-tears.
"Say it! Say you promise to be a good boy!" Alois was so overjoyed, he ripped his nails along his bum again. Little pin pricks of blood blossomed on a particularly red patch of skin.
"I promise—I promise to be a good boy now stop it!"
Ciel's wrists were freed, and something tumbled him front-first into Alois's lap, shorts and underwear lost in the exchange. Alois held him up in a sitting position by his upper thighs. Too tired and dizzy to sit upright, Ciel collapsed onto his shoulder.
"Did that hurt?" Alois was drenched in condescension.
Ciel nodded against his shoulder. The edges of his vision blurred. He hadn't hurt that much in ages. He hadn't expected it of someone with hands not much larger than his own.
"We learned a lesson, didn't we? No more biting unless I ask."
He tucked a kiss behind Ciel's ear. His fingers brushed along the sore. Ciel tensed and craned his neck to look behind him. Alois's hand came away with blood on the tips of his fingers.
He thought Ciel looked very sweet when he fainted.