This chapter is the longest update so far and contains "graphic" rape so continue at your own risk.
Chapter Six
Starting at the beginning, Sebastian tried getting Ciel to talk again, with no luck. A part of Ciel knew Sebastian was going to start over and he tried much harder to not talk. No matter what the pain was, he wouldn't give the man the satisfaction.
The life in the basement became routine. He would sit on his bed or at the table and think about his family, whether or not they miss him. Their attention was always on Alois, so it didn't surprise him if they didn't. Ciel would think and wait for the two meals that Sebastian would bring downstairs. The meals passed the same way every day. Ciel and Sebastian would eat, and then Sebastian would try to get Ciel to talk again, with no luck. He would then either hit him or take out his knife and carve more words.
He ran out of room on Ciel's arms, so he moved to his chest and back so he wouldn't be able to sleep comfortably anymore. Because of Ciel's tossing and turning, the cuts frequently reopened, causing more pain to him, and making Sebastian angrier at himself.
The seventh week Ciel was in Sebastian's basement started with Sebastian having a dream that Claude hadn't left him. That Ciel wasn't in his basement and he was happy again, before the car accident that changed him. Sebastian woke up facing the opposite side of the bed that was neatly made and cold, because nobody had slept there. He sighed and sat up, going towards the connected bathroom to take his medicine. He stared at the mirror for ten minutes before deciding that his medicine wasn't needed today.
He showered and got dressed before sitting in the living room to wait for his agent, Will, to get there. There was a knock on the door at exactly 8:30 before Will opened the door with the key Sebastian had given him.
"Sebastian, I have good news." You couldn't have known it was good news from the monotone William always spoke in. He was too professional for his friendship with Sebastian get in the way of his career.
"What is it?" Sebastian asked, sitting a little more straight in his favorite chair.
"A gallery owner wants to do an exhibit of just your work. It would only be for four days, but it will bring in a lot of sales. I have already delivered all of the pieces that were ready to be displayed, but she still needs six or seven more recent paintings." Will explained, sitting down and adjusting his glasses. "Do you have any finished paintings? She's looking at the exhibit opening on Friday and ending on Monday."
Sebastian nodded yes. "They're in my studio. I'm not sure how many I have though." He walked upstairs to the large room he made from removing the shared wall between two spare bedrooms. He walked around the easels and paints before getting to the drying rack. He took the canvases out of the bottom three racks and checked that they were dry before taking them downstairs for Will.
Will carefully checked over all of them to make sure there weren't any problems. "These will do nicely. Why did you paint a boy sitting in your basement?" Sebastian leaned over to check the painting Will was looking at. It was one he painted from memory the third day Ciel had been in his basement and he took him breakfast. Ciel had been curled in a defensive position for the first week of being in the basement until his hunger won and he ate the food Sebastian gave him.
"It's art, Will. I don't need a reason." Sebastian told him, sighing inwardly in relief when Will didn't question him further.
"I'll take these to the gallery then. The curator wanted to know if there's anything specific to know about the order to put them in." Will started carrying his paintings out to his car after carefully wrapping them in the shipping box.
"Nothing other than the usual put the more recent ones in the back." Sebastian leaned against the doorframe and watched Will work. After all of the paintings were packed in Will's car, he came back inside to where Sebastian was standing.
"Be at the gallery at 3:00 all four days to make sure everything is okay. Hopefully, everything will go fine and I won't have to put in any overtime." Will told Sebastian, handing him a piece of paper that had the gallery address and the showing times.
"Won't be a problem, Will. I'll be there on time." Sebastian replied. Will left the house and closed the door before driving off.
Friday…
Sebastian carried Ciel's lunch downstairs and saw him already sitting at the table like usual. He gave Ciel the food and sat across from him. The teenager stared at the spot where Sebastian's food would have been if he were to eat with him. "I'm eating at the gallery today. It's the first day of my showing; there'll be snacks and wine and whatever the gallery owner arranged for the exhibit." Sebastian explained, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back in the wooden chair.
Ciel looked back down at his lunch and ate silently. "Don't you have anything to say? I'll be gone for five hours, Ciel. Talk to me." Sebastian stared at Ciel, who wouldn't look up from his food. He sighed and stood up. "I don't have time to persuade you right now. Just finish eating and I'll leave." Ciel quickly finished his food and pushed the dishes towards Sebastian. He picked them up and went upstairs, closing and locking the door behind him.
Sebastian checked his appearance in the mirror again; making sure his clothes looked fine, then left. He double checked that the basement door was completely locked.
He drove to the gallery just above the speed limit, wanting to be on time for once, so that Will wouldn't have a reason to be mad at him. An angry Will was not a force to be tampered with.
When he entered the gallery, everything was already set up for the opening. There was the refreshment table in the corner that Sebastian knew he would be visiting later.
"Are you Sebastian Michaelis?" A young, white-haired man asked him. Sebastian nodded yes and the man held out his hand to shake. "My name is Ash, and I am the curator of this fine gallery. It's very nice to meet you; I have admired your work for a long time now." He said excitedly, still holding Sebastian's hand. Sebastian awkwardly pulled his hand away and looked around the gallery.
"Thank you very much for having me. If you don't mind, I'm going to meet with my agent." He told Ash, walking over to where Will was standing.
"You need to look through their arrangement and make sure you're happy with it. Once the doors open, you can't just ask them to change it." Will said without looking at Sebastian, too busy reading over the list of more important guests that were invited to opening night. Sebastian nodded and walked through the paintings, checking that the more recent pieces were in the back, the way he likes it.
"Everything is fine, Will." Sebastian told his agent when he was done checking.
"Good, then we can open." Will told him and Ash, who was waiting to open the doors. "Sebastian, I need you to walk through and interact with the people. Try to sell your work or answer any questions they have." The artist nodded and started walking through again when people started looking through his work.
Two hours in to the first day, Sebastian was getting bored with answering questions. He had visited the refreshments table enough to where his hunger was no longer a problem, but he still wanted something to do.
He stood in the corner and watched the people study his paintings. He saw a short blonde teenager signing excitedly to the tall man next to him. He didn't recognize the teenager, and only saw the man from behind. Sebastian recognized the blonde signing "Come on! That's the artist over there!" He dragged the tall man over to where Sebastian was standing and staring at the floor.
The blonde walked up to Sebastian and grinned. "Hello! My name is Alois, and that's my boyfriend, over there. I love your paintings, Mr. Michaelis. Your work is great." Sebastian immediately decided that Alois was annoying when excited and too happy.
"Thank you, Alois. I hope you're enjoying the showing." Sebastian looked up in time to see the tall man from before walk up and put his arm around the teenager's shoulders.
"I am! So is Claude." Alois said, looking up happily. Sebastian looked up at the man's face and the air left his lungs.
"So this is your boyfriend." Sebastian stated. His voice cracked in the middle of the last word and sounded bitter and cold.
"Yes, he's my Claude." Alois grinned wider and wrapped his arms around Claude's waist.
"Hello, Claude. It's been a while. How are you?" Sebastian signed, not trusting his voice to remain professional.
"Happy. And you?" Claude signed back, sensing the anger and pain that was going through his ex-boyfriend's mind.
"I've been better. So you and the brat?" Sebastian grinded his teeth behind the indifferent mask he wore. Luckily Alois had gone off to look at a few of the near paintings.
"Alois loves me and I love him. He makes me happy, which is more than I could say for you." Claude signed. It took him a moment to realize what he had said as he stumbled to fix the lie that he signed.
"Save it. I'm sorry you were stuck in a relationship that you weren't happy in for a year." He signed back, feeling angry and betrayed. "If you'll excuse me, I have to discuss something with my agent." Sebastian said out loud before pushing past Alois and Claude.
"Where are you going, Sebastian?" Will asked as he tried to sneak out the back door.
"Home. I can't be here with him and his new boyfriend." Sebastian spat, not willing to say his name.
Will nodded, knowing who he was talking about it. "Don't wreck your car." Sebastian nodded and left the gallery, trusting Will to take care of him leaving early.
Sebastian sped home, not getting in an accident by pure luck.
When he got home he slammed the door shut and locked it before going upstairs to his bedroom. He took the letter out of his bedside table and ripped it up, not bothering to clean the mess. He picked up the framed picture of Claude and threw it at the wall, watching with sick joy that the glass shattered and the picture was ruined.
He walked back downstairs, looking for something more to do to blow off the aggression that built up watching Claude with Alois. He saw the locked basement door and grabbed the sharpened knife he left on the kitchen counter when he left for the gallery. Sebastian quickly unlocked the door and turned on the light so he wouldn't fall down the stairs.
The combination of the sound of the door opening and slamming shut and the lights turning on woke Ciel up. The sight that Sebastian made with the knife and his eyes practically glowing with anger made the panic and fear settle in. His heart started racing and Sebastian got closer.
Sebastian grabbed Ciel's chin roughly and made him look up at him. "You have such a pretty face, Ciel. As well as a pair of the most beautiful blue eyes I've seen." He said, studying the teenager's face. "Why aren't you thanking me, Ciel? I've given you a compliment; it's only polite for you to thank me." Ciel whimpered quietly at Sebastian's hold on his chin tightened.
The silence made Sebastian angrier. He tilted his head up higher and moved the dark blue hair out of his eyes with the knife. He set the knife next to his right eye and lightly ran it over the kin there. Ciel started shaking in fear as the movement of the knife was more and more deliberate and pressure was added. His heart stopped as one pass of the knife was hard enough to break skin. The cut was deep and throbbing as it ran from his right temple to his jaw.
Ciel cried out in pain and tried to pull away from Sebastian. He let go of his chin and Ciel fell back on the bed. Sebastian used the knife to cut the shirt he was wearing open, grazing past the cuts and opening them up partly. Ciel attempted to fight him, but was only hit on the side of his face that held the cut, splitting his lip. "You will talk, Ciel." He nearly growled at the terrified male.
Ciel opened his mouth to say something, but he was too scared of the man for any sound to escape. Sebastian hit him again on the opposite side of his face and cut down his thighs, easily ripping the shorts that Ciel was wearing. He pulled them off of the shaking boy and turned him away roughly, onto his hands and knees. "I will do anything to make you talk, Ciel. Remember that." He said to Ciel as he unfastened the black trousers he wore to the exhibit opening. Ciel heard the sounds of his pants being undone and a lump formed in his throat. He choked back a sob as Sebastian pulled his erection out of his briefs.
He lined up his manhood with Ciel's entrance. "Please don't." Ciel whimpered, attempting to pull away. Sebastian grabbed his hips and pulled him back while thrusting in, entering the teenager all at once. Ciel cried out at the intrusion, blood and tears running down his face.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Sebastian asked sarcastically. He had heard the boy pleading him to stop and wanted him to speak louder. Sebastian pulled out of Ciel's tight hole, and then snapped his hips forward, forcing his entire member in at once again. Ciel sobbed again, his insides nearly bleeding at the abuse.
Sebastian continued thrusting at the same brutal pace, Ciel occasionally crying out until one thrust made his back arch and his toes curl. "Found it." Sebastian moaned and tried to hit the same spot again. Ciel moaned softly, cursing his anatomy.
The older man pounded into Ciel, steadily hitting that bundle of nerves inside him until one thrust made Ciel moan louder than before, making Sebastian cum at the noise. Ciel followed and collapsed on the bed. Sebastian pulled out of the spent boy, blood and cum running down his legs. He stood up and put his dick back in his pants and refastened them. He smirked down at the tired teenager, making Ciel look up at him angrily. "Go to hell." He said, not moving from the spot.
Sebastian walked back upstairs and locked the door behind him, like always. He put the blood-soaked knife in the dish washer and walked upstairs to his bedroom. He took his clothes off and got in the shower to wash the blood off before what he just did moved to the forefront of his mind. "I just raped him."
Hallo. I'm sorry if the ending was a bit awkward, since I've never written a sex scene, much less a rape scene. I hope you enjoyed this update though.
I still don't own Black Butler, not that I wouldn't be delighted to.
Song of the Chapter: She's Killing Me by A Rocket to the Moon
For more on Claude and Sebastian's past relationship and how Sebastian became how he is now, read Happy Endings Are Stories That Haven't Ended Yet
