Thanks for all the reviews, they are very motivational as any writer knows. Sorry to have kept you waiting but with summer and trips across the world, time seems to fly.
It is just after 8pm when Ciel and Sebastian arrive at the dwelling. Thanks to Lao, they were tipped off about the party, if it could be called that. In reality, it was a gathering of wealthy, notable men who indulged in dark fantasies regarding young boys.
The doorman paid Sebastian no mind when he knocked at the door. Once inside, he assessed the manor and quickly gained Ciel entrance through a servants' door near the back.
Mr. Strauss, too busy at the microphone greeting his guests, didn't appear to notice Ciel slip in the back of the large crowd and crouch behind the food table. Sebastian stayed in view as one of the guests.
"As I promised, gentlemen, we have a new treat for you. He is young and just hitting puberty. So without further delay, please help yourselves." With that said, the curtain at the stage parted and amongst the ooh's and ahh's, the small boy came into view.
He was near Ciel's age and blond, wearing a school uniform. Through the raising of the noise, Ciel heard snippets of the men's comments.
"He is young!"
"What a feast!"
"Can't wait to get my hands on him."
The bile rose in Ciel's throat as he heard the comments and peeked over the table. Then there was a mad rush to the stage. Immediately, the men started groping the small boy and tearing at his clothes, making al sorts of lewd comments.
The glitter of excitement on the men's faces as they fondled the helpless boy caused a wave of nausea to surge through Ciel. That could very well have been him if Strauss had charmed him. The horror of remembering the kiss they had shared while Ciel was drunk momentarily stunned him.
Sebastian came to the table as if to assess the food splayed before him but quietly stated, "My Lord, it appears the boy was drugged. He is not …resisting."
The low growl came tinged with shakiness, "Sebastian, I order you to stop them, but don't kill anyone."
"As you wish, my Lord," he bowed. Ciel slumped against the wall behind the table, unable to watch the horrific scene before him.
In just a few minutes, Sebastian was back and Ciel glanced up to see all the men knocked out around the room at the same time that Strauss came rushing in shouting.
"What the hell is going on?"
Ciel slowly made his way toward the front of the room where Strauss was standing not far from the boy who appeared dazed and half asleep.
"You animal," Ciel said menacingly, "where are the other boys?"
"YOU! You won't get away with this Earl Phantomhive," he sneered.
Strauss looked about to bolt so Ciel ha to act fast, "Sebastian! Subdue him, that's an order."
"Yes, my Lord."
Strauss was not quick enough for the butler/demon and Sebastian had Strauss down on his stomach on the floor, binding his wrists almost before Ciel blinked. Once Strauss's hands and feet were bound, Sebastian and Ciel made to leave. They had heard the commotion at the front door by Scotland Yard so they could take over from here.
Ciel, if he could manage it, avoided having to work with the yard. He had sent a note to them of the location and the circumstances prior to going in. That way they could clean up the mess and Ciel could stay out of the limelight.
Sebastian's brow furrowed at his master's hasty departure from the manor through the servants' door. As soon as Ciel got outside into the alley, he hunched over and heaved everything and anything that had been in his stomach.
Sebastian's hand had just made contact with Ciel's back when it was forcefully slapped away.
"I'm fine!" Ciel snapped angrily before stalking toward the coach.
"My Lord," Sebastian said carefully, unsure of Ciel's unusually quiet and distant demeanor. "Due to the hour, it would be most appropriate to stay at the London townhouse."
Ciel grabbed the door of the coach but just before pulling it closed, said sternly, "No, take me home."
When doing the Queen's business, they often left the staff and Sebastian drove the coach. Although with the strange vibe he was feeling from his young master, Sebastian cursed himself for not having a driver so he could be with his master.
What his master had witnessed tonight had deeply affected him and Sebastian was not sure what his young master was thinking. It was disturbing, the look on Ciel's face and his violent vomiting.
When they arrived late into the night at the Phantomhive estate, Sebastian opened the door of the coach to find a curled up boy sound asleep. Ever so delicately, he scooped his young master in his arms and carried him to bed.
Ciel's eyes were wide as the blurred images of faces clouded his vision. His skin crawled with what felt like ants all over his skin. Wait, no! They weren't ants, they were hands! Many, many hands groping and fondling every inch of his body. NO! STOP! DON'T TOUCH ME! He yelled and yelled but they wouldn't stop, wouldn't relent. He thrashed about violently trying to stop the assault but it was no use. Then…suddenly…red eyes became clear through his hazy fog of vision. Everything stopped and Ciel felt his hands trapped at his sides.
As the fog wore off, Ciel found himself on his bed with Sebastian holding his wrists. Though his eyes were red, there was deep-rooted concern in them.
"My Lord," Sebastian choked out, "We must get you ready for bed."
All he got for a response was wide eyes blinking in terrified disbelief. Ciel could feel his soaked clothes from the sweat of the nightmare. His breathing labored as he had fought his attackers.
No, that wasn't right, one attacker. His devoted butler who was trying to change him into his nightshirt. Numbly, Ciel nodded slowly and allowed Sebastian to continue. When Sebastian's hands lingered as he fastened the buttons on the long shirt, Ciel recoiled from the gesture.
It was in that moment that Sebastian realized his young master was traumatized by the experience he had that night. But…what did it mean for them?
Ciel turned away from Sebastian with a sorrowful look and curled up in the bed. What is happening to me? I want to be with Sebastian but…but…is what we are doing wrong? I shouldn't want him to touch me like that, I shouldn't…but I do. Oh, what do I do?
Sebastian took the gesture of Ciel turning his back to mean rejection, at least for tonight. Okay, I'll give him this, but only this. I want to hold you and take the pain away my young master. However, you are too far gone right now for me to do that. Soon…soon I will hold you…when you are ready.
The door closed with a soft click and the tears began to fall.