Disclaimer: I do not own Black Butler. This is an AU story. Rated M for mature. Reviews are greatly appreciated.
Negative thoughts clouded his mind like a dreary rainstorm cloud over a small, fragile home in a deserted land. Ciel's cell phone vibrated, grabbing his attention as he was stepping out of his dorm.
Where are you?
His slim thumbs fidgeted lightly after opening up the message on the lit-up screen. He attempted to reply, but the problematic thoughts consumed him. His deep azure eyes watered, barely visible to anyone within his small perimeter.
With a quivering breath and a heavy feeling shoving forcefully against his chest, he replied cautiously to the sender.
I will be there. -Ciel
Good. Alois is expecting you.
"...Alois?" He muttered very softly under his breath, arching his eyebrow in confusion. "Who is that?"
Hurrying down the stairs of his second floor dorm, he tried his best avoiding glances sent his way. Their stares made him insecure; something he had dealt with since he was bullied as a child. Those nasty glares and stares flared up his anxious mind.
Dark thoughts plagued his mind, causing him to lose focus of his surroundings. He tripped forward on the sidewalk before the shuttle bus pulled away from his existence like an impatient brat. Multiple students witnessed it, sharing a chuckle or two. Their sadistic glowing neon eyes bore down on him through the tinted windows of the passing by vehicles. He didn't know how he was going to get through this day.
"Should I turn back?" He asked himself, inaudible to anyone around him. The answer seemed so tempting; an easy escape from this hellish nightmare. Shaking the negativity out of his head, he focused on the approaching shuttle bus with a scarce amount of students.
Cobalt eyes scanned out the window seat, heart throbbing painfully hard in his rib cage. He couldn't breathe properly. Other people were looking at him. His eyes chanced a swift glimpse at two girls chatting loudly. They caught his eyes at the same time, making him feel microscopic under their scrutiny.
One of the college girls winked at him as her friend gave her a pat on the shoulder for encouragement. Ciel did not- in no way, shape, or form- want to be bothered by these two heathens. They were the same type of women who hurt him as a very young child, breaking his heart. Well, before he realized he was homosexual. Unfortunately, his deceased parents did not approve of his- what they called it- "life choices".
"Oh my gosh, you are legit the cutest guy I've, like, ever seen!" Ciel ignored her and the friend, tightly folding his arms against his chest with a small huff; wishing he had his headphones to listen to music.
His music was his savior. Especially the headphones that provided him a shield of defense.
The friend noticed he was being unpleasant and ill-mannered. She did not approve of anyone denying her friend of reciprocation.
"Pssh, he looks too feminine for my liking." Ciel's eyebrows furrowed, their voices becoming too loud for him. His skin crawled and his foot started tapping incessantly as his destination came into view. It was an apartment complex that held a huge pool party. The two girls followed behind him off of the bus, snickering loudly just to bother him more.
Buzz, buzz, bu-
"Hello?" His voice was tiny as he hurried his footsteps, noticing that the sun was already setting in the distance.
"Where are you?" It was Claude's voice. Why did his voice sound so demanding?
"I...I'm on my way." Ciel did not wait for an answer and smashed the red circular icon. He preferred to text, but he was worried something would be wrong since Claude called him.
The enormous swimming pool was in view at this point, much to Ciel's disbelief. He didn't even want to be here. It was the biggest party of the summer semester at their university. There were strings of flashing colorful lights, pumping music, and alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol. Girls were in skimpy outfits and bikinis. Guys were wearing only swim pants, advertising their muscle gains from working out vigorously since the fall semester last year.
"Oh shit," Ciel cursed under his breath, realizing that he forgot to bring his swim shorts and a towel with him. He started to become frantic at the thoughts of people laughing at him.
Why did I forget them? I'm so stupid. Everyone will laugh at-
"Ciel Phantomhive!" An attractive blonde haired blue eyed man shouted his name, muscles flexing as he walked up to the short, slender, pale Ciel.
"Hello?" He wasn't sure what to say to this stranger.
How does he even know my name?
"You don't know me," the taller male laughed, seemingly charismatic. Ciel inwardly rolled his eyes at the obvious statement. "But my name's Alois Trancy."
He swung a strong arm around Ciel's thin shoulders, whispering dangerously close to Ciel's ear.
"I'm the big shit here. This is my party. So… with that being said, I'm glad you could make it!"
Nodding with a slight tremble from the change in moods from Alois, "O-Okay…" was the only thing that Ciel could comfortably sputter out.
Wasn't Claude the host of this pool party? Wait- Claude mentioned that 'Alois' was expecting me...
"Alois?" Ciel tried out the name timidly like a child learning how to say a new word and received a cocky grin from Alois.
"Hmm?" Cute Ciel…
"Where is Claude?" That's all Ciel wanted to know. He was surrounded by complete strangers at the pool party. He desperately wanted to sink into the ground and not come out until everyone was gone.
"Claude!" Alois called out over the pumping music, causing Ciel's frame to pulse with the beat.
The summoned familiar person grinned with a glint of his glasses, "Ciel, I'm glad that you could make it. Where are your swim shorts? You're still in your street clothes." The constant nagging picked at Ciel's fragile nerves.
Alois perked up at this, seeing this as an opportunity to spend some alone time with Ciel.
"Seeing as this is my apartment complex, I'll take him to wear one of my smaller pairs." Ciel's mood dampened, feeling offended by Alois' sly comment that elicited a chuckle from Claude.
Great job, Claude. Now I'm stuck with this asshole. What if he tries to hurt me? My chest feels heavy.
Ciel started choking on nothing but air as Alois started dragging him up the staircase to his apartment door. "Dude, chill." The blonde didn't understand what he was experiencing; nobody did. He was all alone. Stuck with his nightmares even while he was awake.
"I'm getting you a pair of swim trunks, not raping you. Freak," Alois joked sarcastically, but Ciel took every single word to heart. Huffing out, Ciel lost his sense of control as Alois shut the door behind them and locked it.
Why did he lock that door?
"Here," Alois announced proudly, presenting a tight navy blue speedo to Ciel's blushing face. Ciel's pale face heated up, mortified at the garment. Before he could protest, Alois harbored a sinister glint in his eyes. "Oh, you're going to wear them."
Something switched in Ciel's head as he found himself being stripped down to nothing. He froze in place, feeling his feet fuse to the flooring. He could not move a muscle while Alois pushed him back on his queen sized bed. The blue plaid blanket was plush underneath his naked form, but he wasn't focusing properly to care.
Ciel shoved away from Alois' bed, watching as the blonde departed with a smirk. The speedo was in his hands now. Reluctantly, he slipped it on slowly. He studied himself in front of a long mirror with a dissatisfied expression.
Bloody hell, I look like an idiot. I'm too skinny and have no muscles.
As soon as Alois and Ciel returned to the party, the sky had darken since the sun was merely a bright line against the horizon. Shouts of drunken frenzy filled the night air. There were a lot of people in the gigantic swimming pool, bottles of beer in their hands with silly grins on their faces. Ciel gulped as Alois had a death grip on his small wrist, "Ciel. Chill. Tonight will be a night that you may or may not forget."
Ciel's eyes widened at what Alois said and was shoved into the deep end of the pool. The pool tide rose high as more people jumped in the pool. Ciel resurfaced, escalating his panic and heartbeat with squinted eyes. His hair was sticking to his face. His vision was temporarily blinded by his bangs until he combed them away from his eyes. He gasped as someone's strong arms encircled around his frantically moving body. His legs kicked wildly to stay above surface. He was very petite and young looking for a college sophomore student.
"Ciel, calm down!" Claude laughed at the restless figure in his arms. Ciel wanted to evacuate like yesterday. He was flailing around like a cat who slipped in a bathtub.
Grell, one of the popular seniors at the university, swam over to them with two beers in his hands, passing them to Claude and Ciel. "Drink up, boys!" Everyone except Ciel roared with celebratory chants, clanking their beer bottles together.
Claude cheered with the other frat boys and took a big swig of his bottle. Ciel nervously eyed the alcoholic beverage in his petite hands.
"Come on, Ciel. Don't be a pussy!" Alois shouted over the pulsating bass in the song playing over the powerful speakers. Other students curiously swam over to where Ciel was and chanted for him to drink.
"You wanna be cool, right?" Claude pressed on, winking like a sly fox. Others started hooting and hollering as a catchy song started playing.
After that was said, Ciel sighed out and accepted the bottle. Grimace and disgust is what was splayed out on Ciel's face. His pale cheeks tinged a light pink as he was pressured to down another bottle. The music was pounding in his ears as he was led out of the water and over to the area where the lights were flashing wildly. Another bottle of beer and Ciel no longer cared about the small amount of clothes that he was wearing. He was too trapped in his head as his body started to sway side to side.
His mind was like a bucket of used mop water, splashing around as people grinded against him. Claude grinned drunkenly at Alois who was getting a little too frisky with his other swim suit clad guests. Ciel's small frame was pushed over to where Grell and Will were dancing in a raunchy fashion. There were puffs of smoke filling the area. The air was too moist yet his bones were shuddering from the crisp night breeze.
"Wanna try this?" Grell's eyebrow arched, eyeing the slightly intoxicated male with a few coughs. Ciel watched Grell holding out a brown paper wrapped thing that was still glowing bright orange at the end of it. A string of smoke snaked out freely from the neon light.
What the hell is that?
They keep giving me this stuff. But, I don't want to be uncool.
Sweat that was mixed with pool water lightly glided from his forehead to his high-cheek bone, anxiety erupting inside of his wobbling body. Already tipsy from three beers, Ciel's moral judgement and inhibitions were lost. Suddenly, he felt a joint between his lips. Flinching at the intrusion, he twisted his face away.
"Look, I don't want it!" Ciel panicked, causing their faces to twist into bewildered looks. They were judging him. Ciel was not okay with using drugs and alcohol. He already failed at the second one. It was peer pressure's fault! It wasn't Ciel's fault.
What if something bad happens? The angel on his shoulder warned him in his head.
What if I like it, though? The devil pondered curiously as he tugged on Ciel's heartstrings.
"Are you serious?" Alois' voice thundered and Ciel's eyes widened. He felt trapped again. Grell offered the joint to the twenty year old. Sighing forcefully from the pressure, he squeezed his eyes tightly. Why couldn't he just leave this nightmare?
Reluctantly, he sheepishly grabbed the blunt, inspecting it carefully through hazy vision from the intoxication. Inexperienced, he wrapped his lips around it, sucked on it without breathing properly, and choked out. Tears welled up in his eyes as he hunched over, coughing and frightened.
Will grabbed the younger male by his heaving shoulders firmly, handing him a clouded, chilly water bottle. Ciel snatched the water bottle, untwisted the cap, and chugged the ice cold water until the plastic bottle deflated completely.
It burns, it burns! My eyes won't stop watering.
"You're a beginner." Grell patted Ciel on the shoulder, almost condescendingly, after he composed himself.
"You deeply inhale, hold it, and then breathe out smooth. Look, like this." He proceeded by taking another toke and blew out smoke with a forming smile.
Why are you explaining it? I don't like this!
But maybe, I could enjoy this, no?
If only this crowd was kinder, Ciel would not be in this predicament. He hated how others could easily control him; manipulate him. Now, his conscious was becoming quite contradicting with its instructions.
Once again, the gigantic army of drunk and faded college students cheered on Ciel over the blasting music. Once again, Ciel was trapped in his nightmare again. Inhaling deeply and holding it, Ciel released a thunderous round of coughs. His body started to feel all fuzzy. There was a rush that he could feel inside. Everything intensified. The music, the people, the lights, the shivers on his bare skin.
Claude folded his arms against his bare chest with a smirk and a sharp look in his green eyes. He chuckled lowly.
Enjoy your treat, Alois.
Five minutes passed, the music slowed down considerably and his body felt very, very light. His limbs felt heavy at the same time, freaking him out briefly. Alois stole Ciel's hands by his sides, raising the left one, and swiftly wrapping his arm around Ciel's waist in one fluid motion. A blush formed over his cheeks. He knew that he was not allowed to behave this way. All of his morals were conflicting with his current state of being. Haunted by the oppressive memories, Ciel frowned downwards with downcast eyes as he felt uncertainty and distress.
"How are you feeling?" Alois asked, seduction dripping from the question. Ciel gulped; he was inexperienced with everything that was happening to him. He felt like he was a real life nightmare.
A waking nightmare.
"I...I want to go lay down," he told the truth, feeling air-headed and nausea following in his footsteps.
"Do you want to go to my apartment?" Alois asked sickeningly sweet, knowing damn well he had no good intentions at this point.
This is not good. My stomach hurts. I want to go home.
Ciel blinked lazily with a faraway look flashing faintly in his sapphire eyes, "I… I'm falling... asleep." His trembling body went completely limp, yanking Alois' body downwards as he was not expecting for him to pass out. Alois scooped the lightweight male and awkwardly carried him back to his apartment in his strong arms.
Past the other tan buildings that housed multiple apartments, around the corner, up the stairs, Alois stumbled through the threshold of the unlocked apartment door. With some struggle due to his own intoxicated state, he dropped Ciel onto his bedroom floor.
What happened next was like a broken horror picture show. Everything went dark once his back crashed against the bed; Ciel was at Alois' mercy. Two strong devious hands tugged down his speedo with lustful force.
Meanwhile, everyone else was in their own little worlds, partying and intoxicated beyond belief. They did not pay attention to what occurred between Alois and Ciel.