HELLO LOVELY PEOPLE. I'm back. I've been dying to write this every day I come back from school but usually don't have time to write until late at night.

Yes, this was written in the deep, dark night... with no one around...

Okay no the lights are on and my family is around me doing their own business. (Failed attempt to sound suspenseful)

BUT, I wanted to make this longer as I realised my past chapters have been short, and so the long long long delay, but finally the story is out!

I've decided I wanted this story to seriously have some mystery elements in my story, in my attempt to make this as interesting as possible, so please do tell me whether it's good!

Hope you all enjoy, peace!


Ciel went home feeling much more calm after holding Alois's hand – actually it was more of Alois clenching his hand real tight and threatening him that if he let go he would spill more explicit details on his sex stories – but he realized Sebastian still hadn't told him why he approached him; or more of Ciel ran away after being taken aback.

Ciel immediately went up the stairs from the empty dining table to his room and closed his door out of habit, although almost every day he came home to an empty house. He slumped onto his bed facefront and gave a great sigh of relief; his bed was so heavenly he thought he could melt into it.

Ciel's room reflected his nature – an emotionless little brat, or so people say. There was hardly any colour in his room except for his room walls which were a pale blue, but other than that the shelves at the right side of the room was white, his writing desk was white, his alarm clock was white, his laptop was white, his bed sheets were white… White, white, white. There was hardly any patterns or toys or gadgets – his books were all purely for studying purposes, and the only thing worth calling a toy was his body-hugging size Totoro bolster which he hugged to sleep every night, given by that one person.

Many things had happened on this school day, confusing things. Perhaps it wasn't confusing, it was the kind of too much to handle for Ciel, too fast for him to regain his senses sort of thing. He laid in his bed for a while, immersing himself in his slumber land, but then sat up for a moment, and slowly walked towards his writing desk where his laptop was charging. He switched it on and began to search through the student set-up website where each and every student's information was stored – there was a particular individual in the school who would record down whatever he heard or saw of a person; of course it was irritating to have your information put up for the world to see, in fact Ciel thought it was stupid to do so because it was all gossip, but Ciel began to think it might prove to be useful.

He typed in "Sebastian Michaelis" – of course he wasn't really interested in him, Ciel reasoned, he just needed to know he was going to be irritated at exactly – and in flowed in 10 pages worth of results.

"Sebastian Michaelis, straight or gay?"

"Sebastian Michaelis top in level again."

"Sebastian Michaelis's scandalous affairs…"

"Sebastian Michaelis admits to not planning to have a relationship with anyone."

"Sebastian Michaelis voted most datable guy in school, followed by Claude Faustus…"

"Many people believe Sebastian Michaelis, most talked about male in campus, should be restrained on his sex habits…"

"Sebastian Michaelis seems to have gotten bored of girls and is now always seen with a younger male…"

"Is Claude Faustus in a relationship with Sebastian Michaelis?..."

There even was a picture of him, like an ID photo. His raven locks disobediently lay in front of his face, his crimson eyes between them which shone even through the photo, his nose long and straight, his lips curled into a smirk, high cheekbones, and fair skin…

Sounds like some shit gossip magazine, Ciel thought, but then again he began to wonder if it were true. Then that meant that this Sebastian dude was just having a go at him. Ciel sighed, not sure whether to be relieved that it meant after a while this Sebastian would stop messing around with him, or to be angry that he was messing with him. He angered at the thought of being humiliated of being caught off-guard, and even more so that he was caught flustered and blushing like a little girl. Perhaps Alois was right; perhaps he was quite a proud person. Ciel shrugged at the thought and switched his laptop off, and headed straight to his bed, slumping on it in sitting position.

And then the ID – like photo on the website pass across his mind, staring right at him, his face perfect, and then the thought of the same person his face a hair's breadth distance from Ciel's. He began thinking about the kiss – it was different from the ones Alois would playfully plant on his lips to irritate him. It was sudden, and then soft, and then it teased him, setting his entire body on fire. And then it became forceful and his tongue shoved into his mouth, swirling and torturing him, tasting every part of his mouth, sucking on his lips, a pleasurable feeling…

Ciel gasped slightly, what the fuck am I thinking about? He tried to erase the image from his mind, shaking his head vigorously like a dog as if the thought would be thrown out if he shook hard enough, but then the throbbing ache in his pants betrayed him. For a moment he ignored it, but then it became unbearable. He reluctantly slipped his pants off to reveal his now leaking length. He huffed slightly before using his hands to rub it up and down, thinking about Sebastian's sexy expression, his eyes catlike, his lips experienced, his raven locks covering his eyes partially, the licking of his lips when he saw Ciel…

Ciel became frustrated he was jerking off to the senior, but he couldn't help it; there was no other way to relief his now enormous shaft.

He went faster and faster, rubbing more intensely and letting out moans, but it didn't seem enough. What the hell was he doing? It was revolting that he was using the senior, and it was unspeakably disgusting, and yet, the way his eyes raped him was too much to deny. He shut his eyes tight and rubbed his dick even faster, slippery fluid sliding down his fingers, groaning and letting his voice escape and echo throughout the house.

And then he felt another tightening – which he was sure was not his other hand – on his now about-to-explode length which suddenly went up and down, and he immediately flung his eyes open.

"Alois! What the fuck man! Being my neighbor doesn't mean you can barge in at any time you want!" Ciel shrieked at him, face as crimson as Sebastian's eyes.

Alois chuckled menacingly, a smirk evident on his face, "C'mon, it's been such a long time since I saw you jerk off," Alois kept his hand firm on Ciel's dick, slowly going up and down, and was about to open his mouth to devour it whole when Ciel head-butt him hard, angry at his friend's intrusion, and stumbled off his bed, tripping on Alois's free leg hanging over his bed and going to the bathroom in his bedroom to finish the job.

When Ciel finally re-entered the bedroom, Alois was sprawled on his bed, snoring and drooling like an 'Alois'. It was hard to imagine this pretty boy, who was envied and hated by all, was actually a slob and the most annoying person on earth.

Ciel sat next to Alois and pinched his nose. And waited. Until Alois threw his eyes open in wild terror and gasped for air, jolting up right and flailing his arms around. Ciel couldn't help but throw his head back in laughter at his friend's ridiculous actions. Alois breathed in deeply as if to reassure himself he was still alive, and glared at Ciel. Ciel glared back.

"You are one hell of a sick person to want to devour every single dick you see," Ciel sneered.

"It's like putting out a plate of sausages to a dog you know! Of course the dog would eat it!" Alois said, as if he really meant it.

Ciel rolled his eyes and poked Alois hard in the ribs, earning a high – pitched yelp and a sob, and asked, "What do you want?"

Alois looked at Ciel for a moment with his icy blue eyes; sometimes, Ciel didn't know what went on behind those cool blue eyes. One moment they were full of emotions, the next it would be fully concealed, plus an additional layer of Alois's contagious laughter, which sounded more like a cackle. He leaned back on the pillow and closed his eyes for a while, and for that one second Ciel thought, that's the most peaceful look I've ever seen.

"I'm sleeping over here tonight," Alois concluded, and turned over to his left side, faking a loud snore which sounded more like a pig grunting.

"What! Go sleep in the guest room, this is my room if you haven't noticed," Ciel shrieked slightly, still a little angry over the fact that Alois just burst in when he was jerking off.

"Shut up little prince, I'm invading your space for the night," and with that Alois shut his eyes tight and faked a yawn. Ciel gave a low growl, but gave up and removed his eye patch, placing it on the small table next to the table, and switched the lamp off on the same table. He laid down next to Alois, their backs facing each other.

For a moment, Ciel concentrated on his breathing, and realized Alois was breathing as loudly as he was. Ciel was used to Alois sneaking into his house with the spare key he placed right on top of the front door frame, and even more used to him sneaking into his bed to sleep over.

What Ciel could not get use to was the reason.

"Still awake?" Alois's slightly trembling voice cut through the awkward silence.

Ciel did not answer, but pretended to be fast asleep; it was only when people weren't listening would Alois open up.

"Maybe I should do something about it,"Alois said under his breath, pausing for a moment, before adding, "but I still have the debt to pay off." He sighed loudly.

"Good night prince." And then all Ciel heard was his peaceful snores.

Perhaps it was because both Alois and Ciel had similar pasts and understood each other that they became good friends; but Ciel shuddered as he recalled his disgusting past. He touched his lidded left eye and the uneven bump that went across both his lids as a line, and he quickly began thinking about his math formulae like he always did to distract himself from his current thoughts, and he dozed off to sleep.


Sebastian woke up, his head slightly groggy and muddled up. He was on a chair with a desk in front of him, and then he realized he was still in school in one of the classrooms that he and Claude had used. Claude was sound asleep on Sebastian's right, with his head on the desk next to his.

Sebastian looked up lazily at the classroom clock: 7.00 am. There was one more hour to go before class started. He massaged his temples and gave a deep sigh; he didn't even drink and he still felt a headache coming on. Guess that's what happens when I don't use a pillow, Sebastian reasoned in his head.

He suddenly thought back to the cute boy he met a day ago… what was his name? Sebastian realized he had not introduced himself to him, and chuckled softly. There was something about that junior of his that Sebastian found extremely attractive; not just his appearance, which was beyond handsome, but also his nonchalance and ignorance, which were all innocent at the same time. Sebastian didn't really understand it himself, but he would definitely like to meet him once more; once he found a prey he would not let go until satisfied, and of course he was not supposed to stray from his one sole purpose which forced him to sleep around, but every now and then he would find cute little lambs, and what harm could there be having a bite of them?

Claude began to stir, and he slowly turned his head, which was still on the desk, towards his friend, who had seemed to have taken much interest at the classroom wall clock. Claude coughed to catch his friend's attention, and Sebastian whipped his head to the side, clearly startled. Sebastian had forgotten that his friend's blood type was an AB, and he tried to smile cheekily to sooth his already seething friend, whose face was so scrunched up he looked like he would shoot laser beams out of his eyes any moment.

"Hi."

"You fucking said you wouldn't stick it in, and we did it 5 times through the night," Claude glared at Sebastian, his face scrunching up even further, his voice dripping with irritation, a I-will-fucking-kill-you aura growing bigger and bigger around him.

"C'mon, it wasn't that bad, you moaned with such pleasure," Sebastian said, his lips curling, although it did nothing much to salvage the situation he was in.

Claude looked at him in total disgust, and then slowly raised his head, took out his spectacles from his pocket and wore them, and as if his spectacles were some trigger he reverted back to being business-like.

"How long will you continue this?"

"What do you mean?" Sebastian inquired, looking around the classroom slowly as if he would find something fascinating.

"Stop pretending, you know what I mean."

There was a moment of silence; Claude wasn't sure if Sebastian was thinking of an answer, or just plain ignoring it, seeing that Sebastian was twiddling a pen he had found on the table around his fingers. Sebastian opened his mouth for a while, and then closed it, before sighing.

"I told you a million times, until I find it."

"How long does this have to continue! You don't even know whether you'll even find it in this school. For all you know these people have been subject to your fucking dick for nothing." Claude angered, his face flushing red.

Sebastian replied coolly, "I was given this task, and I will fulfill it. Besides, I'm sure they loved my dick, honestly who wouldn't?"

Claude placed his palm on his face, eyes closed, and massaged his temples. He hated that his friend was working for such a person, a filthy, vile person, and yet he knew Sebastian could not refuse the task. After all, he was bound by blood.

Claude knew Sebastian's insatiable sexual cravings were an advantage to him, but it still didn't change the true purpose, and it irked Claude that Sebastian had to follow such orders. He stared at Sebastian with his golden eyes for a moment or two, and then grabbed his bag on the floor and stood up.

"Come on, let's get some breakfast." Claude mumbled, and walked out of the classroom without waiting for Sebastian. Sebastian could only sigh and follow, hands in his pocket, and started wondering himself when it will end.


Ciel had arrived at school with Alois clinging onto him like a monkey to a tree – which obviously sparked some jealousy amongst the girls – although his mind was too busy to care about a smirking Alois, who was sticking his tongue at the girls like Ciel was some prize.

Ciel dumped his bag onto the floor next to his seat and slumped down, slightly tired. He was suddenly woken up in the middle of the night with Alois screaming in his sleep and had to sooth his crying friend, who refused to sleep unless Ciel put his arms around him. Sometimes Ciel wondered whether he was becoming gay due to Alois's influence, and then thought of the girls who were still gushing outside his class, and lazily thought, why not. Ciel shook his head at the thought, I'm definitely not thinking straight today.

Suddenly, he heard a shrill cry from the other side of the classroom, and realized Alois had just slapped a girl, shocking the entire class into silence.

Ciel quickly stood up and half-jogged towards them, and was about to tap Alois on the shoulder when Alois said in such a low voice only Ciel and the girl could hear, "I'm not a slut, fucking bitch." And he raised his hand once more, and this time Ciel intervened, quickly grabbing his wrist and pulling it down.

"What the hell's wrong with you?" Ciel hissed, suddenly aware that Alois's eyes were slightly moist, coupled with a cold glare, as icy as the blue in his eyes.

Ciel suddenly felt a violent pain in his stomach, and realized Alois had just punched him hard; for someone so frail – looking, Alois's punch were not meant to be taken lightly. Ciel stumbled backwards, hitting onto the chair behind him, and Alois took this chance to walk out of the classroom. Ciel was too used to this routine – anger, slapping, and then punching the next person who touched him. This could only mean one thing: a bad dream last night.

Well, duh he had a bad dream, Ciel slapped his forehead while thinking, he was crying so hard the previous night. Ciel muttered a 'sorry' to the tearing girl, who was suddenly surrounded by all her female classmates, and dashed out of the classroom to find Alois before he tried to kill someone.

Ciel went straight to the infirmary, and as he had guessed, Alois was slumped on one of the beds provided, his legs outstretched on the bed and his head relaxed to one side, his eyes gazing into the distance. Alois once told Ciel, when I'm not in class I'm in the infirmary, where I can find pretty hunky injured athletes, because they look like they can do good sex, and he would laugh heartily. But Ciel knew it wasn't true; the infirmary was the only place where Alois could relax at all, because there was no one around except for the school nurse, Angela Blanc, a kind – hearted lady with the gentlest smile.

Today, she wasn't in, and Ciel slowly approached Alois, who seemed to be on the verge of snapping any moment. Ciel settled himself down on the edge of the bed, facing Alois sideways.

"Oi."

"What?" Alois snapped back, and Ciel immediately trashed the idea of telling a joke, which usually didn't work because Ciel's humor was beyond reparation.

Alois continued to hiss, "Not worthy to be your friend because I'm a slut? She's full of rubbish. I didn't even know she existed in our class. What gives her the right to say anything about me?"

Ciel looked at Alois for a while; usually Alois didn't mind being called a slut, in fact when people called him a slut he would do his signature sticking out his tongue and say, "Jealous?" Ciel then linked it all together.

"Did you dream about that last night?"

Alois finally looked at Ciel in the eye, from cold and indifferent to full of fear. "What dream?" As he spoke, his voice trembled, and Ciel could tell he had guessed it right, and immediately crawled onto bed and gave a Alois a shove, sitting right next to him. Ciel was glad the bed was big enough to hold two people, and put his arm over Alois's shoulders, giving him a tight squeeze. Yeap, Ciel thought, I'm definitely turning gay. Before he met Alois he wouldn't even think of comforting anyone, or even touching anyone at all. But he guessed Alois was an exception, seeing how much he had changed his life.

Alois froze slightly at his touch, and began to relax completely. Ciel could hear sobs from his friend, and then it grew louder and louder until Alois was wailing like a baby.

"I thought the dreams would go away… I really thought they did… I thought I was getting used to it… but then last night… last night… I dreamed of it again… because he suddenly… suddenly used those things… said my reactions were getting boring… and then he shoved those photographs in my face… said he killed them…"

Ciel wasn't surprised at all. In fact, he was furious, so furious he gripped Alois's shoulder too tightly and released a bit with a 'sorry' when Alois yelped in pain. This was going too far, Alois having such terrifying nightmares about his past, and having to suffer the consequences in the present day.

To have such parents who gave him so much trouble was such a burden, Ciel was glad they were dead, although their deaths caused more problems, but he kept it to himself, and wiped Alois's tears away.

Alois was gripping Ciel's uniform tightly, and muffled a 'sorry', before sitting up straight and wiping his tears away, smiling brightly again at Ciel, although Ciel wanted to slap Alois for trying to cover up his sorrow.

"Thanks, little prince. For a prince you seem quite capable of comforting a commoner," Alois joked, choking on his tears a bit before straightening his uniform and taking out his handkerchief to wipe whatever was left on his face.

Ciel sometimes blamed himself for being such a lousy friend; Alois's shitty life was breaking him down, and all Ciel could do was comfort him in the lousiest of ways. As Ciel was about to tell Alois how he understood what Alois was going through – because he had similar experiences – the door slid open, and in walked in Sebastian and Claude, who looked like they just woke up.

Sebastian stumbled into the room like a drunk and looked around the room, as if stepping in for the first time, and then his eyes finally rested on Ciel and the boy facing him.

Sebastian's lips curled into a smirk – like an automatic response when he saw cute lambs – and immediately staggered over to Ciel, whose face suddenly contorted to one of annoyance and disgust. Alois was staring at the other male – Claude was it? – and turned to Ciel, finally saying something normal, "I think I need some morning therapy," smirking away, and stood up from the bed, taking hold of Claude's wrist – Claude was looking very much interested – and dragging him with mighty force into the next bed.

Before Alois could draw the standing curtains, Ciel called out to him, "You sure?" That you can handle it?

Alois gave a wry smile, "It's the only way." To erase the marks.

After Alois had drawn the standing curtains, Ciel suddenly realised the standing curtains around his bed had been drawn as well and Sebastian was right next to him, and Ciel immediately began to regret being glad that the bed was big enough for two.

Sebastian looked at Ciel's fair skin and beautiful blue eye, and chuckled, "I was planning to bunk here for a sleep, but it seems I found something worth sleeping."

Ciel rolled his eyes and started to sit up to get off, when Sebastian swiftly turned to pin Ciel down, his hands on Ciel's shoulders, and Ciel was shocked beyond words as he struggled to get out of the senior's firm grasp. But I (as the author) cannot emphasize more when I say "struggle" and "firm" that Ciel obviously failed to do so.

Ciel looked up at his senior's face and asked as coolly as possible, although his heart was pounding heavily against his chest, "What's your problem jerk?"

Without answering his question, Sebastian bent down to Ciel's ear, and began to lick his earlobe tenderly, tracing it slowly and then biting it gently. Ciel yelped in surprise, and tried to struggle again, but Sebastian had a firm grip and kept him pinned down. He whispered, "Finally, the cute little lamb in my grasp."

Sebastian trailed his tongue from the ear to Ciel's soft cheek, where he licked it up and down, and left a trail of saliva. Ciel gave a small gasp, not sure of surprise or of pleasure.

And then Sebastian took Ciel by surprise by suddenly aiming for his lips. Ciel couldn't resist – it was too much. At least he knew the website he found online the previous night was true to some extent: Sebastian Michaelis, the man who can turn any straight gay.

Sebastian trailed his tongue over Ciel's lips, and sucked on his upper lip, before shoving his tongue into the younger male's mouth, who was moaning slightly and was shivering pleasurably, to Sebastian's delight, although Ciel was still attempting weakly to throw Sebastian off. Sebastian twirled his tongue expertly around Ciel's mouth, now sucking both lips and letting his grip on the junior relax slightly. Sebastian stopped for a while, and finally looked at Ciel in the eye.

"Stop it asshole…" Ciel groaned, his face unknowingly erotic; face flushed, eyes slightly teary, and lips red and swollen from the kissing.

Sebastian couldn't resist anymore, and plunged for Ciel's neck, sucking and biting his collarbone. Ciel threw his head up in surprise, and gave a yelp.

"Tell me your name, and I'll stop," Sebastian said, his voice muffled by his busy kissing.

Ciel shook his head; he wasn't going to give his name to someone who suddenly took interest in him and ravaged him – although he was quite good-looking – because he felt like it – although he was giving him immense pleasure – and he was definitely not going to appear to be easily taken advantage of, although he was doing a pretty good job at that moment.

"Get off me you fucking bastard!" Ciel hissed through his teeth, but suddenly he felt his chest exposed to the cold air of the room; Sebastian had unbuttoned the first four buttons of his shirt and was proceeding to the second last one. At the same time, he placed his other hand on Ciel's chest and started moving around it, absolutely delighted at the soft skin. Ciel panicked: he was definitely not going to be raped in the infirmary!

"Ciel! It's Ciel Phantomhive okay! Now stop this at once!" Ciel screamed, not caring whether anyone outside could hear, although he doubt it as the infirmary door was shut tight and Alois must have been too busy to care about any other sound other than his own moans.

Ciel could feel a curl on the senior's face, which was still deeply nuzzled into his neck, but instead of stopping Sebastian went further down his body, finally unbuttoning all buttons and his hands moving towards Ciel's nipples.

Ciel gasped as he felt his left nipple suddenly being grasped between fingers and played around with.

"You said you would stop, so fucking stop, this is not cool!"

Sebastian smirked, and smartly replied, "I didn't say immediately," and he proceeded to flick the younger male's nipple, which he thought was so innocently pink.

Ciel was horrified; he had sworn never to get ravaged again, and there he was being taken so easily, drowning in pleasure, his pants growing tighter and tighter.

Ciel shut his eye as tightly as possible, and then he jolted slightly when he felt lips on his ear, whispering, "I'm gonna give you the best sex ever little lamb."


HEH, another cliffhanger, my specialty I realised. Wanted to continue, but realised I have school tomorrow, and I can't delay this any longer cos I was dying to POST THIS AND SHARE with you lovely people ^.^

Well, I hope it was good, please review so that I have the motivation to carry on (dramatic music).

Oh, and I might be busy for a long long period of time due to a major exam I'm having this year, so I'm sorry if some chapters come only a month or two later, but I will continue writing this story! (Because this story is exciting even for me haha!)

Oh what will happen to poor Ciel~