HELLO LOVELY PEOPLE. Thank you all for the encouraging reviews, perhaps I should answer some of them here ^.^
Is Sebastian a P.I? Hmm, perhaps along that line? Although I always thought P.I doesn't sound very nice. Perhaps I'll invent a nice word just for him hehe.
Does Sebastian have feelings for Ciel? Maybe not at this stage, because he's just doing his job. Besides, he's a sex maniac in this story too hehe.
That wasn't really helpful was it? But suspense people! That is the meaning of suspense!
But anyways, thank you all for your continuous support! This is actually a slightly shorter chapter because I was dying to update.
So hope you all like it, and enjoy!
Alois was unmistakably upset by his best friend abandoning him – although the only time Ciel would actually abandoned him in such a way was because he wanted to get home as quickly as possible to rest. Perhaps that hot senior Ciel was with 'tired' him out?...
Impossible. Ciel wouldn't even let Alois get near his ass.
Alois sighed, alone, sad, and hungry, and slowly dragged his feet to the classroom downstairs for detention. Not like his day was bad or anything; he just had the best sex he had ever had in his entire life with a complete stranger (which he usually does) although this particular one intrigued him very much. Instead of being completely entranced by Alois's seductive acts, which people fall for the moment they set their eyes on him, all Claude coolly said was, "Stop looking so desperate and let me do you." And Claude immediately devoured Alois's mouth up there, and down there.
Ah, how romantic, Alois gleefully thought, gentle but rough sex. He made an unnecessary squeal and started skipping along the hallway, causing turning heads and puzzled looks.
At least it erased the horrible memory that was previously etched in his mind which caused his nightmares. Sex was the only thing that would wash any bad things way. At least it replaced the previous one and made him feel a tad bit better.
As he slid the classroom door open, still savouring the morning memory, he felt his pocket for the detention slip, but his pockets were empty. He looked forward at the teacher drooling on the desk and on the attendance booklet, and Alois shrugged his shoulders, walked up and ticked his name, careful not to wake the teacher. Why do teachers even bother sending us to detention… no wait, why do people even bother coming for it… Alois shook his head and headed for the door, walking speedily towards the parade square and out of the gate in case Mr Spears saw him.
Alois whistled to a random tune and strolled in zigzag towards home, hands in his pocket. As much as he did not want to go home, he had nowhere else to go. He could have stayed back at school, but it would only make the punishment back home worse. He could bunk over at Ciel's place, but he would be freeloading. He could run away, but he wouldn't make it far. Even if he did, things would get complicated, considering he was the relative of a certain prominent figure. So to home it was.
Alois reluctantly climbed the 2 flight of stairs to the front door and placed his hand on the cool golden doorknob. He always had a feeling of trepidation every time he held the doorknob; like a doorway to hell.
He slowly turned the doorknob, and tried to enter the house on tip toes, careful not to make a sound. If he was successful he could go up to his room without being summoned. No dinner, but better than being called. Perhaps he was not even at home; that would be the best.
The house interior was white, big and spacious; the ceiling was high with a chandelier hanging from the center. There were two sofas in the middle of the living room, which was the first room people saw upon entering the house, with a glass coffee table, and these only occupied one quarter of the living room. To the left of the living room was the staircase to the second floor, and even further to the left was the doorway to the kitchen. There was a grand piano on the right in the spacious living room, and behind the sofas and staircase were three doors – the first led to the study room, the second led to the master bedroom, and the third… well, Alois was forbidden to go in there, so he didn't know what was the third room for.
"Boy?" A croak – like voice echoed throughout the house from the second door on the first floor.
Alois flinched slightly, and considered whether to just go to the bedroom or continue his way up to his own bedroom.
"Come here boy, don't think of escaping me."
Alois sighed loudly, and dropped his bag on the floor, walking towards the master bedroom, knocking on the door two times and then walking in. There was a time he forgot to knock, and he ended up not having dinner at all.
A plump man with greying hair was seated comfortably on his bed, reading a magazine, "Finance Today". He had wrinkles all over his forehead, seemed to have no neck, and resembled a human version of a toad wearing a purple bathrobe. Alois noticed that his uncle was on the front cover of the magazine again, with the sub title, "Trancy's reveals his secret to success" and reasoned it was because of that that his uncle was in such a good mood.
"Close the door." Alois obeyed, and then slowly dragged his feet to the bed, sitting down on the edge.
After a minute or two of silence – the uncle flipping through the magazine with an apparent smile on his face, and Alois twiddling with his fingers – the uncle finally closed the magazine and placed it on the closest table. He gestured with his finger for Alois to come closer, and Alois did. Alois was too used to all of this to even resist. Alois sat facing his uncle, who looked as gleeful as Alois did a few moments ago before he stepped into the house.
"Remove your shirt," his uncle, Trancy, said with a greedy look in his eyes.
Alois unbuttoned his shirt slightly slower than usual – to think that he had sex to forget the previous one, only to go back to square one.
His uncle suddenly seized his wrist and pulled him closer, until Alois was propped on his knees and his exposed chest was level with his uncle's head. His uncle placed his hand on Alois's smooth skin, and started salivating, moving his hands along Alois's chest, and flicking his nipples. Alois cringed slightly; if he imagined it to be Claude fucking him it wouldn't be as bad, but his uncle wasn't anywhere near gentle and rough, just rough, and rough.
Trancy then placed his cheek on Alois's chest, and his voice softly croaked, "Did you sleep with anyone this week?"
"No."
"LIAR," Trancy suddenly shrieked, pushing Alois off the bed forcefully. Alois yelp in pain; his back was hurting from the past injuries, and his butt hurt from the impact of falling. As he massaged his butt, his eyes followed his uncle suddenly walking towards his cabinet at the far end of the room, and taking out a black metal box, throwing it down on the floor next to Alois.
He suddenly grabbed Alois and tore his shirt off, and then his pants. Alois wasn't sure if he should resist or not, because he was suddenly in fear, but before he could think about it his uncle had grabbed his shoulders and turned him around, pushing him flat on the floor so Alois was on all fours, and without any warning or preparations his uncle shoved his dick into Alois's hole and started moving. Alois screamed in pain and agony; he clenched his hands into a fist and started pounding the floor, but it did nothing to reduce the pain. Tears started forming at the corners of his eyes as his body automatically moved to the quickening rhythm, moving along to try and change the pain into pleasure, but obvious a futile attempt.
"Faster you stupid boy, faster!"
Alois could only bite his tongue and shut his eyes tight, hoping it would all end. Finally, his uncle moaned as he climaxed and came into Alois. He withdrew his dick back with such force Alois screamed again. Liquid started trailing down Alois's legs, and Alois was certain it wasn't just semen. He risked looking down to see whether he was bleeding, but before he could his uncle grabbed a bunch of his hair and slammed his face onto the wall. Alois winced, tears streaming down silently.
He felt something being shoved into his hole, and he shrieked loudly at the realization that it was one of his uncle's toys as the toy started to vibrate violently. Alois hated sex toys; no matter how he saw it he found S & M completely disgusting, perhaps due to his uncle's influence, but he could not see how people could enjoy sex with so much torture.
Trancy once again snatched his hair and turned him around, forcing him to come face to face with his uncle's enormous dick, leaking with precum. Alois gulped; no matter how many gazillion times he had come across it, it was the ugliest dick he had ever saw.
His uncle pushed Alois's head until his mouth came into contact with his dick, and began vigorously forcing Alois's head to move forward and backward, and his dick to move in and out of his mouth. Trancy pushed a button on the remote in his other hand, and the vibration grew, shocking Alois.
"You think you will one day be free huh?" Trancy growled, clenching Alois's hair more tightly and Alois winced even more in pain and frustration. "You think you can escape me huh? Well I'll tell you – this is all your parents' fault. If it weren't for them you wouldn't even be in this situation now. Are you sad they died? Because I'm really happy they did." Trancy threw his head back and roared with laughter.
Honestly Alois couldn't care less, but he couldn't deny that it was because of his parents' death that he's stuck with sucking his uncle's dick whenever he was around. Alois closed his eyes as he bobbed his head back and forth, still hoping his uncle will grow tired and decide to stop, although it rarely happened.
With some effort, Trancy came into Alois's mouth, white thick liquid covering the inside and outside of it. Alois tried to fake a swallow while cleaning his mouth, but his uncle grabbed his neck and stared right into Alois's eyes, boring into it with his face scrunched up.
"Swallow it."
Alois obeyed, the taste so horrible he almost immediately felt like puking, but as he always told himself, endure for the next hour, and you'll get through. Maybe it was because it was his uncle that Alois found everything repulsive and disgusting (because he would usually swallow cum happily from some random student he had sex with).
Trancy's eyebrows twitched slightly, and looked at Alois disapprovingly.
"You're no fun today."
A promising note, Alois thought hopefully, and looked away to hide his happy face. But all of a sudden his uncle pushed him down onto the floor and began rummaging around his black box. Alois caught a glimpse of something shiny.
Trancy started giggling like a little girl with a man's voice as he placed the cold knife on Alois's chest – Alois was all too used to this to be surprised, shocked, whatever. All his uncle wanted was a good reaction. Besides, his uncle would never try to cut him.
But the knife went deeper and deeper, until it pierced Alois's skin, and Alois watched horrified as his uncle showed no signs of stopping. Alois began to scramble away, but it only caused the knife to plunge deeper. Alois screamed; his throat was suddenly dry and hoarse, but his uncle caught the fear in his eyes and he stopped, and watched the blood drip down Alois's body like a piece of artwork.
"Now that is what I call a good reaction," Trancy smirked, the wrinkles on his face scrunching up, and he plunged in his dick into Alois's sore hole, earning a yelp and a whimper as he moved faster and faster, licking his lips as he watched Alois's helpless state. Trancy suddenly whipped out a piece of paper out of nowhere and shoved it into Alois's face, an inch apart from his nose.
Alois realised it was a faded photo, full of yellowish spots, and he could make out his father and mother, smiling down at him as if they were still alive. And then there was him, the small boy grinning innocently at the camera as he tugged his father's tie down.
"Just look at you, moving your body like that," his uncle snorted, full of pride at his trained animal. He held up the photograph right in front of Alois, and said, "Your parents will be so disappointed at what their boy has become. LOOK AT THEM WATCHING YOU." Trancy roared with laughter.
Alois wanted to scream, this is all your fucking fault, but his uncle had hit his sweet spot and he whimpered even more, not even sure if it were out of fear or pleasure. It was as if his parents were looking down at him, watching him, and his eyes began to moisten. He blinked them away, determined not to let his uncle get joy out of torturing him, but his uncle had thrown the photograph to one side and gripped Alois's side tightly, digging his nails into his skin, and then he groaned loudly as he came inside of Alois. The younger male cringed as he felt his insides squirm.
Trancy slowly removed his still dripping dick and huffed as he sat down on the floor, looking completely satisfied at Alois's wrecked state: his messed up hair, the long cut still bleeding, his eyes full of fear, and looking completely ravaged.
"No matter how many times we do it, it will never be enough to repay your stupid parents' debts. Now go up to your room, I've got work to do," Trancy said, and slowly got up, his bones cracking, and he wobbled to his bed, looking entirely worn out.
Alois stared daggers at him, as he always did, but slowly got up and collected his clothes which were strewn around the floor, and he staggered out completely naked, blood and semen still trailing down his leg as he slowly made his way up the staircase to his room.
Alois looked at the classroom clock dreamily in his seat, as he arrived in school an hour early. Since his uncle slept like a real pig, he wouldn't notice Alois slipping out of the house early in the morning. The previous afternoon was really too much for Alois; he couldn't bare another second being in the same house as that old bastard.
Suddenly, a deep blue eye was level to his ice blue ones, staring deep into it. Alois nearly tumbled backwards as Ciel positioned his face only an inch away from his friend's.
"You're early," Ciel said as he placed his bag down behind Alois's seat.
"So are you," Alois chuckled, and he turned around as he always did, facing Ciel.
Ciel looked at Alois suspiciously, and flicked his forehead hard.
"Oi! What was that for you ass!"
"For being here suspiciously early, and not coming to school with me as usual." Ciel replied. He sat down and gazed into Alois's eyes, which were looking up, down, left, right; everywhere but into Ciel's own. Alois laughed it off, and scratched the back of his head – a sign which Ciel always took to mean he was hiding something.
"Plus the fact that your shirt's tucked in," Ciel said lazily. Alois made it a rule to never tuck his shirt in because it went against his fashion sense, which Ciel always thought sucked.
Alois looked around, and blushed slightly in embarrassment as he quickly tucked out his shirt. Ciel sighed and reached out, holding Alois's chin and forcing him to look at Ciel. Alois was looking rather flustered – a definite sign of hiding something, Ciel thought.
"What happened?" Alois looked away.
"Your uncle did something again, didn't he?"
Alois smacked Ciel's hands away and rolled his eyes, retorting, "Oh c'mon prince, not like you don't know my schedule right? Wake up, school, go home, get fucked, it's nothing new!"
Ciel suddenly touched Alois's chest, and Alois immediately flinched and recoiled.
"I knew it, he tried to cut you or something right?" Ciel stared at Alois, serious and upset.
"Who said that! Stop fucking worrying about me little prince! Be of a little help here and help me do my math instead," Alois frowned as he shuffled through the papers in his bag, finding a non-existent math paper.
But Ciel was more than convinced that Alois's uncle did do something more the previous day, judging by Alois's constant trembling and constant touching of his chest.
"He's really abusing you, you know. If you don't report it, I will."
"Under what evidence? You're dealing with the Trancy household dammit, not that simple I'm sure you know," Alois said, his voice tinged with hatred. He laid his head on his folded arms and rested on Ciel's table, closing his eyes.
Ciel sighed once more, and ruffled Alois's hair. Although Alois had a bad reputation of being a sex monster, he was more vulnerable and delicate than a baby. At least that was what Ciel thought. At least he has me, Ciel comfortably thought, doesn't matter what the rest think.
Alois relaxed under Ciel's hand. He felt that for once, he could sleep in peace. Not in that horrid house of his, not anywhere but near Ciel. Although Ciel always seemed cold and, well, just not friendly, Ciel would always make Alois feel safe; Ciel was the most un-honest person he had ever met (pride seemed to be his only good characteristic, if it even was) , but he was also the most worrisome bug ever, and Alois giggled slightly at that thought.
"What are you laughing at, stupid," Ciel whacked his head hard.
I take my thoughts back, Alois thought as he winced in pain and waved one of his hands free to try and hit his friend's head back.
RAWR, some of you go, WHERE IS SEBASTIAN. Sorry to disappoint, but Sebastian would have to wait I guess! But it occurred to me that some of y'all might be wondering about Alois's background and all, and we can't forget about our protagonist's best friend can we?
Well I hope you all have enjoyed this chapter, really sorry if it was short because, as I've said, I was dying to update. So I updated. Period. Haha.
Please review, and await my next chapter! (which is not very soon)
