I'm not sure I've done Ciel much justice in this chapter, and William does become very OOC, but to be honest, I think this story is bordering AU. I know I wrote this but I don't know why William is there (unusual soul movements maybe?) all I know is Ciel has no past with either Sebastian or William.

*Ciel's POV*

I rolled my eyes and left the library. Sauntering down the corridor I dragged my feet and-
"Phantomhive, for God's sake, pick your feet up."
'What? How did he know it was me? He's nowhere to be seen.' Suddenly he poked his head from around the corner, "Hurry up, Phantomhive, I haven't got all day you know." he was quite clearly irritated. I quickened my pace and followed him down the small corridor to his office.
He opened the door and stood out of the way, "Go in." He motioned for me to enter. I slowly strolled into his office and stood infront of his desk, my back straight and my hands behind my back. Mr Spears sat in his chair at his desk. He drew in a breath ready to speak, "Now then Phantomhive, Bluer spoke to me about your problem. Why haven't you said anything to anyone? I mean you didn't confide in Bluer so easily did you?" His voice was slightly caring and almost sympathetic.
"Sir, with all due respect, you are not my Dormitory Warden and therefore I don't feel comfortable talking to you." Ciel spoke quietly, his voice wavering slightly.
Mr Spears tilted his head and raised an eyebrow, "No trust?"
Ciel quickly lowered his head, a watercolour pink painting his cheeks.
Mr Spears stood up from his chair and strolled around the desk, tall straight posture, head held up, "Phantomhive, I am a member of staff here at the school, not only that, I am a teacher. 'Ignore the students and laugh in their faces when they ask for help' was not written in my job description. But I'll tell you what was written." He pulled out a chalk board and swiped a piece of chalk from the pot on his desk. He started to write down some bullet points:

In my job description:

Teach my subject with the utmost expertise and ability.

Have patience with the students.

Be confident and quick to punish should it be needed.

Be there for the students, always be able to listen to their problems and keep them confidential, whatever the problem may be.

Try my best to help my students in whatever way I can.

"Now then, remember, 'help' is in my job role. So let me help." He places the chalk back into the pot, leaning past me, our bodies mere centimeters apart. His chest was so manly and warm. As he leaned back out I couldn't help it, my eyes followed his chest, they stayed glued to it. Unfortunately for me though, he noticed.
Bastard.
"Phantomhive, if you care to raise your head a little, you will find my face. A little fact for you, the face contains the eyes, the windows to your soul, and by looking at them whilst a person is speaking will give you a better understanding of what is being said." He smirked, before leaning down to look into my eyes, "Also it is not customary to look at a person's chest whilst speaking to them."
"S-sorry." 'Fuck off Ciel, what's wrong with you? No Ciel, what are you doing? Where is your hand going? No wait, don't go there! Stop. STOP HAND! That's an order!' Suddenly another hand grabbed mine, it was a big, strong, manly hand, that had a few dark hairs growing on the back of it. 'Shit!'
"Where do you think you're hand is going?" Mr Spears smirked as he put on a lower, slightly more seductive voice. He raised my hand up towards his face. I gulped, 'Where is he taking my hand?'. Higher, higher, closer, closer, up and up towards his...mouth? 'No, nonono, why? What is he? No.' I couldn't do anything as I just watched as he opened his soft lips, lick them slightly, before gently licking the tip of my middle finger on my right hand. I tried to pull away but his grip on my hand tightened. I looked up to his eyes, oh those deep pools of green, so cold yet so seductive. His stare, mirroring my own, as he took my index and middle fingers into his mouth, sucking them, coating them with saliva. I felt his tongue circle around my fingers, it felt, rather arousing actually. I let out a breathy moan before I realised I shouldn't have.
"Well, well, well, looks like you're enjoying this." His smooth deep voice aroused me more. 'Ciel, what are you thinking? You're not gay.' But my efforts to convince myself were in vain as his other hand reached around my back and headed South. He squeezed arse and my knees went weak. I collapsed into his body, my breath heavy. I felt him chuckle as his arms wrapped around me, keeping me on my feet. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

I was like lightening to get myself back onto my feet, though his hands were a bit slow for my liking to be removed from my body.
"Come in." He was back to his usual stiff and cold demeanour.

Blue hair poked it's way past the door, "Mr Spears, is everything ok?"
"Of course it is Bluer."
Lawrence made his way in to the office, "No Mozart today then, Sir?"
A small amused chuckle escaped the French teacher's lips, "Not yet Bluer."
Lawrence chuckled slightly, "Actually I just came to give a message to Phantomhive, Phantomhive, after you're done in here can you come back to the library please, we still haven't finished remember."
I nodded slightly confused.
"Thank you, Sir." Lawrence then left the room.

Mr Spears looked strangely awkward, "Well then, Phantomhive, we can pick up where we left off or you can get back to your house leader."
I didn't say anything but I gave the French teacher an extremely dirty look before leaving the office, slamming the door behind me.
Mr Spears stood, a very slight smile on his lips, "Tch, no respect, not even a nod of the head before he left." He then went back to the class he was covering.

I wondered down the corridor back to the library. As I entered the emporium of books I saw Lawrence give me a sweet smile, "Put that bolt across will you?" He said pointing towards the door. As I turned and pulled the shiny gold lock across, Lawrence stood up. I walked back to the desk and sorted through some papers when I felt a presence behind me. I then felt a hand snake around my waist to rest on my abdomen. Another hand then started feeling it's way through my hair. I then felt his warm breath on my ear.
"We have plenty of time to finish that later." His husky voice didn't help my arousal from Mr Spears' actions earlier on. His hand crept down, slowly, tantalisingly slowly, down to my clothed erection. 'Shit.' He massaged the area a bit before chuckling quietly, "My my, seems you have a bit of a problem." He started to undo my trousers, the button, then slowly edged the zip down. Again he massaged the area that was now only covered by my boxers. His other hand then reached inside, the first hand pulling my boxers down a bit to help pull out my aching erection. He wrapped his long, warm fingers around it and gradually started to pump it. I let out a soft breathy moan.
He was still whispering into my ear, "This happens to you a lot doesn't it?" His voice so seductive, "But you don't have anyone to help you out with it, do you? So you can only do it yourself."

Suddenly he let go, spun me around, and got onto his knees. He teasingly licked the tip. I drew in a sharp breath through my teeth. Oh it felt so good. But I wanted more. It was like he read my mind and he took my erection into his mouth, "Aaah, nnng, yessssss." My moans became much louder now, also I was getting desperate. Lawrence kept sucking, circling his tongue around my shaft, occasionally pulling out to lick the tip then taking me back into his hot and wet cavity, "Oh, it feels so good, suck harder, please." He did as I asked, he sucked hard, drawing more and more moans from my lips. I'd never had this done to me before, the only sexual action I'd ever had was masturbation, and that was only on a rare basis, until recently. He did a cheeky little lick of the tip whilst sucking to throw me over the edge. I moaned and came into his mouth, he took in all of my cum and swallowed it before allowing my cock out if his mouth. He then looked up at me with the sweetest smile.

I quickly done up my trousers again as Lawrence stood up. My cheeks were burning. He held my face gently, "You have the most cutest face." He whispered sweetly, before claiming my lips in a gentle loving kiss. His tongue swept across my bottom lip, I opened my mouth, allowing him entrance. He explored every knook in my hot mouth. We both moaned as we kissed, his fingers entangled in my hair, my hands tracing up and down his back occasionally giving his arse a squeeze. Suddenly we heard someone trying the door, we stopped and looked wide eyed at the door. The students then realised it was locked and it became silent again. Lawrence and I smiled at each other before continuing where we left off.

Later I left the library, A stupid grin lining my face, I touched my lips, they still tingled. Lawrence is such a sweet and passionate kisser, that's the first time I've kissed someone. The image of his smile kept replaying in my head, not to mention the scene I saw as looked down to see him engulfing my cock. 'Oh crap, not again.' I had another hard on coming. This happened all the time. It started this year actually, after about 3 weeks of symptoms I went to see the school nurse. She diagnosed me. She said she would keep everything confidential, only me and her knew what was going on and also anyone I wished to tell.
But the time I had with Lawrence wasn't the only thing that put a smile on my face, "I was wondering actually, Phantomhive, it's honestly up to you, but would you like to be my fag?" I was now a prefects fag.

Yet again I shall tell you, I need comments, ideas, criticisms, I have really bad writers block with this at the moment and would like to hear your thoughts about where it might go. I know that it leads to a bit of CielXSebastian and perhaps more CielXLawrence. Wow, I seem to be making Ciel out to be a total slut don't I? ha.