Ugh, I'm terrible.

Grell twirled around absently in Sebastian's office, a wooden broom held daintily in his hands. He hummed merrily to himself and with a last twirl, he dropped himself down into the large empty chair. He let out a puff of air, pushing up his bright red fringe from his pale face, and lowered himself into the cushions, sinking in softly. He looked around the empty room. He was utterly alone.

He'd hardly seen Sebastian in the past... how many weeks they'd been there? Ah, yes. Two weeks tomorrow. All the days blended into one, and Grell had hardly even done anything. Sebastian was never there to force him to do his job. That was the only way things got done. Grell liked when Sebastian forced him to do his job. The look on his face when he got irritated with the redhead. The crease at the corners of his eyes when he squinted menacingly at him. When he put his hands on him – oh God he loved when the man put his hands on him.
It was obvious that Sebastian never put his hands on him in a sexual way, but whenever he pushed Grell out of his room, whenever he picked up the shorter redhead, the sparks in his thin body were set aflame. Yes, the simplest of touches made Grell practically come undone. And, oh, how it bothered Sebastian.
But now, he's not here. He's focused on his students. Since when were they so important? Grell stubbornly turned his head to the side and inhaled, smelling the familiar that is purely Sebastian. But it wasn't coming from the chair. He looked up to see one of Sebastian's suit jackets draped almost elegantly across the back of the chair. With a gleeful smirk, Grell took the jacket and held it up to his face. He took in a deep breath, feeling his lungs fill up with Sebastian. He smelt so good, so manly.
He started feeling his face heat up and his breath hitched only a little. But that was enough. Grell hand a slender hand along the thin flaps of his uniform. His hand continued to caress the fabric until his fingers slipped underneath, touching his skin over his white buttoned up shirt. He huffed hotly and lowered his eyes to the small, black buttons that kept him looking decent. He dropped the broom to the rugged floor, a sharp thump resonating lazily around the room.
Using both hands, Grell began unbuttoning the top, moving down. He slipped off the black jacket and then he unbuttoned the white shirt just halfway, and he ran flushed hands down his flat chest. He looked around. Everything in this room screamed 'Sebastian'. The neatness of it, oh Sebastian always tidied everything on his own. And in his own unique way. The way the papers and pens are stacked to precisely on the smooth wooden desk. And this jacket... Grell closed his eyes and brought the dark coat to his flushed face.
Inhale.
He let out a soft, shuddering moan involuntarily and his eyes snapped open at the very sound of it. His foggy gaze slipped to the closed door. After reassuring himself he was alone, he sat up a big to slide off his now constricting jacket. He then went for the white shirt, unbuttoning it with haste. As the white garment slipped from his slender shoulders, h lowered himself back onto the chair. He looked down his abdomen, slightly tensed and rising and falling with arousal.
The tent forming unprofessionally in his pants had him unzipping his pants. He shifted the trousers down along with his briefs so that his bare bottom was seated into the soft chair. He looked down at the aching erection he sported between his legs for a short moment before bringing his hand down the stroke it at a slow pace. He let out a soft sigh as he continued jerking himself. His eyes rolled shut as images of his dear Sebastian flooded his mind.
"Mmm..." Grell tightened his grip as he felt himself come close to reaching his climax. His pale hands slid up and down his slickened cock, squeezing the tip just enough to send an exhilarated shiver up his spine. Then, with a gasp, he felt short, rapid tremors run through his whole being as he came. Long, viscous streams shot onto his once-pristine shirt. He panted heavily as he just stared at the blank cieling, the soft rays of the luminescent light beaming down gently on his flushed face. He looked left and then right before sitting up.
He looked down at his sullied uniform. "Uck..." He stood and hastily buttoned his suit, he picked up his broom and roughly organized the items there. As he headed for the door, it opened and Sebastian walked in. He stood at the door for a few seconds, eyes scanning the room. He looked tired, as if he hadn't slept in days. Dark, ugly circles ran across the bags under his eyes, and his gaze was tired, yet still managed to be focused. Grell bit his lips nervously, eyes downcast. Sebastian nodded slightly in approval.
"You actually did something. Nice." He moved further in and Grell breathed out, pleased with the praise. He started heading out when Sebastian made a confused grunt. "What's this.." He lifted his hand from the armrest and looked at it, a translucent, sticky liquid on his palm. "Is this–"
"Oh, well I have a lot of work to do, Sebby! Bye-bye!" Grell dashed out of the room and ran into the kitchen. He sat on the floor behind the door and panted, his head buried in his hands in embarrassment.
"Oh my God..." he shook his head vigorously, the blush burning his cheeks. "And how graceful was I when I left?! Oh my God..." He curled up in a ball. "This isn't even the first time I've done this..."
"Talking to yourself?" Grell squeaked at the sudden noise, and his head shot up at Undertaker, who walked into the kitchen from the other entrance. "What'd you do?"
"Fuck you!" Grell growled, but embarrassed tears stung in his eyes. "What if he finds me? What is he gonna do? What should I do?"
"Maybe you should stop being so depraved." Undertaker went to the counter and grabbed an apple. He pressed his thumbs into the fruit, bruising it, and then he bit into it.
"I-I'm not depraved! It just happened. I can help my thoughts.." Grell sighed and stood up. He moved a little closer to Undertaker and set himself onto a stool by the counter. He groaned loudly and slumped onto the marble countertop, feeling defeated. "Maybe I should apologize?"
"Mm, I don't know. He says you do things like that quite often, and I don't think he'd believe you." Undertaker swallowed and wiped the back of his mouth with the sleeve that reached his fingers. He shrugged. "I dunno. I can't really say anything. Just... be careful? Sebastian's really tense. He's got a lot of paperwork to do, and he has no time for nonsense." Undertaker tossed his unfinished apple into the trash and walked out Grell sitting frustrated at the counter.
"Pft. Whatever." He stood and went to the door, but when he opened it, Sebastian was again covering his exit. "Oh!"
Sebastian just stared at the slighter male, eyebrow twitching slightly with agitation. "What were you doing in my office?"
Wow, it really took him awhile to figure it out. Grell gulped besides his thoughts and backed up against the counter, Sebastian moving forward to keep the distance the same between them. He was so close, his angry heart radiating off of him in thick waves that cascaded over Grell. The redhead's eyes lowered slightly as he got lost in his mind. Sebastian never tried. He just couldn't help being tantalizing, and it turned Grell on so–
A loud smack! was heard and Grell found his face tossed to the side, an angru red mark plastered to his once pale face. He stared wide-eyed at the other door before turning slowly to look up at Sebastian with wide, trapped eyes.
"I don't have time for your nonsense, Grell. If you don't cut it out real soon, I'll have you sent back to my house, and I can have another, more competent person replace you. Have I made myself clear?"
"I-I..." Grell just looked at him.
"Good. Now, I have work to do. And I'm sure you do to." And Sebastian was out the kitchen door. Grell tossed around in the kitchen, bewildered. A quiet, almost ghostly giggle rang though the air and it slightly irked Grell.
"Wow," he whispered after a moment, his had pressed to his cheek in a gently caress. "That really turned me on.

"C'mon, move it! You guys got fifteen more to go, let's go!" A ringing whistle blew right in Ciel's ear, tugging him from the dirt floor. His skinny arms and legs ached, his abdomen tense as the muscles were forced to work harder than any other day. Today, they had to do one hundred push-ups, and by sixty-five, Ciel was done. But Abberline was unrelenting. He often kicked Ciel to the dirt then forced him up and to continue. Everyone was done besides him and Luca, as they were the youngest and therefore the weakest, but even the younger Luca was only five away from reaching a hundred.
Pushing 90, Ciel crumbled to the floor, panting and wheezing. His chest strained to support his rapidly beating heard and pulsing lungs. Tiny fingers were scraped and bruised from scratching across rough, dry sand. He coughed violently when a gust of dust flew into his mouth from breathing so heavily. All this time, Abberline kept berating him, nudging him rudely with his steel-toed boot.
"...to bring in Spears? Huh?!"
Then, the blue-eyed boy jolted and rushed up, digging his dirtied boots into the dirt in a push-up position. His small biceps flexed painfully and tensed as he begun counting to himself.
"N-no... Don't bring him..," he whispered hoarsely. "N-ninety... ninety one... ninet-ty... two..." He continues pushing himself mentally and he frowned, pained tears leaking pathetically out of his eyes. "Ninety.. n-nine..."
"One hundred!" he gasped and collapsed again, trembling from sore muscles. He stayed there as Abberline continued to chastise his slowness.
"Took you long enough. Hurry up and get to the showers, we're done for today." And he turned and walked away, roster tapping nonchalantly against his clothed thigh.
Ciel stayed there long after the pain slipped away. He couldn't feel anything anymore. So he just layed there, broken as he watched everyone pass him by. They looked at him, scowling bitterly, resenting his existence. But he couldn't bring himself to care. He was too sleepy. He wanted to go to bed. But it was too far...

When Ciel's eyes opened, he was in the infirmary. Again. He groaned irritably. The nurses probably had had enough of him taking up bed space that could be used for more serious issues. He rose slowly and stretched painfully before looking around. This was the same room he was in last time. When he attacked everyone. With a shudder, he remembered what had transpired before that. A small hand slowly went up to the slightly swollen skin under his eyepatch. He winced at the touch. It hurt so much. Whatever they put in there hurt. He felt it in his head. It felt like it shouldn't be there.
He wanted to see it, what they put in his head. But he couldn't bring himself to open the eye, whether he was too afraid of what he might find, or maybe he physically couldn't open his eye. Maybe they sewed it shut. No, they didn't. He would have noticed. But the pain was still the same.
Ciel didn't notice when Mr. Michaelis came into the room, clipboard in hand. His expression was blank as he closed the door gently. The soft click of the door brought Ciel back to reality, and he looked up at the raven haired man, slight confusion deep in that sapphire eye.
"M-Mr... Micha–"
"You don't have to speak. You're not in any trouble. You just passed out from exhaustion."
"Oh."
"Yeah. I'm just here to ask you a couple of questions." Sebastian was about to sit at the foot of the bed, but thought better of it and made himself moderately comfortable at the chair next to the bed. Meanwhile, Ciel fidgeted awkwardly. His mind felt foggy, and it terrified him. Made him feel like he was going to lose it again. He tried to push it back, tried to pay attention to the director. He didn't speak, but looked at him. His crimson eyes just slid over his face, and it made the boy's face heat up.
"What happened to you?" He all of a sudden questioned. Ciel gasped softly as his drifting eye found its way back to Sebastian's face, before moving down to his tiny, dirtied fingers. He began to pick at the dirt under his nails as he thought about the question.
It was a good one, too. What did happen to him?
"I... I don't know. I don't know what happened.."
"That's okay. Did you always have the eyepatch on?" Sebastian's head tilted to the side just slightly, his pen twitching in his large hand.
Ciel shook his head immediately. "I know for sure that I got this from when I was in this place."
"Was it an accident?"
A shake of the head. The boy's head began clouding over. He couldn't hold back anymore.
"Is it medical?"
Another shake.
"Who did it?"
"THEM." A voice quite different from the soft voice that first spoke growled out. It startled Sebastian, but Ciel didn't seem fazed. His head continue to hang down, facing his lap.
"Th... them? Who's 'them'?" Sebastian's voice remained calm, but his eyebrows furrowed deeply.
"These assholes... these fuckers did this to me." Slowly, Ciel's head raised till he was looking at the director. His working eye looked foggy and he grinned slowly, lips trembling. In his head, he battled with whatever tormented him. And he was losing. "Everyone... everyone want to hurt me... wants to take control of me... I've had it!"
Before Sebastian could think to back away, the blanket was thrown from the Ciel's lithe body and he's sprung over to the man, his thighs on either side of his waist. His body was flush against Sebastian.
"I want to control you" he whispered and the director gasped.
"Wait! Wai-" he was cut off as a soft pair of lips harshly pressed against his. Startled, Sebastian tried to push the much smaller boy away, but somehow, his strength highly surpassed that of his own, and he wasn't able to make him so much as budge. His eyes widened even more as a slippery tongue forced its way into his mouth.
After a few moments of forceful kissing, Ciel pulled back, tugging on Sebastian's lower lip as he did so. "I'm going to control you," he said lowly as he slowly ground his hips on Sebastian. As much as he truly hated to admit it, the young man way honestly, very aroused. The infirmary gown the boy was barely clad in rose up in some areas that pressed against the man.
Ciel moved closer to force on him another kiss when the door and a tiny old nurse came in with fresh sheets.
"Ciel, I'm just going to-whoa! Director Michaelis!" She clutched the sheets to her chest.
The surprise shocked Ciel and he froze for a minute, which gave Sebastian enough time to shove the tiny boy off of him. He fell and bounced on the bed like a doll, his eyes open, staring at the ceiling. He stayed in a trance-like state for a few minutes as Sebastian tried to compose himself.
Much to his chagrin, Sebastian wiped the saliva that was shared between them off his lips, preferring to lick up the slick substance. He looked at the nurse sternly. "This boy has forced himself onto me, against both of our will. I do not want him to be punished for this, so just leave him here and try not to speak to him or he will snap"
The woman nodded her head quickly, remembering the insident that had happened just a few days ago. Though she hadnt been the one he attacked, she as witness to it.
As Sebastian was heading to the door, he heard Ciel gasp and pant, as if he'd been denied much needed air. He pulled himself up weakly on his hands and looked around. In the next seconds, he shook and started sobbing heavily. He hunched over and his tiny hands cupped the eye patch, groaning between sobs.
"Hurts..." He whimpered and fell on his side. When Sebastian was about to go over to him, he was pushed to the side by a lean figure, who turned out to be Spears. He went over to the boy and grabbed a tuft of his soft hair, and turned him to face him. He pulled back the eye patch, but he was too much in Sebastian's way for him to see was was hidden. All hearted was another pathetic whimper and a "no..." before Spears backed up, and pulled the boy roughly off of the bed and practically dragged his body out of the infirmary, without speaking a word.
Sebastian was ready to follow until he heard, "This is secret affairs, please don't follow, director" and then he left towards the detention hall.

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I'm so sorry folks.
I disappear off the face of FanFiction and I came back with this sort ass chapter.
I've been trying, I swear, but I have so much on my plate personally right now.
School's starting, college and shit. Wow.
Stressful.
If I promise to come up with a chapter by the end of he week, will you guys forgive me. Yea? Ok.
I'll try. ;-;