As he was crawling along the ceiling, an overwhelming smell assaulted his senses, rendering him incapable to resist the pull of it. Before he could do anything to stop it, he was in a petite room filled with only a round table and an open window. The gentle breeze of the wind caused the curtains to billow outward into the vast world beyond the room that confined them. He whipped his head around desperately, searching for the source of that irresistible smell...
And then he found it, a bowl of crimson liquid lay delicately on top of a laced doily on the table. He gasped, because the thought of the sacrifice behind this bowl was surprising to say the least. Cautiously, he approached it, still in disbelief at what lay in front of him. Something deep inside of him screamed at him to stop, begged him, but he was powerless to its pull. Just as he was about to cup the bowl in his hands, two arms made of steel held him in place, trapping him in their vice-like grip. He should have listened to that voice...
"Ahh, I see that you couldn't resist the pull of it, I knew that once you had a taste, you wouldn't be able to resist it again." As the man spoke, his breath caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up, and he cringed once he realized who it was that had trapped him.
Gritting his teeth, he was stuck in a situation that he had tried his best to avoid. Sebastian slowly started to unbutton Claude's shirt, taking his time as he did so. Claude struggled hard to get away, but Sebastian's grip held him firmly in place.
"wh-what in the hell are you doing?" He managed to ask, confused as to why this was taking such a drastic turn. Sebastian gingerly slipped off one of his gloves using his teeth and shoved it into Claude's mouth. Claude tried his best to talk despite this, but everything he said came out muffled.
"Be quiet, don't you realize the position that you are in? You're not the one who gets to make demands and ask questions, and now I'm going to punish you for breaking into the Phantomhive manor. However, we are known for our hospitaLity, so I'll make sure you're not treated too harshly." Claude cringed at this, but could do nothing more.
Sebastian unbuttoned the remaining few, and exposed Claudes chest to the chill of the night air, causing him to shiver slightly. This only seemed to encourage him, for he ripped off the shirt then altogether. He then carefully ran his fingers along the curves of Claude's chest, causing unfamiliar feelings to stir within him. Once more, he tried struggling,yet the result was the same.
Digging in those carefully painted nails, he caused red liquid to spring forth from Claude's otherwise flawless skin. This didn't hurt so much as annoy him, yet it still caused him to gasp in surprise. Sebastian traveled along his chest, causing many similar wounds all over before finally becoming satisfied. Then taking the blood from the bowl, he drew a familiar symbol all across his chest.
He then got so close that he could feel his breath on his neck as he slowly inaled and exhaled. This caused shivers to ripple down his back, yet they weren't altogether unpleasant.
"Now, you are mine. I have bested you in wits and in other ways as well. Now, whenever you are near me, you will be reminded of this, and you will have no other choice but to obey me. You can try your best to fight, but it will get you nowhere. Now leave this place." He said this so coldly that he couldn't help but wonder where the previous, almost happy Sebastian of several minutes ago was.