(A/N: Story contains sex, yaoi/dominance,(before you go into a tissy, it's MILD, not that explicit, opening scene is probably as ''dirty" as it's gonna get.) gore, and character death. This is an AU and OOC. Might turn into CielxSebastian)

Chapter One

"Ha..ha..hnn!" The sound of slapping bodies and rattling chains echoed throughout the desolate room. His feeble hands gripped the chains cupped around his wrists. He bit deep into his bottom lip continuing to endure the girth of his superior. "Ah!..no-no more! Fff-nnm!" The slender body of his master curved over him as he sat on his knees with the younger ones legs wrapped around his waist. His rapid breathing coming out in jagged breathes and pleasured groans. Ciel's upper torso was pressed against the stone wall behind him. His arms were stretched painfully above him and his bottom half was lifted off the ground in his master's lap, curving his spine with each powerful thrust.

"Come on Ciel..I won't stop..until you say it."

Ciel barred his teeth at the lustful touch of his master's tongue licking the side of his ear, then beginning to chew on the lobe. "Scream your master's name".

When the younger did not comply he grabbed onto his slim legs and hoisted them over his broad shoulders deepening the penetration.

"AHhh!" Ciel looked to their attachment, his bluish-grey locks sticking to his skin with sweat. His jaw went slack at the erotic sight of his master's member completely sheathed inside him. He released a long breathy moan as his superior pulled out almost completely then re-entered; repeating the act painfully slow. Ciel's breathing hitched at this action as he quickly began to lose himself.

Crimson eyes looked down at him, pleased by his progressing weakness. "I'm waiting.." he purred in between his thrusts. Ciel's eyes narrowed and the elder understood that he would not wield to him. He quickened his movements to a maddening pace finally feeling his peek commence. Ciel's entrance milking his shaft each time he pulled away sending sharp waves of pleasure through his limbs. Cold hands wrapped around Ciel's aching cock which also begged for a release. "Don't!..you!..dare!" Ciel spat between his pants. His master smirked; a sadistic glint in his eyes. "You say no, but your body says yes."

He rubbed his thumb over the younger's dripping slit and enjoyed the way he squirmed in protest. "nhhmm!" he groaned through his teeth. A few quick pumps and the younger came all over his own chest. "Nn-ah-Sebastian!" he screamed as he arched his back and pulled on his restrains. His body quivered and abdomen flexed as he hit his climax. His master soon followed burring himself deep inside of Ciel as he filled him to the brim.

"Very good," He breathed as he finally came down from his high.

Ciel winced at the sudden empty feeling of Sebastian pulling away and quivered at the dampness between his legs. Once again he was being used and then thrown away; recycled, until Sebastian found use of him again. This was his new life, this and so much more. More regret and sorrow; the curse of immortality to do nothing but wallow away. He didn't choose this, it was forced upon him and now he had to endure it or better yet, embrace it. The door to his chamber closed leaving him in complete darkness.

One month prior

The lean eighteen year old male climbed the balcony legs eagerly waiting to see the girl who lay inside. Once at the top he swung his legs over the rails and quietly knocked on the glass doors. Her head shot up from her pillow; blonde hair in bushels around her head, and upon seeing the shadow at her door fell off the side of her bed in shock. He laughed quietly as she stood and ran over to let him inside. The glass doors opened and he stepped inside out of the frigid air and embraced her.

"Ciel! Have you lost your mind! You shouldn't be here!" She yelled in a quiet voice. He kissed her with a joy only she could bring him. She grabbed his hand and brought him closer to the fire place burning in her room.

"Is it wrong of me to see my wife whenever I please?" He replied. "Although I understand it is improper for me to see you this way." His eyes looked her over with interest instead of apologetically which made her cheeks a rosy red.

"I couldn't care less about that, and I'm not your wife just yet" she recalled, running her hand through her bedridden hair. He pulled her hands away and held them in his; there was no need for her to stand on ceremony especially not with him.

"Can you blame me? I cannot wait any longer for this, for you to have my name, for us to share our own bed." His eyes wondered to her bed at his last statement. She pulled away blushing furiously.

"You will only need to wait till tomorrow…or longer if you refuse to allow me any sleep."

"Elizabeth.." he breathed, his syntax laced with lust. "My patience grows thin."

He slowly walked after her as she stood by her long chair placed at the end of her bed. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she rested her hands on his chest. She looked into his blue eyes and smiled. "Shall we call the priest in now then?" she replied, he bit his bottom lip trying to hide his smile.

"I wasn't referring to that part." He breathed. Before she could retaliate he kissed her again and she knew exactly what he meant. Kissing him back for a few moments she enjoyed the taste of his lips then pulled away before she gave into him. "You are a foul minded man." She teased.

He batted his eye lashes as if silently pleading his innocence; his hands ruffled into her night dress not allowing her to escape his grasp. "Just tell me when you want me to stop." He replied, his eyes lidded as he leaned into her.

"And if I don't?" She whispered as their lips collided.

"Oh no!" she gasped, separating from him.

"What is it?" He asked, he sat up on her bed completely dazed. "I heard someone!" She exclaimed. She sat frozen for a moment to assure her ears weren't deceiving her, all the while Ciel continued to bite and kiss her neck and breasts. His moans foiling her attempt at keeping quiet. She whined, hurrying off of her bed and scurrying around it to pick up his clothes. She hadn't the time to cover her own body and cared not for her nudity in front of him. "Get up!" She yelled in silent fury. He laughed standing up after his shirt and pants were thrown at his face. He put on his pants and she wrapped herself in her night robe.

"You must go before my mother's see's you!" She stood behind him and began shoving him towards her balcony. He scrambled to get his shirt on then turned to her once more, she grunted in frustration.

"Till tomorrow then!" he replied with a small peck to her lips then hurried over the railing.

"Good bye Ciel!" She waved then shut the glass doors, her mind's eye eager for tomorrow's ceremony.

She lay down in her bed repeating the same phrase over and over until it rocked her to sleep. Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Phantomhive; her betrothal name filled her with giddiness.

Ciel landed at the bottom of the estate and quickly left the grounds. His home not too far from hers, he hurried to get back before anyone noticed his absence. This being entirely late in the night and on the Eve of his wedding day, if anyone found him missing it would be a preposterous scandal for him and his family. Quite honestly he couldn't care less. Growing into his teens he became more of a mischievous lad who his parents had to keep in close watch constantly. However, that never stopped him from finding loop holes.

He entered his neighborhood where his manor sat at the very end of the long stretch of houses. He hugged his torso at the sudden chilling breeze that blew past him. Autumn leaves swirling into the air around him then gently settling back to the ground. He looked to his left at the house that stood at an incredible height. The estate always had a looming shadow to it which added to the eeriness of it; complemented by the unkempt lawn and dead willow trees surrounding it. It was the oldest of the manors here and only one person lived inside; from what Ciel heard, of course. The owner of this house never came out and he never saw anyone going inside. The black rusted gates never opened to any outsiders. Obviously rumors of this man spread throughout the nobilities', all to which Ciel paid no mind to; ridiculous stories that best belonged in the category of myths and legends. He had begun assisting his father with kidnapping investigations which could possibly develop into murders; he had no time to dwell on fantasy.

Staring at the house almost in a trance he suddenly felt as if someone was looking back at him. Probably just sleep deprivation playing with his mind. He did recall the time him and a good friend of his- Alois went snooping around said house a few years ago. They managed to get inside, although they could not see much from the dark night sky and the black decorum in the house. Before long they were startled by some ominous presence or person and fled the house never returning. Ciel being older now wanted to try another go at it, he wanted to meet that man and find out what he was hiding. All he knew about him was that his name was Lord Michaelis; to this day he swears to anyone who would listen that before they ran for their lives he saw just a glimmer of a pale face. He shrugged off the urge and continued on further down the pavement before stopping at another house.

He opened the gates and walked across the front lawn to the double doors of the estate. Uncaring of the late hour and the fact that people might actually be sleeping inside said house, he lifted the heavy door knocker and pounded it against the door. The wooden entrance opened and Ciel smirked at the monotonous butler that stood before him.

"Phantomhive" he spoke.

"Hello Claude." Ciel smirked, ignoring his incriminating stare. "Is Alois home?"

The moment he spoke of the blonde he appeared in the door way wearing nothing but his night pants while holding a small slumbering child in his arms. "Ciel are you out of your wits?! You're going to wake up my brother with all of your noise!"

He handed the small red-headed blonde to Claude and the butler left to tuck the child away. "What the hell do you want? You realize you have a wedding in twelve hours?" He finished resting his hand on his hip as he leaned against the door frame.

Ciel smirked grabbing the blonde's hand and holding it to his chest. "I've come to elope, run away with me my love!" He exclaimed. Alois blushed then pushed Ciel away.

"Stop speaking nonsense! Although, I would make a very impressive bride," He pondered.

"That you would," Ciel agreed.

"Are you nervous?" Alois asked, gazing at his companion with starry eyes.

"Yes, a bit. We've been engaged since we were children, I shouldn't feel so uneasy but-"

"You'll do fine." Alois placed his hand on Ciel's shoulder encouragingly.

"I just feel like something bad is going to happen." Ciel confessed, his eyes trailing to the ground. Alois hugged him until he felt his body relax. Ciel sighed finally feeling at peace and ready to sleep.

"You know, I actually wouldn't mind marrying you too.." He whispered, as his eyes lidded. Alois pulled away as Ciel leaned into him; thankful his eyes were shut so he could not see his red cheeks. He pushed the blue-haired boy away snapping him out of his dreaminess. He knew Ciel was only kidding, flirtatious as the boy was he didn't favor Alois the way the blonde secretly did for him.

"Now leave! Before I actually take you up on that offer." He chuckled.

Ciel backed away as Alois shut the door. He let out an exasperated breath watching it turn to vapor then disperse into the cold night air. He rounded a corner a few blocks from his estate to see a few men out late standing at the opposite corner of where he stood. He paid them no mind although completely aware of them and readily alert if anything happened. Just as he passed the crosswalk where they intersected the men caught eye of him and wasn't going to let him be.

"Isn't that the little Lord Phantomhive?" One of the men cooed. There were five of them to be exact, and all of them began to walk toward the lean teenager.

"What are you doing out so late?" Another added.

Ciel glared at them, not much of a man to fight but if it was necessary he wouldn't hesitate to defend himself.

"He's got a big day tomorrow," they laughed.

"Why don't we throw him..ah..Bachelor party?"

They circled in around him looking him up and down with malice. Ciel could smell the intoxication pouring from their skin and knew they were marinated. Commoners, obviously in the wrong side of town with nothing better to do then pick on any unsuspecting noble. One of them dared a grab at Ciel's shirt. He pulled away and swung his fist at the man's jaw. The man staggered back with his hand on his face; the impact not powerful enough to knock him off his feet; Ciel admittedly too weak for that.

The man reverted and decked Ciel in his face easily taking him to the ground. The younger spit blood from his mouth onto the pavement, wiping away the remains with his sleeve.

"You little brat!" The man yelled,

The young nobleman thrashed as the men grabbed onto his limbs holding him down. They ran through his shirt and pant pockets collecting any money or valuables they could find. One man tried to take Ciel's blue diamond that was set on his middle finger. Ciel clutched his fist as the man tried to pry the rock from his finger. "Give it here!" he protested.

"You'll have to pry it from my dead hands!" Ciel replied spitting in the man's face.

The leader whose jaw was red from Ciel's punch stood over him. Ciel's eyes widened as he saw the man lift his leg with a sadistic smile on his face. "That can be arranged" The man's booted foot collided with the side of Ciel's face. The male blacked out from the impact feeling nothing but the cold pavement beneath him.