Author's Note: Merry Effin' Christmas, everyone! It's 2 in the morning over here (not anymore, but that's how long I stayed up typing this for everyone!) and I just wanted to update for you guys on this special day. As a present for sticking around and reading my horrible story.

This is my gift to you guys, the readers! This chapter will be written in first person POV. I found out I'm a better writer when I use first person. I don't know why. But do expect it to stick to First Person POV from now on!

And thanks to my beta reader, See Through The Mist for betaing. Now enjoy!

Chapter 12 - Cloaked in Fragrance

I arched an eyebrow up as Sebastian wheeled me down the street, walking me to my home. His footsteps were tapping lightly on the cement behind me, and all I could do was cross my arms in annoyance with a big frown on my face (not that he could see it, though) and sit here until the ride was over. The bastard was humming rather loudly, and I could practically see the sadistic smirk plastered on his face just by hearing his lively tune.

"Sebastian…" I growl out through gritted teeth, my eyebrows knitting together in the process. I feel him stop the wheelchair, pausing before leaning down so that his face was right in between my face and shoulder. I felt his breath next to my ear through the thin fabric that separated our skin from coming in contact with one another.

"Yes?" I hear him answer, so frustratingly carefree that I have to resist the urge to slap him in the face.

"Can you please stop with that ridiculous humming? It's getting on my nerves." I say to him, knowing full well that the annoyance in my tone was as clear as a bell. Even a kindergartner would know that.

He doesn't answer at first. Simply breathing through his nose and still crouched down, his face right beside mine. If any passerby saw this kind of scene, it would probably look like he was trying to bite my neck or something. Like a vampire. And trust me, this man was even more vicious than a plain vamp. He'd leave marks all over you and not bother to cover them.

I make sure that I do not move my face or head, not even a centimeter as he continued to stay in that same position, for at least 30 more seconds (I swear, this bastard was probably doing it on purpose!) before answering smugly, "How come, my lord? I was sure that you told me you absolutely loved my voice. Humming included." He had emphasized the words 'my lord', obviously knowing that it ticked me off. This damned pervert….!

I feel my face flush red with embarrassment at those words, and this time, I whip my head around and felt my hand collide with his cheek. Most people would think that this was the time when two lovers would fight, argue, and piss each other off. But that wasn't the case with Sebastian Michaelis. The complete opposite, actually.

As I began to draw my hand back, his own hand enclosed around my wrist and he drew me forward, his lips hungrily devouring mine as he took advantage of my mistake of even turning towards his direction.

Our lips mashed together, and though I knew it was wrong, I knew I shouldn't have done it - but I did it anyways.

My body had impulsively moved on its own, my other hand snaked up his shoulder and neck and tugged at his raven locks, bringing him closer to me. Even worse - this was in public. Out in the middle of the open on the sidewalk, for all to see our passionate lip smacking. Like two wild animals in fucking heat. I felt the hood of my cloak slip down my neck and onto my shoulder, but I found that I didn't care.

My neck was beginning to feel uncomfortable, kissing him at such an angle was nice, but tiring at the same time. But hey, at least it was better than having my clothed ass stick out for anyone to see, like Sebastian was doing.

When we finally drew back, I breathed in a huge amount of fresh air before exhaling, calmly tugging the hood back over my head.

Sebastian had returned back to his standing position behind me (oh, that does not sound kinky at all) and I heard his readjust his shirt, by the sound of fabric ruffling. He cleared his throat before speaking. "You should slap me more often, Ciel. It turns me on, the way your hand slaps my skin, making such a dirty sound...oh, that's right. It sounds like my hand colliding with your cute little bottom-"

"Shut up, pervert." I cut him off, the blush beginning to find its way back to my cheeks. "Are you going to wheel me to my home or not?" I asked with irritation now. I've been distracted way too much today.

"Of course, my little lord." He replies before grabbing the handles of the wheelchair and began to push me forward. I was amazed at how he didn't complain or even speak of his injured hand. Thankfully, he told me it was already healing perfectly.

I found myself worrying about him at times, embarrassingly enough. "Does your hand hurt?" I would ask from time to time throughout the day in a casual way.

"No." Was always his answer.

This man controlled me in every way possible, and I don't think he seemed to notice. It was only one month after the day we were in the lockers together, pretending to be a fake couple, after all.

So, how did our relationship become so...different? How is it that I, Ciel Phantomhive, changed so dramatically after just one month? This is our story.

=Cloaked=In=Beauty=

"We can practice now, if you'd like." Sebastian said, rendering me speechless. Why on Earth would I want to practice such intimate acts? I was practically a virgin for everything! Shit, I was even a virgin for something as small as having their lips pecked!

I shake my head no. "I don't think I trust you enough to do any kind of 'practice'." I say. I was only saying that to cover up the fact that I probably sucked at all kinds of intimate acts.

He laughs. His voice echoes in the locker room, which, I had to admit even to myself, sounded so amazingly beautiful like the rest of him. Ah, snap out of it Ciel! I can't let his looks get to me. I can't. Nope. Never.

His gaze rests on me, his crimson eyes almost staring into my soul. "Alright, then. I'll wait for you, until you're ready."

I cannot believe my ears. He'd wait for me? This man, this fucking handsome man, this Greek God, was willing to wait for me? "Pardon?" I ask stupidly, my mouth hanging open like a wide 'o'. Thank goodness he couldn't see my face…

"I said, I'll wait for you. Until you're ready." He repeats, with no hesitation at all.

Well, he seemed to have good intentions at the moment..

"Very well, then." I answer in an authoritative voice. "That's good. I'm your master now. Why don't you call me Young Master or something?" I joked, though I wasn't really trying to sound serious. But from the reaction that I got from him, he did think I was being serious.

"Very well then, Young Master." Sebastian says in a surprisingly good British accent. He does a slight bow before walking over to me, who was still smiling to myself from his good impression of a butler. "What is your first order?" He asks me.

I looked up, finding that the confidence inside of me was growing at a quick rate. "Sebastian, this is an order. You are to never lie to me, you are to stay by my side and protect me, and you must carry out all of my orders, no matter how ridiculous they may be." I find my first order quite satisfying.

The man bows a bit, a hand over his heart. "Yes, my lord." A smile was playing on his lips as he stood up perfectly straight again.

I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing.

He smiles and laughs along with me, our laughter resounding in the boy's locker room. For once, I have laughed and smiled.

As my remaining giggles fell from my lips, I ask him curiously, "So...does that mean we're a couple now? A fake one, of course." I added quickly at the end, not wanting to create a misunderstanding between the two of us.

Locks of jet-black hair fell to his face as he tilted his head. "Of course we are."

It should be illegal to be that sexy, I concluded.

=Cloaked=In=Beauty=

Alois' POV

I crack my eye open - just a little bit. Just a tiny slit. Claude had brought me into the nurse's bathroom, which, thankfully, was empty, as Mrs. Blanc wasn't there.

He pulls down the toilet seat, along with its lid, and then dumps my butt onto it. I pretend to still be unconscious and make my body slip off of the seat.

And just like I had anticipated, he caught me with a heavy grunt and pulls me back up to a sitting position. I could feel his hands all over my body, making me feel excited by the passing second.

Once he had been sure that my body wouldn't fall anymore, he walked over to the sink and pulled out a handkerchief, turning on the sink and wetting it before walking my way again. He dabs my face with the cold fabric, wiping away the semen off of my face before going down to my clothes.

Cum was not easy to remove from clothes. Okay, maybe it was. But the smell of it would be evident on me all day. He couldn't possibly make it go unnoticeable. And there would be visible stains, too.

When he had finished wiping it off, he got up and washed off his handkerchief before unlocking the door and exiting it, closing it behind him.

I immediately open my eyes and glare at the door. "What the fuck? He just leaves me all alone in the fucking bathroom when he's done with me?!" I screech loudly in the bathroom. "Mother-fucking-"

The door opens and I stop mid-sentence. Claude was at the doorway with a large, purple jacket and some kind of men's perfume.

"Ah, so you are awake." He says nonchalantly, walking into the room and placing the perfume bottle onto the sink.

I don't answer.

Claude came over to me and held up the purple jacket in front of my face. "Wear this."

I stare at the jacket, my face wrinkling up in disgust. "What the fuck is this? It looks so gay!" I say, shoving the jacket away from my face.

"You have no choice, unless you want to go around looking like you sucked someone's dick, I suggest you wear it." He told me with his toneless voice and monotonous attitude towards me. He shoved the thing in front of my face again. "Or I'll force you to wear it."

"You can't force me to wear anyth- What the fuck!" I screamed as he grabbed my arm and slipped the jacket on me before forcing my other arms through the hole of the clothing and buttoning it completely up.

"There. Now, I will make you smell like the little whore that you are." He says as he picked up the perfume bottle with his hands. I eyed him with an angry expression on my face as he came closer to me. The purple jacket did not look well on me. In fact, it made me look like a fat ass, homosexual bitch.

But even I knew that struggling against this man wouldn't come to any good. Enough though I'd love to kick his sorry ass, I knew he was only doing this for our benefit. Though I did not appreciate being called a whore.

"Tch. Just get it over with." I answer simply, refusing to look the spectacled man in the eye.

A horribly sweet smell filled my nostrils as he sprayed the contents of the bottle onto me. I coughed violently as the strong scent invaded the oxygen that I was breathing and my eyes stung and became watery. And yet, he continued to spray. And kept going.

I opened my mouth to say something, but the smell invaded my taste buds as well. "FUCKING-cough-OPEN-cough-THEDOOR." I slurred quickly, trying not to breathe.

The door was opened and I felt like I was saved from Hell. I ran out of the door and gulped in breaths of fresh air.

There was a smug look on Claude's face when I turned around to look at him, and I glared at him. Right in the eye.

He was officially removed from my list of favorites. I'm going to fuck this man up so hard that he'll be begging me, on his own two knees, for mercy.

"You're fucking dead." I growled.

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Well, have a happy holiday and new years!

~Kawaii Dream