Pity [ a modern SebaCiel ]

Chapter 2

- WARNING -
- sexual and/or triggering themes in this chapter -

He stepped out of the school grounds and make his way to his job. He reached up and pulled his hood over his head, making sure every time that the people at school never saw where he was headed. Everything would just become worse for him if they did. On the bus he got further and further into the more rough and dirty side of London until he reached his destination.

He spotted a familiar face and he walked over. He wouldn't call her a friend but they were close acquaintances. She was the only one who he would talk to in the orphanage. Her once long brown hair he noticed was now a shoulder length bob.

"Hey, Sieglinde." He greeted her and she gave him a sad smile before heading in with him. Where they worked was basically like a club. All the workers were those 16-22 and unfortunately a lot of the customers were older men over 30-40 even though some younger would come then and again.

He hated working there but he had no choice. It was the only source of income he'd known for a while now. He wasn't really one of the ones to give sex though. He was more of a 'pleasurer'. He couldn't have sex. He refused to. It reminded him too much of his past. He was afraid of it.

He sat down and minded his own business as he waited uneasy for a customer to be paired with. Soon enough, Alois called him. He bit his lip and got up. He had to put on the personality the business wanted. He greeted who he'd be 'working' for, for the next hour.

As expected, another older man which Ciel guessed to be in his late thirties to early forties. He put on a small smirk and strutted over, placing a hand on his chest and the other grasping his tie. "Follow me," he purred and pulled the man towards an empty room.

He hated this job that paid shit for what he had to do. He hated the ones who scarred him. Most of all he hated himself. He hated himself for even being this way. He made himself feel sick.

He sat the man down before lightly sitting on his legs himself. He ran his hands up and down his chest, each time making it closer to the down low area. He moved in circles on his lap, slowly grinding on the others manhood. He could feel the other male becoming hard and his pants tightened.

He groaned. "Stop teasing me boy an' give me what I'm payin' for." Ciel nodded and lifted himself up off his lap and kneeled down so he was level with his crotch. Slowly he took off his pants and then his boxers, revealing his dick.

He began to rub it up and down. He felt sick doing so. He did it until it was fully erect. That's when he took him in his mouth. He began to bob his head up and down, taking in more of him each time. He let out the moans he had been suppressing the whole time.

Ciel made a seductive sound and got him to let out another moan. Suddenly he grabbed Ciel's head, pushing him back forth faster. He almost choked and kept the tears back in his eyes. He didn't cry around people anymore.

Soon, the man came and Ciel unwillingly swallowed. He removed his mouth and coughed slightly. He got his money and while the man was passing out he grabbed Ciel's ass, causing him to tense up.

He rushed to the washroom once the man had left and threw up his whole stomach into the toilet. He tasted terrible. He rinsed his face and wiped it up. Exiting the washroom he wiped his mouth and turned the hall to come face to face with none other than Sebastian Michaelis.

He froze. Ciel didn't know what to do. The tall raven haired man had spotted him now and gave him a smirk. Ciel's breath caught in his throat. He angrily made his way to grab his bag before passing Sebastian and heading out the door without even saying goodbye to Sieglinde or Alois.

Opening the door, the light shone in his eyes, partially blinding him but he didn't care. He stormed down the street when something grasped his wrist. He couldn't move. Gasping, Ciel turned to face who had grabbed him and wrenched his wrist out of his grip with wild eyes. "Don't touch me!" He practically screamed.

He couldn't help it. That action brought back too many painful memories. It took all of his willpower to not break down right there. There was a couple moments of silence before he spoke up again, this time in a normal tone. "Leave me alone," he spat each word out with annoyance.

The crimson eyed male was about to respond but Ciel had already turned on his heel and was in the crowd to board the bus. He huffed, sitting down in the bus. He watched as the buildings passed until he arrived on the street of his orphanage. Making his way to his room, he shut the door and collapsed onto his shitty bed.

He was screwed.

// whoop another sucky chapter //