My Dear Phantomhive | Yandere!Alois | CieLois

dear phantomhive... {REWRITTEN}

(This is a one-shot.)

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

The sound of the damp water dripping from the cell's windowsill made Ciel's stomach churn. But even if it did, it was the only thing he was holding onto. Anything else would sound better than listening to Alois' psychopathic laughs for hours.

The bluenette looked up at the twisted little blonde in front of him. Alois wore a sick, childish grin as he kneeled down to Ciel's height, since Ciel was chained to the floor. A high pitched, shrill of a tone sound rose from his throat as he began to speak.

"There's no escaping this manor, Ciel. You're going to be stuck here with me... forever." Alois giggles sadistically. His bright blue eyes were tarnished by a glazed look; a sheen layer of psycho.

Ciel raised his head, his eyepatch loosening and dropping to the floor.  A burning rage was swirling in the pit of his stomach, he was so livid he could break the chains that bounded him to the floor. He growled angrily. "You insolent fool! Let me out of here!" He yelled, his voice shaking the cell that he was kept in.

Alois' smile grew wider with excitement from hearing Ciel's voice when angry. He's always had a bit of a... tingling sensation whenever he hears Ciel mad, hearing the low growl that his voice makes, ugh. He just couldn't help himself but get riled up.
He laughed again. "Yes, shout! Keep yelling, my darling, but no one will ever hear you..."

"Alois... what's gotten into your head, you idiot! Have you gone mad?! Release me this instant! You're out of your bloody mind!" He yelled, forcefully struggling against the chains that bounded him to the floor. Each move Ciel made had the chains clang loudly as they collided with each other.

Alois smiled, gazing into his eyes. When he noticed his other eye, his excitement grew. "I'm afraid I simply can't, my dear. I can't let anyone see you like this... this is a sight only I can be blessed with." He said, his voice softening into a seductive purr. That was true. Seeing Ciel like this, bounded to the floor, chained, vulnerable... he could do whatever he wanted to him.

He saw his pale, porcelain skin through his ripped clothes, and it took all of his willpower to not have a taste. Alois' breath hitched in his throat.

A taste of that sweet, pampered skin that has never endured physical work. A taste of his immaculate body, capable of committing the most monstrous of deeds with only a flick of his approval, and yet, capable of looking like a fallen angel that's been deprived of it's wings. Alois's heart pumped. He looked down at this glorious sight, Ciel's shirt slowly sliding off his shoulder since it had been ripped when Ciel was brought here.

And when his shoulder was fully exposed in all it's beauty, it was enough to bring Alois crashing down on his knees.

Ciel, of course, was freaked the hell out. "Oi. What's gotten into you?"

Alois didn't respond, instead, moving closer until they were only inches apart, if not for the bars separating them. Alois raised his hand.

"What are you—"

Ciel gasped as Alois' cold fingers made contact with his shoulder. His hand trailed up to his neck, his cheek. Alois began to smile, feeling how soft and smooth his skin was.

That damn butler surely did his job right.

Shivers went up Ciel's spine, as he swallowed sharply. He looked away, an uncomfortable feeling rising in his gut as he grit his teeth. The Queen's Guard Dog, being touched and violated like this? He couldn't believe this was happening to him, and he wished this was all some sick hallucination. But there was one thing for sure: If Sebastian knew about this, Alois would surely be buried far below the depths of the Earth's core—