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They had been driving for hours. It was a short trip that their father was taking them on. A quick getaway in the deep woods, far away from civilization. Riel loved the thought. But Ciel wasn’t as enthusiastic as his brother was. Perhaps it was simply because he often got carsick.
He was really too small to sit in the front seat, but he did anyway. His brother had fallen asleep in the back and was taking up all of the seats. Sebastian had let him climb up front for the time being. Ciel timidly gave a small tug to the man’s sleeve beside him. His father glanced at him in acknowledgement and offered a quiet hum.
“Um… I gotta go to the bathroom,” He mumbled.
“You can hold it,” Sebastian said, eyes unwavering.
Ciel didn’t try to argue, but the words were on the tip of his tongue - No, I can’t - unable to be spoken. Too scared.
His body was stiff. He seemed to be holding his breath as he tried to keep his bladder full. They had more than thirty minutes left to go, and Ciel had already waited for some time to ask. He squeezed his hands together, in between his thighs, right up against his crotch. An act his subconscious thought might help to hold everything in.
Unfortunately for him, it was not enough. It wasn’t long until the fluid began to spill out, flooding his seat. His tears rushed out right along with his urine. A soft sigh made Ciel begin to whimper and hold his hands in his face. His face burned in embarrassment. He knew he couldn’t have helped it, but he still felt like it was his fault. Sebastian didn’t say anything; however, Ciel couldn’t tell if that was better or worse.
About ten minutes later, they pulled off at the next rest stop. Those ten minutes had been filled with dread and anxiety. This rest stop was rather large; it had restrooms, a gas station, and a few car washing garages. It was barren. Only two cars were there. They pulled into one of the three washing garages. The car slowed to a stop inside of the building, tugging his twisting stomach. Sebastian turned off the engine and got out of the car. Not a word transpired between the two of them and it only fueled the child’s anxieties, added to the trembles that racked his little body.
The man closed the large pull-down door to add another layer of separation between them and the outside world. Then he returned to the car, this time making his way over to the passenger seat where his youngest son sat, fists clenched. He smiled down at Ciel’s small, shaky figure, and unbuckled his seatbelt. He pushed the seat down so that it was reclined to a flatter angle. The boy laid down with it, which allowed Sebastian to climb over him. He shut the car door to further trap his prey.
Like this, Sebastian could feel the quaking of the boy’s muscles even more. He could feel his hummingbird heart beat his ribs. He could hear the soft wheezing as Ciel tried not to hyperventilate. He could taste the sweat when he lowered himself to give the boy a sweet kiss on the cheek. No matter how nice it would have felt, it quickly turned bitter.
Those soft lips moved to his lips. It was so gentle, and that much more sickening when Ciel knew what Sebastian was going to do to him. Big hands pulled his shirt off, guided his shorts down, leaving him only in his panties. His barely-budded chest was exposed to the open air. The cold open air, which acted fast to harden his bubblegum pink nipples. The man ran his hands over them and teased the peaks.
Ciel shuddered beneath him. His stomach turned violently. He felt like he was going to throw up, but he didn’t dare to. If Sebastian was this upset over urine, he didn’t want to imagine what would happen to him if he threw up.
Warm lips closed over one of the buds while a hand slipped under the fabric of his striped panties. One of the man’s fingers dragged along his folds, treasuring the feel of it, before it slowly pushed into his too-little, too-dry entrance. It burned and the sting began to pulse the more Sebastian moved. Ciel couldn’t help but reach up to grab the collar of Sebastian’s shirt, as if it would help the pain. His eyes filled up with tears as the appendage curled within him, the stretch causing further irritation. A quiet whimper escaped his throat.
“Shhh. Don’t want to wake your brother, do you?” Sebastian chided in a whisper, a cruel smile curled on his lips to make the words cut deeper.
Ciel’s lips wobbled, but he shook his head ‘no’ nonetheless. He didn’t want to be punished more than what he already would be. The man smiled sweetly and gave a nod in agreement, pressed a kiss to the corner of the boy’s lips. He was satisfied that Ciel was so compliant. So submissive and messy, crying just for him, because of him. Ciel knew how much it made him happy. He tried to tell himself that it was good that he was obeying his daddy for this reason. Anything to make these happenings resemble normality. It was just an act of love, that’s all it was.
Another finger was pushed in, more painful than the previous one, the burn intensifying. He wondered if acid would feel better than this. Surely it would. Better than the awful, dull ache of sordid appendages twisting about inside of him. Clawing at him, eager and greedy and impatient, much unlike his otherwise relaxed posture. The only other thing that showed that something wasn’t normal was the man’s eyes. They stared at him like a starved wolf would stare at a piece of meat. Ravenous, threatening, ready to pounce at any moment. Any wrong move would be a death sentence.
One after another, the fingers continued to fill him, which only prompted more tears. The pain would have numbed by then if only Sebastian would have stopped curling and twisting the appendages, but it never stopped. The most Ciel could really do was grit his teeth and grip the seat under him.
After what seemed to be ages, they finally retracted, a bit slick with a poor amount of self lubrication that the child’s body attempted to produce. But only dread filled his stomach, a similar feeling to drinking cold water on an empty stomach. Empty and painful and so, so lonely - but if only he was actually alone. The last thin, but still useful, barrier was taken off and pulled down his legs, away from his feet. That was it. The last bit of sanity stripped from him.
Sebastian grinned down at him, his stare almost as violating as his fingers were. He just stared at his puffy, blushy pussy, all red from the irritation it had faced. More awaited it. More awaited him, more awaited Ciel. More torture, more pain, more night terrors during the few hours of ‘decent’ sleep.
The sound of the man he had to call his ‘father’ unbuckling his belt made Ciel nauseous. He could taste the bile in his throat, bitter and burning. Everything burning, always. The zipper came next, pushed down, followed by his jeans. He situated himself in between the boy’s thin, almost bony thighs. Too thin, as Ciel often refused to eat, but it wouldn’t stop Sebastian. Nothing could, it seemed.
He placed the tip of his cock against the boy’s cooling cunny and pushed in so slowly, igniting the flame of agony once more and drawing it out. Ciel’s nail’s dug into the expensive fabric of the leather seats. His tears dropped onto it. He choked on the shaky whimpers that clawed at his throat - they sounded more like squeaking, as if he were a tiny mouse. A tiny mouse being devoured by a big, bad cat. Perhaps he was.
A hand moved up and closed around the boy’s throat to stifle any more small noise that may come out. It wasn’t a hard grip, he could still breathe; it was just enough to silence him as Sebastian fully sheathed himself inside the little body he hovered over. It burned as much as the sun did, fire spreading throughout Ciel’s body, turning his blood into lava. He could hardly breathe. His heart hammered and stuttered in his chest as he tried to be a good boy and take what was given to him.
The walls that closed around his daddy’s cock seemed to rip and bleed as the man pulled his hips back, salt metaphorically poured into the wound as he pushed himself back in. All slow, all ‘careful’, even though there was really no point of being ‘careful’ at this point. By now, Ciel could feel drops of blood roll down his sickly pale skin. It would at least smell better than piss.
At last, his body began to relax, the pain numbed - at least temporarily. He almost looked like a corpse as he watched himself be thrusted into. His eyes were unfocused and seemed to be lifeless. Glossy, glassy, puffy from previously crying. His body bounced and jolted. No noise came out of him. The only noise that could possibly be heard was the near-silent squeak of the seat and the man’s heavy but quiet breathing.
It was odd to watch himself like that, like he was a bystander, a ghost of sorts. As if he didn’t have any other choice other than to inhabit that horrid body. He couldn’t bring himself to care that much - or maybe he didn’t want to feel anything. Because there was something so satisfying about numbness. Everything was the same. Everything was calm, anything could be predicted. There was no joy to lose, and no sadness to bring him down further. It felt as if he was bobbing up and down in a lukewarm ocean. Lost at sea. Lost.
The thing that brought him back to his body was the sickening feeling of being filled. Bile rose to the back of his throat, but he swallowed it. He wanted to throw up, as if it would get rid of what Sebastian had put into him. The hand around his throat squeezed for a moment. Ciel counted the seconds - one, two, three, four, five, six, seven - until it let up and completely detached from him.
The rest of his senses came back, much to the boy’s dismay. He smelled the heady scent of their revolting display. He heard the wind pick up outside the building. He felt Sebastian begin to pull out, the mess rushing out afterwards. He saw his blood mix and swirl with the other pearly fluid between his legs. He tasted the blood in his mouth. He could sense the man’s urgency to leave.
But they didn’t. Not yet. The man kissed his lips, wet. “You’re such a good boy for me, do you know that?” He didn’t give room for an answer before he pressed his lips against Ciel’s much-smaller pair.
After he pulled away, he sighed, satisfied. He languidly cleaned the both of them up, taking care not to cause either of them anymore pain. What felt like an entire day in itself had only been about twenty minutes. Sebastian cleaned and perfumed the seats. It would have to do until he could get the car to a proper cleaner.
When he was finished, Sebastian carefully moved Ciel to the backseat with his brother, patiently manoeuvring the two exhausted boys so they could rest together comfortably. The younger twin let himself be moved. There wasn’t anything else he could do, as he could hardly move his own muscles. His head laid limp against the car seat. The somewhat comforting touch of his brother’s legs against his own help to ground him. The blanket that Sebastian covered the both of them with further helped him calm down.
Before he knew it, they had pulled out of the building, had gotten gas, and had left the rest stop. It almost felt peaceful with the low hum of the engine, the light piano music, and the warmth he shared with his sibling. He began to drift off to sleep in that moment of lightness.
Before he could, Ciel heard a sleepy voice from beside him slur, “Why’s Ciel back here?”
“Your brother had an accident up front,” Sebastian responded neutrally from his seat up front.
The elder twin began to laugh cruelly, pouring salt into the younger boy’s wounds. “Really? He’s not a baby anymore!”
Ciel didn’t attempt to make any retort. He was far too tired to, or to even worry about the other’s behaviour. He just needed a nap and then it would be fine. Surely it would be fine.