The Night of Tears...

Sebastian and William have a secret... they had Claude. But if that wasn't BAD enough, William rapes and impregnates Claude, now Sebs' enraged... What happens now?...

This is a real hurt/comfort type Kuroshitsuji fic. It's kinda an idea I got from seeing someone on dA cross Sebastian and Claude and I thought of this story ^^ But... the way this story goes, Sebastian or William would have to be kinda' the bad guy, and I just couldn't see Sebastian as a villain.

Well, this is the first chapter, I don't know how everyone will like this, but it's not like anything I've read on FF so...

WARNINGS!: mpreg, yaoi, Evil!William, Mom!Sebastian, Victim!Claude, don't like this perspective, don't read plz!

Here we go!

Chapter I: The Horror...

Boy what a night this has turned out to be. So filled with chaos, hurt, rage, anguish, irreparable damage... No one could ever foretell the horrific nightmare that became the reality of now. So many thoughts ran by the mind of Phantomhive's butler, almost as if his whole life sped by him as he solemnly approaches the horror that meets his eyes in Claude's room.

William stands on his two feet, completely un-phased by the situation at hand, hence it was his doing. William backs away a distance of 8 feet from where the bloody wreck he made Claude was sitting. William stares hardheartedly at the approaching butler with far away eyes. Sebastian is in such shock as he approaches Claude, he doesn't even know he's shaking.

"C-Claude..." the first word spoken came from Sebastian. He kneels beside his son sitting on the bloody floor, who was a shivering mess right now. The young man was only clothed by a bloodied sheet he had wrapped around himself. "Claude..." Sebastian says again, putting an arm around the young man in question. The younger, traumatized butler didn't move, only sobbed in shame, and trembled from shock, eyes looking way from both his 'mother' and father. William can detect the boiling of unimaginable rage building up inside of Sebastian, which is why his scythe was readied for an attack.

Michaelis stares down at his son's lap, the sheet covering his lower area was sopping and soaked red. The older butler's heart was doing some back flips right now as the reality only begins to sink in... Claude's been hurt. And worst, it was William who hurt him. Sebastian slowly pulls Claude into his warm, comforting embrace, "I'm... I'm sooo sorry..." he says with a whisper. William remains calm in his face, though his heart jumped straight into his throat as he watch Sebastian lift Claude up and gently seats him on his bed.

"You sick dog you..." Sebastian's voice turns pretty venomous now. William rolls his eyes, knowing this was coming. "A man of YOUR stature... It... this just... how?... how?" Sebastian finally turns to stare William in the eye. "HOW, YOU SON OF A BITCH? How could you do this? HOW!" William remains un-phased, before looking away from Sebastian's accusing eyes. "ANSWER ME!" Sebastian screams, not caring that he could wake the Count of Trancy or the others. "DID YOU HEAR ME?" It was quite the site, Sebastian's anger getting the best of him, "ANSWER ME WILLIAM TIMOTHY SPEARS!" William finally looks at the note of Sebastian revealing his middle name. "What do you expect me to say, Michaelis?" William starts as cold and unrepentant as he always is. "Judging your tone, you won't respect my any given word as of now..."

"Respect, YOUR WORD?" Sebastian's face goes from fury to saddened shock. He couldn't believe the response he got. "William... I expect an explanation of WHY you hurt my son!... OUR SON!" William looks away bitterly, eyes narrowing in growing hate. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?" "You expect me to talk to you in that mood?" William says, baffling the butler in black again, "you're COLD!" Sebastian starts, eyes in it's pink glow as he approaches the targeted reaper, "You're a heartless monster! YOU TWISTED, SICK, PEDOPHILLIC, MOTHER-FUCKING MONSTER, William!... How could you?... How could you harm your OWN?" William says nothing, just glares, his emotions unmoving. Sebastian was that close to kill off William's ass right then and there. But, he looks back at Claude, who was sobbing harsher than before while gripping his lower abdomen, the sheet covering him was much redder than before.

Alarmed, Sebastian rushes back to Claude's side, sitting beside him and taking him into his arms again. "Claude... what did he do to you?" Sebastian asks while taking one of Claude's trembling hands into his. The younger of the two just shakes his head before burying his face into Sebastian's shoulder. Sebastian's face drops sorrowfully. His hand gently rests on Claude's quaking shoulder, while rocking him soothingly. "Claude tell me what happened, IN FRONT of him... there's nothing to fear right now...". William stares murderously at Claude, as if daring him to say a word. Though he couldn't see him, Claude could feel William's spite. Nevertheless, the comfort felt from his 'mother's' embrace out weighted all the angst coming from William. And then, Claude speaks...

"I... I... I came in here, for bed, as I always do..." Claude's speech was slow, low and broken. Sebastian could hear the rattle in his voice. Claude also never looked up the whole time he spoke. "But, I looked around and saw... I saw father here..." Claude's voice cracks in saying that, eyes pouring with tears again. As he finishes, the memory flashes back as if it were the presently occurring...

"'Father, what are you doing here?' I couldn't help but ask. 'That is not of your concern, son', he says flatly, offering me a cup of tea. I didn't think... anything of it, u-until I got woozy and fell to the floor, nearly passing out. I then could hear his footsteps, and I felt his weight drop atop me. All I could remember is my vision going out, and... the feelings of hands raking my being was the next thing. 'Ahhh!', I exhale, 'please, wh-wh-' 'don't fight me,' is the only thing I hear. His tongue traces my neck while his hands straddling me up and down before snatching my clothes away...

I try to sit up and push back, but it fails, I become so weak, so dizzy, I'm like a rag doll at... the mercy of any. I don't remember how, but I feel my skin on the coldness of the floor and my body being continuously fondled. Then, out of the bleu, pain wracks through me, I scream in feeling something sharp and cutting stab inside me. I tried shifting away and screaming for help, but I could hardly scream, much less move..." Claude's emotions begins to intensify at this point, his voice had trailed off in a cracking whisper.

"So... I just lay there, unable to move much, feeling this torture, something tearing my insides apart! And when I manage to look, I saw... I saw him!..." Claude starts, sobbing harshly and pointing at the man with the pruners scythe. "He had an- an instrument of some sort, thrusting in and out of my-... out of me. I cry, begging him to stop, screaming it hurts, but my pleas go unheard as it continues... An-and, finally... the thrusting ends, but only for him to... thrust himself into me..."

Claude had buried his face in this hands out of utter humiliation and hurt. Sebastian's grip on him tightens as, hearing this was ripping his heart to pieces. But he had to hear this, in order to bring justice to his son. As heavy this was to say, Claude finishes, his emotions gradually worsening as he continues with the worst of this...

"... He thrust into my shaft, thrusting harshly, brutally... I cry and beg him, asking father to stop, to stop hurting me... I cry and cry, I beg him, don't hurt me... but he continued anyway. He only got worse each time I pleaded... He continued to bury deep inside me, deep past all he torn in me. It lasted forever it seemed, and I, I-I thought honestly I'd die before he finally came, his seed was hot and burning to the damage with in. He repeated this until he overflowed me, and... he used that sharp rod to prod and tear my shaft open more, so he could sink and spill his cum even deeper. I could do nothing. I... all I could do is pray for it to be over, or for someone to come and save me..."

Claude is done, ending it in soo many tears, curled into Sebastian's embrace. Claude finally looks up into Sebastian's face, seeing hurt and anguish riddle his features. "C, Claude..." Sebastian's voice was weak and trembling as his hand gently cups the face of his severely brutalized child. But as Sebastian stares Claude in the face, he notices something else. Slight bruising on Claude's higher cheek. "What happened here?" the butler says in slight alarm, staring at the bruise. Claude didn't want to say, he didn't want to talk about this any further. But in a deep breath, he looks away once before saying in a low, low voice, "... he... he hit me..." Saying that only brought more tears.

Sebastian couldn't fathom the anguish and rage present in his heart. Gently, he lays Claude to his side, assuring all would be well, but as he turns to face William and give him what for, the reaper was gone... he had totally disappeared. Sebastian was sooo mad with himself for not striking William on the spot, he didn't know what to do, until Claude cries out again. Sebastian turns back to Claude, lifting him gently and cradling him close in his arms. "P-Please, please help me... I'm in pain..." "Just relax, don't move," Sebastian's reply starts, lying back down, "don't move, lie still. I'll heal you, don't worry... I'm going to help you", Claude starts crying again, and it was hard for the elder butler to hold his tears down.

After a deep breath, Sebastian starts examining the ailing man, finding the abuse doing damage way worse than explained. He immediately tries to think, what is the best thing to do? What should I do first? Sebastian starts sprinting randomly, looking for something, anything... As he is not familiar with the Trancy Manor, it hits him that he needs to take Claude to the Phantomhive Manor for treatment. Instead of further searching aid, Sebastian wraps Claude in a clean dry sheet and a blanket. Claude continued to wheeze and whine, but Sebastian never grew tired of assuring him he would be well.

It was dark, damp and cold outside, not good for anyone whose body is exposed. Sebastian was running through the streets with Claude in his arms, who was bundled securely in the blanket in hopes it would be enough to hold heat until they reached Phantomhive's. Despite how well Claude was wrapped, the combination of frosty night air and blood loss caused the younger demon to experience a minor chill. The older butler saw this, and frantically raced even faster than he already was going. Hang on, just hang in a little longer, he whispers to his son.

Finally they arrive at Phantomhive, but the critical condition of young Faustus had nearly robbed him consciousness now, which put a great deal of worry on his 'mother'. Moving as fast as possible, Sebastian sneaks Claude into his room, frankly the easiest obstacle the butler faced the whole night. Gently laying Claude on his bed, Sebastian wraps the comforter around him, then went searching the first aid. The butler of Phantomhive returns, sitting by his wounded son thinking about the next step. He soon realizes, Claude needs to be cleaned before treated or bandaged, immediately bringing the bathroom to mind. The butler quickly darts to the bathroom, preparing a cool bath to place Claude in, believing cool water would feel more comfortable on his injuries.

Sebastian had gotten everything he needed for his son, then returned to fetch Claude. As he unwraps the younger butler, Sebastian found the sheet was saturated in blood. Seeing this ate his heart. At this rate, it seemed Claude would easily bleed to his death. Sebastian quickly took him to the bathroom and laid him in the cool water.

For one with a normal temperature, the water would be comforting. But for someone in Claude's condition, it was freezing. Sadly he hadn't the power to even whine right now. All he did was tremble weakly. Sebastian starts the cleaning, despite the water turning red from Claude's continuous blood loss. The butler then decides to keep the faucet running on Claude, in order to have constant renewed water to clean him with. This wasn't easy for Sebastian to do. Claude's member was horribly mutilated, semen oozed thickly mixed with his steady blood flow. Claude begins to whimper and shift very weakly in Sebastian cleaning his injuries. The butler of Phantomhive looks to see Claude barely awake with pitiful eyes. Sebastian has never seen his son so... broken... so... sad.

The anger of handling William's doing was strong in Sebastian's emotions. To think William would brutalize a spawn of his own, this badly... even demons denounced such actions. It angered him so... but, he couldn't think about that now, his thoughts had to be on his son's well being as it was his priority. All other issues, emotions and such was second.

By the time Sebastian came to the actual medical aid, he uncorks a bottle of cure all remedy, a medicine he was well acquainted with. However, the fluid applied wounds had a cutting, burning sting. Claude begins to whine slightly louder than before, despite his lack of energy, and he begins shifting, though very minimally. As Sebastian continued, the remedy flows deep into the urethra, causing it's terrible sting along the way.

Though his actions were small and slight, Claude was screaming beyond measure internally. Sebastian knew this was going to hurt, but had no idea of how bad it felt. He finishes and bandages Claude, and starts drying him with a soft towel only to find, his son crying again. "Ii-isss-stings..." his words were barely audible and slurry. Sebastian's heart drops. He immediately wraps Claude in a tender embrace. He didn't want more pain for his child. "I'm sooo sorry Claude, please... I, I couldn't do better... I'm sorry, I know it hurts...". Claude sobs quietly as his 'mother' lifts and carries him back to bed.

Claude is clothed and bundled in Sebastian's bed, laying on his side, deep asleep. Sebastian sits beside him, gently stroking his arm, watching the younger demon tremble with a chill. Claude was shivering from the cold bath, and Sebastian realizes after that much blood loss and being in cold water, Claude couldn't generate proper body heat to keep warm. Slowly and gently, Sebastian slips under the thick covers and slides next to his son. Claude was cold indeed. Sebastian wraps his arms around the younger, drawing him close to his much warmer being.

As Sebastian settles himself and is nearly asleep, he hears sobbing again, that is, Claude sobbing in his sleep. Sebastian feels so bad for his son; to be tormented even during slumber, a time when one should heal and escape from their ails. Sebastian lowers his lips to Claude's ear, whispering words of comfort and healing to him. Something worked as, shortly after Claude stops sobbing, and is silent. However, there were still tears in his eyes that couldn't be shaken. Sebastian shakes his head mentally, taking in the sorrowful, broken expression seen on his child's face.

"It's okay Claude... please. You're going to be fine... you'll be fine..." Sebastian lightly whispers repetitively, as thoughts fills his mind concerning how scarred his child is now, and if Claude would ever, ever recover... He thought about his son's health. William very well may have damaged Claude's health for life, and wondered if he would ever fully heal. Then came the thought that, he brought the butler of Trancy into the Phantomhive's home. Ciel would be infuriated and demand for Claude to leave. Sebastian surely can't let that happen...

It was as if everything was hitting him at once, and for the first time he could recall, tears began to stream his face. He never cried before, nor felt so... crushed. Claude's devastation broke him deeper than he even realized. Silently putting everything out of his mind, Sebastian finds falling asleep a struggle. And as Sebastian now sobs silently asleep, Claude unwittingly feels his 'mother's' pain, encouraging the shedding of his tears; together, 'mother' and son brave a night of sadness, while in deep slumber.

Yeah I was hurting while writing this ;A; sooo much sadness.

Pleeeease review and let me know IF I should continue... PLUS, I don't mind USEFUL criticism from GOOD intentions, but NO FLAMES PLEASE! IF YOU WANT TO FLAME A STORY OF MINE, READ FF7 FIC "MERCILESS" PLEASE!

~GNXmike