Ok, i think i have found a suitable length for chapters now, i will attempt to keep it at this length in the future. And yes, here is chapter 2

Phantomhive mansion was beautiful this time a year, Its roof glistening in sharp frost facing the rising sun, the sides of the mansion where all baked in by snowdrifts, acting like a big quilt put over the the landscape. And the Garden, Finnian thought was the most beautiful thing to behold during the winter, his trimmed bushes had turned into shimmering walls of snow and the small trees he had personally trimmed had assumed the appearance of cotton candy, lining the garden and the road up to the front.

It was Friday morning and Finnian stood at the gates of the the Phantomhive estate, next to him stood Grell, disguised as a young human male with a brown ponytail, wearing a suit.
Grell gave the boy a once over, all of his old clothes where in place, hell, he had even taken the time to repair the hole in the shirt and the straw hat, and much to his surprise Finnian had managed to scrub every ounce of blood from the fabric. That was quite the feat in the reapers book who knew just how dastardly hard it could be to get rid of blood stains.
The now-brunette gave the boy one last look over, satisfied he began the interrogation
- Now brat, i know that ..Sebba-darling has an almost irresistible allure brought on by force and underlined threat.-
Grell gave a pleasant sigh.
- But you need to pull it through, what will you say when he asks where you have been?-

Finnian made a pout and just for good measure added big sad eyes.
- I got so caught up with buying bird-seeds that i got lost, i could not find my friends and then i was all out of money.-

The redhead nodded, looking at the pouting boy with a slightly amused look.
- That sounds horrible, what did you do next?-

Finnian sighed, as if forced to re-tell a hurtful memory.
- I,..had to walk home, it was really cold, i-i had to steal a coat to make it through the long nights out.-

- You stole a coat?- Grell raised an eyebrow while handing Finnian a large fur-coat, the kind usually worn by upper-class ladys.

Finnian took the coat looking down at the ground with sad eyes.
- I feel so ashamed of myself, Mr. Sebastian you know i am not the bad kind, please you must believe me!-

Grell scoffed as he gave the boy a hard slap over his face, to the brunettes delight his cheek burst into a irritable reddish hue.
- Do not ever do that again, i will stand for having a gardener make the young master less in the eyes of his peers!-

Finnian groaned painfully as he placed his cold hand over the red area.
-Outch! what was that for? Mr Sebastian would never do that!-

Grell shrugged.
- True enough, he would not waste the effort on you, during our first encounter however..-
He chuckled.
- Well there will be more of that i am sure, but before you go, we need to make you look the part.-
Grell finished the sentence with an evil grin.
Finnian raised an eyebrow, the brunettes face, began to unsettle him.
- W-what do you mean i need to look the part? i got all my clothes here, you even helped me fix them, i got everything i need.-

Grell's face nearly broke into two as he graced the boy with one of his wide toothy grins.- Oh you do Finny, but that is just it, you look way to good to have walked and slept in the forest.- Grell cracked his knuckles for emphasis.

Finnian took several steps backwards.- I'll say i found an inn to repair my clothes and hade a good wash.- he swallowed.

Grell moved in closer, still with his toothy grin plastered over his face.
- No-can-do Finny, i am going to have to beat you up a little.-
Finnian could not believe what he was hearing, blinking several times.
- I just tell him another story!-

Grell merely shook his head slowly as he got a vice-grip around the boys neck, pushing him forcefully against an old oak.

Finnian was about to throw the reaper of him when he felt a familiar jolt along his spine. The boy cried out in frustration as Grell called upon their detestable bond to subdue him. He was not weak, that was the one thing he had and now it was taken away from him, it was just worthless!
Grell's eyes glowed in the winter-morning as he re-kindled their bond, watching the boy under his grip twist and chance, his hair turning unruly red, his eyes exploding in green-yellow and his barred teeth growing spiky, matching his own.
The elder reaper noticed his leather glove used to hold the boy in place was growing wet, his useless little pawn was so quick to tears, it was disgusting, disgustingly adorable Grell mused.
The first punches to the younger males face led to a broken lip, the second to a black eye. The reaper pushed his head backwards, denting the boys straw-hay against the oak and ingraining pieces of bark into his hair. He had planned on only beating him a little, but it was when the nosebleed began Grell found it difficult, that adorable face, so broken and bleeding with gorgeous red, it was just too much and he knew for a fact this none-human Finnian could take whatever punishment he threw at him.
The beating continued for awhile, accompanied by Finnian's ragged gasps. When a sufficient amount of blood had stained his white top Grell at last gave his charge the respite he so desperately sought.

Grell removed her now wet glove from the boys neck, letting the gardener fall forward into the snow, sobbing. The elder reaper worried however that he had indulged himself to much, this no longer looked like a forest survivor.
Looking at his own bloodied glove, he casually extended his tongue to lap up some of the blood.
Such a clear metallic taste, thats youth for you, he thought as he turned his eyes back on Finnian, this was still a problem. Placing a hand upon Finnians head he began to change his appearance back to that of Finnian, the human. A shame really, all this red and the sharp teeth with that beat-up face was a wonderful sight, but the plans demanded it.
Before leaving he gave Finnian a lasting look before saying. -Tell them you where robbed, it should make up for any errors you are bound to make.- With that said he jumped off unto the closest tree branch and then disappeared.

Finnian was not sure how long he stood like that, on all four, pooling blod-mixed spit into the snow below him when a pair of blank shoes with legs covered in black pants with stripes came into his view.
- The young master wants me to take care of you.-
The voice was eloquent and calm, but Finnian knew not to trust words after having been so severely beating by a master not breaking his smile.

The once more blonde closed his eyes, preparing for the worst, the pain from his beating crippled his joints, making it hard to move without aching, and maybe Sebastian knew, maybe he did not but Finnian gasped nonetheless in surprise when the butler kneeled before gently scooping him up in his arms. Groaning Finnian could not help to, despite of the pain feel a certain nostalgic feeling about being carried by the butler like this.
Sebastian walked in a brisk pace towards the mansion, occasionally glancing down at the masters hurt gardener.

Finnian begged any higher power that he would be allowed more time before Sebastian or the young master wanted to question him. Then he thought that the last couple of days had shown that the higher powers where not only uncaring but also cruel.
It would seem however that those in charge, William or otherwise had deemed fit to let him have small mercies as Sebastian did not say anything else as he carried Finnian up the stairs to the young masters bathroom.

Finnian looked up at Sebastian with a puzzled look as they entered the luxurious bathroom. The blonde's eyes grew wide as he saw a bathtub, the masters very own bathtub already filled with steaming water.
He was about to ask why he was not taken to his quarters when he was interrupted by Sebastian.
- If your painful groans are any indication i would say that it hurts a lot to move?- Sebastian asked, smiling with his eyes closed.
Finnian nodded slowly, realizing that Sebastian most likely did not see that he added. -Aye.-
Sebastian gave the boy a clinical once after before continuing.-I suggest you steel yourself as i help you undress.-
Finnian yanked in the butlers embrace, looking up at him with scared eyes, he had spent enough time having his integrity slowly stripped from him, he really did not want to continue down that path any longer then necessary.
Sebastian raised an eyebrow at the boy in his arms.- Unless, that would be a problem?-

A lot of things hurt when done, the blondes voice was just one of them. A rational voice in his mind told him that Sebastian would not hurt him and that really, there was not that many other options at hand.
Another voice, the more emotional one just went ''no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no.''

- Would you like me to get one of your friends to do it?- The ghost of a smirk wandered over his features as he saw the horror in the young gardeners face.
Finnian took a ragged breath, as he began to cough and felt the metallic taste fill his mouth once more it was made abundantly clear that he would not manage this task alone.

As of yet Sebastian did not know a thing about what had transpired with the boy, and that irked him. What was clear however was that the younger male felt powerless and exposed, if forced he would most likely shut like a clam.
- Let's play a game.- The butler slowly said.
This got the gardeners attention, he answered with a weary voice.-a game?-
Sebastian nodded as he graced the boy with another eye-closed smile.-It is called, Finnian decides, you will tell me what clothes to remove, if you do not want to part with a certain part of your charming attire, it remains on as you bath.-

Finnian looked down, somehow Sebastian knew, if not all but some, with a resigned sigh he nodded.

Sebastian gave him an alluring smile, his eyes opening to small slits.-Wonderful, i do not know a young boy who do not like to play games, so what will it be?,..my lord.-

The younger male gasped in surprise at the added title, or maybe it was the butlers eyes, Finnian could swear they had flashed red, if only for a moment, he looked down towards his feet as he quietly said.-m-my socks.-

Sebastian smiled and nodded - An excellent choice my lord, i will do my best to cause you as little discomfort as possible.-
As gently as he could, he placed the boy on the soft bathroom carpet, Sebastian sat down opposing Finnian, with careful hands he took the boys leg in his knee.

Finnian locked his eyes on Sebastian's hand softly caressing the edge of the boys knee-high socks.
To reinforce what he had told the boy earlier his hands went still, his eyes darting up to look at him.
-Do you want me to continue?-

Finnian decided to play along, if he for once was allowed to act as if he had any power, he might aswell make the most of it.
- You may.- he made the most pompous look he could bring forth, not an easy task being all bruised and bloody.

Sebastian gave the boy the tiniest of smirks as he slowly began to pull of one of his socks. The butler mused how different things would have been if he had ended up in a contract with the young man before him, the background of his young master and that of his gardener shared many similarities he thought.

Luckily his feet had remained unharmed during the beating and so it did not take long for Sebastian to have them removed. Next thing to go was bloodied top, it proved a lot more difficult to remove with earning pained moan's from its host. While Sebastian found them not at all displeasing, coming from such a delicate creature he had orders from his master to handle this one with care and so he proceeded with boundless patience as he made the gardener wiggle out of his shirt.

Then there was the pants, Sebastian had placed his thumb inside the rim as he watched Finnian for permission.
The blonde ached but it was not that which hurt that made this an issue right now, rather that which was soft, like Sebastian's caring but firm hands, undressing him piece, by piece or those strange, hungry eyes, watching him, it really was typical, had gone to such length to make him feel like he was in charge of the events. Finnian groaned, in charge was the last thing he felt like he was.

Bracing the shame he looked straight into the eyes of his superior as he simply stated:
- can you please look away when you are removing them, and the other, .-
Finnian looked at him with pleading eyes, his shame, his untimely excitement was not lost on anyone in the room, he knew it and yet he asked for silence and pretend.

Sebastian answered sincerely, his voice without a shred of mirth or other signs of cruel
enjoyment.
-Of course, my lord.- he locked eyes with Finnian as he moved his thumb one band deeper to that of the poor gardeners underwear.
- Just,..get on it with it already .- Finnian muttered under his bruised flush.
-Yes, my lord.- Sebastian answered now with a glint of humor as he pulled his thumb downward taking with him the 'hooked' pieces of cloth.

As quickly as possible Finnian turned his back on the butler, muttering a choked -thank you.-

Sebastian gave him a friendly smile.-What kind of butler of the phantomhive mansion would i be if i could not undress a young boy while keeping atleast a shred of his pride intact?-
Finnian almost felt like questioning the butlers word about keeping pride but he did not feel the strength to do so, instead he just groaned in defeat as he said:
- Can you lift me into the bathtub, ?-

Sebastian's friendly smile grew even wider. -Of course, my lord.-