I've simply decided to split what was going to be the first chapter into two parts to allow for readers to interpret the situation of their own accord. Again, thank you for my lovely beta reader and my lovely friend IhUgGeDaBeAr!

All I have to say for this chapter is... I've taken quotes directly from IhUgGeDaBeAr's fanfiction (with permission of course)and...decided to exploit Sebastian's sadistic, demonic side...

Enjoy ^^

Ciel's eyes opened slowly; he felt tired, but restless. Blinking a few times, he realized that his eyes felt swollen. The morning's sunlight seeped through the cracks of the curtains, but something inside his mind made him feel uneasy. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands, hoping the uncomfortable feeling in his eyes would go away, only to find them warm to the touch. His cheeks immediately flushed with embarrassment, knowing that he had somehow ended up crying himself to sleep and his butler, no doubt, saw. Where is he anyway? He should have woken me up hours ago… Even through the small crack of light that seeped through the folds of the curtain, he could already tell that the light was much brighter than the usual early morning sun. It seems Sebastian didn't even bother to wake him up today.

"Since when have you become so neglectful, Sebastian?" Ciel muttered under his breath, sinking into his pillow. His patience was wearing thin, but he sat there, waiting, the frown on his face growing with every passing second. That lazing bastard! Wait until I-

There was a loud crash followed by a frantic scream, signaling the arrival of Mey-Rin. As he narrowed his eyes in annoyance, the door of his bedroom slowly opened. To his dismay, there she stood, at the other side of the doorway, disheveled with her glasses crooked and hair a mess, possibly due to the ordeal she had gone through just beforehand. "I-I'm so sorry, Young Master! Mr. Sebastian had asked that I ready you in the morning b-but said not to disturb you when you were sleeping and now it's almost noon!" With a hasty bow, she continued, stuttering, "A-and I'm su-supposed to d-d-d-dress you when you wake up. I'm so sorry!" With her now-crooked glasses, she made an immediate dash to Ciel's wardrobe only to crash into it, only to scream out her frantic apologies as she rambled on.

"Stop it. That's enough." All the commotion was only causing Ciel to have a migraine to add to his growing frustration towards his still-nowhere-to-be-seen butler. With his hands at his temples in an attempt to ease the growing headache, he couldn't stop himself before he spoke,

"Where's Sebastian?"

"You called for me, young master?" Sebastian seemed to have materialized at the doorway, making Mey-Rin jump with a scream before running out of the room. "Is something the matter?"

"Don't give me this nonsense! Where the hell were you? I demand an explanation. Now!"

"There is no explanation other than my reasoning that you should simply rest. That is all. Do you have any further questions?"

For some reason, the calm, collected tone of Sebastian's voice only angeredthe young earl even thinking, he grabbed the nearest object and threw it as hard as he could at his butler's head, although, as expected, Sebastian caught the object in his hand without even blinking.

"Are you finished with these childish games, Young Master?" Sebastian remained where he was – standing at the doorway, calm and collected as ever. "Why are you still not dressed?"

"Are you daft?" Ciel held back his urge to simply scream at his butler, "That's your damned job! You were the one that was supposed to wake me!" He threw another random object at Sebastian in a fit of blind rage, "You're the butler so it's your duty to dress me in the morning and - S-Sebastian? What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Sebastian stepped inside locking the door behind him and made a slow advance towards his little master. "Hm… it is indeed true that it is my duty as your butler to do such things, Young Master." His collected tone and cold gaze never faltered, as his eyes focused on his master – still in bed. "But I am sure you will, if you have not already done so, figure out why I am so cross with you at the moment." He stopped at the Ciel's bedside; arms crossed over his chest as he stared down at his master.

"I have no idea what your damned problem is, you damned bastard! Now explain your actions!"

"Oh? Must I? You, who is my master and my "beloved"? I am sure I've made myself more than clear that your person is fit to be touched by me and no other? And you allow another person – another demon no less, to violate you in such a manner?"

"So this ridiculous behavior of yours is because of that?" Ciel grabbed at Sebastian's clothes, yanking himself up to stand on his bed to return the the cold gaze with his own furious glare. "I was helpless, you bleeding bastard!"

"My, my… such dirty, crude language, Young Master." With preternatural speed, an arm quickly made its way behind the child's knees, sweeping his legs beneath him. Ciel collapsed onto the bed, uttering nothing more than a yelp in surprise, before he was pinned down at his shoulders by his butler. "You say you were helpless, my Lord?"

"Let go of me this instant!" Ciel immediately began to struggle – feeling the weight of Sebastian's grip over his shoulders. But his own pride prevented him from simply giving in.

"Must I? Do you know how much you've displeased me with your irresponsibility regarding to this situation? Or shall I simply show you?"

"You will do no such thing, you bastard. Now release me at once."

"And if I were to refuse?"

"It's an or – "

Sebastian's hand moved from pinning down the his master's shoulder to covering the his mouth; eyes glowing with sadistic pleasure as he spoke, "I am afraid I will not be listening to any orders from you today, Young Master. But instead…" His voice trailed off before he pressed his forehead against his master's. "Allow me to show you the consequences of your misdeeds." It took a few seconds for the young earl to register what had happened and it didn't take long for him to begin to struggle even harder, fighting to free himself. The strength that held him down by the jaw was overpowering, to say the least. All he could do, by instinct, was to bite down on Sebastian's hand. "You look rather desperate to escape, Young Master. I can hear your heart beating, faster and faster in panic. I can even see the bits of blood on my glove from where you have bitten down; hard enough to draw blood in an effort to escape my grasp. Should I voice out how disappointed I am to know that you did not even try to fight when you were in the hands of that Trancy butler?"

Ciel simply glared on, his hands wrapped around the arm of his captor, trying to pry it away but to no vail. The more he struggled, the more tired he became. His stomach growled with hunger and what little reserve of strength he had was quickly being used up.

"Oh that's right… you haven't eaten since we returned to the manor after that ordeal, have you, Young Master?"

S-Sebastian! Fear and panic ran through his body. He was trapped. He shook his head frantically and began to kick – or at least tried. His neck was beginning to hurt from the weight Sebastian applied to cover his mouth. His hands gripped onto Sebastian's arm in a seemingly futile effort as tears began to form. There he was… under the butler's weight, choking back tears in panic? Fear? Anger? His jaws were getting so sore from biting on Sebastian's hand… the very hand that held him in such a loving, gentle caress only days before. Images of that previous night's harrowing experience flashed into his mind as he closed his eyes shut, pleading silently that the tears collecting at his eyes would not fall.

"Mmm~? But you should know I cannot be stopped, young Phantomhive." His head had leaned down, slender, colorless lips hovering above the curvature of Ciel's ear. The Elder's hips had rolled slowly, grinding themselves a bit harder against the other males. to becoming aroused…

Sebastian… how can you be so dense? His pride was the only thing that kept the tears from falling now.

"N-No!" His voice cracked, as he tried pushing at him once more, the blush that tinted his pale, porcelain-like cheeks seemed to grow. Violation. Yes this is what it was, but how would he call his for his butler if he couldn't even find his voice to do so?

It's not my fault that I couldn't call out for you,r name Sebastian! Why won't you believe me? Stupid demon! Why the hell are you being so unreasonable?

"St-stop... Now... Stop... pl...ple-" He took in a deep, unsteady breath and finally found his voice, he screamed at the demon. "Stop!" As he tried to thrash, tried to kick, tried to move, he felt the demons hand move lower. This caused his blush to grow and stopped his weak attempts to move to stop. "Let me go! Stop! Don't do disgusting things!"

I… I was blushing but that doesn't mean anything, Sebastian! I was violated! VIOLATED!

… The young Earl let out a gasp. He was clearly surprised by the turn of events. Surprised this was happening. He tried to twist out of his reach now, he wanted to be free of this. He trembled violently. How would he show his face now? To anyone? … Though his body seemed to be enjoying this torture. A small moan had escaped his lips. How could his body defy him now? Give into him so easily? He was so confused, but so angry and scared.

… The long, fleshy appendage had continued to glide along the child's neck, leaving a trail of saliva in its place. In response, the child tilted his head, exposing more of his neck. His body was defying him indeed. It might have been true.

Damn it… Ciel continued to thrash about, trying to shake himself loose from Sebastian's grasp. He was beyond terrified now. Please… stop Sebastian… don't you know how much you're hurting me? Do you even care?

As another moan escaped him, he began to think hard, closing his eyes tightly, trying to think this was Sebastian to calm him down, but even this did not calm his nerves. He was so terrified. Yet, enjoying this touching. …

It's not fair! He dug his nails into Sebastian's arms in a last effort in desperation to free himself. You were supposed to comfort me because I was almost raped! This isn't love! His jaw was tired from biting down on his butler's hand – he could already taste the metallic taste of the Sebastian's blood in his mouth. You're my lover! You're supposed to be loving! You're supposed to comfort me! I am the victim, damn it!

"Your body has been tainted by another, Young Master…" Sebastian muttered under his breath while he used his teeth to remove the glove from his free hand – exposing his slender fingers and black nails before resting it on the child's barely clothed chest.

Every word Sebastian had uttered sounded like an icy chill, that soft whisper in Ciel's ears only bringing about a new wave of panic. He froze as Sebastian's free hand wandered lower and lower down his body, unsure of what the demon had in store. He could feel that hand slip in between his legs. Sebastian! Stop! Please! Those tear-filled eyes stared at the figure that loomed over him, begging helplessly as the hands that gripped onto his butler's arm gave one final desperate jerk to free himself. W-What are you going to do?

"…So much that your body even carries the scent of another," Sebastian continued, his eyes showing no emotion; cold and heartless. Ciel winced as sharp nails dug into his thigh before trailing down his leg; feeling the burning sensation of his skin being scratched away. "I'm going to make sure I rid your body of his putrid scent."

How can you do this, Sebastian? Ciel could feel the warm tears falling from his eyes, his eyes wide with disbelief and pain. It was getting increasingly difficult to hold back his tears. He could feel the sharp nails digging into his other leg, feel his skin being ripped open as he let out another muffled scream. His grip on his butler's arm weakened, while he gave another weak tug. It hurts! Sebastian!

Sebastian's bloodstained fingers trailed their way back to the collar of his helpless little master's nightshirt. "Every inch of your body reeks of his scent…" With his crimson eyes now focusing on his master's small, frail form, his fingers began to claw at the fabric, ripping it into shreds – paying no mind to what cuts and scratches his master obtained in the process. At last, bits of fabric that clung to Ciel's frail frame were ripped away. The pain was…excruciating.

Ciel let out another muffled scream as Sebastian tore at his flesh. He shut his eyes tightly – choking back more tears. There… really isn't a point in… fighting is there? You're a demon… how can I hope to – All thought stopped as he was flipped over onto his stomach. The stabbing pain from his bleeding cuts coming into contact with the fabric of his blankets shot though his entire body, but the hand over his mouth held back his screams. His throat was raw now, it hurt to even swallow; with every hiccup and muffled scream, it felt as if his throat was being ripped open from the inside out. The only relief was that he no longer needed to see those hate-filled crimson eyes. His hands grabbed at his blood-smeared sheets as he felt those razor-sharp nails digging into his back, peeling skin from flesh. He wasn't sure what to do anymore; holding back his screams… how long can he keep at it? No one was there to save him. After all, the one person that he had always thought of, in a way, as his savior, was the one tormenting him now. Who else was left to come to his rescue? The stench of his own blood overwhelmed him with a sense of disgust.

"Now…where else did he touch you?" That voice, even without looking into Sebastian's eyes, he could hear the animosity. Ciel stiffened immediately, as if by reflex, when he felt a finger brush by his entrance. "He touched you here as well, did he not? He touched inside here too…"

The young earl braced himself for the inevitable, closing his eyes tightly shut, more tears streaming down, dampening the sheets. His body was already covered in cuts and scratches; the wounds burned painfully at the slightest bit of movement. He could feel Sebastian's slender finger pushing inside him slowly – the feeling of it making his heart beat faster in his chest for fear of what was yet to come. The young earl bit down harder on the Sebastian's hand that was still clamped tightly around his mouth. All he wished now was for the pain to be over, but even that simple wish was left ungranted. He could feel the finger inside him moving – clawing at his insides. Sebastian! Stop! This is going way too far! He barely stopped himself from making a sound as he felt a second, then third finger force its way inside. Those nails…those razor-sharp, claw-like nails scratched against the inside of his body. He bit back his screams as he felt his insides giving away – felt the nails penetrating his insides slowly tearing him apart from the inside out. The pain was indescribable.

"I'm going to rid your body of everything that he had tainted. And I will be sure to be thorough."

Ciel simply lay there now, heartbroken, exhausted, simply waiting for the pain to go away. Every little gasp for breath made his throat sting. His hiccups and silent sobs made it rather difficult to breathe. Why is this happening to me?

The young Earl Phantomhive blinked his eyes, trying to clear his tear-filled vision. Was it morning? Night? How long has this torture gone on? Blinking vigorously to rid his eyes of the tears that blurred his vision, a flash of darkness and a tall shadow stood before him. Death? Was that truly what his fate would be? Sebastian… was going to kill him? The shadowy figure placed what he could only assume was a hand on his forehead. It was the only source of warmth and comfort he's felt since the beginning of this entire ordeal. The pain that coursed through his body slowly seemed to have melted away even if it was only for a mere few seconds. To think… in the end, I would be begging and welcoming death.

Ciel blinked again, and the shadow was gone - stench of blood mixed with tears overpowered his senses. A new wave of pain shot through his body. He could feel the sensation of a warm liquid filling his insides, seeping out through between his legs, adding to the ever-increasing metallic scent of blood that slowly filled the room. Without the strength to fight, he simply laid still. Waiting. How long will this go on…? He felt a slight sense of relief when the fingers finally withdrew from inside his body – the smallest bit of movement that brushed against the newly made wounds burned unbearably.

The young earl tried to move his body, attempted to turn around and face his tormentor only to find that his body was completely paralyzed. He almost wished that he was dying. Every inch of his body was covered in scratches; some bleeding more than others. He tried to turn his head to face Sebastian but it felt as if his neck was locked in place. Simply lying there, unmoving, the young earl's eyes scanned whatever they could. Sebastian was nowhere to be seen – at least in his field of vision. Even something as menial as that gave the little Earl some sense of peace. Does it mean this is over? Please… let it be over. I… can't take any more of this… not from you… Sebastian.

"You seem rather… relaxed…" There went that voice; where was it coming from?

"S-Seb…as…tian…" Ciel's eyes moved back and forth frantically searching for the source of that voice – his voice, raspy and dry, was barely a whisper. Please… no more…!

Ciel felt a strong tug on one of his wrists before his body seemed to be effortlessly flipped over. The sudden shift in position only resulted in another sharp stabbing pain from his backside as the open wounds made contact with the blood-stained fabric. He choked back another scream but could not stop his body from flinching instinctively. He wanted nothing more than to get away but in his weakened state, with those two strong hands pinning his body down, escape was impossible.

"Have you had enough, Young Master?" The young earl could feel Sebastian's cold eyes studying him, watching. Ciel squeezed his eye shut, refusing to meet the hiss gaze, but nodded slowly. "That's unfortunate… I may have rid you of that other demon's putrid scent…But even so, I suppose it could never change the fact that such an event took place, could it?"

What else can you possibly do to me…?

"Did you enjoy our little game today, Young Master?" Ciel felt an icy-cold hand brushing against his cheek. "This punishment…" Ciel felt the Sebastian's nails digging into a fresh wound.

"Sebas…tian… please…just… stop." Ciel managed to choke out trying to hold back the fresh tears that collected in his eyes. To think that I would be reduced to this; begging for the end of this madness…

"What if I refuse? Your soul has been tainted, little master. Your soul no longer holds the taste that I have hoped to devour. Which means there is no longer any reason for this contract to exist."

But it's not my fault!

"And so, it is to my most utmost regret that I shall be resigning from this position."

"Then… end my… life…" The words slipped out from him quietly, barely a whisper. He returned to attain revenge with the help of a demon. Even though their time together had also developed a mutual love between the two. Of course, he would hardly think that after this ordeal his beloved butler would love him. If you still loved me, you wouldn't do this to me… no matter what. If he no longer had his trump card, how would he ever hope to do what he returned from that hell-hole to accomplish? Without you by my side… what exactly would be my purpose in living?

And then, there it was again, that soft, heartless chuckle. "Do you think I would allow you to leave this world so quickly? To kill you now would be showing you mercy and it is not in a demon's nature to show mercy. I'm going to keep you alive, Young Master, and watch as you live out your life with the constant reminder of this day; watch… as you break slowly because you destroyed what could have been with your foolishness."

Ciel could feel Sebastian's cold hand brush against his chin, taking hold of his jaw, forcing him to stare back at his tormentor. Tears no longer clouded the young earl's vision, with his eyes staring back at Sebastian's. His heart had long since stopped beating out of fear; his mind calm. Then I will take my own life and I will make you watch. I will not allow you the satisfaction of seeing me break, ever again. "…Fine…" He managed to force out of his raw, stinging throat, "You are not to… come near me… or touch me…not even when…I'm a rotting corpse, is that understood… demon; not until my… bones become nothing more than… dust."

"Hn… charming. From this moment onwards, the contract is no longer valid, although the mark on your eye shall remain for the sole purpose of my knowing and watching your every move. You cannot escape this fate, little master. And I will make sure to enjoy watching you break. But in the meantime, I have other matters to take care of. You will not be the only one to feel my wrath today." Ciel could feel the other's icy touch break contact with his skin; the towering figure above him retreating from his range of sight. Was it alright for him to relax now?

Closing his eyes, Ciel stayed where he was, breathing slowly, trying to listen for the Sebastian's footsteps while picturing the him leaving. Perhaps now, I can finally get some peace and quiet. He heard the footsteps moving away from him, the sound of the window opening and the gentle flutter of cloth before all was silent. It was done; his hopes for revenge – the only reason for his return… the only reason he was alive now, was taken away. You bastard…demons are all the same. How typical…preying on humans… heartless, each with a cruelty that is inhuman. To think I would fall for something like you… Love is blinding isn't it? But… I can't hate you…

With what little ounce of strength he had left, Ciel rolled over onto his stomach, trying to ignore the pain that shot through his body. The wounds that covered his body were at least covered in drying blood and healing. He pushed himself up from the bed, letting out a soft groan – feeling a wound reopening from the strain. Finally managing to struggle to his feet, he held the bedpost for support and slowly made his way to the opened window. I won't let you see me break, Sebastian. I'll rather die. He gripped tightly to the edge of the window and leaned forward as his legs gave away from underneath him. He could see the side of the manor now, and realized how high he really was from the ground.

Gathering his strength once more, Ciel forced himself to stand and lifted up his injured legs to climb to the window's ledge. You're not allowed to come near me Sebastian… I'd like to see how you'll stop me from this. I will not allow you to have the satisfaction of watching me.

He looked down at the ground that seemed so far away from where he stood, taking slow deep breaths to calm himself down. He had no idea it was this high, yet… a feeling of relief washed over him. At least this height will make certain that this fall would end his life. His legs no longer trembled as he stood at the window's edge; there was no turning back now.

With one final leap, his small body flew out of the window but Ciel was calm; feeling the wind that rushed by his ears felt so comforting. He never felt so calm in his life as at that moment, as he closed his eyes and waited for the inevitable impact.

God had forsaken me but I had you to protect me. But now that you have forsaken me…I have nothing left.

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But in the end, I want you to know; I love you…until the very end.

Well, this is the end of the second chapter. What are your thoughts? Comments? I'd love to hear them from the lovely readers that have read this far. Thank you for reading and I hope you like it thus far!