A/N: Ok, so chapter 10. There are strong sexual themes, and small tidbits of rape. It's not very descriptive, but if you don't like it, then don't read it, honey. It's dark… and I cried a little for what I did to poor lil' Ciel… but its ok, Sebastian will comfort him. ;) I hope you like it! Review please!

Loves,

~PT

His Butler, Always

Ciel rose to consciousness with a start. Someone was touching him. There was no moment where he didn't know what was happening. He knew exactly where he was, and what was going on. The earl opened his two-toned eyes slowly, in no hurry to view the reason why someone had their hands him. The earl was only mildly surprised to see a brunette head leaning over him. It was a young man, and he seemed to be trying to quickly clean the earl's wound on his side.

"What are you doing?" Ciel asked accusingly, afraid of the brown-haired man's intentions.

Startled, the young man jumped away and Ciel got a good look at his features. He was dressed in a simple brown servant's shirt and trousers, and the earl caught a whiff of horse manure from him.

His eyes we surprising, however, they held a wise sadness, as if the young man seen too many horrifying things. Then again, who could not work for that insane Viscount and NOT be exposed to horror?

"I-I just thought your side should be tended to Earl Sir." the young man's voice was high and scared.

"Oh, thank you," Ciel managed to say, still a little shocked.

The man kept glancing towards the seamless door, and wringing his hands.

"Tell me, what's your name?" Ciel commanded.

"Tanner, you're Earl-ship," he said, and began nervously pacing.

"You're not supposed to be in here are you, Tanner?"

"No, mister Earl Sir, I saw the Master and his thugs bring you in. I-I just, uh, knew that if your side wasn't taken care of, that it, uh, would probably become infected Sir."

Ciel was genuinely touched that this stranger would think of something like that. "Thank you very much Tanner."

The man's sad, nervous face split into a wide, child-like grin and he was about to answer when the door slammed open, revealing a very large man sporting a large bat used for playing cricket.

"Macken!" the gorilla of a man shouted, though he was only a few feet from the object he was yelling at. Ciel winced as the sound echoed in a tinny manner throughout the closed room.

The brunette man scrambled to the far side of the wall, looking like his worst nightmare had just come to fruition. The gorilla laughed, and reached a huge arm over to grab the boy's shoulder and yanked him towards the door. Ciel heard a sickening crunch and Tanner's face crumpled in agony.

"Wait until the master hears about where you were and what you were doin'," the huge man laughed and shook the boy cruelly.

Tanner wailed at the motion and his arm hung weirdly by his side. Then, they were gone, leaving Ciel to hang in silence again.

Ciel knew that whatever the Viscount did to the man, it was not going to be good. He felt bad for Tanner, in his brief time meeting him, Ciel knew that he liked him. His sad, wise eyes told stories of a hard life, and Ciel understood hard lives.

He gave a small sigh and let his head Hang down again.

"Don't be sad, Ciel."

The earl's head came up and he looked quickly and warily around. Ciel couldn't see the man, but his poisonous voice flowed all around him.

"Why shouldn't I be? You're going to rape me, right? I have a right to be sad," Ciel tried to make the words sound threatening and nonchalant but he only succeeded in sounding like a frightened little kid. His words quavered and he himself shivered at the thought of the Viscount touching him.

"Tsk Tsk, you young man, are simply being crude," at this point the Viscount appeared, coming through the door while waving his hand in a reprimanding way towards the bound earl. "What I'm going to do to you, is only what you wished someone would do all along. Am I right? You've always wanted your delectable body to be touched like this," the man came closer and trailed a hand lightly down the young male's neck.

Ciel tried to bite the offending hand but was slapped harshly.

"You'll learn to appreciate my touch, pet," the Viscount said, smiling a little, "I'll make you never want for anyone else ever again."

"Sebastian will come for me, as he always does. It is in our contract, he is bound to me in a way you will never understand the power of," Ciel said this with a confidence that he didn't quite feel, after all... Where was his butler now?

The tall blonde haired man laughed, a horrid sound in the low ceilinged room, "Don't even think about that nuisance again. I have him in my clutches, and he isn't getting away from his chains anytime soon."

Still smiling cruelly, the Viscount tipped his head, as if a thought had just occurred to him, "He is actually quite a beautiful specimen himself... Possessing none of your feminine beauty, of course. However... I certainly do appreciate his masculine, slender, and beautiful physique. Maybe I shall make him scream my name as well? Hmmm? What do you think?"

"Don't you dare touch him! Keep your disgusting hands off of my butler, you revolting idiot!" Ciel screeched, almost completely insane with rage, thrashing in his bonds. "Sebastian! Sebastian! Where are you?"

The Viscount seemed taken aback by the sudden change in the earl's demeanor, however, he just smirked a little wider.

"So... Your butler, hmmm? You have had a partner before, then? Well, I suppose it's just my luck that you've already been sullied by the ministrations of a disgusting demon," the blonde man moved his hand down to cup the earl in his hand. "Not to worry, I won't neglect you simply because you aren't a virgin... It just means that we needn't prepare as much... We can get to the main event…" he paused to squeeze the earl through his night trousers, "much more quickly... How would you like tha-" the blonde man cut off on account of the earl's knee driving into his upper thigh, effectively forcing the man to his own knee. Ciel threw his other knee into the Viscount's face, as hard as his frail body would let him. The tall blonde cried out in pain and scrambled out of the earl's small range. Ciel shook slightly, from exertion, and the fact that the horrible man had touched his most private area, he retched quietly.

The viscount pushed himself off the ground hurriedly, spitting blood from where Ciel's small limb had connected with his mouth.

"I will make you regret that, oh yes. I'm going to torture you until you beg for mercy," the man's eyes flashed wildly, like a rabid dog. "But, I won't give it to you... I'm going to take your whore ass, hard, and you're going to scream... Yes, scream." The Viscount was practically jumping out of his skin, spitting, his face going red with insane rage.

If Ciel could move, he would be on the other side of the room right now, cowering from the mad abandon the Viscount was portraying. As he earl was still tied cruelly to the ceiling, he could only watch as the Viscount seemed to be losing a battle with himself.

"You'll never see that precious butler of yours again, I'll take his body, and then I'll take his life, but don't you worry," the blonde man's voice and mannerisms stilled in an instant and he moved forward again to touch the earl gently, "I'll take your body first."

With a gleeful chuckle, the deranged Viscount pranced towards the door, still bleeding from his mouth and red in the face.

Ciel hung his head, the only motion he could manage anymore. Sebastian had been captured? Is that what the man had meant? How? It made the earl sick at the thought of the Viscount demoralizing his own body, but it made him so much more angry and scared at the thought of the same man trying to do so with his butler. Ciel was sure that he would begin to lose his mind if his thoughts continued on this same track, so he tried to switch his thoughts to the young man, Tanner.

An only slightly better picture than that of his own.

Try as he might, he still couldn't stop thinking of his butler in chains. The mental image it created was so wrong, it hurt. There was no way that his butler had gotten himself caught in the nasty Viscount's nets... He was too smart, too strong for that.

No, Sebastian would come for him.

That, Ciel was sure of.

Even in his dire situation, it still amused the earl that the Viscount had thought that he and his butler were "an item". Though, Ciel had just begun to come to terms with his feelings for Sebastian, he was not at all certain that his affections were returned, and even if they were... He had no experience in relationships.

The earl brushed those thoughts aside, this dingy cell was no place to be entertaining such notions. Minutes stretched into hours, and Ciel began to feel weak from lack of food and his entire body hurt from the position he was tied in. His mind began to try and think about when the Viscount would carry out his plan, to rape his body. He felt almost dulled to the prospect, as if the waiting had made it less of a problem. He called out to Sebastian, with all of his might, he cried out.

There was no answer, and the earl's faith in his demon waned.

Just as he was about to slide into a listless unconsciousness, Ciel heard the door open again.

"Are you falling asleep on me, Ciel?" the musical tone of the Viscount's voice lilted through the chamber. "You can't do that! The fun is just about to begin!"

Ciel shut his eyes tightly, adrenaline and fear rushing through his small body. This was it. He heard the door close, and the clank of some items hitting the floor. When he opened his eyes a crack, he immediately wished that he had left them closed.

The Viscount was standing, nude, over a pile of what looked like torture devices. Ciel spotted what looked like a whip with knotted ropes at the end. Ciel shut his eyes quickly and was sure he would faint.

He felt a stinging slap make its way across his cheek, and he cried out against the pain it brought.

How many times had the man slapped him?

How long had he even been here?

"You are going to look at me Ciel," the rapist said, still in the light-hearted manner.

Ciel forced himself to look at the man, trying to focus on his face. The Viscount yanked the rope down from the ceiling, bringing Ciel's arms down to their positions stretched above his head.

As his arms fell, he gave a scream.

There hadn't been circulation in his arms for who knows how long and the sudden flow of blood caused excruciating pain to the earl. He fell limply to the ground, vaguely aware that the floor was stained with his own life liquid.

His eyes were open, but he hardly saw anything over the dark shadows that clouded his vision. His hands were still tied together behind him, and he barely knew what to do.

Should he try and stand?

Should he just wait?

Ciel didn't get a chance to decide, for the Viscount hauled him up roughly with a large hand to the earl's frail upper arm. Ciel whimpered at the horrible pain, but managed to stay mostly quiet. The blonde man gave Ciel no time to think as he began ripping off the boy's night clothes, throwing the soiled garments carelessly aside. Ciel began to fight then, with a desperation he didn't know he possessed. His limbs flailing against the agony, eyes squeezed shut as his slender limbs connected with the Viscount's much larger and sturdier frame. The blonde man quickly subdued the earl with a swift, hard blow to his back, laying the earl on the ground yet again. Ciel's vision was blurry from tears and blood from a cut above his eyebrow.

"Stop it!" the blonde man snarled, kicking the earl in the rib. Ciel's captor heaved panting breathes as he stood over him, then crouched down, pressing his length against the boy's side. "I can make this pleasurable for you... Or I can make this painful," on the last word, the man smacked Ciel's back, leaving a scorching red mark and had the earl arching his back in agony.

The man then gently, almost mockingly, positioned the younger male so that he was on his knees, hands still tied behind him, and his legs slightly apart. The man draped his tall form over Ciel's small one, so that his lips were touching Ciel's ear. "When I tell you to, you say my name, got that?"

Ciel shook in complete terror, begging the gods, demons, and angels to save him from this man. His mind flashed back and forth between the similar situation five years ago, and the present. The earl felt the blonde man behind him, his length prodding his thigh, his hands gripping the boy's skin. His mind felt the pain of the bindings and the horrible act thrust upon him.

Then, as he had called out to Sebastian the first time, his mind, soul, and voice combined into one force and he screamed out the name, his whole being thrown into that one name. It seemed to echo through the corridors of his mind as he felt the repulsive Viscount push into him from his spot behind him.

Ciel closed his eyes, pain filling his entire form.

Just as Ciel felt himself slipping into a dark abyss, he heard a rage-filled howl. He forced himself to conquer the pain, and the sorrow his mind felt in time to see his butler, flash through the air, his beautiful face contorted into a mask of utter fury, eyes glowing an intense violet and set upon the Lord Aleister Chambers.

Ciel let his eyes close again.

His Sebastian had come for him.

He was safe.

His delicate ears picked up the screams and pained sounds coming from the Viscount, as Sebastian laid into him, tearing him apart, presumably limb from limb. Soon, the torturous sounds trailed off into an abhorrent gurgle and finally dying out completely. Ciel felt his bonds torn to shreds and long arms embrace him. His two-toned eyes still closed, Ciel felt himself being cradled to his butler's chest, tightly and comfortingly. Ciel smiled, or so he thought, as he dropped off that ledge, into darkness and blissful unconsciousness.

A/N: What did you think? PLEASE REVIEW! I loves those things. I hope I didn't offend anyone!

~PT