A/N: Heyyyyyy guys. So, whatdja think of the last chapter? This one is also going to be a bit vague, I'm writing it in someone's point of view, but I won't tell you who's it is until the end of the story. (BTW this whole thing is a huge flashback, this isn't actually happening when Alois is found by Ciel.) PS: LOTS OF YAOI HERE. I'm sorry I haven't been writing a lot of BL stuff in this book (go ahead and shoot me. *dodges bullet* I didn't mean literally!) but I PROMISE I'll start writing more towards the end. But for now you get another BL scene, so enjoy it because it's going to be a while until I write another one!

Chapter 10

[Flashback]

I'm shivering. So cold out here. Brr. I pull my wrinkled blanket closer to my body. It's snowing and my tattered clothes aren't helping. A person passes by; it takes a while for me to remember to hold out my cup with faded marker barely reading DONATIONS. Only the person just walks by me, as if they didn't see me. Wouldn't surprise me. I'm as small as a rodent and not very loud. My past taught me to keep myself quiet to not burden others.

A breeze cruelly cuts through my skin and threatens to sicken me. But I am strong, I know how to be strong. If you don't mind I'd like to not talk about my past for now. I don't trust you. Are you a friend? I hope so. Please don't hurt me. You won't? Ok, but it'll take a while for me to trust you. Are you ok with that? Really? Well alright, come sit here. I'll try to make a fire. Shoot I'm all out of firewood. Do you mind sitting in the cold? Ok then, here I have a spare blanket.

I wish I could warm you some hot chocolate. Have you ever tasted it? It's really good. Only I don't have any fire to warm it. Why do I live like this? Well...you could say I was abandoned. A fire erupted and both my parents died in front of me, like I literally watched them burn to death. Pretty hardcore huh? I've accepted it over time, before I used to think that the fire was my fault, like God was punishing me or something. But don't worry I'm fine.

You know, it's good to have a friend. No one ever wants to be friends with me because I'm just a homeless. My name? It's _. What? Yes that's my last name. No way I don't look like him! What? You say that I'm _? Oh please that's crazy talk, how could I be _? That's impossible! How on earth could I be related to them!?

[Passing of Time]

I sit down properly in my seat, drinking a sip of delicious coffee. It's been such a while since I've had any and it tastes so good with hazelnut creamer. Softly placing my cup on the table, I wipe my mouth clean and look out the window from my chair. It's too foggy so I can't go outside and do my normal shopping. Sigh. I plop my head on the table and let a groan pass my lips. It's so boring. There's absolutely nothing to do. I decide that it would be best if I would just take a shower or something. Yes, that's how bored I am.

Slowly I drag my feet towards my room and shower, when a voice startles me. But I immediately relax because I already know who it is. And he was only saying my name. I turn around and face him with a face that says 'don't bother me or you die.'

"What."

"Where are you going?"

"To take a shower. Why?"

"Because I thought you might use a drink." He hands me a small cup of hot cocoa, and I have a flashback. That time when I was in the street, my old donation cup, how my life completely changed.

"I'm not thirsty."

"Oh come now, just drink it." I decide to drink the stupid thing because I know he's going to be pestering me the whole day to drink it. I don't know why he cares so much about my health, just because I was on the verge of death on the streets doesn't mean that I'm still that tiny fragile person. At first it was hard for me to get used to eating more than crumbs; yeah sure I can finish a meal, but my stomach was so small I could barely eat more than five bites.

After I've drained the cup, I immediately feel dizzy. My head spins all around the narrow hallway and it's like the world is circling out of control. I almost collapse on the floor if he hadn't have caught me. Softly he drags me to my room, my feet scrape the wooden floors smoothly as I'm entered into my room. He then closes the door and I hear the popping sound of a lock.

"Why'd you lock the door?" I ask naively.

He looks at me with a smile I've never seen: full of malice. "Because I'm going to do something I've always wanted to do."

"Like wha-" Just that instant I feel cuffs around my wrists and ankles automatically. At first I don't notice it, but when I can't pull my limbs I begin to get frightened. I call his name. "W-What's going on?"

He giggles-giggles!-and says "Oh you'll see, though I doubt you'll enjoy it. I don't know if your filthy body will say otherwise..." He slowly walks towards me with an evil smile full of hatred, hips swaying this way and that way, winking in such a way that would make all women melt. My eyes brighten up and I'm curious but also a teeny bit scared of what's going on. He's got my heart thumping when he holds out a knife.

With a touch as cruel and soft as moth wings, he slowly rips the expensive material of my dress shirt while using to tip of the blade to cut a delicately bloody line on my chest. He flings the shirt out of the way and leaves me bare from the hips up. My body flinches when he licks around the cut, sucking on the blood, growling like a vampire in the dead of night. It's slightly painful. He licks up towards my neck but stops at one of my small nipples to gingerly lick them. My face contorts into some twisted expression of ecstasy; it's my first experience at something like this, although I've heard of this stuff I've never even tried it. I grab his head to make him stop but he does something.

He slaps me straight on the face.

I immediately try to lift my hand to my cheek but it's cuffed. A glistening tear streaks down my face as I look at him. "W-W-Why?"

"Because you are a stupid brat that needs to be taught a lesson." He uses the knife in his hand to gently poke my small nipples, and I squeak. One wrong move and I could seriously be dead. The knife moves up towards my neck in a slicing position and I hold my breath.

"You know you deserve to die. I should kill you. I'd probably be rewarded by God if I would; but I won't. I'll make your life worse than death." I'm so mesmerized with terror I don't notice one of his pale hands moving down my pants until I feel something rest upon...down there. I breathe out but regret it when he brings the knife a smidgen closer to my neck. I try hard not to make a noise but when I feel his hand softly rubbing on me I can't help the little whimpers that escape. I never even knew that this could feel good. But I can't let these feelings get the best of me, I've got my life to think of. I'm trying to think so hard but my pleasure blocks every thought out of my brain. It's only rubbing but I'm panting like a dog. As his hand ducks under and gets towards my skin I inhale sharply and arch my back. I get so frightened because I feel my neck gliding across the sharp knife, like a millimeter from getting cut.

"You move, you die." His hands grab me and start stroking, and I use all my strength not to move as much. I look down and see that I've gotten hard from all of this, which fills me with shame. How could I actually be enjoying this? It's like my own body is betraying me. I start whimpering like a baby as he starts moving harder and faster, uncovering the skin and revealing my most sensitive area.

"Ahn! S-S-Stop, I feel weird, l-like I'm g-going to-!" I let out another yell as I cum for the first time. Once coming down from my high, I look at the substance and see that it's white and sticky. And I though I had just had an accident.

But it doesn't stop there. I feel something cold touch me even more down there, to my small pink hole, but I jump when I feel it go inside me. I wince; it feels so terribly weird, I never even thought you could do something like that to it.

"Ooh, your nice and tight. This is going to be fun." Another finger, and more tears go down. Not only is it uncomfortable, but it hurts. It hurts so bad it feels like my body's on fire. As I'm enduring the extremely painful feelings, a time comes that all the hurt goes away and turns into something good. As that spot in me is hit over and over, it doesn't take long for me to need to cum again. Unfortunately he grabs onto me before I have the chance.

"Nah ah ah. Not until I cum. Ten times." I feel something prodding me and I let out the biggest scream as I'm literally entered for the first time. Now it hurts like hell, I'm constantly crying and whimpering from all of the pain. I'm seriously terrified that my body might split in half by the way it feels. But at an even faster time, that spot is hit inside me dead on. I end up cumming hard, but I remember his words: " Not until I cum. Ten times".

"You moan to loudly. Here, yell into this." I hear something being ripped, and a piece of tape smacks my mouth. As I keep on yelling from the repeated thrusting, it sounds more muffled and not as loud.

It feels like an eternity, constantly being entered and filled until I feel the same process happen ten times. When he pulls out of me, I can feel myself being incredibly sore and something is coming out. He gives me the most malicious smile I've ever seen, and says these words that he would continue to say for years.

"I hope you enjoyed yourself. Ciel Phantomhive." The Sebastian gives me a smirk and leaves the room.

To think this has been going on for years and no one knows about it. Not that I'd even dare tell anyone.