WARNING: This chapter is rated M—(or so I believe) Continue at your own risk.
Disclaimer: Goddamnit. I can only own Ciel and Oz in my dreams!
A/N: Because of some feedback from a fellow writer, I've decided to make Ciel's age back to Eleven (or, I think Ten will be better), rather than being Twelve. I'm just too lazy to edit the first chapter, so I apologize for that. She said that Ciel being Twelve doesn't suit scenes like this one, not to mention that I made him a crybaby.
Chapter IX: Who Killed the Wicked Witch?
Viscount Druitt didn't waste any more time and had his visitor fetched already. He welcomed the Baron with his trademark smile, hiding the annoyance on his face.
"You called for me quite early. I thought you'll have me fetched by tomorrow?"
Aleister turned to his back, gesturing the other one to follow him. "Something came up. I just thought of giving the brat a lesson."
"Oh? What did he do?"
"Nothing harsh… He just hit me on my face and kicked me on my knee," he answered, gritting through his teeth. "The little wench is a devil on the inside."
"Now, now, no need to get mad." Baron Kelvin smiled a very animated one. "I'm very much excited to touch him!"
Aleister sighed. The two of them were already at the corridor leading to the tower. Before they proceeded upstairs, the Viscount first took some tools from a small casket beside the bronze door. When they arrived inside, Oz was still lying on the floor with Ciel on his side. The younger boy gasped from surprise and terror upon seeing the two men. Oz, on the other hand, felt more alarmed and horrified than usual, especially after seeing the horrendous things the Viscount was carrying. It consisted of a long metal chain with manacles, a whip, a rope, and two pairs of wooden shackles.
"I-It's him… It's really him!" The Baron screamed from delight after landing his eyes on Ciel. "Oooh… that beautiful, white skin, that untainted cheeks, those lips that only speaks of pretty words, those pair of innocent sapphire eyes, those slender hands and legs… ah! It makes me want to gobble him up already!"
"You may do so, if you please… just don't taint him too much," it was the Viscount this time. Both Ciel and Oz widened their eyes. Baron Kelvin ran on his heels and grabbed the confused blue-haired boy, making him scream from fright.
"Wha—No! Let go of Ciel!" Oz screamed as well. "What are you planning to do with him?" he addressed to Viscount Druitt.
"He will just be merely about to be played," Aleister answered in a playful tone and knelt in front of Oz. "Now, shall we get to business? Let me see about you. You have a punishment waiting." He grabbed the blonde lad on the hair, forcing his immobile body up to lean against him. Oz yelped from the sudden pressure. "Let me get this straight, Oz. You are nothing but a helpless lad. You can't do anything when you're here inside my domain. You can't save your friend there, or yourself, in short." He dragged him beside the wall and put the chain manacles on both of his wrist. He already had it hanging on the ceiling (who knows how or when he managed to); all he had to do was to pull the remaining chains down in other to hoist the lad up.
"A-Ahhhh! S-Shit!" Oz yelped once more. "P-Put me down, you beast!" He began kicking, which only gave the man more idea on what to do with him. Aleister took the wooden shackles, capping the lad's feet. "W-What the hell! You dirty trickster! Unleash me this instant!"
"That's it. You can scream as long as you want. You won't be able to move anyway," Aleister mocked. He scooped the lad's chin using the handle of his whip. "What a pretty glare you have there. It makes you look more attractive. Glare at me more using those emerald orbs of yours… that pair of shining eyes caught me entirely."
Oz shut his eyes, intending not to give what the man wants. He heard him chuckle, and the next one he delivered made Oz's hairs stand on one end. The viscount licked him on his ear and then proceeded down to his neck. Oz's eyes opened from shock. "W-What—stop!" Aleister didn't listen though, and just made the act more horrible by pinching the pleasure spot on Oz's chest, that is, after unbuttoning his coat and undershirt. "Y-You sick pervert! D-Don't touch me!"
"Don't complain too much." Aleister smirked, licking the corners of his mouth. "Just admit that you're enjoying this."
"A-As if! I will only enjoy such act with a cute girl!" Oz's face was slightly turning red from rage and embarrassment.
"Denying at this point when your body is as stiff as a cold metal? You're a one cute lad, aren't you?"
"S-Shut up! I'm only like this because I'm paralyzed!" Oz gritted his teeth. "If I could move, I'd probably kick you by now!"
Aleister smiled and suddenly whipped Oz's body. The latter screamed from agony. "Let's take the stiffness away, shall we?" He did it again, laughing as he stared at Oz's trembling body. He gave Oz around four whips that tiny bloodstains were already visible on his bare skin. He just stopped when he'd felt small hands on his back. Looking down, he saw Ciel crying. The boy had managed to slip from the baron's grasp in a split second.
"P-Please stop! Don't hurt him anymore!" he screamed through his small, whimpering voice. "L-Let Oz go… please… please…"
Aleister smirked and knelt in front of Ciel. "My, you really grow a liking to him, didn't you? Are you scared, Ciel? Will you cry beautifully if I hurt him more?" He pulled the boy closer to him, rubbing a hand on his back and another on his cheek. "Your crying face is so cute that I want to lick you up again." He brushed a tongue around Ciel's chin up to his half-opened mouth. Ciel held the man's shoulder tightly as he felt a surge of shiver on his entire body. He wanted to let loose from his grasp, but the man is just simply stronger than he is. "But I'm afraid that will do for now. I haven't forgotten what you did a while ago. You deserve your punishment, baby. Now, Sweetie Pie, go and play with Uncle Kelvin. Just do what he wants and you won't regret it." He gently shoved the boy back to the baron, who in return cuddled him on his arms. Ciel just cried harder after the man took him. He just couldn't help but feel scared, even just glancing at the man's face, which was entirely wrapped in bandages, leaving only his eyes, nostrils, and lips visible. The Viscount of Druitt proceeded with his crazy antics, whipping Oz more and more. The blonde lad had no choice but to scream. The numbness on his body had unluckily gone now, leaving him writhing from pain.
"Sebastian and Charlotte aren't here yet," Rachel reported to her husband, who was sitting on a couch with his head dropped down.
Vincent looked up at her when he heard her spoke. "They're still looking for Ciel." Rachel remained silent. She sat beside her husband and wrapped a hand around his arm. "Rachel," Vincent began again. His wife answered him with a hum. "It will kill me if my son doesn't come back alive. But before I ended up dying, I'll make sure first to murder those bastards. I will probably end up in jail. If that's the case, please take care of Zwei."
"V-Vincent, please," Rachel begged. She was in tears at the moment. "Don't ever think of doing that. You're not the only one who'd have their hearts broken if the unimaginable happens."
Vincent stared at her, dumbfounded. He suddenly felt ashamed in the presence of his wife. "I-I'm… sorry, Rachel." He sighed and let his mind wander off. He wanted to slap himself at the moment, thinking of how pathetic he was. He's the head of the family, so the strength of the whole household should come from him. Plus, he had forgotten the major detail of his contract with his two demons. Even if Sebastian told him the circumstance with finding the location, he still has hope that his loyal servant will find his son no matter what the cost is.
"Don't push yourself too hard, dear. I'm trying to remain calm and brave for our daughter so you should do the same." Vincent snapped off from his thoughts after hearing Rachel spoke once again. He smiled at her and pressed a gentle touch on her hand.
"I will, my love. Forgive me. Sebastian and Charlotte will find him. I just hope nothing bad has happened to my poor baby."
Baron Kelvin held Ciel closer to his body, sniffing his hair while uttering disgusting words on his ear. Ciel couldn't stop his body from shaking as the man glided one hand down on his thighs and another on the back of his nape. "Such nice body structure… What a perfect being! Would you mind if I…" Ciel was now lying flat on his back; the Baron had pulled his right leg upward, revealing his bare thigh.
"N-No… No… Please..." Ciel whimpered. The man happily ignored his pleas and glided his wet tongue on it, almost trailing it down to his inner thigh. "O-Oz! Oz! S-Stop him! P-Please… Please stop!"
Oz eyes fluttered open when he heard Ciel calling. His rage grew intense upon seeing the horrible scene. "S-Son of a bitch! Stop! Get your dirty hands off him!"
"Pesky brat," Aleister whispered. "Hey, don't you think you should be focusing on me? Do the wounds I inflicted on you weren't enough?" He whipped Oz once more. The latter bit his lips real hard that a trail of blood ooze from it.
"D-Damn you, A-Aleister. I will… kill you… along with that filthy old man."
"Oh? Tell me, how can you possibly kill me while in chains?" Aleister asked, laughing harder this time. "I bet you can't even move."
"Shut up," Oz said with his icy tone piercing through everybody's ears.
"You're so mad, I'm scared. How about making you feel better? Do you want a kiss, your majesty?" Oz spit at him instead of answering. Aleister wiped the saliva off his face and faked a pout. "Now, you've done it. Baron Kelvin," he called. The man stopped at what he's doing and faced the Viscount. "Could you let Ciely give you a little special treatment? I think the Prince really needs to taste a candy right now. How's that sound?" Baron's eyes widened from excitement. Apparently, he got what he meant. He pulled Ciel on a sitting position while he sat on a chair in return. He unzipped his pants, revealing the most unsightly image Ciel and Oz couldn't swallow to take. "I'll give you time to look, Oz, while Ciel's virgin mouth suck on that thing."
"No!" Oz screamed. "No! No! Don't you dare!" he screamed and screamed until he couldn't hear the voices on his surroundings.
Ciel cried desperately on the other hand. Baron put a hand over the boy's head and pushed it down to meet his organ. Ciel tilted his head sideward, trying his best not to open his mouth at all cost. He didn't understand what was happening or what the man was intending to do; all he knew was his impulses were telling him not to succumb to anything. "Come on. Don't be stubborn and put it inside your mouth." He heard the man said. He shook his head violently. He could feel that he could faint at any moment now. "Child, do it!"
"Stop it! Stop it, right now! I dare you to stop!" Oz yelled once more. His wounds hurt so much, his lungs were so heavy, his mouth was so sore, plus his leaking tears was making his eyes hurt as well. He shut his weary, teary eyes and cursed himself in his thoughts. "Damn it! I'm so useless! I-I can't do anything… I can't… even lay a hand on this bastard. Ciel… Ciel, I'm sorry. I can't save you like I promised."
You can.
Oz's world stopped for a while. There was the voice in his mind and the ringing in his ears again, but he didn't feel like fainting this time.
You can save him.
"How? Damn it!"
Kill him.
Oz felt a heart-throbbing sensation on his chest. "Kill him… I-I can't kill him."
You can. You have that power. Use B-Rabbit.
"B-Rabbit? No… I can't. Alice is not here. She won't permit it. I can't use B-Rabbit's powers."
Remember that you have the right.
When Oz opened his eyes, the Viscount had left him and was now sitting behind Ciel; the latter was on his lap and had been forced to perform the horrendous act to the Baron. Ciel wanted to throw up so badly, but he couldn't even move from his post; plus the Viscount was so busy nipping at his neck, making him felt immobile and cold.
"Aaahh...ah…this is so good. He doesn't know how to do it properly, but his mouth felt so warm and good, I think I'm going to cum!" The Baron squealed. He felt his body shivering from delight.
"You can't do that in his mouth, Baron. That's gross." Aleister scoffed. "Now, darling, you can back out and let him do his stuff. You don't want to taste his load, right?" He pulled Ciel away, sending him leaning on his chest. The boy covered his face with his hands as he cried louder. It was very gruesome that he wanted to die so badly to forget it. Aleister cooed on his ear by licking it, his hands firmly locked on Ciel's chest under the dress.
Oz watched, his eyes blazing like fire. It was the first time he felt like that. When he saw that the Baron was about to force Ciel into it again, he screamed as loud as he can, sending loud, large waves of vibration into the air. The chains on his hands and the shackles on his feet broke into tiny pieces. Both men stared at Oz in surprise and horror. The lad's eyes were now a shade of red and there appeared a huge scythe on his hands; behind him was the image of the huge Blood-stained Black Rabbit.
"M-Monster!" Baron Kelvin yelled, shaking from his seat. Viscount Druitt was speechless and obviously shaking from fright as well. Oz raised his scythe. "W-Wait—" before the Baron voiced out his words, Oz had sliced him twice on his stomach, sending his disheveled form on the cold floor. Aleister only managed to stare, his purple eyes emitting warm tears. He scampered on his knees, begging for mercy.
Oz eyed him with disgust and hatred. "Filthy, vulgar, perverted, useless, sick, disgusting… You don't deserve to live. Rot in hell, Viscount of Druitt." He raised his scythe once more, causing blood and internal organs splattered all over the place.
Author's Note: Alright, I know this chapter is too morbid and just gross (for my standards). I'm just too horrible. It's my first time writing something this intense and I couldn't help but feel sorry for the two boys. I haven't include words such as 'cum', whatever it is called, until now. I can't even mention 'bl**job' and 's*m*n', even the men's sacred part (which I just did) in the story! This is too messy. It's even my first time harassing Oz like that! Ciel had been always the target of my mischief. I am not into BDSM, I swear (though if it's Ciel… well, I wouldn't mind.) Damn my bitchy mind!
Oh, and one more clarification: in this fanfic, Vincent was the one who formed a contract with Sebastian and not Ciel. Plus he also formed another contract with Charlotte, but these contracts don't involve the taking of souls in the end. The thing Sebastian asked for in return is a place to live in and a family to serve, while Vincent asked for a loyal servant who will serve him and his whole family even at the cost of his own life (not like Sebastian would die anyway). He's just the type of demon who found eating souls boring and likes taking overtimes. In Charlotte's case, she was the one who begged Vincent to let her stay so that she could be with Sebastian. The two of them ended up forming a contract as well, since it is not permitted for Demons to be with humans unless they formed a contract.
Note from my sister: People as sick as the Viscount would probably have those things (BDSM tools ) readied on their "sick rooms" already, considering that he's also Pedophile, there's a high chance that he'd resort to bondage plays too* Ai-note :3