AN; my first attempt at yaoi, don't know if this is lemon or smutt, don't know if it counts for either. Please review and tell me if it worked. Obviously boy on boy, don't like don't read.

Also: if either of these two seriously wanted to stop the actions of the other they could (contract, superhuman strength) so they do give consent. Sebastian is a demon, ignore unrealistic things.

1. Fingers

Some things Sebastian was used to, some things he wasn't. He was used to having to get up early to make sure everything was done on time. He was used to occasionally tying up his master as punishment for his laziness. He was also used to things occasionally going further than that while his Little Earl was unable to resist.

What he was not used to was someone getting up earlier than him, making use of the rope in the garden shed, and tying him up. That was what he found on this particular Sunday morning. The knots where good and strong and, other than exerting superhuman strength to rip the rope, he would not be able to remove them.

Looking up he expected to see Bard searching for confiscated weapons, Mey-rin sleep walking, or possibly Finny practicing the knots he was supposed to be learning. These where all semi-reasonable expectations given the servants personalities.

What he could not have expected in a million years was his Master, sitting on a stool reading his text for the day's lesson, looking as if he was relaxing in his own study. His master never studied without prompting, never got out of bed before mid-day voluntarily, and had never shown an interest or talent in any form of rope tying.

'Finally,' the child declared putting down his book. 'I was beginning to think I got the drug dosage wrong. Do you know how long I have been waiting?'

Sebastian stared at his blue eyed master with disbelief, there were many things he wanted to ask and all would break his careful created image. He was a higher demon for Satan's sake; he did not get tied up by thirteen year old human boys.

'If you're wondering, I am a Phantomhive; I was tying knots like that since I was five, I am very skilled with my fingers.' The look he gave his butler went straight to the demons groin.

'Since your master has given you the day off, I suggest relaxing, getting rid of the cloths and staying in bed. Hell, you might even get to eat in bed, I hear there is some very nice whipped cream and chocolate sauce in the fridge if you tire of what is currently on offer.' Suddenly the boy was leaning over Sebastian expertly undoing butters and ties and peeling back the layers of cloths the butler slept in. Where was the child that needed someone else to dress him? Where was the boy that had allowed him to have his way with his body with little protest? Who was creature and what had he done with his Master?

The boy in question stood up to admire the masterpiece of white skin lying before him, devoid of all covering. The look in those miss-match eyes and the twist of those lips was having an effect on Sebastian that he was having great trouble suppressing, especially with his hands tied behind his back.

'May I ask what the occasion is that I have been allowed the day off?' the demon asked in an attempt to distract himself from other things.

'It is the seventh day; Christianity demands that it is a day of rest does it not? I know were not exactly worshippers but let's take this excuse to stay in bed, though I can't promise actual rest.' Those words, that tone, the effect it was having on the butler was standing there for all to see.

'Now Sebastian, shall I prove to you just how skilled a Phantomhive is with their figures?'

The boy leaned over and Sebastian learnt, repeatedly, that the boy could prove exactly that.