Ronald sighed and ran a hand clad in black through his hair and scratching the back of his head. He was walking past the Phantomhive estate on his way back from a reap nearby, and considering taking a short-cut through the gardens to get back to the office faster so that he could finish his paperwork close to on time. Since the loss of Grell, everyone has had more work and less time to complete it. This often resulted in overtime for everyone, leaving them less time to, in his case, party afterwards, or even go out for a drink or two.

The young Reaper paused on his current path that circled around the vast property and turned to look at the darkened windows of the large manor. He shrugged and stepped onto the property, opting for the chance at going to a Pub after work.

It was well into the evening and the Phantomhive butler silently walked throughout the quiet manor, patrolling each hallway and making sure the other members of the household were sleeping soundly, especially his young master.

Sebastian stepped outside through the wide glass doors that lead down into the gardens to enjoy a bit of the cool night air. He paused, standing on the white stone steps of the wide porch overlooking the lush, newly remodeled gardens and tilted his head, a small sigh escaping his lips. He felt a presence approaching...one that did not belong in this world. He extinguished the candle he had been holding and set it on the table inside the doors before swiftly making his way through the garden to find a place to sit and watch, waiting for the creature to make its appearance. The butler barely turned his head to look when he noticed a glint of thick-rimmed glasses, followed by the figure of the young Reaper making his way towards the property's gardens.

Ronald hurried as quietly as he could into the gardens, dragging his lawnmower behind him and checking his watch as he ran; it was a little later than he thought it had been, but that meant that the household was probably settled in for the night, or getting ready to do so. As long as that Butler wasn't out stalking the darkness, he would be fine getting back to the Shinigami realm. He lifted a low-hanging branch of a flowering bush and slipped into the garden, unaware that the Demon was watching the Reaper's every quickened step, waiting until he was rounding the corner to walk down the path before speaking quietly, loud enough for the Reaper to hear, "Oh my…do I spy a lost little mouse?"

"Shit." The blond cursed under his breath, slowing and looking around for the Demon. "Just passing through." He attempted, hoping the butler was in a good mood or was rather busy and would let him pass without too much delay.

"You do realize this is private property and are, therefore, trespassing." Sebastian smiled, remaining in his spot that mimicked one of the stone statues that surrounded the Reaper. "Why take such risks?"

"Reaper Business. I don't have to tell the likes of you or any of your kind. Just let me pass." he said, checking his watch again.

"Tsk, tsk. You should have known better to cross onto this property if you wanted to be where you need to on time." The butler purred, his eyes beginning to shimmer mischievously, revealing his location to the young intruder, "Reaper business or not, I cannot let you pass without a bit of fun."

"Tch, Goodbye Pub...again..." he muttered, swinging his lawnmower around in front of him, "Are you sure you want to risk waking your master?"

The raven chuckled, crouching in his spot. "I know how to be quiet...you would be the one I would have to worry about keeping quiet."

"Better not let me turn on my Scythe then." Ronald smirked, narrowing his eyes at the pair of glowing red ones, ready to follow through with his threat.

"And what a horrible noise that would be…" he sighed, dropping down and landing lightly on his feet, taking a few steps closer out of the shadows and into the moonlight. "Nearly as much of a racket as your red co-worker's Scythe."

The smirk dropped off his face and he grit his teeth; the grip on the handle of his Lawnmower tightening, "No...Mine is louder now..."

"Oh? Having a competition to see who's the loudest, are we?" he smiled, his hand suddenly twitching, followed by a flash of silver, the blade of the butter knife piercing through the young Reaper's gloved hand and pinning it between the handle of his lawnmower. His innocent smile twitched into a sadistic smirk, eyeing him like a cat who has cornered a mouse, "Loudest or not, I am still the quickest."

The reaper glared and flinched in pain, biting down on the inside of his cheek to keep from letting out a cry of pain, "Just shut up about things that don't concern you, Demon." he hissed, trying to pull the silver butter knife out of his hand, wincing from the pain. He grit his teeth, wiggling the utensil loose and yanking it out of his hand, tossing the bloody knife aside before turning his scythe on, letting it roar to life and running at the demon.

"Tch." Sebastian quickly stepped up onto the top of the mower to avoid the blades and switched it off, grabbing the Reaper's hands a split-second later to force them off of his Scythe and pouncing him down flat on his back, pinning his hands to his chest. "This does concern me, Ronald Knox. If my master wakes because of you, I will not hesitate to slaughter you."

Ronald yanked his arms, trying to pry them loose, "Yeah, well if there is anything your kind is good at it's killing Reapers for stupid reasons. Geroff!" he swung his leg out and up to bring a blow down on the Demon's neck and shoulder.

The demon let out a small grunt, but didn't budge. "Please try not to judge the lot of us due to one or two bad apples…"

"You aren't helping that case." he glared, planting his white shoe on the demon's shoulder and pushing to move the dark-haired butler up off of him.

"That is because you are giving me a reason to want to kill you." he sighed, grabbing his ankle and pinning it to the side, forcing his legs apart. "…Hmmm..." He smirked, licking the corner of his lips lightly in thought. "Although, you may be right about killing Reapers over foolish reasoning. I know a nice little punishment that you deserve for being a very noisy mouse…"

Ronald shivered, not liking the look on the Demon's face. It made his mind scream at him in warning, "Wouldn't have been noisy if you hadn't stopped me."

"I must stop all intruders to my master's private property." he murmured, leaning down close as his smirk became more sinister. "Killing would be too easy…" he chuckled, drumming his fingers a bit on the Reaper's ankle.

"Tch, then do the difficult thing and let me get back to work." he said, his leg twitching as he painfully twisted it at an odd angle and yanked his ankle from the Demon's grip.

"Who said that I still plan to kill you?" He grabbed hold of the Reaper's tie, dragging him upward as he lowered his voice down to a whisper, "If you can use that little brain of yours and figure it out before I make it happen, you will be rewarded kindly…now, be a good little mouse and stay quiet. Your Scythe won't be touched." His smirk appeared again as he got up to his feet and pulled Ronald to his own, covering his mouth tight with a gloved hand as he dragged him back towards a more secluded place in the Gardens, one enclosed in shadow.

What do you mean if I-MMPH!" The Reaper struggled against the Butler's grip as he was moved to a new area of the garden. His lips behind Sebastian's hand twitched downwards; if he wasn't going to kill him, then why take him to such a hidden spot? His eyes darted around the tall bushes surrounding the area, realization of the possible situation he was in hitting him. He stiffened, struggling more against the grip holding him, "Aw, Hell no!" he gasped when he managed to twist his head so that the demon's hand wasn't over his mouth completely.

"Very good." Sebastian chuckled, lowering his hand to quickly tug off Ronald's tie and use it as a make-shift gag to keep the Reaper from making too much noise. "As for your reward...I'll be kind enough to be gentle and let you enjoy it." he whispered against his ear, grabbing the Reaper's arms and pinning them against his back.

The Reaper's protests were muffled and muted to indistinguishable noises as he glared at the demon, his glasses sliding down his nose from his struggling.

The butler kicked at the back of the Reaper's knees to make them buckle, causing Ronald to drop to them. Tugging off his own tie and using it to tie his wrists behind him, he then crouched down behind him, tilting the Reaper's head back and slipping off his glasses, "We wouldn't want these to break, now…would we?"

"Mmmmmh!" Ronald made as loud a muffled sound as he could to protest his glasses being taken from him. He didn't care if it was to protect them from being broken, he only didn't like being without them; he didn't like not being able to see. As if being bound and gagged wasn't enough...as if what was about to happen to him wasn't enough...

The demon butler chuckled quietly at the Reaper's protests, tilting his head to brush his lips lightly along the other's ear. "You seem so nervous, Ronald Knox...or are you worried that your body might betray you?" he purred, running his tongue teasingly along the ridge of his ear.

Ronald wanted to respond, to say something witty, to deny, to tell the demon what a fool he was...But even if he was free to speak, he would only make a fool out of himself if he did so. He could already feel his body beginning to betray him, though he couldn't think of a reason as to why. And the Demon, no doubt, would soon find the proof he needed soon. So he settled with an angry yell into his black silk tie as he jerked his head to the side and away from the butler's tongue.

A wicked grin slowly spread across the butler's lips at the angry noise, "Mmmmh~" he leaned against the young Reaper's back and wrapped his arms around his middle, fingers slowly beginning to tease at the buckle on Ronald's white belt, slowly pulling it loose.

The blond began to wiggle again, trying to work himself free. With a muffled sigh he relaxed stiffly, as if he had given up. He knelt there for a moment, blindly glaring at the ground before he jerked once more, twisting himself around, and somehow managing to get out of the Demon's grasp. Still bound, he stumbled as he got himself to his feet, moving to run blindly in a direction he didn't think he could see the blur of shrubberies blocking his path. His foot caught under a root that had poked up from the ground, as he ran blindly in the dark, sending him spiraling to the ground once more, the side of his face sliding against the dirt, moistened from the evening dew.

The demon sighed and straightened up to walk calmly over to him. "What an impatient child you are..." He leaned down and grabbed the Reaper by his hair and pulled him up onto his feet again, never relaxing his grip. "I should give you a penalty for trying to run…" he smirked and lowered his free hand down to run it along the bottom of his belt buckle, purposely stroking his zipper to send a slight vibration through his hidden member.

The young Reaper squeezed his eyes shut as his hair was pulled, and he grit his teeth to hold back the small moan that had threatened to escape from the vibrations...though there was nothing he could do against the fact that his pants had suddenly become tighter.

"Ohh? And what is this? Are you craving more of my attention?" he asked softly, feeling the fabric tensing beneath his gloved fingers. He brought his hand up to his mouth and bit down on the tip of the white glove, pulling it from his hand. Black-nailed fingers caressed the gradually growing bulge, tracing the outline of the Reaper's arousal hardening beneath. "Your body wants it…now how about your voice?"

Ronald bit down on the inside of his cheek, cracking open one eye to look at the blur that was the demon, then he shook his head.

"Ah, of course you would be a fighter…but it won't take you long." Sebastian smirked, tugging his hair to force his head back, leaning down to slowly run the tip of his tongue up along the side of his neck as his other hand continued to trace along the bulge in his pants.

A shiver shot through Ronald's body, and he squeezed his eyes shut again, mentally telling himself not to make a noise, not to give the demon that satisfaction. He tried to convince himself that he wasn't enjoying any of it, that his body's reaction was simply because it had been starved of another's touch for far too long...that had to be it. He should have had more dates with a few of the more clingy receptionists and then this wouldn't be a problem...right?

The demon tilted his head to continue teasing at the young Reaper's neck while twisting his hand to suddenly grab the other's groin, rubbing and massaging him through his pants. He could tell the other was concentrating hard on not making a sound...but he wanted that noise. That simple groan of pleasure…and he knew how to work it from him.

"Nn-!" It was quiet, and cut short, but a small sound escaped him. Cursing himself he kept his eyes shut tight so he didn't have to look at the blurry face of the demon molesting him. He could only imagine the supercilious look he must have; he didn't want to see how smug the demon's twisted smirk actually was.

And a smug look the demon had. From what small sound it was, it was enough for him and it made him grin triumphantly. "That wasn't too hard, was it?" he asked sweetly, continuing to squeeze and massage him through his pants. "Hmm…although I can think of another 'hard' thing that you will have no choice but let out soon…"

The blond slowly opened his eyes and glared at the Demon Butler. Wasn't this enough? Can't he be satisfied with just this? Of course not... he was a demon after all...But the reaper could wish. Wish that the demon would get bored and leave...It's all he had since his words, arms, and eyes had been taken from him.

"Oh, and what is that?" the butler chuckled, lowering his hand down from the other's crotch to wrap around and drag him against his own towering form, pressing his hips hard against the Reaper's. "Would you rather I play with you more some other way?"

'Yeah, I'd rather you not play with me at all' he wanted to yell, but his tie prevented him from doing so. Instead another small noise escaped, making him wish he could now take his own scythe to himself for letting out the moan.

"Oho~" he smirked, leaning down close so he wasn't as blurry to the Reaper's poor vision. "You are quite the lady's man, am I right? But have you never been curious to have the roles switched?" he smiled, his eyes beginning to shimmer with excitement. "Or are you too afraid that you might like it?" he whispered softly, pressing himself against the other's hips again before letting go of his hair and pushing him down onto his back again, swiftly moving down to crawl up over him and straddle his hips.

Ronald continued to glare, not bothering to respond. Truthfully, he didn't know how to respond to that. It was true, he had only ever been with women up to now, and though he was also interested in guys, it just had never happened, but he had always assumed he would still top. He never even considered being the "girl" in bed. The idea scared him, but he was sure he wouldn't 'enjoy' it...especially if it was a demon...this demon. Hell, why did his first time with a man have to be with a Demon...why did any time have to be with a demon?

The raven's smirk returned as he scanned the nervous green eyes that glared back. He chuckled and leaned down to whisper against his ear, "I said before that I will be gentle...and as long as you decide not to try running again, I will make sure it remains that way." He ground himself against him, sending a shiver of pleasure through him as he began tugging off the white belt and forcing open his pants, running a nail slowly along his partially-exposed arousal.

Another shiver racked through Ronald's body and he let out another moan, focusing now more on resisting the urge to buck up against the other.

A black nail pressed harder against the twitching surface of his hardening member before the Demon slipped his hand beneath the fabric of his pants and grabbed his shaft, stroking him. While his hand was busy, Sebastian used the other to begin easing his pants down around his ankles. "Hmm…that's better..."

Ronald felt his face flush and he turned it away, his fists behind his back clenching. A bad idea; his injured hand shot a wave of pain up his arm from the action, causing him to loose control of himself for a moment. He gasped out into the tie gagging him, and his body jerked upwards.

The demon smiled and stroked him harder, slipping his hand down beneath him to push a couple of fingers into his untouched entrance, grunting at the tightness just around his fingers. "Ooh...you certainly haven't been touched here at all, have you little mouse?"

The reaper's eyes widened. It hurt, as he thought it would, but it also...felt good in a way. He hadn't expected that...But it didn't change anything. He pushed his hips up, trying to run away from the fingers.

"Now, now…" he purred, pushing his fingers deeper inside him, moving them around while his other hand squeezed tight around the Reaper's twitching shaft.

"Mm!" he shook his head in protest, his eyes starting to get a little wet and he let out a muffled whimper

"Too much at once?" he asked curiously, tilting his head while circling his fingers more inside him. He lowered his hand down from his stiffened length to begin undoing his own belt and pants, letting them hang off his hips as he continued to loosen the inexperienced reaper.

He narrowed his eyes to glare at the demon, but stopped, watching wide-eyed as the blur of the demon's figure seemed to be removing his own clothes... it was really going to happen... and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Again he attempted to free his arms, starting to wiggle, but found that the movement to his body only made it worse...Those fingers...

He felt his fingers sink deeper inside when the young Reaper struggled, his small body swallowing them entirely. "Mmm…it seems it will take some time until you are stretched enough…but sadly neither of us have time for that tonight. My master likes to wake in his sleep sometimes and I would like to be there at his side in case he needs me…" He drew his fingers back out as he slipped himself out of his pants, stroking himself with his slightly-slickened fingers and groaning softly from the feeling before moving to hoist up Ronald's hips and ease his tip eagerly inside him.

"MMAh!" The reaper threw his head back when the Demon started to enter him. It was slow but he could still feel his entrance rip a little from the stretch. When he threw back his head, the tie gagging him loosened slightly, letting out more of his gasp and allowing him to speak again, "S-stop..."

Sebastian furrowed his brow as Ronald squeezed painfully around him, digging his nails into Ronald's hips as he inched himself deeper. He grunted in effort, closing his eyes tight from the feeling even as he continued to gradually push in further. "Ngh…relax yourself, Knox…"

"E-easier...said..." he whimpered quietly, trying not to scream in pain. He figured it would only cause the Demon to punish him more for making a loud noise like that,

"Hurts..."

Sebastian shivered and forced himself to stop moving, resting inside him half-way. "…Just...relax yourself..." he groaned, closing his eyes tighter as he forced himself to resist from bucking deeper into him.

Ronald looked away, slowly trying to relax, taking a deep breath to help. Slowly, the pain seemed to fade, making it easier for him to relax.

Another shiver trembled through him and he inched further inside the Reaper's small body until he couldn't fit anymore. He waited for another few moments before beginning to thrust in and out of him slowly, grunting again from the effort to restrain himself and keep his promise to be gentle.

"Ah!" The Reaper gasped out, the pain disappearing before the demon began to move inside him, leaving only a pleasurable feeling, and his head began to feel light and fuzzy, not unlike when he starting to get drunk.

Sebastian began to move slightly deeper with each push, burying himself inside the other then suddenly bucking, pounding into something hard inside Ronald. "Mmm…"

His breathing became short gasps, starting to go in rhythm with the demon's movements, until he seemed to hit a sensitive spot, the pleasure becoming overwhelming as that spot was pounded into over and over. "Kyaa~!" He let out a loud pleasurable cry, loosing control of his body and letting his legs wrap around the Demon's hips, his pants hanging off one ankle.

Groaning lowly, the butler leaned over him more to thrust harder, bracing himself up over the Reaper and digging his fingers into the soft ground beneath them.

"Se-Se-" Ronald panted out repeatedly. Unable to move his arms, he buried his face in the Demon's shoulder, "S-Sebastian!" He gasped out; hardly aware of the name he called out between his gasps and moans.

Sebastian opened his eyes slightly to look down at the Reaper beneath him, shifting his arm to reach beneath him and tug the tie binding his arms loose. He buried his fingers into the dirt again to push himself deeper, moaning softly when a chill shot through him followed by dull throbbing sensation, making him quicken his movements.

When his arms were free, he moved them up around the Demon, hugging himself to him. His breath hitched, feeling himself near climax right before the demon moved in him faster, bringing him to the edge.

"Nngh.." The butler groaned, gritting his teeth as he pounded harder into the smaller male, feeling him starting to tense and squeeze tightly around him again, but making it more pleasurable instead of painful. His body shivered as he felt the pent-up pressure beginning to give way until he finally reached the breaking point and spilled out into him, letting out a long, strangled moan as he slowly pulled out from the Reaper again, emptying the rest of his load outside of his body.

Right after he felt the butler fill him, Ronald had felt his own pressure reach it's limit; He groaned and reached down, stroking himself twice before he spilled out as well, soiling his vest and shirt that were still buttoned over his torso. He collapsed into the dirt, breathing hard and gasping for breath.

The butler cleaned himself off before fixing himself up again and sitting back on his ankles, letting the cloud of the pleasurable sensation pass over and clearing his mind before opening his eyes again to look at the Reaper. He had…actually called his name. Cried it out in a moment of passion…something he did not expect, even if it was as passionate and gentle as he could manage, as he promised.

Ronald didn't move, laying in the dirt, his breath still a little labored. He didn't move to run away, he didn't demand for his glasses back, he simply lay there in a daze. Slowly, he turned his head, green eyes looking up at the Demon. The cloud of pleasure had passed, yet he didn't stumble to get away, only stared at the other, confused by his own thoughts and feelings on the situation...had he called out the Demon's name? He thought he had...but...why?

Sebastian continued to gaze over at the Reaper, even when his red eyes met the dazed green ones. He nodded slightly before drawing the thick-framed glasses from his chest pocket and handing them back to Ronald. "…It seems...you mind is as boggled as mine is, Ronald Knox...and during a situation like this, it would only be fair and kind to invite you inside the manor…but…unfortunately, it is not my place." He sighed. "If my master were to find that I let you inside…well, let's not get started on certain punishments he may have waiting for me..." He pushed himself up onto his feet before extending his hand out for the other's.

"I...have paperwork to do anyway..." he muttered, slipping his glasses back on. he sighed and pushed himself up, sitting as he reached for his pants and pulled them on before he took Sebastian's hand, letting him help him up, groaning as his body protested, "Rather not risk getting on Will's bad side right now..." he looked up at the Demon, "That...that wasn't..." he fell silent, adverting his gaze.

He held his hand up after dusting the dirt from it. "..As much as I was looking forward to gloating about it earlier...let's not speak about this unless willingly." He gave him a small smile before leading him back towards the clearing where the Reaper's lawnmower remained untouched.

Ronald nodded, following behind the demon to the clearing. He rested a hand on the handle of his Scythe and looked back at the butler again, "As much...as I should tell you I hate you and should mow you over where you stand..." he paused, trying to find the right words, "I don't think I can...You..." he looked away, "Aren't that bad a guy...I think..." He slowly began to push his scythe down the path once more.

He nodded, watching the Reaper leave as a curious expression crossed his face. 'Aren't that bad a guy'? What originally started as a plan to deeply humiliate the Reaper seemed to do other things: tweak with emotions that should never exist. "…Travel safe, Knox." he muttered under his breath, watching him until he disappeared before heading back inside the manor, finding their noises had not disturbed any of the other servants or his master in the slightest. He sighed with relief and continued on his watch for the rest of the evening.

Ronald sighed, looking over his shoulder at the Manor after he left the property, "What are you doing, Knox? Get a hold of yourself." he slapped his own cheek, cringing in pain. He had forgotten his injured hand. He lifted it and pulled off his glove; wasn't too bad... He sighed, picking up his pace again to where he could reenter the Shinigami Realm.

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Ronald ran his hand through his hair roughly as he perched on a tree branch just off the Phantomhive property and heaved a heavy sigh; he had ended up here anyway, even after he told himself he wouldn't return. For once he had gotten off work on time and had every intention on going to the pub. Problem was, all week, every day since that one night, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about the Demon butler. He had even risked going to work still drunk with a late-night drinking binge in attempt to forget about the male. But it hadn't worked. He didn't understand. What had happened between them hadn't been consensual. He had been used...he should feel humiliated, filthy...he should hate the demon and mow him down with his scythe...but yet, despite knowing how he should feel...he just couldn't bring himself to feel that way, and now here he was, barely two feet away from the young Earl's property where that same demon resided. Spending his rare free time in debate with himself, rather than out having fun...Just what did that Demon do to him to make him like this?

As the week passed, the butler remained busy keeping up with the housework and his Master's demands, not to mention cleaning up after the other servants' messes as usual. But something was amiss from his normal concentration on finishing everything; he was alert more often, though not from expecting any attacks. He felt he would be seeing the young Reaper again soon. The night they had shared was a curious one indeed, his own actions turning against him and becoming more sincere rather than dominant on the helpless Reaper.

Once all was silent in the manor and all had gone to bed, Sebastian began his nightly walk throughout mansion with only a few candles to light his way, glancing out the glass doors that lead out into the garden. Each night he had passed this door, and each night he couldn't help but curiously peer out into the dark garden area, expecting to see Ronald standing there with his mower again, returning to finally 'attempt' to finish him off for what he had done. He smirked and chuckled at the thought, shaking his head. No…that look that the young Reaper had before they departed...it wasn't hate. It was confusion...the same that he felt. "How strange..." he muttered to himself, continuing his walk down the dark hallway.

The bemused reaper sighed, "I must be mad...bloody out of my mind for this..." he muttered to himself, dropping down from his perch and sticking his hands in his pockets as he strolled onto the property, doing the same thing that had got him in that situation to begin with...Strange thing about it was that he found he didn't care if the butler repeated his actions...and stranger yet...not only did he not mind the idea...but some part of him wanted it. And for that, he almost slapped himself as he approached the gardens.

Sebastian was about to round the corner when he stopped, sensing that familiar presence on the grounds again. His smirk returned and he extinguished the flames before setting down the candelabra and walking back towards the garden doors. As expected, Ronald was walking through the gardens, though surprisingly without his lawnmower this time. He opened the doors and stepped out, silently closing the doors behind him before starting to walk down the steps that lead into the garden, following the shadows until they crossed paths with the wandering Reaper. "…It seems curiosity lead the little mouse back into the predator's domain." he joked quietly as he stepped onto the path behind Ronald.

He stopped walking, having fully expected the Demon to show this time, "Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm trespassing." he said waving his hand as if it was no big deal, then he crossed his arms, trying his best to glare at the Demon and keep it, though even he knew it lacked the emotion behind it, "I think we need to talk."

"Indeed, that we do." he smiled, making sure to not make any sudden movements; last thing he needed now was another repeat of the other's lawnmower turning on and waking the city. "Shall we continue to walk or remain as statues among the others?"

The reaper shrugged, "It doesn't much matter to me. I doubt our location would change anything. Though either way, I want to attempt a civil conversation. I did not bring my scythe, so I would hope you would respect that...trust, for lack of a better word."

"But of course. As before, I would much prefer that you wouldn't have that noisy thing going off, especially in the dead of night while my master is sleeping. But I can hold a civil conversation, as you would like." He lifted an offering hand down towards the garden path, inviting him to walk. "Shall we then?"

The reaper gave a curt nod and started to walk, a little more slowly than he had been when he was walking onto the property. He stayed quiet a moment, gathering his thoughts and thinking each over before finally speaking, "You didn't...do anything to me, other than the obvious, right?" He started out with a question, not looking up from the path they walked.

"Nothing but the obvious. Was there something else you wanted me to do?" he smirked, glancing over as he walked beside him.

"Of course not." He rolled his eyes, "I am just trying to make sense of this mess." he said, trying his best to sound angry...or at least annoyed. But then he paused, "...Why? Was there something else you wanted to do?" he couldn't help but be curious, and again he wanted to slap himself for it.

Sebastian chuckled and shook his head. "No. I did everything I wanted to do to you. I was only curious on whether you want me to do something specific…such as live out some fantasy or fetish." He glanced over at him again, a more hungry smirk appearing at the thought. Certainly such a social butterfly that Ronald was along with his personality, he could see the little mouse having a fetish of some sort, a fantasy at the least.

"Don't be ridiculous! I just...want to make sure you aren't going to try to finish what you didn't get around too..." he said, letting his pride get the best of him. "But if you didn't do anything else to me, then why..." he hesitated; wouldn't this question contradict what his pride was screaming at him to do?

"'Why'...what?" he asked, tilting his head curiously.

Ronald grit his teeth, "Why won't you bloody get out of my head! Work is bad enough right now without such...distractions."

The demon blinked, not sure what the Reaper could be implying...unless he had been thinking about that night just as he had. He smiled, suppressing a quiet laugh. "...At least I can manage to complete my own work with the same problem…" he admitted quietly.

"I never said I don't compl-" he cut himself off, looking at the demon for the first time since they started walking together, "Why were you thinking about it? Don't you do things like that to people all the time? Should be nothing new to you."

"None of them cried out my name in such a way." he stated bluntly, never looking away from the Reaper.

The reaper's face turned red and he turned his head away, "...Did not..." but he knew it was a lie; he just didn't want to admit he had cried out the Demon's name while the male was inside him. He couldn't deny that he had been overpowered, but he could deny, at least to himself, that he had submitted to the butler after a while...and enjoyed it.

"I know that was no hallucination, Ronald." he sighed. "And it wasn't just that, but the moments following afterwards…and that look you gave before you left. It was not one that I expected…"

"My mind wasn't thinking straight!" he huffed, "...it's still not..."

"Then if you were not thinking rationally or believe to not be thinking rationally, why come here?" He tilted his head, watching the Reaper quizzically. "Why risk coming to me with a cloudy consciousness? Or are you just lying to yourself again?" he smiled. "You have been doing that a lot within the short time you have visited a lot tonight…"

"I didn't plan to come here! It just happened. I was planning on going to the pub." he hissed, giving a half-hearted glare.

"If you are implying that I willed you to come here, you would be mistaken. There was no one but yourself behind your actions, therefore you came here on your own." He shook his head, pressing a couple fingers against his temple. "Honestly, if you are going to become a pathological liar, do a better job…"

"I wasn't thinking that! And I'm not lying. I honestly don't know why I came here rather than go out to pick up some cute girl. I'm confused and just want to know what the hell is going on...I mean, I guess I have an idea, but that..." he shook his head, "I doubt it."

"Please, do share your idea. It would give me one at least..." Sebastian mumbled, lowering his hand and looking over at him again.

Ronald scowled. He hated the thought of his idea and he hated the way his mind jumped to how he should share that idea. But at the same time it was now or never. He felt he would regret it if he didn't... yet if he did and he was wrong, he'd regret it...and hate himself for it. But there was no way he could use words on this...he'd only sound like a fool trying to explain it. He stopped walking, staring down at his white shoes as his mind raced. And then the question hit him...follow his brain, or his feelings? He had been so focused on his mind, Reaper rules, protocols...the fact that the male that had entered him was a demon...maybe it was time he pushed all that aside and let what happens, happen. He can't turn out any worse off than he already was. At this point, the only thing he could think of that would be worse would be death...and somehow he doubted the Demon would go that far. "Fuck it..." he clenched his fists and walked over to the Demon, barely a hesitation as he stepped in close and roughly grabbed his silk tie, pulling the butler down closer to his level and pressing his lips to the his, waiting for a reaction...in the both of them. He knew his reaction right away, ignoring the screams of protest his reaper mind gave off; he wanted more. His eyes widened as he realized this and he pushed the Demon away again, turning his back as he pressed his fingers to his lips.

Sebastian continued to watch him even as Ronald began advancing, finding no real threat. But the moment he was jerked down and his lips met with the others, his eyes widened in shock and any smart remark he had was lost to the wind. He didn't pull away or push more into the kiss, but before he knew it, Ronald had already pushed him away as though he had done the advancing. What was that? Was that what he felt earlier too…but Ronald had been the first one to actually do something about it? He stood as still as a statue, his mind buzzing before he managed to blink and clear his mind again, looking back over at Ronald. "...why...did you pull away..?" he asked in barely a whisper.

"...Because I wanted it..." he admitted in a whisper, still horrified over his own feelings, "I wanted more..."

The butler blinked again and walked closer to him, tilting his chin up as he leaned down to press his lips gently against the Reaper's, whispering softly against them, "…There is nothing wrong with wanting more…"

"Sure there is...the fact that you are a demon, aside, how do I know you aren't just toying with me?" he said, unable to even fake malice in his whispered tone. Despite everything, he had fallen in love...Sure he had always been a flirt, but he had always kept the ladies at a distance...not wanting to risk getting hurt...and yet here he was, now unable to deny to himself that he somehow, despite being raped by this demon, had fallen in love with him. And somehow, that made him feel even more vulnerable than earlier that week when he found himself bound and gagged under the butler.

"You would know if I were toying with you." The raven replied, his tone serious and his gaze showing no sign of it being a joke. This was serious...and seriously wrong. But here they were, muttering how this was nonsense in hushed whispers that would more suit two lovers whispering sweet nothings. He sighed and shook his head, seeming more of a gentle nuzzle against the other's head. "...I'm as lost about all of this as you are, Ronald…truly I am..."

"...Then...what are we going to do, Sebastian?" he asked, leaning in closer to the Demon. He was just asking for trouble with this whole situation...Reapers were not supposed to have close relations with demons, especially romantic ones...and that was just on his side; Since the Demon was posing as a butler, he no doubt followed all the rules of one...and it was common knowledge that head butlers could not have romantic relationships without his Master's permission...

And yet...he found he didn't care about those rules...he found he wanted the demon to not care about those rules...

"Go along with it the best we can, I suppose. I cannot show any interest in you when my master is aware and certainly you cannot show interest in me when around your co-workers…but as long as we are careful…" he tilted his head slightly as though thinking.

Ronald nodded, "If we are going to do this... no one can find out..." he whispered, more to himself to get the protests in the back of his mind to quiet down. He looked up into red eyes, "But...I want to see how far this goes."

The raven nodded, tilting his head to pull him into another kiss. "…Have you ever felt this before as a Reaper? This kind of emotion?"

"No..." He shook his head, "Though I don't...I never really let anyone in close enough to give it a chance...maybe that's why...I was so confused when I felt it for you..." he slid his fingers up and down along the lapel of the Demon's tailcoat, "...Have you ever felt it before?"

"...if I have, I have long since forgotten it." he smiled slightly, slowly closing his eyes and just enjoying the soft feeling of the other's fingers along his coat. "I grow tired of simply lusting time after time…"

Ronald leaned in, resting his head on the butler's shoulder, "...Does this mean I can trespass again to see you on nights I don't have overtime?"

He chuckled. "Yes, although I wouldn't consider 'trespassing' at this point as long as my master or the other servants don't catch you before I do…"

The younger male smiled, "Its easier to hide from Humans..."

"The other Phantomhive servants are not your average humans." he smirked. "Including my master…but as they are still humans…it can be hidden well enough."

"I'm sure I can stay hidden," He smirked, "And I'm sure I can think of something if one of the servants sees me. They don't know me after all. The only real problem would be the Earl."

"And our maid, if I remember correctly..." he murmured, thinking back to their trip on the now-sunken ship; he remembered seeing the young reaper flirting with Mey-rin before boarding, but honestly thought nothing of it at the time. "But yes, I'm also certain you can hide yourself well." he smirked, glancing up towards the manor. "…My bedroom has a single window. It's a bit small, but you could easily slide through whenever you wish during my master's sleeping hours to visit. Just try to be quiet on your way in, please…"

"Maid?" he chuckled, "If I ran into her before I don't remember, and she'll think I'm human, I'm sure I can flirt my way out of a situation with her if she happens to catch me." He smiled and looked up at the Manor, "Window? Well, as long as you keep it unlocked I should be able to get in without a sound."

"I will from now on." he smiled, also looking back up towards the silent manor. "It faces east, smallest window on that side. It's shouldn't be difficult to miss. And try not to become a mysterious phantom to our servants; they're on edge enough with me around."

"Now where's the fun in that?" he smirked, "But if I only come around after they all turn in for the night, it shouldn't be that hard to save them from thinking the place is haunted." His smirk softened and he looked back at the Demon, "And it's not like I can come by every night...at least until we are no longer short-staffed in Dispatch."

"Reaper's have been short-staffed longer than I have had my first run-in with them." he sighed, looking back at Ronald. "So I understand that there will be some nights you must work extra…although I know I also may have some nights if my master gives me a specific order to finish a task before sunrise."

"Then I hope that my overtime coincides with any such order given to you." He whispered, reaching up and brushing a few strands of black hair out of the demon's face.

The butler nodded, tilting his head slightly to lightly kiss the other's palm. "It would be easier."

The reaper nodded and leaned against him again, "...I can't believe we are doing this..." He slid his arms around Sebastian.

He chuckled and held him in his arms, resting his head down against the top of his blonde head. "Neither can I, Ronald...but...fate is indeed mysterious in her ways…"

"Mhmm..." he said, inhaling the butler's scent, his hand finding it's way to the other's before he pulled back, "Shall we continue our walk?" he glanced at the windows, "We are in view should someone be wandering the halls..."

Sebastian nodded, glancing up at the manor, narrowing his eyes as he thought he saw a curtain move on the second floor directly above them. The window looked like it was cracked open slightly, so he sighed, thinking the drapes had just caught a breeze because Mey-rin had failed to close all the windows tightly before she turned in for the night. He shook his head; he would tend to that minor issue later. He turned his attention back to the Reaper and took his hand in his own, leading him down the rose-lined path.