I'm HatterMaddox, here with my first ever fanfic to be posted (squeals shamefully)!!! Since I'm a n00b I hope you'll all take pity and review so I don't feel too hopeless. Even just an occaisional favorite would be appreciated, my good FF folk!! In other news, due to the failure of my illegitemate, super-secret law-suite to sue for the rights to Sebastian and Ceil, I am still utterly peniless and without rights. These gorgeously yaoi-fied folk are NOT ACTUALLY MINE. I send thanks to Yana Toboso-Sensei for making them, and for all the easily-yaoi-fied-ness of black butler. Which reminds me- if yaoi, love affairs between men, demons, extreme perversions of magical abilities, servant-master relationships and pHysically "interesting" or improbable situations offend you, you are in the wrong place. Thus far this story is rated teen- there is no gaurantee on how long that will last. If you aren't up for some serious CeilxSebastian action turn back now. If you are, you may pass with my best wishes to read and review.

So, to recap: I'm HatterMaddox the newbie, I still don't own Sebastian or Ceil though I'm considering sueing for them under entirely false pretenses for the fifth time, and this will be for mature and "Creative" minds so if you aren't slightly mad, perverted or willing to become insane and perverted you should probably go tell your mommy about the bad people on this scary sight so she can cancel your acount and tell the world how frightening both fanfiction and HatterMaddox are. This fanfic will not cause actual loss if sanity, but it is recommended pre-reading for better apreciation of content. Also, innocence may not survive, so bring it at your own risk. That will be all, so please enjoy, see the poll on this fic HERE (.net/u/2279616/TheHatterMaddox) and make sure to check back once and again for new stuff.

That Butler, So Mischievous

"Sebastian!" he was in his bedroom, I knew instantly. "Come here. I want you!" he was just speaking, his voice wasn't raised. I felt it resound in my ears like that of a ghost even from the garden. I had come because I was certain I had seen a stray cat, but the tabby was nowhere in sight and I could feel Ceil's will pulling urgently on me. I was outside the door in no more than 3 seconds.

I took a second to straighten my collar, assumed the proper posture and opened the door.

"Yes, my lord?" Ceil was sitting at his desk, his tea untouched. He had completed very little of the day's paperwork, a sure sign of something amiss so late in the day.

"Come here" he beckoned impatiently "I want you"

I went to stand closer, at his side and behind by a step. "What is it, my lord?"

"Sebastian, I said come here!" He reprimanded, clearly cross. "I want you!" he exclaimed, as if that explained anything. It was typical of a human to be so vague, but it was not what I expected from the young master. It seemed more like something that Prince Soma would say.

"I'm here my lord. What is it?" I asked. His cheek held an abnormal trace of color, I could feel the thudding of his heart. It was one of the things I had never explained to Ceil about our contract- he hadn't asked after all. When a demon enters into a contract, he (or she) takes on a human form, as close as possible to actual human anatomy. The thing is, that demons do not have hearts, and so there is an empty cavity where my heart ought to be. I could feel Ceil's heart-beating there as if it were my own. If he died my "heart" stopped. I thought it very ironic that symbolically, the contract made it seem that the demon needed his human to keep him alive, when the demon is most likely the only thing keeping the human alive. I also thought it was convenient- what better way to monitor the young master than to have a constant watch on his heart? A heart that was now pounding harshly in both out chests.

"No" He was angry now, and faint red stained his pale cheeks. It was one of those surprising moodswings I suppose. "I want you" he repeated, fingers tight on the arm rests.

"I don't know what you mean" I told him, politely confused.

"Yes you do. I thought you couldn't lie to me?"

I hadn't lied. I did not understand what it was that had made him attracted to me at all. Was it my looks, my mind or my "soul"? If the young master was anyone else I would say it was my loyalty, but he understands above all that my loyalty is the result of our contract and nothing more. It my looks, there was little I could do to further my attractiveness: I had created this body in the peak of male fitness and attractiveness, there was very little that could further enhance that although I would try. If it was my mind, I could certainly change my thoughts to draw him farther in. If it was my "soul". . .then there was nothing to be done- whatever essential element replaces the soul of a being when it becomes a demon, it is pure blackness. I embraced that- but did the young master? If he wanted to search for something resembling light in my so-called "soul" it would be a long, fruitless search which would result in his being repulsed from me, which was an unsavory thing to contemplate.

In four years I had learned everything I thought it was important to know about the young master, and he continued to surprise me in spite of it. It had become a fascination, matched only by my enchantment with cats. I want Ceil's soul, more than I have wanted a soul in quite some time. More than that even, I want to devour a soul that I understand, that I have completely explored. I was after all, a demon, and full of sinful desires of which Ceil was the foremost.

I acted in a way that I knew might inspire latent emotional or physical attraction. It would seem that I had done something right.

"I can't" I assured him. "Is it so hard to believe that I am confused? It was an uncharacteristically vague instruction."

Ceil glared at me, a most attractive glare, and beckoned for me to kneel before him. I lowered myself gracefully to one knee, face carefully questioning. He moved faster than I anticipated, grabbing fistfuls of my hair and slamming his smaller lips onto mine in a kiss of unrivaled intensity (amongst humans and even some lesser demons though those such as me could blow his intensity away). His heart was hammering in my chest and my ears and my head; among the things that never ceased to surprise me was how well the human body echoed. Through our bond I could feel a stirring of powerful wanting, of something that was far from innocent- just like my young master.

I had no need to breath, I pressed back against Ceil, holding in check a hunger of surprising duplicity: the soul or the body, which was more delightful? Which was more sinful? The Undertaker had his opinion, and I had mine. Ceil, it seemed had taken the side of the demon.

Hhhhhhmm, that's humanity for you.