It wasn't like we hadn't kissed before. I mean, we hadn't gone tongues yet, but we had still shared a couple of pecks over the past few weeks. Even so, I couldn't stop blushing and several minutes had passed after Sebastian had left the room to collect the evening tea. After he arrived at my study prior to our kiss, he handed over a letter from some French food company and a photograph from Elizabeth. What am I forgetting? Oh yes, then he kissed me to, much to my embarrassment. Hmmm, what caused me to blush to that level? If a stranger saw me like that, they would have believed that I was related to a strawberry jam tart. I started to pace around my study, which resulted in sitting down in the brown leather armchair behind the desk. However, my last kiss with Sebastian wasn't as special as our first, or should I say my first. It was on a May afternoon in the garden.

I was receiving trombone lessons from Sebastian as I wanted a new challenge after playing the violin for a few years. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't make the right shape with my lips to play the instrument. With no other option, my tutor had to use his hands to fix my lips into the right position but it wasn't working. "It's hopeless, young master. Whenever they are anywhere near the right position, they just bounce back," Sebastian explained with his face so close to mine while examining my face.

Looking up slightly into his eyes I said quietly, "Then why don't you teach them?" His attention moved so quickly onto my own eyes then back down to my mouth.

"Ciel..." I heard him whisper ever so quietly.

"Sebastian, don't worry about it, it's not an order. Do as you please."

"Yes, my Lord," was the reply, which made me confused for a second or two. Within the next few, I was quite satisfied with the response as both mine and Sebastian's faces became one, even if it was for only a moment. When I understood what was happening, I closed my eyes and pushed my lips back against his while resting my left hand on the demon's chest and lowering my right, which was still holding the trombone. But then the sweet kiss ended when a cry was heard from the house followed by a clash of, what it sounded like, china plates. Sebastian pulled his face away slowly and then said, "Please excuse me, young master." I watched the demon make his way towards the mansion and then I followed, trombone still in hand.

I was almost falling asleep when the door on the opposite side of the room opened. Sebastian entered and walked over to my desk, stroking the tabletop with his slender fingers wrapped in a silk glove. Slowly, I raised my gaze while the demon took a hold of my arm. He helped me stand up and led me towards the door. We moved slowly down the hallway silently until we reached my bedroom and Sebastian held the door open for me. He sat me down onto the bed and went to collect my nightshirt from the drawers. I tried to untie my eye patch but instead I just tightened it. Cool hands covered my own, assisting them until the string became loose and the eye patch fell onto my lap. Those hands then reached my chest, removed the ribbon from the collar and continued until my bare chest was exposed. "You would think that a sixteen year old would be able to undress himself," Sebastian chuckled.

"Hmm...I suppose so," I replied. The butler just looked at me as if expecting more of a comeback. I stared back through the dark and Sebastian undid the button on my trousers. He slid them down my legs, along with my underwear, and I was completely naked until the nightshirt was draped over my arms. I fiddled with the buttons but Sebastian had to help me again. "I'm so tired, Sebastian."

"Well it's a good thing that you are going to bed now, young master," whispered the butler. I fell backwards against the mattress and Sebastian tucked me in. "Goodnight, my Lord."

I fell asleep before he left the room.

It was cold. I could feel the goose bumps rise on my arms and legs as I stood alone in a grimacing forest. Everything was still, almost lifeless to my senses. But I was unable to move. For some reason no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't leave the patch of dead grass I was stood on. It wasn't until I opened my mouth to call out for help (opened my mouth to call for help) that I realised that I couldn't make a sound either.

The sound startled me but I was physically unable to react. A boy of a similar age to me stumbled into view, clutching onto his abdomen. He had light blonde hair and was dressed in a deep purple coat and black shorts. His high heeled boots created a dull pattering against the seemingly frozen and dead ground. It wasn't until he had passed me that I saw the blood gathered on his jacket. It seemed like a deep wound and he must have been in serious pain. I couldn't hear him but he was muttering something under his breath. The boy made it as far as a dark tree about a hundred metres away from me before falling down and resting against it. It was a wonder he was still alive, being injured like that, but a butler arrived so I had no time to think about it anymore. He who had just arrived showed no emotion on his face and as the light reflected off his glasses. His strides were swift and the boy seemed so delighted to see him that he actually crawled towards him. The look on the boy's face was definitely a picture; his mood changed significantly for the better. The butler did not react in anyway but he knelt down and wrapped his arms around the child. The both of them together reminded me of my relationship with Sebastian. I couldn't see what happened next as the wind picked up which caused the branches to cover what little light was radiating from the moon. When it calmed down, the butler was walking back the way he had come, hands bloodied. Worried about what I would find, I looked glanced over to the right to see the once blonde boy now with hardly even a head! It had been crushed with a great force and caused even more blood to appear on his coat. It was a horrifying sight, that was for certain.

Would this be the future that I would have with my demon butler?