His Butler, Scorched…

Chapter 1

Sebastian sighed for a millionth time that night as he fixed the ceiling of his tiny domestic's room. His mind was uneasy and the seal on the back of his hand slightly tickled.

He glanced to the clock only to see that it was three fifteen in the morning. Just like yesterday, and the night before, and every night since a few months, his young master was having dreams that were different from the dreams he used to have as a child.

He himself never slept, demons didn't need sleep. Of course, he could enjoy it as a luxury but even if he wanted, it had been an impossible task since a few months ago.

His young master recently turned fifteen, and his figure started to shape itself rapidly towards that of a young man's. His height increased considerably and his jaw was no longer rounded and rosy. Even his sulky expression was gone. Pride and elegance adorned his face now, instead. He no longer was a child, Sebastian thought.

But Ciel's new appearance wasn't what bothered him the most. The demon knew that he would grow up eventually, as all humans did. After they emerge from their mother's wombs, they grow; make new little humans to inherit their name, their looks, and their filthy personalities, and then they wilt and die. How boring. But Ciel was experiencing what humans call 'puberty', hence his feelings and his desire amplified. And unfortunately for him, Sebastian could feel all of that, since he was connected to his master by a pact.

Sebastian lazed still on his bed, enjoying the cold feeling of the sheets under his now non-gloved hands, knowing that this moment of peace wouldn't last long. The itching within his seal grew stronger, gradually turning into a burning sensation that no longer limited itself only to the back of his hand. His whole body started trembling, his breathing became deeper and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't chase away this utterly human reaction. As a free demon, it was impossible for him to experience such hunger, but attached to a human, he was bound to endure all those primitive emotions through his contract.

- Bocchan… if only you knew what kind of torture you're putting me through…

Sebastian sat up in his bed, scratching violently the skin that held the seal. The burning became stronger, and he felt it in each and every cell of his materialized human body. Suddenly, his breath was cut short and a strong invisible wave threw him back to the bed. His eyes rolled back as his body arched upwards in spasms while unthinkable pleasure washed over him. He was left panting, exhausted and …wet.

- Damn… humans… he mumbled to himself while shakily removing his now ruined clothes, and after putting on a clean shirt, he threw them in the cold fireplace. With one swift motion of the finger towards the candle on his nightstand, the fireplace lit and engulfed the shameful evidence.

A slight knocking on the window shell accompanied by a creepy muffled laughter made him swirl around in genuine surprise.

- Well, well, Sebas-chan… that was quite a show! Grell was clinging to the window in a rather unnatural position, applauding gracefully. His grin grew wider as Sebastian approached and opened the window to let him in.