A/N: Promised a friend I'd write a oneshot on this pair, it was pretty entertaining and I might decide later on to spice it up and turn into a series if I get the juices flowing!

Also, I apologize for it being so short, I'm planning on a next part so be waiting for that!

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Pairing: Mey-Rin x Sebastian

Set in the first season I suppose, but still clearly slight AU.

Enjoy! xoxoxo

"This punishment is just,"

The sound of his steps padding against the glossy tile made the young maid's shoulders tremble—"I'm awfully sorry Sebastian," Mey-Rin said softly, her head hanging low as she followed the displeased demon.

"You can apologize all you want, that won't change what's about to happen," he said over his shoulder, the candle he was holding, guiding them to his corridor; the golden hue took away any softness in his expression as he turned to look at her. "I just don't understand," he said under his breath, turning forward again. "I've taught you countless times,"

"I'll do better," Mey-Rin whispered, she kept her eyes on her feet; mentally cursing herself for pushing Sebastian to this level. Her skin prickled, what exactly was he planning to do?

As if reading her mind, he murmured in a low tone she's only heard him use on female guests—"I must remind you," they stopped at the end of a long hall, Mey-Rin lifted her gaze. "This is punishment,"

Her brows furrowed. "After you," he opened the door stood aside. Mey-Rin walked with caution, like a mouse treading dangerous territory. A small gasp of amazement fled her lips. His room was luxurious. Far better than hers, she admired the red and black rug that rounded the flooring beautifully; and the arched window that exposed the waning moon, casting haunting shadows everywhere she looked.

"I hardly spend time in here," Sebastian admits, cutting off from her admiration. The sound of the door's click reminded her to be weary again. "It'll be nice to get some use out of it,"

He trailed in and set the candle on the table beside his large, velvet red bed, her mouth hung open as she took in the dark wooded canopy. Adorn in black curtains and gold rope that held them open in an inviting fashion. "Lovely, isn't it?" his tone of voice made her stomach swirl, tying itself into a knot as he approached her.

She stepped back. "If-If I may ask," she dared to speak. "Why're we in your room?"

He let out a low chuckle. "When I punish, I like to be as merciless as possible, depending on whom I'm after, and of course the severity of the crime," he began undoing his jacket as he spoke, Mey-Rin bumped into the side of his unlit fireplace—a familiar prickle in her nose as she watched him quietly. "My room seemed like a fitting setting for what's about to take place,"

"Sebastian," she whispered, halting him as he folded his coat and set it on the armchair nearby. "What're you doing?" For a moment she was scared, what if he were to fire her? Or demote her? Surely she wasn't the best maid, but to be fair her talents relied on spying and weaponry, not serving and polishing. Still, she'd failed him and angered him for what seemed to be the last time.

In her frenzy of panic Sebastian's voice pulled her away once again.

"You're right," he frowned mockingly and in a blur was inches from Mey-Rin's scarlet face. "Where are my manners.." he lifted her chin and before she could protest, he kissed her, her body tensed in reaction and she pulled back; seeing the surprise in Sebastian's face as she did so, immediately she began shaking like a scared kitten, Sebastian smirked at the effect he had on her.

"Whaa—" her knees buckled as he reached forward, she flinched when he lifted her glasses and set them on top of the fireplace. "Why did you.." she whimpered.

"That's better," he smirked, lifting her in his arms and guiding her to his bed where he set her down.

Mey-Rin trembled as Sebastian leaned in front of her, dipping his knee onto the plush mattress. "Don't be scared," he reassured her as he hovered above the maid who held onto the sheets.

Sebastian began kissing her again, soft and gentle; rewarding himself with a few moans from the girl wriggling beneath him, he smirked and trailed his kisses along her jaw and neck, where he began undoing the buttons of her night gown. He soothed her with loving pecks along her cheek and lips, she panted and waited for each move he was about to make.

When the top of her chest was finally exposed he began kissing there too, her heart pounded and he couldn't help but chuckle against her fevered skin. Mey-Rin had grown a bit more accustom to his touch and trailed her hands around his vest, wanting badly to dispose of it but too afraid to make the move.

"This is..punishment?" Mey-Rin whimpered when she felt his bare hand slip under the fabric and experimentally fondle her left breast. The feeling of his warm hand on her hot skin made her moan out, she kissed him back and he smiled.

"Patience," he licked the curve of her neck, pinching her unwilling nipple into submission. A moan croaked from the woman in reply. "You'll have to be quiet," he warned with a smile as he parted her lips with his tongue and explored swiftly.

A groan rumbled out of the butler's mouth as he tasted the surprisingly sweet mouth; Mey-Rin moaned again in return and arched her back as he kneaded both full breasts, her arms caged around his neck in an attempt to keep his mouth on hers. "Eager, aren't we?" he snickered, practically tearing the rest of her dress down the middle, the buttons popped in unison, her breasts bounced into view and he held back a growl.

"You're quite the vixen," he murmured before leaning down and swiping his tongue along her erect nipple, he bit down, careful not to harm the young maiden with his strength. He played with her until her breasts were sore to the touch.

The moonlight poured in as the night went on, soon Mey-Rin was completely clad before the demon, her hair completely undone and lush against her delicious and dainty body, her eyes burned for him.

She still felt like a mouse, especially under his wicked gaze; she averted his eyes as he parted her legs, her heart thudding against her chest. "This is too embarrassing," she complained, though she admitted; seeing her unrequited crush between her thighs like this made a part of her abandon any modesty and run with the sinful desires that she kept so secretively.

Sebastian only kissed along her inner thighs, he hadn't expected to be so attracted to Mey-Rin; he coupled it with the fact that he'd been ignoring his humanly desire for sex, as well as never truly seeing Mey-Rin in anything but those large, ridiculous glasses and modest uniform that did nothing to her truly sculpted frame.

"Sebastian.." she moaned his name so gracefully, he peered up at her through his disheveled bangs and could nearly devour her there—"Please.."

He raised a brow, even he nearly forgot this was meant to be a punishment. Sebastian then continued his torturous kissing, her legs trembled and he calmed them with a squeeze. Mey-Rin grabbed a nearby pillow and held it to her chest to keep her from screaming, she groaned when she felt his lips against her opening. She held her breath, resting stiffly against the pillows. Eyes screwed shut.

Sebastian teased her, he brushed his thumb along the seam of her sex, a smirk on his face as he noticed just how ready she was—"Please..this is so embarrassing," she whined again. "This is punishment enough,"

"Not nearly," he said before running his tongue between her folds—her body jerked and was forced to hold down her hips. She arched her hips in reaction to his tongue roaming along her clit, purposely neglecting it.

"Sebastian!" she gasped, tossing the pillow to the side, her hands shot down between her legs and yanked at his ebony locks—he licked further until he found her entrance and continued his ministrations; to make matters more troubling for the maid he took his thumb and began gently rubbing her sweet spot to keep her on edge, she became undone, moaning for him in delight.

A mantra of moans and groans filled the room, Mey-Rin cupped her mouth as he slid a finger in, still assaulting her with his hot tongue—"Sebastian..Sebastian— Oh god!" she called out, the pit of her stomach coiled as a fire ignited within her; begging to consume her.

Sebastian could feel her walls contract around his middle finger, she was nearly at her limit and he waited until she was just on the edge until...

"Huh?" Mey-Rin sat up, panting and red faced.

"My dear I won't let you finish that easily," he licked his lips and stood up, Mey-Rin watched him, a pang of fury swelled within her for this sort of torture. She wanted to attack him, feel his lips on hers again; she wanted him to take her. Devour her.

It was as if he were reading her mind again.

He was wearing his coat again. Buttoning it up, he paused and chuckled at her angered expression. "My, my, don't you look angry.." he teased.

Mey-Rin smiled in reply. "I want you," she couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth, she had to be dreaming, this couldn't be real...

"You want me?" he repeated. "You'll have to show me, I don't believe it,"

Mey-Rin stared at him with a frown. "But how.."

"If you want me bad enough, surely you'll find someway of expressing it," Sebastian glanced down at her. "Now, shall I escort you back to your room?"