As requested by you, my darling Reviewers, few as you may be!

I had so much fun writing this, I have to thank you for the encouragement. I was holding my fingers, hoping someone would ask for more.

If you are reading this Sin Soulheart and Guest, I hope you enjoy it, this is all for you!

Eh, and special mention for Anime Analyst, so happy you found reason to laugh the first time round :)

(Sin Soulheart, I've added a lil something just for you at the end O_o )

The night chill nipped at Ciel's skin as he shifted, throwing an arm over his head and groaning. Perhaps he'd been too harsh, he marvelled, the steady sobs from the girl sprawled over his legs were getting on his nerves. Couldn't she be silent?

Her pale back heaved with her choking breaths, whimpered mutters that could not be understood parted her lips against Ceil's hip. He attempted not to cringe as she cradled his leg like a dear pillow to her bare chest. Vulgar, noisy creature, he curled his lip but made no attempt to remove his appendage from her grasp.

It had not escaped his attention that he was the cause of the outburst, at first he had attempted to fuel her anger. He pushed her further until her nails scratched at his skin, he had taken pleasure in her ire, marvelled in the hate brightening her eyes, the flush coating her high cheek bones. It had not lasted long though; as he continued to taunt her, words unchecked had slipped past his lips. The hate had died so fast, Ciel had been quite shocked, the flush replaced by pale fear and those dark eyes filled to the brink with watery pain.

He had not intended her to bare he brunt of his frustration, not in this way.

The moment had simply gotten too heated and Ciel had fought to keep the name bumping around his chest from leaving his mouth. Teeth gnawing at his cheek or biting at tongue had been his approved method, he had promised himself he would not say it, he dared not. If somehow the four syllables flew into the air, he feared Sebastian may hear them and come to his master's call.

Ciel had been focused on his self-appointed task, yet somehow he had not been able to wrought the image of the dark-haired demon from his mind. As he moved against the woman, her head thrashing in wild lust and her lips calling his name, he had grown soft. Within a few seconds his arms had been filled with wanton woman and nothing to do with her.

Why?

There could only be one cause, Ceil refused to accept it, he attempted to blame it on the intimacy of their actions, convinced that without the blood curdling rage and spit fire he usually took to his women the act was meaningless. He'd then turned his own embarrassment and personal madness on her. She had responded appropriately, her nails had heated his blood as they drew it, Ciel could almost see the red flash of demon eyes, hear the growl as Sebastian readied for battle. It had more than heated his blood, but strengthened his muscles, set lust churning within his belly. Need more, he thought crazed almost believing the one with claws in his skin was the lean butler.

Just as he thought he could do this, his lips had parted, excited to release their pent-up words. "Sebas-" his groaned cry froze in the air and he saw red, fury coating his mind at his own slip, turning his skin cold. Conveniently the girl was within reach, he snarled at her, red bleeding over her face as coarse insults fell, curses of rot and pain.

It was her fault, he muttered as he peeked to see her shaking form. She was whimpering Ciel's name, clinging to him, seeking comfort from his cold flesh. He wanted to shove her away, disgusted.

What was her name? It didn't matter, her mere presence was a hindrance, she had to leave.

Ciel propped his upper body on his elbows, swerving his hips from under her. Her head snapped up and a wail of protest filled the air as her arms creeped tighter along his thigh; her slim fingers, so much like the butler's, then brushed his limp body. For a moment he wondered whether his muscles would stiffen, rise to her touch, it did not.

He sighed and plied her from his body, his lips curled back. Horrendous, vile, inferior, disgusting...

Storming from the room her cries trailed after him. Where could he go?

Sebastian sank his arms down, plunging and pulling, if he were human his breath may have been spent but he was not, no sweat formed on his brow and no exhaustion tugged at his muscles.

Frankly, he felt invigorated, the house was spotless and he had yet to stumbled over the bare bodies of sleeping women. He felt confident that he would not have to; his master had sat in his office staring out the window when Sebastian had come to draw the curtain.

"Young master, what a pleasant surprise," he bowed low and skirted his master's desk to draw the drapes.

"Leave them,"

Sebastian paused mid reach and lowered his arms. "Some tea, young master?"

Ciel's eyes flickered and darted away from his butler, "Yes,"

"Right away, master," Sebastian bowed low and left the young man in the darkness, his heart feeling some how lighter.

Tea, he hummed happily to himself, tea was indeed a wonderful thing.

With his arms up to his elbows in warm soapy water and dirty laundry he wondered whether his master had changed at all. He had so far eluded the bedroom, although he had heard the cries from the night before. Why? He wondered, for years he had been by the Earl of Phantomhive's side and it had only been in the last three that his master had turned to such activities.

Ciel is growing up, Sebastian thought to himself and nearly grinned. His young master growing up? No, Ciel was still to childish and his mannerisms had grown more spoilt.

Forever by your side...

The time with his master would never end, soon his young master would be fully grown, his years freezing at a delicate twenty-five. Then Sebastian would have to start concerning himself with more than stray women and dirty laundry, cobwebs spilling from the corners. Soon enough his master would begin to feel the hunger to draw a soul, the pressing need to pass contracts. At present Ciel was young enough for the hunger to evade him, if he were to take a soul it would be for pleasure.

Red eyes dancing over the scrubbed clothing, Sebastian rose to his feet; again disgusted that he had to do such meagre tasks. He had enjoyed the cooking, after all it was only his pleasure to please his master, yet the dusting and washing were below him, a task made for incapable house hands.

His lips parted in a sigh and he reached for a towel to dry his arms. The fabric brushed over his skin, soft as a feather, abruptly harsh over the crest marking his hand – the mark of his master.

"Sebastian!"

The words rung in the air, filling it, choking it. The butler in question cocked his head to the side and neatly draped the towel over the edge of the basin, he promptly pulled down his sleeves and within the blink of an eye was bowing before his master.

Ciel scowled, his mouth was half-open to call again but Sebastian was indeed before him, black hair falling over red eyes, skin pale as snow. The young master drew in a sharp breath and turned his face away, his brows slamming down over his eyes. Stupid demon.

"You took long," He complained.

The butler straightened and tilted his head, inky locks slid across his forehead. "My apologies, my lord,"

The lord in question could not breathe, his collar was too tight, his shirt restrictive, he clenched his hands to ward off the need to rip the garments. "I should punish you,"

"As you wish, young master,"

Anger gripped at Ciel's cheeks turning them pink. Infuriating demon, he wanted to scream, Sebastian's face never changed, no smile or grimace, no hint of panic in his eyes. Does he think I will not do it?

Do what exactly? Now that was a dilemma, he had no thought on just how he could punish the male. Torture? Chores? There was nothing he could think of that the butler had not already endured before. I must be more creative...

Sebastian's eyes scanned his master's face, taking note of the red lines on his neck, the bags under his eyes, the slight untidiness of his hair. It isn't acceptable to look this way, the butler thought in disappointment, he hadn't helped his master dress in ages and just look where that left them. He felt a sense of unease grip his chest and he refocused on his master's eyes.

You are transparent, Master, your mind may as well be an open book. Punish me? How? You have no means, we both know this.

"Clean my room, while I think of a suitable punishment." Ciel muttered, his cheeks flushing further.

Bowing, with a hand over his chest, he watched his master through his hair. "Yes, my lord,"

"Go on, get going,"

It was some time later that Sebastian wondered why there was a women clinging to him.

The creature was shaking, her small hands wrapped around his wrist. He tried to shake her off but she clung tighter, turning watery eyes to him.

Aah, master, why has the woman not left?

Perhaps this was to be his punishment, he was after all greatly disgusted.

Wet, shaking, soft curves, choking whispers, indeed this must be his master's punishment.

Kill the thing, a voice hissed at the back of his head, he lifted his hand to comply but froze. It would be a waste to simply dispose of the soul – yes, such a broken soul. It was nothing as brilliant as his young master's but Sebastian was greatly tempted.

Slowly he moved his hands to cradled the red and puffy face, careful not to show the cringe of distaste he felt. The woman's watery gaze moved to find his as he drew her to her feet, her body was lame under his fingers. He had to push her back against the wall, use one of his knees to keep her up, his hands never leaving her face.

Not once did she protest, he could see the longing in her eyes, the desire almost as bright as pain and anger.

She wanted his touch, his lips curled, foolish human.

"Did my master not satisfy you?" He whispered over her cheek, watching as her lids drooped and her lips parted.

"N-no..." Her hands lifted to touch him, but Sebastian tsked, moving his body out of reach.

"Would you like me to satisfy you?" The words brushed against her skin, barely a puff of air, like hot silk.

The woman's eyes popped open, they were hungry, but surely not as hungry as his. He felt his eyes glow red, saw their reflecting in her watery depths.

Yes, fall into me... Sebastian smiled, sweet delirium crushing his chest, his tongue flicked out to taste his lips. "He will be sorry, we shall anger him,"

"Yes..." she sighed, lost, no longer a woman but a puppet, the vessel for his hunger. She would say whatever he wanted her to. "Yes..."

He stroked a gloved finger over her skin, she leaned in toward his touch. "Do you wish to make a contract with me? You will never be free,"

''Yes," her eyes empty as if her soul had already been taken.

"Yes? Very well," He removed a hand from her face, gripped the glove between his teeth and began to draw the material off, one finger at a time until it fell to the floor between them. His hand closed the distance and ran over her neck. "Your soul for your vengeance,"

"Please," she gasped, arching her neck.

"Of course, my lady,"

"My lord, the room has been cleaned thoroughly." Sebastian bowed over his hand, his fingertips still tingled. "I have disposed of the woman too, my lord." Sebastian could not contain the small twitch that raised the corner of his lips.

"Yes," Ciel kept his eyes trained on the empty page before him, how long had he been doing so? "Do carry on with your work,"

"Young master, my punishment?"

Raising his head, Ciel blinked at his butler, was that he had done? Ah, yes, he was supposed to come up with a punishment. A smile, but it disappeared and he could not be sure. "Oh," Wait, disposed of the woman... Ciel straightened in his seat, his eyes glaring hell fire. "What did you do with her?"

Sebastian dipped his head, he surprised himself my grinning, his master was playing right into his hands. "As requested, I cleaned the room,"

"Sebastian!" The master froze, he had nothing to reprimand his butler on, no argument to carry. Ciel had wondered how he would get rid of the woman, Sebastian had simply beaten him to it. His lips moved with no sound for a moment and he narrowed his eyes, there was no reason for him to show this. He could carry on with his punishment, pretend that he was angered by the butler's actions. "That was not necessary,"

"I see, my lord, are you angry?"

Lowering his chin, Ciel peered through his hair at the tall man. Angry? He was angered, that he could feel so warm in the male's presence, that his heart had skipped a beat when he thought Sebastian had smiled. Anger, a petty word, indeed he was angry, he wanted to sink his nails into that pale skin. His lips twitched. "I am," His back tensed because this time he was sure, a smile did flash across Sebastian's lips, the thin red slash like a curled ribbon of blood.

"Very well, young master, what will you have me do?"

I cannot think when you make such gestures, Sebastian. Ciel turned in his seat, his face turning red. "Run my bath,"

"Your bath, master? It is not yet noon,"

Ciel felt a measure of pleasure at the surprise in the butler's voice. "Yes, a bath, I would like a bath,"

"Very well, master."

He listened closely and sighed when the gentle swish of fabric died down. Alone again, he peered down at his lap, a mixture of disgust and lust curled his lips.

"Sebastian, remove your clothing,"

The butler's brows raised as he scrutinised the glitter in his master's gaze. Why?

"Remove your clothing, that's an order,"

"I've prepared your bath, young master," Sebastian stated coolly, tilting his head as if thinking deeply.

"I know," Ciel growled and reached for his eye patch but stopped midway. "Remove your clothing, I shall not say it again,"

"Certainly, my lord," Careful not to show the sudden frown he felt pulling at his brows, he removed both gloves, the woman's seal had already worn from his palm leaving a light pink smudge against the skin. His coat followed, his vest and tie, soon his shirt too ended up on the neatly folded pile. He cast a glance at his master, saw the tight stubbornness of his lips and the pink the leaked over his neck. "All, my lord?"

Startled, Ciel jerked away, his eyes widening and running wildly back and forth laying on anything but the butler. He cleared his throat, "Yes, all of it."

"Very well," With a flourish he removed the rest, until he was bare before his master, every inch of his lean figure exposed. He waited patiently for further orders.

"Get in," Ciel hissed, covering his face with his hands, embarrassed. The water lapped softly and when he dared peak from between his fingers his butler was standing within the bath, staring at the water with a strange expression. "What?" He snapped, wringing his fingers.

"Would this be my punishment, young mater?"

"Y-yes," Ciel waved an impatient hand it the tub, "Sit."

Sebastian followed the order obediently and gazed up at his master, who was pulling at his own hair, in confusion. "My lord?"

"W-what?"

"What is the meaning of this? Do you wish to cut me without messing, young master?"

"Eh, no, that's not it, exactly..." Ciel trailed off when he truly looked at the other male. Sebastian's finely chiselled torso, the muscled plane of his stomach, the pale stretch of neck - all exposed to Ciel's hungry gaze. His fingers tingled as he imagined running them over that soft skin, his tongue loving the idea of doing so too. Like lightning, he tensed, heat spreading and lightening up every inch of his body; there was no need for the rush of drawing blood, no excitement borrowed from an unwanted partner.

He stepped forward, bolder now that Sebastian was exposed, kneeled beside the bath. Eager fingers lifted and tugged at the hair hanging over Sebastian's eyes, "Even butler's must bathe, Sebastian, and who better to wash you than I?"

Sighing softly, Sebastian captured his master's wrist, as he tried to draw it away, Ciel's fingers tightened. Sebastian's eyes widened and he looked into his master's eyes.

"My lord," He was well aware of the fulfillment within his stomach from the woman's soul, but suddenly his hunger resurfaced and he narrowed his eyes. What trickery had his master conjured? His fingers loosened and he tried to ignore the smaller fingers now skimming through Sebastian's hair.

"Hm," Ciel muttered and his lips tipped up, "As soft as I expected, I wonder about here?"

Sebastian's eyes flashed red but he made no move to stop his young master, instead he found himself leaning toward the younger male. This was indeed bitter punishment.

yES...YeS! Haha, I apologize for any mistakes and if things may have gotten a bit OC at some point. Hope you enjoyed it! Please review!