He was able to slate his desires fully on the damned soul below him, his cock pulsing in and out, day and night howling his release. How many times he had closed his eyes and seen his beautiful lover under him as he slide deeper into the body below him? Too many, too many and he tried not to close his eyes. She would be protected from his desires - like he should have done in the first place. He let his cock abuse the body below and let his form go, his cock sending his seed into another creature he did not care about, just used.

I should have punished her and left. Fucked and wanting. Desiring. And denied each ounce of pleasure I had allowed. His mind punished his thoughts even as his body did the same to whatever he could drag to his bed.

He pulled out and picked up the long whip. Hell was a place of dirty passions and sweaty sex. It was a place of deep needs being only a little slated for those souls that were captured and brought here. For the demons, it was a delight on the senses. So hot and loud. So much so he wore his cock out in pride, making other demons, and damned souls, beg for a taste, for a fuck, for a night in his bed. He cracked the whip and once more relished in the sound. His bed companion still had his own cock limp and unsatisfied in his hand, the damned soul tried so hard to achieve an erection and satisfy his own needs.

Sebastian smiled, his wicked sexual smile, down at the man. "You are in hell, my dear. I am the master here, and your body is for my pleasure - not yours." He laid the whip solidly on the man's back and watched as the flesh - or what they at least passed off for flesh down here, rip. The sulfuric blood, much like his own, splattered across his naked chest, sizzling.

"Sebastian."

He recoiled at the name and threw back the whip harder, making the damned soul cry out even more.

"Sebastian!"

He sneered and wrapped the whip around this moments companion and pulled the man so he sat on his knees. He thrusted deep into the man's body and rode his ass like he was riding a horse. But he was the one with the horse cock.

"Sebastian! This is an order!"

In his demonic craze to leave Mey-Rin intact and unharmed by his own needs - and her desires that fueled them - he had not said anything to his young master. Earl Ciel Phantomhive was calling to him, summoning him from the depths of hell. His own personal torture being placed above the contract he held. Sebastian slammed into the man below him and howled. If he did not go to his masters side, heed his call, another demon could easily take it as a breech and possess the soul he was cultivating.

"FUCK!" he yelled as he came hard once more. He ripped the leg shackles holding the man to the bed and turned. As he fluidly ran back to the ground above, he shifted from his nakedness to his clothes that had been given to him by the very master that was still calling him.

"Sebastian! For gods sake! This is an order - come home. NOW!"

He felt the familiar, comforting burn of his contract. "Yes, my lord," he muttered as he burst through the small door to hell, and stumbled into an alley of one of London's more questionable streets. As he exited the alley, he got a few questionable looks from the whores who lined the road. He looked at them quickly and they backed off; smartly dressed men with the soft glow of hell in their eyes were to be feared, lest their bodies be invaded but not satisfied.

He took off, flying through the streets and effortlessly arrived at the Earl's town home, slipped inside, and stilled, kneeling before his young master, in perfect obedience. In perfect humbling before a mere human. In submission to whatever punishment the child wished to hand out.

Ciel stood in the middle of his study, his eye patch dangling in his right hand and was looking down at the demon butler. Sebastian hazarded a glance up and saw the hard eyes of a man who had seen too much pain, and was still in pain. They were not meant to be set in a boy of 15.

"My lord," he said in deep respect.

"You left without permission a week ago."

"I am sorry, my lord."

"Why? And I do not wish to hear lies - you know you promised not to ever lie to me."

Sebastian's hand sizzled in remembrance of the vow. He took a breath and let it out; no one but his master was in the house. He must have stayed in hopes that Sebastian would return to the town house sooner than later. He didn't want to betray his lover by revealing their acts and reasoned, if he talked about his feelings only, that was not a lie. If his young master only had asked a different question.

"My young lord, I do apologize for leaving, however I had to. My own emotions were overwhelming me."

"That is a poor excuse. Elaborate," Ciel said, his voice hard and firm.

"You asked me about Baldroy, Mey-Rin, and myself. I was only partially honest in saying I did not know about my own, Mey-Rin's, or Baldroy's feelings before she was speared in the shoulder. I did not know their feelings to one another, if any, but I knew my own. My own emotions for both of them. For…" he paused and looked up at his young master fully. He took a breath and finished the sentence, "Mey-Rin."

Ciel stilled and blinked, his blue eye suddenly rounding and he turned to walk to his chair and thought better of it and wiped around. "You have feelings toward Mey-Rin? The maid?"

"In all due respect, she is not a maid. She is an assassin we rescued and you made her a maid instead."

"But your emotions - your feelings - are toward her? She can hardly stand on her two feet without falling over some dust particle that floats around her!" He threw up his hands and the laces of his eye patch fluttered as well. "What kind of feelings?"

"Affectionate, my lord."

He watched as Ciel finally collapsed in his chair. He eyed him and replaced his eye patch, holding his strings, his visible eye demanding he return to his duty and tie the strings on the patch that hid their bond. As Sebastian's fingers expertly tied them, Ciel continued. "How long have you had these? Have you made them known?"

Sebastian stiffened. He had asked a question there could be no way around. "I have been made aware of these emotions five months ago. I have thought how to express them, yes." Ah! A loop hole! If I keep it in the past, I can tell him what he wants to know.

"And…" he paused and leapt from his chair and turned to face Sebastian. "You don't have any idea how awkward this is!" He looked at Sebastian and then away. "Elizabeth had asked if we can move our wedding up to next year. I had already hoped by now…" he sighed and gazed out of the window.

"Do you wish to end your life so quickly?"

The look in Ciel's face said he did not want to ever face the end, but he did not say anything. "Fix this, please, for all our sakes. Fix this situation. I… I can not advice you how. But I can tell you I do not wish to replace any of my staff."

Nodding, Sebastian ventured, "May I at least reveal my feelings? I am not sure how much more I can hid. It's a burden I am having trouble carrying alone."

Ciel backed up a bit more and held his hands up in front of him. "You most certainly are not going to discuss it with me."

He smiled. "No, my lord, I would not dream of being so inappropriate," he added silently, with you. "If the situation is between the three of us, I can help ease the pain by letting Baldroy know I care about Mey-Rin as well and will protect her against anything." He paused and dug deeper. "May I court Mey-Rin at least?"

The young master's face flushed and his cheeks colored. "My god, Sebastian, I am not her bloody father! I said do what must to fix the situation. I am tired. Ready the carriage and pack my bags. I wish to be home by dinner time."

The young, flustered master walked out of the room, leaving Sebastian to slowly, and smugly smile.