~ Sebastian's P.O.V. ~

"Bocchan, it's time to wake up." My hands removed the silky curtains from the clear window, letting sunshine pierce through the room's darkness and land on my Master's innocent face. "Notice that I felt kind today and gave you two full extra minutes to sleep, Bocchan."

From behind me, I heard the Bocchan groan. Turning around, I saw him frowning and rubbing his eyes.

"Sebastian?" He muttered my name neutrally, looking at me with both of his eyes open, the contract's signature staring up at me. My, my, he looked so appetizing, but I guess the contract's end will have to wait. "This is. . ."

Looking around himself, he sighed and looked down at his lap.

"This is Tanaka's old bakery, Bocchan." I said, walking towards my Master with a food tray on my hands. "It was abandoned some years ago, so I had some work to do while I left you to your fate in France. My apologies for that."

I wasn't really sorry. Looking at my Master's angry features made me want to grin and. . . And do some things that I know I shouldn't even be thinking about. But I am a demon, after all. One can see it's passable for me to think about doing such things to such an innocent boy. A little boy, that is.

As I gestured for the Bocchan to stand up so I could begin to dress him, he continued to glare at me and seemingly refused to stand up. Hm? Stubborn today, aren't we?

"What's wrong, Bocchan?" I asked him, grinning at him as I looked down at his stubborn face and rigid body. "Do you not wish to get ready for today's activities? We have quite a lot to do, like assuring your Aunt that your betrothal still stands, for one."

At this, Ciel's eyes looking hatefully at mine. This left me slightly confused, but I carelessly dismissed it. The bra- Bocchan was about to become a teenager, after all, so I needn't try to figure his spontaneous expressions.

"I want to go see the Mansion." He muttered as I grinned down at him mockingly.

"Oh, Bocchan," I said, placing my hand over his. "That will only bring about memories." And before Ciel could react, I pulled him up. He was as light as a feather, so it didn't really matter he had struggled a bit to make me let go. I pulled him to his feet and started to unbutton his night clothes as I normally do.

"Sebastian, don't!" Ciel actually slapped my hands so I let go, perplexed by his reaction. What a troublesome pre-teen. "I can get dressed on my own!"

"Oh yes, just like you did back there in France," I replied, smiling down to him. "Very cute, Bocchan."

"Sebastian! Leave, NOW!" He yelled at me. Hm, now why all the racket for just our daily routine of undressing and dressing? Would it be about. . .?

"Ne, Bocchan, are you afraid I will kiss you again?" I said mockingly as his face turned pale and he struggled not to take a step back. "Or are you afraid I will go even further than a simply kiss?"

"L-LEAVE!" came a rather weak and useless reply from the Bocchan's trembling lips. One could not describe how delicious he looked at the moment.

But I returned to my work, carefully but quickly stripping the Bocchan off his clothes and then putting on his white shirt and knee-high pants. "Bocchan, what an interesting imagination you have," I chuckled lightly, making a shiver climb up Ciel's spine. I kept my eyes strictly on Ciel's, which kept wondering down at his naked form and making him blush deeply.

"Ne, Bocchan, you wanted to visit the mansion even on its current state?" I asked him, finally getting him completely dressed, though I haven't put on his eye patch yet.

"Yes, Sebastian." Ciel said, his voice returning to its normal, arrogant self. I almost felt like complaining about it. "And why were you opposing my orders? The contract still stands." At this, he looked at my with a mix of anger and disgust.

He misunderstood when I implied I had had a role on his parents' death, I assume. He thought I did it - which I indirectly did. I didn't interfere. . . But I did do something about Ciel. . .

"No, Bocchan." I said, almost seductively - a demon's best quality. Leaning down to the Bocchan's surprised face, I placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. "You hold my chains until you decide to take the next step into your revenge." Killing me, I added mentally.

At the Phantomhive Mansion's Ruins

Much to Ciel's discomfort, I was carrying him in my arms while going to the mansion. It wasn't a long way off - not for me, with my Hell of a Butler skills. So eventually I got my neat self and a wild-haired Ciel in the middle of the ruins. I tried not to chuckle as I saw how Ciel's hair turned out because of the wind and his scowl.

"Feeling wild, Bocchan?" I teased, caressing his hair while glancing down at him. He blushed, grunted, and slapped my hand away. Oh my, how rude he was. I made a mental note to punish him when he became mine, if he fell into my trap. The contract and the contract's words. . . And the words between the words, carefully hidden. . .

"Shut up, Sebastian." He said, while strolling through the ruined wood and passages. . . And starring with both of his eyebrows raised at the only part of the mansion that has been rebuilt - the kitchen, the dinning hall, and the principal living room. "You have already finished this?" Ciel asked, unsurprised and walking towards the living room.

"Well, yes, My Lord. But they still need furniture. . ." I said, following the Bocchan into the living room while he looked around.

And then I started to feel strange. . . Odd. But it was just a small bolt of energy in my body. . . Even for how tiny and weak it had felt, it still troubled me slightly. . . But the sight of Ciel sitting on the floor, looking down, made me dismiss any confusion from my mind as I walked closer to him and eventually sat down behind him.

"My Lord, everything will be restored. Just like last time." I said, and reached his shoulders with both of my hands. And then a pulled him into my lap, my hands gripping his shoulders not painfully but firmly.

"S-Sebastian! What do you think you are doing?" Ciel demanded, struggling against my grip, but I kept my hands firmly on his shoulders, pulling his head to my lap.

"Bocchan needs a massage. . ." I said, with fake worry dripping from my seductive voice. "You are quite stressed. Bringing you here could only result in this, Bocchan." And then my hands started to massage his shoulders kindly but firmly - perfectly. After all, I am one Hell of a Butler.

Ciel sighed and closed his eyes, his head now resting lightly at my lap as I continued to massage his shoulders. Aw, so cute. . . And appetizing. . . And tempting. Those were the things Ciel was; a little pretty boy, a delicious meal, and a very. . . very. . . tempting human which will lead most women - and men - to think sinful thoughts when he grows up.

"Sebastian . . . Why did you kill them?" Ciel said, his voice pacific.

"Oh, Bocchan, you are not ready yet to understand such things." I replied, leaning down to whisper in his ear slowly. How was I to have him with his parents still around, anyway? But I kept that part out. "But I. . . Spared you, Ciel."

And that was the first time, ever, I have said his name.

Ciel's visible eye shot open to look up at the sky while I gently blew into his ear. "Bastard." He said, and stood up. I did not stop him.

"You bastard." He repeated, his small hands turning into fists at his sides. I raised one of my eyebrows slightly and grinned. "Bastard!"

"What is wrong with the Bocchan?" I asked innocently, standing up and gently placing my hands on his cheeks, cupping up his face. He did not struggle but glared up at me with murderous eyes.

"I don't want to ever. . . Ever. . . See you again, Sebastian, and that is an order." Ciel hissed. Well, has my Master lost his sense? I grinned down at him, amused. "Burn in Hell. . ." He said, venom dripping from his voice. . . Not a venom that affected demons though.

I laughed, and grinned at him, half faking melancholy. "Oh, my, my. Has the Bocchan lost his senses?" I mused, and then, in the blink of an eye, appeared behind Ciel's small form and wrapped my arms tightly around his chest. "Fine. You don't have to see me anymore, My Bocchan." And my hands trailed small circles at his chest and my index finger gently played with the bottoms on his shirt.

"Sebastian! LET GO!" Ciel demanded, now struggling uselessly to get free of my grip. Mm, did I have to let go, really? But this was just so tempting, near to the point where I can't turn back anymore. . . So my hands continued to play on his clothes, my fingers slipping into his chest occasionally, teasing him . . .

My eyes started turning violet.

"Um, Ciel. . ." I hissed in plain lust as thoughts lingered on my mind of every single thing I could make Ciel do. And every single thing we could do together. . . My hands started to get rougher on him as I chuckled lightly.

Ciel's struggling was obviously wearing him out, his thrashing, cursing, and useless threatening screams he directed at me. But then, it all subsided as a single tear slide down Ciel's cheek.

Then it was like being splashed with cold water to awake. My hands quickly fell from Ciel as I felt the tear-drop slide to my hand. What have I done?

To Be Continued. . .

Sorry for short chapter! Just needed some suspense =) Don't worry, it gets MUCH better

Please comment!!!

(Some time while writing this:

Aki: This is not an M rated fanfic. Not yet, at least. Don't worry, I am not writing anymore stuff that goes. . . further.

Yogi: o.o'

Aki: if we ever find each other in one of those circumstances in the fanfic - either we IMPLY it and time-skip, or you write it!

Yogi: -" I write.)

So yeah, count on it. This is turning an "M" one of these days!! Be prepared!! No one knows how soon. . .