"Don't touch him…"

The young Earl of Phantomhive is awaken by his butler as always on this morning. The blinds are opened, the tea poured, and garments changed. Nothing is out of the ordinary as of actions, but of atmosphere. The demon-and-master duo are relatively silent towards one another. Awkwardness fills the room as Sebastian executes daily requests. He presents the morning schedule and menu, yet the young one says nothing. He chooses just to listen, for he has nothing to say, other than the wonders that float through his mind. The gestures that were displayed days before still lingered in his mind. Yet, he had no words besides the question of why they happened. The thoughts that maybe the images of changing his clothes and seeing him naked had finally taken its toll on the demon butler and he had to have his hands touch his delicate skin.

They were scheduled to go into town today, to cut the ribbon for the new Funtom toy store that was to be opened in North Hampton. Once again, the young entrepreneur remained silent on the ride. Sebastian wondered what had been going through his mind. Had he been angry with him for touching lips with his own, making him experience the passion he had been holding in for so long? Was he not ready to feel such a way for someone? Sebastian also remained silent, in fear that when he spoke, everything would become unrivaled in the young one's mind. This ride had been a short one in distance, but long in uncomfortableness, as neither wanted to address the elephant in the room.

The young Earl arrived at the event, and after a promising speech from the company head, cut the red ribbon, introducing a new toy store placement for all to enjoy. As all cheered and wondered inside, Ciel glimpsed to his left, where he noticed Sebastian talking to a series of women. "Are you taken?" one woman asked, twirling her hair while getting too close into Sebastian's bubble. His cheeks began to glow as he tried to hide his embarrassment and remain professional. "I am here with my young master," he spoke, "For I am a mere butler." "A butler, you say?" spoke another, "I do need help around the house." The woman's hand began to explore the butler's body, starting from the top of his chest. "Why don't you come and work for me?" Ciel's eyes fumed as he watched these strangers caress his companion. "Don't you touch him…" "I saw him first!" The two woman begin to argue and slowly, a fight breaks out in the middle of the crowd. Sebastian creeps back toward his master's side, wishing he hadn't left it. "I apologize, my lord," he stated, standing in front of him, "I hadn't realized how much time the discussion would take up." Ciel tried his best to control himself, and turned away from the demon. "We're finished here," he said, walking toward the carriage, "Let's go back." His companion bows and agrees, following him.

Silence and anger fills the chariot as they make their way back to the manor. Though Ciel is infuriated with the stranger's display of affection toward his butler, he can't help but wonder why he cares. Finally, he broke the distance between them. "Did you like it?" he spoke, with his anger being obvious in his voice, "The way they touched you?" Sebastian looked toward his young master. "Honestly, no," he answered, "I'm not rather fond of being fondled by unknown women. Then again, I can't help their attraction to me." "Ah, I see…" Ciel interrupts, "Though you didn't like being touched by woman, you let them touch you." Ciel turns toward him; Sebastian notices his sarcasm. "Young lord…" he speaks, "Are you jealous?" The young one's cheeks begin to burn with this hated notice. "No, of course not," he states, turning away from the demon and looking out of the opening, "I just wanted to know. Actually, I don't give a shit about what you do." Sebastian's eyes widen; he had never heard such language come from the young one's mouth. He smiles, and faintly giggles, for he knows his hidden concern. With his realization, he becomes cocky. "If I might point out, my lord," he spoke as he turned and looked out the opening in his door, "I don't find pleasure in anyone's touch…except yours…" Ciel's faces reddens with his words. "W-Why would you say that…?" Ciel becomes confused with this warm feeling, as it fills his stomach. "Oh, shut up, Sebastian…"

Walking in his room, Ciel pushes his back against the door. His heart begins to race as this warmth travels downward. He wants to be touched; he longs to the demon's soft hands rub up and down his chest as the woman did his. He drops to the floor and tries to control himself. "What is wrong?" he thinks to himself, as he picks himself up and sits on his bed. A tingling sensation develops on Ciel's love muscle and he begins to paint uncontrollable. His desires are beginning to become out of control. "Is this how Sebastian felt all this time?" The room gets hot as his words circulate throughout his blood stream. "I don't find pleasure in anyone's touch except yours…" It had only been a few days after their embrace and it seemed as his emotions had taken him on a journey. He laid on his bed, relaxing his joints, pondering in his thoughts. "Sebastian…"

The butler walks up the stairs and presents the Earl with his evening tea. Ciel remains hesitant toward his servant, yet tries his best to hide it. Sebastian takes a moment to think while Ciel sips from his cup whether or not he should torture the young one a little more. "It's only fair," he thinks to himself, "All the dreams I've had at night, having me watch the way the water scales down his body when he bathes. I think I've earned this fun." Sebastian grins as Ciel looks up at him. He takes a hard swallow, and places down the cup. "What is it?" he asked. "Oh nothing, my lord," he answers while taking off his jacket, "It is rather hot, do you mind if I take open my shirt?" "Why not just smother the fire?" "Then, you shall be cold." Ciel takes in a deep breath as he begins to feel the warmth run through him again. "I-I suppose it is alright…" Sebastian carefully removes his gloves and places them in one the nightstand. Then, one by one, unsnapped the buttons on his shirt, stopping in the middle. "Thank you, my lord." Ciel looks up at him as he becomes aroused. His chest chiseled to perfection; the fire illuminating each curve and muscle that is displayed. "Why is this happening to me?" he thinks to himself, as he crosses his legs thinking this may hide his visitor, "Lizzie…I need to think of Lizzie. But will that make it worse?" Sebastian watches as the young Earl continuously shifts in his chair. Having enough of this amusement, he completes his shirt once more. "I must attend to the household chores," he stated while bowing toward him and backing out of the door, "If you'll excuse me."

The butler exits and Ciel releases his breath. His body is confusing him. "Just a week ago, I could care less what this demon did toward me or anyone else. But with just one kiss or one embrace, everything changed. What would Elizabeth think when she comes to visit? What would anyone think?" This jealousy, these feeling and cravings…they were all new to the young master. He slowly began to finish his lunch once again, and thought about a way to control it. "I must just keep them to myself until I get alone," he spoke to himself with a mouth full of garden salad, "I can't let Sebastian see me like this." He is the Earl of Phantomhive, son of Vincent; he had no time for these emotions. Elizabeth was the only one he had always allowed himself to feel this way around or for. Though they had known each other since they were very young, he had never looked at Elizabeth the way she had wanted him to. She made him happy in a sense but not a way where he was honored to marry her. Usually, the way he felt for her had been raised into him from the time they had told him that they were to be married. He had never had a choice. Even when he told her he loved her and kissed her a few months back, it was because he was jealous and wanted to make her happy; she had been labeled Ciel's betrothed for so long, he would murder anyone who tried to take her away from him, for that was what was taught and expected of him. "I will learn to love her," he spoke while standing and walking to the window. The ground reflected the sun's light with nature's white mirror. "These feelings are childish and will not be looked upon as acceptable. So they will be pushed back for as long as possible until they disappear completely."