It had been two weeks since that particular.. incident happened. Master Smile had gotten his meal; somehow Black had managed to cook something up, though Snake never knew how. Bard had gotten off with a measly punch to the face, since Black seemed to be in a good mood at the time. None of the servants- except for Snake, of course- knew what the reason behind it was, but they didn't question it. Master Smile was a bit grumpy that the food was burned, but didn't say anything else. Snake had calmly walked off into his sleeping quarters that night, and once he was in, he promptly collapsed on his bed; almost squashing Oscar in the process.

"Snake! Are you all right?!" Emily hissed in concern. The collapsed man absently nodded, trying to recollect his thoughts. He rolled over on his back, allowing his scaled friends to curl around him. Wilde slithered his way over to him, wrapping around Snake's wrist.

"What did the bastard do to you?" He demanded loudly. Apparently, Wilde had told everyone else once what happened when he was so rudely thrown into their room by Black, and had rallied up the rest of the snakes up against the head servant. Snake knew this because everyone else hissed in response, urging him to answer so they could hurry up and take their revenge. The white-haired butler only shook his head, not knowing how to explain anything.

"No, he didn't do much.. he let me go really easily, though. I was sure he would p-punish me.." Snake spoke in hushed tones, not wanting to wake his fellow servants up. He wasn't sure if he wanted to ask Goethe and the others anymore. Not while they were plotting Black's demise, at the very least.

"Punish?! For what?! Not looking at him?!" Wilde hissed incredulously.

"Oh right, you weren't there when it happened… Well, it started when Finny came running down the hallway.." Snake proceeded to re-tell his story, and in very vague words, he told them of the kiss to his hand (Snake gripped said hand tightly at this point), and their embrace. They all stayed subdued during the story, except for Oscar, who urged Snake on by lightly tapping his head to the man's forehead whenever he faltered.

Snake was done with his little tale and looked around nervously at his circle of friends. He wasn't sure what he was looking for in their gazes. Rejection? Disgust? Resentment? He found none of that, though. Only their usual warm and loving expressions, with a slight tinge of confusion. He smiled shakily at them, glad to have someone to rely on. Snake didn't care if his only friends were these cold-blooded animals; they were more than he could ever hope to have.

"Wow. Okay. So um.. everyone else on board with completely pulverizing this asshole?" Wilde prompted, and the rest hissed in agreement, causing a very confused butler to stare in disbelief.

"W-what?!" With his voice rising, Snake half-stood up. He quickly realized his mistake and covered his own mouth, swiveling around to stare at the door. When no enraged butlers by the name of Black stormed in, he sat back down and gave out a small sigh. In low whispers, he continued, "You can't hurt him! I didn't necessarily push him away, y'know?" Snake tried to reason out with them, hoping they would understand the strange feeling he had in his chest. They, however, were quick to explain that away.

"Of course not! He's a filthy manipulator who only cares about himself! He knows how to get what he wants, and I'm not surprised he didn't take it any further. That bastard. I hope he rots in hell." Emily was quick to reply. It was strange to hear them curse, since they rarely did it. Snake had once overheard them talking about his innocence, though he didn't really get what they meant by that. Now that he was older, he understood some of it, though not everything.

Then again, there were still a lot of things he didn't understand. He remembered when he walked into Joker's tent one night, looking for mice to feed his friends, and instead found Joker lying on the bed, grunting and making the sheets covering him rise and fall. Goethe had instantly wrapped around Snake's skull, covering his eyes and causing temporary blindness, while a flustered Joker angrily kicked them out. When Snake tried to ask them what had happened, they all looked around nervously at each other before slithering away. He decided to go back another day, and upon finding a questionable magazine of girls with strange outfits, he decided his search was useless and headed back. Snake never found out anything else, though his curiosity was never quenched, he never uttered another word about it.

He briefly wondered if this was going to be another one of those incidents, if he asked them about his feelings, they would all run away. He was debating on if he should ask anyways, when Webster piped in and suggested Snake should get his rest. Snake was all too glad to oblige, deciding to deal with his blood-thirsty friends another day. He'd just have to find someone else to ask, he figured.

Now returning to the present day, Snake found himself helping out in the kitchen again, though he was careful not to burn anything. He had a friend with him this time- Oscar- though he was currently coiled up in a corner, resting. Snake was talking quietly with Bard, a bit more comfortable with his companions here at the mansion. The chef was teaching him how to bake cookies, a simple enough task. Snake's first batch turned out to be a shapeless lump on a tray, which Finny promptly stole and ate, claiming it was still good, if maybe a bit undercooked. He still ate it though, saying he liked cookie dough better anyways.

"Hey Snake! I'm gonna go to the garden real quick and pick some spices. Why don't you try cooking up another batch and see if they come out a bit better?" Bard picked up a basket and headed out, with Oscar following; most likely to catch some prey.

"A-all right..!" Snake called out as the door was closing. He realized he was suddenly alone in the kitchen, but tried not to let it get to him too much. He went about his way, taking care of his new task. He was sure to be extra careful this time, recalling Bard's instructions. Once he finished putting the new tray into the oven, he turned around and got a face full of Black's jacket.

"My my, I never knew you could cook," Black placed his hands on Snakes' shoulders, gently prying him off, though still not removing his grasp. The scaled man flushed and looked up at him. He wasn't sure if he should be glad that Oscar wasn't here or not.

"I-it.. They're just cookies… A-and besssides.. Bard is t-teaching me how…" Snake mumbled, feeling slightly proud despite his humble words.

"I see, I see. I don't see Bard around here, though. Not even one of your friends, which I'm glad to see you obey orders when I say 'no animals allowed in the kitchen'," Snake felt a twinge of shame here, knowing Oscar had only left the room, and Black so happened to walk in during that time. He only nodded and let him continue. "I came in here to prepare a cup of tea for myself. Would you like some?" Black asked, but didn't really let Snake respond as he put his arm around his shoulder and led him to the counter with a few stools.

"O-oh Bla-ack, I don't want t-to take up your ti-ime…" The scaled butler stammered, gratefully taking a seat as he felt his legs start to get wobbly. Black smiled at him before turning to put a kennel on the stove. He called over his shoulder to Snake.

"Oh no, you are not wasting my time. You make my time with you quite… valuable," Snake could see his usual smile plastered on his face and quickly averted his gaze. Some sort of praise? He wasn't used to that kind of thing, so he looked at the other stool beside him; trying not to grin widely.

Ah, but doesn't Master Smile take up all of his time? And even if he does get a break, wouldn't he rather spend it alone, with some much-needed quiet? Master Smile tends to be a bit demanding.. Gathering up all of his courage, Snake decided to ask Black about this. Bronte and the others always told him to be considerate, and he wanted to live up to their expectations.

…. He might've also wanted Black to hurry up and leave before Oscar finished his meal and discovered the two… He most certainly was not being selfish! He was actually trying to look after his master! …. Or more like his own friends, since Black didn't seem to be much affected by their poison… He seemed to have a huge amount of willpower for Master Smile. Snake wondered if the boy knew how lucky he was to have someone like that.

His thoughts brought him back to Master Smile, and he returned to the present. He noticed that Black was talking to him. Again. Again, he had not listened to a word he said. This definitely isn't going to make me look good.. I hope I don't get punished like Bard..!

"Snake? Oh my, you seem to have daydreamt again. Am I really that much of a bore?" Snake looked up and saw that Black was still at the oven; back turned and face obscured. Still, Snake knew that he probably had that irritating smile painted on him.

Wait… I'm not getting lectured? Is this a test of sorts? "Is this a trick question?" Snake spoke without hesitation, and with no pauses, nor stuttering. This would've been a proud moment for him -being able to independently talk- if they weren't such rude words. Which he belatedly realized. He quickly covered his mouth, wide eyes boring into Black's back; searching for tense movements, which usually led to violence. Even though it was always self-controlled and precise, an angry Black was a scary Black.

And because of this expectation, Snake was surprised to hear the man chuckle. "Oh Snake, you shouldn't worry. I'm not giving you your exam. Those come later," Black had turned around with two cups in hand and daintily handed one to the bewildered servant. Snake squeaked out a small thanks and Black nodded in reply. He then proceeded to sit across from the scaled man, smiling softly at him.

"W-what do you mean l-later..?" Snake asked, returning to their conversation. He looked down at the milky tea, waiting for it to cool down a bit.

"Why of course, I have to evaluate your progress as a Phantomhive servant. Even if Master Ciel hired you himself -for whatever reason I do not know- I must assess your qualities and make recommendations," Black sipped at his tea, adding a mumbled, "Though it's likely he'll ignore them.."

Ah, so he does get annoyed! And yet he still remains as loyal as ever! Snake suppressed his giggle with a gloved hand when he heard the last part, uncertain if Black would tolerate this sort of 'speaking ill' of Master. Then he looked back at him and saw that Black was smiling, a hint of amusement glimmering in his eyes. Snake now knew that he let the remark out on purpose and grinned back at him; reveling in their friendly conversation.

Snake was glad he was being given this much leeway, and not facing the typical polite, yet cold head butler. He wondered if he could talk with him like this on more than one occasions, and found himself looking forward to their next meeting; whenever that might be. For now, he just wanted to enjoy his time with the man, so returned to the present.

… Back to the present.. That means back to the bossy Master.. Which means back to the extremely busy Black who normally doesn't have time for things like this. Suddenly, Snake didn't feel too cheerful..

Sebastian watched the other across from him, smiling at the adorable burst of joy that appeared on his face. He knew talking about his master like that wasn't a respectful thing to do, but it didn't bother him much. His master wasn't there to hear him, and he was still being loyal, so he figured all was well. It was worth it, anyways. To see Snake's smiling face.

He must smile more often. It suits him better than his usual timid expression. Though those are pleasing to see, too.

Alas, to Sebastian's dismay, Snake let the smile slip right off his face and replaced it with a small frown. His eyes lost their gold sparkle as he seemed to be deep in thought. Sebastian examined him; a bit carelessly and obviously seeing as Snake would probably not even notice him. He had left to his own little world, yet again. Sebastian huffed and tried not to lose his patience. Sometimes he was as fickle as his own master.

He reached out for Snake with his shoulder in sight. However, he stopped as he heard Snake speak up, hand hovering above aforementioned shoulder.

"M-master Smile can be a bit d-demanding, r-r-right..? Master B-black probably doesn't ha-ave time for th-these kind of things-ss…" Snake was busy examining his tea like it was the most spectacular thing he'd ever seen. Was this his way of telling me to leave? After trying so hard to be nice to the kid? Ok, he's not really a kid, but this was still rude! Sebastian would have none of that.

The head butler cupped his cheek, making Snake finally look up at him. Black stared at him with a slight frown, about to start his lecture; but those damn eyes stopped him yet again. They were a hazy amber with flecks of green, and Sebastian stopped to marvel at them. He had never seen Snakes' eyes like this! He gave a soft smile and leaned over the counter to get a better view of them.

"My my, are you kicking me out of this kitchen? What a shame, I was starting to enjoy your company, though I see this might have simply been one-sided," Sebastian let his eyebrows furrow as he put on an air of mock-hurt.

"N-no..! I just th-thought that we wouldn't have t-time to do this a-again.." Snake trailed off, biting his lip as if to prevent himself from saying anything else.

Ah, this is not good. It would seem that my little servant has started to care for me… Though that's not necessarily a bad thing either.. The others already do so more than what I believe is healthy. Sebastian was having a bit of a dilemma. He could go down one path and cut off what was starting to fester. It'd be safer that way, since he'd have no one clinging on to him once the contract with his master was fulfilled. He could easily slip away, but he preferred if others try not to research him. It'd save them him the trouble of being summoned by a pack of sniffling idiots that were pretty useless, since they usually didn't offer their souls.

Or he could go down the other one, which led to… well, more deceit, really. Sebastian could humor the servant; allow him to think he was significant. He would eventually know the truth -but only at the end- when Sebastian had his interest fully quenched. Sure, it was selfish, but since when did demons care?

Sebastian looked back down upon Snake's flustered face and decided he wanted to be selfish. He wanted to steal the man's innocence, and perhaps his soul while he was at it. He knew his betrayal would be a lovely spice to his soul, and found that he couldn't wait any longer.

Remembering Snake's adorable explanation, Sebastian replied, "It's true that my master takes a large portion of my time up, but I could always make some extra room for you. As I said before, my time spent with you is valuable.." Sebastian let his eyes travel over the scaled butler's face, pausing to rest at pale pink lips that were currently being bitten into.

Sebastian didn't like that. If anyone should be able to bite those silky lips, it should be him. Feeling strangely possessive, Sebastian leaned forward, but not before he was stopped by a small,

"V-valuable..? R-really..?" Sebastian tore his gaze from Snake's mouth and moved up to his eyes. He found that he wasn't the only one staring at lips. This made him smile wider.

"Mm, very. Let me show you how much…" And with that, Sebastian closed the small gap between them and proceeded to kiss the man.

Strange, he tastes of lemons.. Sebastian thought it was a bit peculiar, but he found that didn't mind. He wasn't fond of sweet things anyways. In fact, he was finding this particular taste to be quite intoxicating. He tried to move slow as to not scare the servant that much, but the task of not just delving into that hot cavern and taking everything for himself was getting harder to keep up. Sebastian stood from his seat and now fully leaned over the counter, one hand threading through Snake's hair and pulling his bangs back while the other gripped the edge was a way of supporting himself.

He was surprised at the timid hands that came to rest on his shoulders, trying to pull him in, but he deemed they were more than welcome. Also when Snake finally decided to kiss back –or at least try to- Sebastian became impatient and acted on impulse. He hastily pushed the tea set away, for once not caring if he made a mess, and pulled the now shivering man onto the counter. Surprised, Snake flung his arms around Sebastian's neck as held on tightly, knees now on the marble top. His lips opened in a gasp, and Sebastian opened his eyes to see if Snake really was inviting him. He found that he was not, as his eyes were scrunched shut and his cheeks were beet-red, and the demon couldn't help but wonder if he knew how charming he was being, or if he was just a natural and never had the chance to find out.

Sebastian somehow knew this was his first kiss though –first kisses were always so clumsy and cute- so he settled for choice two. This made him more intrigued, because if this was him untrained, then…

At that moment, Snake tore away as he gulped down some much-needed air. Sebastian didn't really need much air –one of his many demonic qualities- so he got a bit annoyed and pulled Snake under again, relishing in those wonderful lemon-flavored lips. Sebastian kept pulling him forward until their chests were flush with one another and Snake had his knees precariously close to the edge, backside sticking out in the air. Sebastian smirked, momentarily breaking the kiss and imagined how lovely it would be to take that little pert ass and pound into it over this table…

But no, Sebastian needed to take it slow.. well, as slow as he could manage, for Snake's sake. He didn't want to frighten the poor man anyways. Still, he wanted to see how far he could push it..

Speaking of pushing, Snake was now applying more pressure against his lips, and though that was probably from the fear of falling over the edge, Sebastian preferred to think that it was Snake's desire rising. The superior decided he had enough and placed his hands behind Snakes' knees, effectively pushing him onto his lap. Snake immediately wrapped his legs around Sebastian's waist and his grip on Sebastians' shoulders tightened considerably. The trembling man gasped in surprise again, and this time Sebastian took the chance, slipping his tongue inside. The taste of lemons significantly increased as he explored, and he found a hint of… honey..?

Ok, Sebastian took it back. He decided that honey was now one of his favorites despite its sweetness. Besides, it was just a hint. Still, Sebastian wanted more and poked at Snake's tongue, coaxing it to come out and play. The head butler noticed Snake's increased shuddering and rubbed his hands on his back, forming slow circles. Snake seemed to calm a bit and he started to participate as he pushed back up on Sebastian's slick muscle.

Sebastian decided he's never found another person who could kiss quite like this. Sure, there had been the occasional fuck who wanted to indulge in kissing, and though they were usually good at it, too.. Sebastian couldn't explain it. It was always missing something.. It had plenty of lust and want, but.. there was no..

Snake lightly pulled back to get more air, and a quivering strand of saliva connected the two pairs of mouths. It was quickly cut in half as gravity pulled it down, and Sebastian found himself staring at the sight before him. Snake's face was completely red, same shade as his now irritated and plump lips, a bit of drool forming at the corners. His hair was tangled now, since Sebastian's hand couldn't stop playing with the silver strands. In fact, it was still raking through it now. He smiled at the sight, oddly feeling that surge of possessiveness flow through him again. Then, he noticed the cowlick atop his head was now loosely formed into a heart.

Sebastian's interest peaked as he wondered if it would be able to reveal his emotions.

… Emotion. Emotion! That's what was missing from his kisses! Real emotions anyways, other than need. Well, why would a demon kiss with emotion? They only fucked because of lust. There was no need for anything else. Especially not love. Demons couldn't love. It was one of the emotions they couldn't feel. Even the humans he occasionally slept with didn't kiss like that. They were all just one-night stands. And.. Sebastian was glad for that. It meant no questions, and especially no trouble. They were just used for relieving stress. That was exactly what he needed.

So why did Sebastian care..? He looked into Snake's lovely gold irises, hoping to find the answers. He didn't find the ones he needed, though. He found the love there. But not the why. Why? Sebastian was trying to find some excuse to leave, but was interrupted with,

"B-black..? Are y-you oka-ay..?" Snake tentatively raised his hand and swept the back of his knuckles across Sebastian's cheek. The superior found himself closing his eyes to better appreciate the touch. He decided right then and there that he couldn't afford to care. He had no time for a weak emotion like that. He would just hurry and fuck the guy, then resume his work.

In fact, if he wanted to, he could just take him right now. He'd easily say yes, he seemed to be very willing. And if he hesitated, Sebastian could easily convince him. Yes, it was the easiest way. He would take it.

And with that in mind, he simply resumed to kiss Snake, pushing him up against his chest. This action caused Snake's bottom to brush up on Sebastian's groin, and Sebastian let out a small moan into Snake's mouth. The scaled butler gasped in response, shivering at the movement.

"Bl-black.." He managed in between kisses. Snake moved back and ground his erection against Sebastian's. Snake tore away from their heated kiss and threw his head back, allowing his bangs to fall clear from his face. The superior took this chance to bite and suckle at Snake's neck through his collar.

"I wonder.. I saw some scales on your chest before, but do you have them anywhere else?" Sebastian gnawed at his tie, loosening it so he could finally gain access to a pearly white column, scales unevenly distributed about. He licked at a patch and Snake gasped, grinding down harder. Sebastian chuckled in amusement. So they're sensitive. Sebastian stored that piece of information away, for later. For now, Sebastian brushed his hand over the tent in Snake's pants, pleased to say he was fully hard. Snake moaned in appreciation and dug his nails in to the head butler's coat.

This encouraged Sebastian to undo the zipper and reach in, quickly finding his target and wrapping gloved fingers around Snake's shaft. He felt goose bumps rise underneath his tongue from where he was sucking on Snake's neck. Sebastian then realized how.. big Snake was. He moved his fingers about, trying to better assess the situation. He was huge! And this man had never..? Sebastian was amazed. He was seriously considering if he should let the guy top, but his lack of experience didn't seem worth it… Well.. He'd have to think about it.

For now, Sebastian just let his hand take over as he thumbed over the head and elicited a loud groan from Snake. He smiled against his throat, gently biting down on the skin before him.

"A-ahh.. W-what..?" Snake managed to breathe out.

Was this man asking a question? Surely he can't be that uneducated, right? Sebastian knew that even Finny had a vague idea of sex. So surely…

"Have you never done this before, Snake?" Sebastian relinquished Snake's neck and took a look at his face, wanting to confirm it. His hand never stopped moving, though. He liked to see this writhing Snake. The shivering man only shook his head; eyes scrunched shut and mouth open in a small 'o'.

No? This would be extremely fun. Sebastian took the chance to lean forward and kiss the man, instantly sliding his tongue right in. Snake eagerly played, but faltered a bit when Sebastian decided to increase the speed. It only took a few more minutes after that, and Snake promptly exploded in Sebastian's hand. Sebastian pumped a few more times, milking him. He had cried out and bit the superior's tongue roughly, and he slumped forward. Sebastian was surprised to taste blood in his mouth from Snake's bite. He smirked. This kid could be quite the entertainer.

Snake panted against Sebastian's shoulder, arms tightly coiled around his neck. He started to move a few more minutes after, kissing his way from Sebastian's shoulder, past his neck and past his jaw, to finally stop at his lips. He lazily kissed, sloppy and wet. Sebastian felt his chest constrict, but quickly clamped down on that and shoved it away. He instead focused on their kiss, which even now had some emotion to it. He greedily lapped them up.

"So.. You've never.. done that before..? Not even.. to.. yourself..?" Sebastian asked in between kisses, curiosity growing exponentially. Snake only shook his head again, completely flustered. Not even to himself? He's missing out. Sebastian chuckled and pulled back. He also pulled his hand out of the confines of Snake's pants, looking down to see a wet spot. His gloves were also soiled, but no matter. It was worth it. About to pull them off, Snake stopped him and pulled his hand to his lips. His tongue poked out and lapped up the residue on Sebastian's gloves. Sebastian stared at him while he cleaned him up, utterly turned on.

I will not be able to restrain myself if he keeps this up.. Sebastian coughed lightly and Snake looked back up, only now seeming to realize what he had done. Flushed, he let out a worried,

"A-ah! I-I'm sorry.. I-I wanted to know wh-what it tasted like.." His eyes glued to the ground, avoiding Sebastian's stare. Sebastian only chuckled.

"So what was it like? Any good?" Snake seemed to blush even more.

"S-salty I guess.. It wasn't bad.." He licked his lips, as if to remember the taste. Sebastian couldn't take it anymore and kissed him harshly, tasting the remnants for himself. He decided that if he went any further, he wouldn't be able to stop, so he gently pulled away, declaring,

"Let's get you cleaned up," The head butler lifted Snake by his hips and set him back up on the countertop, leg dangling over the edge. Like this, Snake was taller than him, and Sebastian had to look up as Snake caught his lips once more. It ended all too fast, at least for Sebastian. Snake seemed pretty tired though, and he was back to panting again.

Finally, he stood from his seat and walked over to another counter to grab some paper towels. He came back and wiped at the sticky residue left on Snake's pants and a few drops that clung to his uniform. He then discarded his gloves and threw them in the trash, along with the towels.

"W-wait.. What about y-you..?" Snake had the audacity to ask. Sebastian turned back to face the blushing butler sitting in the counter. His gold eyes slightly wide and irritated lips set in a small pout. His fly was still down, and Sebastian could see a glimpse of green fabric underneath. Sebastian desperately wanted. But not right now. He couldn't. Not yet.

"Do not worry about me. Just keep doing what I did to you, yourself. It'll help desensitize. That's all you have to do for me. Do you understand?" Sebastian stated in an almost clinical tone, but added under his breath, "Cutie." Snake somehow managed to hear, though Sebastian didn't know how since it wasn't intended to be heard. Still, the results were nice since Snake's face flushed again. He simply nodded. Sebastian smiled and proceeded to instruct, "Now go replace your uniform, I'll clean the rest of this up." He looked at the shattered tea set on the ground, liquid forming puddles.

"Y-yes Master Black!" Snake leaped from the counter and was about to leave when Sebastian called out,

"Oh, and Snake? You can call me Sebastian," He declared. Snake glanced back and grinned.

"Yes Sebastian-sama!" And practically skipped away.

That servant… How am I possibly going to go through with this..? Sebastian smiled and slowly shook his head. He walked over to the oven and pulled out the until now forgotten batch of cookies. They were a bit lumpy, but he decided to give them a try.

They weren't bad. The man could cook a little, too. Sebastian mulled over his situation while eating them. Quite frankly, he was in deep shit. He looked back down at the batch, deciding he'd have to go back and offer Snake some. Before Finny came around and stole them, at least. Yes, that gave him an excuse to go see him again. Ignoring the annoying feeling in his chest, he decided he would do just that.

He looked down at the tent in his own pants and decided that it could wait. He had.. other business to take care of..

AN: Long chapter! Hurray! And I'm sorry for the lack of chapters updated! I have no excuse ;n; Please forgive me? You can have one of Snake's wonderful cookies..? Oh and about that cover picture, you can find it on my deviantart, same username! And if you find any mistakes, sorry! Please point them out for me?