Well here you go ^^ I tried my best as far as the lemon goes but I didn't go too much into detail and did only what I felt like doing without feeling too bad. I hope you like it, so tell me what you think! Review!

Warning: this chapter is rated M for mature content.

I eagerly scampered after Sebastian as we made our way down the halls to the room Ciel was being held in.

"What is that racket? I'll give you all a 'y'!"

I chuckled behind my fist as the boys scattered, dropping Ciel to the ground as they formed a shaky line behind one of the upper class-men.

"Clayton. Why are you, as an upper year, participating in this foolishness?"

The kid, Clayton, stumbled through a half hearted excuse as Sebastian made his way over to Ciel. I, on the other hand, snuck over to Clayton and whispered with a smirk.

"I would hide if I were you. You interrupted him and he isn't too happy with you at the moment…I believe he mentioned something about…castrating whoever interrupted him?"

They all paled and took a few steps back, protecting their 'jewels' and they quickly left to take care of whatever it was they should've been doing. Of course, the look on Ciel's face wasn't too bad either, but I would have to enjoy his torture on a later date seeing as Sebastian had grabbed my collar and had begun to drag me away.

"Where are we going now? I already missed out on Ciel's 'dorm tradition'."

"We are simply going somewhere to finish what was interrupted."

In a flash, we were inside yet another room that smelled strongly of Sebastian's intoxicating scent. He literally threw me onto the bed as he removed his glasses. Seems he wanted to get right down to business, but I had other plans.

"Are we really going to do this in an all boy's dormitory? If anyone interrupts there's going to be quite a lot of questions."

Yep, that's right. I was trying to avoid this for as long as possible. But boy, if I thought he was mad about interruptions, avoiding this was only going to make everything worse. And I was right. Almost immediately after I mentioned that, I was lying on the bed with my arms and legs pinned and his smirking face above me, the cross necklace just barely skimming my shirt.

"Damon, you should know better. It's after hours so the brats will be asleep, I've taken care of the room, and a simple memory wipe wouldn't harm anyone should something occur."

"Damn, you're prepared."

"As a Phantomhive butler should be."

I rolled my eyes and went to retort, when something was shoved down my throat. I quickly turned to the side and spit the atrocious thing out, seeing a simple square bar was what it was.

"Are you serious? SOAP! I went through all of those sexual innuendos just so you could distract me long enough to clean out my mouth with a bar of soap?"

He chuckled deeply, leaning down and kissing me gently to which I retaliated by biting harshly on his bottom lip, ignoring the delicious coppery scent it brought into the room. Unfortunately, my body didn't want to ignore the demon drug and my breathing grew slightly faster as my eyes turned a molten gold. Sebastian of course thought this amusing, seeing how my plan had backfired, and was taking his time removing the top half of my uniform.

"Now Damon, your mouth did need a thorough washing but I never said those were innuendos."

I shivered as the cross he was wearing now brushed across my bare navel and I growled deeply at his teasing. He simply chuckled again and slid his bleeding lips over mine trying to get a response that I refused to give him. Suddenly, I felt something nibbling my ear and opened my mouth shocked that he had already found my weak point. Of course, he took that chance to initiate a heated kiss with him taking dominance. Something seemed off though as the kiss lasted so long I was gasping for breath when he finally did pull back.

"W-What the…hell took…so long?"

"It seems I have washed your foul mouth one to many times as it tasted like soap."

The pout he had on his face made me laugh and this time, when he opened his mouth to retort, I took control. I maneuvered him underneath me; letting my body hang above his as our tongues were in a heated dance, mine finally overtaking. It was his turn to growl after losing the advantage he had and I slowly slipped my hands under his shirt to remove it as he did mine. I pulled out of our kiss and tossed the offensive article across the room, getting distracted by the way Sebastian's muscles rippled as he leaned up.

"Hm, like the view? I must say though, that certainly is the first time I've been beaten at my own game."

I blushed, embarrassed at being caught looking and quickly turned my head to the side to get away from his lustful gaze. That was the very opportunity he was waiting for as he turned the tables, causing me to land very forcefully on the ground next to the bed and stare at him slightly shocked.

"I'm not going to let you beat me at everything, pup."

Needless to say, he attacked rather viciously, nipping and sucking on my ears and down to my neck and collar bone. I held back the moan I'm sure he wanted to hear and flinched at the sound of fabric tearing as he ripped off my chest bandages. My face flushed as one of his hands cupped my breast and the other trailed down to my waist. I had to bite the inside of my cheek as he fondled me and that seemed to only tick him off.

"Now Damon, you should know how much I dislike being forceful in order to get what I want."

His grip tightened painfully on my breast and he bit down hard on my ear making me yelp.

"Dislike? Seems to me like you enjoy it more than you let on, Sebastian."

He chuckled deeply and slid his other hand slightly below my waistline, teasingly. Two can play this game, so I wrapped my arms around his firm chest and slowly ground myself against him giving a laugh myself as he was the first to give in, groaning slightly in pleasure. I leaned forward and whispered seductively in his ear, just knowing it'll piss him off.

"Looks like I win again."

The groan turned into a growl and he swiftly stripped me down to my boxer shorts, using the belt to rope my hands together as he removed his own pants and pulled my legs apart. He hadn't done anything yet, but the forcefulness of his actions had me seeing his hair and face change into one more rugged.

The black and silver haired man stood over her, lust and betrayal evident behind the blue orbs that stared back. The moment his hand began tracing up my thigh, I lost all courage I had and dashed out from underneath him.

My back hit the wall as I curled my tail around myself, shaking in the corner; ears back and scars aching. The dark figure moved forwards slowly, confused as to why I was acting this way.

"Damon…"

A hand touched my shoulder and I slashed out at it, scratching the offending object only to recognize the smell of it's blood. Sebastian. He looked betrayed, angry, tired, restless. As though I had taken everything from him and burned it in front of his eyes. It was then I realized that I wasn't in the forest, being used, stabbed in the back. I was with Sebastian. He wouldn't do that to me; I trusted him.

"Sebastian…"

I tackled him to the ground, kissing him deeply, as we caught up to where we left off. When we were both finally ready, he stopped; staring at me as he hovered.

"I won't be like him, Damon. I will never do anything like that bastard. I'm different from him, so please…relax. I don't wan to hurt you."

I glanced up at his blood red eyes and saw how sincere he really was. This surprisingly caring side to Sebastian that no one had ever seen was going to be my safety. I reached up my tied hands, wrapped them around his head, buried my fingers into his raven hair, and whispered gently into his ear.

"I love you, Sebastian."

With that, we pulled each other close; his arm across my lower back as he slipped inside. It hurt for maybe an instant before we finally got into a steady, quick paced rhythm. We continued until day break, where we were forced to stop due to the school's tightly kept schedule. I was sore and exhausted from our nightly exchange, and was nearly asleep when Sebastian's breath tickled my exposed ears.

"Damon, we need to get ready. I have already awoken Young Master with the other boys and you have rested long enough. Morning tea is in ten minutes and you have yet to even get dressed."

He sighed as I groaned and curled up into the pillow, before kissing my temple.

"What am I going to do with you?"

"You're going to let me sleep."

He chuckled and bent down to whisper to me.

"I suppose, since you performed magnificently all night."

I blushed cherry red and threw the pillow at him as he shut the door and left, smirking devilishly the whole time.

That man could damn well be the devil's reincarnation. After last night, I feel like I've sinned twenty times over.

"I'll take that as a compliment, my sweet demonic hell hound."