A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated in awhile guys! It's been a busy couple of weeks (sort of). So, I figured I'd throw in a filler story! This will be a chapter fic but they'll be short. I am mostly writing this fic because I can't sleep tonight. It's 1:30 in the morning and I'm so scared because I watched Paranormal Activiity and can't sleep. D8 Any ideas on how to cope with scary movies? If so, leave me a review on both the story and how you can help!

He was a great butler, really. He was always well-composed and hardly showed the true emotions that I knew brewed just beneath the surface. Can demons feel anything other than pleasure from human pain? Can they feel remorse? What about sadness? Is there anything else that makes Sebastian happy besides the frustrations of mankind and felines?

I am the great Earl of Phantomhive, Ciel Phantomhive. I am the master of five servants and heavily doted upon by a painfully emotional, yet devout, fiancee. My life is guaranteed safety until I have completed my goals. I have a lifetime job that keeps me busy. I am wealthy beyond reason and wise beyond my years. You would think that with this busy lifestyle and what appears to be a good one, I would not have time to test my butler, Sebastian.

But then again, you do not know me.

What other emotions is his capable of? This thought has crossed my mind on occasion, but my duties for the Queen has kept me on the go for many weeks now. Now I have time to spare and I cannot find a better way other than exploring the mysteries that lie behind those blood-red eyes of his.

"Sebastian Michaelis,"

A brief moment of shock crossed the raven-haired man's face for a moment and I stifled the low chuckle that tightened in my throat. He is not accustomed to me saying his full name. He can feel surprise, I know. But to what extent? I felt my left thumb caress the royal blue jewel that rested on my right thumb. My head swam with questions and I sipped at my tea, gazing at the vibrant flowers of the west courtyard garden. In the distance I could hear Finnian singing. Sebastian glanced in the same direction as the blonde's floating tune before training his attention back to me. A cool April breeze fluttered the grayish strands of my hair as I took another sip, wallowing the tea in my mouth a moment and relishing in the warm sensation as it traveled down my throat.

"What is it, young master?" Sebastian asked now, his voice laced with mild concern. I locked my eye with his own.

"Bring me scones."

The demon frowned lightly, his pale skin only creasing just slightly. "I apologize, my lord, but eating so late into the afternoon will spoil your dinner. It is marinating as we speak."

"Tch," I scoffed and felt a pang of agitation in my chest. I set the tea down and, much to my transgression, crossed my arms and pouted much like the thirteen-year-old boy that I am. Sometimes I hated the fact that I was so young. I could manage a toy company and remain in charge of a mansion but still had my moments when my only reaction was anything but professional. I regretted my reaction. Sebastian, however, chuckled darkly.

"Do not make such a face, my lord. It is unpleasant."

I frowned now, my agitation replaced with anger at this comment. I glared up at his cocky expression before standing. It was time to wipe that smirk off his face and bring out his true emotions.

"Sebastian," I gripped my cane firmly. I felt my heart hammer in my chest but I continued nonetheless. "Kiss me."

My straight-forwardness must have taken him by surprise for his jaw fell slack only slightly and all that he could respond with was a stuttered, "E-excuse, young master?"

"You heard me," I retorted rather harshly, "I demand you kiss me."

Sebastian remained frozen for a moment before shaking his head, dismissing my request. This angered me substantially.

"I'm sorry, m'lord, but that is hardly appropriate behaviour between a master and his servant."

As he explained why he denied my request, I had already begun to finger the eye-patch that hid the mark of our contract. I saw him stiffen again and I smirked.

"If you recall, Sebastian, I am not the average master and you are not the average servant. Do as I say." I paused and lifted the patch. What used to be an exotic blue pupil was now a vibrant purple. It seemed to glow brighter as my voice became more intense.

"Kiss me."

I saw Sebastian glance around, acknowledging the fact that no one was around to see. And then, in a quick moment, he was closer. I felt a larger, warmer hand rest on the small of my back. He united our abdomens (or as best as he could despite our differences in height), and smiled deviously down at me.

"Yes, my lord."

I felt him untie my eye-patch and I watched it drop to the ground at our feet. Taking his thumb and lifting my chin up to face him, I saw a new emotion in his eyes; on his face. It was an emotion that I could not place, one that I was totally unfamiliar with. It frustrated me that I could not gather enough knowledge to conclude what it was that shimmered in his eyes.

He lowered head and crooked it to the side. His breath was hot and sweet, a tempting lure. Slowly, his lips pressed against mine, causing me to gasp in surprise. He tasted so sweet, so deceivingly innocent! I felt his lips press harder and I slowly began to respond with a similar movement. His breath was hot in my mouth and I suppressed what is best described as a moan. Perhaps he sensed it because I felt his hand run through my hair and run down my neck. Absentmindedly, I grasped the lapels of his jacket and pulled him a little closer. I felt his tongue against my lips and then in my mouth, running against my teeth and own tongue. I had no experience and was unsure what I was supposed to do. I whimpered quietly and pulled away.

"That will be enough," I muttered, hoping that the heat that I felt along my cheeks was merely the sun and not the blush that was inevitably there. Sebastian smiled and pulled out a handkerchief. I took it hesitantly before wiping his saliva from around my lips and handing it back to him quickly. As he took it, I felt the soft caress of his gloved fingers. I scoffed and moved around him, heading back for the mansion so I could indulge myself in work. I had to think of a better way to evoke emotion in Sebastian. And from this experiment, it wasn't going to be easy.

Time for Plan B.