Sorry for my absence, loves.

I have been off killing monsters in the hellish swamps of Massura.

ACTUALLY all I do is play minecraft.

Haven't written in quite a bit, so this may be rusty. HOWEVER, please AS BLOODY ALWAY, review.

C/A/K/E

Russian Roulette. That is, exactly, what he was. The young master, I never could quite tell if he was going to rip my head off.

Or my clothes.

It was tiresome. I may be the demon, but this human boy... knows tricks even hell would commend.

Like that trick with that sharp tongue of his. Oh, the devil himself...

Quickly I began sweeping the floor to try to remove my mind from the metaphorical gutter. Not that it was actually helping, at all. Nothing could get my mind away from such... provocative... thoughts once they had slipped down that path.

Especially not after that little incident last week, involving quite a bit of frosting.. and cake...

Oh hell.

I must admit a quiet groan excaped my lips. We had gone that night, five times. FIVE. I hadn't thought the human boy capable of such... acts... as he performed that night. So, quite obviously, I couldn't get it out of my raven-locked head. How long I'd waited to see that body, that porcelain skin, those-

"Sebastian!"

I jumped at the calling of my name. I was so deep in my... unholy... thoughts i shivered at his commanding tone.

Is it completely inappropriate that even his voice, having grown so low and demanding, alights my every nerve ending on fire?

I simply can not help myself.

Swiftly, I walked to the master's study, where he sat waiting for my arrival.

"Sebastian. Took you long enough." He grunted, his eye rolling, and looking genuinely displeased.

However that little flash in his expression, I knew better. He gave himself away as easily as a book gives away its knowledge.

"My lord." There was a bite to my tone, matching his false annoyance, "What is it you need? You're wish is my command."

"I needed you ten minutes ago. When I called." Again, that demanding, short staccato send my horomones reeling.

Trying to compose myself, lest I lose this game of dominance, I cleared my throat.

"My lord, with all due respect," I stabbed, falsely using a tone of comfort, "It has only been mere seconds since you called my name. Shall I call for a doctor? Surely if you think time is flying so quickly, you must be sick."

He was silent, that cold, cruel sapphire eye glaring, boring into me. I stood my ground, as ever, unmoving.

The master stood.

I swallowed, my skin crawling with the shivers, vibrating nerve endings screaming for his touch. Begging though my face and body language remained impassive.

My face was forced violently to the side as his hand marred my cheek with it's impression.

"Speak like that to me again, Sebastian. I dare you. I'll feed you to the dogs."

As quickly as the sharp slap stung my skin, his lips were suddenly on mine, feverish, his skin hot even through his clothes as he presses himself to me, backing me into the desk. Papers, ink, and sealing wax tumbled to the floor, clattering against the wood, as our bodies transformed into some strange cephalopodian beast, losing which part belonged to the other.

Loss of all sense of self. That is what the master did to me. Tore me apart, picked me clean, and strew my pieces along the ground. Dirtying them while purging them with his presence. Giving me sin but making me more holy than I had ever been.

This boy... no, I stand corrected, this man would be the absolute death of me. I don't know how much longer I could keep up with this... this whirlwind tornado of passion he threw me into.

It seemed he had been a by only yesterday. Now he was kissing his way down my body, undressing me, dragging his lips and teeth across my skin, doing things demons couldn't even do to me.

I don't know how much more of this I could take.

He was devouring me. My mind, my body.

Everything.

And for the first time, the very first time, Sebastian Michealis is terrified. Absolutely terrified.