A/N: I didn't actually want to make this story longer than the original one-shot, so I didn't really thought of the plot bunny much. The ideas in here were adapted loosely from my reviewer's suggestions. So, credits to Lara for triggering Butler's plot bunny's response. I'm not into characters having mindless but mind-blowing sex without heart, so expect good plot with some lemon 'kay? However, for my long time readers, this is a different style of writing than my usual darker pieces (of which I actually pour more research into); more fluff, more fun (I guess?) – Basically, an attempt to give the big bad-ass Evil, a cheeky kinky naughty side. Throw a bit of sugar, spice, romance and love in there as well. Rated M for lemon. Disclaimed as usual. (Returns to Daemon's plot bunny for tweaking).

Chapter 2: That Butler, Realization

Long slender fingers, nails slightly long and painted black, traced the outline of his threadbare body from his navel upwards, caressing him, circling his stiff nipples, and moving further upwards to his Adam's apple. The fingers began to feel heavier as the hand attached to it, circled his slender neck, cupping his head in both hands now. Heavy lidded cerulean violet eyes opened lustfully, as a pair of lips lowered themselves to his own, gently nipping on his lips, demanding softly an entrance to his cavern. He conceded and sighed, parting his lips wider, allowing a slick red tongue to enter the moist cavern, toying with his own, sucking, kissing him; gently at first and harder next. One of the large cold hands left the confines of his neck and travelled downwards, tugging urgently on his developing manhood, caressing its tip and coaxing a bead of semen to bleed through the small opening. Those lips left his mouth and he felt strangely bereft. Protesting lustfully for more kisses, he was jolted with an electrical shock as those lips that left his yearning mouth, was now clamped around his manhood, coaxing, licking, kissing, sucking, demanding and with a passionate cry, he could feel himself release wantonly into the eagerly waiting mouth, sucking him dry, his back arching towards the ceiling…

"Aaahh… Sebastian! More… Please more…"

Ciel woke up with a rude start and a strangled cry caught in his throat. His eyes were wide opened and he sat upright in the bed. His hands quickly felt himself from top to bottom to check if anything was wrong with him. He was in a pair of dark blue pajamas. Nothing seemed odd. He felt his face and realized his eye patch was missing. He quickly grabbed for it from the bedside table and put it on. In a bizarre panic, his eyes widened at some odd memory of a fleeting dream and he immediately threw the blanket off the bed. The pillows followed suit. Nothing. Nothing was there. More importantly, NO ONE was there. He sighed in deep relief. It was a dream after all… NO, it was a nightmare! It couldn't have happened. Immediately the tenseness in his shoulders disappeared and his entire body slouched. Puffing out a relief breath of air from his mouth, Ciel slipped off the enormous bed. He was in dire need to relieve himself in the bathroom.

He stood up and stretched to the heavens. Taking a step forward was a mistake. Diving face first to the floor as his lower back and legs suddenly gave way, he fell to the floor in a nasty crash, skinning his knees and hurting his wrists trying to break his fall. Hissing through gritted teeth, Ciel turned over flat on his back and stared at the high ceiling in desperation. A voice taunted him at the back of his head, it wasn't a dream, Ciel, and you know it! There was no denying that his body had betrayed his adamant denial. No! No! No! He mentally groused. He fell for the bastard's dirty tricks, again. Turning over again on his stomach, Ciel attempted to crawl on the floor towards the bathroom. His lower back and legs were aching so badly it hurts to even crawl. Halfway to the bathroom door, Ciel gave up and groaned out loud, planting his face on the carpeted floor, annoyed and embarrassed at himself. Why did Sebastian have to take it so far? He grumbled. His face heated up even more with embarrassment at realizing he had a wet dream involving his damn butler… his damn hot butler…

"My Lord! What are you doing?!" Shiver crept up Ciel's arms and legs, settling on his neck, sending goose bumps of the wrong kind to pop up on his skin. That BUTLER!

Immediately Ciel was scooped up off the floor and into the arms of a demon butler he really didn't want to look at so early in the morning and after that dream. Turning his face away, knowing that it was now beet red and on fire, Ciel muttered something along the lines of 'I wished you'd disappear right now' and ignored his butler's attempts at coaxing anything else out of his mouth at that moment. Ciel pointed weakly to the bathroom and Sebastian complied, slightly perplexed as to why the young Earl was behaving oddly that morning. Ah… Could it be… he mused to himself. He tried to hide the smirk behind his usual morning smile but the attempt was so difficult to suppress. Ciel spun his head around and glared nastily at the butler as he could suddenly feel Sebastian's warm chest rumbling with suppressed laughter. At the sight of the adorable glare however, Sebastian could not maintain himself and bent down to rightly kiss the frown off his young Lord's face.

"W-WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!" Ciel screeched – if screeching was possible from a twelve year old boy – and hid his now crimson face from his demon butler.

"Making full use of your promise, my Lord," Sebastian whispered, but there was an undertone of malicious glee underneath his sweetly coated words, "You're not backing out on your promise now, are you, little Phantomhive Earl?"

"S-stop it Sebastian! I am a man of my words! How dare you even insinuate the idea!" Ciel protested, turning his face away, harrumphing at the same time, embarrassed to no end.

Sebastian waited outside the door as his young master finished with his business. He stood there, contemplating the sensibleness of his decision to pursue the bearer of his contract. A week ago, Ciel had promised that he would do anything – anything for Sebastian – in payment for his human services. There was a strong urge in him that had wanted Ciel in the most inappropriate of positions, a pull that had bothered him until last night after they had made love to the point of exhaustion and the young Lord fell into a sound sleep in his arms. He had been contemplating around an idea for the reason for this urge now but his mind was always addled with thoughts of a very wanton little master.

It had been just over two years now when he first met Ciel. The strength of the hatred in his voice, so liquid and viscous, pouring out of a child forced to grow up in the face of betrayal and death had irrevocably seduced Sebastian on the first pull like a lover's deadly kiss on his lips. He thought that this would be the ultimate meal, keeping him well-fed for a good ten millennia before the next hunger began. He did not, however, count on the arrogance of the little Earl, the determination to exact revenge on those who had wronged him and had taken away his virginity and desecrated his purity; caging the proud lord like an animal. He did not count on the need to appease the young Earl, who at often times had a sad faraway look in his eyes when he thought no one was looking, the deep-seated rage that was always there, the turbulent emotions simmering just below the surface of the cool demeanor.

He did not count on wanting to know how it would feel to break those reins free, to let his emotions take over and let him have his way with himself. He ultimately, however, did not count on caring for the young Earl, despite insisting that he was one of the highest ranking – and most formidable – demons in Hell. His young charge had demanded many an impossible task from him, challenging him, looking down on him despite his best effort, expected nothing but perfection from him and he rose to each and every single occasion; cherishing the few times the young Earl had acknowledge that he had surpassed himself.

He certainly did not count on falling in love with the contract bearer.

The thought struck a rusty chord in Sebastian's heart. There was a sudden pang of sadness. Do demons fall in love? Demons lust after another's body the same way humans would lust; an elevated, alleviated, amplified lust beyond human imagination. He thought of his parents, Lord Primicerius and Lady Caelestis, both demons and despite having been alive for thousands of years, was madly in love with one another. Could he possibly learn to love? He has had sexual liaisons with both sexes over the years after reaching his demonic prime but had he ever fallen in love?

"I believe, I haven't," Sebastian whispered to himself, sifting through the memories in his mind, "I believe… this is my first love,"

The revelation lifted a burden he didn't realise he was carrying in his heart. A genuine laughter escaped his lips as he rolled the idea around on his tongue. He was in love, with a child of twelve who had the mind of a man who had seen the evil of the world and had lived to tell the tale. He had underestimated the strength of the child's mind and character. He had underestimated how strong the pull of Ciel's soul was to him. Wait, he thought, it wasn't the pull of a mere meal ticket. This insatiable lust… it was the pull of something more ancient; more primordial, provoking his senses and stirring an awakening in him. Sebastian's eyes widened as he felt a slight blush heat up his face and lifted his hand to cover it at the second revelation. The little Earl's pull, was the pull of a soulmate.

As this thought formed itself completely in his mind's eye, a primeval protective instinct overwhelmed him and he staggered a little. He wheeled around to the door facing him and he placed his hand on the wooden frame. He could feel the silky threads of destiny weaving through him, somehow sewing shut a hole in his own soul he didn't realise was there to begin with. Immediately his mind settled and sealed shut. He had made up his mind. He would make the child love him in return despite his age. He would turn the child into a demon, like him and they would live an eternity of their lives together. He would…

Something hard ran right into him.

"Ack! Sebastian! What are you doing! Don't block the door, man, move aside!" Ciel groused and grumbled, annoyed at having his butler stand in front of the bathroom door, blocking his path. He pinched the bridge of his slightly sore nose and stared at his butler who was giving him this odd look.

"My Lord…" Sebastian breathed at the sight of the ruffled cerulean-violet eyed boy.

"Wha- Hey!" Ciel sputtered indignantly, "Sebastian, let go!"

Sebastian had pulled him into a tight embrace and the little Earl struggled a little in the restrains, his mind fresh now with the memories of last night's rendezvous in the bathroom leading towards the bedroom… Oi! Stop it! His mind screamed at him. He struggled for a moment longer before realizing that his efforts were futile. Wait… this feels… different, Ciel thought again when he realized his butler was not letting him go. There was something different about Sebastian right now. Tentatively, Ciel placed his arms around the quiet butler and immediately the lean arms around him tightened significantly and forced Ciel to bend backwards a little, standing on his tip toes as Sebastian buried his face in the crook of his left shoulder.

"Sebasti-" Ciel began, a little worried now at the butler's bizarre antics.

Ciel's words were cut off with a pair of lips making its way to his mouth, and a pair of hands cupping the sides of his head, tilting his head upwards. The lips demanded entrance only Ciel intimately knew for what. His thoughts were on his butler the whole time he was in the bathroom. He had stood in front of the mirror and had looked at his reflection. He had stripped himself of his pajamas and saw for the first time the fresh bruises above the fading ones on his body; bright red and purplish love bites adorning the base of his neck – even in the heat of passion, Sebastian was mindful of the Earl's appearance and only bit where no one would be able to see them.

Ciel had turned around slowly to observe Sebastian's handiwork and saw the rounded bite marks on his shoulders where Sebastian had clamped his teeth down on, thrusting his manhood as deep as he could into him. There was a distinct deeper bite where Sebastian's incisors had drawn blood. Ciel shivered pleasurably at the memory. Ciel traced the spider-like marks that marred the perfection of his porcelain skin with the pad of his forefinger, sending goose bumps rising on his skin and he trembled pleasurably. He remembered those vividly then. He remembered how Sebastian had grabbed his arms and legs, pushing himself deeper, sending them both careening over the edge of ecstasy. Just by reliving these memories, his well-sucked nipples hardened, and so did another part of his anatomy. Ciel had to force deep breaths into his lungs to expel the sudden rigidness of his lust and hurried to put his pajamas back on.

That lust was returning now as Sebastian kissed him fiercely, demanding more from the Earl's lips and tongue. Their tongues danced a complex routine, prodding, begging, sucking and pulling at one another. Their hands seemed to be everywhere, touching each other everywhere, caressing each other through the thin material serving as the only barrier from a right out frolic on the floor. Ciel opened his eyes as he panted for breath, and saw that Sebastian's eyes were now ablaze with demonic ferocity. The butler's incisors had lengthened sizably and Ciel knew what to expect next. His mind was clouded by a red haze of lust as he closed his eyes again and bent his neck sideways. Sebastian lowered his head and sank his teeth into the base of Ciel's neck, drawing a mouthful of blood out of the young Master. Ciel's hands grabbed the front of his shirt and he released little moans of ecstasy. Sebastian was extremely sexually charged as the blood he had taken contained a piece of his Master's soul. The ecstasy was unimaginable.

"Oya! Oya! What's this big brother~ My! My! What a sight for my sore eyes~" the flamboyant voice of Lord Daedalus floated into Ciel's bedroom.

Effectively putting a clamp on any further hope for frolicking.

Sebastian had let Ciel go so quickly, the young Earl did not have time to give the usual scathing response, settling instead for feeling colossally mortified, dumbfounded and speechless. Eyes wide, ears burning with even more embarrassment than was warranted, Ciel's mouth gape opened and closed like a goldfish out of water. He caught a glimpse of bright blue pants, a canary yellow undershirt and a white suit before Sebastian's all black form hid him from view. He wished however he had missed the ogling eyes of Sebastian's younger brother, the mouth that nearly dropped to the floor and the hands that were planted on both sides of his cheeks. Lord Daedalus was absolutely fawning over the scene he had just witnessed, jumping up and down on the balls of his feet with excitement at having caught his usually stoic, stern-faced brother in the throes of passion.

"Leave before I break your wings again, Daedalus," Sebastian warned in a voice that was strangely cheery, sweet and accommodating. His lips had curled into a dazzling smile as he wiped any traces of blood from them. His eyes, however, were anything but cheerful. They were the reptilian crimsons of a demon sexually supercharged and gravely annoyed at being interrupted.

"Oya! You never let me in on the fun!" Daedalus whined; Ciel could literally hear the pout in that voice but what Daedalus said, in a huskier voice, next sent another shiver down Ciel's back, "Lord Phantomhive, you were really quite loud, your moans were so sexy and alluring that it pulled me out of my sleep. I wouldn't mind a piece of that ar– "

"Daedalus…" Sebastian hissed and had taken a step forward towards his unbelievable brother, his aura darkening like a raging storm, "I am going to break your wings,"

"Going! Going! Going!" Ciel heard Daedalus squawked and leave, a little too hurriedly, a sure sign that the younger blonde brother held a flicker of fear – real fear – for the demon butler. The door slammed behind the other demon.

Sebastian's eyes lingered a moment longer on the closed door. He could sense his brother prowling the nearby hallway but he was sure that the blonde brat would leave them alone for the time being. Sometimes he wondered how he was even related to him, much less be his older twin brother. Sebastian sighed. Daedalus had taken after his mother's personality traits and a bitter reminder on his tongue that he resembled a rather annoying Death God, Grell Sutcliffe. He wondered what was in store for him next, now that his family was here. Turning around, Sebastian came face to face with a rather stunned midget-like red tomato dwarf dressed in pajamas standing behind him. Sebastian's eyebrows quirked upwards and he immediately went down on one knee, his right hand clasped to his heart and his head bowed.

"Forgive me, My Lord, for my actions and… my brother's words," Sebastian words were laced with longing as well as a small bite, annoyed with Daedalus.

"Sebastian…" Ciel whispered, "He heard us… He saw us…"

"I'm sorry my Lord, I will remember to add padding to the walls to mute the sounds of your moans and to barricade the door with magic so no one could open it,"

A tick began to form on Ciel's forehead at Sebastian's lack of tack. He was referring to something else entirely. He wasn't referring to padding the walls with sound-proof barriers so they could ravage one another as loud as they wanted to. He was referring to being caught out making blisteringly hot love to his butler! A man no less! He was a man too! He was referring to the night of the indescribable wanton pleasure that kept repeating itself in his mind's eye, stirring his nether regions every time he thought of Sebastian. He was referring to how he loved making love to his butler but they were caught! He was referring to – he didn't know what he was referring to in the end – and all he could feel at that very moment was the stinging burning on his face and lashing out the only way he knew how. He grabbed fistfuls of his hair and in an act so unlike the Earl of Phantomhive, Ciel yelled out in frustration.

"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT! ARRGGHHHHHHH! I'M SO EMBARRASSED I COULD DIE!"

And that's how Sebastian found himself inelegantly thrown out of his Master's bedroom who was still raging in red hot mortification. Shaking his head, flabbergasted to say the least, Sebastian questioned himself once again, was he really in love? Seriously? With that brat? He felt intense humiliation, which was very obvious, at Daedalus pointing out how deeply involved they were with one another. So logically, the best solution to that was to add padding to the walls and barricade the door with magic so they could be as loud as they want and strip down to nothingness without fear of being heard. Right? Tapping his lips with a gloved forefinger, tucking the silver tray under his arm, Sebastian looked upwards in thoughtfulness. He walked away from his Master's chambers, albeit uncomfortably at the strain in his pants. He would make him a delightfully sweet dessert as a sign of apology.

Although… He didn't quite understand why he needed to apologize in the first place. Sweets, however, had always had a certain effect on his young charge. He was determined to pick up where he had left off before Daedalus interrupted them rudely.

That BUTLER!