His Butler, Fuckin Hawt

Ravish Me, Oh Great One

Armin was in his room scrubbing his bright red stilettos. It was his first day at the new and intimidating manor. He wasn't sure how this would go. Either the other servants would be really nice, or really mean. There was no in between for sad little Armin. In the middle of scrubbing his second stiletto, he heard a firm knock on his door. His heart skipped a beat and his stiletto slipped out of his grasp, clattering to the floor. He swore under his breath, those were his favorite ones. He pulled up the pants that were included in the Survey Corps attire to hide his fishnet leggings. Opening the door, Armin put on the sweetest smile he had and opened the door. Standing before him was a maroon haired lady. She was kind of attractive.
"U-um.. the y-young master wanted me to fe-fetch you. Follow me."
"I'll be there in a minute," Armin said in an innocent voice. "Let me just clean up after myself." The lady nodded. She closed the door and he heard her talk again in a less shy voice; which was much more annoying. "THATS A FINE YOUNG WOMAN IN THERE YOUNG MASTER!" She squawked in an completely non subtle way.
"OH MY GERD, MEY-RIN, SRSLY?" Armin heard the young master squeal, completely taking him by surprise. The master was supposed to be a teenage boy, and it sounded like he was a teenage girl. Armin turned to look at his heels which were now on the floor, and debated on what to do with them and his fishnet tights. Armin fixed his hair, he didn't want to misrepresent himself in front of this what sounded like a beautiful woman. He put on his normal boots and placed his stilettos elsewhere. He exited the room and realized that he didn't know where to go. "Hello?" He called out. His footsteps were quiet against the velvet carpet. A ominous room had its door ajar just slightly, but it was enough to pique his curiosity. Armin began to walk towards it but was stopped by a cool hand on his shoulder and a voice in his ear.
"Looks like we have an escapee on our hands," the masculine voice reached Armin's ears and he shivered, enthralled. Who was this being? Turning around, Armin's eyes widened at the sight of this glorious human being in front of him.
"Who...who are you?" Armin's voice shook, and he hated sounding so weak in front of this obviously godly person.
"I'm Sebastian Michaelis, the young masters butler." Not like his got shorter because he didn't like the way he said that. He nodded stupidly. 'Ravish me butler' was all he could think of. "This way" the man said and Armin followed him. So this was the new servant. The young master had told Sebastian that he would be arriving, but not that he would be roaming the halls as well. Simply unheard of! This trainee was in dire need of some training. But first, to the young master.
"This manor has belonged to the Phantomhive's for generations. It burned down when the young master was only a child. But as you can see, it has been rebuilt and the young master has thrived on his own." His voice was unbelievably attractive to Armin.
"I don't get this. How can the 'young master' have made a living for himself when everything was burned down? And how old is this 'young master' exactly?"
The newbies just didn't know when to shut it, and Sebastian was getting quite irritated with all the questions.
Honestly, Armin didn't give a shit about the answers. He just wanted this angel to do the do with you know who. They reached an area where the floors were tiled and a regal staircase that diverged into two hallways.
Leading Armin down the right hallway, Sebastian beckoned for him to follow. Armin looked confused for a moment, so Sebastian leaned in close to Armin, smirking when Armin's breath caught in his throat. "We are going to go introduce you to the young master, who is currently in his study. No more questions."

Armin obliged and followed Sebastian down the hallway. He began to feel moist. Moist. Moist. Super moist. He felt moist about feeling moist. He told himself to shut the fuck up.