To Trust a Demon

the Night

I felt Sebastian's hands on my body. He slowly unbuttoned my shirt, and slipping it off proceeded with taking off my stockings. This was our every evening routine. Each movement was simple yet full of precision. His eyes never strayed from his work. I felt like he was nothing more than an extention of myself. Doing my bidding by my will alone.

But tonight, everything seemed different, although the procedure remained the same. His movements were slow and savoury. As if touching my skin was not unlike petting the fur of a kitten. His gaze was almost vulgar as he took immense pleasure in the sight of my undressed body. It would have not been surprising if while unbuckling my stockings he leaned in and licked my thighs. I had never before seen him like this. I felt somehow violated, but the feeling was good. I felt desired. And it felt powerful.

When I was undressed he rose and fetched me a night gown. I decided to play along to his game then leaned back on the bed.

"Sit up, master," he addressed me, "I must clothe you." He glanced at me with a puzzled look.

"Oh don't bother with that," I dismissed his words. At first he seemed about to protest but then suddenly changed his mind. He smirked.

"As you wish," he replied, "Is there anything you desire, my Lord?" He slightly touched his hand to my foot. I knew what he was anticipating. It wouldn't be the first time I commanded him to pleasure me in various ways, but those were not my plans for this night. Tonight was something different.

"Sebastian, imagine you have the liberty to do whatsoever you want for a week and I would not disagree, what exactly would you do?" I questioned him.

"Hm.." he contemplated, "I've never considered this before." I crossed my arms. I had expected something more interesting. I had always wondered if demons have human feelings, human desires. Or if they have something absolutely different, something unearthly. A thought entered my mind for the first time, What if they have neither? That would be definitely disappointing.

"Can you think of nothing?" I spoke after allowing him a few minutes of contemplation.

"I can think of but one thing, my Lord," he answered, raising his gaze to meet mine.

"And what might that be?" My curiosity bubbling. Anticipation rising. I laced my fingers together, leaning forward.

"Well, young lord," he began hesitantly, "To be honest, I wouldn't do anything. Not anything out of the usual, I mean. I enjoy my occupation at the moment. I have worked centuries to perfect the butler aesthetic, and it simply wouldn't do to ruin it now." He spoke pleasantly, slowly working around the edges to get to the point.
What a demon, I thought, ever so cautious with his prey.

"Don't muddle me with your speeches, Sebastian, answer my question," I interrupted a bit harshly. But I only have so much patience, and I'm not willing to waste it on my butler. He went silent for a moment, then made an apologetic bow. I could almost see pain in his glance. Maybe demons do have feelings after all.

"I would adopt a kitten," he admitted, raising his eyes and anticipating my reaction.

"A kitten?" I chuckled, "How sweet. I was expecting something much more wicked from a demon like yourself." I teased him a bit. His answer did seem silly.

"Something wicked?" he echoed, a spark lit up his demon red eyes. Electricity ran through my body. I tensed.

"Why would I want that?" he laughed, and I relaxed. Is he playing with me? I wondered.

"Why would you, indeed." I muttered.

"Why would I indeed," he spoke in low tones and lowered himself onto my bed. "When I have all the wickedness I need at my very fingertips." Biting off his glove he reached out and touched my eyepatch.

"Stop it!" I spit out, swatting away his hand. He looked a bit startled. What was he thinking? Touching his master that way! I was not so easily seduced , I'm no simple man. I'm the Earl Phantomhive. No servant treats his lord like this.

"My Lord," Sebastian's voice brought me back to reality, "You're not planning on sleeping in your eyepatch, are you?" He sounded concerned. Damn it, I thought, he was simply going to remove my eyepatch. I'm so panic prone.

"Take it off," I ordered, turning around so he could untie the bow. Why was I worried. Am I really afraid of my own butler? He removed the eyepatch and folding my clothes turned toward the door.

I am Ciel Phantomhive. I am not afraid.

"Good night, my Lord." He closed the door, and I heard his footsteps retreating. And he's supposed to be my right hand man? How can I trust someone like him?

"Good night, Sebastian," I whispered in reply.