"His Butler, Concupiscent"

Chapter 2

A deafening silence filled the Phantomhive Manor. The water running over the fountains around the estate, the smallest of bugs buzzing among the luscious gardens, or the faintest snores from Pluto the demon hound, could be heard even from the depths of the cellars. An echoing smack was heard. Ciel's face burned red, his eyes glazed over with embarrassment and rage. Whichever was stronger, he honestly couldn't tell. Sebastian stood, his head turned to the side, his cheek bright osiria rose from the force of the corrective slap his young master delivered. Ciel pulled the nearest bed sheet around his body, wrapping himself in it. Walking past Sebastian, only stopping once their backs faced one another. Lifting his head up, and swaying his bangs out of the way of the mark, signifying their contract.

"This is an order! Get the hell out of my sight!"

He clenched his fists as he heard the sudden intake of breath from his butler. A shuffling of feet and a low, velvety voice. Sebastian had turned, placing one hand over his breast and bowing stiffly.

"As you wish, my young lord."

When Ciel had finally gathered himself and turned, Sebastian was gone. Dressing himself had been quite the challenge for the young earl. But not impossible, eventually he had figured how to tie his own shoes, remembering the countless times Sebastian had done it for him... The way Sebastian's long slender fingers danced along his shoulders, or his legs as he buttoned his shirts or shoes. How carefully Sebastian paid attention as he slowly tied his bow, being careful to make it tight enough to where it would hold, but not as to choke his young master. Looking down Ciel found himself touching his cheek where the butler had previously caressed his face.

"Sebastian..."

The young earl muttered. He found himself blushing and shook his head violently. 'No' he thought to himself. 'He is a demon, i'm merely his entertainment, and then food. Nothing more. He serves me till' my death, as per the contract.' But perhaps he had been too harsh? Everyday shadowing me, guiding me... protecting me... lov-

"Young masterrr!?!"

Mey-rin exclaimed as she pushed open the door to his study, seeing the young earl and how he'd grown... He was no longer the little boy she'd watch grow, but a young man. Befitting of the name Earl Phantomhive. She watched as the young man rose from his high-backed chair. His slender frame following him throughout his life, but filled out. His shoulders broader, jawline more evident, his skin more tanned but as smooth as the day of his birth. Catching herself staring, her face turned blood red as she covered her face with her hands.

"Y-young master? You've um... you-....."

She stuttered as she slowly pointed her finger at her young master's lower waist. Ciel stood revealing his erection hidden within his trousers. Ciel's gaze lowered to his crotch and a small sigh let out.

"Very well then. Mey-rin. Shut the door and come here."

Noticing her fear and hesitation he smiled gingerly. Voice quite firm and definite.

"Now Mey-rin."

Pointing to the place in front of him. Nervously Mey-rin shut the door and scuffled her way in front of her young master.

"Remove your glasses, dress and undergarments at once."

Mey-rin's face blushed insanely. But she chose carefully, as to avoid any disobedience. Doing as her young master commanded... She stripped in front of him. Her arms hiding her large breasts, her hair swaying against her the small of her back, cheeks burning.

"Y-young master I-...."

She heard a soft thump and looked up to see the young earl nude before her, his erection stiff and straight out, dripping with pre-cum. She felt her own body soon heat up at the sight of her master in such a dirty setting together. Not like she hadn't day dreamed about it before, generally it was with Sebastian, but she knew she'd most likely never have that opportunity, so the only logical option was the young master.