Hi everyone! This is my first fanfic, since I just got introduced to fanfiction a few weeks ago! Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji) is my favourite anime, plus Ciel and Sebastian are my OTP! Thanks to my editor in chief ThatGirlInTheBack for editing my story. Please enjoy. xoxo Stinaweena.

A/N: The beginning paragraph is from Volume 2 Chapter 8.

Disclaimer: I am simply, one hell of a writer that does not own Kuroshitsuji. That belongs to Yana Toboso.

"Hah…ah! Seba-… Sebastian!"

"Come, put your hands up against the wall. Please relax a little…"

"N-no more! I can't take it any longer! It feels terrible!"

"Please bear with it a little longer. You'll get used to it.

"But…ah! I SAID MY ORGANS ARE COMING RIGHT OUT!"

"Do not exaggerate, young master. There has yet to be a woman whose organs came out because of a corset. There, doesn't that feel much better?"

I glanced up in disbelief at my butler. Dark crimson eyes pierced mine with alarming intensity. Even more startling was Sebastian's tone of voice. That last sentence was spoken gently, even almost tender. Could it be that his eyes raked over my scantily-clad body? The very nature of my thoughts only succeeded in making me blush further.

"Is there something troubling you, young master? Your face has gone up two shades of red." inquired Sebastian, with a smirk on his face.

Damn him! Is he a mind-reader as well?

"No, there is nothing wrong. Take care of the dress and fake hair for tonight." I need to get out of this dressing room. Just as I opened the door, a hand snatched me back inside.

"Not so fast, my Lord. It seems like your corset wasn't laced properly. My deepest apologies."

Before I could protest, Sebastian's arms snaked around my shoulders in a loose hug and started undoing all the strings, leaving my upper body unclothed. He smelt of sweet chocolate, probably from the chocolate-vanilla parfait he had prepared me for my afternoon snack with my favourite Earl Grey tea. Sebastian took a step back, staring at me with his mouth slightly parted in a barely noticeable grin. I felt my forehead wrinkle in confusion and uneasiness. Was he….checking me out?! The apprehension in the air was so thick you couldn't cut it with a knife.

"Sebastian, what are you do-" My sentence was unexpectedly cut off by his mouth pressing down on mine, a hand caressing the side of my face while another hand trailed down my back. I couldn't register anything except how his tongue expertly stroked my bottom lip, seeking access to my inner cavern. That action lit a fervent fire inside of me, wiping every thought from my head except one: More…! Wait, what the hell am I thinking?! He's a demon, and one that's going to consume my soul. I began to fight back, pushing against his hard chest in hopes of getting him to stop this atrocity. My efforts however, were in vain, as I could not even budge him. Was his chest made of stone? Defeated, I let him in, my tongue tentatively exploringhis depths. I've never gone this far with anyone, even with my fiancée Elizabeth as I had no desire to do so with her. Deep inside, a tiny, insignificant part of me wanted this to never stop, that I felt this way ever since he rescued me from those despicable criminals who tortured and used me as a sacrifice so long ago. However, that was the past, only the present matters now.

Abruptly, Sebastian broke the kiss, eliciting a whimper to escape from my swollen lips, too filled with lust to feel embarrassed. I stared at him in confusion, why did he stop?

"Young master, since when do you whimper?" chuckled Sebastian, his mouth a bemused smirk.

"Shut up. I command you to carry on."

Sebastian's face was a shrewd mixture of surprise and smugness, but he began to nibble on my ear while his hands brought up my right leg around his hip, forcing me to sit on him with my back against the wall. While he aggressively toyed with my earlobe, his hand carelessly rubbed my leg, indifferent to how much agony his teasing caused me. How can something so petty feel so good? I wanted to tell him to go gentle, but all that came out of my mouth were passionate groans. Slowly, he made his way down my neck, leaving kisses as light as feathers down my collarbone and chest. My fingers were entangled in his raven locks, pushing his head down further and further. Involuntarily, a small moan whispered from my lips, encouraging Sebastian to continue. Just as he reached the waistband of my boxers, a familiar, shrill, voice rang throughout the room.

"CIEEEEEEL! Are you in here? I have bought the cutest suit for you, please do come and try it on!"

At once, my desire shattered, ruined by Elizabeth's entrance. Sebastian stopped at once what he was doing, and hurriedly dressed me in my regular green suit, being sure to brush the spots where he kissed with his nimble, slim fingers. While he buckled and slipped my boots on, I noticed what looked like irritation in his eyes. This time it was my turn to be smug.

"I'm in here, Lizzie. I'll be out in a moment." Taking a second to wipe my own aggravation off my face, I put in place my cool façade that only Sebastian could see through. Why did Elizabeth have to be so annoying in the wrong moments? Or should I say, Elizabitch.

Before I exited, Sebastian murmured in my ear "Shall we continue tonight in your bedroom?"

Smiling, I turned around and muttered, "If you didn't, what kind of a butler would you be?"

XOXO

A/N: Thanks for reading my first fanfic! And please please review and comment whatcha think! Criticism is always appreciated.