A/N: I'm SICK AND TIRED of how people portray Sebastian in these types of situations.

I may expand on this idea later, but right now all you get is this drabble-length fic.

Warnings: Ciel is OOC for the purpose of showing this side of Sebastian's character. (I also see this happening in the ANIME and not the Manga...)

Disclaimer: If I owned Kuroshitsuji, Sebastian and Ciel would be mine. Forever. Ah well, at least I have their plushies (Sebastian's, anyway) and pins.

Solacium: Comfort

Written by Fenikkusu

Unbeta'd

The minute I heard him scream, I ran from the servants' quarters to my master's bedroom. My hand paused at the door, however, when I heard sobs from the other side. No, this wouldn't do at all. I straightened my tailcoat before knocking on the door. "Young master?" The sobs didn't stop.

I opened the bedroom door to find my master's head buried in his upturned knees. I strode over to the bedside and lit the candelabra. The light illuminated the boy's tearstained cheeks and trembling body. This wasn't the uncontrolled sobbing that a boy of his age should be doing. No, this was the controlled crying of a man who had seen too much.

And this made the thought of my final meal all that sweeter.

I knelt on one knee in front of him, reaching into my coat's front pocket to retrieve a kerchief. "Young master, you look absolutely dreadful." At that, the master laughed. Again, this wasn't the laughter of a child. It was a dry, lost sound.

"At least what you say is true. You promised that you would never lie to me," the Earl whispered, snatching the cloth from my gloved hands. However, instead of drying his cheeks, he clenched a fist around it. Perhaps a normal human would feel some sort of pity for this broken boy, but as a demon, emotions elude me. I only looked up at my young master, awaiting an order. At his silence, I stood and tucked him back into the bed that was far too large for him. His gaze stayed trained on the bed. I picked up the only source of light in the room and began to head out.

"Sebastian." I stopped before the door and turned, seeing my young master's back turned to me.

"Yes, my lord?"

"Stay with me... Until I fall asleep." I turned my head, the heat from the candelabra tickling my chin.

"My, my," I mentioned as I sauntered to his bed, placing the candles on the bedside table. "Is this a sign of weakness?"

"Shut up. It's an order." I chuckled as I sat on the edge of the bed. Immediately, the boy rolled over and wrapped his arms around my torso. His eyes were clenched shut, and I can only think it was to keep the dreams away. I shifted so that my back was against the headboard while the young lord's head was in my lap.

Even as he slept, he trembled. Was he truly so afraid of those nightmares? I narrowed my eyes; this was unacceptable. Although I am a fan of playing with my food, this kind of fear made the soul sour. I had been working for this meal for far too long to allow some nightmares ruin it.

I subconsciously placed my left hand on his face, surprised when his shaking stopped. The young lord whimpered and clutched me tighter. I chuckled before I blew out the only source of light in the room. "As much as you hate to admit it, you are still a child." I smirked at the now sleeping boy. "You are still subject to nightmares as any other child is. However, I'll take full responsibility for you until the end… as your loyal butler."

I licked my lips. "After all, young master, you ARE my greatest meal."