"Sebastian!" came a petite voice from the darkness below. A slender figure appeared, silhouetted against the moon from the depths of the well. "Get me out of here, Sebastian! I'm freezing." Ciel barked at his loyal servant.

"I told you to watch your step, young master." The tall butler replied with a slight chuckle. "I will return momentarily. Please, try to bear the cold a bit longer, my lord." He gave a slight bow before scurrying out of young Phantomhive's sight. The boy sat in the shallow water at the bottom of the old, forgotten well, shivering and rubbing is upper arms to kep his frail body warm.

Sebastian returned after what felt like ages. The black clad figure had managed to retrieve a large wash bucket and some heavy duty rope. He secured the two objects together and lowered them down. Ciel climbed inside and was hoisted to the surface.

Once top side, the servant helped his master out of the wooden tub. Instant contact was made upon his cheek. The skin reddened and stung. "What took you so long!? I'm going to catch cold, get me inside. Now, Sebastian!" he barked his orders at his tall butler. He was swept up, and carried into the large estate.

Sebastian let his lord down and headed off to draw him a hot bath. Once the bathing chamber was full, he slipped off his satin glove and tested the temperature; perfect. Standing, the demon removed his tail coat and folded it neatly, setting it on the nearby chair. He pinned up the long ebony locks that hang in his face, so they would not dampen, before rolling up the sleeves on his dress shirt, and securing them with the buckles and his upper arms. Sebastian was now prepared to bath the boy, he stood and went to fetch him from his bed chamber.

Ciel was still shivering in his wet clothes as he waited for the bath to be ready. He was loathing that Sebastian let him fall. Why would he do that? "Perhaps I should have paid more attention to where I was going." He muttered to himself as he sat in the dark. Letting out a heavy sigh, he heard two heavy raps on his large oak door "Young master?" came the silky voice of the demon, "You're bath is ready." He finished. Ciel stood and made his way to the door, opening it, and leading the way to the wash room, in silence.

There was a clumsy figure making it's way toward the master and his servant. It was the estate maid, Mey-rin. "Mey-rin," The child called out. "There are some documents on my desk in the study that need the stamp of the Phantomhive household, would you see to it that they are all signed and then stamp them?" he asked

"Yes Mahstah, righ' away!" she disappeared down the vast corridor.

Sebastian opened the door to the washroom and a steam cloud rolled out, filling the hallway. Ciel entered, quickly followed by his butler. The demon closed the door before turning to his young earl.

"May I proceed, my lord?" the tall man asked politely

"Yes Sebastian. However in the future, you do not need my permission to perform your tasks as my butler, understood?" he asked, rather coldly

"Certainly, Young master." The butler replied, kneeling in front of the child, undressing him, neatly folding each article of wet clothing as it was removed from his petite frame.

The young earl stepped into the hot water and sat. He fidgeted some as he got comfortable. Something about Sebastian seeing him in the nude was making him feel uneasy. He didn't understand why, the demon had seen his naked body many times before now. "Sebastian. You are to use your necktie as a blindfold while bathing me." He ordered, covering himself from view.

The butler turned, giving his master a look of confusion. "Yes, my lord, as you wish." He removed his necktie and replaced it as a blindfold.

Ciel let out a sigh of relief and removed the eye patch that obscured his right eye from view. The eye fluttered open to reveal a seal of sorts. He turned, seeing his usually graceful butler stumble around like a newborn calf. He let a small smile play across his lips, knowing no one could see him. "Sebastian" he called "Slowly walk towards my voice" he instructed.

The slender man did as was suggested. He kept feeling the air for something to grab onto along the way. He felt he was getting the hang of his current task and went back to his usual gait. There was a small step up, as the bath was set upon a small pedestal, and Sebastian felt it with his foot. Stepping up, he knelt beside the wash tub to clean Ciel.

Since his vision was obstructed, the demons other senses piqued. He could smell the dirt mixing with the usually pleasant scent of his master. He had grown to care for the boy through time, and could not bear to see anything happen to him. Although it was a condition of his contract to protect the young earl, Sebastian knew he wasn't doing it merely for the sake of keeping the contract anymore. In fact, it felt more like he was doing it out of care, and love. He shook his head at the thought. 'I'm a demon. He could never learn to love me.' He thought to himself. He let out a silent sigh as he scrubbed the dirt from his master's skin.

"Sebastian" the butler was pulled from his thoughts. "Yes, my lord?" he responded

"Have you ever been with anyone?" the boy asked, pondering his own feelings about his servant. He knew as well as Sebastian that their relationship was more than what it used to be.

"Been with anyone? Romantically, you mean?" the butler asked for clarification.

"Yes…" his response was slightly longer than he meant it to be.

"Of course my lord, I have lived many lives." He began, sensing the boy's tension he quickly added to his answer. "However, I have not been romantically involved with anyone in this lifetime."

"I see" Ciel muttered

"Is there something wrong, young master?" Sebastian asked, expressing concern.

"No, please don't concern yourself about it." He shook his head

The butler went about cleaning the boy and helping him out of the tub. He searched for the towel and rubbed the boy's frame dry. Once this task was done he reached out, grabbing the earl's night shirt. He felt small, chilled fingers on his wrist. "S-Sebastian" the boy began "Please remove your blindfold."

A slight look of shock crossed Sebastian's face as the boy said the word 'please', a term he did not use often, in fact, the butler never recalled him ever saying it at all. Shaking the thoughts from his head, he did as he was told, quickly adverting his eyes so he did not do anything he would regret.

"No." Ciel stated firmly, taking his butler's chin and bringing his face back to himself. "Sebastian. Look at my body and tell me honestly that you do not crave for it." The slender faced man looked over the body of his young master, Phantomhive. The lust that had been lurking in his deep crimson eyes, now bubbling to the surface; he said nothing.

"Well?" the boy asked, patients growing thin "go on then."

"I cannot, my lord."

"And why is that?"

"Because, my lord. If I were to tell you I did not crave your body, I would be in violation of our contract. You see, you ordered me to never lie to you." He said with his usual devious smirk, peering up at the young master.

Ciel returned an equally disturbed smirk "So my suspicions were correct."

"I'm afraid so my lord."

"Very well. Take me to my room, Sebastian."