"Sebastian, bring me a cup of tea, would you?"
"Of course, my Lord." Ciel watched as his butler left the study before turning back to the paperwork laid out on his desk, most of which were completely useless and ended up being tossed back to the same pitiful trash heap they came from. A few moments passed before a knock on the door was heard.
"Come in." Sebastian stepped through the door, carrying what Ciel expected -and hoped- to be a cup of earl grey tea, his suspicions were proven correct when his butler listed the tea and its contents.
"Will there be anything else bocchan?" Ciel sighed, taking a drink from the cup placed before him.
"Not at the moment Sebastian, thank you." The butler looked questionable at his master, not knowing the terms 'thank you' were even in his vocabulary.
"Are you feeling alright my lord?"
The question caught Ciel off guard, "y-yes of course." Within less than a second Sebastian was at his side, his hand held against the earls forehead checking his temperature. "What are you doing?"
"Bocchan you're burning up, let me put you back to bed, I'll bring you a fresh cup of tea-"
"I am not going back to bed Sebastian, I have work that needs to be completed by the end of the day and I cannot do that in bed." Ciel batted his butlers hand away from him, it was true he didn't feel like himself today, but that was nothing to worry about he would be just fine, he was tougher than he looked.
"Honestly master, must you always be so stubborn? Your work shall suffer if you don't keep your health up, you have already completed most of todays schedule, retiring a bit early will make no difference. As your butler I am only looking out for your well being." Ciel scowled at the ground, fully aware Sebastian was correct like always, not that the earl would ever admit that. He kept his eyes on the ground as he stood his head spinning before he fell into his butlers waiting arms. Ciel was swept off his feet, his arms wrapped around the taller man's neck, and his chest vibrated with the chuckle that escaped his lips.
"Shut up." Ciel murmured as he was carried to his room.
Sebastian set him carefully onto his bed, silently undressing his master and covering him in his nightshirt. Ciel scurried under his covers, his butler tucking him in tightly. "Will there be anything else my lord?" Ciel shook his head. "Sleep well my young master." The earl turned on his side and sunk deeper into the bed as Sebastian left the room.
.oO0Oo.
Ciel's mouth fell open but no sound escaped his lips as pleasure built inside him, nails dug into his skull and raked down his back; teeth nipped at his neck, a tongue darting out to taste skin. A whimper escaped Ciel's mouth, his own arms bound high above his head and struggling to get free, his wrists burning against the coarse textured rope desperate to be free.
The soft lips moved down his neck, taking time to lavish his collarbone before continuing down his chest, taking his nipple into the demon's mouth, his tongue flicking the peak. Ciel ground his marvelous white teeth together, trying even harder to pull free from his binding, he needed to tangle his fingers in the silky black hair, have those talented lips on his, to be in control. A hand slithered down his torso and gripped at his member, hissing in pleasure Ciel threw his head back, as skilled fingers rubbed at him.
"Enjoying yourself aren't we my lord?"
.oO0Oo.
Ciel awoke, drenched in sweat, his chest heaving, hands shaking and head pounding, it had only been a dream, nothing more and nothing less, although some how Ciel found himself wishing it hadn't just been a dream.