Authors Note: I don't own Kuroshitsuji

Ciel's P.O.V:

Sleep was something I found hard to come by. With restless nights filled with nightmares and screams. Not mine per say, screams in my mind, of my former self. It scares me but I musn't let anyone know. No one can find out about my secret. Not even Sebastian.

The day started with me lying in bed, staring at the fabric that hung above my head. It was 4 in the morning, 3 hours before I had to be up. My nightmare had awoken me from my not so peaceful sleep. Sweat racked my body, making me feel sticky and uncomfortable. I was exhausted, begging for sleep to overcome me again but begging it not to at the same time. Sebastian must of been made aware of my sleepless state as I heard footsteps echo throughout the hall. I shifted in my bed, pulling the blankets up to my chin, trying to hide my face. I heard a knock on the door, signalling that Sebastian was right outside.

"Come in Sebastian." I called out, in a slight whisper, afraid that my voice may crack with the dryness in my throat. He entered the room without a sound, apart from the slight creak of the door.

"Are you alright Young Master? You seem to have awoken earlier than expected." Sebastian asked with concern. That took be aback, Sebastian never showed concern. Just reluctance.

"I... I'm fine Sebastian." I can't believe I just stuttered, how demeaning! Sebastian just chuckled, with a soft smile gracing his lips.

"Of course you are sir. May I suggest something Young Master?" He asked, with another chuckle. I snuggled down into the blankets and nodded.

"Try and relax and I'll make you a mug of hot milk and honey." He spoke, coming closer and tucking me into the bed, making me feel comfortable and safe. How ironic. Feeling safe around a Demon from Hell. I complied willingly, brushing my hair out of my face.

Sebastian returned, pushing a tray with the mug of hot milk and a small jar of honey and a spoon to add it in. He closed in onto my bed, placing the tray beside me. I sat up and mixed the honey in, nodding at Sebastian.

"Thank you Sebastian." I whispered, smiling slightly from the calming feeling that subdued my anxious body.

"Of course my lord, what kind of butler would I be if I couldn't calm my Master?" Sebastian answered, with a slight smug air around him, but pride full all the same. I finished my milk and honey and placed the now empty mug back on the tray, feelimg fully relaxed. All remaining thoughts of the nightmare fully dissapated from my mind.

I sighed in relief, placing my arms under my head and relaxing further into the bed. I looked up to see Sebastian standing at the foot of my bed, the tray gone and a calming scent of lavender in the room.

"It's a bag of lavender my lord, it is said to help sleep and calm the senses." Sebastian seemed to answer my unasked question.

"With that in mind my lord, I must leave and make preperations for the day ahead. I bid you adieu." Sebastian started to leave the room, panic seemed to creep through my body, before I knew what I was doing I called out in an unseemly manner.

"Don't leave! Um, I mean, please stay until I fall asleep." I trailed off, feeling embarrassed. Suprise momentarily graced Sebastian's handsome face, wait handsome?, before going back to his 'stoic' like look.

"Of course My Young Master, sleep well." Sebastian spoke, before picking up the candle holder and staying by the foot of my bed. I took in his features for a while, studying every small part of his being. His face was perfectly chiseled. With skin so pale it was almost like an onion. No blemishes or scars from acne. His raven hair fell delicately from his head, but still holding power and grace. I could tell that his body was perfct as well, muscles biting through his soft flesh, rock hard and a force to mess with. His legs were long, making him tall and slightly intimidating but comforting at the same time. He was perfect. He was Sebastian, utterly beautful and handsome. Someone any woman, and probably man, would swoon over. His presence made my heart jump, skin start to feel clamy and eyes glue unto him. He looked delicious. From my description alone I have deduced that I have fallen deeply and madly in love with him. How disgusting! Yet, how scandelous and exciting. I'm slightly scared of what is to come if my crush prevails. Sleep finally consumed me, guiding me into dreams filled with Sebastian and slight fear and pain.

Sebastians P.O.V:

The Young Master has awoken from yet another nightmare, the fifth this week! He thinks I'm unaware of this, but I'm hyperaware of it, he is my contracted. He has fallen asleep restfully, I've not heard a peep out of him since. I am supposed to leave now as the candle starts to dim as the fire gets closer to the stump of the candle. I can't help but stare at Ciel as he sleeps. I shouldn't call him Ciel, but I feel slightly attatched to the little human. He intrigues me. He is soon to turn 16, puberty doing many wonders for him. His high pitched voice long gone and replaced with a deep and sensual one. He has grown much taller, almost 5'7. He has shot up over the years, growing out of his much favoured high-heeled shoes. His face has become more defined. A jaw that looked like it could slice smoothly through butter. His nose is more pointed, making him look arrogant even thought the arrogance has lessened since he was 13. His cheeks still looked cute and plump. I must be losing my touch if I'm calling a human's cheek cute. He has grown in other places to, not that I would know. I no longer bathe him or dress him. This is fine by me, he is old enough to do it himself.

I walk closer to the bed, smiling for real and tuck him in to bed. I kiss his forehead, no matter how unprofessional it is, it does seem to have an effect on him when he sleeps. He doesn't have nightmares when I do this. I turn to leave before I hear a weird noise.

"Sebastian..." A low, needy moan fills the air. I turn in suprise to see the Young Master moving about in bed, saying my name. I brush it off. It's probably the exhaustion making his voice seem longer. Now, I must go and prepare for the day. A long one it will seem to be.