Sorry the first chapter was so short. That was more of a prologue, anyway. I think the length of this one more than makes up for it. Please feel free to tell me your opinions. This is my first time writing a lemon (there is one in this chapter) so hopefully it isn't too bad.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot of this story.

The Letter: Chapter Two

Sebastian could easily tell it was a love letter even without opening it. Humans had a way of letting their emotions show on the paper when writing. He had observed this time and time again as he stood behind his young master as he wrote. When he would write replies to Lady Elizabeth (as he was never the one to start conversations with her) he would always write in a relaxed sort of way, always elegantly enough to be called a noble's handwriting, of course, but it somehow still held a childish tone about it.

When writing to the Scotland Yard or the Queen herself, his words were bolder and clearly printed. Though the two styles of writing were very different to him, Sebastian was probably the only one who noticed any difference at all.

This letter, however, was unlike one he had seen written by his master before. The script was more childish and the letters on the envelope were closer together, making it harder to read. Almost as if the person writing had been extremely nervous. What was even more strange about it were the smudges on the edges of the envelope, as if it had been picked up and set back down many, many times.

The only conclusion he could possibly draw from this description was a love letter. For humans tend to hide stronger emotions like love and hatred within them until they cannot any longer and have to let them out somehow, whether that is by telling someone, writing it down, or at least admitting it to themselves aloud, less they go insane.

Still, it was hard to believe that the young master would be writing a servant love letters. Perhaps he was mistaken in his analysis this time. If he should but open the letter and read it, that would tell him if he was wrong or right. After all, the letter was addressed to Sebastian Michaelis, was it not?

He looked down at the parcel in his hands again.

"S. M." was the only thing written. Yes, it was his to open, he decided. Swiftly, he slid a gloved finger under the flap of the parcel, opening it smoothly. He slid the letter into his hand, unfolded it, and began reading.

"Sebastian," the letter started off with, confirming that it was indeed intended for the servant. "I know that this may come as a surprise to you, but I cannot hold back my emotions in any longer. I have not been able to stop thinking about you since the day you saved me from that wretched place. I know that we see each other every day and my former statement may sound absurd because of it, but it is, none the less, true. For in the short times we are apart all I can think about is you. The way you put your arms around me every time it looks as if I may fall, and the way you scoop me up when I have been injured. The way you take care of me like no one else has before. Even if the others were to disappear, I think I would be alright if you were by my side. What I mean to say is, I have fallen for you. I know that this time it may be difficult for you to pick me up since I have fallen in a forbidden place, and I hope that it is not impossible, though I fear it is. By writing this to you, I am simply making you aware of my feelings. I do not expect you to return them or to acknowledge me any more than usual, but I had to let you know. I hope you will be happy after this all ends and we are no longer together. With all my love."

But there was no name. Had the young master chickened out in the end after all? Had he meant for the letter to be kept secret? Sebastian smirked. There was not a better time to find out than the present, right?

Ciel let out a sigh of content as he snuggled his face deeper into the cool surface of the sheets. He was still on his stomach, though he had slid down the bed some to where his head was no longer near the pillows. Even though he was so far down on the bed, his feet did not touch the end, proving his childhood. He was usually annoyed at little reminders like this, but at the moment he was too tired to think much of it. He stretched his arms and legs and relished in the pleasure of doing so that made his head fuzzy. Surely nothing was more pleasurable than being wrapped up in the blanket of pleasure that was stretching. He closed his eyes, not noticing the door silently opening.

Sebastian was quite amused at the sight of his young master so inelegantly sprawled out on his stomach, head turned to the side with his eyes closed. He was more than halfway asleep, the demon could tell.

Instead of waking his master, (which would surely put him in a sour mood) he decided to just watch him for a while. When the young master was asleep like this it was easy to tell that he was still only a child. He watched as his breathing slowed and he was pulled in deeper to his slumber. He watched as his young master twitched and then furrowed his eyebrows. He watched as he tossed and turned, mumbling to himself, sweating more as his voice started to rise in panic. He watched his nightmare and could not look away. He was absolutely enchanted by the young boy's unhidden terror that showed as he slept. He was completely mesmerized by the sight of the child's tears as they started to roll down his face. Everything the boy did was beautiful and terrible to him. After all, Sebastian was a demon. He couldn't help but take pleasure in others' misery and heartbreak. Everything was wonderful. Until one of the young lord's words cut through his blissful world. "-stian," Ciel gasped, clinging to the butler. Sebastian jumped slightly, surprised. He hadn't realized he had moved so close to his young lord. "Sebastian!" the young boy cried, much louder this time.

Said butler took hold of his master's hands and leaned down next to his ear and whispered "I'm here, my lord. Why is it you call to me so desperately?"

"Nn," Ciel whimpered, clinging to the servant's shirt for dear life, "Get them away from me..." He pulled the butler closer as he began shaking and whispered "Make them stop." His words were barely audible now, "Help me, Sebastian."

Sebastian smirked gently as he caressed the young boy's face with his palm, "Yes, my lord."
He leaned down slowly and brushed his lips against his young master's jaw. "Wake up, young master," he whispered seductively, moving his lips to the boy's ear. "You're safe now. I'll take care of you until the end," he smirked as he licked the shell of his ear softly, almost purring as he did so.

Slowly, Ciel calmed down. Sebastian kept whispering soothing words in his ear until the boy's eyes started to open. At first Ciel simply stared at the ceiling with a blank expression, blinking the remaining tears from his eyes. Until the demon licked his ear again. Ciel jumped violently as shoved at Sebastian. The demon grudgingly allowed himself to be removed from his comfortable position on top of the boy. "What the hell are you doing?" Ciel yelled at the older man, not awake enough to comprehend the position he was just in. He furiously rubbed at the tear streaks on his extremely red cheeks, mortified. "What the hell were you doing, Sebastian? Who gave you permission to…to come in here and…and…what were you doing?" He was furious and embarrassed and both being caught in a nightmare and at having woken up to the butler on top of him-licking his ear, no less!

Sebastian, however, was highly amused by the whole ordeal. He put his hand to his chest and bowed slightly, now sitting on the edge of his master's bed. "My apologies, my lord. I was only trying to fulfill your orders. After all, you did order me to save you from those awful people." His grin grew as he spoke, "And the only way I knew how was to wake you up."

Ceil felt his temper rise with the temperature of his face, "That's- no, I- " he was flustered to the point where his words were not easily forming. Getting a grip on himself, he calmed down enough to say "Well, even if that's true, who gave you the permission to touch me in my sleep? The audacity-!"

He was cut off by demonic laughter, "Why, I believe you did, my lord. When you wrote me such a heart-warming letter. Well, I assume it would be heart-warming, anyway."

"I wrote you no such thing!" he balked, "You talk as if I confessed my undying love to you, you sick bastard!" With that, Sebastian held up the love letter, smirk never leaving his face.

Ciel snatched it from him angrily. He scanned the paper over before turning bright red once again. "T-this...I had nothing to do with this!" he stammered uncomfortably, throwing it onto the bed.

"There is no need to hide it, young master," his voice was seductively low as he leaned in towards the flustered boy, "After all," he whispered, dangerously close to Ciel's face, "I will not reject my master's affection." Ciel was too shocked to move. He knew what was going to happen, he knew he should stop Sebastian, order him away, but the words wouldn't form on his tongue. He couldn't think straight with the older man so close to him. When he tried to back away, the demon only followed. Eventually, he was backed up against the head board, stuck there, just like the helpless prey of the demon he truly was. Before he could try to speak any more, Sebastian's lips were fiercely on his.

At first he was still unable to move at all, knowing he should have stopped him when he had the chance. But after feeling how warm the butler's lips were and how his tongue felt as it gently forced its way into the unresponsive mouth, his resolve and reason left him. All he knew was that soft lips were on his, that they wanted to be there, that he was wanted. He kissed back hesitantly, not knowing what to do or how to do it. This was his first kiss, after all.

Sebastian was shocked at first when the young lord finally responded, but quickly recovered, smirking into the kiss. He put his hands on either side of the boy's head, letting his thumbs graze his blushing young master's cheeks. Ciel's arms had somehow managed to wrap themselves around his butler's neck, although he couldn't quite remember when he had allowed them to do so. He ran his small fingers through the man's jet black hair. His head was beginning to take on the fuzzy quality that it normally took on when he stretched. Only this was much more pleasant than stretching.

Sebastian's lips moved away from his master's, much to Ciel's displeasure, only to be brought down to his jaw once more. Ciel arched his neck, panting from the lack of air from the kiss. The servant's tongue flicked out as he moved towards the boy's beautiful, exposed neck.

"Sebas...tian..." Ciel panted, gripping his butler's shoulders tightly, face twisted in unexplainable pleasure from what was happening to his body. The places Sebastian touched were on fire, and Ciel could not understand why. The servant touched him every day, bathing him, dressing him. But this was different. This was intimate and new.
Sebastian chuckled lightly as he slipped a hand behind his master's head and pulled the string of his eye patch loose to where it fell forgotten to the bed. "Yes, my lord?"

Normally, Ciel might have gotten embarrassed or angry at Sebastian's sarcastic and demeaning intent behind the usually normal words he muttered to his master, but Ciel was beyond rational thoughts, as he had completely let go of himself and his pride at the demon's expert touch. He simply tugged on the collar of Sebastian's jacket, silently ordering it off. The servant all too willingly obliged.

Soon, without knowing how it had happened, his own shirt and jacket was off, thrown somewhere across the room. Sebastian dipped his head to he could lick one of Ciel's perfect pink buds, swirling his tongue around it until it was hard and then doing the same to the boy's neglected one. All the while his young master was arching his back and grabbing hold of the servant's silky hair as he let out soft moans of encouragement.

Sebastian reached lower and unfastened the boy's shorts, pulling them down, along with his undergarments. He stopped to look up at his young master's face. His expression was one so filled with lust and desire as he stared back at him that it would have been hard for the demon to look away. So he decided not to look away at all, but stare directly into his master's glossed-over eyes as he dipped his head lower than he had before, taking his young lord's erection into his mouth. If Ciel had thought that he had been feeling pleasure before, he was poorly mistaken. He let out a strangled cry of pure bliss as his butler slid his tongue around the boy's length. He felt something building up inside of him that he had never felt before and with every bob of the man's head he was pushed further and further over the edge until finally a blinding pleasure unlike anything he had experienced so far washed over him, making him scream his butler's name in pure bliss. After a while he became more aware of his surroundings and of Sebastian hovering above him, staring into his eyes. Still shaking, he weakly placed a hand on the servant's bare chest and smile slightly in amazement.

He had no idea what had just transpired between the two, but it felt amazing and left him extremely worn out. The butler smirked back at the boy and cocked his head to the side. "Young master, I fear that it is simply impossible to corrupt your innocence, for your soul is still just as pure as before. I cannot understand it."
His words, however, went completely unheard by the now sleeping boy.

The next morning, Ciel awoke to Sebastian pulling the curtains aside in his usual morning routine. He sat up and stared at the servant questioningly. "Good morning, young master. I trust that you slept...well?" He grinned as the boy blushed at the implications behind the innocent enough words.

"I-I slept fine, thank you," he replied in an attempt to restore things to their proper order. Sebastian's grin only widened at this. "I have prepared your morning tea, my lord, as well as breakfast. As you did not finish all of yesterday's work, might I suggest taking breakfast in your study to move the process along?"

The blush never leaving his cheeks, the young lord replied in as dignified a manner as he could muster and said "Yes, that would be a wise decision, I think." With that, the butler dressed him as he normally would, only this time deliberately letting his hands linger a bit longer over the boy's skin.

A few hours later, a knock sounded on the door to Ciel's study. "Enter," he replied, not looking up. Sebastian held open the door as Maylene walked in, looking very flustered and red. "Maylene?" Ciel asked, a bit surprised, "What is it?"

She turned an even darker shade of red and mumbled "Sir, would it be too much trouble if I could um, talk to you? Alone?" she added, glancing at Sebastian.

Ciel was surprised, but as he trusted the maid, he ordered Sebastian out. He, too, was confused, but none the less obeyed his master's orders. Once the door had shut behind Sebastian, Maylene relaxed a bit visibly, but still looked flustered. "Maylene, what seems to be bothering you?"

"Well, young master," she said shyly, "have you seen a letter lying around by any chance?"