AN: So, I've finally found inspiration to start the second chapter to this! I was watching a doujinshi, then it finally hit me! Inspiration! Sometimes it's hard to find an inspiration...so I hope this is good. I don't remember what doujinshi I was watching, but this chapter goes to that because it's where my inspiration came from. So, without further ado, the second installment of "A Christmas Wish Come True" is here! Also, a big thanks to those who reviewed:

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It was dark. Very dark.

It was...Sebastian didn't even know what time it was because he was so lost in his thoughts as he sat on the couch in the living room on his apartment.

The cause of all his jumbled thoughts?

The little bundle of a boy who lie asleep in his bed at the moment.

Ciel Phantomhive.

It still exhausted his demon mind trying to figure out how in the world Ciel had come back after being taken by Hannah and turned into a demon, never to be seen again. Several possibilities passed through his mind but none seemed to appeal to this situation. Ciel no longer had the contract mark in his eye. Somehow, Ciel had memory of Sebastian. Ciel had memories...however, the memories he had hoped were there were gone. The memories where Ciel had gone through the trouble to try and teach him human emotions...

Flashback: Sebastian's POV

It was time to put my bocchan to bed, seeing as it was well past ten o' clock. He had been working on exhausting paper work all day while I did the household chores. Because we had received no letter from the queen, our day had went somewhat like that. I walked silently through the halls as I always did, heading toward the study where my bocchan was sure to still be working his young mind to depletion. I stopped in front of the door that lead to his study, knocking gently to alert him that I wished to enter.

There was no response.

I knocked again and I receive no response.

I knock once more before entering the study upon my own accord, wanting to know why I am receiving no response from my master. I walk into the quiet study and look over at the desk which was set directly across from the door. I see that the leather chair he sits so proudly in is turned to where its back faces me as I enter. I walk silently over to the desk and stand in front of it, reaching over to turn the chair towards me. A soft smile adorns my face as I see my bocchan sound asleep in his chair, posture and face relaxed as he dreams pleasantly - or so it seems.

I tilt my head to the side in curiousity, wondering what he may be pleasantly dreaming of since I have never seen him so relaxed before; not even in sleep has he looked as peaceful as he does now. I decide that I do not want to disturb his pleasant dreams and go to his side, carefully lifting him from his leather chair and carrying him to his sleeping chambers. I listen to his breathing as I do, the gentle puffs of air coming from his slightly parted lips. I shift him to one of my arms so that I may open the door to his bedroom, closing it silently behind me after I enter. I walk toward his bed, tenderly lying him down without disturbing his tranquil dreams. I went to retrieve his nightshirt from his wardrobe to silently dress him for bed as he slept.

When he was in his nightshirt, he began to stir. I assumed he was waking up from the slight movement I had caused him to make. As I covered him in his comforter and removed his eyepatch, he looked up at me with those sleepy, half-open eyes.

Curse me for thinking this of my master, but he was truly adorable. Just like her - the beautiful cat I enjoyed to visit when the manor caused strain upon me.

I looked at him as he looked at me. He reached out a hand for me, and I took his petite hand tenderly into my larger hand. He smiled up at me with a tired smile. That smile - that tender, rare smile - warmed my black heart with an emotion I have never experienced before. Something about him was teaching me new emotions.

"Sebastian..." he murmured.

"Yes, my lord?"

"Remember how...a week ago...I asked you what you thought of me?"

"Yes, I remember. What of it?"

"Will you tell me the answer again?"

A soft smile that was laced with some other foreign emotion embellished my facial features. "My lord, I think of you as a spark. You have ignited in me flames of new emotions that I have never felt before and I wish to keep feeling them and learn what they are. And when I am near you, they burn brighter and hotter."

That beautiful smile he smiled only for me was still on his perfect face. In his eyes was a delicate look that warmed me from my head to my toes.

"Sebastian...lean closer, please."

I stepped closer to his bed and leaned down so that my hair gently brushed against the soft skin of his face. He reached up with his free hand and pressed it against my face with the delicacy that a child would. His thumb rubbed so softly against my cheek that I leaned in closer, guessing what he wanted. A gentle blush was dusted across his cheeks oh so beautifully. My gaze traveled down to his plump, baby soft lips that were parted in what I guessed anticipation.

"Sebastian..."

Already knowing what he wanted, I leaned down and pressed my lips to his in a tender motion. While his eyes were closed, my eyes went wide at the amount of emotion that suddenly coursed through me. He was not only a spark in my heart but a drug that surged powerfully through my veins. The desire that wanted more of this boy was no carnal, sensuous desire. This desire was one of innocence, the desire of wanting to be close to someone because you want to be close and never let them go. I was just so...captivated...by this simple gesture of physical contact that held so much emotion behind it. Now I understood why humans kiss sometimes. I understand what a first kiss is supposed to feel like. My first kiss with my bocchan...and I was already wanting more of him. This innocent desire to have him, all of him.

I moved so that I was now sitting beside him, hovering over him as I kissed him with this deep emotion of unknown origin within me. My hand slipped from his and traveled with my other hand to tenderly hold his face as my tongue slipped from the confines of my mouth and tentatively traveled along his bottom lip. He hesitantly responded by opening his mouth to me, just wide enough for me enter the wet muscle into his mouth. I reached into his mouth with my tongue, touching everywhere I could while tasting the sweet, unparalleled taste that was Ciel Phantomhive.I felt him pushing against me in this kiss, possibly from wanting to take over.

The need to breathe caused my bocchan to seperate from me.

He looked up at me, trying to calm his erratic breathing. I pressed gentle, soft kisses over his cheeks, jaw, and neck. With every brief touch of my lips, he reacted with the smallest of noises that again spurred that ingenuous desire within me. He wraps his arms around my neck, holding me closer.

"Stay with me tonight," he whispers in my ear. "Lay with me."

I smile and pull off my tail coat, folding it perfectly like I would. I slip off my shoes and set the neatly folded tailcoat atop them and join my master in his bed. He moved closer to me and nuzzled into my body, causing me to wrap my arms around him. He enjoyed this contact, I knew, because of the content sigh that escaped his lips as he drifted into sleep. I rested my head atop his, enjoying the feelings coursing through me.

My spark and my drug.

Everything that meant anything to me was right here in my arms.

At that moment, I vowed to protect my bocchan. Not because of the contract but because of deeper feeling that was ignited that I had never known before now.

Flashback Ends:

Third Person POV:

A sweet, sweet memory that Sebastian had never forgotten. A sweet, sweet memory that would forever be embedded into his mind.

What had turned his bocchan so cold? A question that he would be stuck with, knowing that he may never find the answer.

Bocchan, he thought. At least I have you back.

AN: And there you go! Second chapter is up! Woohoo! I so enjoyed writing this chapter so much. I absolutely loved it. So, I hope you as readers enjoyed it too. I'd like it if you reviewed, but you don't have to. Another big thanks to those who are supporting my first fanfiction ever!