A one-shot that grew into a short-story on request. Sebastian decides that despite the completion of the contract, Ciel's soul needs a little more... seasoning. Ciel had no idea of the horrors waiting for him after the end... Now edited and complete.

He could see Ciel Phantomhive's soul, could see the raw essence of beauty in the white mass that cracked with red. It was like watching a mirror slowly splinter, waiting for the glass to shatter at the briefest kiss. Seba/Ciel

Dream a little dream, young master. But remember who you should be fearing and look forward to what you will become. M for gore.

The few times Ciel had allowed Sebastian to sample his body were infrequent events that only helped to stir the demon's hunger.

Sebastian sighed softly against the boy's cheek but this time the young child did not feel contentment or humor. Instead he felt a dark aura surrounding him, hugging him, suffocating him. He never fogot his young master's birthday. Never.

15 year old Ciel has a nightmare and asks Sebastian to stay with him. Sebastian supplies him with a little more than company, even with Ciel's guilt. Warnings; Slight Shota, Smut.