Here is chapter 6 enjoy and comment...Shadow Brockwell

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Sebastian cradled his bocchan in his arms while he slept. He spent the whole night gazing at Ciel while he slept, though his direct orders were to stay until he fell asleep. He chuckled. Perhaps he was a bit too rough on the young master last night. Despite the fact he annoyed the hell out of the demon, reclaiming him was simple. The young boy hadn't slept for about a week because of his lessons, and the fact that Sebastian only let him rest for an hour was only a bit of help. But Ciel needed remedial lessons to regain the fact that he was Sebastian, and Sebastian was not willing to share.

Ciel still lay on slumber in his butler's arms, his breathing becoming more and more forced, his body becoming tense. Sebastian held him tighter, knowing it was a nightmare. Ciel reached out and grasped Sebastian's half unbuttoned shirt and his breathing was quick and raspy. "Se-Sebastian..." he murmured in his sleep, his voice full of fear and torture.

Sebastian bent to be close to his lord's ear, and whispered gently, "I am here. I'll protect you."

Ciel slowly let to of his shirt, snuggling closer to his butler. His breathing faded into a normal pace, and he felt more relaxed. Sebastian pulled him closer, and he woke. "Good morning Ciel." he said to the boy, kissing his cheek.

"Morning...?" he murmured. "What time is it?"

"Six-thirty, and I need to perform my tasks at around seven to seven-thirty, and come wake you at eight." he said, smiling. Ciel nodded and sat up.

He looked down and his face reddened a bit, covering his lower half with the sheets. Sebastian looked at the boy, his expression playfully upset. "Please, you have to dress me sooner or later." he said, rolling his eyes.

"I prefer later," Sebastian said, slipping his hand under the sheets. When his hand reached a specific part, Ciel flushed bright red and stumbled away. "S-Se-Sebastian! Not NOW!" he yelped.

Sebastian smirked and pushed him down, climbing on top of him. "Why not now, Ciel?" he asked kissing his lord, the sweet seduction drawing Ciel closer to the demon's desires.

Ciel did not seem to fight back, he kissed back, and felt Sebastian's tongue swipe across his. There was a knock at the door, but neither of them seemed to have noticed. Instead, their love grew more needy, and they were both willing to give.

Merin peeked through and stared at the two; her bocchan and his butler. Sebastian was half-dressed, only wearing a shirt and a pair of undone pants, but not taken off. On the other hand, she gaped at Ciel, fully bare and under Sebastian. "S-Sebastian...?" She gasped and the couple's head snapped up and looked at her. Her nose was slightly bloody and she had her foggy glasses on. "B-Bocchan?" she gasped.

Ciel nervously glanced back from Sebastian to Merin, and his face was bright scarlet. Sebastian stood up and covered Ciel with the blanket. Merin looked frightened and Very confused. "Sebastian-San I am so very sorry, I have to... To... Uh... Go wash some dishes! Yes! I have to..." she stammered as Sebastian walked up to her and was entirely too close to her face, making her nose gush blood and her face turn brighter than Ciel's.

"Now, Merin, we shall not mention this little scene to anyone, now shall we?" he said, his voice seductive yet furious. "Not even our fellow servants. Or bocchan and I shall be very, very upset, and you do not wish for us to be upset, do you?"

"N-No of course not!" she gasped, frightened by Sebastian's terrifying yet amazingly sexy threat. "I won't tell a soul!" She said, and ran out.

Ciel poked his head out from under his sheets, red from embarrassment. "Damn it!" he murmured, glancing back at the door. He got up, making a cape with his sheets and looked from where Merin was. He gaped at the scene. His clothes were literally torn apart, scraps of them on the floor near the bed. He spotted Sebastian's jacket, vest, and a single glove mixed in with the mess. Sebastian still remained with one glove covering his contract.

"I'm so sorry Ciel. Let's hope she doesn't tell anyone." he said, picking up his master and carried him to the bed, setting him down. "I think I said enough to intimidate her into not telling anyone."

"But if she does... I will have disgraced my family's name publicly, and I would never be able to show my face again to the queen..." Ciel said, and his face was twisted with panic.

"She won't. I swear Ciel, she will not." Sebastian said, hugging him. Ciel was still looking scared and alarm rose high in him.

"Do you know what they do to people like us...? It's a sin. We are put in the yard, tortured... And even killed." Ciel said, shaking.

"If anyone dares to touch you, they will perish. Ciel, you'll be fine. I will protect you." Sebastian whispered reassuringly into the boy's ear.

Ciel didn't hear Sebastian's comment. His mind filled with the torture of the certain hell called 'Justice' and he shuddered. He could feel fire enveloping him, vigorous flames that wouldn't stop tickling him with excruciating pain. He could hear the men at the yard laugh as he suffers, watching his body slowly wither away to nothing but ash. But what frightened him most was that there was no savior. No angel nor demon to assist him out of his living hell.

"Please leave." Ciel whispered, his voice shaky.

"Ciel?" Sebastian asked, confused.

"Leave!" he cried out, and he buried his head in his palms. "Just please leave..."

Sebastian hesitantly got up, looking at Ciel, a fresh pain birthed in his eyes. The last thing he wanted to do was abandon his lover, but the contract bound them, Sebastian having to do every order out of Ciel's mouth.

Sebastian bowed. "Yes, my lord."

He said, sadness consuming him. He left and Ciel buried his face in his pillow, and tears finally poured out. His wild imagination brought him here to this point, may it be true or not, he never wished to be enlightened on the subject. Instead, he hide himself in his room, and just cry.

He glanced back at the door, longing washed over him. Why did Sebastian obey? Why did the demon follow his contract now? Though his true wishes were not for his butler to leave.

This was one time in his life that he never wanted to be alone. And now he was.