A/N: Hey, guys, here's the second chapter! Heehee!

Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler). If I did, I'd make it yaoi. :' OH THE JOY.

Warnings: Yaoi. Man on man, boy on boy, or man on boy action, Idk you decide. It's just pure homo love, so if you don't like, don't be stupid and keep on reading something you hate.

CHAPTER 2

Ciel's POV

I wonder if he heard me. What if he's asleep? Do demons even sleep?

The door creaks, he has arrived. I can hear the few, familiar sound of his steps against the wood tiles before being muted by the carpet in my room. His own, different scent contrasted to the air of the room. Do all demons smell this good? Or was it on his own? What is it in his pheromones that charm the people around him? Not that I'm affected in any way, I just do not want him to have his own way all the time. After all, he is my servant.

"You called, young master?" he said. He calls out to my title, not to my name.

I turn around to see my butler, in his usual clean-cut and neat uniform. Always looking perfect, I suppose. Except for that strange red tint across his face, and that soft glow, like as if he's been working extra.

"Yes, well, the servant bell seems to be broken" I said, not minding the trifle detail. "I've been trying to call you the past 30 minutes."

"I shall have it fixed, my lord" he smiles, "Will that be all, sire?"

I try to look busy fixing my table. I then check the clock on the wall. It is currently quarter to 10'oclock.

"I'd like to retire to my chambers now" I told him. He bowed, acknowledging my order.

"I shall prepare your sleeping clothes then, my lord, please proceed ahead to your room" he said with a smile. That smile that I've become accustomed to.

He turns to make his leave and I head to my room.

Why do I feel so strange around him?

I mean, he is just at my every whim and need. Like every servant should be. Still, he is different—aside from the fact that he is a demon. Why does it seem so different around him?

His voice echoing in my head "I will never leave you. I shall stay with you until the end" His gentle voice greatly differs with what I've always imagined a demon's voice would sound like.

I sit at the edge of my bed, awaiting him. I know it wouldn't be long until he arrives. The door opens again and I turn around to see that smile. How I wish that smile was meant for me. Well, it was, but in a different sense.

"What took you so long?" I said, trying to hide whatever feeling it was I wanted to hide.

"I'm sorry, young master, I was just making a few minor alterations to some things in the mansion" he replied, coming closer. I held still for him to start undressing me. He started unbuttoning my vest, and how gently he did unbutton. He looked so serene in taking off my shoes and my socks, it could be my imagination but it almost appeared like he enjoyed the task.

Soon, I was bare before him. I caught him staring at me, like he wanted something from me, something that only I could give.

"What are you gawking at, Sebastian?" I asked him demandingly; as to break his trance-like look before I was pulled in the gaze.

"Nothing, young master" he said, giving himself a small shake of his head, "I was just thinking"

"Of what?" I inquire.

"Nothing important that the young master needs to worry himself with" he said, folding away the clothes that I had wore that day. He then picked up my sleeping habits and lifted my arms to have me wear them. He seemed less enthusiastic and less energetic now than a while ago. Was he disappointed?

He then straightened himself up and carried me off my feet, gently placing me down on my bed, then tucking me in.

"Sleep well, my lord" he turned around before leaving the room.

Normal POV

Ciel couldn't sleep. His eyes were fixated on his huge window, with the light of the moon creeping inside of his room. There was something else about Sebastian today, something different with his attitude.

Speaking of creeping in, the young Phantomhive thought he heard his door open. He quickly jolted up to see who could it be, preparing himself for the worst-case scenario. He sees a black figure slowly coming closer; he quickly feels the tension leave as he recognizes his own butler.

He gave a sigh of relief, "Sebastian, what is it that you've a dire necessitate to sneak into my chambers at this moment of the night?"

"Young master, I can't stand this anymore" he said, pulling the younger one nearer him, Ciel feeling his butler's hardened manhood against him, "See what you have done?"

"Sebastian! I—" the young Earl's words were cut off by his servant's lips. Their lips both pressed together, Ciel quickly felt heat traveling all over his body, especially his cheeks. To the demon's surprise, the human responded fervently, trying very much to kiss back and overpower Sebastian.

The Phantomvile child then felt his butler's arms surround him, tightly embracing him as if he were to wither away any second. He literally took Ciel's breath away. The young Earl quickly pulled away from the kiss, gasping for air.

"Oh God, Sebastian" he said, after receiving a decent amount of air. The servant simply grinned at his master. "...If you weren't just so damn good at it, I'd say you're trying to kill me via suffocation!"

The demon gave off a small chuckle.

"Do it again, Sebastian," he ordered.

"Yes, my lord"

The tall, pale demon then gently placed the young human on his bed once more, yet with a certain degree of charm, like he was to give the boy a special surprise straight from the golden gates of Heaven itself. The angry yet adorable puppy-dog eyes Ciel gave were too adorable, on his face read "Would you hurry up and give me what I want. Now."

Sebastian cherished this moment. How he adored his master.

He leans in closer to the Phantomhive, and the latter closing his eyes in immense anticipation for that once more sensual kiss earlier, his first kiss. His first kiss, which he is somehow proud to say, was not taken by a mere mortal or some whore off the street, no. It was taken by a demon.

"Master" he hears, then opening his eyes to something bright.

"It's time to wake up, master"

He hears the gentle voice once again. The only that feels heavier than his body are his eyelids. He opens his eyes to see that it is morning, and a familiar figure is now pulling back the curtains. The Earl sits up, wondering what happened.

"A dream?"

"It looks like you had a very good one last night, judging from the trail of your own saliva from your mouth" the butler said, with a light laugh. Ciel then wiped the side of his mouth using the back of his hand.

"Perhaps it was, Sebastian" he glanced at his butler "It really was"

A/N: Sorry for the long wait, it's been pretty hectic, I've been writing this in between class and when the class is boring. Teehee! Thanks to all those who reviewed and who liked and all that jazz, it really made me want to write more. Cookies for you!