The day begins with preparations for Lady Elizabeth's party. With the assistance of his Phantomhive servants, the manor is completely prepared and decorated to Elizabeth's liking. Well, at least, later on in the day. Right now, Ciel Phantomhive was waking up in the middle of the night. Palms sweaty, heart beating rapidly, alone in the darkness. The nightmares had taken over his dreams for yet another night and he had just returned back into reality. Today was also his mother's birthday, as well as Elizabeth's, and that scared him. It had always scared him. He couldn't catch his breath. He felt as if he had been running. Though, in a sense, he had. He had been denying and ignoring these feelings, that they attack him in his sleep. The feeling of not being able to let go; to accept that they had been taken from him and that he was alone. Now, he had no choice. No matter how he hid his feelings, the sweat screamed fear and let the nightmares escape. He held his knees in his chest and balled up on his bed. He called out to him, to his demonic company. "Sebastian…" The candle's flickered, and soon, the butler walked into his room.
"You called me from sleep, my lord," he spoke, "Is something wrong?" "I'm scared…" His eyes widened, for he hadn't seen the young master so vulnerable since he had come from the cage that night. He remained silent as his young master sat up in his bed and held his knees. "These dreams will kill me someday…" "What dreams?" Ciel took in a deep breath. Sebastian, wanting so much to hold and comfort him, stayed by the door. "I hear their screams…" he stated, "…all of them. My mother's, my father's, Aunt Anne…I can hear them. They scream and beg to be released into something more. I can't help but try my best to help them, to stop the pain. But when I reach my destination, I realize their laughing at me. Their laughs echo in my head…mocking me, as if they wanted me to be alone…" Sebastian listened, and longed to take away his pain. "Shall I bring you some warm milk and honey to help with your sleeping?" "No…" Ciel looked out the window to the partial full moon. He looked again to see his demonic butler, still standing at his side. "S-Stay with me…until I fall asleep…" "Is this an order…?" Ciel looked down at his thumbs. He tried his best to concur these fears alone but it seemed impossible. When their eyes met, Sebastian notice the look of them. Watery and wide, trying their best to hide the pain but swallowing the pride and asking for help; puppy dog eyes. "…I'm asking you…" He smirked. For once, this was something he needed. He walked over to his bed, and sat down. As the young one curled up under his covers and his bottom lip trembled, his companion got closer to him and placed his hand on his head. "No need to be in fear, young master…" he spoke. The teen looked up at him and tried his best to relax. Sebastian pushed the hair out of his face and continued to try and make him feel comfortable. "I am here by your side, until the end…"
Ciel moved his head and laid it upon the demon's leg. "Don't leave me, Sebastian…" His ears rang with this sweet sound of his desire. He couldn't give in, not here. He kept his hand on his head, stroking the strands of his thoughts. Ciel looked up at, his mix matched eyes shining in the candle light. "You've been with me through it all," he spoke, "I don't know what I'd do without you." Sebastian smiled, he loved the way he sounded; sleepy, yet sensitive. "That is our contract," the demon reminded him, "I am not to lie, nor leave and protect you…until you reach your ultimate goal." He brought up his head from his lap, and looked at him. Their faces inches away from each other. "How do you feel about me?" His mind started to race; how does he answer such a question? "Please, young master…don't do this. Don't ask me such questions…" Sebastian checked his pocket watch. "It's gotten very late, young master," he spoke while standing, "You must really try and get some rest. We have a lot of planning to execute for Milady's party." "Don't leave," he called out to him, stopping him from leaving the room, "Please tell me." His chest started to hurt, he couldn't keep holding it in. "Please, sir…" he spoke, "Don't make me do such a thing. I really don't think you want to know…" The corner of the young one's mouth turned, he was getting angry. "Do you hate me?" he asked, "Do you only tolerate me because of the contract?" "Of course not, my lord," Sebastian answered. He felt as if he was being set up; as if he knew what was coming, yet he still insisted on hearing it. "Tell me how you feel about me," he demanded, "That's an order!" The butler's body shivered, he could no longer reject him. He was ordered to something and he must carry it out. He sat down the candle stick, removed his gloves and loosened his tie. This was the only chance he was going to get.
"In the beginning, I thought you were an arrogant, little brat who couldn't stand on his own two feet without whining," Sebastian started, "But as I've watched you grow and change, I've come to love the way you are." The demon moved closer toward the bed, trying so hard to pace himself. "I think that you will grow to be a great man someday, if you head isn't clouded. More or less, I will always stand by you, not only because of the contract…" Ciel eyes widened. Frankly, he didn't expect this. His heart pounded; had he felt the same way all along? "Personally, young master," Sebastian continued, "I love being by your side; carrying you to the manor when things have become too much for you to handle, answering the calls when you need me…" "Get to the point, Sebastian!" he called out, staring at his balled up fists onto of his comforter. Sebastian took in a deep breath; this was the moment he was holding back. "I love you, Ciel…" Ciel's head snapped up within seconds, and he stared at him. Sebastian ran his fingers through his hair. "I know, I shouldn't have said it," he spoke, turning away from the young Earl, "I know nothing will come from this but I can't hold back anymore…" "Say it again…" He turned back to see him smiling, embracing the gesture. "Say it again, please…" Sebastian smiled, easing closer toward him. "I love you…" "Again." "I love you…" "Again." This request kept coming and the demon butler did as asked and kept repeating his love, drawing closer toward him. He sat on his bed, and held his face. On the final beckon of repeat, Sebastian whispered, "I love you, Ciel…" His smile got brighter, as if it were light up the entire room. The young one had waited so long to hear it from him. To hear it from someone who truly meant it.
He took hold of the demon's hands that lay upon his face and brought them down to his chest. "Do you mean it?" "I do, my lord," he said, "I do not lie…" He smiled and looked toward him. Their faces began to drift closer, longing to connect. "Will you do me a favor?" the butler asked. The young one's face drifts closer, with only inches separating them, their breath touching each other's cheeks. "What is it?" Sebastian took a hold of the young lord's chin and tilted it upward. "The name you gave me…" the demon stated, "Call my name…" The tip of their noses touch, their eyes closed. The temptation is high and it was what they had been waiting for, what seemed like, an eternity. The young one push his lips slightly against his companions, not enough to complete the gesture, but to progress the tease. He parts his lips and his soft voice speaks. "Sebastian…" His blood warms, and he can't stand this distance. He parts his mouth but doesn't say a word, and completes the gesture. His soft lips wrap around his body like a blanket of pure passion. He brings his hands to wrap around him, pulling his body closer, while his lips scream for more. He lays Ciel down and holds him close, their lips never separating. His brings his hand to his chest and rubs his rib cage. This impulse of ecstasy fuels them, as their bodies get closer. The passionate kisses lower from his lips to his neck. Ciel grabs hold of his back, as the demon's tongue caresses his skin. Sebastian's urges become unbearable. He wants to feed; to sink his fangs into his veins and reveal the crimson perfume from underneath. His teeth reveal themselves; he tries his best to hold back this demonic craving. Ciel's soft voice echoes through the room as he calls the butler's name. He begs for more; for this passion never to end, not knowing that Sebastian is struggling to behave himself. "Don't let me go…" He moans these words in the demon's ear, sending shivers down his back. "I can't hold back anymore…" The demon provides one last kiss, and suddenly, sinks his teeth in his skin. The young one lets out a scream loud enough to wake the dead as the red temptation spills from him. He can't stop… The beast has been released…
Sebastian wakes up in a pool of his own sweat. He's panting, unable to control his breath. He looks down at his shirt, which is see through from his fluid and able to show what's underneath. He looks out the window and sees that the sun is barely up. It was time for him to get up and prepare for the day, and the afternoon activities. "It was just a dream," he thinks as he runs his hand through his sweat infused hair. He pushes himself out of his bed, and begins to get dressed. He notices that the skin from his bottom has been broken. His blood had run down his chin and dried. He smirks while cleaning himself. "Look what I've done," he speaks while tasting himself, "I must be more careful." He buttons his jacket and heads up the stairs. "I must look presentable for milady's party," he continues, while his feet touch the last step, "For that is the Phantomhive way."
