Hello, this is an extra chapter since I've gotten a few requests for some fluffy CIELXSEBASTIAN. Hope you enjoy XD and I'm sorry if it doesn't turn out right.

I shot up in my bed drenched in sweat. Immediately I went to check on Master, in the back of my head I knew it was only a dream but still…I needed to make sure he was okay.

It felt so real, like he was ripped from me. My chest had a dull and unfamiliar ache in it. I didn't know what I would do if I was unable to find him. Surely there was no need to worry; I just didn't have dreams often so this was a little odd for me. I would check and he would be fine.

I hadn't made it all the way to his room when I bumped into him in the hall without a candle. "My lord? What are you doing out of bed?" I asked seeing his distraught expression. His face looked paler than usual and something about the way his hands were fidgeting made me nervous.

He reached up and fisted my jacket, snuggling into my chest. "You're alright then?" he whispered, hand shaking caught in the fabric.

"Did you have a bad dream Master?" I asked, wondering how that had happened. He nodded as a shiver passed through his tiny form.

"Don't worry Master; I won't let another fire touch this house. I assure you everything will be alright" I insisted lightly.

"Not the fire…that's not it. You, I thought you were…" I was a bit confused by this point. "What did you think had happened?"

"Thought you were trying to kill me..."

"Master, please don't worry." I didn't know what else to say, he was having nightmares of me now. I wanted to say that I wouldn't hurt him, that I was only to protect him but we would both know it was a lie.

"Will you tell me about it?" He whispered so quietly no human would have ever picked up on what he said.

"Are you sure you want to know?" I don't want to tell you.

"Tell me" I picked him up bride style and started towards my room, clutching my poor Master to my chest in a desperate attempt to lull him back to sleep. I would try and evade the last part.

We got to my room and I laid him down on the soft mattress. "Come on, tell me" he insisted.

"I will take you through your memories; I don't know what they will manifest as. I see yours being like water, precious but unattainable. We will make stops every once in a while to explore feelings and people, and in the end I want to take you to the Island"

It was My Island; I had created it many years ago after my first Master. I wanted to stay away from humans and at the time an island in the Underworld did seem a fitting way to go about doing it.

He grabbed my hand and pulled lightly tugging me down on the bed with him. "I get to see all my memories one more time?" he asked, eyes wide. "Yes, I want you to understand yourself a little better… I don't do that for everyone" I held his small hand.

"Sebastian…do you love me? Like you loved that girl…" a quiet inquiry while pink crept up his cheeks. Thank God we had evaded the subject of what would happen, not that this was much better.

"I do think I love you Master, if a Demon can love that is." I didn't even have to think about the answer. If a Demon could love, then I loved Ciel more than anything else.

"I think I love you too…" In the dark he sat up, looking perplexed by his own confession.

I brushed my lips over his forehead, his cheeks, jaw line, finally his mouth. He relaxed in my arms and crawled a little closer.

It had to be something extraordinary for Ciel to love anyone at this point, after everything that had happened and all the scars that wouldn't heal. Did that make me extraordinary to? Or just deceitful?

I didn't lie to him really, but I tricked him. I made him think I could care about him, led him to believe that maybe I wouldn't kill him after all. At this point I couldn't stop myself if I wanted to; there was nothing that could be done.

He made a sound of pleasure that wasn't quite a moan, but something sweet. It was soft and small like him. He was perfect, Gods very own gift to the world in the form of a small child who had grown up much to fast.

I licked and nibbled at his mouth, feeling like I could do this same thing forever. Being that I was a Demon I knew just how long forever was. He was responding eagerly albeit a little clumsily.

I worked on his mouth for what must have been ten minutes and then suddenly he laid back on my bed.

He looked like an Angel, and a very pure one, surrounded by soft pillows with his hair around his face. His white skin was perfect and the half hooded eyes that pinned me with a lust I'd never known were just about my undoing.

I followed him down after a minute of my appreciative gawking, kissing his mouth, his neck, jaw, chest, everywhere. I couldn't stop myself from tasting this delectable creature who had finally wanted me to have him.

I removed his shirt and he did the same for me, watching with intense admiration and curiosity as he popped the last button. I shrugged out of the clothing that felt much too tight now.

I admired him some more now too, taking in the chest that was much more filled out than one would expect, down to the flat stomach and narrow hips. His face was pink with embracement and excitement. I want him now but it was more than that.

Yes, I think this has to be love, it's more than just lust I feel pooling in the pit of my stomach. I have every intention of being careful and pleasing him, more than even myself. When had I ever wanted to give more pleasure than receive?

Slowly, I kissed his chest more, his belly, placed matching love bites on his hips. I wanted to mark him so no one else would ever touch him. Instinct drove me to have this precious thing that had begun writhing in pleasure under my mouth.

This was an odd feeling; never had I wanted to posses something more than he right now. It had to be a demon instinct driving me to near madness. I'd heard of Demons having an insane infatuation with humans but was that what this was. Take, claim, mine.

My name came out in a moan from his mouth as I slipped the pants from his legs. His hips bucked up when I touched him and I had to bite my lip so hard to keep from moaning myself that it was bleeding.

My fangs elongated painfully, I needed to claim him in every way. I crawled back up his body and met his mouth with mine.

I shuttered as he ran his tongue over my fangs, it was a delicious feeling that sent my head spinning as my body tightened. Fangs were sensitive and defanging a Demon could very likely kill him.

"Can I bite you?" I whispered harshly. His eyes widened in an innocence he shouldn't still posses and he nodded. "It won't hurt but for a second" I assured and dipped my head to his collar, right above the bone.

I licked at the soft flesh, so pure and unblemished. My fangs were about four inches long, much to long to bury all the way in such a delicate boy.

I tentivly scraped them against the skin as a shudder ripped through us both. I positioned his body so his knees were on either side of my hips, hoping that he could pull away if he felt uncomfortable.

After the sudden flip I dipped about half an inch in the flesh and tasted a warm, rich blood so good I nearly came just at the taste. I heard his gasp of pain as he fell rigidly still then pushed my fangs in a little farther.

He relaxed and let out a sigh of contentment and I was glad it didn't hurt him any more. The blood jacked up my energy and awareness of everything. I buried my fingers in the silk of slate hair and stopped drinking from him. It was without difficulty because I wasn't week when I had begun.

I injected the booster into him before releasing him from my grasp; it was a clear liquid that fed endorphins to the body so the bite wouldn't hurt. His eyes were large now, in a way that appeared to be him needing something.

"Please…love me. Like you loved everyone else" the words were barley audible but in that moment I stopped. I flipped him off me and laid him on the bed standing abruptly.

"You can't have sex with me just because you want to be on the same level with everyone else. You aren't" I whispered. "I can be better" his voice broke, sounding defeated.

"You are better, which is why that would mess everything up. You have to do it because you want me too, not because you think you aren't good enough" I knelt by the bed where his legs hung off the edge and held his face.

"You are so much better, so much more than any of these stupid humans I've ever know, ever served. Don't dirty yourself with feelings like that being the cause of something that could be beautiful. You are Ciel Phantomhive and you can do anything" I kissed him forcibly, trying to make myself clear.

What was I saying? Fucking a Demon wasn't beautiful, and he wasn't supposed to mean anything to me. It wasn't supposed to matter what I thought about those I served, as long as we both held our deal. This was insanity.

"Thank you, you're right. I am Ceil Phantomhive and I can have anything in the world that I want. I can do anything, with you at my side." He said sounding proud and whimpering at the same time.

I held him then while we lay in bed that night. I didn't return him to his room and I didn't want to let him go. He cried for some time until he finally fell asleep though and it was then I took a look.

He appeared to be feeling peaceful again, sleeping so soundly and curled to my chest. I loved this boy and all his insanity, even if I was a Demon. I loved this crazy child.

I did my best but I have a really hard time imagining them expressing much of love. I want to wait until Ciel is a little older to let them have sex too. Sorry if this was painfully disappointing.
Thanks for reading
-Ena