I literally JUST finished writing chapter 5 and I thought to myself: HAY. WHATCHU GONNA DO ABOUT CHAPTER 6? Well, I figured since this IS a crackfic that was originally supposed to contain nothing but one-shots, I'm going to have to stray away from building up a story like that of chapters 3-5: I can't have an entire storyline worked up for a simple one-shot collection. SO - I decided to keep things simple and start off fresh again - that's why chapter 5 ended like it did.

And now, I won't keep you waiting any longer!

Enjoy!

WARNING: IF YOU DO NOT LIKE YAOI, YOU WILL PROBABLY BE DISGUSTED. IF YOU SHIP SEBACIEL, THEN YOU'RE IN FOR A TREAT.

Thanks to Brennan (my awesome brother) for this chapter idea!

Chapter 6: Talking in Your Sleep

I found myself bored once again at nightfall.

I had been sitting in my large desk chair, my hand resting on the side of my face, and my arm propped up on the oak secretary desk. It had been a while since anything interesting had happened in my life (a while being about half an hour). However, I did teach Mey-Rin how to properly do laundry, and she might still have been at it. I was feeling quite bored with those four walls that I called a bedroom. Even though I never really ever used the bed.

Let's go for a walk. I always go for walks but I feel like tonight will be different.

I took the candelabra from its normal resting spot, lit it with a single match and started to the hallway.

I was halfway through the long room when I felt a cold draft whistle through my legs.

"...Huh."

I looked down. It had taken me a few seconds to realize...

...that I had not been wearing pants.

I rushed back to my bedroom in a matter of seconds and pulled on a pair of black trousers before exiting for the hallway again.

Okay. Now I can go.

I walked down the hallway again, slowly, admiring the wood panelling of the walls and the carpeted measures humans will go to in order to make their homes presentable. In Hell, we would just burrow in a rock pile or move in with Lucifer in exchange for a few hundred years of service. And if not that, we would build our own castles and separate the land as our own.

I had a f**king mansion.

It... wasn't as nice as this one, however. This one has carpets and paintings about things that aren't evil, dying or dead, and use colours that span from black to white and everything inbetween, not just red and black.

But sometimes we had blue paint.

I like blue paint.

I continued my leisurely stroll down the hall, running a gloved hand over the smooth bumps and flats of the wall panels.

I made my way to the main hall, casting a long glance over the entirety of the room, from the arched ceiling and pillars to the marble chessboard-esque floor. I feel like I've never had time to completely admire the beauty of this mansion. I must admit, I had been blessed to have the opportunity to work and live here, even if I couldn't spend most of my nights sleeping in my bed.

...Actually - nevermind. My bed is probably a lot less comfortable than the Young Master's.

And then it clicked.

I would go to the Master's room and test this theory for myself. I would find out which bed is more comfortable by the end of the night.

And so, with my mission in mind, I began my walk to the Young Master's room.

It took me a little while to get there (as I had been admiring more colourful art), but I did end up at his door in due time. I raised a gloved hand to knock on his door - just by force of habit - but I ended up just walking in with no warning.

Upon entering the room, my eyes rested upon a sight that was a bit queer.

The Young Master was laying down in his bed, but he had been laying above the covers, and sleeping in quite the odd position. His face was to his pillow, his rump sticking up quite highly in the air and his arms rested at his sides while his feet appeared as if he was standing on his tip-toes, heels sticking right up.

I glided across the room to reposition him - he might have gotten a cold staying up from under the covers. I reached his bedside and stretched out my hands, letting one rest under his chest and the other at his legs. I had made contact with him and was about to move him before he started to stir about in his sleep.

"Nnn... Sebastian..." He groaned quietly.

I retracted my hands a little bit and turned my head to the side, keeping my wide eyes upon his face. What the hell?

I went to move him again and successfully got him to lay on his stomach before he started to speak again.

"...Don't go... yet...want to learn..." He shifted to lay on his side, one hand on his chin, the other reaching up to grab my arm. He succeeded and pulled my arm close to his chest, wrapping both of his arms around it like a small child.

What does he want to learn? Why is he clinging to my arm?! Must escape his grip...

I cleared my head of muddled thoughts and gently pulled my arm away from him and ran it over his chest to pull him onto his stomach, the other reaching for his legs. He reacted loudly as my hands touched his exposed leg and the gentle touch at his chest.

"Sebastiaaaannnn... I want it..."

I gave up questioning and began talking back to the sleeping boy. "What is it that you want, Young Master?"

He seemed to realize that I was speaking to him, for as soon as I started, he rolled on his side enough to face me properly.

"...give it to me..."

I probably jumped out of my own shoes at this point, but I paid it no mind. "Master - what?"

"...want...you..." He started to drool.

My eyes widened even more. Does he even know what he's saying to me?

I reached down to wipe the saliva from his face before it got any farther than it was and soiled his pillow, but Ciel let a hand reach up and take hold of mine.

"...Come here with... me..." He wouldn't let go of my hand, so I had to do something to make him sleep properly. I couldn't dare wake him up, otherwise I would be feeling it in the morning. So I admitted defeat, and began to crawl onto the bed to see if he would respond and either wake up - which I did NOT want - or stay asleep and eventually reach a point where he won't react if I were to leave.

I slowly crawled overtop of him and got in a position where I could lay comfortably beside him. His muscles tensed for a moment as he turned to lay on his stomach, a look of frustration upon his pale face.

"...Sebastian..." He spoke before shivering violently.

I looked my younger superior in the face. What am I to do now if he's cold? Pulling the covers up wouldn't suffice, as I am laying down with him and he will be roused if I move too much.

Only one thing I can do...

I edged a little closer to him and let an arm rest above his shoulder. He stirred a little bit, pushing over to get closer to me while turning on his side and took my arm, curling it up into his own chest. He wrapped his left arm around my neck and shoulder and snuggled his head into the crook of my neck.

And so, there I had laid, on my back, waiting for him to let go of my body so that I could leave.

That was until he had begun to wrap his legs around mine, talking in his sleep once again about being cold. I sighed internally.

Hahhh... what am I to do?

I had to at least try to get him to unravel himself from my being: I turned over to lay on my side, and shifted upwards so his head had lain in my chest, and I took my arm from his grip (he started to stir when I did this) and placed it around his midsection, pulling him close to myself.

"...you're warm... Sebastian..." He breathed.

A demon, warm? ...What do you take me for, Young Master..?

"...Like this a lot..."

I couldn't help but stare at the young Earl for a moment. He seemed to be very content where he was. Happy, even.

This... this isn't so bad after all, is it.. The foreign warmth found its way to my face once again.

The boy reached his hand that was around my neck up to place it around my ear. He took a small part of my hair and began to unconsciously play with it.

"...Master..?"

Said boy's eye opened a fraction. He caught sight of a large figure in front of him, and his cerulean eyes flew open when he realized that there was a mass of warmth surrounding him and that his hands were in someone else's hair.

He stared me down for a while, speechless, and I did the same. After a while, he spoke in a deadly calm.

"...Sebastian."

"...Yes, Master?"

"What are you doing in my bed?"

I cocked my head up from the pillow. "You were cold, and invited me to lay with you-"

"WHAT?! WHEN DID I DO-"

I raised a gloved finger to shush him so as not to wake the servants. "You don't typically talk in your sleep, do you, my Lord?"

Ciel spoke in a hoarse whisper. "WHY WOULD I DO THAT IN MY SLEEP?!"

"I don't know why, but... I'm here now, aren't I?" I spoke quietly, trying to urge him to do the same. He managed to relax himself after a minute of elongated silence.

"Well - I'm tired, so..." Ciel started, but his words trailed off.

"You would like for me to stay here with you?" I spoke.

"Don't get ahead of yourself." He snapped with less energy than usual. "I'm just tired, and I certainly couldn't care right now..." He rolled over to face the opposite of me.

"I see." I chuckled softly. "Well, then... Goodnight, my Lord."

He remained quiet for a moment. "...Goodnight, Sebastian."

He had been quiet for a long time - I wondered whether he was asleep or not. I drew ever so close to him, wrapping an arm around his midsection and played with his hair with a free hand. He stirred a little and sighed dreamily, but didn't say anything.

Yes. Definitely asleep.

I let my eyes close for a while, drifting back into what the humans call sleep simply as something to pass the time here.

I opened my eyes after what appeared to be a few hours. It seemed that Ciel and I had drifted apart in sleep. I attempted to sit up and check on the Young Master, but something had prevented me from sitting up fully.

Oh. His arm is wrapped around me.

Not only that, but as soon as I had lain back down, the boy pressed himself to me, gripping my neck and chest tighter and moaning softly in sleep.

Sunlight streamed brightly through the ocean-blue curtains in the room, not bright enough to wake the Young Master up but enough to rouse me. It had been a long night after the last event; I had stayed up for the rest of the night, and watched the morning sun rise ever so slowly.

I looked over to my side, and noticed that the Young Master was still there: I had been laying on my back still, and he had his head and arms upon my chest.

I peered over to the window and out the curtain - there was a small crack in the curtains and I could see outside. There was a very faint drizzle of rain pouring from the sky, light grey clouds painting over its countenance.

A small movement from beside me. I felt the boy beside me grow closer as he cuddled right into my chest and neck, tucking his legs in to conform to mine. His forehead was to my chin as I wrapped my arm around him again.

A sound similar to footsteps outside the door.

Oh no.

The sound grew closer.

Ohhhh no.

The shuffle of the feet stopped at the door, and the great oak thing opened to reveal Bardroy carrying a tea tray, eyes closed.

F**k.

"'Ey, Master, I know it's time for you to wake up 'n' all, an' I couldn't find Sebastian, so-"

Bardroy stopped dead in his tracks when he opened his eyes.

The only thing he saw was Sebastian and Ciel snuggled together before Ciel shot up, gaze locking with Bard's for a moment, and he turned away and began to stride briskly, the door shutting very quietly behind himself.

Ciel turned to Sebastian angrily. "That could've been avoided, you ignorant, foolish-"

"Who is the fool here, Master?"

His eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

"I am not the one who cuddled with a demon all night because I was cold."

"And I'm not the one who - I'm not in the mood right now. Just - just go." Ciel turned away, face flushed pure red.

I let a hand rest at my mouth before I stood from the bed and bowed. "Yes, my Young Lord."

The last I remembered of Ciel in the morning was him turning his head toward me before I left, a blush visible on his cheeks as he watched me leave.

Damn demon...

I BELIEVE I HAVE PERMISSION TO FANGIRL HERE MORE THAN I DID LAST CHAPTER-

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I promise.

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