Let Me Sleep

4

He pushes back my hair, and looks at my fuchsia colored eye. He takes a small bottle from his jackets pocket, and opens it. With his other hand he hold my eyelids open, and drip the clear substance into it. I started to feel a mild burn, and felt as if someone stabbed my eye. Blood began to leak from my eye as I scream for the pain to stop.

"Forgive me, my lord." He says, and let's my eye close. He plants a kiss over the closed lid. I gasp at the sudden action, but quickly focus on the pain coming from my bloody eye.

After a couple hours the pain stopped, and I got up to use the bathroom.

I open the door, and look into the mirror. Over the discolored orb was a pentagram symbol.

Sebastian

{2 Years Later}

"It's time to wake up, my lord." I say drawing the curtains back looking at the white breathing lump on the bed.

A soft groan erupted from under the white duvet. I chuckle, and watch as Ciel slowly rose from his comfortable position.

"Fucking hell what time it it?" He says yawning. I pull out my pocket watch, and read the small numbers.

"It is currently a quarter till six." I say handing him his tea. "Today's tea is Earl Grey, and the paper for today is the Rampage Case." He nods, and sips his tea.

I begin to undress, and redress my young lord whilst he read the paper, and sips his tea. Occasionally he will ask me a question, but the boy is so smart he never needs help with work.

When I fist saw Ciel I knew it would be difficult to have a contract with him. His soul is worth so much that I don't think I'm worthy to be the one to be his loyal partner, and shield. Ciel Phantomhive is something else. He isn't like any other that I've formed a contract with. Not only is he different, but he is the most beautiful boy I've ever laid. eyes on.

I have to refrain from kissing his small yet full lips.

"Sebastian?" Ciel asked setting his now empty tea cup on his night stand. I look up at him, and slow as ever begin to put his socks on.

I make sure to take my time on this part of the outfit due to the fact he has extraordinary legs. Long, soft, and silky. His skin is hair free, and soft to the touch. I slide the fabric up his shin.

"Yes, my lord?" He takes in a shaky breath. "Can I ask you a question?" He put the paper on his unmade bed, and leaned back on his arms. "I apologize for responding to your question with a question.You just asked me a question, and I answered what's the harm in asking me another?" He nodded, and rubs his eyes.

"When is your birthday?" He was shocked when I chuckled. "My birthday is on the twentieth of January. The year was centuries ago, but that shouldn't matter." I say clipping the sock garter to the black fabric. "Oh," He said surprised.

"Happy birthday, Sebastian."