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Part One

Ciel stepped a foot out and onto the cold hard floor, it landed heavily. Following; his right foot. His body weighed down with water, Ciel allowed the cold air to punch him. He walked slow to the bathroom sink and splashed his face. He looked up into the mirror and met his own eyes. Slowly he began to shake from the freeze of his wet skin and the atmosphere. His wet hair lay in thick strands over his eyes. He pushed them out of his face, so his ocean eyes were visible. Slowly he leaned closer to the mirror's reflection, leered towards himself.
The dreams had been becoming more frequent. Once a week, every other day, every night, twice a night. His sleep interrupted by flashes of Sebastian's twisted smile, Sebastian's lips, hot bodies, whirring emotions, gasps for breath. He cursed at his reflection. He cursed his thoughts that caused the dreams. Slight fear of embarrassment, growing slowly to paranoia. Maylene, one of the Phantomhive household's workers, had asked Ciel why he was moaning one night. Ciel dare not tell her the erotic dreams he had been beginning to enjoy.
That's the part he hated most. The joy. The thrill. The passion. Ciel grew to love his new 'nightmares', but he hates them. He can't look at Sebastian, his own butler, the same way. Every time Ciel's eyes connect with Sebastian's, images take his breath away from the night earlier. His tongue was growing numb with the chewing he had to do whenever his mind teased him. Sometimes, emotions would swing into reality and he'd go to do it. Only to go to throw himself in bed and sleep early to hold back from smothering Sebastian with kisses.
He dreaded, but grew excited to sleep.
Standing naked he cast his glance towards the wall. 'Sebastian.' Ciel murmured, and like a shadow Sebastian emerged from the corner of the bathroom wall with a towel readied to dry his master. Sebastian's suit freshly pressed, sparkling shoes. He was a true butler but Ciel wasn't a true master to be having these thoughts about Sebastian.
'Another early night, Master?' Sebastian said. His voice had a smooth texture that was calming to the ears. It calmed Ciel to his core.
'Yes, Sebastian. I grow tired with work.' Ciel's pathetic excuse. The most he had done was a few bits of paper work and some violin practice.
Sebastian nodded, he knew something was bothering Ciel. His demonic eyes, looked up into Ciel's as he was drying him. The way he looked made Ciel awkward. 'What are you looking at?' Ciel snapped.
'My Lord. You have been acting differently these past two months.' Sebastian's voice echoed of the walls and seemingly into Ciel's ears four times over. Ciel found it hard to swallow.
'Don't be ridiculous.' Ciel glared down at Sebastian, who was now drying his feet. Sebastian didn't look up.
'It's just something I noted to inform you, Master.' Sebastian simply stated. Ciel's cheeks started to burn, and so did his temper.
'Take me to bed.' Ciel growled. Sebastian stood, and looked at Ciel's scarlet face. 'Yes, my Lord.'
Mumbling angrily at himself he crawled into bed and beneath the thick blankets he cast a look at Sebastian. 'Stay until I sleep, and then when I'm sleeping, leave after half an hour.' Ciel commanded.
'Yes, my Lord.' Sebastian stood with the candle in his hand stiff as a board. The candle grew dimmer and dimmer and Ciel was out like the candle would be in the wind.

He was back in the other world. The dream world. This was the place Ciel felt he could do anything, say anything.
Sebastian standing at the end of the bed. 'What are you waiting for?' Ciel murmured. Sebastian looked at Ciel questioningly. 'Get in bed. Do what you did the night before. And the night before that.' Sebastian did as he was asked. 'Yes, my Lord.' Getting under the covers Sebastian met Ciel and smoothed his hands over his waist.
'Tonight, Sebastian. You are my Master.' Ciel smiled slightly. He was being adventurous this time. 'Let yourself go, and do what you want and I'll do what you command.' Ciel was a different person at night.
Sebastian nodded.

Description
Part One

Ciel stepped a foot out and onto the cold hard floor, it landed heavily. Following; his right foot. His body weighed down with water, Ciel allowed the cold air to punch him. He walked slow to the bathroom sink and splashed his face. He looked up into the mirror and met his own eyes. Slowly he began to shake from the freeze of his wet skin and the atmosphere. His wet hair lay in thick strands over his eyes. He pushed them out of his face, so his ocean eyes were visible. Slowly he leaned closer to the mirror's reflection, leered towards himself.
The dreams had been becoming more frequent. Once a week, every other day, every night, twice a night. His sleep interrupted by flashes of Sebastian's twisted smile, Sebastian's lips, hot bodies, whirring emotions, gasps for breath. He cursed at his reflection. He cursed his thoughts that caused the dreams. Slight fear of embarrassment, growing slowly to paranoia. Maylene, one of the Phantomhive household's workers, had asked Ciel why he was moaning one night. Ciel dare not tell her the erotic dreams he had been beginning to enjoy.
That's the part he hated most. The joy. The thrill. The passion. Ciel grew to love his new 'nightmares', but he hates them. He can't look at Sebastian, his own butler, the same way. Every time Ciel's eyes connect with Sebastian's, images take his breath away from the night earlier. His tongue was growing numb with the chewing he had to do whenever his mind teased him. Sometimes, emotions would swing into reality and he'd go to do it. Only to go to throw himself in bed and sleep early to hold back from smothering Sebastian with kisses.
He dreaded, but grew excited to sleep.
Standing naked he cast his glance towards the wall. 'Sebastian.' Ciel murmured, and like a shadow Sebastian emerged from the corner of the bathroom wall with a towel readied to dry his master. Sebastian's suit freshly pressed, sparkling shoes. He was a true butler but Ciel wasn't a true master to be having these thoughts about Sebastian.
'Another early night, Master?' Sebastian said. His voice had a smooth texture that was calming to the ears. It calmed Ciel to his core.
'Yes, Sebastian. I grow tired with work.' Ciel's pathetic excuse. The most he had done was a few bits of paper work and some violin practice.
Sebastian nodded, he knew something was bothering Ciel. His demonic eyes, looked up into Ciel's as he was drying him. The way he looked made Ciel awkward. 'What are you looking at?' Ciel snapped.
'My Lord. You have been acting differently these past two months.' Sebastian's voice echoed of the walls and seemingly into Ciel's ears four times over. Ciel found it hard to swallow.
'Don't be ridiculous.' Ciel glared down at Sebastian, who was now drying his feet. Sebastian didn't look up.
'It's just something I noted to inform you, Master.' Sebastian simply stated. Ciel's cheeks started to burn, and so did his temper.
'Take me to bed.' Ciel growled. Sebastian stood, and looked at Ciel's scarlet face. 'Yes, my Lord.'
Mumbling angrily at himself he crawled into bed and beneath the thick blankets he cast a look at Sebastian. 'Stay until I sleep, and then when I'm sleeping, leave after half an hour.' Ciel commanded.
'Yes, my Lord.' Sebastian stood with the candle in his hand stiff as a board. The candle grew dimmer and dimmer and Ciel was out like the candle would be in the wind.

He was back in the other world. The dream world. This was the place Ciel felt he could do anything, say anything.
Sebastian standing at the end of the bed. 'What are you waiting for?' Ciel murmured. Sebastian looked at Ciel questioningly. 'Get in bed. Do what you did the night before. And the night before that.' Sebastian did as he was asked. 'Yes, my Lord.' Getting under the covers Sebastian met Ciel and smoothed his hands over his waist.
'Tonight, Sebastian. You are my Master.' Ciel smiled slightly. He was being adventurous this time. 'Let yourself go, and do what you want and I'll do what you command.' Ciel was a different person at night.
Sebastian nodded.