Title: That Butler, Incubating

Author: Seftimiu (aka Brain Freeze)

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, except the original characters which are there for plot reasons. Rosier is mine, and is used in a variety of RPGs I have played in as well as an original character for an original novel.

Summary: Crack played straight. Sebastian is badly injured and needs to gain strength before he can return, to do that he must incubate, rest, and regain energy. In the meantime Grell and Ciel find that everyone around them has lost their mind, apparently. Angels, Demons, and Reapers are a pain in the bum for them as well.

For and dedicated TO: Catlover123456789 and Ruler of the Ice Dragons who also Beta Read.

Warnings: Somewhat Mpreg, kind of? Ha! Violence. Emotional constipation. Family oriented. Lots of head-canon. Primarily based on Manga, but with brief nods to the Anime here and there.

Warning Part Two: On the subject of gender, Grell's gender starts out being phrased as masculine because that is how others see her. And that is how the anime and manga approach it. (They actually make light of it as we know, but I wanted to address it as something that does bother her.) Then when it gets to a part where it is only her and someone that accepts her as a woman it will use feminine pronouns. If it is at a part where she is there, but with someone that doesn't think of her yet as a woman, it will be masculine until such time as she is accepted by them to be a woman. I know it is confusing… but I wanted to show an evolution of thought process of one or more of the characters.

Warning Part Three: VERY dialogue heavy with lots of information in that dialogue.

Ciel dived to the side of the building, breathing heavily as an explosion threw debris into the air. His chest felt tight, and he fought to suck in much needed oxygen before taking flight once more away from the sound of fighting behind him. It was not cowardly to get out of the way when you were clearly outmatched. Sabastian had enough to look out for without his young master being in the way. The Reapers were providing much needed back-up, however reluctantly they may be doing so, but it was beginning to look like they were all out classed by the mad Angel who was currently attempting to destroy the warehouse district.

He shook his head quickly, trying to find cover as despite the distance blood spattered across his face and shoulders. It appeared that the Reaper, Will, had taken some damage when the Angel swung that silvery ax a second ago. He was down, not dead, but definitely wouldn't be getting up any time soon. He saw a flash of red and turned in time to see Grell rev up his chainsaw and meet the ax before it could come down on Will again. The sparks caught on some old boxes and Ciel could smell smoke. This had to end, and quickly, before they all died.

"Sebastian! I order you to end this, quickly!" He coughed out, his lungs protesting the smoke that was beginning to roll through the narrow walkways between buildings. Now was not the time for an asthma attack! He really needed out of this place. The old warehouses were like kindling, ready to catch and burn fiercely. 'Some of the buildings used to hold oil! Damn it, we're going to go up in a fireball if it reaches the…' he mentally trailed off as he found himself having to dive behind another building, trying to keep a shield between him and the fight. He wanted to know how it ended, so he knew he couldn't completely leave the area.

It seemed that the Angels were slowly going as mad as the Reapers were. It truly is a sad state of affairs when Demons were saner and more reasonable than those that should have reputations for "good" and "neutral". Sebastian bounded off a flaming wall, throwing knives toward the Angel who had started all the fuss a few weeks ago when he started to destroy all of those that had been engaging in what he referred to as "tainted love affairs". Sebastian pursed his lips, 'Considering this was London that means that a good many of the adults and most of the teens were potential victims. Particularly since the definition of tainted ranged from cheating, to sexual abuse, to something as simple as being dishonest.'

The Angel angled his ax and deflected the knives before they could hit, and then swung the ax backward, hoping to catch the butler who was attempting to close in on the Angel from behind. "Demon, destroyer, user…" The Angel chanted under his breath. "You've used sex to gain information…"

Sebastian smirked, but then frowned as the Angel managed to cut his sleeve. "Why must people always damage my suit? I will have to repair that now." He complained in an even tone. "I fear we must end this soon, my master demands it. And quite frankly, you are rather tiresome. I know not what is happening in the Heavenly Realms, but it seems that something is rather amiss. You are the fifth Angel in the last three years to 'go off the rails' as they say." He sniffed. It was rather troublesome really, and it did not bode well.

The first Angel had appeared when the Earl had been merely thirteen years old, but since then others had followed with similar insanity. At the age of sixteen, the Earl had seen far too many mad Angels to believe that any of them were actually the force of "good" that people portrayed them to be. At least Demons were honest about what they intended to do to you in the end, and those that made contracts at least "paid" for the joy of sucking down a soul. The Angels just seemed "hell-bent" on punishing people, no pun truly intended.

As one of the warehouses gave a small explosion, Ciel dived behind Grell who had at some point been flung to the side and was only just now regaining his feet. Another Reaper was dragging the one known as Will away from the fire as enflamed wooden debris began to rain down on them once more. "End this NOW, Sebastian!" Ciel growled.

"Hey, I'm not your meat shield, brat!" Grell sputtered as he realized the young man was crouched behind him.

"You are now." Ciel muttered, covering his head and biting back a hiss of pain as what used to be part of a wall crashed into his back. "You're just not a very good one!" He added in irritation, throwing his overcoat onto the ground, and stamping the fire out. His back stung, but it didn't seem to be too bad.

"Get back in there!" He ordered Grell. "Take that Angel down!"

"You are not the boss of me." Grell sniffed imperiously, but still jumped back into the fray. "Oh, Sebby, my love! I am here to aid you!" He swung his chainsaw at the Angel who once more deflected it with his ax.

"Would you please cease that drivel? Never have I ever indicated that I was interested…" Sebastian huffed even as he tried to once more get behind the Angel. Unfortunately as the ax glanced off the chainsaw, it threw the ax back sharply, catching Sebastian in the arm this time.

He let out a rare roar of pain, aghast that he had been actually hit! But that irritation he had just begun to feel turned quickly into instinctual terror as his arm began to lose its cohesion. He felt as though every nerve was on fire. Ciel watched in shock as Sebastian seemed to become shadowy before his eyes, losing sharp edges and becoming hazy. His eyes though remained red and bright, filled with anger and hate even as he screamed in pain.

"You did not think I would actually come here without some kind of edge, did you?" The Angel grinned with sharpened teeth, his eyes taking on a golden hue in his madness. "The edge of this ax may not kill Reapers, and it may only chop a human to pieces, but to a Demon? It only requires piercing the flesh and they will begin to cease to exist."

Ciel watched in horror as Sebastian began to grow smaller, more indistinct, his voice beginning to fade.

"Cease to be, as though never was." The Angel crowed.

Ciel shouted, "I order you not to leave me! Your contract is not fulfilled Sebastian ! I order you to stay with me!" He was desperate. He didn't think it would truly work, but he was running on instinct and fear. They were truly in over their head. And as much as he hated to admit it, he needed the Demon by his side. Not just for the sake of revenge, but as a buffer against a world he didn't really wish to be part of, but had no choice in doing so.

"Sebby!" Grell cried out in anguish. "My love! My dark star!" Narrowing his eyes, he ground his teeth together. "I will avenge thee!" He dramatically cried out and threw himself back at the still crowing Angel. "I think you're due for a trip to Hell, yourself." He waited until he was almost on the Angel before revving the chainsaw this time, and managed to sever an arm. The beginning of records began to pour off the Angel, but Ciel had eyes only for the still moving shadow that was once his Demonic butler. It was shrinking! Disappearing…

The shadow was growing smaller by the second and then after hovering for a second more it seemed to make up its mind and streaked toward Ciel. It struck him with a force that Ciel was unprepared for, causing him to fall backward. The shadow hadn't looked substantial, but it still seemed to have weight, even as it sunk into Ciel's stomach. It felt so cold it almost burned, but soon began to warm in his abdomen.

He lay on the ground, panting, looking at the sky. It seemed to be spinning, and he was dizzy. The world was tilting, and he could vaguely hear shouts and screams in the background, and then the flap of wings before finally only the sound of a voracious fire became the only noise he could hear.

Ciel closed his eyes, swallowing down nausea. He felt something squirm inside him, just under his ribs, and he winced. If he didn't know any better, he would think something was trying to make room and settle in for a kip. Wait, he didn't know any better! "Se… Sebastian?" He asked, placing a hand over his stomach. There was the smallest bulge that hadn't been there earlier. "Is-is that you?" He felt foolish talking to his stomach. His head still spun, and there was a shudder inside of him. A sigh? From inside?

Taking stock of himself, he realized that he was sore all over. The stinging he felt on his back earlier was a full fledge pain, and he couldn't quite seem to manage to get the strength to stand. He felt almost… oily… inside? How that was, he could not say, but if he had to describe it he would describe it as though someone had somehow made him swallow a gallon of oil.

There was a flash of red from the side, and Ciel turned to yell to Grell only to find… Grell wasn't on that side? He turned his head to the other side, 'Wait, there is Grell! Then…' He looked back toward where he could have sworn he'd seen Grell earlier. Reapers moved fast though, perhaps he'd employed a bit of supernatural speed. Irritating!

"He escaped." Grell pouted, glaring at the sky. The other Reapers were gathering their injured and disappearing quickly, leaving the two men by themselves in the burning district. In the distance Ciel could hear the sound of people coming quickly and loudly. They would want to put the fire out, of course. "Get me out of here." He croaked.

"That is not my job." Grell glared, already turning to go, but then paused looking one of the warehouses not yet on fire. He frowned and seemed to be sniffing the air before starting to step in that direction. 'What was that? Someone is hiding? But, not the Angel… a Demon? And he feels familiar…' He was just about to call out and demand whomever it was to step out and confront them when Ciel grabbed at his trouser leg.

"You say you love Sebastian, yet you would leave him here to perish." Ciel glared in return, unable to move more than his head and his hands. He couldn't even really raise his arms.

"He already has." The red head spat, kicking his leg to dislodge Ciel's grip. "He died on your orders, you filthy brat. It is your fault!" He was on the edge of hysteria, once more. "And you still think you can just give orders-"

"He's inside of me." Ciel interrupted. He was unable to stop the coughing fit, which left him helplessly gasping for air after his outburst. It was several more seconds before he could continue. "He's inside of me… here." He managed to grasp his stomach once more. "He's still here… I don't know how. I think he's somehow sheltering-", He didn't get much further before Grell was kneeling over him, a knee on either side of his waist.

His hands batted Ciel's away. "Yesssss, yes, he is… I can feel the energy! He's pulling energy from you. Just a little, not all of it, he would break the contract if he killed you to save his own life… That kind of stuff is almost instinctual." Grell muttered more to himself than Ciel. "Just enough to keep himself alive… He's really there!" He sounded joyous for a second, and then he frowned. "He's not strong enough to survive on his own yet." He pouted, the question about stranger yet familiar Demons long forgotten. "He has to get stronger before he can leave your puny body."

"Why he chose you and not me, I'll never understand." Grell added in irritation, glaring at Ciel as though this was somehow all of his fault. "I'm much bigger and stronger and more attractive than you are! It would be like… like carrying one of his babies." He squealed. "Oh, it would be so wonderful!"

Ciel coughed. "Get me out of here, or he won't survive to yell at you for that later!" He struggled to get up. He cried out involuntarily as the sharp pain in his back reared up.

"Of course! Anything for my Sebby!" Grell agreed, hauling Ciel up he threw the smaller man over his shoulder and took off faster than Ciel could see. He closed his eyes as he realized he could glimpse the streets below as Grell bounced off of rooftops. What he couldn't see couldn't hurt him; seconds later though he didn't have to worry about it as he lost consciousness.