Ciel, for the first time in his short life, is scared.

Now, don't get him wrong, there has been plenty of times he's woken in the middle of the night with dark flashing images in his mind. But this is real.

Real fear.

Real life.

Ciel stood up from his mushy, mud and snow caked nest. His palms where wet, and both sensations of hot and cold where attacking his system. Sweet from anticipation dripped down his forehead, curving past large blue eyes that tear with trepidation. The forest around him was dark, the only light that was given to him was that of the many star's and the grand moon that hung overhead. Trees where barren from leaves, wide and long branches reaching out like skeleton arms. They where only clothed in a fine coat of snow, which the same storm that created it covered the grown in globs of uneven white.

All around him was the same thing.

No where to run.

No where to hide.

I am such a fool! he thinks, claws extending out, trying to fluff his tail to seem bigger; but he only got a weak response.

The shadow moved from the tree, almost gracefully, morphing across the ground like puppets playing with spotlights shining above. Shaky, like branches falling to the ground. But the snow remains un touched; abet Ciel's own little slipper steps.

Ciel is lost for words, as the shadow begins not only to move, but grow. Grow?! It shifts into funny shapes and sizes, wisps of black fog swooping in different direction. Waves of black snakes.

And before the petrified, paralyzed, horrified, little hybrid can barely proses what happened, which seamed like a million and one second, a figure was born from the fog.

A man.

A man stood before him, pale and toned, wide chested and raven black hair.

And fur... and fur!...

A man, no older than his father, stood before him. Six feet away, but eyes locked on each other like deadbolts. Ciel's once teary eyes are now hard, red with irritation. He didn't understand what happened just now; he had never witnessed such a feat like this.

Ciel has been cooped up in the same house nearly all of his life. He's only been able to look out the window at night, after Tanaka the butler sends him to bed with a cup of milk and some pills. The young hybrid would sit on his window seal, eyes wide and wondrous, gazing out with such longing, at the great beyond. It was heart breaking, really. Now here he is, outside, but faced with real danger.

Danger that he was promised he'd never face.

The man appeared to be a hybrid, like him. But...

More, so. He was tall, around 6'2'', gigantic to his mer 4'7'', with only half of his body visible. The rest, mainly his waist and legs, where covered in sleek black fur. Long, strong looking legs held him up, crooked in an odd shape that one could only label as 'deer' like, but more thick. Like a reindeer. The torso of the man was well toned, dusted in the same raven-black hairs that coated the other parts of him. His neck wasn't to thin or to thick; it was just right.

Oh, but the man's face. Elegant and sharp in angles, eyes narrowed and seductive. As red as the reddest of red wines. Dark red... like dried blood.

It was the perfect imperfection of the black and white world around them.

Ciel's mouth parts, the coldness that froze him to the bone and more caused his lips, red and chilled, to stick together before being pulled apart. Like lovers being separated. The man's nose was black at the bridge, fading into wet and shiny black. A gust of hot smoke leaves his nose with a large, huffing breath. His mouth too opens. Both are silent, staring the other alien down.

The creature moves first.

He brings one seemingly heavy leg up, exposing wide black hooves that are unsheathed from the snow. He places it down in front of him, tilting his head to the side.

And oh... How could have I missed those?

Antlers. Antlers. Huge, elegant, antlers sprouted from the man's head; black with velvet and fuzz. The way the man carries them seemed like they weighted nothing at all, but the movements from the taller, observed by the smaller, seemed like it was a million pounds. They curl backwards, letting room for more little juts of bone to grow. Like branches... but more symmetrical.

The man is walking towards Ciel. In slow, heavy yet graceful movements. As if it didn't want Ciel to run away.

But Ciel was afraid of the man. He had never seen him before, not at party nor window's gaze. Yet, this would be the second time Ciel can remember meting something that was... hybrid. And this man most certainly was.

Before Ciel can comprehend what was happening, he finds the deer man standing right in front of him, bend down at the waist, head tilted in mild curiosity. Ciel is just trying to hold everything in. Not to panic... the real Ciel didn't do that.

And the man lets out another breath of fog through his black nose, and this time Ciel feels it. It's hot, so hot. It feels nice too, as the breath from the deer man graces across his skin gently, creeping bumps on places he never knew he could get bumps.

The man was very well looking, Ciel things. Very well.

What's this funny feeling in my tummy?

But Ciel can't think on it anymore, for the excitement he's experience this night is to much.

He falls into darkness.

But not before two warm arms hewn from moonlight and ash carry him to safety.

,.,.,.,.,.,.,.

A small brush against his left ears causes him to give out a shiver.

It was very warm, a sleepy and till sleeping Ciel finds. He is lying in a warm patch of something soft and fluffy, not minding that sharp yet gentle stick-like objects where jutting into his sides. His nose gives a twitch, as he breaths in sweet honey dew and rose nectar. And something a bit acidic too, like fruit.

Ciel's eyes flutter open gently, eyes still turned back from dreams he doesn't understand. Pupils blown from long sleep. His mouth opens slowly, breath tasting bad from lack of brushing.

His body is feeling well and pleasant. His ears are relaxed, even with the cool breeze that brushes past them, but the intoxicating heat that surounds him is enough to make him stay without hesitation.

But there's a pesky little brush against his ears again.

And a grunt.

In his ear.

Ciel's eyes reopen, pupils struggling to find the source of the disturbance. Bright white light, deep hazel green and colors to make flowers jealous blinded his eyes. The air above him is cold, but a nice hot draft covers him. As well as under him.

Ciel, sadly, didn't have time to process what is happening, or where he is. A blonde boy is distracting him.

Ciel, suddenly aware that he is not home, where it's safe, but rather, he went outside. Against the rules.

And here is is.

The boy above him is a little older, and a little taller. His hair is dirty, either from genes or mud, Ciel couldn't tell. His hair falls across his dirty face, a smudge across his cheek like it was carelessly place there. The other's eyes where light and dirty-water blue, staring down judgmentally at him. Down...?

Ciel looks down at himself, finding himself curls up in a large pile of grass, flowers, feathers, and other nature things. But, it was a comfy bed. And very warm... Ciel sighs out in overwhelm, dropping his head down submissively into the nest. It smelled like blackberries, roses, and just the faintest traces of cinnamon.

A loud, and annoyed huff into his left ear causes him to glare up, angry that this boy is trying to gain his attention, and from the distraction from his concentration.

The boy, he notices now with a more conscious mind, is a lot like the man he met... The man he met yesterday. The man with antlers, and wine red eyes.

But this boy isn't as... exotic. More... animal.

Two little stubs are growing atop this boy's head, pale and baby yellow, marring with his blonde hair. His face says that his angry, or confused. Ciel can't tell which one.

"Where am I?" he demands, tail flickering to the side as he sits up, puffing his chest out in pride. Blue eyes narrow in glare, as he awaits an answer. But the boy only tilts his head to the side. Curious indeed.

The boy is like the man he met earlier, whenever that was. His legs are crooked to, covered in fur of the same shade as his hair. But this Cervidae Hybrid doesn't seem as strong, or as... wise, as the other. Ciel frowns, and starts to feel worried now. Did he not speak English? Maybe so, for the other wasn't even wearing clothes!

"Hmmph," same a sound. Ciel's slate furred ears fly up quicker than a snake ready to attack, as well as his tail. A dark shadow looms over the... entrance?

Ciel takes a quick look around again. His nest, the comfy little nest he was in, was neatly made in a man-made cave. Short trees had been turned forward in a circle, making a small shelter. Atop of the branches where mounts of snow packed down, along with dirt, ice, and grass. Explains why it was cold and warm.

The shadow coming to them has the other Hybrid scared. He has scampered to the entrace of the little shelter, giving Ciel a view of his behind.

The tail was cute, Ciel admits.

Did the man I meet before have a tail like that? Ahh, Ciel mentally scolds himself. Don't think about creepy strangers!

The low gruff sounds again, and the deer boy suddenly gallops away.

The figure stops by the entrance to the shelter. Ciel catches hit breath.

Thick, black furred legs are standing at the entrance.

"Errrmph?" comes a low questioning voice. Or sound? Ciel's ears drop, but he's not sure why. The need to be on his back suddenly races across his mind. He ignores it, though. He suddenly feels like he's being studied, as the legs move and the torso and head of the very man he was thinking about shows.

His face is the same, soft and seductive. Wine eyes land on his small and curled up figure, and Ciel thinks, no believes, that his heart might give out.

He's feeling feelings he's never felt before.

He doesn't really like them.

No, that's a lie.

He does like them. He just won't admit it to himself.

The man's crouched down low, and he's moving in. Ciel freezes, but not because he think's that what he should do.

Ciel has no idea where he is, or how he got here. Mother and father must be worried sick... No, claw that, worried crazy. He would like to run away, but where would he go? Not to mention, a funny feeling is growing in his belly. It's hot and bothersum, and it makes the feline boy dizzy and nausios. He's also feeling very homesick.

He doesn't want to be here...

But he does. If that makes any since.

The man has moved inside the shelter with Ciel, but oddly enought neither are cramped. The man made cave like structure was big enough for the two. As if it was made for then.

The deer man has made himself comfy, placing himself in a half-lay position around the boy. Ciel tries to move away, from trepidation or curdiousness, he doesn't know. But the cinnamon and blackberry scent is much more strong now; as well as dark earth and dew. Ciel's eyes look up to meet the man's, not sure what to do.

Ciel was always a good boy. He'd always listen to his parents, and do what they say. Its the least he can do, right?

This is the kind of situation that Ciel should have enough knowlegde to know that he should run. But, what would happen if he did? This man that lays next to him now looks like he could crush a tree. And outrun a cheetah.

Ciel's eyes land on the man's, blue clashing with red. The same funny feeling grows in his belly.

But, now he wants to do something... Good. Towards the older. He can be a good boy.

What the hell is wrong with me?

The man is looking at him calmly, lulled eyes hidden behind black hair and mild couriosity. Odd.

Ciel turns away, feeling awkward about the situation. But he manages to get some balls, and say something.

"Who are you?" He demands, surprised that his voice cracks a bit. That's never happened before...

But the man tilts his head, a little pout on his lips. Silence and more staring follows.

But then the man moves.

He sits up, leaning back on his left hip. His fur shifts around in the nest, and the heat in the shelter is making Ciels eyes burn. It was so much... But, oddly enough, he wants something else. Ciel just didn't know what.

The man leans in close, shamelessly pressing his wet nose into Ciels neck.

Ciel freezes up, instinct telling him not to move, but mind telling him to push the other away. Instinct rules over.

The deer man sniffs around Ciels neck, sweet in his movements. His nose prods around the young hybrids neck, hot huffs of breath making the smaller's heart skip a beat. Red eyes lift up a bit, tip of a pink tongue exiting his mouth, lapping at the unmarred pale skin. Untouched skin. Ciel can't help but let a unusually strong shiver and whine escape his lips.

And then, just like that, the deer man leans back. But not before giving a small nibble.

Ciel decides that he should deal with this in the morning, or whatever time he gets up again.

It's to much... But for now, he shall sleep.

But not before he is cuddled into strong, toned arms hewn from moonlight and ash.