A/N:Okay... from here on out, its getting friggin intense. So can't handle it, I suggest you go find a sturdy book, and ask someone to Maka-chop you, okay?

~Phantomhive Manor~

Ciel stirred. His head was pounding, and he felt a pain in his ass. "What the fuck happened last night?" he muttered. He opened his eyes slightly to see Sebastian staring at him. The demon smiled.

"Oh good, you're up. For breakfast today, we have two delightful dishes. One is the scones and tea platter. The scones are fresh-baked. Or we have the smoked salmon. Which would you prefer my lord," Sebastian asked.

"I'll have the salmon, with a cup of Earl Grey," Ciel replied. His head was reeling. Why am I naked? Why is there a pain in my ass? And why in hell's name is Sebastian looking tired?!

Several minutes later, Sebastian returned carrying Ciel's breakfast. He placed it on the breakfast tray his young master always ate off of. He turned to go, and felt Ciel pulling him back.

"My lord, not this again…" the demon said, turning around. But instead of lust in Ciel's eyes, there was confusion and anger.

"WHY THE FUCK AM I DRESSED LIKE THIS!? AND WHY ARE YOU SO TIRED!?" Ciel yelled. Sebastian smiled.

"My lord, last night I was ordered to have sex with you. Since I am a butler of the Phantomhive house, I do as my master wishes. And I am not tired. If I was, what sort of butler would I be?" He bowed, and left the room.

SHIT! Did I really give Sebastian that order?! DAMNIT! Ciel thought, as he darkly ate his breakfast. Everything tasted the same to him. It tasted like Sebastian, his member in Ciel's mouth, Ciel desperately sucking, and-

"NO! YOU STUPID IDIOT!" Ciel screamed as he threw the breakfast onto the wall. The china flew towards the walls, bookshelves and the floors and food went everywhere. As always, Sebastian stepped in at the last second and caught everything.

Ciel stood up. "SEBASTIAN! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" he screamed. He slapped the man across his face. Sebastian looked surprised.

"My lord… It was an order… If I disobeyed, what sort of butler would I be?" Sebastian said calmly. Ciel stood, bare naked, full of fury. "My lord, are you quite alright?"

"NO SEBASTIAN I AM NOT FUCKING ALRIG-" Ciel raged, but was cut off mid-sentence by Mey-Rin standing in the doorway.

"GAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Mey-Rin screamed as she caught a quick glimpse of Ciel's manhood. Sebastian stepped in the way quickly.

"Mey-Rin, why is it you're here? It had better be important," Sebastian said, shielding Ciel. Mey-Rin shook her head a couple of times, and handed a telegram to the butler.

"It's a telegram from the Yard, a woman was murdered but no one knows who by! The police don't even have a suspect! The young lord is wanted right away! Oh, and a bit of polish might have rubbed onto the address…" she confessed, blushing. Sebastian shook his head.

"Oh Mey-Rin, whatever shall we do about you," he whispered. The maid turned bright red and ran away. Sebastian turned to Ciel.

"And now young lord, I get you dressed."

~Trancy Manor~

Hannah smiled at the telegram man. "Thank you so much!" she said cheerfully. "Good-bye!" Taking the telegraph from him and closing the doors. Hannah sighed. Claude still wasn't back from wherever he had gone. She stopped and felt her face. It was bruised, as was the rest of her body, and if you put enough pressure onto one spot, it would start to bleed.

I'm taking this telegram to Alois, Hannah reminded herself, and if he needs any help with anything, I'll do it. She walked up the grand staircase, followed by the triplets. She stopped at Alois' door. She knocked on it lightly.

"HANNAH! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT!?" Trancy yelled at her through the door. She slid the telegram under the door.

"You received a telegram, and I brought it up for you," Hannah said as she stood up. She bowed, and walked away, her braid swinging.

Trancy stood up. He walked towards the telegram and carefully picked it up. He opened it and slowly read it.

"YES! I FINALLY GET TO SHOW THAT PRICK OF A PHANTOMHIVE A TRANCY IS BETTER! YES!"

A/N:And we end this thrilling chapter with Alois being, well, Alois. GRELL OUT!