A/N: Ello dar~ Kinda short chapter, but it's just a filler for what is to come. And for anyone who is worried about the 'mpreg'. I know I didn't mention that warning in the summary or beginning, and I've had people ask me if it will be there. In a sense, yes, but I didn't say 'mpreg', because Ciel isn't 100% male, ya know? And the whole egg thing… But, it's a bit complicated… That's why I said Alien Reproduction!

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Sebastian felt a small slab of patience inside of him snap. But he did keep his mask on.

He knew there would be some complications with Ciel and Levi, but the thought had seemed mundane and simple. The shocked faces on Levi's minions is enough to change my opinion. Levi, of course, is as stoic as a brick.

The smaller man tilts his head, observing the creature that is rightfully mine. Sebastian had to bite the inside of his cheeks to keep himself from pulling the other's eyes out.

Ciel on the other hand, doesn't look as pleased either. He stands near his mate, practically glued to his side, where he belongs, Sebastian thinks. Ciel's face is hard, eyebrows narrowed down in a glare. His little gray nose is also scrunched up.

In that fleeting moment Sebastian spent observing the glare and stoic stare, the movement of a black metal catches his eye. Unfortunately, he was to focused on trying not to hide Ciel behind him and not rip Levi's face off to notice.

The two minions behind the smaller males drew their guns; shaky yet a swift motion. Minion #1's teeth were bared with aggression, and muscles taunt. His gun was a Springfield XD, the raven observes on a sidenote. The air was sticky with the mix of emotions, and the weight of the need to protect what was his was overwhelming. Adrenaline was not far behind, and once more proved to be Sebastian's best friend.

A quick shift in his knees, a leap controlled by hips, and a smooth kick to Minion #1's ankle was all he needed. The gun in Minion #1's handgun fell with a thud, along with the boom of his body hitting the floor. Minion #2 didn't have time to react as the ringmaster's hand collided with his cheek bone, his own gun falling.

"Aaah!" said one of them. Sebastian didn't want to know, or did he really care, as he calmly walked back to Ciel's side. And to the raven's pleasure, he scoots a bit closer; burying his face into a toned torso.

"What the hell, Auro!" Levi's voice breaks the sudden chaos, barely turning his head to see the two behind him.

"What was I supposed to do!?" 'Auro' shouts, a hand to his mouth. In the process, it seems, he bit his tongue.

"Stay as still like you gotta shit," The grunt came, before the voicer turns back to the odd pair. He only had to bend down a inch to meet Ciel face to face.

"So, brat; what'd ya do?"

"W-what? What did I do!?" Ciel suddenly spats, stepping back a bit until his body is half hidden by his elder. Sebastian stands still, watching this scene play out. He had relaxed a bit; hurting Minion #1 and 2 had helped, as well as the revelation that Levi isn't a threat to Ciel.

"This mother fucking here only calls me to clean up," The smaller man says, jerking his chin towards the man in question, "What. Did. You. Do." he says as slowly as possible, his eyes dark, bagged, wide and emotionless.

"I didn't do anything!" Ciel hisses, his upper lip raised, canines exposed. And, like Sebastian expected, they extended into very… Water Deer like fangs. Levi stays as still as a oak. A very short oak. Not even bothered. Or cares, really.

Auro and Minion #2 made side comments, trying to size each other up; to see who was more afraid of the tall raven's little beauty here.

"He's right," The wine-eyed man steps in, voice low and calculating. As he wanted. Levi looks up at him, eyebrow quirked. A small voice in the back of the teller's mind laughs at how small this man is. But he hide it. Sebastian has known him for most of his adult life.

"Sialku here isn't human, as you've noticed," He say, sending a death-worthy glare to the two men behind Levi, "and this fact was not old. He had arrived here on Earth in Funtom's wood around a month or two ago. His presents there had riled up some people of… lower power," Sebastian says, eyes dark and low.

Levi only has to give one glance at the other man to know what the hidden meaning was. But no comment was spoken as Sebastian continues.

"A reward of sorts was sent out in the marketplace, reaching five thousand for anyone who finds him alive, and one thousand if dead,"

"Five thousand?" Minion #2 gapes. Money was hard to gain these days. The maffia was not out of the ball part with that one, sadly. Levi looks back with a stare, not glaring or frowning. Just a… horror movie winning stare. It shuts him up.

"But you got to it first?" Levi asks, looking back at the ringmaster. Sebastian just smirks crookedly. Ciel makes a small growl, even spatting out 'I'm not an it!'. But it went unnoticed to the business doers.

"I found him nine days ago, to be exact."

"Hmm,"

"As of two days ago, he had never been in the public eye. My very own crew has only known of his existence for five days,"

"And as of two days ago?"

"He appeared in the wild cat's act,"

"Public show?"

"Yes, that is correct,"

"And was it advertised?" The question that Levi asked could have two meanings. One, he was asking if the show itself was advertised. Two, was Ciel advertised.

"My circus was announced to the nearby towns a while ago, but no one knew of Ciel before the show,"

"No one?"

"No one but my crew knew of him before then,"

"So what the fuck are you trying to tell me?"

Aah yes, Sebastian thinks with a sinister laugh. He never told them why he called originally.

"My trailer, as of the day of the show and not many hours after, was set on fire. A… friendly little note was given to me,"

"What'd it say?"

"That I had to give up 'it', or rather displeasing consequences would be given,"

Levi stood there, eyes now narrowed slightly in thought. Ciel shuffles on the floor, deciding to play with the loose fabric of Sebastian's dress shirt. After a while of uncomfortable silence to everyone but Sebastian and Levi, Ciel speaks.

"Are we going to do something?"

"No," Levi says. Ciel nearly chokes on his own tongue. Sebastian stands calmly, arms by his sides.

"Levi here will talk to a friend of his in another… department. But otherwise, we'll have to wait until something else happens," Sebastian says.

He and Levi were not strangers, that was for sure. And close 'acquaintances' can start to read or predict the other's mind. In the past, sadly, the two have come across more than a few risky situations. Whether it was to 'clean-up' or get rid of some worthless vermin, the two had grown to get accustomed to how the other's brain works. Sebastian's current hobby would send him into the jail house faster than one could say 'not guilty due to insanity'. And what better protection could one have besides the Maffia itself? Of course, Levi was the Maffia, (hell, Levi himself didn't know exactly who was on top), and was practically king over all of Alaska and half of Canada (half because a shit-load of Canada was just snow, snow, and more snow). Cleaning up a maimed whore or two wasn't a problem. The wine-eyed raven's price for protection and a public mask was to help this short little man before him now. And that help was mostly psychological insight. More times than one thinks, someone will 'snap'. 'Snapping' could mean a lot of things, whether it is a newbie serial killer, or a vigilante for all the wrong reasons. If the person wasn't a threat to the Underworld, they could care less. If it did, swift and silent 'justice' would be demanded. Now, Levi's reason to call Sebastian on these occasions was to understand some newbie psycho or sociopath on the loss. Sometimes if this 'newbie' got out of hand for unknown reasons, Sebastian would be called in by 'his good ol' friend' Levi, only to give insight into how they think. A shitty version of Hannibal, so to speak.

"Wait?" Ciel echos, walking out from behind the taller male. He glares at Levi, who stares stoically back.

"Yes, brat. Are your damn ears not big enough?" Ciel only pouts. Sebastian, giving a small smile of pity, gives comfort.

"The evidence was burnt away, so unless this person or persons does something again, there isn't much we can do,"

"We'll look into it," Levi says, after a moment or two.

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"What the fuck is that?!" was the first thing that graced Ciel's feline ears as they entered the underground building. It was musty on the outside, and the scariest people walked the streets here. Night had fallen, and stars faintly twinkled in the distance. Street lamps had given little light though, as they -Ciel, his mate, and Levi and the men who followed him like some sick puppies- drove into a secret underground passageway.

Levi, or as Sebastian had called the short male, was head of the Alaskan and Canadian 'Maffia'. Apparently it was a big deal, like a king or something. But from the tiny, almost meaningless conversations that was thrown around that night, Ciel deduced that it was a job that gave power, but had to be kept with power.

The room service had come shortly after, and the humans ate while Ciel just sat idly by watching, even taking a moment to pee. After a quick pack up and one-sided comments, the four humans and extraterrestrial had left the motel quickly. Packing up his mate's car and hoping in, they followed Levi's car to this… place.

And so far, Ciel didn't really like it. Outside, the place looked as friendly as a starving roughtinling. But inside, it actually looked okay.

Inside, the place was white and clean beyond belief. A very sharp, acidic smell had clogged Ciel's nose the moment they got out of the vehicles. The floor was tile, white, and so bright it burned the back of his eyes.

The second thing Ciel notes, is that everyone was expecting then. More specifically, waiting for Levi and his followers. The flock of people dressed like they're ready for war paused before going to greet their commander. Ciel and his mate stepped out of their own vehicle after, and the pre-teen's fussing over Sebastian trying to pull the black cloak over him caused everyone else to look at them.

Ciel will have to get use to his reaction.

"Everyone lower their damn guns!" Levi snapped, but his face remained dead. Despite the crowd's obvious want to destroy the strange little hybrid beside their mutual circus friend, they listened.

"Now everybody listen the fuck up," he starts, walking over to Ciel and his mate. "This is Sialku (Not wanting to get randomly ordered around, Ciel gave them his previous name [it would have no effect on him]), and you are to protect him as much as you do Michaelis and his carnival. Got it?"

"Yeah," the crowd mumbles, before breaking apart. Sebastian put a hand on the smaller's shoulder, making Ciel look up with questioning eyes. The events happening today were enough to make him forget about his carnal wants.

"Come on," Levi mumbles, as his two larger followers go off to the crowd, as he leads the two outsiders to a little room in the back.

The room was small, but not terrible. Maybe a little bigger than the ringmaster's RV bedroom. The bed was simple, queen like usual. The covers were a simple gray, but the pillows were a surprising shade of spring yellow.

"You'll be staying here for tonight," The shorter man says, as Sebastian pulls of Ciel's cloak the moment the door shuts. Levi ignores the struggle between the two.

"Erwin won't be happen once I call him. The damn American economy had run him dry,"

"Ah, yes. How is Erwin fairing?" Sebastian asks as simply as if talking about weather. Even though he was practically wrestling with the younger being.

"You can shove your manors up your ass, Michaelis," Levi grunts. Sebastian chuckles, whispering to his little love that that was Levi's way of saying 'Erwin' was alright.

"Very good, then," Sebastian says, pulling the cloak -finally!- off of Ciel. Fur was puffed out from agitation and electricity.

Levi, causing both other person in the room to pause, makes a weird snorting/choking sound. But before the little one can look, the door opens and shuts; leaving them both alone.

"Sebastian?" Ciel asks, as he sits on the bed, watching his mate take his own shirt off as well. "Yes, my little Lord?"

"Are we going to be okay?"

This question makes the elder pause, and Ciel forces himself not to pout. Luckily Sebastian's next moves calm him.

"I'll demition anything that tries to take you away from me… or vise versa," the wine-eyed man says, creeping up behind his young mate, kissing the top of his head. Ciel sighs, allowing the small display of affection to be given.

"You better, or you can kiss my furry ass good bye," he chuckles, before floping down onto the bed. He was tired. A nap would be good.

"Heh," Sebastian hums in reply, placing a few more kisses down the pre-teen; starting at the top of his head, and slowly down to his face and torso. So, very slowly. Ciel let out soft puffs of contentment, glad to be 'safe' with his mate. The submissiveness of him was happy, letting the elder worship his body.

"Sebastian?" he asks, the second time that day, voice slow and sleepy.

"Yes, my little Lord?" The raven chuckles as he replies. Sebastian's voice is strong, letting Ciel know that he wasn't tired.

"You better get us out of this… that's an order,"

"Yes… my Lord,"

A/N: I know, short, right? But, hang in there! Next chapter should be fatter than a KFC lovin' dude who hangs out in his mommi's basement. Next update should be 'Show Me Like It Is'!