I want to thank all you guys support for this story. I honestly didn't think it make it this far. Also to Moonloonstar for the help.

Tristan taped his pen on his work desk, Math wasn't his best subject. As he thought he mind wondered, Aunt Vlad's and Uncle Frances fifteenth birthday recently passed. He over heard Uriel wanting Vlad to become pregnant before her sixteenth birthday, said he had something special planned. What bothered the young blonde was Ciel, he was resisting Aunt Vlad's lust rather well. Aunt Vlad was different from Ciel he supposed, though must men wouldn't resist the way he does.

Aunt Vlad was known to give in to what her body was telling her, even if others told her not to. Like when she takes medicine when she's sick, Uriel strongly was against most medicines and forbid her from using them. Depending on what it was she might give two wits.

Ciel wasn't like that at all, from what Tristan understood from the manga he read of Ciel, he hated being sick and often refused treatment. Sebastian would force him to stay in bed, despite the protests.

Aunt Vlad was a zany girl, who will kill you without trying to, is a touchy feely kind of person. She enjoyed hugs, kisses, games, and generally living as a child even though she should be maturing.

Ciel, is collected young man, who tried his best to manipulate those around him for his own reasons, hated to be touched, abhorred being viewed as a child, and was disgusted with the idea of trying to fool himself into thinking he could still be a happy young boy.

The only thing they shared was a love of each other, and a hate for their enemies. It concerned Tristan, Damion really did like Ciel and Vlad taking the roles of their parents. How long could they stay together if they really had nothing similar.

Aunt Vlad lives in the moment and doesn't think before acting, Ciel liked thinking everything through and preferred thinking his actions through.

Non of this should be working, they shouldn't work at all! How come it was though? His parents... His parents where opposites and they had fought quite a bit before his father passed.

"Tristan, is something wrong?" Miss. Brighton asked.

Tristan his head, "No ma'am sorry."


Uriel paced around his home, Vlad and Ciel are close but the stubborn male refuses to break. It wasn't that he didn't desire Vlad no that was clear, just the way he looked at her he could tell he was head over heels for her.

It was the way his eye shined, like the way Vlad's light up when she was smiling, but he lips stayed in one place.

The 'King' sunk his razor sharp teeth into the mutton he was carrying, he really needed to stop eating when he was distressed.

"Will you stop that infuriating pacing?" Frances closed his book harsh glaring at the creature.

"B-but How are you not stressed? If Vlad isn't pregnant by her sixteenth birthday you know what will happen? Do you want that to happen?!" Uriel waved his meat at the sitting boy, before he took another bite of the amazing mutton. "Mmmm Mutton..."

Frances sighed, "Uriel, she just turned fifteen , in fact the closer to her sixteenth birthday she gets the better it is for everyone."

Uriel gripped his hair, "HOW IS IT BETTER?"

"No one will be attached." Frances looked over at the window, the sun was setting.

"You humans." Uriel scoffed, it was just a child, the all die.

"Fine, let's put it this way, how would you feel if you had Vlad around all the time? Then She was suddenly gone. She didn't exist. How would you feel" Frances challenged the older man.

"Don't say suck ridicules things. When she turns sixteen the deal will be complete and she will never have to part from me again." Uriel nibbled his Mutton.

Truth was he'd feel sad, and depressed, nothing not even Mutton would help him. Vlad was there for him when he was losing himself to the stubborn darkness, if she was gone then all is left is that creature. Even though that creature will eventually mean the same to him as his 'queen' it wouldn't be the same.

How could it ever be the same if he lost the first person to accept what he truly was?

"You better know what you are doing, Uriel." A black haired man said from next to Frances.

Uriel merely glanced at the winged person, "I know exactly what I am doing Gabriel. Just take what you came here for and leave. I need to stroke my mutton."

Gabriel gave him a confused look, "Stroke you meat? If you say so." The buff man picked up a bag and walked over to the window.

"Oh, By the way, you and your gremlins reward will appear soon. We have to double check things once more before you receive it." with that the white winged fellow flew off.

Uriel strode out of the room, time to read Body buddy.

Overall, he needed a little help stroking his 'mutton', though he wished he had some to eat his 'mutton' the same way Vladi did to Ciel.