London, United Kingdom. The city was falling asleep, for the most part, but was still lively with the nightcrowd. At this time, a businessman sat in his taxi on his way home, smirking to himself at the ingenious deal that he had just arranged. The FUNTOM toy company marketing department had agreed to take over the planning of the arrangement of the 170th Anniversary event in accordance to the new ideas that the man in the taxi proposed. The pressure was no longer on just the CEO's shoulders, now. He had implemented a strategy to target their market directly. Children do not care about big fancy parties. They care about toys! Thus, the CEO had decided to set things up so that he could invite the children of his guests as well to fully showcase the toys' value. As the man once said:
"To get to the parents you must market to the children." Ciel couldn't believe it, but it in fact took a child to remind him of that.
Once Ciel got home, he was now free to do as he pleased. All he had to do was get his wardrobe arranged for the event, keep in touch with the main office, and wait for the set date to arrive. Thanks to Luka, he had managed to weasel his way out of dealing with all of the troublesome work by increasing the workload to require the team of professionals to simply do it. His smirk grew wider at the thought and he wanted to laugh, but he was already frightening the cabbie in the front seat enough as it is.
By the time he reached the manor, the cab driver was surely convinced that Ciel was in the mafia or something. The massive structure that he called "home" certainly didn't help. Once the taxi was completely gone and out of sight, the Phantomhive began to walk up the steps to the front door, de-aging himself in the process and resuming his usual appearance. After all, the "CEO of FUNTOM" was supposedly "different" person. He raised a hand to knock on the door, but when he brought it down again to hit its wooden surface, it opened and the blonde peeked his head out.
"Ow…" Alois said, rubbing his forehead. It was a gentle bop on the head, but it was still surprising.
"Sorry." Apologized the bluenette after being ushered inside. "I didn't expect you to be there."
"You can sense me, can you?" inquired the menace, taking Ciel's coat. He was still in his butler uniform, which had been dried just a little while after the bluenette had left. The game was still on, after all, though, admittedly, he spent a lot of the time while Ciel was out not working in the slightest. He had been when the bluenette came up, though, which is why his blonde locks were still pulled back out of his face. The whole get-up on altogether really made Alois seem like a butler. Now, that simply wouldn't do for the Phantomhive. "We still have our contracts, you know."
"I was thinking about how I just got out of having to do the work for the FUNTOM event." Ciel answered, following the blonde as he trekked upstairs to put the bluenette's coat back in his office where he usually leaves it. "Now I can focus on vampires."
He paused, eyeing the menace's exposed neck as the other man was about to open the office door. Without any warning whatsoever, the Phantomhive reached out, wrapping his arms around the man's waist and gently nibbling at his neck from behind. He smirked into the blonde's skin as Alois uttered a small gasp.
"…And on cute blondes." Ciel added flirtatiously, noting how his lover blushed all the way up to his ears. It took a few seconds, but the menace finally managed to clear his throat and open the door. He walked inside, escaping the bluenette's grasp momentarily before putting the other man's coat on the coatrack in the corner.
"That's hardly an appropriate way to act toward a servant, 'sir'." Alois stated, placing his hands on his hips as he turned to face the Phantomhive. To that his beau simply scoffed before taking a seat on one of the couches.
"Had this been one-hundred years ago, that could have been debatable, but now you can get in serious trouble for treating the staff however you like." The bluenette answered. "Such a shame."
"Is this why you were so eager to leave? Am I a distraction, 'master'?"
"Very much so, I'm ashamed to say."
"The question was rhetorical." Alois stated, smirking at the Phantomhive. "I already knew the answer from your earlier actions."
"I did nothing…" argued the watchdog, averting his eye.
"Really? I heard you were completely out of it at breakfast with a lewd expression on your face."
"Did Sebastian or Revy tell you that?"
"Revy. Sebastian said that you couldn't stop drooling in the kitchen."
"So he saw that…" Ciel groaned, rubbing his forehead.
"Nah, I don't really know. I lied. Sebastian didn't say anything." The blonde grinned. "But you were watching, though?"
"Are you trying to toy with me?"
"I'm not 'trying'. I'm 'succeeding'."
"How dare you make a mockery of your 'master'?" demanded the bluenette.
"I thought it would make things easier for you, since you're obviously just dying for an excuse to 'punish' me." Alois jested, leaning on the back of the couch that sat just opposite to the Phantomhive, causing the man to furrow his brow.
"You would probably enjoy it, though, so it wouldn't be much of one."
"My mistake, I thought I was merely complying with my master's wishes." Alois stated with a small bow. Now, yet another sinister expression graced the Phantomhive's features.
"In that case, come here." He instructed, holding a hand out to the temporary butler. With an amused expression, the blonde heeded the man's request, only to let out a small yelp when he was pulled into Ciel's lap. His face turned completely red as the bluenette began to kiss his neck again.
"You're going to have to take responsibility for making me act his way." The Phantomhive hummed, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's waist.
"I didn't make you do anything." Protested the blonde. "You're responsible for your own actions!"
"I'm not the one wearing the butler uniform, though."
"But you're the one who made me wear it!"
"I'm sorry." Ciel replied. He reached a hand up and loosened the blonde's tie before undoing the top two buttons of his shirt. Now he had even better access. "I forgot how I get when I see you looking especially attractive." He paused to kiss up the blonde's neck again.
"The ponytail is a nice touch." The bluenette added. "Now I can even reach your ears." He whispered before licking the shell of the sensory organ. He smirked as the man in his arms uttered another gasp and took that as an invitation to nibble on his ear.
"Y-you're awful…" Alois accused, trying to regain the upper-hand. "I didn't know you had a butler-fetish, Ciel."
"Hmm… I don't think I do." Answered the watchdog, reaching a hand up behind the blonde's head to tug at the man's hair-tie. He pulled back as the menace's fair-hair fell back in its usual fashion. With the same hand, he tangled his fingers into the flaxen lock and brought Alois' face closer. "I think I like you a lot better as a boyfriend than a butler."
"Likewise." Stated the menace as he kissed his beau. "I'm not really into the whole master-servant thing." His arms made their way around the other man's neck as he shifted in Ciel's lap to get more comfortable. He smiled into the kiss as his boyfriend groaned lowly at the movement. Just then, the phone rang.
"Son of a fuck…" the blonde uttered as they parted, glaring in the general direction of the device. He knew it was probably important, since it was the work phone, but he really didn't want to get out of the bluenette's lap right then.
With a sigh, Ciel simply sat there for a moment, listening to the phone ring. He didn't want to separate himself from the menace, either, but when duty calls, he simply cannot ignore it. It was most likely FUNTOM-related. Thus, he moved his arms so that they could support the blonde and simply picked Alois up and carried him over to the desk, causing his beau to giggle. They both plopped down in the large chair behind the desk before the bluenette finally leaned over and answered the call.
"Phantomhive." He greeted once the phone was up to his ear. He leaned back and played with Alois' hair as he waited for the person on the other end to speak.
"Ciel, it's Integra." Answered the voice on the other end. Whatever the head of the H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. organization was calling for, just from the tone of the woman's voice, the Phantomhive knew it couldn't be good.
"Did you find any developments in the 'Graffiti' case?" the gentleman asked, trying to fit together what the woman could need. The answer was far worse.
"No. It's August." Sir Hellsing replied. "She's gone."
August Remy was a lesser demon that Ciel had acquired during the Black Annis raid. When he first met her, she was a full demon, sadistic and cruel, but when he saw her again after he supposedly killed her, she became docile. She was curious, friendly, and loyal to her new master who has "kind" enough to give her a name. August was sent to work for H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G; as they didn't want the lesser demon around Luka and Revy. While Jonnathan, another demon whom they acquired, stayed with agent Heinrich Strumer, August stayed within the basement of the H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. estate along with the rest of their supernatural operatives. Now, she was gone?
"She's dead?" Ciel asked, unsure of where this was going.
"No. Disappeared." The woman replied. "Remy left the base on a mission with a squad, only to disappear in the midst of battle. The rest of the squad came back and reported this. We haven't seen her since."
"Do you want me to try to locate her?"
"No." Integra stated. The woman seemed quite fond of that word that evening. "I have Seras working on that. I need you to work on the Graffiti case again. You're the only one who can talk to your informant, after all. We've located their hideout and are debating on what action needs to be taken next. You'll be on our call-list."
"Alright." Said Ciel, continuing to play with his beau's hair as he conversed. "I'll be ready if you need me."
"Good. As for you, Macken, who I know is listening in, you're still not allowed to work on this case." The Hellsing said, prompting the menace's attention. Alois leaned in to talk into the phone as well.
"No fair!" he accused. "I'm Ciel's assistant!"
"Stop joking. It's perfectly reasonable and you know it." Spoke Integra on the other end of the line.
"Yeah, I know. I just feel left out."
"If we can get more information on what goes on in there, I might reconsider, but until then, it's a definite 'no'."
"Fiiiinnneee." Groaned the menace, pulling away from the phone to rest his forehead on the bluenette's free shoulder. Much to the Phantomhive's dismay, Alois began tracing random patterns on his chest before reaching up to undo the man's tie.
"Is there anything else?" asked Ciel, doing his very best not to sound distracted. "If you need any help with August, too, let me know and I'll do what I can."
"Will do. That will be all, your mind is obviously elsewhere." Sir Hellsing answered. "I'm sorry for interrupting."
"Wait, that's not-!" before Ciel could fabricate an excuse, his relative had already hung up. With a sigh, he leaned over and put the phone back on the receiver before leaning back and wrapping his arm back around his beau.
"I hate you." He said, causing the blonde to laugh.
"Don't worry, she probably thinks I was just messing with you while you were on the phone, and technically, that is what I was doing." Alois replied. He leaned in to kiss the bluenette on the cheek. "Oh, and I love you, too."
"And you say I'm the horrible one."
"You're the one who tried to seduce me in the first place." Pointed out the menace. "And you can't blame the suit because you're the one who made me wear it."
"Why is it that you always find a way to back me into a corner?" inquired the bluenette.
"I'm just pointing out the facts, here, Poochie." Alois pecked the other man on the lips. "You're a pervert. Accept it. Embrace it! Make it your own."
"I didn't used to be a pervert until you came along." Ciel stated, helping the blonde remove his tailcoat while shifting in the Phantomhive's lap so that he was straddling the man. Once that part of the uniform was on the floor, Alois wrapped his arms back around his lover's neck before touching their foreheads together.
"Now that, I have no evidence to either deny or support, so consider yourself lucky this time."
A/N: Last Butler!Alois chapter. I PROMISE.
Just blatant fanservice. I'm not sorry.
Okay, maybe I am a little bit...
But at least there was a little bit of plot! That's exciting!
Did we do anything else in this chapter? Wow... That's... kind of disappointing, really...
NEEDS MORE MURDER.
I miss murder, and action, and shit going down. I need to crush you all a bit again, don't I?
Questions?
"Hate-senpai, do you plan on bringing Claude or anyone else from Kuro into DLTP?" by Vannaluv
I don't really know, but definitely NOT Claude. A soul pierced by the Lævateinn is destroyed completely, so it's impossible to bring him back. As for everyone else, I can't say for certain. Depends on where this goes.
I do think it would be funny for Lizzie to show up and see Ciel and Alois making out. I don't think she'd be angry, but just really, really, really confused.
Her cousin and former fiance... passionately snogging... with a man... How scandalous.
"do you have Wattpad?" by I'm just a person now read 66
I'm not entirely sure what that is, to be honest.
Until the next chapter, my duckies~!
CHARACTER SHET
Quesstion: "To Sister Dorothy: So exactly how long have you known Ciel? Also what's your impression of Sebastian? Did you know he once did the "you know what" with a nun?" by NessaTheSinner
Sister Dorothy's Answer:"I've known them for about thirty years or so, but there's a lot that I still don't know about them! It was only recently that I saw Sir Phantomhive smile genuinely for the first time. Mister Michaelis is charming, but somehow sinister at the same time. And excuse me?"
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Question: "For Amelie - do other supernaturals try to flirt with Charlotte? Any particular flirts you despise?" by RapunzelInTheSnow
Amelie's Answer: "Non, mostly humans on the base. The supernaturals are either heterosexual women, in a relationship, or just not not shitheads."
