Hellsing Manor; the place of residence of the Hellsing family, and base of operations for Her royal England Legions of Legitimate Supernatural and Immortal Night Guard, or "H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G." for short. The organization's purpose is to protect and defend everything within the borders of the United Kingdom as well as the crown from any and all supernatural threats with the weaponry and knowledge that they have gained throughout over a century of work. In addition, they regulate the activity ordinary supernatural beings by providing them housing in a special zone within the city that was previously a condemned section of buildings set for demolition. After purchasing it, they gave it to the supernaturals to use so long as they follow H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G.'s rules. That said, there has been rumour that those rules have been broken, and that is what brought the demonic duo to the estate on this day.

While Alois was banned from doing any fieldwork on this case, he could still participate in the planning and research phase, which was one reason why he was accompanying the Phantomhive on this trip. The other was that Ciel needed someone to drive him. Today could possibly be a bit awkward, seeing as though Sir Hellsing had interrupted them in flagrante delicto and seemingly had caught on to it. A sigh escaped the bluenette's lips as their Mercedes pulled up to the imposing estate.

Much to the Phantomhive's annoyance, it was far bigger than his own estate. It was massive, as it housed both the base and the Hellsing manor itself. The blonde accompanying Ciel simply rolled his eyes as he noticed the faint bruising of his beau's ego, stepping out of the car as he did so.

"So, what's the plan?" asked Alois, walking beside the bluenette toward the manor. "We talk about the Graffiti case, and make up an excuse for whatever yesterday?"

"Hopefully, she won't bring that up." The watchdog replied. "They've already located the location of the auction as well as their base of operations, thanks to the information we got from Baldassare. Now, we just need to figure out how we go about this."

"You mean how you will go about this." Corrected the menace, knocking on the front door.

"Are you still upset about that? She only banned you because she didn't want you to relive your trauma."

"But Cieeeellll, I wanna play too!"

"It's not a game, Jim. I actually agree with her." The bluenette stated. "You've made an extraordinary amount of progress, but it's not worth it to throw yourself into something that you know could possibly trigger you."

"I know, I know. I'm sorry." Alois replied, knocking on the door again.

"Don't be. I know how you are. Just take it easy for now, alright?"

"Fine." The blonde said, about to knock again when the door opened. Before he could even register who opened it, he was nearly assaulted by a certain excitable werewolf.

"Blondie!" called Amelie, hugging the menace with a toothy grin. Alois hugged her back, picking her up off the ground.

"Amelie!" he called back. "It's good to see you! How are you?"

"Good." The wolf-girl answered, letting go of the man. She looked up at him and pouted. "Too tall."

"What?!"

"Stop being tall!" barked Amelie, gently hitting the blonde's chest with her fist.

"Why? Charlotte is tall and you fancy her." Alois pointed out, simply letting her do whatever. With those words, however, she paused for a moment, a small blush appearing on her face. Suddenly, she picked her pace back up, hitting the menace a bit faster and harder.

"Charlotte is Charlotte! You are you!" she declared.

"Ow! That hurts!" her friend replied. "Easy on the chesticles. Did I hit a nerve or something?" Alois gawked as the werewolf turned around and leaned against the doorframe, sliding down it until she was sitting on her knees. Ciel shook his head.

"Good job. You broke our escort inside." The Phantomhive remarked, earning a mean face from his beau. He then turned to the wolf-girl. "Amélie, ce qui ne va pas avec vous?"

"Oh, you're speaking frog again…" Alois mused, only to be growled at by Amelie. After that, she turned around to face the wall again.

"C'est trop embarrassant ..." she said, much to the confusion of the menace. He looked to his beau for a translation.

"She says 'It's too embarrassing'." Ciel quoted. Alois furrowed his brow and was about to protest when a certain vampire walked up.

"Amelie, have you shown them in yet?" Charlotte called from inside. Immediately, Amelie scooted away from the door before pouncing on the Phantomhive lad. She wrapped her legs around his torso and used them to bind his arms. With one hand on Ciel's shoulder, she placed her index finger up to his lips to indicate that he needed to be quiet.

"Je veux faire ma femme Charlotte." She whispered.

"If you tell her, I'll kill you." She added before releasing the man.

There was a massive conflict in feeling about what just happened. Ciel was embarrassed and confused amoung other things. Alois looked at him expectantly, wanting to know what the girl had said, but given the fact that Charlotte was now standing in the doorway, Ciel chose to tell him later.

"What are you doing?" the vampire asked.

"Nothing." Answered Amelie with absolutely zero persuasive power. The other girl simply sighed, marking it off as more of the werewolf's strange behaviour. Amelie had been acting even stranger than usual, but the vampire simply wasn't able to get anything out of her. With a yawn, Charlotte took over.

"Well, come on in, Sir Integra's expecting you." She said, ushering the group inside. The demons followed her, soon tailed by Amelie as well, who simply glared daggers at the back of the bluenette's head.

"You're up early, Charlotte." Noted the blonde, earning a small nod from the taller girl.

"Seras usually stays up, but she's busy." The vampire said. "She's tracking August, right now, but she'll probably be going to bed soon."

"Yeah, I heard about that. What's her damage, anyway?" Alois inquired.

"I don't really know. August was always really shy while she was here. She was nice."

"That's… really fucked up, actually." The man stated, recalling what the demoness was like when he encountered her last. She tried to kill Ciel, Audrey, and himself after killing her contractee. She was murderous.

His thoughts were brought to a halt as the group stopped in front of a large door at the end of the hall. Charlotte raised an arm to knock on it, alerting the Hellsing woman of their presence. To their surprise, the door was opened for them by miss Seras Victoria.

"Hello." The older-looking vampire greeted. "I just got done talking to her, so go on in." Seras stepped to the side, allowing the two demons to pass while the two girls stayed in the hallway. She then joined her coworkers as they collectively made their way down to their respective rooms beneath the manner, chatting along the way. With that, the door shut again, leaving the demonic duo alone with the Hellsing woman in her office.

The room was far bigger than that of the Phantomhive's, but also emptier and smelled like cigar smoke. It was as though the room was designed with the sole intent of being intimidating. Regardless, the two gentlemen took a seat in the two chairs that sat in front of the woman's desk. Quickly, Integra finished what she was writing and looked up at the two.

"Hello." She greeted simply. "I'm sorry, but I'm not one for small talk, so why don't we get started?"

"It's a good thing neither of us are particularly sociable." The bluenette replied. "So what options are one the table?"

"First thing's first; we need to secure the people who have been abducted and put up for auction." Integra said. "We could simply raid the place, but the captives might be injured in the process."

"Espionage?" suggested Alois. He was joking, but the two nobles seemed interested.

"That's a good start." Integra said. "We could get close to the operation, free the captives, and then we could have a team go in and remove the threat. The only problem is that we don't have a way in."

"I might know someone, actually…" the Phantomhive said. "That 'informant' of mine is a pretty high-profile vampire. He could probably get us in."

"Wait, wait, we're really considering this?!" asked the Macken in disbelief. The other two simply looked at him for a moment and collectively said:

"Yes."

Alois shuddered. "You two are creepy when you get along." He stated. "We're seriously not gonna let wittle babyface go in there by himself and trust him to get the job done, are we?"

"Of course not." The Hellsing woman replied. "We have Charlotte and Amelie. I would like Ciel to go as well, given the fact that those two aren't exactly capable of handling the situation either."

"There's another problem with that." Ciel interjected. "I'm pretty high-profile, as well. I'll be spotted in a second."

"Not if you shape-shift."

"I'm not a vampire, either." To that argument, Integra simply smiled her usual haughty grin.

"No, but there is a way that we can trick them into thinking you areone." She said. Ciel frowned.

"I don't think I'm going to like where this is going, am I?" he asked.

"Most likely not, but it's all we have, for now." The woman replied. "Unless, of course, we come up with an alternative plan."

"Which would be?"

"We would have to find a way to locate the abducted people and rescue them before the auction."

"I could probably find a list of recent missing persons from the Yard." Ciel suggested. "From there, though…"

"Pfft-!" interrupted Alois as air escaped him. He was trying to hold in a laugh, much to the confusion of the others.

"What is it?" asked Integra.

"Nothing, nothing. It's stupid." The menace replied. "I just thought about how we could just use Amelie as a search-hound."

"That's not ridiculous, she does that all the time for us." Hellsing said.

"Are you serious?!"

"Yes. We use Amelie to track vampires all the time." The woman stated. "Her sense of smell is more powerful and much more reliable than our 'ordinary' hounds, and much easier to get to cooperate and to communicate with."

"So we're seriously going with that?" Alois inquired.

"Might as well give it a try." Answered his beau. "If we can't locate them in time, we'll use the espionage idea as 'Plan B'."

"Sounds good." Integra stated. "We can have other teams assist you with ordinary dogs, if you'd like."

"That would probably be a good idea, as well. We don't know if they're all in the same place, after all." Ciel replied. He then stood up and straightened his clothes. "I can get you the information on the recent missing persons in a day or so."

"Then that settles it, then." Spoke the Hellsing woman, leaning back in her chair. "That was a very quick decision."

"Having Jim around helps." The bluenette answered, reaching down and ruffling his boyfriend's hair. "Even if they come out as off-handed comments, he can make observations that I can't."

"It's my lack of filter, probably." Stated the menace, swatting at the Phantomhive's hand before making an attempt to fix his appearance. "I'm very boorish, in case you haven't noticed."

"Not at all. You're an excellent help, Macken." Integra replied. "Why, it would even appear that Ciel's productivity has gone up since you've joined us."

"Whelp, I guess I just make up for the stuff that Poochie's not good at." Alois said, standing up and patting the bluenette on the back. "Like social interaction, probably."

"Most likely." The woman answered with a smile.

"Speaking of which, I was hoping to invite you to the FUNTOM event, Integra. I was wondering if it was safe to assume that you were going to skip out, though." The Phantomhive said.

"Thanks, but I'll pass." Replied Integra. "I'm not partial to parties, myself, but I appreciate your consideration."

"That's what I thought." Ciel said with a smile. "I suppose we'll be leaving then."

"Very well. Good luck with FUNTOM." Sir Hellsing replied. She paused momentarily before adding: "By the way, I'm sorry for interrupting you two the other day." She tried not to smirk as the Phantomhive froze, a blush staining his cheeks. He turned around to face the woman, furrowing his brows while he pointed a finger at her.

"We weren't doing anything!" He indignantly fibbed. His reaction only made the woman even more amused.

"Is that so? My mistake. It would appear that I have jumped to a rather obscene assumption based on the data you and agent Macken gave to the research team."

"You… you read that?" Ciel asked, his blush only darkening. He and his beau had been interviewed about their sexual activity to be added to the organization's data on demons and the various subcategories of them.

"Of course. It's my job to know everything about the supernatural." Integra jabbed at the man. "Truly, lust is a sin…"

"Indeed." Said Alois in agreeance. "But still, you are obviously wrong in your assumption about what happened. I was merely pestering Ciel the way I always do. It's funny to see how long I can poke at his nerves before he gets annoyed."

"I see…" the woman said, arching an eyebrow.

"Yes." Stated the menace. "Besides, had we been engaging in sinful acts, we would not have been able to stop until the ritual has been completed!"

"Wait, what?!" demanded Ciel, a look of embarrassment and confusion on his face.

"Quite. First, we must do a diabolical dance and display our feathers to one another in order to prove that we are a suitable mate." Alois somehow managed to say with a straight face. He held out his arms and put his wrists together, turning them so that his palms faced outwards toward the Hellsing woman. He spread his fingers apart, wiggling them slightly to show that they were what could only be assumed to be the "feathers" he was talking about. "Next, we must serenade each other with song. Whoever has the more impressive song gets to-"

"Jim! Stop making stuff up!" his beau interrupted scoldingly, reaching over and pinching the blonde's cheeks. "It's not funny!"

"Pfft-!" came a noise from the other side of the room. Both demons looked over to see Integra seated behind her desk, placing the back of her fist to her mouth. To their astonishment, it looked as though she was struggling not to laugh. The woman continued this for a moment before taking her hand away and looking at the two gentlemen.

"Alright, I'm sorry for teasing you about it." She said, smiling in a friendly sort of manner at the two demons. Alois had never seen the Hellsing smile in such a way before and Ciel hadn't seen it in years. A small blush appeared on both gentlemen's faces at the sight.

"Uh… It's okay." They unintentionally said in unison. Sir Integra only leaned back in her chair.

"Do you need help finding your way out?" she asked.

"No, I think we can manage." Ciel stated. He cleared his throat before turning back to the menace. "Come on, let's go." He said, tugging his beau along by his cheek.

"Can you at least let go of my face?!" Alois asked as the door shut behind them.

He rubbed his cheeks as they made their way back down the hall toward the front door. The hallway was wide and vast, and the bluenette's eye would occasionally wander to some detail that had changed. Apparently, the mansion had been destroyed several times in the past, and Ciel was still catching small changes here and there. He somewhat used his boyfriend as a guide so he wouldn't get lost while doing this. He was looking at one thing and thinking about another. He was still pondering about how this operation was going to turn out. He hoped they wouldn't have to resort to "Plan B".

"Hey, Ciel?" called the Macken, alerting the bluenette's attention. Ciel pulled himself from his thoughts and turned his head to look at the man as they walked.

"Yes?"

"I didn't get to ask you, but what was Amelie's deal from earlier?" Alois asked curiously. Ciel thought for a moment before chuckling, his cheeks turning a little pink.

"She said that she wants to make Charlotte her wife." He answered.

"What? You mean, like, for real?" the blonde asked.

"It would appear that way."

"Good for them. I hope she gets to ask and everything goes well." He said. Alois wasn't entirely sure what he was supposed to say, given the situation. "Never been to a wedding before."

"I've been to a few. They're boring." The Phantomhive said. "The best part is the food."

"You're in it for the cake, huh?"

"How unfortunate. It would appear that you've discovered my secret."

"How would they get married, though?" inquired the menace. "Can they really be 'married before the eyes of God'?"

"I might be able to ask Sister Dorothy to arrange something." Ciel replied. "The supernaturals in the special zone don't care for H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G; but those two used to live there, and Dorothy doesn't really discriminate."

"I see." Alois said to indicate that he had heard the other man. Somehow, talking about it was somewhat embarrassing. The silence that followed was awkward, and with that combined with the new question that began to play at the mind of the Macken, Alois was growing somewhat restless.

Without even looking, he reached down with one hand and grabbed onto that of the Phantomhive, intertwining their fingers. A grin graced Ciel's face at the action and he turned to look at his beau. His eyebrows raised as he set his sights on the man's uncharacteristically aloof expression as the blonde stared straight ahead. It changed, however, when the Macken noticed Ciel staring. Alois turned his head to face his boyfriend as they walked, offering the bluenette a loving smile. Now that, made the Phantomhive's heart flutter.

"I love you, Ciel."


A/N: Fucking nerds.

But Chamelie...

And smiling Integras...

And NERDS.

Yeah, I really don't have much to say about this chapter, even though it's like, 3,000 words long.

Where does the madness end, Hate? Go outside...

Eh, no questions for me, so I'll see you in the next chapter, my duckies~!


CHARACTER SHET

Question: "Cielll! What do you think of Alois' nickname for you? Ciellykins, was it?" by Vannaluv

Ciel's Answer: "I don't mind. I call him 'Jim', so why not?"

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Question: "Ciel: Do you know about all the other supernaturals that work with H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G? Including a certain Allucard? Alois: Do you have more fantasies you want to tease Ciel with?" by Auraheart

Ciel's Answer: "Just the usual bunch, really. There aren't that many who work there. Alucard is a vile monstrosity and I want him nowhere near me."

Alois' Answer: "Not really. Usually, I just kind of daydream about what I want to do with him later, or what we just did. Maybe doing it in the back of the Mercedes could be pretty fun. For a while, my biggest 'fantasy' was to be able to top Ciel, but now I do that pretty regularly, actually."

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Question: "For Revy: What's your favourite foods?" by RapunzelInTheSnow

Revy's Answer: "Anything with lots of meat."

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Question: "Question for Ciel, Alois, and Sebastian; can demons still get too cold and too hot? If they can, what happens to them? Do they just kinda stay cold, or warm, or do they get a demon cold/fever?" by Fanfiction3

Sebastian's Answer: "Not really. I'm sort of indifferent to it, either way. If a demon's starts being especially hot to the touch, though, that's usually a bad sign."

Ciel's Answer: "Heat isn't a problem. It's when it gets cold that things start to get mildly annoying. (Sebastian's just Sebastian...)"

Alois' Answer: "Heat's not that bad. We can catch on fire and not really care, after all. I don't really like being cold, though."