After having reached land, the happy and excited newlyweds drove off of the ferry and onto French soil before making their way to their hotel. Ciel handled the conversation with the front desk and checked in, as he was the only one of the pair who could speak fluent French. Alois, however, fiddled with the strap on his bag while nodding along as he pretended to understand what the others were saying. When they reached the room, however, the put their things away before proceeding to do as traditionally expected of couples on their honeymoon.

When the sun rose, it wasn't at their usual time, but the duo paid no mind as they weren't quite done embracing one another. Their legs were tangled together as they slowly regained consciousness, softly breathing in the scent of their lover and basking in their warmth, unwilling to move. The only time that either of them did, it was for Alois to pull his husband closer with a smile on his face, prompting the other man to kiss his forehead. Ciel grinned at the small giggle that the blonde emitted, and upon realizing that they were both awake, he spoke.

"Good morning, love." He cooed as his beau pressed his face further into his chest.

"G'mornin'…" Alois answered, his face muffled against Ciel's skin. "Is it time to get up? I don't want it to be…"

Rolling over, the bluenette pulled his beau on top of him so that he could reach the nightstand while still maintaining his grip on his spouse. Picking up his phone, he checked the time before setting the device back down again and rubbing his eye. Taking in a deep breath, he answered.

"Not yet. We still have a couple hours." Informed the Watchdog, rolling again so that they were back in their original position, making the blonde laugh.

"Good. This is too nice to give up so soon." His beau said, tilting his head so that he could reach Ciel's lips. "Still not enough cuddling from last night."

"I'm sorry. In my defense, however, you wanted to keep going."

"Yeah, I wanted to see how many times we could." Alois answered. "You were very impressive."

"As was my intention." The bluenette haughtily replied, despite the snickering he was met with.

"If I felt like getting up, I'd punch your shoulder for being an arrogant sonuvabitch, but alas, I do not."

"Well, fortunately for you, we have a few hours until we have to get up."

Contrary to what the Watchdog just said, their peaceful moment was interrupted by a knock at the door, startling them both. The two quickly sat up, looking to one another. Their confusion was justified, as neither of them were expecting anyone. Knowing that this was unusual, and knowing who they were, the demons immediately took this as a sign of danger.

"What the fuck?" blurted out Alois, shushing himself as the knocking became more aggressive. He then proceeded to speak in a hushed tone when he continued. "What's the plan?"

"First thing's first: We put on clothes." Ciel replied. "Then, one of us will look through the peephole and see who it is."

"And if it's bad?"

"We kill them. Since they're knocking, they're clearly amateurs, if they're a threat."

More knocking ensued, attracting the duo's attention once more. Nodding to one another, they threw off the covers and began collecting their clothes off the floor and donning them, rather than search their suitcases for clean ones. Time was of the essence, and whoever was outside was losing their patience.

While Ciel tied his eyepatch, Alois walked up to the door. He sensed two figures on the other side, and communicated this to the other man by holding up two fingers. Then, the man put his eye up against the peephole and looked out, getting a look at these morning-ruiners. One was a stout man dressed in a poorly-fitting suit, while the other would have been looking straight at the menace had he known he was there.

He was younger than the first man, appearing to be in his thirties, with a pasty complexion and a seemingly perpetually-furrowed brow. Steely eyes peered at the door from behind rectangular glasses as the man held his coat tucked underneath his arm as he made the leather of his gloves complain whenever he squeezed his hands as he held them together. His black hair was long and pulled back into a curly ponytail that rested over the shoulder of his tailored grey suit. This man looked to be a strange combination of dangerous, snooty, yet somehow unthreatening.

"Ciel, it's either law enforcement, or the French gay mafia." Alois informed, turning around as he gestured toward the door. The blonde stepped out of the way as his spouse motioned for him to move.

"I'll handle it." Ciel stated, unlocking the front door. When he opened it, the expression of the man on the other side looked surprised for a brief second before going back to looking annoyed.

"Sir Ciel Phantomhive?" He questioned.

"Oui." The bluenette answered, watching carefully as the other man reached into his pocket.

"I speak English, Sir Phantomhive." He informed, pulling out a badge, rather than a weapon. "I am agent Dominique Bretodeau. French Intelligence. To my left is my fellow agent, Felicien Lamar."

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, agent Bretodeau." Ciel replied. "So, how may I help you?"

"Your superiors have informed mine that you will be visiting our country, and I have been instructed to make sure you aren't up to any funny business."

"I assure you, my business is never funny." The Watchdog said, earning a giggle from behind him.

"Is that your partner in there?" questioned Bretodeau, arching an eyebrow as he tried to peer inside the room.

"Yes, that is agent Jim Phantomhive." Ciel answered.

"He's a Phantomhive as well?"

"He's my husband." Said the bluenette, casually leaning in the doorway.

"Bonjour." Greeted the menace with an intentionally heavy English accent, waving from inside the room.

"We're on our honeymoon." The first Phantomhive informed. "We're here as tourists."

Dominique actually looked surprised by this, as though he either genuinely believed the two to be up to something malicious, or he was surprised that they were married. Either way, Bretodeau did not like their attitude. Quickly, his face went back to its previous irritable expression.

"Very well." He said. "But if I get even the slightest hint that you are up to something—if you slip up even once, I will not hesitate to bring you down."

"Sounds like you're itching for a fight, Bredoteau." Alois chimed in, walking up to the group. "Unfortunately, we're not interested."

Suddenly, Dominique's brow twitched upon hearing that. He seemed more irritated than before, and both Englishmen simply looked to one another while the Frenchman fumed.

"It's 'BreTOdeau'." The agent corrected, his tone somewhat aggressive. "Not 'BreDOteau'."

"Alright. Sorry. My bad." The blonde apologized, albeit insincerely. "I can't pronounce French words like Ciel."

"Well, you should learn."

"Omelette du fromage."

"What?" gawked Dominique, looking back to the bluenette with a baffled expression. "Is this some kind of joke?"

"Probably." The Watchdog answered. "He's kind of silly sometimes."

"Keep the jokes to yourselves." Replied agent Bretodeau, pointing his finger. "Like I said, behave yourselves, or else I'll be forced to take action."

"We will be on our best behaviour mister Bretodeau." Ciel informed. "Like we said, we are not agents at the moment, but tourists. We will be doing our best to have a normal trip before heading back to England without incident."

"Good." Dominique said. "We will be keeping an eye on you, Phantomhives. With that, I bid you farewell." Suddenly, he turned and began walking, startling his associate, but before the other man could follow, he addressed the demons.

"Congratulations on your marriage." The other French agent hastily said before jogging to catch up, leaving Ciel to close the door again. Shaking his head, the Watchdog put his hands on his hips for a moment before addressing his spouse.

"'Gay mafia'?" he finally questioned.

"Well, he's obviously got something up his ass." Alois answered with a shrug, grinning as his beau laughed while locking the door back.

"So, what are we going to do?" he questioned. "Agent fabulous sounds like he's going to be stalking us."

"We continue as planned." Answered the bluenette, walking over and putting his arms around his husband. "He's not going to bother us as long as we're good, and we don't plan on causing trouble, do we?"

"No." the other replied, putting his hands on Ciel's chest and feeling the muscle through the demon's shirt. "Not much trouble, at least. So we're just going to ignore them?"

"Precisely." Stated the Watchdog. He gently pecked Alois on the lips before sighing. "Should we get ready and have an early start? I don't think it's really worth it to go back to bed at this point."

"Yeah, you're right…" answered Alois. "I call bathroom first?"

"As you wish, your highness." Ciel grinned, kissing his husband again.


A/N: God dammit...

Ahhhh... This is gonna be fun... I have a feeling I'll be doing my usual thing before the end, though, where when I write too much fluff, I want violence and murder, and then when I write too much violence and murder I want fluff.

Every single time...

Anyway, questions?

"...are lycanthropy and vampirism the only two transmittable "conditions"?" by Honeycloud of RiverClan

They are the only major ones that a human can possibly survive. There are other ones as well, like becoming a ghoul or an annie, but obviously, the people who contracted either of those conditions are a little... dead. The only exception to this rule is Preston.

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!