With a jolt, Alois awoke. It was the second time this week, but it was more embarrassing than the last. The sorts of things he was dreaming about were troublesome. The vividness of them shook him, causing him to doubt his decency. Once again, his dreams of the head of the Phantomhive household were filthy, making him suspect that he really wasn't fit to be around him. Yet selfishly, that's all he really wanted at the moment.
He wanted to talk to Ciel and hear his voice. He wanted to see Ciel and his face. He wanted to make him smile. Whatever it was he was feeling over Ciel, he knew it wasn't normal. Thus, he decided to have a chat with Kristopherson that day at the faux-blonde's home.
Despite much insistence from Ciel, the menace declined his offers to drive and instead took a cab. Oddly, the Watchdog seemed disappointed as he left, but Alois was truly not certain of what to make of that. Thus, he said his goodbyes and left for Kristopherson's house, where he was somewhat surprised to see the faux-blonde alone. Ordinarily, Logan would be over. Alois had suspected something between them for a while, but had decided not to say anything.
"Hey, what's going on?" asked Kristopherson as he answered the door. He stepped out of the way for the other to make his way inside with a sigh, taking off his jacket and making himself at home. "Something happen?"
"What makes you ask that?" questioned the menace, looking over his shoulder as he put his coat over the back of the couch.
"Please, you never call and ask if you can talk." the other said, shutting the door and locking it again. "What's up? Something happen between you and pup?"
That was the magic phrase that made the blonde's face to falter. His snide grin faded as his face darkened with a pink hue. Instinctively, he brought a hand up to cover his mouth while he folded the other over his chest. Seeing this, Kristopherson shook his head with a knowing smile. Without a single word from Alois, he already knew the answer.
"Well, take a seat and we'll talk about it." he added. "Tea?"
"No, thanks." Alois sighed, sitting down on the sofa with hands folded in his lap. "I don't really feel like it."
"Ooh, that's bad..." Kristopherson observed, sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth while scrunching his face. Sitting down next to the menace, he got comfortable, crossing one leg over the other and putting his arm over the back of the couch, all while maintaining an appropriate distance. "Alright. Let's have it."
"Wait, right now? Like… You just want me to go into it, or..?"
"Sure. Why not? Get it off your chest."
"Jesus, you don't fuck around..."
"Nope. Give me the gossip I crave."
"Dick..." Alois grumbled, rolling his eyes. "At least let me build myself up to say what I need to say."
"Take your time."
"Well, you know what we were talking about the other day?"
"About why 'dong' is such a funny word?" asked the faux-blonde, feigning ignorance.
"No! I mean- about…" Looking down at his hands, he hesitated. "A-about me being bi?"
"Yeah?" the other answered, his tone becoming more sincere. Kristopherson was perfectly aware of the gravity of the situation and knew that it needed to be approached with sensitivity.
"Well… Lately, I've been thinking that you were right..." the menace stated, sitting up straight again and crossing one leg over the other. His eyes glanced over to Kristopherson to gauge his reaction before darting away. Really, he wasn't sure what he was expecting, as he knew that the other wouldn't be disapproving, but he didn't expect the man's wide grin.
"Oh, thank god." Kristopherson uttered a relieved sigh. "Glad I don't have to dance around that one anymore."
"So you did know!" Alois accused, pointing a finger at his friend.
"Of course I did! I'm your best friend, you twit!" the wolfman shot back. "I'm glad you remember, though. I can't really talk about this shit with the others. You're my sassy bi friend. Also, I think you'll be happier this way."
"You think?" inquired the menace with pink gently dusting his cheeks.
"Yeah! Don't be worried about it. We all accept you and want you to be happy."
"Wait, the others know too?"
"Oh..." Kristopherson pulled back a bit, leaning in his seat. "Was that too much information..?"
"They know?!"
"I'm sorry! But yeah, they do..."
"Kris!"
"You're the one who came out to them, not me!" the faux-blonde said to the other, taking his turn to point fingers.
Slouching, Alois leaned back and slid down the back of the couch while bringing his hands up to shield his face from view. It was red. It was really red. The others knowing about his sexual orientation didn't bother him as much as Ciel knowing. Both of them were bisexual… what were the odds? This was just too much for the blonde. How on earth was he going to handle all of this. More importantly, what did Ciel think of him?
During his moment of turmoil, his friend watched him with great fascination. "So..." he began. "What brought on the memory?"
"It's too embarrassing..." lamented the menace.
"It's Ciel, isn't it?"
"Kris!" Alois barked, jolting into an upright position and tearing his hands away from his face to grip the seat of the couch. "How much do you know?!"
"A lot." the wolfman bluntly stated. "I'm just following the rules, blondie. 'Let Alois figure things out on his own' they said. They think it'll be less shocking, that way."
"Well, I'm pretty fucking shocked!"
"That's why I wasn't supposed to tell you! I can't just lie to your face, though." Kristopherson replied. Pausing, he gave the other a reassuring look before placing a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, everybody still likes you. You have positively nothing to worry about."
"Maybe, maybe not..." Alois groaned. "Ciel knows too, huh?"
"Yep, and he accepts you. In fact, he's-"
"Sebastian already told me." interrupted the menace. "Ciel's bi, too. I know."
"Damn, I was looking forward to your reaction..." the other said with half-hearted disappointment. He was trying to be playful, but the menace was still down.
"Shocked. Nervous. Sick. Kinda happy? Mostly sick and nervous, though." Alois replied. "It's hard to be around him..."
"You like him, huh?"
"Shut up..." the demon scolded, gently punching his friend in the arm and causing him to laugh.
"What? Ciel's a sweetheart. Easy on the eyes, is exciting…" Kristopherson trailed off while rubbing the point of impact. "I think you work well together. Just have some confidence."
"You sound like you have a crush..."
"Nah, not on Ciel. He's way too serious and dopey for me. I'm into a different blue boy." the wolfman bluntly stated before looking over at the other knowingly. His smile returned as Alois' face lit up at connecting things together.
"You and Logan?" the menace questioned. "Called it."
"How did you know I like him?"
"It's a trick I like to call 'having a gut feeling'." the menace informed, causing Kristopherson to shake his head with a laugh. The mood had improved as the two became less tense. Things were hinting at becoming normal again with just a few words.
"But for real..." Kristopherson began, steering the conversation again. "What's up with Ciel? You've got to tell me because I need to know."
"Not much, actually." nervously chuckled Alois. "We're friends. That really hasn't changed. He just… I dunno, there's just something about him..."
"His pecs?"
"Well, yeah. He's got a nice figure, but more than that."
"The fact that you want to squeeze his man-titties?"
"What the fuck Kris?!"
"What? You're the one who told me." innocently shrugged the faux-blonde. "You have no one to blame but yourself."
"I mean, yeah, his chest looks like it would make a good pillow..."
"Ooh~!"
"But besides that," Alois continued, obnoxiously raising his volume over the other's even more obnoxious teasing with a blush on his face. "He's a good guy and I just… I feel things around him… Before you turn it into something sexual, I mean in an emotional way."
"I know." Kristopherson said, leaning with his chin in his palm while practically beaming at the menace. "You've told me before how safe you feel around him. Also that he's a total sweetheart, that he's charming, beautiful, sexy, and all that good stuff that single schlubs like me have not had the privilege in indulging in."
"Then ask out Logan, ya prick."
"Like that's a thing that you can just go do..." playfully scoffed the wolfman. "Just asking people out! In all seriousness, though, dating an incubus is a serious decision. I need to be ready for the commitment and conditions before I consider it."
"Oh, yeah, the sex thing..." Somehow, it was possible for Alois' face to grow redder as the thought crossed him. "Must be tough."
"I don't think I'm ready for that yet. I want to be with Logan, but I'm not sure I can handle all that all of a sudden. Supernatural stuff is hard..."
"That's what he said." jested Alois, earning a punch to the arm, himself. He snickered as his friend shook.
"Dick, look at you! Mister 'Ciel has nice pecs'..." Kristopherson replied. "He does. Nice butt, too, but he's still not my type."
"Hey! Don't check him out, you git!" the menace scolded.
"Ooh~! Someone has a crush~! How nice~!"
"I'll beat your ass!"
"Why? It's Ciel's you want."
"Guh!" Alois reeled back, his eyes widening at the accusation and what it implied. Sincerely, such thoughts of the Watchdog embarrassed him, both in content and in the fact that he was having them in the first place. It felt dirty, wrong, and he felt as though he should be ashamed. Yet, a part of himself that was still prominent wanted him to give in and embrace these thoughts and desires, as they came naturally to him like breathing.
"No way!" he protested. "I don't even really want to be interested in him."
"How come?" his friend questioned.
"Isn't it a bit fast? I mean, I've only been awake without my memory for like, a little over two weeks. I hardly know anything about the guy! Isn't it a bit weird to be interested this quick?"
"Well, you were already interested before, so I think this just proves that your interest is genuine." Kristopherson said. "Besides, I would assume that it's different for everybody. Some people get crushes over months or even years, while others only need a few meetings. Probably depends on who the other person is, too. So, no, I don't really think it's weird at all. Just relax. Let things progress naturally."
"I don't know if I want that." Alois admitted, placing his hands on his knees and leaning back in his seat with a sigh. "What if it totally ruins our friendship? I don't wanna scare him off or anything… What if he thinks it's weird and doesn't wanna talk to me? I also don't wanna look arrogant or anything and act like I assume that he's interested in me, too. How do you even figure that out? Ugh… This is too complicated!"
At the menace's lamentation, Kristopherson let out a loud snort followed by snickering. The wolfman covered his mouth, but the damage was done. Alois gave him a highly judgmental look that when noticed, caused Kristopherson's smile to fade.
"Oh..." the Miles said. "You're serious..."
"You're so fucking helpful, you know that?" the demon huffed while crossing his arms.
"Sorry, I'm not trying to be a dick. I just know things..."
"What kind of 'things'?"
"That's classified." Kristopherson bluntly stated. "But, I will tell you that all you have to do is act natural. Go with the flow. Your flirtatiousness will come out."
"What if he doesn't like that, though? He's kind of got this sort of clean-cut look to him..."
"Trust me. He'll be into it. Besides, wanna know a secret?"
"What's that?" Alois questioned, arching his eyebrow. Gullibly, he leaned in closer as the other man beckoned him with a gesture. Then, Kristopherson spoke to him softly.
"Ciel has a thing for blondes." he said, embarrassing the poor menace further. With a flushed face, Alois furrowed his brow and pouted, nudging the other away.
"Y-you're just messing with me!" declared Alois. "Where do you even come up with this stuff?"
"It's true! You're his type! Just flirt with him a little. You'll see!"
"I highly doubt that."
"Well, then I guess you can not tell him and allow him to see someone else. Maybe if things don't work out with Logan, I'll give him a shot."
"Whatever! You said he's not your type!" the menace accused, pointing his finger. "Quit lying. It's annoying..."
"Jealous~?" the wolfman cooed.
"You talk like someone who really wants a fist in their teeth…" replied Alois, but his friend was not convinced. He simply rolled his eyes before opening his mouth to speak, but was cut off when Alois' phone made a sound.
"Who's that?" Kristopherson inquired instead. He allowed the other to pause and take out the device before answering.
"Ciel..." the blonde stated.
"'The bae'?" questioned the wolfman with amusement. "You have him on your phone as 'the bae'? So when are you having his children?"
"I'm gonna beat your ass..." huffed the menace. "It was like that when I woke up. I dunno what the hell I was thinking."
"What's he say?"
"He wants to know if I'm taking a cab back." Alois stated as he read the message off of the device. "Says that his offer to give me a ride back still stands because he's nearby."
"Yeah, just in the neighbourhood, huh? In the neighbourhood of getting a cute blonde demon on the back of his bike..."
"I dunno what to say… I was just going to get a cab, but..."
"Gimme!" Kristopherson ordered, swiping the phone before Alois could react. "Yoink!"
"Hey!" the other called out in protest before reaching out to grab it back. He was kept at bay with Kristopherson's best efforts, however, despite his attempts to gain the upper ground by standing. With his feet, Kristopherson pushed back against the demon's stomach as he tried to lean over him and grab the phone, but he held it out far enough that it couldn't be reached while the screen was still in his view.
"Sounds… like… a… plan… man…" the cruel Miles said aloud while typing. "I'm… almost… done here… so… I'll be… waiting…. Pick out a smileyface emoji… and… send!"
"You piece of shit!" lamented a horror-stricken Alois. He was mortified. Taking back his phone, he glanced over the message, only for his feeling to get worse. "You can't just send emojis to people! Especially winking ones! What if he takes it weird?!"
"Or he could take it as an invitation." smugly grinned the other.
"What the fuck, Kris?!"
"Not like that. An emoji doesn't mean 'let's bone' for Christ's sake…" Kristopherson insisted. "I'm not mean enough to send a text like that. It's just a friendly thing. Relax."
"I hate you..." the poor blonde replied before his phone went off again. Looking down at it, his brows raised and his face lit up slightly. "He-he says he's coming over! He bought that it was me?!"
"Of course! I'm your friend, remember? I know how you text." proudly declared the Miles. "Though I don't know how you text Ciel. I just imagined that it was with more emojis."
"Get out of my head, fuck face..."
"You got any dick pics on there I can send him?"
"No!" Alois answered, holding his phone away from the faux-blone as he half-heartedly reached out for it. "I don't do that kind of shit."
"Didn't think so."
The pair waited for the Watchdog to arrive and retrieve his Alois, but it took a while. He certainly was lying about being "nearby", given the time it took. During this, Kristopherson and Alois continued to talk about him and how they knew. They grew more casual and spoke more openly, discussing what all Alois was feeling and how he could go about this. He really did like Ciel, despite not remembering him that well. He knew things about Ciel, but he couldn't remember everything, still. It was a nuisance.
The more he talked, however, the more he remembered. With Kristpoherson steering the conversation, he recalled all sorts of things about the Watchdog. He remembered more about the beach trips they used to take, and about their school life. He was surprised to recall that Ciel was a lot more stern and grouchy back then. He wonder what all happened to help him develop into the person he is now. It only made him want to see the bluenette more.
Finally, the blue Phantomhive was visible from the window, unaware that he was being closely watched. He arrived on his motorcycle and parked before taking out his phone to text the menace that he was there. Once that was done, he fussed with his appearance a bit, only for the others to giggle at him from on high. Alois and Kristopherson were taking turns looking at him through binoculars when the menace received the message.
"Guess I should go." observed the blonde.
"Don't keep him waiting." his friend grinned back, lowering the binoculars. "And remember: Just relax and be yourself."
"Easier said than done..." the menace stated as he was shooed out by Kristopherson. He was then escorted to the elevator and sent on his way.
Alois could see Ciel through the large windows in the lobby and jogged over to him once he was out in the cold air. The Watchdog was at attention once he sensed him and watched while Alois made his way. He couldn't help but notice the large grin Alois unwittingly wore. It infected the bluenette, causing him to smile, too.
"I take it you had a good time, then?" noted Ciel. "What are you smiling about?"
"Huh?" the menace let out before his face lit up with realization. "Oh, I remembered a lot of stuff today." he answered. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the entirety of the source. Still, it made Ciel happy to hear it. The bluenette's smile widened, becoming brighter, and Alois was unable to see it behind his helmet.
"That's great!" the Watchdog replied. "You'll have to tell me all about it." After handing the blonde his own helmet, he patted the seat behind him.
"Straight home?" Alois questioned.
"Not if you've got another idea." the bluenette stated while his companion hopped on. "I'll take the long way to give you time to think about it, it you like."
"Sounds like a plan, man." Wrapping his arms around Ciel's waist, the menace squeezed him tightly in more of a hug than a safety precaution.
Instinctively, Ciel brought a hand to his waist and gripped Alois' arms before holding them even closer. The Watchdog wasn't really concerned about safety either. Instead, he was just savouring the fact that he was being held by the menace at all. Fortunately for him, the man behind him couldn't see the smile he let slip in that moment, unaware that Alois would have loved to see it.
Thus, they went on their way, taking the long way home in hopes of coming up with a detour. They wanted more time together. Almost any excuse would do. Alois' heart fluttered as he held on tightly to the Watchdog, and Ciel's cheeks were pink with the Lion clinging to him so. They wanted the moment to last, despite being completely unaware of the other's reasoning.
A/N: This chapter shouldn't have taken this long, but it did, and for that, I am sorry. I had things to do. Also, this is eight pages long. That's a pretty good reason.
I want to update more often, and I will once summer I is over. I'm working on it.
Either way, you got a chapter tonight. And things are probably gonna get weird real soon.
So look forward to it~
Until the next chapter, my duckies~!
CHARACTER SHET
Question: "To Sebastian: hypothetically speaking, you're looking for a partner, keeping your 'children in mind', what traits would you look for in your partner?" by Socially Awkward Oreo Monster
Sebastian: "I haven't the faintest idea. I'm really not certain what one looks for in a romantic relationship, so I cannot say. I would suppose, keeping the masters in mind, it would have to be someone they approve of."
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Question: "To Thaddeus: Since Crystal mentioned "turns"... How many brides do you have (did you have)?" by Sailyonera
Thaddeus: "I used to have more, but currently, I only have four. If I had three more, I would have one for every day of the week! Shame the last few felt the need to be irritating..."
