Lights flashed and bass pounded while a mass of people danced together in the middle of the room. While the Watchdog enjoyed watching his spouse dance, the noise was starting to get to him. He would have gone into the bathrooms for some momentary quiet, but the idea of going inside the restroom of any kind of club sounded immensely unappealing. Thus, he was stuck sitting at his table by himself. Ciel did have his phone on him, however, and was able to browse the internet. It wasn't much of a night out for him, but he didn't really come for himself, despite how Alois told him not to.

Occassionally, he would take a break from looking at his phone in order to look around at other people. The light was dim with the occasional blinding strobe or spotlight, but Ciel could make them out. It was surprising how few people fit stereotypes, here, but also equally surprising how many did. It was a lot to get used to, but the bluenette wasn't mad at it. There were people dancing, yes, but also drinking. Others talked amongst friends while more still tried to flirt and seek companionship.

Occasionally, Ciel would spot the occasional straight woman. Sometimes, they could be seen with gay men whom they were most likely friends with, but other times, they were in groups. Ciel wasn't sure how he could tell, but interacting with Charlotte and Amelie helped. The wolf girl said something about long fingernails being a non-lesbian thing, but failed to explain why. The very obvious ones that could be seen were the ones who were visibly repulsed when a woman came up to talk to them. They seemed shocked that while in a gay club, they might be mistaken for being interested in the same sex. The scene just made Ciel roll his eye and hope that the woman who was treated badly found someone who would treat them like a person.

Then, Ciel's eye fell back to his spouse, wondering how he was doing. The Watchdog was bored, although he would never tell his spouse that. He didn't have the heart, as Alois was obviously having a lot of fun. Ciel could see him occasionally turning down invitations to dance with people they didn't know, at least that's what he could decipher from the man's mannerisms and expressions. Unfortunately, the Watchdog couldn't read lips. If Jim got nervous, however, he'd step in. That's why he paid attention to it.

His staring was noticed, but not by the right person. Some guy that was near the blonde kept looking Ciel's way, but the bluenette didn't notice him. He was too busy focusing on his husband to see anyone else, even if they were looking right at him, thinking that they were the one he was looking at. In truth, the Watchdog didn't even see the other guy until he started walking toward him, causing the Phantomhive to arch a brow in confusion. He didn't know what this person could possibly want from him.

"Hey." the stranger greeted with a smile.

"Hey." answered Ciel, still befuddled.

"On your own?"

"Oh, no. I'm watching my friends' stuff." the bluenette replied. "I'm not much of a dancer."

"What? A guy like you?" The poor demon grew even more confused as the other invited himself to sit down. "Get out of here… You should be having fun."

"Well, I'm not not having fun. It's not the most exciting turn of events, but I'm not here for dancing."

"What are you here for, then?"

"Curiosity." Ciel stated. "I've never been to a place like this before."

"Well, normally, people don't just sit around." chuckled the stranger. "You dance, you talk, have a drink, you know, fun stuff."

"I don't really drink, either." The Phantomhive tried his best to be friendly, flashing a bit of a polite smile. "I don't mind some wine every now and again, though. I'm not that fun at parties, in case you can't tell."

"No big deal. A lot of people aren't, when they first come, I think. A lot of people come in here and are 'curious' about it."

"That's a relief."

"I'm Jacob, by the way." the stranger greeted, introducing himself.

"Ciel."

"Oh! That's a neat name." Jacob said, but the bluenette was still not catching on.

"Thanks. It's the only one I've got." The attempt at a joke to diffuse any tension that the Phantomhive had caused his new acquaintance to chuckle.

"And you've got a sense of humour! Nice."

"Very few people would agree with you." He was about to look at his spouse again before something else caught his eye. "Is that man dancing on the table?"

"Yep."

"And he's taking his clothes off because..?"

"More reasons than you could count, probably." Jacob answered. "Not your scene?"

"Not really. I'm what one could refer to as 'stuffy'."

"Oh, the nerdy type, huh?"

"'Pretentious', more likely." Squinting, Ciel scanned the crowd, but could no longer spot his husband. He was noticably distracted as he searched, but couldn't see his spouse anywhere, despite sensing him."

"What're you looking for?" asked the other man.

"I lost track of my husband and our friends." stated the Phantomhive, completely catching Jacob off guard.

"H-husband?"

"Yes… He went to dance with the others. He project at work went really well for him, so one of our friends suggested that we all come out and celebrate." Turning back to the other, he finally noticed Jacob's expression. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine… I'm just… Wow… This is so embarrassing..." lamented the other.

"What is?" Ciel questioned before his mind caught up with him. "Oh. Oh! I'm so sorry. I'm not good at picking up on this sort of thing."

"It's okay. You were watching your husband out there, weren't you?"

"Well, yes..."

"God, I'm never gonna live this down… I'm sorry, I totally read things wrong. I thought you were looking at me."

"No harm done. I'm sure you're not the first person to have this happen to and you certainly won't be the last." There was a sincere attempt on Ciel's part to be gentle in this situation, as he really hadn't meant to cause any harm. It had taken him a while to learn how to pick up on Alois' brand of flirting, after all. Furthermore, he only expected Alois to show any interest in him, so he hadn't even thought about the possibility. "You're alright. If it makes you feel better, I'll pretend it never hap-"

Ciel was cut off as he was assailed by a blonde man, causing him to let out a guttural grunt as Alois abruptly sat down in his lap. The menace put an arm around his shoulders and on reflex, Ciel put his own around his husband's waist. Alois' eyes were fixed on Jacob's face momentarily as if staring him down, but then he turned to face his partner.

"Hello~! Miss me?" he questioned, running his hand through bluenette locks.

"I did. Are you having fun?" replied Ciel, smiling while completely ignorant to Alois' more territorial gestures for the time being.

"Yeah, but I'm tired of dancing for now. It gets old after a few songs." Turning his head, the blonde's eyes resumed his "polite" glaring at the strange man sitting across from his husband. "Who's your friend?"

"This is Jacob. We were just chatting." confessed the Watchdog. "Jacob, this is my husband, Jim."

"H-hello..." answered Jacob, terrified for his well being.

"Charmed." Alois said, taking almost sadistic delight in the fear in the poor man's eyes.

"Are the others still dancing?" Ciel asked, trying to get his husband to stop terrifying a stranger.

"Uh, no. Daniel is at the bar trying to get served and Kris had to pee."

"What about Logan?"

"He went with Kris. The amount of shirtless men apparently was getting to him."

"It would me, too, if I'm honest." Ciel said, his attention being unintentionally snatched as the third wheel stood up.

"I- I should probably go." Jacob stated as he slinked away. "My friends are looking for me. It was nice meeting you."

"Nice meeting you, too." the Watchdog replied, waving after him. Alois, however, stared intensely at the back of the man's head as he left.

"Don't terrorise people." spoke the bluenette, playfully swatting his beau. "It's rude."

"I'm sorry. I had to defend my territory." Alois answered, wiggling in the other's arms in order to get comfortable. "I could see him flirting with you."

"I wasn't in any danger, I assure you. Mostly, I was just confused about his intentions. It took me a minute. He was a little disappointed when I brought up that I was married."

"You told him?"

"Of course I did. We were talking and I just said that I couldn't see my husband anymore." Ciel explained. "He came over due to a bit of a misunderstanding. I was watching you dance, because, duh, and he thought that I was staring at him instead. He was really embarrassed. Took it well, though."

"Good. I know you're cute, sexy, and extremely attractive, but I don't want people to like, actually make a move on you." confessed the menace, earning a toothy grin from the Ciel.

"You were jealous, hm?"

"Psh! What? No!"

"It's okay if you were. I was hoping you would give me your attention, anyway. I'm flattered."

"Yeah, okay, I was a little. So what?" scoffed the blonde. "I know you can handle yourself and there's nothing to worry about, but I still don't like it."

"Mm-hm." hummed the Watchdog, placing a long kiss to the other's cheek. The gesture earned a giggle, which in turn forced Ciel to smile. "I know. I'm all yours, though. That guy wasn't ugly, I suppose, but certainly not as handsome as my husband."

"Smooth talking me now, are you?" playfully questioned the menace.

"Well, yes. You looked like you were having so much fun while dancing without me." Ciel said began, "I suppose that I was a little jealous as well."

"Good. I don't feel so out of place, then." answered Alois, pecking the other's nose. "Come to think of it, is this really appropriate here?"

"What?"

"Me sitting in your lap like this?"

"It would seem so." replied Ciel. "I'm not sure who would take issue. Is it too much for those sparsely-clothed gentlemen over there?"

"Wha- Oh my god!" barked the menace, hiding his face in his husband's shoulder after looking where the Watchdog was pointing. "They have less clothes than the last time I saw them..."

Ciel could not see the flush of his face, but could feel the heat of his beau's skin, all the same. The display truthfully made the blonde uncomfortable. He didn't know if he could stay here much longer. Still, he didn't quite feel ready to leave.

"How do they even mover their hips like that?"

"I have no idea… Somehow, I feel like I ought to learn..."

"Ciel!"

"What? Maybe it'll improve my technique?" jested the Watchdog, prompting the menace to roll his eyes.

"You're getting pretty bold." noted the menace. "You do remember that we're in public, right?"

"Tell that to those guys..."

In order to ignore what was going on around them, Ciel and Alois instead chose to focus on each other, flirting back and forth while refusing to acknowledge much around them. As time moved on, their desire to leave grew, but first, they needed to talk to Kristopherson and tell him. Unbeknownst to them, however, the wolfman was keeping his distance as he spotted the two sitting so close and acting in such an intimate manner.

Truthfully, he wanted to leave as well with Logan, as the incubus was getting a little restless, but that left Daniel alone. He wasn't sure what to do with him for the time being, so he would need to ask if the other needed a ride home. He could tell from watching the brunet at the bar, cheering for a man who was dancing on the table, that Daniel was clearly drunk. At the very least, Kristopherson needed to make sure that the Westley made it to a cab.

Before long, Kristopherson couldn't take it anymore and made his way toward the demons in order to tell them he needed to leave. He rolled his eyes as his friends kissed and acted obnoxious. Holding onto Logan's hand with one of his own and placing his other on his hip, he stood by the demons, waiting for them to notice him.

"Are you two at a good stopping point at the moment, or…?" he interrupted, forcing the duo to separate. Ciel avoided eye contact with a flushed face, while Alois smiled a nervous smile with pink cheeks.

"Oh, yeah, of course!" Alois insisted like he wasn't just all over his spouse in a public place. "Whatcha need?"

"Logan and I were thinking of heading out." answered the wolfman. "Can you guys bring Dan home? Or do I need to hook him up with a cab?"

"Uh..?" the menace trailed off before looking over at his spouse, who paused before giving a reluctant nod. "We'll take care of him. We were actually thinking about leaving, ourselves."

"Well, good luck. Dan's pissed." Kristopherson said, pointing in the Westley's direction. "In fact… We should probably get him now. Nevermind. I'll take care of it. Can you help me get him in the car?"

"Yeah, sure." Hopping off of his husband, Alois stood, soon followed by Ciel, and they followed Kristopherson and Logan over to the bar where their friend sat.

The poor man looked like he was about to fall off his stool and could no longer carry a conversation with the man he was talking with before. In fact, he seemed like he was about to pass out, which was actually a good sign for the team, since he couldn't argue. Patting Daniel's shoulder, the wolfman said:

"C'mon, Dan. Time to go."

Groggily, the brunet lifted his head before groaning. "No… Don't wanna..."

"We're all leaving. We can't just leave you out here on your own."

"It's s'okay. I'll just… call a cab or somethin'..." Daniel's speech was slurred and the group doubted in his ability to make good on that offer.

"If you don't come willingly, we'll take you by force."

"Gross."

"Alois. Ciel. Help me out." Kristopherson sighed, prompting the demons to come forward. They each took their friend by each arm and hauled him away from the stool.

"I'm being kidnapped!" the brunet shouted before being shushed.

"Dammit, Dan! Shut the fuck up!"

Fortunately, he wasn't very good at flailing. Once he was out of the club, it was a matter of dragging him to the car and putting him in a seat. They buckled his seatbelt despite his protests, but finally managed to get him in the car.

"If you have to lay him down at any point, make sure to lay him on his side." Ciel warned before they parted ways. "If he's on his back, he runs the risk of suffocating on his own vomit."

"Thanks." Kristopherson said. "I hope you guys had a good time. Sorry for bailing on you."

"It's alright." said Alois. "We had fun. You two should come over sometime. We'll hang out."

"Will do."

"Is that okay?" questioned the incubus. He was a bit frightened by the prospect of going to the manor of the Watchdog and Lion. No one in Gehenna had seen it before, aside from Kristopherson.

"Of course! You're welcome any time, Logan." answered the head of the household, reaching out to shake the man's hand. "Get home safely."

"We will." Logan replied before turning around to investigate the loud "thunk" that came from his boyfriend's vehicle. It was Daniel, making rude gestures at the group on the other side of the window.

Despite the Westley's behaviour, everyone started their trip home. The Phantomhives were undoubtedly off to canoodle some more, but neither Kristopherson or Logan could complain, as they had similar motives. That just left Dan, who they were going to drop off at his apartment on the way. Unfortunately, he thought it was a good idea to talk while they did so.

"Logan, you're too nice..." he said to the incubus in the front seat. "Why are you so quiet all the time? Don't you have anything to say?"

"Not really." Logan replied. "I'm not much of a talker, I guess, but I do talk when something's up and I need to."

That was a lie. Kristopherson knew it. They had talked about this before, in fact. It was simply that Logan was still a little intimidated by Kristopherson's friends, is all. This was especially true due to the fact that his boyfriend was best friends with Mister Lion, himself.

"Boring..." groaned Daniel. "So, what do you like, do?"

"Well, I work at the general store."

"No, no, I mean, like, what are you about? What do you do for fun? Do you have any hobbies or friends? Why do you like Kris?"

"Well, I like to read, and fashion is pretty fun, I've learned, and I have a lot of brothers and sisters, which are kind of like friends. As for Kris, there's a lot of stuff I like about him."

"Like what?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"His dick?" vulgarly speculated the Westley, folding his arms with a content expression as he mistook the others' silence for surrender. Honestly, Logan was shocked at what was just said and Kristopherson had half a mind to pull over and clobber his friend for saying such an awful, prejudiced, thing.

"Well, there's that, but I liked him before then." the incubus said. "He's kind, he's passionate… and he's really cute. I like his jokes and his bluntness. He's not afraid to speak his mind..."

"Huh? That's not what I was expectin' at all..."

"Well, maybe you shouldn't jump to conclusions about people." There was bite in the incubus' tone, despite it sounding otherwise pleasant and friendly. His boyfriend cracked a bit of a smile at that. He was proud of the other for talking back to such a boor. Daniel, however, didn't like that.

"Whatever..." huffed the brunet. "Why else would you go into the bathroom with him?"

"Daniel, shut the fuck up." Kristopherson butted in. "Just because you're drunk, doesn't mean you get to act like an ass. I could always dump you on the side of the road and hope you make it home on you're own."

"You wouldn't." Daniel answered with a cocky twinge. "You're way too nice for that."

"Act like somebody who's worthy of it so it doesn't go to waste, then."

It was quiet after that. Kristopherson had a point and Daniel knew it. He just didn't like it. He didn't like this new person in his ex's life, nor did he appreciate the fact that he was able to do what Daniel could not. Logan made Kristopherson happy. It just wasn't fair. It was selfish, he knew, but he couldn't help it. If Logan were horrible, he could feel better about it. He could feel like he's not a failure. At the same time, he could never wish that on his friend. Daniel was a jerk, but he had a bit of a heart, at least. No matter what he did, however, he couldn't shake this jealousy he felt, even though he didn't want to be with Kristopherson at all anymore, nor did he have any intention of trying. It was simply a matter of not being a "failure". He didn't want to be good for nothing and horrible. The fact that Logan was good to Kristopherson made Daniel feel rotten for that. Daniel knew, too. Even the fact that he felt this way made him feel worse.

From then on, the drive was quiet. They made it to the apartment building and helped Daniel into the elevator. It was finding his keys that was the tricky part, as neither Kristopherson or Logan wanted to dig around in his pockets, and Daniel didn't quite have the motor skills. He managed to take them out and drop them, at least. It was a start. From there, Logan was able to unlock the door while Kristopherson held the human up.

The man's sister was staying over at the Midford estate with her friend for the night. Daniel wasn't totally irresponsible, it seemed, and made sure she was taken care of. The others took off his coat and shoes, wiped his face free of spit, booze, and perhaps a little spit-up before putting him to bed. Just as Ciel had warned, they were certain to lay him on his side. From there, it wasn't long before he was out cold and they were gone.

They left a note for Daniel's sister in case she came home before he woke up and got back in Kristopherson's car before taking off. It was quiet for a while, but something gnawed at Kristopherson and he couldn't get rid of it. Thus, he decided that it was best if he came clean.

"Listen..." he began, capturing his boyfriend's attention. "I'm sorry about what Dan said earlier… He's been getting his shit together lately, but I guess old habits die hard."

"It's alright." answered the incubus.

"It's not right, though. I should have stepped in and said something, but I didn't. I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it. It's never easy to know where things are going to go."

"I'll do better next time." Kristopherson said. "Promise."

"Okay." answered Logan with a small smile. "We'll just take it as a learning experience, then."

Next, they stopped at the wolfman's building and parked in the garage. It was dark, despite the fluorescent lighting, intimidating the incubus a bit, but the other carried on, taking hold of his hand and leading him into the elevator. From there, they went up to Kristopherson's apartment, pausing as the faux-blonde put his key in the lock.

"So, what's the plan?" he asked. "Are you staying over tonight?"

"Well, I was hoping I could." grinned the incubus.

"Good. I was hoping you would." Kristopherson replied as he opened the lock. The pair pecked each other on the lips before heading inside, closing the door behind them and locking it fast.


A/N: This was almost 4,000 words long at nine pages. You're welcome.

I could have cut it off and done it a scene per chapter, but I just couldn't find a good stopping point!

Next chapter will probably be catching up with the duo, and then after that, we'll do something else.

Let's see... What else is new, different, and exciting...

Nothin', really. There was something I wanted to talk about, but yet again, I forgot what it was... I need to quit doing that!

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!


CHARACTER SHET

Question: "Question for Ciel: Two words for you- patriotic underpants. Do you still have yours?" by BlazeingEcho

Ciel: "Yes, although they are a different pair. My previous ones are too small, now, but Jim bought me some for my birthday."

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Question: "Question for Ciel, has Alois ever seen your female form? If he hasn't are you ever going to show him. Also Alois can I hug you and Ciel or nah. I just really love you both." by Trancy-Kin

Ciel: "I've never shape-shifted into a female form..."

Alois: "Sure! Ciel's not much of a hugger when it comes to new people, but I'm game."