A/N: I know it has been awhile but I just wasn't in the state of mind to write for awhile. Luckily, watching Dramatical Murder restarted my yaoi heart, so here I am. Sorry for the wait and thank you to anyone who came to read the new chapter (:

Ciel stared at the lines of text blurring together. He rubbed his eyes. Without opening them, he knew Alois was glaring at him. Maybe telling his friend what was going on wasn't a good idea but having been in the dark himself, he couldn't do that to Alois. He refocused on the chapter they were supposed to be reading. It had been a week since he came clean with Alois about everything he'd learned. Instead of being grateful to Ciel for being honest with him, all Ciel got for his troubles was "I told you so." He had agreed with Alois he needed to stop seeing Sebastian, soothing Alois at the time, but he knew his friend was still skeptical...rightfully so. He'd said that he needed to stop seeing Sebastian, not that he was going to.

At least it was the last class of the day. Unable to focus on reading the assigned chapter, he raised the textbook as a shield and instead opened one of his composition books. This damn book had taken over his life in the past week. His father was trying to keep him as far from the dark side of their family as possible, but he wouldn't be caught unawares again like he was at Underworld when the Charleses showed up. He chewed on the end of his pencil as he stared at his half completed chart. Victoria was at the top, with her associates branching down from there. Each box had a name and current whereabouts. The only box with a row of question marks was the one for Undertaker. He had been around the house, Ciel was sure of that, but what he did the rest of the time was anyone's guess.

He took some satisfaction in writing "errand boys" under the Charleses. He couldn't stand those white haired assholes. From what Sebastian had said, though, they hadn't used a fraction of their full strength when they came to the club. Maybe they weren't to be underestimated. The taste of wood filled his mouth as he chewed too hard on his No. 2 pencil. He ignored it, too focused on his jumbled notes on the next page. They didn't make any more sense on paper than they did in his head.

The bell ringing made him jump. Wow, he had been paying less attention to class than he thought. He packed up his bag and pushed away from his desk. Alois was next to him as soon as he was on his feet, chattering about something that Ciel wasn't listening to. Ciel nodded as they leaned on their desks, waiting for everyone else to clear the room so they didn't get trampled, making noncommittal sounds when it seemed appropriate.

"That's interesting," he lied as they made their way to the door.

"You haven't heard a word of this, have you?"

"Sure I have."

He yelped as a hand closed on his collar and spun him around. A framed diagram on the wall rattled as he was slammed in to it and ocean blue eyes swam into focus. The teacher had left as eagerly as the students, so they were alone in the room. He was surprised by the force Alois had used; his friend had never seemed particularly strong.

"What the hell is your problem?" he demanded.

"I'm not just talking to hear my own beautiful voice! You're so obsessed with getting in the middle of your family's drama that you haven't once stopped to consider how dangerous this is."

Ciel tried to pry Alois' hand away, but it was clenched on his uniform with an iron grip. "You live for drama, I don't need a lecture from you. Furthermore I know exactly how dangerous it is. That's why I'm not going to stick my head in the sand and pretend everything's fine."

"Let Vincent handle the skeletons in his closet," Alois said, his anger abating as his words took on a pleading edge.

Ciel shoved him away. "Those skeletons have guns!"

"You're only hung up on this because Sebastian is in that closet, too."

"Of course that's what this is about," Ciel said as he straightened his blazer.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you're a selfish brat, Alois. This attitude of yours has nothing to do with worrying about my safety. You just don't like me giving my attention to anyone except you."

Alois recoiled, eyes sparkling. "You bastard."

"Yeah, what of it?"

Ciel strode out of the room, tuning out the pathetic sobs that followed him. There was too much foot traffic in the hallway for anyone to have heard their confrontation. He was supposed to have a study group but he walked right past the library. Tanaka thought he would be there for the next hour, then getting a bite to eat with them afterward which gave him a window of opportunity he couldn't pass up. He broke into a jog once he was outside before Alois could catch up.

He lost more time than he would have liked just trying to cover the few blocks between the school and the nightclub. His heart beat a little faster every time someone brushed his shoulder or bumped into him. Everyone looked sinister, like they could draw a weapon at any moment. All this criminal underworld business was making him paranoid. He was out of breath when he finally got to the club. It was still locked up, but his knock was answered by crimson hair that was longer than Grelle's skirt. Whore.

"I don't think Bassy was expecting you," she remarked.

"I didn't tell him I was coming. Is that a problem?"

She narrowed her eyes. "You would be wise to leave that attitude at the door, little boy. Don't let these heels fool you, I could put you down before you got another smart word out of your mouth."

"Noted."

He proceeded into the club. There was a mat spread out on the dance floor, but the two thrashing bodies didn't belong to drunk college girls. They belonged to Sebastian and Claude. Neither of them wore more than a pair of black track pants. No shoes, no shirt, definitely service. Ciel leaned on the bar and watched the pair who seemed oblivious to his presence. The differences between them were far more apparent without similar clothing. Claude's arms and back were tattooed and he was a bit taller than Sebastian, who didn't have any tattoos that Ciel could see, and wore gloves where his twin did not. They both had killer bodies, though. He couldn't say he was watching their sparring match because he cared about the outcome.

The muscles in Claude's back rippled as he flipped his brother, but Sebastian was as lithe as a cat when he sprung to his feet. He swept Claude before the taller man had a chance to register what was happening. Ciel snickered at the faint look of surprise on Claude's face as he collided with the mat. He got up and clapped Sebastian on the back. This seemed to mark the end of their fight, as they approached the bar where Ciel was standing.

"You seemed to be enjoying yourself" he said, raising an eyebrow at Sebastian.

"We can't be getting out of practice now, can we?"

There was only the slightest perspiration visible on Sebastian's skin. Christ, they had barely broken a sweat. Ciel made himself look away from the amount of Sebastian's body on display and meet the man's eyes. "You'll have to teach me some of those moves."

"Oh, will I?"

Ciel bristled at the amusement in his voice as he walked between the shelves of liquor into the back room. He followed, saying, "I won't keep walking around helpless. My father can try to keep me out of this if he wants to but he's a fool if he doesn't think I could be targeted."

Sebastian grabbed a clean towel from the kitchen area and ran it across his chest. He snagged one of Ciel's belt loops and pulled him closer. "You are small and not especially strong, I don't think anything more than basic defensive moves would suit you." Ciel opened his mouth to protest but Sebastian put a finger to his lips. "I will teach you how to dodge and disarm, and train you with a weapon."

He replaced his finger with his lips. Ciel backed him against the counter and returned the kiss fervently. This was the only time he got an inkling of control over Sebastian, and he never wasted an opportunity to take advantage of that. Sebastian leaned back, complacent, hands resting on Ciel's waist. His body was so warm. Ciel felt like he might burn up, but instead of pulling away he pressed harder against the taller man. He got on his tiptoes and looped his arms around Sebastian's neck. They fit together like they were meant to do exactly that.

Grelle had started music in the club. It was some of the usual mindless stuff people liked to dance to, but Ciel's usual irritation was lost in the taste of Sebastian's mouth. He didn't protest when Sebastian picked him up and spun him around to sit on the counter. Sebastian loosened his tie and pulled a few of his buttons open. He shivered as hot lips fastened to his neck. His body was already responding, tensing up with each brush of Sebastian's tongue. Damn it. He never came here with the intention of this happening, but he never did much to prevent it, either. Changing out of his uniform would be a start since this kinky bastard had a thing for it.

Sebastian moved up to kiss the top of his jaw, nose brushing his ear, and Ciel twisted away with a sound he would never admit to making. "Stop."

"Why?" Sebastian asking, repeating the motion.

Ciel could no longer hold the laughter bubbling in his throat. "Tickles!" he said, trying to push Sebastian away.

Sebastian chuckled but he took mercy on him and moved his kisses down to Ciel's exposed chest. Ciel had been holding on to the waistband of Sebastian's pants but his hand had been moving closer to the front. His fingers hesitated at the draw strings, tugging them but not moving from that spot. He knew they couldn't go far with his limited amount of time and the two people who could walk back here at any moment, but his endorphins had sent the logical part of his brain on paid vacation. He let his hand stray a little further down.

He took Sebastian's erection in a firm grasp through his trousers. Sebastian hissed against his neck and grabbed his wrist. He met Ciel's eyes with an expression of barely restrained hunger. "Careful."

"I wasn't going to hurt you," Ciel mumbled, face flaming as he was scolded like a child.

Sebastian ran his thumb across the back of Ciel's hand, a silent reassurance. "I wouldn't have minded all that much if you did. However, if I feel you touch me that way I won't be able to resist bending you over this counter and I don't want to do that."

"You don't?" The words came out unbidden and sounded, even to Ciel's own ears, offended.

Sebastian pulled him off the counter. Once Ciel was on his feet, he took the boy's face in his hands and looked down at him. It made Ciel uneasy, seeing him become serious all of a sudden. "I will defile you in almost every imaginable way but I won't pull you into some dark corner and take your virginity with my hand over your mouth. I've never taken that from someone. I won't take it lightly."

Ciel dug for a flippant answer, a smartass comment but came up empty handed. He couldn't bring himself to brush Sebastian off when he looked so sincere. He just nodded and leaned up to kiss him. Sebastian's thumbs brushed his cheekbones where he held his face. Fabric rubbed against his skin and he pulled away, pulling Sebastian's hands from his face, too. He turned them over and looked at the ever present black gloves.

"Sebastian, why do you always wear these?"

"Just a matter of preference."

He stepped back and Ciel knew better than to push the issue. He had pushed Sebastian before; he knew he wouldn't like the results. Sebastian crossed the room to retrieve his shirt from the small office. The white dress shirt made a strange combination with his casual pants but he made it look good. He nodded for Ciel to follow him down the hallway. They were going in the opposite direction from the main room of the club. Ciel gave him a curious look as they made their way through the store room, but Sebastian was staring straight ahead.

"I seem to recall you being curious about this door."

Ciel raised his eyebrows at their destination. They stood before the door that had first piqued his interest in the true nature of the club, the one with no visible way to enter. Sebastian had seemed protective over whatever secrets this door contained. The locking mechanism must have been well hidden, for there was an answering beep when Sebastian swiped a key card between the door and its frame. He pushed it open and stood aside.

The room looked innocent enough. It was clean, less dusty than the store room but every wall was stacked with rectangular crates. He walked inside and looked around. Just crates on all sides with enough space to leave access to two doors, three if he counted the one he had just entered from. He stepped to the nearest stack and ran his hand over the smooth wood. His blood seemed to run cold. He didn't know why, but it felt like he was touching Pandora's Box.

Grelle and Claude entered behind him. Claude muttered something to his brother that Ciel didn't hear. Grelle put her hand next to Ciel's. In the room's low light, her chartreuse eyes took on an eerie glow. She pushed the lid off the crate. "See? They don't bite."

At first glance it appeared to be full of wood shavings. He wiped his sweating palms on his trousers and reached further in. Under the shavings he encountered something cold and hard. He grasped the object to pull it out. It was heavier than he expected, or maybe not heavy enough. Some part of him already knew what it was.

"Good choice! That's one of my favorites," Grelle said, clapping her hands together.

He didn't expect to be calm, but then, wasn't he expecting something like this? At least it wasn't drugs.

It was, however, a machine gun.