From Friends to Lovers: Alois x Ciel

Chapter 13

Ciel's POV: I woke up, and felt Alois's arms around me. I smiled as my hands instinctively ran through his hair as I watched him sleep. His eyes slowly opened. "Good morning."he said. I swear, his just waking up voice is the hottest thing I've ever heard. "Good morning."I replied. "No nightmares?"he asked. I nodded in confirmation. Now, it was time to take the unholy terror that were my antidepressants. We walked to the kitchen, where Mey-rin was eating a rather large muffin. I forced the pills down as Alois watched me. "Why do you think you have to watch me take these?" I asked. He walked over to me, snaking his arms around me, and resting his chin on my head. His fingers traced over my old scars. "Because,"he said"I would hate myself if you did anything to yourself because of what happened, and I think the pills are really helping you."he said. He kissed me, causing Mey-rin to drop her muffin."YAOI! OHMYGOD YES!"she screamed, pumping her fists in the air, causing me to blush rapidly. "Um, anyone want coffee or tea?"I asked, changing the subject. "Coffee!" Alois and Mey-rin said in unsion. I pulled out the coffee, and put the filter and coffee in the machine. Then, I made myself some Earl Grey in my favorite mug. I poured their coffee into mugs, then got out creamers. Alois added vanilla to his, but Mey-rin drank hers without anything in it. We watched her in amazement, wondering how she didn't even put sugar in it. Suddenly, the power went out. I blindly stumbled to the door and opened it. Terrific, a rainstorm. It was one of the only days I would be willing to go outside, too.
Alois's POV: I found a lighter, and lit some candles in the living room. All three of us sat in the living room. Mey-rin had the idea that we should tell horror stories, and naturally, I went first."This is a true story, of a man named H.H. Holmes. He was one of the first documented serial killers. His body count was around twenty seven, and that's only what he confessed to. His victim count is rumored to be around two hundred. He did this by building a hotel in the rural part of Chicago, Illinois, which is in America, in the 1890's. He also designed it to be a labyrinth of rooms without windows, thus making it very hard to escape, except for Holmes, who constantly changed the building layout, and he would constantly hire and fire builders, so nobody really knew what the building really was like inside except for him. Some of the most odd features of the hotel were doors that could only be opened from the outside, a safe the size of a person, and a chute he used to dump bodies inside. Also, there were trap doors that led to the basement, where there were two gigantic furnaces, and an enormous supply of gasoline." I said, though I only really affected Mey-rin. She went next. "This is the story of Elisa Lam. The still unexplained story of Elisa Lam has been going viral lately, because of the mysterious nature of her death. Elisa was a twenty-one year old student that was reported missing while staying at a hotel in Los Angeles, California, which is also in America. Her body was discovered in the water tanks of the hotel, after guests complained that the water tasted 'funny'. Now, that's not something I find funny under any circumstance. Anyways, the last recorded moments of Elisa was of her acting strange in the hotel elevator. I've only seen the video once, and I had chills down my spine."she finished. I felt Ciel shiver a bit, and I pulled him closer. It was his turn." The Doodler is the name of the unknown American serial killer who terrorized the gay community in San Francisco California's tender area. From January 1974 to September of 1975, he was accredited with murdering fourteen gay men, and abusing three others. The way he got the name 'Doodler' is that he would lure the gay men out of the clubs to attack them. He would begin his mission at a bar, and draw a portrait of his victim, and if that led them outside, it would get real ugly real fast. The Doodler would stab his victims to death in a horrific manner. One thing that was quite odd about the Doodler, is that all of his victims were closeted homosexuals, that didn't want to come out of the closet to testify. One of the rumors, is that one of his victims was a diplomat, but didn't come out due to the nation's severe homophobia, and didn't want to be identified as gay to the public eye, because his family would be harmed due to his sexual orientation. Unfortunately, the Doodler's identity is still unknown today."he said. I noticed that this last story had me trembling, as well as Mey-rin. I pulled him onto my lap and cuddled him. "It's official, you know exactly what scares the hell out of me."I said, making him smile. He pressed his lips to mine.Then, he pulled away. "Still scared?"he asked. I gave him a small smirk. "Nope." I said. "Good."he replied. Then, the lights came back on. Ciel got off my lap, and went to see if it was still raining. It wasn't, but the whole day had gone by. Ciel and I went to his room to get changed.
Ciel's POV: We had gone back to my room to get changed, and I peeled off my shirt. Alois ran his finger along my back, probably over a bruise. "They're almost gone."he said. After we had completely changed, we flopped down on the bed. His arms were around my waist, and he said"I'm going to miss this tonight."he said. I forgot he was going home tonight. "I know this sounds crazy, but how about you move in with me?"

A/N: Well, this time I'll let you guys decide. Will Alois move in with Ciel? Comment what you think and I'll write what majority says to do. Bye, my little stars!