Aloha! Cow-chan is back :3 This is a multi-chap fic *mutter* which you don't deserve because only one person reviewed the other one *mutter*
Thank you to SSJ2 Silven! She reviewed and I PMed her and she got a FANFIC out of it. Yes. Feel bad.
Warnings: Cutting and hints of shota. Don't like? Don't flame me. Go write/read some fanfiction to take your mind off of your outrage.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters mentioned in this story, nor do I own the anime itself.
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Ever since Claude made his contract with Alois, the 15-year-old boy had kept begging him to have sex. This is precisely why Claude would never dream of that word coming out of Alois' mouth. Claude had been making Earl Grey tea for his master. The young boy had developed a fondness for it after staying at the Earl Phantomhive's mansion earlier in the year. As he walked up the stairs, a there was a sudden throb….in his penis… A resounding sigh echoed through the room. Claude adjusted his glasses and continued up the stairs.
The demon butler knew it would happen again; even demons couldn't stay without sexual relief for long, and it had been three months already. He had assumed that his contract with Alois would have ended by now, but it seemed that he would have to have sex with Alois again. There was another resounding sigh as Claude knocked on his master's door.
"Is that you, Claude? Well don't just stand there like an idiot, come in!" Alois's loud voice rang from behind the door. Clause opened the door and set the gold platter and the candelabra on the bedside table. Surprisingly, Alois was sitting up in bed, reading a book by candlelight.
"Tonight's tea is Earl Grey," said Claude, pouring the Earl Grey into a hand-painted ceramic teacup. Alois flipped a page, uninterestedly taking a sip of his tea. Claude cleared his throat and continued. "And, if it would please your Highness, I shall take you up on your offer today." Alois sipped his tea, Claude waiting impatiently for his response.
"No." When that word fell from his lips, Claude's eyes widened in shock. Alois turned another page. Claude adjusted his glasses.
"I see…" Alois did not even look up from his book as his butler left. That night, even after hours of jack-off attempts, Claude's erection still refused to go down.
For the third time that week, Claude woke up with morning wood that would not go down. So, after repeatedly fucking Thompson (he preferred Cantebury, but the other two twins were busily tending to Alois), Claude went to get the mansion ready for the Earl Phantomhive's arrival. He dusted, swept, washed, dried and polished until every surface sparkled.
As Claude finished setting out the food, the doorbell rang. Before Claude could get out of the dining room, Alois was already opening the door. "Good day, Ciel, I'm so happy you could join me for lunch today!" Alois smiled sweetly. Ciel returned the smile.
"I've been looking forward to it." Alois stepped aside and led the Phantomhive and his butler to the dining room, where their respective butlers pulled out their chairs for them.
"Today's lunch consists of crab and brie soup, chicken fricassee served with rice, roast pork with gravy, cucumbers a la poulette, stewed endive, assorted ices of various fruity flavors, including raspberry, blueberry, and cranberry, strawberries and cream, Everton toffee, and to drink, Russian blueberry wine.
As the butlers served their masters, Alois and Ciel started talking. "Did you hear about Lady Rhea's husband?" asked Ciel, delicately sipping on his wine.
"Of course I did. The whole empire knows. The poor woman, having such a brute for a husband," Alois said after nibbling on some of the chicken. Ciel's eyes saddened. "I swear," continued Alois, "the Church won't even allow her to divorce him."
"Honestly, I don't understand why marriage is so sacred. Most lords cheat on their wives and brag about it. But none of their wives ever complain to the church." Alois hummed in thought.
"How true." After lunch, the two boys went to Ciel's study to play some chess, and after four attempts, Alois succeeded in beating Ciel. After that, it was time for Ciel to say goodbye. As they stood in the doorway, the two teenagers hugged and promised to see each other again soon.
"How was your game, your Highness?" asked Claude as he unbuttoned his bocchan's (master's) clothing.
"Good. Ciel gave me some pointers."
"I see…" Claude gently pulled off his master's clothes and Alois stepped into the warm bath. Alois relaxed in the soothing water, stretching out his legs and settling his head on the small towel at the head of the bathtub. The butler retrieved the bathing cloth and softly scrubbed his master clean. When he reached the lower area, Claude gently ran the cloth over it and Alois's bath was complete. Claude drained the tub and rinsed Alois's supple body, gently caressing the boy's skin. Alois slapped his hands away.
"I refuse to be used for your sexual needs any longer, Claude." Alois's voice resonated through the quiet room.
"Your Highness, I-"
"I do not care. I refuse to let a man who does not love me, touch me." Alois said these words with such force that Claude was thoroughly baffled.
"Yes your Highness." Claude proceeded to towel the Trancy heir dry and tuck him into bed.
Claude dreamt that he was in a calm and peaceful forest. Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream pierced the air. Running through the forest, he found the source of the noise. Alois was screaming. His stomach was covered in blood. Claude tried to rush over to him, but he couldn't move. All he could do was watch in agony as his master bled out, the dry earth sucking up his fresh blood.
Claude woke up in a cold sweat. His nightshirt was soaked and sweat was running down his temple. Claude went downstairs to check the time. 5am. The Trancy butler went back upstairs and slipped back into bed, but he had a fitful sleep.
Despite his lack of sleep, Claude promptly awoke at 9am to dress and ready Alois's breakfast. He cooked a light omlette with fresh-from-the-market bacon, eggs and cheese. When the Earl finally came down for breakfast (Hannah had gotten him ready that morning), Claude was surprised to note that he looked rather serious. "Is something the matter, your Highness?" Claude asked slowly.
"No," was the short reply. Claude stared at his bocchan (master).
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." Another short answer. Claude kneeled beside his Highness and looked up at him. Alois sneered down at him with distaste. "Don't you have a mansion to clean?" Claude kept staring at his master for a few more seconds, and then rose, making his way upstairs to do just that.
By midday, Alois refused to even speak to his butler, a perpetual sneer on his face whenever the older man was present. Surprisingly, Claude found he was actually hurt by his behavior. And when he was refused the privilege of touching Alois, he found that he missed stroking the milky, smooth skin. Finally, after being denied the opportunity to bathe his master, Claude promptly resorted to his room.
Claude's head was a tornado of thoughts. He could not understand why Alois was pushing him away, nor could he understand why he was so hurt by it. He thought about the past few days, ruminating over his feelings. Did he care for Alois? Surely not. The boy had always been very lovey-dovey, and Claude had tried to make it clear that he did not, and would never love Alois. Had that changed? It had. Unbeknownst to Claude, when Alois stopped clinging onto him, he had unconsciously missed the constant presence of the teenaged boy. Over the past couple of days, Claude had gone from despising the blonde-haired boy to falling in love with him. He didn't want to be, of course, but he was in love with Alois Trancy. So, after thinking it through, Claude decided that the most beneficial course of action (for both him and Alois) was to tell the boy how he felt. Hopefully, that would get the blonde out of his cold shell.
The next day, Claude woke up early and sent the servants out for the day. After ensuring that there would be no one else around to dress Alois, Claude made his way up the main stairs of the Trancy mansion. When he came to his master's room, he knocked on the door and opened it. There, sleeping peacefully on soft silken sheets was Alois. His beautiful Alois looked so innocent and sweet when he slept, his golden hair splayed on his pillow like a halo around his head. Claude sat on the bed next to Alois and shook him awake. Alois' eyes opened slowly, took in his surroundings, and then widened.
"Ohayōgozaimasu, watashi no utsukushī masutā. (Good morning, my beautiful master.)." Claude smiled, ready to sweep Alois off of his feet and into his arms. That, however, was not what the young master had in mind, and the blond boy promptly pushed the older man away from him, and ran right out of the room, leaving a confused demon butler in his wake.
After regaining his senses, Claude rushed out the door after his love. Noticing the mansion was empty, Alois resolved to hide in the shed where Claude kept the gardening tools. But, before he could open the door, Claude pressed him into it and held him there, gripping his wrists firmly. Alois yelped from the pressure on his wrists.
"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" Claude murmured, lifting Alois's wrists to examine them for bruising. The butler gasped. Blood had seeped through the cuffs of the oversized shirt Alois was wearing. Claude pushed up the cuff and unwrapped Alois' right wrist, throwing aside the bloody bandages. There, marring Alois's flawless pale skin, were deep gashes. Claude touched the boy's wrist gently, Alois flinching when Claude's cool fingertip came in contact with the marred flesh. Claude turned Alois around and bent down to his knees. "Did you do this to yourself?" Alois turned his head away, face red with embarrassment. "Is this why I wasn't allowed to bathe you? To touch you? To dress you?" Alois ignored his butler, instead focusing on the ornate door handle he was right next to.
"It's none of your business anyway," Alois mumbled. Claude looked up into Alois' face, trying to catch his eyes.
"Why would you do this to yourself? Why? Was it something I did? Was it something I said? Wh-" Claude was cut off.
"Shut the fuck up! You moron! I hate you! I hate you so much!" Alois exclaimed, face twisting into a mask of hatred and brutality. "Get away from me, demon! That's an o-" Claude clamped his hand over Alois' mouth before he could say those condemning words. There was a fierce look on Claude's face.
"Tell me why you did this. That's all I'm asking." Claude looked deep into Alois' eyes, past the anger. He allowed his eyes to fade from black to red and delved into Alois' mind. Feeling the intrusion, Alois forced himself to push Claude out, his anger and pain aiding him in his quest. Annoyance settled over Claude's features. "Why are you still fighting me?" Alois looked into Claude's eyes with a defiant glare, attempting to sidestep Claude and run back upstairs. Claude grabbed him around the waist and sat him down. "Tell me why." Claude intoned. Alois' face fell in defeat. He was exhausted from both his emotional pain and his mental fatigue.
"I thought if I made the pain physical, it would be easier to deal with," Alois said weakly, head still hanging. Claude lifted the boy's chin to look into his eyes.
"What does that mean?" Tears fell down Alois' cheeks.
"After all I've been through, don't you think I want a little companionship? Even if you couldn't love me that way, we could have been friends! I poured my heart out to you. I told you everything that happened to me and all I've been through," Alois sniffled, "I loved you so much. But I was broken when I met you. And I made the mistake of attaching myself to you. I made the mistake of loving you, of trusting my butler, the person I'm supposed to rely on, with my heart. You are no true butler. No butler would treat their master like this. You don't realize how cold you are to me. And it hurts. It hurts worse than these cuts on my wrists." Claude's eyes were saddened. It was true. He has always been cold to the boy. And even when Alois had explained what had happened to him, he hadn't really been paying attention, only pretending to. Claude cupped Alois' cheek and kissed him.
"I am truly sorry. I promise to love you from now on," tears welled up in Claude's eyes, the first tears he had shed since becoming a demon, "Watashi wa anata o tebanasu koto wa arimasen (I will never let you go.). Alois looked at Claude calmly, as if assessing the situation. He sighed, tears sliding down his cheeks.
"I don't want you unless you can earn my love. If I am to give you a second chance, you will work for it. Every hug and kiss, every touch, and every privilege you used to get will now cost you. You can earn them by doing and saying nice things, like taking me out on dates, buying me flowers, etc. And," here Alois paused, "Sex is off-limits." Claude stared at Alois. He was serious.
"Okay. I understand. Now let's clean up those wounds." And with that, Claude carried his master up the main stairs.