Hey guys! I decided to write a Alois fanfic! Read enjoy review and you will get chapter two (please dont flame...thats not nice.)

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All for the love of a Phantomhive

(A/n Alois and Ciel are 16 in this lovely tale of mine.)

Alois held the phone to phone ear, his full pink lips pulled into a seductive smile. A sparkle in his blue eyes turned them into twinkling pools of cool pale blue.

"You can come over tonight?" The blonde haired earl asked excitedly into the phone while his well dressed man servant cleaned near by, listening to his masters gleeful exclamations.

Alois continued to smile and tugged at the bottom of his little shorts, pulling them down slightly (not that that helps any…), "well then I look forward to seeing you tonight then," he purred before snapping the phone shut.

He turned to his black haired, golden eyed butler, "Claude," he called.

"Yes your Highness,' Claude inquired, his voice, deep and lovely, filled the room.

Alois giggled, and did a little twirl to express his excitement and spoke, "I need you to prepare my room, I'm having a guest tonight~.'

Claude sighed internally and pushed his unnecessary glasses up the bridge of his ivory colored nose, "of course sir," came the expected reply.

Alois smiled happily and walked towards the dinning room, his sock and boot clad legs eating up the distance between him and the dinning room entrance. The smooth pale, cream skin exposed in the gap between his socks and boot shorts was unintentionally tempting.

Clause watched his pass before heading upstairs towards his bocchan's bed chambers to prepare it.

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Alois sat at the dinning room table, his soft golden hair falling to swoop over the left side of his face partially before he brushed it away with a pale dainty hand.

The boy was not your in-your-face-handsome, like his cousin the viscount, but nor was he plain. He was a delicate, almost femine handsome, the kind that took a few minutes of gazing upon to true appreciate.

He fidgeted with a spoon, taking in the way it distorted his image. He wanted to go get Claude, but he was busy preparing his room for tonight's guest, oh what a pity.

As if in response to his thoughts Alois felt a towering presence behind him.

"Claude! Well that was quick," Alois exclaimed happily, glad to no longer be alone.

He held out one slender hand to his butler, "Show me what you've done!"

Claude looked at Alois's hand and raised one ebony eyebrow in question before taking his masters hand in his own. He couldn't help but notice how slight and delicate it felt in his own, so fragile.

Alois lead Claude back up to his room, a little pip in his stride, before pausing when he reached the door, dropping his butlers hand to point at the door, "Well! Show me in!"

Claude strode over to the door before pausing and turning to face his master, 'Your Highness, if you don't mind me asking, who is this all for?"

Alois looked over his shoulder at his butler, his perfect round face framed by golden soft downy locks of straight hair, a halo of light around him, from the lamp behind him.

A smile curved up the edges of his lips before they parted to say the words: "Ciel Phantomhive."

tada! Cliffhanger! Review if you want to know what comes next!