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Now, let's see what happens when our favorite psychopath is being a little too irate for dear Claude...
"NOTE TO SELF: tables make for great impromptu beds" -Claude Faustus, slip of paper found in the butler's bedroom.
Alois Trancy was an intolerable master at the best of times. He was often selfish, chaotic, moody, and short-tempered. In his mood changes, Alois could become overwhelmed by his emotional instability and entrapment in past grief, breaking down and looking for comfort in Claude. Even though his master disgusted Claude generally, Alois' psychotic nature was an intoxicating draw. However, today Claude's master was testing his patience.
Alois awoke this morning by the sunlight streaming into his bedroom window. The light was muted by the white curtains, tingeing the room in a golden aura. Alois stretched out in his oversized bed, trying to work the sleep out of his system. He glanced towards the window with one round frosty eye before opening both in surprise. Alois knew by the deep color of the sunlight that his butler failed to wake him at the appropriate time. Boy, did this annoy Alois like no other.
"Claude!"
Claude Faustus appeared at the young master's bedroom door within mere seconds of being called for. Claude was already prepared for Alois' reaction to his late start of his morning. He internally sighed in exasperation at the sight of Alois, knees to his chest, with a pout in full swing.
"Yes, my lord?"
Alois unfolded himself to perch on the end of his bed.
"What time is it, dear Claude?" Alois spoke with an acidic high-pitched tone, the usual warning to his misbehavior.
"9am, your Highness."
"Oh goodness! I wonder what happened to 7:30 then." The young blonde master's voice changed out of annoyance and sarcasm.
"I apologize your Highness, but you simply refused to rise when I came promptly at 7:30 this morning. You told me quite clearly to leave, or else you'd strip me into pieces and use me as your morning's bacon. I daresay I wanted to avoid your attempt at discipline."
Claude looked down at Alois who was pondering his forgotten earlier instructions. Claude knew that Alois would forget his change of plans because that's just what he did. The little brat was always trying to squeeze more sleep into the schedule, and would then blame his staff for his minor indiscretions.
Alois let out a sigh and stretched out backwards onto his mattress. He made a show out of stretching his back and rotating his hips, giving himself a lengthened and curvy appearance. He looked toward Claude and let out a sharp giggles. He figured Claude wouldn't be amused. Alois sat back up and stared at his ever-stoic demon butler.
"Well, I suppose that is something that I would say. Although, I can't imagine why you wouldn't try waking me up subsequent times. You know how busy my schedule is, Claude."
Well there it was. Claude knew there was always an out with his spoiled master, and today wouldn't be any different. Not to mention his blatant act for attention, sprawling so sensually on his bed. Who did this kid think he was?
Claude finally was able to get his unruly master into the dining room to take his breakfast. Sweet blueberry oatmeal was served with cream, expertly paired with a light white berry tea. Claude was quite proud of his creation, and yet his Highness turned his nose up at the steaming bowl of oatmeal.
"Claude, I don't want oatmeal," his Highness whined. "Make me something else!"
Claude withheld a sigh and instead asked "What may I get you then, your Highness?"
Alois just sat there with his customary pouty face, pushing his full lower lip out. Alois actually had no idea what he wanted from Claude this morning. Correction: Alois knew what he wanted from Claude, but had no idea what he wanted instead for breakfast. He just said that to get a rise out of Claude; he loved seeing Claude angry—it gave him an odd satisfaction.
Claude had a feeling that his bratty master was just trying to make him angry. It happens only when his Highness was bored of his daily routine. Claude was already losing his patience with Alois, most likely because of the frustrating start to the morning. Instead of giving in to the satisfaction of making that demanding child stop pouting, he bowed and quietly left the room to fetch something new for breakfast.
After years of serving his Highness, Claude really shouldn't have been surprised by Alois' denial of Claude's second choice for breakfast—biscuits glazed with honey, served with berries and cream. But alas, Claude still found himself clenching his jaw as accusations of being a sissy butler flew at him from across the dining table. Filled to the brink with frustration, Claude leaned down menacingly at his young master's side.
Alois' eyes grew wide with surprise as Claude's closeness. The young boy could feel Claude's hot breath on his face. Alois couldn't help himself and allowed a quick glimpse at the demon butler's full lips before refocusing on Claude's angry eyes. Claude was momentarily taken aback by his Highness' wanton glance at his own lips, but the desire was clear to Claude in Alois' crystal blue eyes. Oh, this could be fun, the butler mused.
"Perhaps his Highess would prefer something sweet for breakfast?" Claude asked while pulling the white saucer of berries and cream towards him and Alois. He stuck a slender finger into the whipped cream and reached out to his bratty master's stubbornly full lips. Claude circled Alois's mouth with the rich cream, eliciting a short sigh from the boy. Claude forced his finger into the blonde's mouth, who took it graciously.
Alois was having a hard time hiding his excitement from Claude. He was certainly surprised at his butler's sudden actions. So much so, that Alois absently began sucking on Claude's infiltrating finger. Claude's pupils flared as he watched Alois swivel his cool tongue on Claude's skin.
Claude quickly removed his finger from his Highness' mouth and instead replaced it with his own lips. Claude carefully licked off the cream from his master's lips and moved the sweet taste back into Alois's mouth. Claude groaned with impatience as the boy below him squirmed in his seat, stretching upwards to stroke Claude's hair and pull him down closer.
Claude lifted the smaller boy off of the chair and up onto the large dining table. To the butler's immediate distaste the silk tablecloth rumpled under his blonde master as he stretched out on the table. Alois pushed the bowls of food out to the sides as he lay backwards, causing them to fall off the table with a crash. Claude followed his master onto the table and hovered inches from the other's face.
Alois stretched his head upwards to catch Claude in another resounding kiss. Tongues battled for dominance. Alois bit down on his lover's tongue hard enough to draw blood. Both master and servant could taste a tinge of copper over the sweetness of the kiss. Claude ran his hands down the front of the blonde's small frame. Alois let out a small moan, making Claude smirk.
Claude broke the kiss for some much needed air. Alois looked up at Claude through hooded eyes, lust evident by the darkened blue they held. Claude thought his blonde brat looked like sin itself, assuredly wanting more than just kisses. Claude forced Alois' chin upwards to expose the white length of his neck. Claude bent down and began lapping the soft skin willingly given to him. He heard his master's breath hitch as he bit down at the nape of his neck.
Alois began to grab frantically at his butler's jacket buttons, trying to rip it away from his body. He wanted to feel the demon's skin on his own and gratify his own selfish needs. The demon butler complied by peeling off his own jacket and dress shirt. Claude helped Alois undress himself. This boy is so utterly helpless without me, he thought to himself. Claude sat up a bit to look down at Alois one more time. He was now stripped down to his undershorts and quivered ever so slightly beneath the larger man.
"Claude, what's taking you so long?" Alois asked in a lustful voice, somehow still able to sound stern. "I need you now."
Claude could not explain why those words made his devilish heart beat faster. "Yes, your Highness," he whispered to the beautiful blonde.
It wasn't long after that that both of them were fully undressed and panting for breath. Claude had been running his hands all over Alois, preparing him for their union. He left small love-bites in trails around his master's stomach and right side. Claude gracefully flipped Alois onto his belly. The boy pulled his knees up under himself, knowing what pleasure was soon to come.
Claude spent some time preparing his master with his fingers. Claude stretched the younger one's muscles with twisting and scissoring motions, making him cry out with soft whimpers. Claude sped up the invasion of his master, earning him a more throaty response. Alois was getting desperate for release, and he ached all over for more attention. He was just beginning to doubt if Claude was still there behind him when he felt something wet around his ring of muscles. It was an odd, dirty sensation—but it matched Alois Trancy completely for its unusualness.
Claude was glad to hear such grateful replies from the kisses and laps he gave to his master from behind. It was strange, but it felt so very good. Claude wasn't able to bear the pressure building in his own member anymore, and gave a final long lick. Without warning to his blonde partner, Claude began pushing himself into Alois' small opening. Alois opened his eyes in surprise and gave a short yelp. Claude smirked from behind.
"Your Highness, I'm sure you know it'll be easier if you relax," Claude said in a low tone.
Almost imperceptivity, Alois nodded in response to Claude's statement. Of course he knew this, but Claude's member was so much warmer and much larger than he was expecting. Once Claude was all the way inside his master, he waited until he felt his master relax around him. Slowly, he began moving inside of the blonde.
The boy let out a low moan, lowering his head to the table. Claude moved inside of him at a consistent beat, sliding in and out. The pressure was becoming uncomfortable for Alois until Claude pulled his bottom upwards slightly, shocking him when hitting that special spot inside. At this, Alois let out a louder and more appreciative moan.
Claude made a point to hit the blonde's sweet spot with every thrust. Hearing his master's cries of enthusiasm pulled a deep groan from Claude's own lips. Their pace got faster and less coordinated, each participant racing towards their completion. They ground against each other ferociously, Alois grabbing the tablecloth and Claude digging into Alois' hide. Alois finally came with a raw moan of Claude's name, spewing white fluid onto his own stomach. Claude met his climax right after Alois, spreading himself deep inside of his blonde Highness.
They both laid still on the table, trying to gain their breath. Both of them listened to the pounding of their own heartbeats and the jagged breath from the other. Claude eventually slid himself slowly out of Alois, causing a bruised empty feeling inside of his master. Alois rolled around to face Claude who still hovered above him. He cupped the butler's face in his hands, and ran them down to hold onto his neck. They looked almost lovingly at one another, the original argument far from their present thoughts.
A few chaste kisses were passed between master and servant. Hands tenderly covered love wounds. Soft breath was sighed onto one another's skin. It wasn't until they were dressed again that someone broke the silence.
"Claude, I'm not fond of this tablecloth. Are you?" Alois rested a finger on his face in false thought, looking at the stained and rumpled tablecloth.
"No, your Highness. What should be done with it?" Claude also eyed the tablecloth in question.
"Burn it," Alois responded with a lopsided grin.
Claude smirked back. "Yes, your Highness."