A/N: To be honest I kind of hate Alois Trancy, but my friend suggested I do this as a personal challenge, and as I began writing this, I started to understand his appeal. It was supposed to be a oneshot but I have a few ideas on how to continue this, so maybe I'll update later. I tried to keep him as canon as possible and I think I did decent enough. Feedback is always welcome so don't be shy and leave a comment ^^ Thank you all for reading and following! Enjoy~

"How would you like a new job?"

She scoffed. "What kind of job?"

"Nothing worse than what you're already doing."

She eyed the tall man suspiciously. "I earn a decent wage here. What could you possibly have to offer?"

"You'd be working exclusively for an Earl. Your job would come with all the spoils of working for one."

She raised an eyebrow. "You want me to be a maid for some stuck up rich boy?"

The dark man adjusted his glasses, showing small hints of irritation. "Something along those lines, yes. You are to tend to His Highness's bursts of…impulse."

She laughed, rolling her eyes. "His Highness? You've got to be kidding me. What's his name?"

"Alois Trancy, miss."

Her eyes grew wide and she grabbed the man by the collar. "You work for Alois Trancy?"

He ripped her arms off of his otherwise clean shirt and adjusted himself once more. "Please, Miss, I need to keep an appropriate appearance."

She cackled. "I bet you do."

"Shall I take that as a yes?"

"I want a nice dress. And my own room. A nice one. A manor like that will definitely have a nice room for me."

"You may have your own room unless His Highness requests otherwise."

She looked at him somewhat hesitantly. "What's your name?"

"Claude Faustus, Miss."

"Call me Iris."

"Yes, Miss Iris."

"Fine. Let's go. I'm tired enough as is."

Claude bowed slightly, his hand over his chest, "Very good Miss," he said, holding the door of the carriage open for her.

As they pulled up to the mansion, her mouth dropped. It was one of the largest estates she had ever seen, and the grounds were kept to the highest standard. Earl Trancy no doubt was a man with a lot of money. Claude helped her step out of the carriage and they made their way into the manor. She fidgeted with her hair, combing it with her fingers in a rushed manner. Claude introduced her to the other servants of the house, and instructed her to follow Hannah.

"When will I meet the Earl?" she said as she followed Hannah down the maze of corridors.

"I'll help you get ready for His Highness, Miss."

"What's wrong with how I look now?"

"Earl Trancy has high standards, Miss."

She rolled her eyes but let Hannah lead her into a large room with one of the biggest beds she had ever seen. The covers and blankets looked terribly plush. She could sleep forever on something like that. "Is this my room?"

"No, Miss." Hannah said as she began to help Iris out of the dress. Figures Iris thought. Of course something as nice as this wouldn't be for her. Hannah pulled out a gorgeous silk dress with a tight purple corset. Iris looked from the dress to Hannah. "I-is that for me?"

"Yes, Miss."

After a quick bath, Hannah helped Iris dry off and began to put her dress on. Iris had to hold her breath as Hannah tightened the corset around her small waist. She exhaled dramatically. "Bloody hate corsets." She muttered under her breath. The skirt of the dress fell elegantly to her feet and she twirled, enjoying the way the fabric felt on her skin. "So will this be my uniform or what?" Hannah bowed her head, "That is up to His Highness." She explained. Iris nodded.

"Please sit, Miss. I'll do your hair."

Hannah brushed it thoroughly, and pinned two strands from either side of her face together, uniting them in a neat braid. "You're not doing it up?" Iris asked. "His Highness prefers long hair." She explained. As Iris was led down the hall into the main parlor, she couldn't help but stare in awe of everything around her. It was all so clean, so elegant, so…rich.

Claude was waiting for them, standing next to a chair facing the opposite wall when they arrived. He cleared his throat, and the chair began to spin around, revealing none other than Earl Trancy himself. He jumped up, squealing excitedly.

"She's an absolute pearl, Claude!" He ran up to her, staring at her face.

"Your Highness, this is Miss Iris."

"Iris!" he shouted. She jumped at the loudness of the sound. "She's a Lady now, Claude. Refer to her as such."

"Yes, Your Highness."

"I am the great Earl Alois Trancy. But you can call me Alois!" He spun around as he said so, clapping his hands when he had finished his sentence. "Do you dance, Iris?" he asked her. "Only just a bit, Your Highness." She said, unsure of how to refer to him. "Ah, ah, ah," he said, waving his hand at her. "A-lo-is." He told her, smiling widely when he got to 'is.' Iris bowed her head, feeling strangely out of place.

"Claude! Hannah! Prepare some music! I want to dance with my new pet."

He dragged her into the large ballroom that boasted an incredible chandelier. He spun her around and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her up against his chest, as Claude began to play a tune on the piano. "Do you like your dress?" he asked her, swaying them around.

"I believe I should be asking you that."

He chuckled. "You're very beautiful. You can keep it if you wish."

"That's very kind of you."

"Anything you want, ask me."

She nodded, just before he spun her around in dizzying twirls. "How old are you?" he said excitedly. "Sixteen." She replied easily.

He laughed. "I'm only fifteen but I'm still taller than you!"

She bowed her head. "Indeed, my lord." A hand met her face with a large smack and she stood frozen, wondering what she had done wrong. "Next time I have to tell you my name it'll be much worse than that. Don't tell me you've forgotten it already." He shouted at her angrily. She brought a shaking hand up to her throbbing cheek, staring at the Earl. His sudden shift in mood frightened her more than she cared to say. She had seen men like this before, and they tended to be the most dangerous.

"Forgive me, Alois." She shivered.

He laughed, taking her back into his arms and resuming the dance. "That's better." She was on edge for nearly the rest of the evening; spending time with Alois Trancy was like walking on eggshells. After a few more dances, Alois dropped his hands from around her and yawned loudly. "I'm bored." He declared, then looked at her curiously. "Are you hungry?"

"No," she said, shaking her head.

"Claude, escort her to my room. I'll be there shortly."

She stood waiting in Alois's room, which was even finer than the room where Hannah had helped her dress. There was a grand window with drapes that hung all the way to the floor, and a grand chandelier that took up nearly half the ceiling. His bed was larger than in the previous room as well, and she figured spending the night with the Earl was a small price to pay to sleep in a bed as luxurious as that one. Unless of course, he kicked her out once he was done with her. It was somewhat of a depressing thought, but a thought she was used to, so it did not sting her so sharply. Even if she couldn't sleep in this bed, she was sure Claude had a room prepared just for her. Which was more than what she had before. So nonetheless, she was grateful.

Alois entered, his boots clanking on the floor, announcing his presence. He fell backwards onto the bed, laughing and rolling around. "This will be fun! Come sit with me." He said, patting a spot on the bed. She walked over to him, sitting down next to him on the plush mattress. Claude entered with a bowl of strawberries and placed them on the night table closest to them. "Perfect! You're excused Claude, we're not to be disturbed." Claude bowed his head, hand on his chest. "Yes, Your Highness."

Once the door clicked closed, Alois jumped up to grab the strawberries, and plopped down on the bed. "I love strawberries," he said, somewhat seductively, "My favorite part is when the juices run down my face." She shifted uncomfortably. "Would you like one?" he asked.

"No thank you."

His face fell dark, giving her a glare that sent shivers down her spine.

"Perhaps you could feed one to me?" she tried, hoping to elicit a happier response from the Earl. She was rewarded with another slap to the face. "I'm the Earl! I don't serve anyone!"

"My apologies."

"You're so pathetic," he scoffed, "Who knew someone as pretty as you would be so boring?" Her heart began to pound. If he got tired of her no doubt she would be kicked out into the cold without even a carriage ride back into town. She had to come up with something quickly. If he liked playing Earl then she could play the part of a servant. She had done worse, after all. She quickly reached for the bowl and picked out a strawberry, putting half of it in her mouth. She bit into it slowly, as seductively as she could manage. It was ripe and freshly rinsed, so the sweet juices slid easily down the side of her mouth. She carefully snaked her tongue out, licking up the excess and biting her lip for good measure. The whole time Alois only stared at her with bright eyes, his lips parted so that his mouth stood slightly agape.

Without warning he grabbed her roughly by the hair, pressing his lips against hers in a bruising kiss. "Better," he said, "Now feed me." She did as she was told, placing a plump strawberry in his mouth. For a moment she hesitated, unsure if she should do the idea that had passed through her mind. But it was worth the risk. As the juice inevitably slid out of his mouth and onto his chin, she leaned in closer to him, looking from his eyes to his mouth, and licked the stray juice, all the way up until she traced his lower lip with her tongue.

He ripped the strawberry from her hand and tossed it harshly on the ground. The world rushed past her as Alois pushed her back on the bed, hovering above her as his hands bruised her wrists. "I'm going to make you want me," he said, a smirk on his lips, "And you'll be screaming my name." Her only response was a shaky breath that left her lips. Alois let out a cackle. "That nervous already? Tell me. How does that sound? Are you excited?"

"Of course, Alois."

He sat up, getting off of her, rubbing his chin, thinking. "Alois does have a good ring to it. And like I told you earlier, you're my Lady now,so there's no need for you to address me as a servant." He snapped his fingers, an idea coming to his mind. "When you enter this room, you'll address me as 'Master.' In bed you'll be my slave." He gave a devilish laugh, caressing her cheek. "Do you like that, my pet?"

She bowed her head, trying to keep her eyes innocent. "Yes, Master."

Alois squealed. "Undress me." He ordered. She did as she was told, but when she got to his trousers he held his hand up, stopping her. "Stand up." She did. He leaned back on the bed, resting on his elbows, watching her. He cocked his head to the side. "Those colors look good on you, I'll have Hannah make you a special outfit." he said, "But for now, I think I'd prefer them off of you." She nodded, undoing the dress and letting it slip past her shoulders onto the floor. Alois didn't even flinch, which threw her off slightly. She was used to dirty men drooling over her body. But then again, Alois wasn't dirty. He wasn't even fully a man yet.

"Turn around."

He nodded as she completed the circle. "You have attractive curves," he said, standing up and dropping his trousers, "Impress me." She walked over to him, dropping to her knees and licking his member in one long stroke. At this he did flinch. She smiled, looking up at him before taking his head into her mouth and sucking hard. He gave a light groan as he clasped a bit of her hair. She took all of him easily, and it seemed he hadn't been expecting it because he clenched her hair with both hands, a sharp gasp escaping his lips. She began bobbing her head up and down, sucking and trailing her tongue in zig-zag patterns across his sensitive skin. He began meeting her halfway, bucking his hips into her mouth, not trying to suppress his groans anymore.

With a sharp tug of her hair he pulled her away, gasping. She stayed on the ground, returning to her previous position on her knees. "Was that pleasant, Master?" she asked, staring at the ground. "Shut up!" He said through gritted teeth, pulling her hair so that she stood up. "Get on the bed," he said, practically throwing her on. He crawled on top of her, a smirk on his face. "Don't think I don't know where Claude found you." He whispered into her ear, "But don't worry, I'll take care of you now," he licked her earlobe, "And now you've made me nice and hard, so when I shove my shaft into you can't help but scream."

Something about his tone scared her. Alois had proven himself to be unpredictable. Who knew how this night would play out? His face hovered just above hers, his hair falling spasmodically across his face. It was the first time she had noticed how clear his blue eyes were. She blushed without meaning to; never before had she had a client so handsome. Alois seemed to notice the color on her cheeks, and he smirked playfully. "Don't tell me you're embarrassed now?" She shook her head, "No, Master."

He lowered his head and began to suck on her neck slowly, not nearly hard enough to elicit a gasp or moan, but just enough to get her blood flowing. Before long she was involuntarily rubbing her thighs together. As soon as he noticed this he pried her legs open, keeping them separate. "No cheating, pet." He brought his mouth back to hers, teasingly licking her lips as his hands snaked up her curves, memorizing the feel of her skin. Her breathing was becoming more ragged. His eternal slowness was sending her into somewhat of a frenzy. She had never been forced to wait so long, and the pooling between her thighs was getting worse and worse, especially when his hands found her breasts.

"Ungggg." She tried to bite back the sound but couldn't help it. Alois gave her a grin that frightened her. He flicked her nipple with his tongue and squeezed the other with his hand. She clenched the sheets, her back arching reflexively. "Your breasts are sensitive." He breathed into her chest, taking the opportunity to suckle them, biting playfully on her nipples. "Y-yes they are M-m-m-master." With his mouth still on her breasts, his hands slid past her curves towards her seeping juices. His fingers just grazed her tender folds and she jerked beneath him. He laughed. "You're so powerless, aren't you pet?"

"I'm wet for you, Master." She moaned. He trilled his fingers and she jerked again. "Not enough." He said.

"M-master?"

He let out a cackle, his fingers teasing her entrance. "That's it pet, beg for it."

"P-please. Just a little more."

To her surprise he rammed two fingers into her wetness, pumping hard. Her knuckles began to go white as she began to clench the sheets a bit tighter. She had expected him to tease her, pumping his fingers into her with uneven thrusts and patterns, but he didn't. He kept a steady rhythm, careful to watch her body's responses, building her up skillfully. Her eyes closed, and she moaned. Just as suddenly as he had started, he stopped, his fingers still inside her, not moving. She whined in protest, the disappointment on her face undeniable.

"Yes!" he exclaimed, "That face! That's a beautiful face. Tell me pet. Tell me what you want."

Iris may have sex for a living, but no one had ever teased her quite as successfully as Alois. Her clients were greedy and finished rather quickly, and she had faked it too many times to count, but for the first time in a long time, she actually did want this. "You," she scratched his torso, "Please, Master. Please give me all of you."

"All of me is a bit greedy, wouldn't you say?" he licked her neck.

"A-am I allowed to be greedy, Master?"

He bit her lip playfully, tugging on it with a visible smirk on his lips while he stirred his fingers inside her. A whining moan left her lips as her nails dug into his shoulders. Her mind raced. She hoped it didn't hurt him; being smacked in the face at a time like this would be less than pleasant.

"Th-then just your fingers. Please. Anything."

"That desperate?" he grinned, pressing his thumb against her clit.

She screamed, her back arching, and her hand quickly went to cover her mouth. He licked her ear. "It's all right pet, they can't hear us." Her breathing was heavy and ragged, her mind spiraling in dizzying patterns. "Tell me again. What do you want?"

"You, Master. I want you."

He twirled his thumb around her clit and she tried (unsuccessfully) to bite back a scream. "I think," he said, as he continued to tease her clit, "That you can be a little better at begging."

"Please," she clawed the sheets desperately, a thin layer of sweat apparent on her body, "I'll do anything." She looked at him, eyes pleading, "Please," she whimpered. He grunted, removing his fingers and shoving his full length into her, causing her to scream.

"Fuck. You're tighter than I thought you'd be."

She couldn't stop moaning beneath him. He was definitely on the larger side, filling her up deliciously. Her hands formed fists on his shoulders as he thrusted deep and hard into her.

"Oh Ma-a-a-a-ahhhhh…"

"That's right," he said in between pants, "Tell me. Tell me how good I feel."

Her nails raked down his back, "Ssss-ooo…bi-i-i-gggg…"

He chuckled wickedly, taking her nipple into his mouth, and it earned him another shrill scream.

"You're close, aren't you pet?"

A whimper was all she could manage as she nodded her head fiercely, her back arching so that her breast went deeper into his mouth.

"Scream my name, pet. Scream it." He panted, thrusting harder and harder with each word.

"Aloisss," she moaned, "Aloi-i-ssssss." The little ball of pleasure that had been building up within her was just about to burst, and she couldn't take it any longer, "A-ah-AHH! ALOIS!"

With a final pump and a few curses Alois came inside her, filling her with his warm seed. He collapsed on top of her, both bodies panting with drunken pleasure.

He kissed her tenderly on the cheek, wrapping his arms around her. "I hope I didn't hurt you before." He said, his voice soft. He looked so young just then, when he spoke to her. For whatever reason pity tugged at her heart. "Not at all, Master. I was out of turn." He smiled and kissed her lips. "Call me Alois." He looked at her, his fingers drawing lazy patterns on her skin. He brought his hand up to touch her cheek tenderly. "Stay with me tonight." She nodded.

"If you weren't my pet would you stay?"

She looked at him, something hard in his eyes she had not noticed before. "I would." She answered. He glared at her. "Why?"

She thought a moment. "You're very handsome. And this bed is very comfortable," she said laughing, "Because of you I was able to wear a dress made out of fabric, this incredible fabric. I never knew cloth could be so soft," she paused slightly, her thoughts getting the best of her, "I'm very grateful." She summed up.

He faced the ceiling, not saying anything for a while. "I can get you another one if you want. As many as you'd like." They sat in silence for a while, before she spoke up again.

"Would it be all right if I rested my head on your chest?"

He turned to look at her. "You want to?"

Her eyes lowered shyly, "It's something I've never done before. Forgive me. I shouldn't have spoken."

"No, no." Alois jumped in quickly, nudging his arm under her. "It's fine."

She rested her cheek on his bare skin, enjoying the ba-dum of his heart, her face rising and falling with his every breath. Her eyes began to flutter closed, feeling suddenly heavy.