Rated T for sex references
Pairing: Claude Faustus and Alois Trancy
Manga/Anime: Kuroshitsuji II - Black Butler season 2
Romance/Poetry
A/N: Just an, erm, I'm not sure what this is. I just wrote it up quickly for Claude and Alois. I am bummed the secound series ended. The whole thing is written from Alois' pov. I am aware Claude is not a devil, but demon, devil… what's the difference… *Cough* Anywho, it's short and pretty simple I'd say. I hope you enjoy.
Devour Me.
Hypnotize me, with eyes that burn with passion.
Touch me, with hands that know no boundaries.
Devour me, with a mouth that feasts on lonely souls.
Come to me, falling into an illusion and a body, disappearing into darkness.
I kneel before you on bruised knees, selling my soul to the devil himself. In a chamber of lust, full of passion and sin. A world with bitter meaning, a world where your body was all you needed.
Delving into sexual desire and pain. Once you come in, there's no way back to reality again.
Your brittle finger tips touch my warm beating heart, your devilish smirk. You are but a beautiful form of the devil. A sweet gentle kiss, savouring the bitter taste of blood on your lips.
Delve into me, deeper and deeper. Loosing ourselves in the moment of heat, as you caress the smooth skin on my body, of which you wish to eat.
Don't hold back, this is what we both want. My body, my soul are now all your own.
Have me in whichever way you desire, I will not decline your advances of forbidden acts. Your deadly poison has still yet to take its toll on me, so for now, let me enjoy the pain that comes along with your touch.
A tainted love I wished so hard to believe was true. What would a demon like you want with a worthless human as I?
Do not whisper my love, there is no need for words. I know how you feel, simply show me with your movements.
Make me scream, make me moan. As I writhe in the ecstasy you give unto my already dead soul, soon to be within your own.
How many has loved and died in the arms of your cold embrace. I can only wonder.
Who am I to think I was so special, to think that I had but a chance to be your only. The devil does not love one, but loves many with the promise of a new soul.