"-That's nice. Now play your hand."
"Hello... My name is Alois Trancy."
"Do you have some sort of fetish for inflicting pain on those you hate, but being completely obsessive about somebody you have a crush on?"
"Hello... wait... wh- NO! Why would you get that idea?"
"Because... it's really quite simple, you've had your arms wrapped around my waist and have been creepily resting your chin on my shoulder ever since before the game of chess even started." He sighed deeply.
"Well... maybe I just..."
He let out a deep sigh. "Sure whatever you say." He turned his head towards Alois whose icy blue eyes that only a sadistic mother could love stared directly into the amber eyes of G. Frost. As he had come to be known. He hated being so submissive, he wanted to simply lash out and kill Alois, but Frost's own survival came first.
"You have eyes that reminded me of fresh Caramel..." Alois whispered softly and leaned forward.
"No." Frost flicked the boy on the forehead.
"Yes." Alois gently pressed his cheek against Frost's. "You smell sweet... kinda like fruit... strawberries maybe."
G. Frost picked up the chessboard and threw it across the room then turned and pointed his finger at Alois, just then the loud crashing of china and shattering of wood made him wince. his expression was stern and just as he was about to give Alois a talking to...
"You know... when you point your finger at somebody. It's always the standard that you're pointing three fingers back at yourself. It's pretty ironic, hm?" Alois was sitting on the chair with both of his legs curled up to his chest, he sighed and wrapped his arms around them, then planted his chin on his knees. He started humming.
"Know wonder he called it condemnation." Frost muttered bitterly. He forgot what he was going to say.
"Hey Frost?"
"What?"
"What happens if you melt?"
"I become water." Frost rolled his eyes.
"Really?"
"Yeah, and gullible is written on the ceiling."
"Nice try, you jackass." Alois seemed to smirk playfully.
"Shut up." Frost mumbled.
"Hey Frost?"
"What?"
"I don't think this relationship is working... how about we make a deal?"
Frost slowly tilted his head and raised an eyebrow slightly. "Huh?"
"Here are my terms... if I let you get something that you want with the money I have at my disposal... then you'll let me get something that I want... Kay?" He smiled, it looked devious. Frost didn't like this...
"What happens if I say no?"
"Then I'll get Claude to tie you up to a pole and slow-cook you over a fire... after twenty-four hours of Marination in my love... and you'll be on that pole... naked..."
He shuddered at the thought of the alternative. "Okay. Sounds good. I'll take the first option." He smiled falsely.
"Great!" Alois exclaimed.
And so the relationship between Alois and G. Frost began with a single verbal agreement... because we all know the alternative would've been a short story of erotica... instead of a long story of eventual LOVE and Hot steamy Sexiness... often requested by a couple of people... (._.)