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Chapter 2

The room was dark, Alois had forbidden Claude to light up the lamps, and the only source of light was the full moon that shone coldly and apathetically. But even its access had been limited to only one window.

Claude glanced at his "master" as he undressed himself. The boy was half-turned toward him, his hands slow and methodical in taking off his clothes, his head slightly tilted to the side and his eyes empty. He looked like a doll- a beautiful and perfect, but hollow creature. Even hollower than before.

The demon tore his gaze from his form and quickened his pace in shedding his clothes. He wanted to get this over... and quickly. The brat would surely want him to be gentle and caring, to pretend that he cared. He shivered in disgust at the thought.

When he finished he turned toward Alois. The boy was in front of the window, whose curtains weren't tightly shut, the night breeze dishevelled his hair, creating a golden halo around his head and the moon rays made his naked skin shine with heavenly glow. All in all he was a repulsive sight.

Stifling a sigh, because demons didn't complain, Claude neared him and wrapped his hands around the brat's waist. Immediately, he felt how his body shook with disgust, but he took control over it. He had been in that body for millenniums and he'd done far worser things than making love to a boy that probably was in love with him. He just had to keep his instincts in check. Claude tightened his grip and placed a gentle kiss on the other's neck.

His 'master' stirred and threw his head backward, resting it on the demon's shoulder and making the eye-contact possible. His face was twisted into a grimace that Claude with shock realized was anger. He had seen the brat happy, sadistic, cruel, apathetic and even sad earlier today... but angry? Never.

"What do you think you are doing?" Alois snarled. The hands that until now were resting on the window-sill dropped over the demon's and gripped his wrists. Claude could feel the grip like a vice, could feel the pressure, but no pain followed, after all demons didn't feel it. But if he wasn't a supernatural creature, he would have winced, he knew that. A wonder how a boy could have so much strength passed through his mind.

"Giving you what you wanted," replied the demon, for the first time in centuries doubting a hypothesis of his and namely that the brat, his 'master', wanted his love.

Alois' eyes hardened and turned into a pair of cold sapphires, if Claude wanted to be poetic about the whole thing. And it kind of was- tragically poetic and just way too much for his taste. He repressed the revulsion, and was it just him or it happened far too frequently tonight?

A hand snuck behind his neck and pushed his head down, and he let it, obediently. Seconds later his lips connected with the brat's. He had expected a slow, loving and gentle kiss... he couldn't have been more wrong. Alois abused his mouth roughly and when Claude decided to return the favour the offending tongue retreated just for a moment, enough for the demon to have his own bitten to blood. Alois sucked on his tongue and moaned at the taste of fresh blood.

Taking advantage of the situation and the utter shock the demon was still in, the blond started pushing Claude toward the bed until the demon's legs hit it. One last gentle push and Claude laid sprawled on the bed and Alois didn't waste a moment in climbing on top of him. He bent down and kissed him, and the demon, who the fall had made shake off the shock, responded just as passionately. He didn't want to admit it, but this was so much better than he had thought, this way he could have a passable time, too.

"This is what I want," whispered in a husky voice Alois when he broke the kiss. He lowered himself toward the other's groin and rubbed against the soft member. "I want it hard and fast, no gentleness, no care. I want to feel it! So much that later on that will be the only thing I think about."

Claude smirked, that was perfect for him. He tried to will his body to react to the one on top of him, and it wasn't that hard given the fact that the blond had been rutting against him like a cat in heat. Just from the memory his cock twitched and when the blond, who had stopped moving and now just stood there in all his naked glory, felt it, he tilted his head back and laughed. It wasn't his usual cold and malicious laugh, nor the fake giggle he used to mask that he was falling apart. It was the most genuine laugh Claude had ever heard from him and it made him question the blond's sanity.

"No need to force yourself, just lay back and relax. In fact, I don't want you to do anything more than just lay there." And there it was that sad smile again. Honestly, humans... But, after all, orders were orders and Claude had no other option than obey... for now.

Alois dipped down to kiss him again. It started off as a gentle and lingering kiss and Claude was just wondering what happened to the little speech the brat gave him less than 5 minutes ago, when Alois changed the pace to a desperate and hungry one and Claude immediately responded. He bit and sucked on the other's lips, figuring out that if they both enjoyed the same thing he could take some part in it, not lay there like some lifeless doll, that was just below him.

Claude was just getting into it, when his 'master' broke the kiss to gulp in the so much needed for him air. The demon patiently, after all Alois wasn't dead... yet, waited for him to bend down so they could continue the fierce kissing. But nothing of that sort happened. The blond did bend down, but his lips only grazed over pale skin as they moved down his body, toward his navel, then up again, a little faster. Alois buried his head in the scruff of the demon's neck and mumbled something that went unheard from the other. When he lifted his head, in his eyes there was a hint of hesitation, barely there and yet speaking volumes... if there was someone willing to hear.

Alois blinked and it disappeared, replaced by determination. The boy lifted himself, but before the demon could say anything it became crystal clear what the boy's intentions were. He turned his back toward Claude and sat on his chest. Then, he bent down and reached for the demon's member. Claude gasped when unusually cold hands wrapped around his quivering flesh and then moaned when they moved, caressing him with a combination of childlike curiosity and long-lived experience.

„You are good," praised Claude, even if he knew there was no need of that.

„You are far from my first," muttered Alois with a hollow voice and the demon wondered if his breath really had hitched before he had replied. Nonetheless, those words made his insides turn. There was a reason why demons refused to take anyone who wasn't a virgin and that had nothing to do with their purity. Just that the simple thought that they had shared something with a human was able to make them want to throw up. Then, he remembered that the only human ever touched that body was dead, he, himself, had killed him, and that made him feel a little more... satisfied.

As if encouraged by the praise Alois went on hands and knees and his tongue peaked out of him mouth to taste the demon's half-hard cock. He hummed with content from the taste and licked it, tracing the throbbing vein that looked so delicious. Then, he did it again, this time slow, lingering, and when he reached the top, he munched at the head. He used every trick the old pervert had taught him to pleasure the demon and when he finally swallowed him whole, Claude nearly gave a sigh of relief because the torture was over.

Soon he realized how wrong he had been. The brat continued to play with him, teasing him like no one for centuries had simply because they have been afraid of him and he could only lay there and enjoy the view. But what a sinful view it was. The brat's rounded cheeks were only centimeters away from his face and if he as much as learned forward he could wrap his lips around the brat's member, pay him back for all the teasing. If Alois hadn't forbidden him to move, that would have been the first thing he would have done. But now he literally couldn't move, it was an order, the last order from his master, and his body recognised it.

So he laid there like a lifeless doll, focusing all of his energy on stopping the soft moans crawling up his throat and watching as Alois cock bounced against his stomach every time he bobbed his head. But despite how awlful it sounded, even when he said it in his head, he liked it. He was even considering keeping the other as a toy.

„Will you prepare me?" Alois asked, the words muffled and spoken around his dick, and the vibration that it caused sent shivers down Claude spine.

He nodded, even if there was no way Alois could see him and brought his hands around the boy's member, jacking it off a few times. That wasn't what his 'master' had asked of him, but it was a loophole he had nothing against using. When he coated his fingers with the brat's semen, and made him moan like a whore meanwhile, he slid them up, grazing Alois' balls with his blunt nails, before he finally reached the other's hole. He teased it, enjoying how it twitched and constricted hungrily, and only when he heard the harsh, yet traitorously husky voice of his 'master' telling him to cut it out already, did he slide in one.

It was tight, but not as tight as it should have been if the boy had been keeping his legs closed since the old geezer had been killed. That thought made him frown, he had never been very keen on sharing and if he was really going to make the brat his toy he had to be sure that Alois won't just up and leave with the first man he met.

He slid the second, this time meeting resistance and causing Alois' breath to hitch, and a realization struck him. The brat hadn't been with anyone, he had just prepared himself as much as he could while he was taking a bath. Weirdly, that comforted him. Maybe because he really didn't like sharing.

Ten minutes and another finger snuck in the tight heat later, Alois was ready, so Claude took them all out to indicate he was finished. The blond didn't show any sign that he had understood him, he just continued laying little kisses on the underside of Claude's cock that made the demon feel like he could burst. What? He hadn't had a woman or a man in years and as annoying as the brat was, he really had a talented mouth. He just couldn't wait to see if he was good at other things as well.

As if eternity later Alois crawled forward and settled on top of the demon's cock. Then he turned, putting as much pressure as he could just to tease the demon, and knelt over him. Claude growled in the back of his throat, shaking his head. Later, he promised to himself, later he would show that brat. He watched as the blond lowered himself a little so his round globes brushed the tip of his arching dick, his hair bouncing slightly, long since lost its perfect order, but looking more entrancing than ever and his slight frame flushed with arousal and shining with sweat. He was a wishful sight and Claude knew that if he hadn't been paralyzed his hips would have snapped forward, burring his member deep inside the tempting heat.

But as it seemed Alois was on the same track. He curled his slender fingers around the demon's twitching cock and guided it toward his hole, leaving Claude a little shocked. He'd expected more foreplay and teasing to follow, but as if the boy had had enough. Always playing the mystery, the butler smirked mentally. But he was going to solve that puzzle and he was ready to bet his life that after he had stripped his 'master' of all of his masks and shields, a scared and fragile child would appear.

Alois lowered himself with one rapid move and for a moment all his thinking ceased. He idly wondered why they hadn't done that earlier, before he remembered- Alois with his mouth open wasn't such a tempting sight as the one before him. Even if, now when he thought about it, as much as he had with the braincells he had available, the brat with an open mouth wasn't that bad either. For example, there he was in front of him, head tilted on one side with a look of pure bliss on his face, his eyes half-lidded, married with long eyelashes, and his mouth gaping in an endless soundless moan. And what the hell, pun intended, was wrong with Claude for being more turned on by that face than the heat that surrounded his cock.

As if felt the gaze, Alois cracked an eye open to meet it. His lips trembled slightly and he sank his teeth in them, before they formed a brilliant smile, that reached his eyes. It was how things worked, after all Alois had always been an amazing actor. Unable to keep up with the facade for much longer, the blond closed his lids and started bouncing even harder, moving his hips faster and making sure that every time the demon would hit his sweet spot.

It was good, Claude allowed himself to admit, even if he felt like some sort of tool, because he couldn't even meet Alois' thrusts or lift himself enough to kiss him again. It was all going to end soon, anyway, he could see it in the way the blond was moving- desperately and without a touch of grace. The demon was near, too, and when Alois' eyes shot open and he was able to see the blue eyes sparkle through the haze of lust and when that piercing shout, suspiciously sounding like his name, reached his eyes, he lost it. He came, seconds after the brat, and wasn't that just so romantic? More like humiliating, arousing the need in him to force the blond down and make him scream, taste his blood... simply have him, his soul and his body. And he was going to do it, there was no doubt in his mind. The reason? He wanted it, he was a demon and more often than not he played by his own rules.

Alois had fallen on top of him and gave no signs that he intended to move. Not that Claude gave a damn, he could feel the numbness leaving his body, and a moment later he was able to move again. Their contract had been broken, well, not yet, the blond still had his soul, but as long as the demon laws were concerned the former butler was no longer obligated to follow anyone's orders.

A smirk appeared on his lips as he wrapped his arms around the other's waist and flipped them, so they were no longer vertically on the bed and Alois was on the bottom. Claude kissed the boy, sucking his lower lip in his mouth and tearing it to blood then greedily lapping it down.

„Claude? What are you doing?" Alois asked him, a little bit breathless, when the demon let go of him.

„Having sex with you." He laid kisses around the other's jawline, feeling his privates tingle when he saw the red blood smearing over pearly white skin.

„We already had sex. There is no need to do it again, you fulfilled my order already!"

„Who said I was doing it because of your order? Now, shut up and enjoy it."

„But my s..."

„Tomorrow."

Alois nodded, closing his mouth, and Clade smirked. Now, where had he been?

Hours later, as Claude laid in his former master's bed, he wondered what to do. He had only 2 hours until midnight, only 2 hours to decide if he wanted to keep the brat for a while so he could enjoy the sex, which admittedly was incredible, or if he was going to take his soul and simply get it over with. At first glance the decision was easy, but he couldn't take it so lightly. If he kept Alois he would be responsible for him. Then again if, he meant when, when, he got tired of him he could eat his soul. On top of everything, that was a way to buy himself some time to solve the mystery called Alois Trancy.

The blond next to him stirred and he quickly closed his eyes, faking sleep. A few seconds nothing happened and then the boy whispered in a barely audible voice.

„Two hours left, huh."

After that nothing, but silence followed, and Claude was about to open his eyes when he felt a hand wrap around his middle and a head resting on top of his chest. Next thing he knew, the body next to him started shaking and he almost felt concern wash through him. Concern that quickly vanished when he heard the piercing laugh and realized what the reason behind the trembling was.

„Isn't it all so funny, Claude?" Alois asked in his childish voice that sounded a bit raspy, but the demon gave it to the fact that he'd been screaming his name a few hours ago. The trembling subsided, the blond gave a last dark chuckle and Claude felt something wet and hot touch his skin. „All so hilarious and yet so pathetic."

A sigh and then nothing. The arm unwrapped from his waist and the mattress dipped as Alois turned his back on the demon. Claude really couldn't get him. Every time that he thought he was close to solving him, the other shifted, changed, and he had to start over. Sometimes he wondered about himself, too, or more precisely the way he acted. Tonight, for example, Alois had ordered him to stay with him, but both of them knew it was useless, Claude was free to do whatever he wanted. Yet, he had stayed and not for a second had he explained that sudden decision to himself with the simple, „I want to eat his soul as quickly as possible".

Too wrapped up in those thoughts he didn't realize when a memory snuck in his mind. Something that Alois had mumbled in his neck and then he hadn't paid attention, but now it hit him full on. Something that made his breath hitch and his body- to grow numb.

„I love you"

Another piece that fit nowhere in the puzzle.

A/N Can you believe I edited that longer than I wrote it? And there are still some parts I don't like, and no, not fishing for compliments, just sharing. Anyway, I hope you aren't mad that I delayed a liiiitle. Would it make you feel better if I were to tell you that there would be another sex scene (maybe even more!) in the next chapter?