A/N: This one is a follow up to He Did it Again. The idea was given to me by Hilaire. ARIGATOU GOZAIMASU~! I hope you all enjoy and thank you again Hilaire for being a fabulous beta.

Disclaimer: As always, my ownership is nonexistent. I own myself and will soon own a diploma – I'm counting my blessings.

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What I Said and What I Meant

Alois glared at the clock with all the force of his being. He was mad, and getting madder by the second. The source of his ire was the same as usual. Claude – fucking – Faustus. It had been two weeks since Alois had told Claude he wasn't getting any and they hadn't made love once since then. But was Claude acting upset by it? Nooooo - he was as indifferent as always!

So now Alois found himself stuck in a classroom with the very person he was so vehemently angry with that if he didn't direct his line of sight to the clock, he would most likely burn a small hole in Claude's head. He wasn't paying any sort of attention to the lesson at this point and knew for a fact that there was no way he going to be called out on it. The last time Claude had tried to use an English assignment as punishment to get Alois to listen in class he received a perfectly spelled, perfectly punctuated, essay about the many versatile uses of profanity.

Needless to say, Claude was never going to say anything regarding Alois' lack of attention in his class again.

Why did he have to be in this classroom again? Oh yes, because this was a challenge. He was not going to leave because that meant that Claude had won. The blond could remember a time when he thought Ciel doing things like this was laughable, but hell, it worked. Of course, Sebastian knows when Ciel is challenging him, a stray thought said to him. Blue eyes snapped over to Claude calmly teaching the lesson before resolutely fixing themselves back to the clock. I still have 20 minutes of this? Fuck it!

Alois stood abruptly and started walking to the door. He wasn't giving up; the clock was broken and class should have let out hours ago. He could hear a hushed whisper running through the classroom but it was nothing more than background static to him. Who gives a damn what those miserable little ants think anyway? They weren't important, the only significant person in the room right now was Claude. He just had to walk right past Claude without screaming at him; that's it. Simple, right?

Not when the bastard wants to know where you're going.

"Alois, class isn't over yet. Where are you going?" Claude fucking finally focused his full attention on the boy. He was just as blank and impassive as always and Alois vaguely considered giving an outrageous response to try to get a reaction out of him.

His stupid classmates were still whispering, but softer now. They all knew that Mr. Faustus was the only teacher Alois gave any respect to. The boy was willing to bear unimaginable pain or discomfort for as long as he was in Claude's classroom rather than leave it a second before he had to.

Alois just wished they'd all shut up or die. Preferably both. "Bathroom," he growled. Well, that shut them up. Alois Trancy going to the bathroom during Claude's teaching period? Unheard of.

"Why?"

There were plenty of equally rude answers swimming through the blue-eyed boy's head when he heard that question. Instead of using any of them though, he smiled widely. It was saccharine and a bit exaggerated.

"Because I'm menstrual."

Without waiting for Claude to point out that that was impossible, Alois marched out of the classroom. And then stayed locked a in bathroom stall until after school.

School had let out and there was still no sign of Alois. Claude took his time in packing up his things for the day as it gave him time to try and narrow down the places Alois could possibly be. He may very well have just walked out the school doors. And gone where? his common sense supplied. He wouldn't go home. He'd have to make up some excuse why he was back so early and if anyone called in to verify it he'd be caught. Likewise, the blond couldn't just roam around and hope he wasn't spotted by a truant officer. That means he's still in the school somewhere.

With this thought in mind, Claude started on his search. First place to check: all of the boys' bathrooms. Alois had given him a hint, after all. After a forty-minute search this proved utterly pointless. Alois wasn't in any of them. The golden-eyed demon placed a hand to his chin. Maybe he'd misunderstood. He thought for certain that Alois had wanted Claude to look for him. "Unless..."

Alois sat in the locked handicapped stall with his head in his knees. Claude still hadn't come. He was supposed to show up all out of breath and actually concerned. But he won't, the blond thought angrily. He doesn't fucking care and he won't fucking show. He didn't want to consider it, but maybe all he was to Claude was a cheap, replaceable girlfriend. Maybe he got so worked up when Claude kept secrets from him or didn't pick up his phone right away because he was scared that Claude would just get tried of him and leave him for someone else. He wasn't crying, he was not crying.

This is all that jackass Sebastian's fault.

The boy lifted his head up when he heard the bathroom door open and someone walked inside. The hell? The steady click of shoes continued until it was just in front of the door.

"Alois."

The blond tried to ignore the deep, familiar voice on the other side of the door. He sat there absolutely still, waiting for the other to give up and go away. He wanted to answer, to see Claude's face. But at the same time that was the exact thing he didn't want to do.

"Alois. Unlock the door."

Alois clapped his hands over his ears. "Go fuck yourself!" he shouted as he felt his eyes watering again. "Just go away!" He heard a faint, but audible, sigh. See? a poisonous voice in the back of his mind hissed at him. He's leaving now. You aren't worth the effort. You aren't worth anything.

A long moment of silence passed as Alois stared intently at the locked, white door in front of him. Then he saw something that made him stare in wide-eyed confusion. The door unlocked itself. It didn't take very long but to Alois it seemed to stretch on for an eternity. Just sitting there, unable to do anything but watch as the lock slowly turned. Watching, waiting, wanting. It defied everything the blond had just said but Alois was contradictory that way.

The door opened by itself, too. And Claude was standing on the other side of it, looking as cool and unruffled as ever.

That in itself made Alois mad all over again. "I told you to go away!" he screeched. He was just so pissed by this. It wasn't supposed to go this way. Claude was supposed to react to being ignored. He was supposed to apologize. He wasn't supposed to just stand there while Alois yelled at him in the second floor girls' bathroom. "Why the hell are you still here?"

Claude continued to remain utterly calm. This wasn't Alois' usual temper; the boy was in a very delicate state of mind, and words and actions needed to be handled carefully. "I was concerned." His words were met with a scoff.

"Bullshit," the blond hissed. "I matter now? I barely let you touch me for two weeks and the only thing that mattered to you was me taking off in the middle of class?" He hated how he had to look up at Claude like a little kid. He hated this whole situation.

Claude felt a moment of confusion. That's what this was about. "You said you didn't want to." Maybe he was just confusing the past and the present but he was not about to pressure or force physical interaction onto Alois. He knew better than anyone how the boy had suffered from that. Even in a separate lifetime he was still trying to get over all of the damage.

"I said I wasn't letting you!" There was no denying that Alois was crying now. "Fuck you, Claude! You never fucking change!" He forced himself to stand, anger overruling upset for the moment. "Would it kill you to show some damned emotions for once?"

Claude's face remained impassive, and his body language betrayed nothing as he moved forward and pinned Alois against the wall.

Said blond stood there dumbstruck for a long moment trying to process what had just happened. One moment he was standing there, giving the man in front of him well-deserved piece of his mind. The next, his back was pressed firmly to the wall and he was forced to look directly at Claude.

The younger male felt his face heat up as Claude's face got steadily closer to his. He tried to move one of his hands only to find that the demon had thought ahead and was holding them against the wall. This only served to infuriate him more than he had been beforehand. How dare he suddenly handle Alois like some child having a tantrum. Well, if Claude thought that he was just going to yield under a littel restraint he had another thing coming.

"Just what in the fuck do you think you're – mmph!" Someone else might have accepted the kiss passively or maybe even returned it. That someone wasn't Alois.

Claude pulled back as he felt the blond bite down on his lip. Flicking his tongue over the wound he tasted blood; Alois really hadn't held back on that.

The boy in question glared at Claude, no longer quite so upset but more irked. "'The hell was that for? Do you really think kissing me is going to spare you an ass-chewing?"

"No." The taller male brought his face close again and started brushing his lips over the boy's pale neck. "But I wanted to." He pulled back a little to gauge that other's reaction.

It was met with another disbelieving look. "Spare me, Claude. We both know that that's a crock of shit. Now let me go!" Alois tried to struggle again but it didn't turn out so well. He heard a clatter, which he assumed were Claude's glasses hitting the floor, because he was lifted off the ground and still pinned to the wall while looking directly into Claude's golden eyes. Alois was used to Claude's expressions being totally blank, but in those eyes he could pick out something burning. He wasn't sure if it was some sort of passion or anger.

"Is it really?" the demon asked, and Alois mentally swore.

He felt weird, like he wasn't himself. Sometimes Claude made him feel like he someone else that he didn't know but at the same time did. Like there was some big secret that was on a "need to know" basis and he hadn't made it onto the VIP list. It pissed him off beyond words. It didn't help that he was sure Claude knew what he was doing. Those golden eyes were smirking at him. Forget Claude being a fucking statue, his eyes were smirking. Oh hell, no. That was not allowed. Claude did not get to mock him with his eyes of all fucking things.

The blond suddenly forced their lips back together and focused on shoving his tongue as far as possible down Claude's throat.

Claude was the one to pull back before Alois ran out of air. While the boy was still panting with a triumphant look on his face, the demon began to carry him out of the women's bathroom.

Alois yelped when the wall he'd been pressed against was no longer there and grabbed onto the front of Claude's shirt for support. "What the fuck?" he demanded. Claude was always so careful with him that Alois had forgotten who strong his teacher really was.

"Not here."

Silence reigned for a moment while the Trancy boy grasped the meaning of those words. Then he broke out in a fit of hysterical giggles,that got interchangeably louder and softer. "You're such a prude, Claude." Another fit of laughter bubbled up and he pressed his face into Claude's chest as he tried to stifle it. It had taken Claude two damned weeks but he'd finally gotten the message. And maybe he hadn't said anything that implied it, but Alois found something in the man's actions that he couldn't stop running through his mind over and over.

Helovesme,helovesme,helovesme.

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A/N: Alright, that's one more chapter down. Hope it's still good so far. Wish me luck on getting the next one finished sooner. (Bows) Arigatou minna.