Zettai Ryouiki
A bit territorial, yes, but who can blame him? Alois's "absolute territory" was to belong to him and only him. Claude/Alois –
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There are many creatures that may be deemed territorial. One of which is the graceful web-spinning wonder—the spider. They aren't as pesky as people claim them to be, per se; when one finds a little arachnid somewhere they normally shouldn't be found, one assumes that they would be prolonging their visit and keep returning. However, these magnificent creatures more than likely will not come back to that place unless it is teeming with prey. That is, after all, what the spider craves: food to reenergize their bodies… to maintain a healthy and stable lifestyle.
Most spiders, however, are rather possessive. When it comes to sharing anything, well… that is practically impossible for our little eight-legged creatures. What is theirs remains theirs and is not to be shared. That is their code—their motto—their way of life, and it shall stay that way.
Claude, of course, is the same way. Though it may not show through his stoic mask, the demon always finds himself getting rather testy whenever one comes near his prey, with salacious intent engraved heavily in their eyes. He couldn't exactly call it jealousy, but some lesser form of that. He knew for a sole fact that he has already skillfully trapped his young prey in his intricately spun web, ready to be eaten whenever he would like. The contract, however, forbid that; but still, he found that he could do whatever he pleased with his young master, for he was firmly in the spider's grasp with no possible means of escape. His young master was forever his until he may "greedily devour" his soul in the end, savoring the corrupted flavors of a once-innocent boy.
Nonetheless, that didn't restrict others it simply ogle at his young master, especially when it came to his precious "absolute territory". The demon did not appreciate it at all, as he has, as aforementioned, already claimed and captures his young master. Every nook and cranny of the blonde was to belong to him and only him. There was to be no one to take it from him. Absolutely no one.
Claude blankly stared at his young master, who had just woken up from a rather longer-than-usual slumber. From his fazed expression, it seemed that his young master was still gently being rocked in the tempting arms of Morpheus but was trying his best to persuade himself into jumping off and breathing in the freshness of a new day. Claude internally smiled at the sheer beauty his younger master was still capable of even as such an early hour. With wispy platinum blonde locks sticking out here and there, groggily pale blue orbs that glistened with vitality and youth, and his ever-so flawless porcelain skin, there was no excuse not to gawk at such comeliness.
The ever-obedient black-clad butler proceeded to assist his young master in sitting up correctly, unbuttoning his half-translucent night frock in the process. His young master continued to ogle at him with innocent blues, his mouth slightly agape and his face drained from any color whatsoever. There were times when Claude noticed his young master barely moved his lips, the intent of speaking obvious, but no words ever came. This minor tidbit could have easily been overlooked, but Claude was a very tentative creature, especially when it came to his young master. He, again, smiled internally at such an angelic boy, bemused by the ironic thought that such a lily-white boy literally sold himself to a nasty devil such as himself. Also, that his apparently "unsullied" boy was actually only the evil incarnate in disguise. Not that Claude minded, of course; it would only made for an even tastier treat.
When the butler was done unbuttoning the night frock, he removed it with ease and folded it neatly, setting it aside to wash later. Then, with one swift motion, he immediately produced a silky, white long-sleeved shirt. While he was attempting to put the shirt over his young master's head, said blonde began to gently brush strands of stray hair away from Claude's face, smiling sweetly in the process. By that time, his young master was already somewhat more alert than before and was tracing a slender finger on his leg out of boredom, sighing deeply.
"Claude," his young master enquired in a still-bromidic tone. "I am very thirsty."
"What would you care for, your highness?"
"Hmm…" His tone was quiet… contemplative. The unnatural sereneness was something Claude wasn't used to. However, he found it rather soothing, though suspicious to an extent. "I'm in the mood for Earl Grey."
"Yes, Your Highness."
As the demon turned on his heel to leave, he felt a weak tug from behind him. Turning his head slightly, he saw his young master clutching on to the tail of his black coat, his head down in melancholy. "Bring me with you, Claude."
The black-haired butler remained silent, but loyally did what his young master commanded; scooping up the young boy in his arms, taking in the sweet scent wavering off from the boy, he walked out of the room, swiftly pacing by. He noticed that one of the triplets were looking at his young master in a tempting gaze, and Claude internally scowled, attempting to cover as much skin on the boy as possible. The sudden shift in the way he held the blonde made Alois moan softly, nuzzling his face into his butler's chest. Muffled words came out of his mouth, but they were incomprehensible.
Once the two reached the kitchen, Claude still irritated by the triplet's lingering gazes, he gently brought his young master down on the floor and continued to make his Earl Grey tea. Alois clung onto his butler happily, fondling with Claude's free hand with childish innocence. "Hey, Claude… are you jealous?"
"…of what, your highness?" His voice remained stoic, as usual. Though, deep inside, he felt flustered; was he really that obvious to the blonde?
"Those people… who look at me like they want to eat me up. Are you jealous of that? I'm sure you want your prey to belong to you… and only you…"
Claude didn't reciprocate, but only stared at the blonde, scrutinizing him with the upmost interest. Alois continued to play with his butler's gloved hand, massaging his thumb in an unusual manner. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that his young master was smiling slyly; oh, one could only wonder what vile and malicious intents swirled around his young master's head.
"Touch my thighs," ordered the blonde with surprising authority. Claude hesitantly reached for his young master's thighs and gently pressed a few fingers against the soft porcelain, quickly retracting back. Alois pouted angrily and snatched back his butler's hand, rubbing it forcefully against his thighs. The blonde let out lustful moans, panting at the forbidden touch of his butler's….
"This spot… no, all of me… my absolute territory… is to belong to you, Claude. Only you. Remember that."
Claude continued to stay refined—like a proper butler. But, he felt as if his body temperature was rapidly increasing, his hunger growling at him with untamed cholera, his heart—oh, he actually had a heart?—pulsating as if it would jump out of his body any second now… He has never felt such emotion before in his life, but they were rather… pleasant.
He let his young master move his hand like a puppet, not letting any hint of enjoyment to escape him. Surely he was happy beyond belief, though. His young master has stated that practically his entire being was to belong to the demon's clutches… The sole thought of it was enough to make the demon smile—inside, of course. He would never let anyone dare touch the boy, or he would make sure they would experience a sort of pain never thought possible by any creature alive.
A bit territorial, yes, but who could blame him? Alois's "absolute territory," and pretty much everything else about the perky little blonde, was to belong to him and only him—and it, of course, will stay that way until the day the demon devours his sweetly tainted soul. But hopefully, that won't be any time soon….
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I was actually going to make this into a separate one-shot, but since I don't want to clog my story archive with any more stories, so I decided to post it here. Now this will be my little section for Alois/Claude and Claude/Alois loving. Though there will more than likely be more of the preceding considering I can imagine Alois topping Claude more. :)
I don't like this one. Possibly because it was based on a trope, and also because I'm trying out a new writing style. :P To anyone who doesn't know, zettai ryouiki is the area of skin uncovered between the skirt (or rather, in this case, Alois's short shorts) and stockings/leggings/etc.