Finally, huh? I'm actually pretty happy at how it turned out. Too bad I spent way too much time writing it... Now go and read and after that you may review.
Chapter 3
The big clock on the wall announced the coming of the new day, filled with hope and life. For everyone, but Alois. He stirred slightly as he tried to pull away from the sleep's hold. Everything was going to end now... or not. No matter how big the stake was there were only two options- it was either going to happen or he was going to lose everything important in his life. A heavy sigh fell from his lips and he opened his eyes.
Claude felt the blond move and his body stiffened. He didn't really know why he dreaded the moment Alois would open his mouth, but something inside him twisted just from the mere thought. It was almost like he was nervous, but that was foolish to think- demons, especially as powerful as himself, could never feel something so... mundane. And yet there he was, pretending to be asleep as his former master shook him.
Finally, when continuing to look like he was asleep would arouse suspicion, he opened his eyes. The demon expected tears and begs for mercy, he got a kiss. Alois, quick as the light, leaned forward and pressed their lips together. Surprised and not sure what to do, Claude didn't react at first and the blond persistently continued, not once trying to deepen their kiss. When the demon came to his senses, he opened his mouth and grazed the other's lips with his tongue, and immediately Alois was away from him, his eyes narrowed.
"What are you doing?" he almost snarled and wasn't it just hilarious how much the blond had changed for 2 hours. Hilarious... his skin prickled at that word.
"Kissing you," he replied simply, his demon's dignity telling him that he shouldn't explain himself to a mere human, but he choose to ignore it.
"Then why am I still here. This is how taking my soul happens, with a kiss, right?"
Suddenly, it all became clear to Claude. The blond wasn't trying to wind him up, even if he was starting to do it, he was giving him his soul. A soul that the demon didn't want, not yet.
Idly, he wondered how the brat knew about the ways of getting one's soul. Maybe he had told him, it wouldn't be surprising if Alois had asked, death had always seemed more like a game to him than anything.
"I decided to keep you, like a toy," the demon replied with a certainty that he wasn't feeling. Alois was his to do everything he wanted to with, but he was still unsure if he wanted to use the brat. The risk he was taking- playing with a boy that was truly in love with him was dangerous, not for himself, of course, he was a demon, damn it. But he just couldn't resist so much fun.
"That wasn't the deal, Claude. Either you take my soul now or I kill myself, and believe me when I say that no matter how good you guard me, I'll find a way, and you get nothing."
The last word was spoken with such a revulsion that lead Claude to thinking that the blond would not hesitate in doing it. He had only one option. Well, two, but he wasn't taking the brat's soul. He tried to blame it on the fact that he didn't want to do what Alois asked, but deep down he knew that even he wasn't that stubborn.
"Fine, I'll take your soul. In the morning." The demon sighed, faking surrender.
"No! We made a deal, I followed my part- it's your turn now."
An image of Alois stomping his foot entered Claude's mind and the corners of his mouth twitched, he couldn't help finding it cute. But the ghost of a smile vanished when his gaze fell on the blond partly on top of him. Eyes cold and full lips into a pout, he stared at the demon with determination. Did he really want to die so much, or was he bluffing, that was what Claude kept wondering. And more importantly why did the former butler want to keep him so much, he should just take his soul and save himself the headache. Maybe playing with a boy that truly loved him was dangerous... but for him.
"You want to die? Very well, I'll fulfill your wish," nodded Claude and leaned in for a kiss, sliding his hands around the other's throat. The demon kissed him, slowly, gently, as he squeezed his neck. Alois gasped in surprise, his eyes flying open, and tried to get away, but the demon's hold was firm. He tried to say something, probably asking his former butler what he was doing, but Claude didn't answer, didn't stop. When the initial fear subsided and Alois was able to control his body once again, he placed his hands on top of the other's, pressing himself as he returned the kiss.
That didn't last for long- Alois must have accepted that he was dying, but his body was starting to fight again. He deepened the kiss, desperately trying to feed off the demon's breath, but all in vain- the other didn't breath, didn't need to. The world seemed hazy and he closed his eyes, not wanting to bear it and determined to have those red eyes be the last thing he saw. His body shook as if he was cold and simultaneously warmth washed through it. His soul. It was leaving him, Claude was taking it. He had expected pain as great as the one one felt when they had their limbs torn away, but he felt nothing more than simple twinge. The demon continued kissing him, but he had no strength to return it. Finally, darkness fell behind his eyelids and if he had any breath left he would have sighed in relief. At least it was over. Funny, though, he could have sworn that as he was slipping into the eternal abyss Claude's hot breath fanned over his lips.
Claude was sitting at the edge of the bed, looking at the lifeless body sprawled on top of it. Any time now... A sudden flash of rationality coursed through him and he shook his head at his own stupidity. He shouldn't have done that- an unbreakable toy, that wasn't what he had wanted. And yet he had done it, without a hint of hesitation, he had damned himself for an eternity.
Claude caught a movement out of the corner of his eyes and he laid his gaze atop of the body near him. It moved, turned on its side and faced him. The unconscious pull toward its maker, the former butler thought and smirked, despite of himself.
Alois stirred again and opened his eyes. Red pair stared at equally red one. For a moment neither of them breathed and then the blond shot up. He started hyperventilating, clutching at his chest, before he realized he didn't even need to breath, then his gaze fell on his hands and he noticed the black nails.
"What did you do?" spit Alois out, turning toward the other. His red eyes were open wide and his nostrils were flared. He looked kind of cute... and really angry.
"Killed you, I thought that you wanted that."
"Is this dead for you? I'm a demon, Claude!" Alois wasn't shouting, he didn't need to to sound scary and threatening.
"Demons are dead, at least their body is. The only thing that keeps them moving, feeling, is their soul, sealed in their body in the exact moment of death," replied in a cold voice Claude, shrugging his shoulders.
"Why did you do it? I told you, I'm not going to be your toy."
Claude averted his eyes, sighing softly. The brat had no intentions to make it easy for him, did he?
"Because I want you," the older demon said. It wasn't far from the truth, but it would be enough to shut the blond up, without revealing anything. Or so the former butler hoped.
"Say that again, but this time I want the truth."
Of course, Claude had never been lucky, just see the brat he had started to get attached to.
"I need you." There. It was there. Weirdly, the older demon didn't feel any better now that he'd said it. He felt sick, because of his own sappiness.
"...for as long as I'm interesting." Alois nodded with an understanding look on his face and Claude didn't bother correcting him. Didn't want to correct him. He nodded in affirmation, but the newly made demon didn't notice it- he was staring at the opposite wall unseeingly. After a few moments he turned his shining red eyes toward the other and asked tentatively, "will... will you be gentle?"
His voice held all his hopes, bare and undisguised. He was so much like an actor unfamiliar with the character he had to play. His mask shifted, sometimes covering only half of his face, sometimes completely gone. Never satisfying, never real. But when did Alois hide behind his mask and what was underneath it, that were the real questions for the older demon.
"Sometimes," he replied after he considered it. He didn't lie to the blond, it wasn't such fun. He knew that there would be times when he'd want to be gentle and pretend that he cared. Sometime... somewhere... They had all the time in the world.
"The perfect answer from the perfect non-butler." Alois smiled, and there was nothing innocent in it. It was a maniac's grin or a serial killer's leer just before he killed his next victim. It suited him, made him look more raw. He liked it, Claude decided.
"Why don't you show me that gentleness, Claude?"
The older demon's name was spoken by the way he usually despised, and yet he felt no shiver of disgust pass through his body. Come to think of it, that was the first time the blond had said his name like that since he'd asked him to take his soul. Not even during the sex. Suddenly, the former butler felt the desire to hear his name, uttered by that mouth in the throes of passion.
Alois threw the covers on one side and reached out for Claude. He planted his hands on either side of his former butler's face and kissed him. It was gentle, or so Claude tried to keep it, but the other's tongue continued to fight and tease him until he managed to awake the beast within the demon.
Claude pushed him down and moved on top of him with every intention to ravish the blond, not caring about the recent request. Honestly, sometimes he wondered if Alois suffered some case of split personality, there was just no way a normal person could act like that.
The desire to be rough disappeared instantly when the older demon looked down, noticing the flush that was already spreading across the other's ivory skin, causing a flush to heat his own body. On its own accord, his hands slid across the lean body, feeling the soft texture as he hadn't been able to last night. A whimper broke from Alois' red lip and he arched his back, pressing against the caress. The blond's eyelids fluttered and Claude couldn't help but stare dazed. If yesterday he would have found this sight to be repulsive, today he had to fight the desire to lean down and kiss every centimeter of that body.
His pads continued traveling south and when they stroked over Alois' hip, a shiver shook the younger demon's body and then Claude's, transferring from one to the other like electricity would. Claude gripped Alois hips, so hard that he was sure there would be bruises there tomorrow and that strangely delighted him, knowing that there would be a mark on his former master's body that would show whose he was.
Alois was so pliant and easy to maneuver, Claude discovered as he lifted him a little so they could kiss again. This time Alois didn't try to irk him or to battle for dominance, he just accepted the affection with soft moans. Neither of them needed to breath so they continued until Claude decided that he was bored of the same thing. He sucked Alois' lower lips in his mouth as if for goodbye and moved toward the other's neck, kissing and biting every piece of skin on his path and enjoying the way it flushed. He was almost thankful that demons had blood, it wouldn't have been as fun if he couldn't see the results of his actions.
With one of his hands Claude supported himself, he didn't want to crush Alois, and the other he swept over Alois' sides, down his thighs and across his member that twitched the moment the hand rested on top of it and the older demon's cock hardened in response. The hand just stood there, not stroking but not moving away either, and the blond bucked his hips a few times to hint that he wanted more. But the sudden sucking on his neck made his mind move toward the stronger sensation.
"You..." he started in a shaking voice when his former butler kissed the mark on his neck from when he had been choking him. "You can't kill me now, can you?"
"No." The older demon smirked against the skin."But I can still hurt you." And to prove his point he bit on the bruise, electing a strangled moan from the the blond that made his smirk become wider. Alois was a demon and demons didn't feel pain... unless they wanted to.
"Good," breathed out the other and if for a moment he forgot his demand because he rested his hand on top of his maker's head and pushed him down, silently begging him to sink his teeth further and to drawn blood.
Claude got the hint and did it, and was it just him or the blond's blood had gotten even tastier. He moaned and continued lapping at the blood, the thought that if he wasn't careful Alois might faint completely leaving his mind. The blond was moaning beautifully, bucking his hips for a little fiction from that hideously teasing hand and Claude couldn't help the jerk of his hips and the way he ground his member against the blond's thighs. To what a pathetic state the little brat was able to bring him... He had to be angry, but didn't have the energy to do it, or yet he didn't want to waste it for such things.
The grip on his hair loosened and Claude realized that he couldn't just suck Alois dry... yet. He pulled back and licked his lips, savoring the delicious taste.
"Here, taste yourself," he mumbled as he moved to kiss the blond again and feed him his own blood. The moment the little red drops slid down his throat, Alois' eyes flashed, bloody red replacing ocean blue.
"I'm tasty." The younger demon licked his lips and then smiled in his own creepy way. "Wanna taste you, too. Can I try your blood, Claude?"
"Suck on these," instead commanded the other, pushing the fingers of the hands he'd been supporting himself with inside Alois' mouth, and for a second the blond thought that his question had been ignored, but then he saw the way his former butler's eyes were twinkling. He closed his lips over the digits, but instead of sucking on them he sank his teeth, until he drew blood. One, two drops landed on his tongue and his whole body shook. It was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. His eyes wide and red, his hips bucked once, twice, as many times as drops touched his tongue. He felt the familiar tingle in his privates, but before he could even react he was coming, hard and messy as if it was his first time.
Claude watched him come undone and couldn't deny the urge to take away his fingers and replace them with his tongue, to silence the moans and whimpers with his mouth. The problem was that Alois had such a tight grip on his digits that he was sure that if he was a human he'd be crying in pain by now, so he had to satisfy himself with laying soft kisses over the other's face and stroking his cock until he got down from his hight.
The first thing that Alois did when he came to his senses was to grip Claude's head and drag him for another hard kiss, his hands dancing over the older's skin, groping and stroking.
"That's enough, Claude," he said when he broke the kiss. His voice was harsh, but his eyes- pleading. But pleading for what, understanding or... or refusal? Claude didn't get the plead so he ignored it and instead dipped his head to suck at the other's neck. Alois moaned at first, but then curled his fingers around the other's raven locks and lifted his head enough to make it impossible for him to continue with the affection. "I said it's enough! Now stop it and give it to me good and hard."
"No," shrugged his shoulders Claude as he easily got from the hold and moved down toward he blond's chest "You wanted it and, quite frankly, I want it too. So you'll shut up and continue to enjoy it." He looked meaningfully at Alois' fast drying semen. Then, as if struck by a sudden realization, he lifted his head and met the other's wide eyes."Or... are you scared? That you'll like it and you'll no longer stand the harsh sex?"
Bitter laughter cut through the air, so sudden that even Claude was surprised. And just when he had thought he'd got a part of the blond brat... But after all if it was so easy it wasn't going to be interesting.
"Fine, do what you want then," Alois said through a chuckle and Claude had to clench his teeth to stop himself from saying something harsh. That was what the blond wanted, to anger him and to have it his way. Well, he was having none of it! He was going to show the brat how gentle and caring he could be.
The older demon renewed his previous task, his caresses light as a feather as he stroked the undersides of Alois' thighs and made him toss bellow him. He took one of the blond's nipples in his mouth and rolled his tongue around it, then grazed the top lightly with his teeth. Alois' whole body shook and his quickly hardening cock pushed against Claude's hand. The former butler just smirked around the bud and grazed his nails over the sensitive skin of the other's manhood. It was a slow, delicious torture and when the older demon decided to stop it, Alois was on the edge again.
"Take me already," the blond hissed through clenched teeth and even though he had intended it to sound threatening it was nothing short of cute.
Claude smirked, wrapping his hands around the blond's waist and lifting his pelvis. Alois immediately spread open his legs and the older demon knew he shouldn't feel his chest tighten at the display of trust. But he quickly ignored that feeling, he'd more urgent things to do than sulk. Mentally, the former butler patted himself on the back for stretching Alois while he teased him, he wasn't very sure he would have been able to stand the wait now and, after all, the blond wanted gentle so taking him without any preparation was out of question.
With one swift move he was buried inside the blond, making Alois moan and arch his back. Claude thrust once, slowly, experimentally, as he leaned down to place a kiss on the other's lips, and Alois responded in the same fashion, thrusting back slightly and opening his mouth obediently.
They found the perfect rhythm, slow and leisuring, and every tentative move made them tremble with need. As they got closer and closer to the edge, Claude remembered his wish from earlier that day. His movements slowed down and he moved down to nibble at the blond's neck.
"Say my name, " he hissed, wondering if the way the younger demon's body trembled was from those words or his caress.
"Don't tease me! Just..." Alois' words were cut off when the former butler slammed into his prostate and he arched his back, mewling loudly.
"My name, Alois, and I'll move!" To emphasize his point the former butler rolled his hips so the head of his cock grazed that special spot within the other.
"Claude! Claude! For fuck's sake, move, please!" The voice was rough and high-pitched when he said his name, the older demon realized, and he had never heard a more beautiful thing.
He picked the pace, curling a hand around Alois' member and taking the other's mouth in a sloppy but heated kiss. There was no rhythm anymore, they rutted against each other like wild animals and yet both of them were nearing competition fast.
A few thrust later, Alois threw his head backward and moaned loudly as he spilled his seeds against Claude's never stopping hand. His body arched, his back bending like a cord of a bow and his eyes flashed so dark red that they looked black. That, and the way the body beneath him was spasming, threw Claude over the edge. He bit down on the nipple which he had been sucking on until now and came so powerfully as he believed he had never before. Somewhere, outside the land of bliss he had fallen into, he heard a muffled moan of pain and he hurriedly let go of the nub.
When the trembling of his body substituted and he was able to move again, Claude slipped out of the other demon and rolled on his side, his eyes closed and a look of pure bliss upon his face. He cracked an eye open when he felt a warm weight press him down and the corners of his mouth twitched as he saw Alois laying on top of him, hand on his chest and his blond-haired head on top of it, smiling at him, his eyes twinkling.
"I heard what you said last night. That you loved me," Claude said and, really, he had no idea why those words came out of his mouth. It wasn't like he needed to know, or wanted for that matter. It was disgusting... having someone feel that way towards you, and there was no way he was in need of hearing more of it!
"I don't know what you are talking about. I've never said such a thing." Alois shrugged his shoulders, but his eyes seemed a little dim so Claude didn't push it, he didn't need to know, damn it! Instead, he buried his fingers in those golden locks and drifted to sleep. He could have never admitted it, but he was tired after a whole night of watching over the younger demon to make sure nothing went wrong with his transformation.
Alois' lips twisted into a sadistic smile and he had to hide his face so the other didn't see it. He couldn't wait to tell that bastard Ciel the outcome of the whole situation. Really, thought, he had him to thank for, the young Phantomhive had been the one to tell him how to trick his butler into his bed... But Claude had done so much more than sleep with him! True, for a second Alois had believed that he'd really kill him but at the end of the day he'd walked out with immortality and a lover... while Ciel just had the lover... The blond had to see his face when he told him, just had to. Of course, there were a few complications. Claude probably thought he was crazy by now, with all those mood-swings, but, after all, Alois had to find some way to keep him interested, didn't he? And now he had to continue that theater for a while, until it was safe to show his true identity and stop acting like a kicked puppy.
'Hm,' Alois stretched with a smile, getting more comfortable on top of the man he had loved for years. It was just so easy when you're evil.
A/N One more thing, I had no idea how the demons are turned into demons, except of course going to hell, but there was no way I was leaving Claude alone until Alois became a full demon, so I totally made the way Alois turned up. If someone didn't get it, I'll explain. Claude killed him, choking him so he'd have enough time. Before Alois died completely, he took his soul and then returned it at the exact time of Alois' death thus sealing it to his body. I. e. in my story demons are just dead people with souls. I hope it sounded legit.
