"Go back to your room." The old man panted. Alois obeyed, picking up his robe and retreating to the safety of his room.

He eased himself onto the bed, grabbing a tissue and raising his leg to clean himself. Angry tears flowed down his face. He hated this place; that old pervert made Alois call him 'father', even though he'd only been in Trancy's care for two years.

"I should run away." The sixteen-year-old muttered, but he knew no one would take him in. No one cared about a dirty orphan. He could go to the police, but his guardian would buy his way out of jail, and punish Alois harshly. "Two more years. I can make it until then." He hadn't told anyone, not even his best friend Ciel, about his abuse, just as his 'father' had ordered.

Alois looked at the door in confusion when he heard a knock—usually it took the old creep at least an hour to recover. He didn't waste any time, though, quickly disrobing and laying on the bed.

"Come in, Father." The door opened slowly, and Claude stepped in. Alois sighed in relief. "It's just you." Claude locked the door behind him, striding over to the bed.

"Let's get you dressed." He whispered softly, fishing a pair of shorts out of the dresser.

Fully dressed, Alois lay curled up in his bed, hugging his knees to his chest. "Claude, come here." He ordered.

Claude crawled onto the bed beside the young boy, pulling his body close to Alois and wrapping his arms around his waist. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Why?"

"I'm sorry that this is all I can do." Claude breathed, kissing the teen's cheek tenderly. "I wish I could stop him."

Alois scoffed. "It's not your job to protect me."

"Sir, that's exactly my job."

"Don't call me 'sir'." Alois groaned. "He hired you to make sure I don't escape his filthy clutches, that's all."

"If I'm just a prison guard, then why would I be cuddling you right now?" Claude whispered into his ear, making him shiver.

"Just shut up," Alois growled, closing his eyes and turning towards his bodyguard.

Alois opened his eyes, relieved to be in his own bed next to Claude.

"Good morning." Claude smiled down at him.

Alois sat up, rubbing his head. "I dreamt about him again."

"He's been dead for three years." Claude sighed, hugging the blonde tightly.

"I know. It's just… I don't know. I love you, Claude."

"I love you, too." He kissed Alois deeply before jumping out of bed. "Come on, I'll make you French toast." Alois wandered down the hall of his huge apartment. He wondered if all this money was worth four years of pain and sadness… He shook the thought away as he sat at the table, observing Claude, naked except for an apron, make him breakfast.

Ciel rested his head against Sebastian's shoulder, not wanting to move and risk waking him.

Sebastian's eyes finally drifted open, and he looked at the young Phantomhive admiring his body and smiled.

Ciel blushed. "Sorry." He mumbled, sitting up.

"Don't be. There's no shame in appreciating something beautiful." Sebastian joked. He looked around the large bedroom as he got out of the canopy bed, pushing aside the sheer curtain. "Your house is quite nice, as well."

"Yeah," Ciel sighed. "I mean, thank you."

Sebastian laughed. "Will your parents be upset that I stayed the night?"

"Uh, no. My parents died when I was young." He muttered, surprised that Sebastian didn't know—it had been all over the news. "I've lived here by myself ever since. Well, except for the servants, and my aunt stayed over a lot until I was like, fourteen."

"I'm sorry, I had no idea." Sebastian frowned, returning to the bed to hug Ciel. "It must get lonely."

Ciel laughed bitterly, getting up from the bed and pulling on a pair of underwear. "I don't need other people to validate my existence."

Sebastian smirked, glad that Ciel was starting to show his true colors. "How brave of you."

The pair walked into the dining room, talking while they waited for their breakfast.

"Have you given anymore thought on my offer?" Sebastian asked, leaning forward on his elbows.

"Yes," Ciel started. "I'd like to come, but I don't want to leave Alois with Claude. He scares me."

"Claude may be a little flirtatious, but I doubt he'd harm his boyfriend." Sebastian reasoned, eager to convince him.

"I don't know. Alois and I have been friends since we were children. We met at a charity event my parents were throwing for the orphanage he was in. When he was adopted, his new father rarely let him out of the house. I only got to see him once or twice in four years. After his father died and he finally moved out, we both promised we'd never stay apart for that long again." Ciel explained.

Sebastian sighed. "I thought only girls were that sentimental."

"Shut up!"

"But if it means that much to you…" He pulled out his phone. "Grelle? Do we have room for two more people on the trip? Make room. They're a couple, yes. Thank you."

Ciel's mouth dropped open. "Why are you going to so much trouble for me?"

"You said you'd be my boyfriend." He smiled.

"Hello?" Alois sighed into the telephone, stroking Claude's hair as the older male sucked him. "Really? Okay, we'll think about it. Bye."

"Was that Ciel?" Claude asked, removing Alois' cock from his mouth.

"Yes. He said that Sebastian invited the two of us to go on tour with them."

"That's strange." He said. "Do you think it has something to do with what happened in the theater yesterday?"

Alois smiled. "I don't think they enjoyed watching us that much."

"Ciel seemed pretty flustered." Claude snickered. "Sebastian was just amused, though."

"Yeah." Alois moaned when Claude licked the head of his penis. "He told me that they had a threesome with Sebastian's manager."

"Seriously?" Claude gasped. "Wasn't Sebastian his first, though?"

"As far as I know." Alois chuckled. "The way he described it, I think he liked it. Maybe the two of them would like to play with us." He winked at his lover and smiled seductively.

Claude leaned up, positioning himself in between Alois' legs. "Beg for me." He whispered.

"Claude," Alois moaned, gripping his shoulders. "Please fuck me, Claude. I want to feel you inside of me. Fuck me until I scream."

Claude grinned and eased himself inside of the young man. Alois closed his eyes, tilting his head back in pleasure.

"No," Claude said. "Look at me."

Alois obeyed, opening his eyes and looking intensely into Claude's as the kitchen was filled with their panting and moaning. Claude adored the faces Alois made when they were making love—a mix of pleasure and pain, happiness and sadness, innocence and perversion. He could play all the parts perfectly, even blend them together sometimes.

"Harder," Alois grunted. "Faster!" He gritted his teeth as Claude drove into him as directed, holding his shoulders so hard that Claude hissed in pain from the sharp nails breaking his skin. Neither of them minded it; they had been intimate for three years, starting almost immediately after the sudden death of Alois' father, and each knew what the other liked.

"Ah, Claude! Make me scream! Fuck me!" He yelled, not caring if the neighbors heard.

Claude covered Alois' mouth with his hand and sped up his thrusts as he bit his boyfriend's nipples, using his other hand to stroke the cock throbbing between them.

A cry of intensity ripped itself from Alois' throat as he came. Claude groaned and pushed himself into Alois as deeply as he could, knowing how much the blonde loved to have his hot cum inside of him. Claude removed his hand and kissed Alois passionately, slowly pulling out as the boy jerked beneath him.

Claude lifted Alois into his arms once they had both recovered. "Let's go take a bath." He said, smiling down at the sweating, exhausted boy in his arms.