It was Saturday morning in London and the twenty eight year old pianist was sitting at a café with a cup of cold chai latte and one half of a salmon bagel. Claude's eyes were fixed on the man across of him as he spoke and nodded over what he said, sipping from the pip of the cup. From time to time he pushed the square spectacles further up on the bridge of his thin nose.

He was having his usual breakfast with his friend, Sebastian at a café not far from where he lived. The tall male was speaking business for the moment and his friend was excited to hear more about Claude's new work as a pianist for a ballet class at the Royal Ballet. Sebastian himself had some things to tell his stoic friend.

But even how much he told him, the dark haired male didn't make any sign of being interested or happy about what his friend said. But, Sebastian had learned to read his body language as well how he slightly moved his eyebrows and sometimes cracked into the smallest of smiles. So he knew exactly if he was annoyed, happy, sad, tired.

Well, you do get to know one other after thirteen years together, since high school, through collage and even now. Claude was twenty eight and Sebastian was turning the same in October this year.

"So, do you still feel like you are not worthy playing in the best studio in whole England? Because I know you have been playing since you were like seven. Honestly I don't understand why they didn't offer you a job earlier?"

"As I said they haven't needed anyone until now. And no, I was merely surprised when I got the call from them, I did not see myself as not worthy, I know I am good at playing." The male muttered as he sipped from the plastic straw.

Chuckling, Sebastian ran a hand through his raven locks and closed his eyes for a moment. "Always so self confident, I like that. Do you get paid well? I know your house isn't really sheep to own, it's rather luxurious."

Claude shrugged and put the cup down. "I get paid well enough to live, but I am looking for maybe a extra work. Something that don't take too much of my time, I like to at least have some free time in my life to enjoy."

"What about a hot line." Sebastian purred and raised a eyebrow. "A sex hot line where you can let girls masturbate to your voice."

"Sebastian, sometimes I wonder if you want these jobs? When I was twenty you suggested becoming a male stripper. Is this some kind of invitation?" The inky haired male tilted his head back slightly and lifted one of the fine brows to look at his friend.

"Ugh, don't even think of it Claude." Sebastian watched as his friend cracked a small smile before hiding it behind his cup. "You practically begged for it in collage, though." The comment was answered by a kick on his leg and a sharp look.

"Shut up. I was young and horny, and you were hot, in my dorm. What did you expect me to do?"

"Well." Claude stood up from his seat and pulled the shoulder strap on his bag over his shoulder and looked at his friend. "Past is past. Are you joining me for a smoke? That is if you still aren't trying to stop."

"No, I'd love some more poison, that is if you give me one. I'm out of stock, and free money." The taller rolled his eyes and waved a hand for him to follow him out. Sebastian took his still half cup of coffee and followed suit.

While getting outside in the sun Claude pulled out a new package and opened it, handing one to his friend before taking one himself. Putting it between his thin lips as his hand moved to search for the lighter in the small side pocket of the bag. Bringing it up to his lips he lit it and handed the black lighter to the slightly shorter male.

Taking in a long inhale of the smoke he let it slowly slip past his lips as he breathed out, almost sighing in relive. Once more taking a long drag from the poisonous smoke he took the lighter and shoved it into his bag before leaning against the wall and enjoyed the moment.

"Dose those nicotine gum, mouth spray and band aids even work? I mean, you tried that gum for a while and you were on the verge of breaking into a mass of stress." Sebastian did the same as his friend and breathed in the smoke.

"Nope, not for me at least. I would need something else to get obsessed about, perhaps cocaine or marijuana." Claude shook his head. "Stick to your cancer and you'll be fine." He joked and tapped the stick gently to let some ash fall from it.

"Well, I have to get going, work begins soon and I need to be at the hotel in a hour. See you." Sebastian said and waved a hand as he walked away from the other and pulled his jacket over his slightly muscular arms and passed the street.

Claude watched him for a while before heading to his house. He had nothing to do today except some of the later classes that day, beginning at seven. So he had a whole day to just do as he liked.

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Letting out a heavy sigh the ink haired male removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes slightly with his thumb and point finger before running the hand over the lower part of his face, stopping at his mouth.

It was just past nine and he was sitting at a café and drank a double espresso as he read a book he had brought. The work at the ballet session was over and he was eating his late dinner. Well, drinking.

It was fairly empty in the cozy café and it was quiet, so you could hear the soft playing of the jazz music in the background. Putting his right hand over his neck he rolled it, hearing it pop.

The sound of a bell singing told him that a new person entered the room. Cracking his golden eyes open he glanced at the blond female that entered. She had knee high stockings with brown boots, short black shorts with golden buttons at the pockets, a pure white button up covered by a thick dark grey knitted shirt with patterns on it. Her short blond hair looked flattering to the pale skin.

Hearing the girls voice order made him knit his brows together. He recognized it, but from where? Seeing her turn around, he noticed she was in fact not a she it was a male. Alois Trancy to be precise. The rosy cheeks were round and his pale blue eyes scanned the room for a place to sit. Noticing that the blond saw him stare made him blink and look down to sip his coffee.

Hearing the sound of small feet moving towards him alerted him o look up once more, but this time Alois was standing in front of him at the other side of the table. "May I sit here?" The slightly quivering voice asked and Claude nodded.

"Have a seat." He cooed and motioned a hand forward.

"Thank you. C-Claude right?" The blond stuttered out with a shy smile. Claude noticed and was slightly amused already. "Yes, that's right. Alois Trancy if I am not wrong? You tripped last lesson, are you alright? I noticed you weren't there yesterday." The stoic male stated in a try to start a conversation.

"Uhm, yeah. I over slept to be honest and I guess I needed to take it easy for a day. I was feeling light headed almost all day." Nodding he sipped his coffee. "You should be more careful, what made you lose focus like that?

A visible flush spread across his pale cheeks and he opened his mouth to speak but closed it again like a gasping fish a couple of times. "I—I guess I just got out of sync and fell." He blurted out and looked down in embarrassment.

Keeping a chuckle in The older of the two nodded, not showing any sign of amusement anyhow. "What brings you here this late at night? Shouldn't you be studying or at least be home. Aren't your parents worried?"

The blond suddenly started to giggle and shook his head, making Claude furrow his brows. What was so fun about his question? "Oh… Claude, how old do you think I am?"

Putting his cup down the male crossed his legs and laced his fingers together. "I don't know, perhaps seventeen to eighteen." Another load of giggles erupted from the blonds pale pink lips.

"I can assure you of that I am older than that. I don't go to school you know. I am twenty three." A perfect black brow raised slightly at this. So he was this old. And still his body looked as if it had stopped growing at the age of fifteen. His face had no out breaks or slightest hint of facial hair.

The other males name got called out and he excused himself to go and get his coffee. When he was back Sebastian got to speak again. "I did not think that you were that old. You look as if to be younger than seventeen. Honestly."

"Thanks, I guess." Alois shrugged and the golden eyes scanned his small body, he was indeed skinny, almost anorectic. He still looked to be full of life and happy. Perhaps he was skinny naturally, some people just were like that.

"Uhm…" Finding himself staring at the boys thighs the male snapped his eyes to look up at his cerulean eyes again. "How old are you then, if you don't mind me asking."

"Recently turned twenty eight." Claude answered and leaned back. This made the age gap between them smaller, and he did not have to worry about any parents interfering if this went on. Claude was considering playing with the blond a bit. He enjoyed teasing and breaking people. And this one seemed to already be falling for him. It was a while ago he had some fun.

Letting a small smirk spread over his face the always so stoic male leaned forward. "Do you live close here?"

The blond nodded and sipped his coffee. "Not too far away from here.." His fingers were toying with the handle at his cup as he chugged down some more. Nodding Claude turned his small smirk back to the small frown. "I don't understand why you are out late though, you have a early class tomorrow and there might be some troublesome people out at this time. And by your looks, you could be attacked."

Alois looked at him a bit before sipping his coffee. "I wanted to get out of my house for a bit. I needed a walk, some fresh air. But it got slightly cold so I went here. I often go here when I want to think."

"Want to get away in other words?" Claude cooed and raised a eyebrow, pushing the clear spectacles up his nose. The blond nodded and rubbed his thumb over the china. "I guess you could say that yes.." The blond said with a small smile towards the older.

The stoic male noticed that the blond didn't look to be on his top. His eyes were slightly red and glazy. Under his eyes there was a small flush and he looked paler than otherwise. Perhaps the boy was sick? A fever?

Claude stood up and moved over to sit in the sofa next to Alois, watching as he hesitant put his cup down and turned to the taller one. After scanning his face he found some dried blood under his nose. Knitting his brows together a big hand rested on the small shoulder as his right wrist pressed against Alois' four head. He wasn't hot. So it could not be a fever he had caught.

"Alois, are you feeling aright. You look sick." Letting go of the boy Alois hitched his breath slightly, and it was not really unnoticeable, which made Claude smirk inwardly.

"N—no. I am just out worked and tired. I guess." Alois blurted out and flickered with his eyes.

The tension was slightly growing between the two, and the blond could feel heat raise to his cheeks and ears. Now fearing that he might blush, casting his sight down on his lap, only to watch a pale hand with black painted nails place on his left thigh.

"Are you alright? Would you like me to drive you home?" Claude breathed against his ear and slightly massaged the soft flesh on his thighs, making him shiver and turn his cheeks bright red.

This was fun, the older thought. It also was a chance into wrapping the blond around his finger, making everything in his little game he was o start, even easier. The sensual touches, breathing against his neck, gently words. Alois was getting further and further tangled in his webs.

"I don't want to be a bother."

"You would never be a bother to me, Alois." Breathing out his name and tucking some of the blond hair behind his ear Claude heard him swallow hard and felt the muscles in his skinny thighs tense.

"Come, I have my car outside. Tell me where to go and I'll get you there in no time." With that, he took a step away and stood up, collecting his belongings before moving towards the door. Leaving Alois to look after him with wide and longing eyes.

Quickly standing up and running after the older Alois felt his body fill with excitement and nervousness.

The car Claude Faustus owned was a normal, five seated black car. He was already in it when Alois came padding after him and got to the other side of the black machine. "I don't really want to go home." He breathed out as his blond hair blended into the black leather seat.

Oh how Claude wanted to grin and tease him more. This was almost too easy. Just offering him to go to his place and he could get a sight of him naked again, perhaps even get intimate. But he wanted to wait a bit with that, make him feel like he couldn't get it all if he didn't beg.

The younger blond was rather attractive actually. It was surprising that he did not have a boyfriend, or perhaps he had, and he wanted to fool around to make him jealous. But either way he wanted to have his fun as well, and he knew what strings to pull to get him completely stuck, making him think that he was important and then either eat him up or just drop him. Either thing would leave him broken.

"What about you spend the night at my house? It's big enough for us both." Alois' cheeks once more turned pink and he nodded. "Okay." When the engine started, the slender male felt his heart beat faster and slowly the car started to move.

Watching the street lamps pass by Alois slowly closed his eyes and let out a sigh, leaning back in the seat and waited.

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It was still foggy in the room when Alois stepped out of the shower. His hair was dripping and his skin flushed. He had asked to use the shower after getting there. It was a big house and Alois suddenly felt insecure about all this.

Wrapping a dark gray towel around his small form he stepped out and walked towards the room Claude told him to go to when finishing. Perhaps it was one of the guest rooms. His clothes were in this room, Claude had said he'd leave something for him on the bed to wear.

Opening the door he spotted the black haired male and stopped. Was this his room? Had he gone wrong?

Oh my god he's naked!

The blond felt his cheeks heat up again. It was silly how he acted, he's a adult after all, but he's acting like a blushing teenage boy!

Man up for god's sake!

Alois mentally slapped himself and knocked softly at the door. "Claude? Can I come in?" Keeping his voice from breaking the blond heard a muffled and monotone yes.

Stepping in he let out a breath as he saw that he at least was clothed waist down, making the heat disappear from the pale skin.

"Your clothes seemed a bit dirty so I threw them into the wash, they'll be dry by tomorrow morning so there's no need to be worried." Claude said boldly and handed the younger one of his t-shirts to sleep in. "I don't know if I have any underwear in your size though…" Muttering he scanned the slender body. Perhaps he could find something for him.

"Thank you." Alois chipped and dropped the towel without hesitation before pulling the big shirt on, it reached down mid thigh on him and felt big on his slender frame. It just told him once more how smaller he was compared to the stoic male.

Claude felt like a hungry wolf as the boy dropped the towel and exposed his flawless skin. But he was going to be patient, if you wait for something good, you can never wait too long. And, right now he wanted to tease his prey, to lure him in further.

"No problem." He said lowly and tore his eyes from the now covered skin and continued his search for undergarments for little Alois.

"You know, this is covering me up just fine. I don't need underwear unless you'd hate to have my junk rubbing against your shirt."

"Honestly I do not mind, it'll only be for a little while. It was mostly if you'd feel more comfortable not… hanging around." If what he had said himself didn't make him blush, Claude certainly did. Fumbling with the shirt he shook his head no.

"Wait.. Are my clothes not getting done until morning? I—I thought I was just going to be here for the night before returning home afte-"

"I thought you were staying the night." Claude interrupted and glanced at him as he walked over to the blond and leaned down to pick up the towel. "But if you'd like to leave it's fine."

"No! N—no.. I was just slightly worried I am going to miss ballet. I don't have my clothes here and I can't miss another day I think."

Putting the fluffy towel to the side he sat a hand on his slender shoulder, in a way of comforting him and making him feel home. "I will have to drive there for work either way tomorrow, you could always borrow from the club, they got some spare shoes and clothes."

Alois nodded and tucked some hair behind his ear in nervosity, which made the older male lift a eyebrow at the display. "You can sleep in here if you want, I could take the sofa." Claude offered with a shrug and took out a extra pillow from the closet.

"What? No, I can't make you sleep there, it's your house. I can take the sofa. I got no problem with that." Alois smiled charmingly and walked up to Claude to take the pillow. "But you are not sleeping yet are you?" The blond almost purred as he walked out the room to where the sofa stood.

Oh this was too easy.

Claude hummed as he walked out after him and shrugged. "I could make you some sandwiches and tea. Perhaps watch some TV if you're not tired yet." The blond nodded and sat the pillow down on the sofa that he was going to sleep on.

"I'd love some, yes." Smiling more Alois followed his host into the kitchen in the other room. The pianist owned a big house and it was in a rather perfect order. It was a lot of nice and expensive furniture in the rooms. Each of the three bed rooms had a king or queen sized bed and rather dark themes. The whole house had. But it was still fitting and not too gothic.

Claude liked to have it dark, it made him feel calm. As he reached for the cabinet he sent a glance to the dancer quickly before opening it only to find it empty, sighing he closed it again. "Would you care to wait fifteen minutes and I could make some scones, I am out off bread and we can't wait half the night for bread to ferment."

"Oh, of course not. I can help you if you'd like." The blond blurted out and walked to lean against the counter.

"You could go and get the salt, flour and butter. The salt and flour is over there and the butter is in the fridge." Claude motioned at a cabinet with a measurement tool before kneeling down to open a door and took a plastic bowl out.

Starting to blend the dry ingredients together he had asked Alois to cut the butter into small dices so they were easy to work with.

Alois had been standing on his toes at some points as he asked Claude if he did alright, It made him seem more delicate and small.

The pianists long slender fingers were massaging the flour fix and butter together in the bowl, making it all stick together. "Could you take a oven tray and rub some butter on it?" In response he got a nod and the younger scrambled around with the metal box underneath the oven and got some trays out. Taking one the blond took some butter in a piece of paper and rubbed it over the black metal.

After making two neat circles out of the dough, Claude pushed them into the hot oven and sighed, washing his hands of before putting a pot filled with water on a burner. "I presume earl grey will fit you?"

"Yes."

It didn't take long until they were seated in front of the TV with some orange and strawberry marmalade, freshly made scones and hot tea on the small coffee table. On the screen there was going a movie that neither of them paid much attention too as they ate and talked.

Claude thought that Alois was rather interesting. The petit dancer seemed to been having a good time. He could see the slight glimmer in those cerulean eyes as him.

"So you have danced for some time then?" The black haired male murmured and sipped his tea after pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose a bit.

"Yeah, since I was seven." Alois replied and reached to take yet another scone. "Your cocking is amazing by the way! Your scones are simply perfect.." He mused and hummed as he spread a bit of strawberry marmalade over it.

"Thank you, Alois. But this is simple. If you'd like I could make you dinner some day." The pianist murmured once more and followed cue with Alois and took another scone for himself.

Perhaps for the fifth time this evening Alois had blushed and nibbled on his lower lip as his eyes flickered down. "I'd love to." He said quietly and felt a arm wrap around his shoulder.

"There's no need to be shy Alois. And what about this Saturday? Are you free then?" Claude questioned and rubbed the small shoulder after setting his cup down. Alois felt so small every time he touched him or laid a arm around the younger. He felt as if he could break at the smallest touch.

"Yeah, I'm free for Saturday." Alois whispered and tensed at the touches. They were gentle but yet he felt as if they were burning him.

Was this a date the youthful blond thought and hesitantly leaned against the others body. When not getting any kind of reaction but more caresses to his shoulder Alois smiled softly and closed his eyes as his hands grasped at the cup of hot tea.

"That's a date then." Claude breathed and squeezed his small frame gently.

Alois looked up at him a bit surprised, his light blue eyes were wide and his mouth slightly open. There was a small hint of pink on his cheeks as his pale eyes met the golden, warm ones.

The pianist moved his hand up and rubbed his neck softly and looked deep into his eyes. The blonds heart flickered in his chest, both from anxiety as well as excitement and perhaps happiness?

As his eyes blinked it felt as if Claude had moved much closer and his hands began to shake in fear of what to come, actually. The blond swallowed hard.

"Are you nervous?" The soft murmur came from the other and his breath brushed over his cheek softly before his lips moved to capture Alois', running his hand up in the light blond hair and tangled the black painted nails in it.

The kiss had been quick and soft. Almost ending too soon. Alois had gasped and felt the others tongue slightly grace over his bottom lip before it had been over. It made the blond want more, to taste more.

Alois wanted to let his cup go and cling to the stoic male holding him tightly, ask for more of those gentle kisses.

Claude's hand softly ran through the back of his head with a small sigh he looked away from the blonde. "Excuse me for that please. It wasn't very polite of me."

With a small gasp the blond had shook his head. "N—no.. It's alright. Please don't over think it." Alois nibbled on his lower lip fancily as his hands grasped at the cup.

Silence filled the room for minutes before the warm protecting embrace disappeared from Alois. Making him feel even more obnoxious about all this. Finally he set his cup down and curled his legs up to press against his chest, laying his head atop of his knees. "I am feeling tired…" The dancer murmured and glanced down, nuzzling his nose into his knees, closing his eyes.

"Then I will go and get you a blanket, if you haven't decided you do want to sleep in my room instead?" Claude's eyes averted down to the blonds bum, due that he wasn't wearing any kind of undergarment, everything was visible, making him lick his lips as he turned around.

"No, I will be good here with a warm blanket and a pillow." The blond said and noticed the almost hungry eyes looking at him like a wolf would look at its pray. It made the small boy feel his hands sweat slightly, as well as shaking.

Oh god he was nervous.

A/N; Sooooo here is the next chapter. And it took a while to finish. ^^' Haven't had the greatest of times and have had one test a week lately so I have been studying like a bitch.

But I want to thank all of you for reading and greet my new readers! I love you all333

Hopefully I will be able to get next chapter done quicker than this time. At least I updated uvu