Remorse VII

A/N: Yes! This is a double update!

I'm rushing this one already; I've noticed how slow I can be… haizz! I'm not getting enthusiastic reviews to fuel me! Good thing Initiation gave me a few gas to pump this up.

No beta, no time, no inspiration. Expect not so great results.

Leave a comment, before I crack O^O!

Warning: Slightly lemony.

Alois POV:

Who would've thought I'd find heaven within my hell?

I gazed at the huge mansion of the Trancy's, a beautiful earth tone hue which was designed way back in the Victorian era. It's so old, but well-maintained, like a museum artifact. The gardens are filled with beautiful roses in blood's color, my favorite variety. Butterflies danced and fluttered around me as I sit at the patio, drinking my morning tea.

"Master, your blueberry cheesecake."

"Thank you!" I smiled at Claude and sampled his dish, but not before noticing something.

"Claude, the first two buttons of your shirt's off."

His muscled chest in milky complexion is a gorgeous view, but it's a little weird to admire it when I just lost someone and something.

Luke and my soul.

And this very handsome butler is a demon.

Crushing on him is insane out of proportions. A demon owns my soul. But does it matter anymore? My soul is a small price to pay for all these things.

A decent home.

A luxurious lifestyle.

Vengeance.

Who needs God when I have Claude?

But that aside…

This place is a déjà vu. I'm not telling Claude, but mysteriously, I can find my way around that 50-roomed space without getting lost. Each wall felt like mine, and all in all it's like home. The garden and those red roses and bluebells by the fountain, it's saying something to me. Kind of like a welcome. Except that instead of feeling warm and fuzzy, it felt cold and cruel.

The eeriest part is that photograph of Alois Trancy with Claude. In every angle, I can see a younger version of me. The eyes, the nose, the lips and the hair. I'm beginning to suspect the reason why Claude's all creepy when he first saw me. His eyes almost popped out of his glasses. Now seeing this, I can say that his reaction is already an understatement.

I took out the old photo from my wallet and stared at it again for the nth time. The boy in short shorts with a huge ribbon tied around his neck, his arms wrapped around Claude's who by the way looked like a vampire rather than a demon. It's a different Claude.

The Claude before doesn't know happiness even if it hits him on the face like Frisbee.

The Claude today looked as though he knew heaven like the back of his hand, but the sad glint on his eyes suggests he haven't reached it yet.

I looked up to see Claude, buttons finally fixed and is very contentedly seated near the flowers with eyes closed.

Hmm, I guess I over analyze things. Who am I to know Claude's past life?

Guess the English tea's too strong.

Back to Alois…

The look in his eyes is different from mine. Alois is cunning, as suggested by the gleam on his orbs. It says: I've seen hell and back. His lips slightly twisted indicate he has a dual personality, maybe even a bi-polar. It can't decide between a smile or a leer. The way he dresses is not orthodox in his timeline, so I can say he's compensating for something. But the way his brows are raised to express is undeniably a sign that he's in love.

The old me probably looked more naïve than him.

And the new, godless, heartless, cursed me is in the hell Alois had managed to overcome before taking the photo.

"Congratulations, Alley. You still have it in you." I whispered and sighed. Some people say I gave a dumb first impression, like I'm so stupid or spaced-out. Truthfully, I wanted them to think I'm like that. But I don't have an above average IQ and I'm not a scholar for nothing. I can see people with these eyes, through their very soul. I know who's lying or who's just nice. Luke used to say I can be too smart for my own good, so I held back to keep my man satisfied. I don't want to intimidate him.

Now that he's gone, I will need all that I have to reach my goals. I don't trust people, not even Claude who has an unreadable face, not anyone. Who knows when he'll try to cheat and steal my soul? Demons, after all are willing to relay ninety-nine truths in order to accomplish one lie. Though I hate God, I don't plan on going to hell for nothing.

I tasted blood and realized I bit too hard on my lip. Lazily, I returned Alois' photograph in my wallet and skipped back to the mansion, not waiting for the demon to assist me.

Yes, Luke, I won't burn in hell without those bitches beside me.

"Today, you will have a lesson in French by Mrs. Devin-"

"Je peux parler couramment le français, Monsieur," I winked and raised my feet to the table. I swung back and forth in my swivel chair like a kid as my butler lay down plans for the day.

"Then, we will proceed to the lesson in Fencing with-"

"I won the Nationals in fencing competition 3 years in a row." I smirked. Being a noble is a breeze if this is all it takes. He just wiped the glasses and placed them back on is face and combed his hands through wavy midnight hair.

"how about England's History?"

"I believe I won the inter-school competition in World History. 500 questions in one hour. Perfect score." I yawned.

When I was still at the orphanage, the Catholic nuns had a vast collection of books at the library and I used to read to pass the time. The fencing, I learned from Luke before we became lovers, and I tried my best to be number one for him. the French was taught at school, and Latin…

For some weird reason, I can comprehend and speak Latin without anyone teaching me. I came across a Latin bible and then I discovered I can understand the ancient language.

"You're faring better than I expected, Master."

"impressed?" I laughed. "Call it genius or what. Maybe I'm just a reincarnation of royalty."

I spun the pen around my hand and grinned at the dead-panned demon. "you ought to smile more often Claude. I know you don't get wrinkles, but you can't be so sure. Now give me a smile."

"If you say so, Master." He bowed and forced a smile. Or is it? It looked as though he just stretched his lips to a curve.

"Hmph. Disgusting. It's not a smile," I whined and stretched my arms out to him after feeling a little drowsy. "Bring me to my room, Claude. I want to take a nap."

"Yes, Yo-Master." He carried me piggy back style and walked to my room. He felt warm and smelled nice. I inhaled his musky, chocolate scent as we rolled to our destination.

How will he taste if I lick him?

I darted my tongue out, which was marked with the very sexy Faustian contract, and glided it across Claude's earlobe. It felt like marshmallows and tasted like French truffles. Yum, yum!

I sucked on the soft flesh and flavor burst out of the pores. Truffles, strawberries, vanilla and a distinct minty Claude. I was so preoccupied 'eating' him that I didn't notice that he stopped at the middle of the corridor and stiffened, until my feet knocked down an antique vase.

"Now, now. How much was that?" I pointed at the broken shard and lifted my feet higher to avoid getting cut. "Clean that later, will you?"

"Understood."

"Now take me to my room, captain!" I pointed at the direction and giggled. I'm like riding him already, as in a horse. He took the hint and bolted to my room, shocking me with his extraordinary speed.

I was tossed to the canopy bed draped with blue cotton sheets, with my head still spinning from the 'jetlag'.

"Please forgive me for being so bold," the demon removed his glasses and stuffed it inside his pocket. I stared straight into his piercing amber orbs, slightly nervous. It was a sharp gaze, almost a glare, and now I prefer him with glasses on.

"Care to tell why you devour my ear earlier, Master?" his poker-face would've made Lady Gaga proud.

"it was esculent," I spoke in faux Italian accent. "like parfait. You do smell like Belgian choco, Claude."

"Master?" he raised a brow and sighed. "Demons are sensitive, and to be frank," he looked down to his crotch. I followed his gaze and paused. There's a huge tent on his front.

Ohh, tempting.

And amusing as well.

"hehehe," I laughed menacingly and crossed my legs. "Naughty demon. You should be punished for getting a hard-on on your master."

I pondered a little on how to torture him, dismissing bondage and such. I don't want to have sex with him. hell no! I just like flirting with him. Claude provided real entertainment that T.V. pales in comparison.

Now, I have an idea.

"C-LAU-DE," I sing out. "Give me a bath, will you? scrub my back and all."

He didn't looked slightly disturbed, but I did saw his tent twitch.

I unbuttoned my shirt first. My eyes were locked with his and I can see he held his breath as I expose myself painfully slow. Intimidating orbs roamed with my fingers, and he didn't even blink when I tossed my clothes to the side. Then the shorts. I popped the gold button and unzipped my fly before letting it fall to the ground. Now all that's left is…

My pink panty shorts with a huge print of a bunny on my butt side.

Okay, now. Don't judge me! Panties are lighter and more comfy than boxers or briefs. I wore them on a regular basis and no, it's not even a bikini. These are knickers! Or boyshorts in America.

And let's not start on the bunny part. It was Luke's idea and fetish to make me act like a girly boy in bed. It was a habit I picked up. So, don't laugh!

The gigantic bulge became gargantuan when he saw me in bunny undies. I can't help but grin widely. He would've had a heart attack if he's human.

Well, he's not, Alois. Don't even go there.

Demon, are you feeling hellishly hot with my vava voom figure?

"Just hold on tight, and let me do my dance…" I get him back to reality by half-singing, half laughing Nicki Minaj's song beside his ear. He jolted back to consciousness and stood straight up, and I can swear he slightly drooled coz he wiped the sides of his lips with a thumb.

"Tsk, Self-control, Claude."

"My apologies." He mumbled blandly.

"Now bathe me." I yanked his tie (why is he always wearing a suit anyway?) and dragged him to the bathroom, the only place which was designed modernly. I sat on the edge as the handsome butler concocted soap and oil in the Jacuzzi, testing the temperature with his sealed hand before making it bubble up. I jumped to the water with my undies on, splashing the liquid all over my little drenched slave.

"Now, you're wet," I dangerously smiled before fumbling with his tie. He had to lower himself to reach me so I didn't have to stand up. I removed his top as fast as I could, ripping off buttons and zippers. He's like a gift and I unwrapped him like a greedy kid on Christmas day.

As expected, he had well-formed love handles and pectorals, the abs are defined too. he doesn't have any hair on his chest and tummy, and I am so tempted to pull down his boxers to see if he's hairless down 'there' too. Judging from the attention, he's a 'big' boy. But I won't be starting something now, although I'd be lying if I deny that little Alois is awake now.

His hair is all sensually matted and water clung to his ivory skin like crystals. He's do goddamn fucking HOT as hell. I finally understand why hell's all burning and torturously sizzling. The demons are too sexy to keep it cool. His breath hitched when I pulled him to the water. Skin to skin, my legs rubbed against his, his heat contrasted sharply with the coolness of aqua. Bubbles reached up to my chest, making me feel slightly ticklish.

"Alley," he whispered lowly. But I heard him. moving closer, I stopped inches from his face, my breath bouncing to his lips.

"Alois, Claude." I corrected him. "I've deserted that name like five minutes ago. Call me Alois. "

His soft hands caressed my back and Claude embraced me closer to him. I placed my palm on his firm chest, his heart thumping fiercely was not unnoticed by me. My chest is racing as well, but no, it's not love. It can't be love.

It's the adrenaline rush.

I tilted my head to avoid his half-lidded stare but he moved my chin with his fingers, and I was forced to look into his gold pupils.

His face, as always, is blank, but his eyes shone with something very impossible to believe.

Love? He's in love with me?

Fuck it.

I leered and raised a brow haughtily when he leaned closer.

He's going to kiss me?

His top lip already met mine, and as it brushed against me, it felt incredibly soft. It's melting me.

It's too much.

I pushed him away harshly, snapping out of my own delirium and his own illusion.

"Self-control, Claude." I comb my fingers through my wet blonde tresses. I met his eyes with defiance.

I can see the hilarious wake-up face he made, but I can't laugh out loud. I kind of pity him actually. He's like a baby deprived of milk and mama's hug. Pathetic.

Is he going to cry?

My sense of sight may or may not be deceiving me, but I thought I saw a tear forming from the edges of his topaz eyes. I felt guilty, confused, but whatever. It's not like I actually care about how he feels.

"now make me squeaky clean, you bad boy!" I tossed him the scrub towel and laughed forcefully. His attention is finally diverted and Claude carried out my order wordlessly.

A demon, crying? Am I crazy or what?

Claude's torture officially starts now!

Review, suggest, demand and fan girl! Do whatever you want! I just want to hear from y'all! Please? Pretty, sexy please?

Ciel: Am I going to be in love with Alois at this fan fic?

Sebby:*jealous glare*

Claude:*a fiercer jealous glare*

Chikay: ohh,, it depends upon my mood! Or what they say!

Alois: yey! *glomps Ciel* I can finally have you Cierru!

Ciel:*hugs hesitantly, eyes at his butler whose eyes glow pink into murderous intent for Alois* you really want me that much do you?

Alois: I want you more than Claude!

Chikay to Claude: aren't they a cuter couple?

Claude: Remind me to kill you later.

Sebby to Claude: I'll help you with that. *smirks*

Will I be able to survive the wrath of the two evil butlers? Will Ciel finally be in love with Alois? Will Alois fall back in love with Claude? Will Izaya Orihara ever get to eat his ootoro peacefully?

Wait, that's a different issue.

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