His.
Warning: Rated M
Contents: Sexual, Physical and Verbal abuse, sex, violence, drug use, Sebaciel.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji or any of the characters in this
Note: The Alois in this is not a slut (I know, such a shame -.-;) nor has he been raped (Well damn). And the Claude in this is meeeeeaaan. (So yeah, deal with it.)
Ps: This is the edited edition :)
Chapter 8: What next?
As Claude arrived home, he noticed the house seemed too silent. He went inside and called Alois' name cautiously. He headed upstairs and heard Alois speaking to someone.
'Is he on the phone?' Claude cocked a brow and leaned closer to the door.
"ah...no... I'm fine, Don-" Alois spoke softly, a sigh laced in his words.
Claude's ears sharpened at a man's name. 'Who the fuck is he talking to?' A feeling hit Claude like a tidal wave, a feeling he could not identify. He pressed closer to the door.
"Ne, yeah, don't worry. I'm at a... friends... yeah. A friend's..." Alois then let out a snort of laughter. "Man, shut up will you? You don't have to be such a ass." Alois snapped, though there was humour laced in his voice.
Again Claude felt something stir inside him. His eyes narrowed as he glared a hole in the door. '...He has some explaining to do...'
"Yeah yeah, you two, see yeah." Alois rolled his eyes and hung up. Not a second later the door swung open to reveal a very pissed off Claude.
"Who were you speaking to, how long have you know this person, what is their connection to you and WHY were you talking to him?" Claude spat out, rapidly closing in on Alois.
"Wh-what-" Claude backhanded Alois, causing his head to snap to the side and his body to fall on the bed.
"Answer me." Claude snapped, climbing over the blonde's cowering form.
"D-D-Don Seronta... h-he's been my on and off guardian for almost seven years..."Alois had tears gathering in the corner of his eyes because of the stinging pain from his cheek. "He-he checks up on me everyday since I moved here... i-it's part of his j-job... he got worried c-cause I wasn't h-home last night..."
"Guardian? And where are your parents?" Claude raised a brow, knowing there could only be two answers to this.
"...dead..." Alois choked out. Claude stared unflinchingly at Alois for a moment longer before gathering the shaking boy in his arms.
"I see... well then we have something in common. You have no relatives I take it?" Claude question apathetically.
"N-no." Alois was still scared though the hold seemed to have relaxed him.
Claude nodded and picked up the phone, making Alois snap his head up to look at him quizzically. Claude rang the number and heard a friendly hello through the call. He grit his teeth. 'I hate him already.' "Yes, hello. My name is Claude Faustus and from now on Alois Trancy will be living under my care." Claude stated. There was both silence on the phone as well as from Alois. Before the boy could open his mouth however, Claude shot him a pants shitting glare.
"Oh? And did Alois give his consent to this?" Don finally spoke.
"He's my property, so it doesn't matter." Claude spoke plainly.
"What!? He is not your property, I demand to speak to him." Don said, outraged.
"Please feel free. My address is 18 Simmeran Way, Brobridge." (A/N: not an actual address) With that Claude hung up and tossed the phone on the bedside table. His eyes then slid to Alois' bewildered form. "I will get my people to pack your things. Give me your address." Claude said, without room for discussion.
"F-15 Chrome st, Jerequey Alois muttered dazedly. Claude then flipped his own phone and ordered the people on the other line to pack Alois' things and deliver them to Claude's mansion by tonight. After that was done, Claude put the phone back into his pocket and turned to Alois.
"I forgot to tell you. This entire mansion is bugged." The blond's eyes bulged and look at Claude in shock. "And I have cameras everywhere. I usually only watch it while I'm at school or if I am suspicious of something, but now it seems I will have to watch it more often. I will hear every word you say and know everything you do whilst I'm away." Claude's eyes showed a seriousness that made Alois gulp inaudibly. "And I have seen everything and I have everything on tape, so really there's no need to be shy."
Alois' eyes snapped open. "You mean the-" He was cut off.
"Yes, I watched you bathe and masturbate while I was away." Claude said this all with a straight face yet you could tell he was amused by Alois' fish imitation. "It seems I need to fuck you more." Alois opened his mouth to protest but was quickly shut down by Claude. "I will tutor you so don't worry about your grades. Now-" Claude shrugged off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. He then promptly stripped Alois of what seemed to be Claude's shirt-though it looked more like a dress on the blonde. He wore nothing underneath. Claude flipped him on his stomach and unbuttoned his pants, pulling his boxers down enough to let his thick member pop out. Alois once again opened his mouth to protest but Claude just stuck two fingers down his throat.
"Mfgh-" Alois chocked, writhing underneath Claude's suffocating build. Alois' back was arched and his face was pressed against the wall, his stomach against the mattress and his ass was in Claude's firm grip.
"Suck." Claude commanded, using his other hand to gather the pre-cum from his partner's hardened shaft and rub it on his own. He smirked maliciously as he heard the responding whimpers and sloppy sucking sounds mixed in with mewls of delight. When Claude had enough he took his fingers out of Alois' mouth and thrust all three inside of him. Alois let out an inaudible scream before a string of very loud and very audible ones.
As Claude positioned himself at Alois' entrance, there was a knock at the door. Claude growled before picking up the phone and dialling the number. "I shall be there in 10 minutes." this was followed by a moan of 'oh Claude' and silence on Don's part. Claude then rammed into Alois, throwing the phone at the wall, breaking it into pieces.
"Claude-Claude! CLAUDE!" Alois screamed out, bursting. He came thrice and moaned lowly as his ass milked Claude for all he was worth. Claude then cleaned them both before throwing Alois one of his larger shirts.
"Get dressed." was all he muttered before leaving.
Soooo... you like? I had fun making Don get into the story, let's see how long he'll last hmm? Review please, ideas are most welcome~!
Hey guys, I'm just editing this story cause I felt it was lacking in grammar :) AND THIS CHAPTER. So sorry :(
