Claude has managed to lift Sebastian's keys, and had a copy made. He is determined to break into that house and retrieve the Van Gogh. Ciel and Alois are falling for one another and Claude is having a hard time separating his personal emotions from his occupation.

What will happen when Claude breaks into the house?

Is the painting there?

What is Sebastian up to?

Enjoy,

~Kuro

P.s. I do not own Kuroshitsuji or the Thomas Crown Affair.

Chapter 10: Breaking and Entering

Claude slipped off his blazer and walked through the house, he had a wonderful night with Sebastian. That man was beyond clever. There were several incidents in which he was caught. He hadn't expected such a clever opponent; this was even more fun than he had anticipated. He had managed to get a copy of the key which meant the next morning they were going in personally to retrieve the painting. The house was dark as Claude walked up the stairs; he sighed as he slowly founded the corner and poked his head into Alois' room. Ciel had come over and he had been expecting to see the pair separate, Ciel on the floor and Alois in bed, only to see the pair wrapped in each other's arms. He smiled and leaned in the doorway, his arms crossed his chest and he smiled. This was far cuter than he had anticipated; he was going to support Alois' love. Even if there was a chance in which it wouldn't work, he hadn't seen the boy happier. He could remember that morning he had returned from the sleep over.

Alois had bounded down the stairs and was standing before him; he was dressed in his school uniform perfectly pressed and his tie tied expertly. A wide smile was plastered on his face and his sky blue eyes glowed. "Good morning," Claude said as he picked up his cup of coffee and took a sip. "You look happy," he commented with a smile. Alois jumped up onto one of the stools at the breakfast bar, "I had fun with Soma and Ciel," he said brightly. Claude's eyebrows lifted as he looked at the teenager, "What did you guys do?" he asked curiously as he folded his paper up. Timber walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge to pour him self a glass of orange juice. "Well we watched some movies, mostly action flicks and I played video games," he said brightly. It had been a long time since Claude had seen him this happy.

The sheets rustled and he chuckled as he watched the blond tighten his grip on the slate haired boy. Alois was terrified of the dark, which Claude understood after he had spoken to his physiologist. Alois had been locked in a room with no light and windows, the only time there was light was when his grandfather came to indulge himself in the boy's body. Over and over the boy was subjected to his grandfather's hand. Claude shook his head and felt his heart clench. A little blond boy, being beaten and raped at night, by the man who was supposed to look after him, protect him, and cherish him. The result was Alois' twisted sense of love, that unless a person beat him he wasn't loved. Time and time again Claude had tried to show him the other side; however he was unable to get him to budge. It was nice to see Alois get close to another person. He slowly turned around and closed the door, and then the thought occurred to him, this investigation could destroy them.

He walked down the hall and into his office, resting on the side was a crystal decanter filled with red wine, he had plenty to drink that evening. However the thought had just crossed his mind, he wouldn't only be destroying his chances at happiness, but Alois'. He slowly pulled the stopper out of the bottle and poured a glass of the red wine. It didn't have the same body as the one he had enjoyed with Sebastian. He looked over at his desk and hummed, "Business, Claude, its just business." He repeated the words over and over; they were his mantra when the world was turned upside down. He was going to get that painting, it didn't matter what happened to Sebastian or Ciel. He leaned against his massive mahogany desk and groaned, "Business," he muttered as he took a sip.

The sun light the sky a bright orange and Claude yawned, he hadn't slept the night before, he had to ask Timber to drop Alois and Ciel off at school so he could get ready for work. He sat in the front of the black Sudan he had rented and waited for the white cleaning van to arrive. Randall and Aberline were in the precinct, they had scoffed at the plan to begin with and he picked up his cell phone and asked, "Is the van in position?" He looked in the rearview mirror and noticed it parked not to far away, "Yes," responded a raspy deep voice. He smiled and popped the collar on his black leather jacket. "Okay boys, let's go," he commented. A crew of four guys hopped out of the back of the van with cases and brooms in hand. He sighed and he slipped out of the Sudan, he couldn't stand the small car, however it was more than sufficient to hide in plain sight. Within moments he had clicked the door closed and was walking across the street, his leather shoes were shined and he wore a pair of black slacks, he decided against the suit and tie, instead he went with the black tee and leather jacket. He slipped a pair of black aviators, the keys jingled as he tossed them in the air and caught them, and he was finally going to get into this man's house.

He walked up the steps of the apartment and watched as each of them slipped surgical gloves on. He could hear the snap as they clung to the investigator's skin. He reached into his pocket and pulled out supple black leather gloves. He looked over to on of them and nodded. In seconds the key was in the door and they were slipping into the grand foyer. Claude was greeted by the sight of a circular stair case, light blue walls and a beautiful marble floor. The entire house smelled of furniture polish, flowers and lemons. His eyes fell on the pearl white marble statue by the staircase. A couple embracing, such a natural act was on display for him in marble. Most would find it vulgar however he found it to be beyond beautiful. He smiled and looked at it, Randall had been ranting about it. His golden eyes locked on the guys working on the security system on the wall. One of the men popped the back of the unit off the wall and slipped on the leads, "Okay leads are on." His golden eyes fell on the pair as he began to crack the security pin, Sebastian naturally had an automated security system, and no one of his status would dare to own a house without it. "13," said the man with the stop watched, Claude looked at the screen and noticed a ten digit pin. Sebastian honestly couldn't make it easy for him, "15," he said. The tick of the needle on the stop watch as it moved hammered in his ears, he could feel his pulse quicken. They needed to work faster with the pin wasn't entered in 30 seconds they were dead in the water. "17," said the stop watch holder, he looked over at the screen they had six numbers. "We need to work faster," whispered Claude. He watched seven and eight flicker on the screen, "19." His eyes narrowed as he watched the last two numbers freeze in place, "21," said the man with the stop watch. "Cutting it a bit close are we?" asked Claude, there was a note of irritation in his voice. "He has a ten digit pin," the technician snarled as they fit the unit back on the wall snugly.

Claude sighed and looked over at the office, "Check down stairs, I've got upstairs," he commented. Claude watched the three, scurry off to different rooms like mice, careful not to alert the cat of their mischief. He walked up the circular stair case and found himself on a sprawling landing. He stopped and stared at the Persian rug on the floor and the numerous sketches, there were vases every where. He hummed as he perused the drawings, "Da Vinci, Michelangelo, Botticelli, impressive," he whispered as he looked at the collection. He was honestly thrilled that Sebastian had these, the statue in the foyer was his taste but the more he wandered through the house, the more he discovered the art which this man cared for. Every wall had a sketch, painting or photograph of some sort, it were as though he were touring this man's mind. So much beauty in one place, "Why one earth does he go to the Met when he has this?" he asked as he looked at the wall opposite of Ciel's room, a massive Jackson Pollock, he stared at the chaos on the canvas. His jaw dropped and he suddenly realized that, that was most likely the real thing. "A man of many tastes," he whispered before continuing down the hallway. He paused and drew a deep breath, the smell of Sebastian's cologne intoxicated him and he knew immediately what lay behind this door. He drew a deep breath before gently opening the door.

The room its self was immaculate, not a single article was out of place. Looming over a bed of navy blue sheets was a massive Japanese woodcut. He stared at the crane and koi which were painted in ink; he could see the details of the water. It was more than enough to enthrall him. The bed was massive and he couldn't resist wondering how men the CEO had devoured on this bed. Claude nipped the finger of one of his gloves and slowly slipped his hand out of it. Usually he was cautious however, he had to confirm something. He slowly brushed his fingers against the supple silk sheets; Sebastian certainly knew finery when he saw it. Resting on this side of the room was a table covered in photos, each of them beautiful men and women. Several Broadway actresses had signed their head shots and given them to him. His eyes drifted over the shot of a beautiful blond woman, with large green eyes and a body which could stop a truck. It was beyond beautiful, she was smiling brightly and he noticed that this was the only photo which was in both color and not signed. "Deceased wife?" he mused as he looked at the woman. She was certainly beautiful enough to stand beside Sebastian. Claude looked around the room and noticed a door was ajar.

As he drew nearer he noticed it was the door to Sebastian's walk in closet, the urge to look inside was far too great for him to ignore. He had only seen a few of this man's suits, his fingers itched to see the rest of that beautiful red eyed man's wardrobe. Once he had slipped his hand back into the soft leather glove he flipped on the light. Before him was a vast variety of trousers, shoes, jackets, shirts and ties. They were in warm and cool colors, each coordinated. He looked up looking for a place in which this man could stash the painting. Every suit was made of the finest material; he could feel the high thread count of his shirts as his fingers brushed them. Claude turned around and was about the leave the closet when he spotted it, that bright red tie from the dinner. It was the brightest and most vibrant of them; he slowly looked at it and smiled. Red was certainly this man's color. He walked out of the closet and went down the stairs; he spotted a number of photographs as he went. "So you're not in to simply paintings," he commented as he walked past a beautiful shot of the New York City skyline, before 9/11.

His foot steps echoed as he walked into the dark mahogany office, it smelled of furniture polish and leather, he smiled as he slowly looked at it. Paintings everywhere and then he saw it, hanging above the desk dressed in his signature bowler hat and suit. "A Son of a Man," he mused, a smirk had worked its way onto his lips. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a switch blade. He approached the heavy wooden frame and was about to pry it from the wall, when he looked at the desk. There had to be a way to get it off the wall. He slowly closed the blade and slipped the knife into his pocket. The desk was cluttered with papers, notes, pens and he slowly looked over them. That same elegant black script from the note, he smiled he didn't know many people who still maintained grace as they put the pen to paper. Black gloves swept under the lip of the desk as he searched for something, a switch. A grin swept across his lips as he hit the button and heard the larch on the door behind the painting release.

He looked up and smiled, resting in the cavern behind the painting was the missing Van Gogh. Its beautiful blue curls dancing whimsically in the sky. "Gotcha," he said was a grin. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bright blue bag, and opened it loudly. "We've got it," he called through the house as he slowly pulled it from its resting place and slipped it into its temporary cover. He held it flat in his hands and watched the three men clear out behind him. He was walking proudly as he walked over toward the old black Sudan. "He was good but I was better," he purred with delight as he slipped it onto the back seat and drove away. A synthetic voice filled the air, "Text from Alois Trancy, I think Ciel likes me! I'm so excited! Anyway he's going to stay over tonight. Sebastian has a dinner to go to." Claude paused; he couldn't tell Alois that Sebastian may land in prison before he is able to enjoy his time with another person. He felt his heart break for a moment as he pulled down the street, "No this is work," he whispered as he pulled into traffic. He wasn't going to be pulled into this, he pulled into the precinct. "I've got him," he said with pride as he slipped out of the rental and stepped into the parking lot. His head was held high and the painting was in his hands, he felt unstoppable. In moments he opened the doors and walked into their office, "Hey, we got it," he said with a grin, a thunder of applause fallowed him as he walked in and he smiled.

He hummed in appreciation as he walked into the back and was met by Aberline, "Well come on in and let's see what you've got," he chirped. He held out his hand and gestured for him to enter the room. Standing at the table was a tall and thin gentleman with silver hair, "This is the Sirius, he's a professor and leading art authenticator for the Met, he's know as the Undertaker," said Aberline with a smile, "This is Claude Faustus." Claude placed the painting on the table and noticed the silver glasses which were resting on the man's nose, "It's a pleasure," said Claude with a smile as he held out his hand. He watched the undertaker simply nod and begin to take a look at the painting, which now rested on the table. Claude slipped his hands into his pockets and walked over toward the wall on the other side of the room to give the Undertaker room. He didn't think it would be kind if her were looming. Randal's eyes were locked on him, his brown eyes narrowed and he could feel his intense gaze through those square glasses. "Don't glare at me Randall," said Claude sharply. He leaned his back on the wall and crossed his legs; he felt tight after driving the Sudan and vowed to never do so again. "Tell me something, do the laws of the United States mean nothing to you?" he hissed. Claude's head snapped up, he had been watched the Undertaker as he examined the painting.

He really didn't have an interest in hearing this conversation a second time, however he had a feeling he wasn't going to have a choice. "Or is it because you've been living in London for so long you've forgotten them?" he whispered, Claude could hear the strain in Randall's voice, "Because, you can't enter a civilians home without a warrant. If I remember correctly you can't in England either." Claude turned his attention to the painting again, he watched the Undertaker finish examining the boarders and take a picture using a special camera. "I'm here for the painting. I've informed you previously of my reason, just the painting," he replied acridly, "You can chase him in the name of the law. I just want the painting." Randall's eyes narrowed and he scratched his chin which was covered in his scruffy beard. From what Claude could tell the man hadn't trimmed it in days. "You've got a ghost here," said the Undertaker curtly, his voice drew Claude from his argument and he turned to the man. "What?" he asked quickly, he felt his heart pound, he was certain this was the correct painting.

Ciel was gazing out the window, he was going to Alois' again he didn't expect Sebastian to have another even to go to. Yet he didn't mind, the blond was actually far cutter than he imagined. He could remember that warm body he had unconsciously snuggled into that night, it made his heart throb. He was well aware that Alois was open about his sexuality; however, those horrible things he had said to the blond teen that night were still fresh. Sebastian was comfortable with both men and women, however he preferred men. His guardian was always careful about who he brought home, and when. There was one incident though which was seared into his mind. It was raining very hard and soccer practice had been canceled. Ciel walked into the house through the back door and heard a moan. At first he thought that Sebastian was injured, until he slowly walked up the stairs, he had taken his shoes off to avoid tracking mud through the house. The door of Sebastian's room was cracked and his sapphire eye widened as he watched the slender form of Sebastian on top of another man. His loud moans hummed in his ears and he could remember the heat he felt course through his body. Sebastian's body was covered in sweat and his face had acquired a soft rose hue. He watched as his guardian embraced his lover, the act was even more beautiful than the statue which was in the foyer. The sound of a delectable moan escaped from Sebastian's lips as he threw his head back. He looked as though he were spiraling back to earth; it was such a beautiful sight.

Since that night he only dreamed of touching other men, he felt guilty because of it, but in truth women made his skin crawl. He desired Alois, he desperately wanted to be touched and touch. There was a loud crack and Ciel looked up to see Ash standing before him. "Phantomhive, why don't you explain what a ghost is?" he asked. Ciel looked up at Ash, once again he was challenging him, and out of the corner of his eye he could see Alois ready to hear the response with a smile on his face. Ciel wasn't going to be called out by this man. "A ghost is a painting under another, many artists reuse their canvases so there are often ghosts under them," he explained. Ash's lips parted and it looked as though he were going to say something, it was clear he thought Ciel wasn't paying attention. The truth was he hadn't, he was far to preoccupied with how he was going to tell Alois he liked him. "They are detected through the use of infrared cameras and traditional x-rays," Ciel continued. Ash sighed with defeat and responded, "Thank you Mr. Phantomhive."

"Van Gogh often reused his canvases," retorted Claude as he crossed his arms. Randal walked over to the LCD and shook his head, "This is an inferred of the image underneath correct?" he asked before taking a look. The Undertaker laughed and nodded, "It appears someone really loves art." Randall looked at the LCD and shook his head, there was an amused smile on his face and Claude felt a surge of nausea. There would be only one reason for Randall to smile like that. "Van Gogh's hidden master piece," said Randall happily. Claude walked over and stared in shock at the monitor, "Dogs at Cards," jeered Randall, he laughed hysterically as he walked away. "You're right, you're no cop," he commented as he walked out of the room.

Claude's blood was boiling he didn't see this coming; the painting's corners were perfect. Corners were the traditional method of detecting forgeries, since the paintings were always displayed in frames. The corners were never viewed by the general public, and he had received the email that morning of the corners. "Where's that son of a bitch!" he snarled as he looked at the image on the screen. Sebastian had out maneuvered him again. "Where is he," he hissed as he straitened up, he was officially on the war path. No one had managed to throw him through a loop this size before. They never fooled him, in fact they were always easy. He reached for his phone again and smiled, Alois would know where that spritely man was. In seconds the text was sent and he awaited the reply. He couldn't let this rest; he had to continue his pursuit.

Sebastian was leaning against his desk in his office and smiled, "It's nice to finally have acquired Empire Publishing," he commented with a note of joy. He had been looking at the company for a great deal of time, however he hadn't expected, and the acquisition to end quite so smoothly. Soon enough Empire Publishing was going to experience a major change in hands, Ciel had always been interested in art and literature, and he figured that if he purchased the small publishing company Ciel might become interested in business. It was a risk however he knew this one might just pay off. "William, how are things progressing with Faustus?" he asked curiously. He watched the short raven haired lawyer look up from his pages and push his glasses back in place. He huffed and closed the file, "What about him?" he asked slowly. Sebastian chuckled he noticed quickly that he wasn't a man who was into gossip, that was Madam Red and Druitt's department. Sebastian relaxed a little and responded, "I was curious as to how his investigation was panning out." Green eyes narrowed and looked at him in confusion, "Sir, I don't have that kind of information," he responded after a moment. Sebastian's red eyes drifted to the phone, in a moment the phone was in his hand and he said, "Knox, find out the status on the current investigation and work with Spears, I want this taken care of. He has yet to return my serve." Knox laughed openly on the other end, and responded, "Alright then I'll see." William sighed and shook his head as Sebastian hung up.

"You know hackers aren't the answer to everything, Sebastian," William commented with a note of irritation. Sebastian looked over at him and sighed, "I suppose you are correct, however I don't like surprises very much," he replied. Before the lawyer could say another word, the intercom buzzed and May Rin said swiftly, "Sir, there is a young woman on line two, she says she's your escort for this evening." William was quick to leave and Sebastian pressed the button to reply, "Put her though." There was a pause and a young woman's voice filled the room. Sebastian sighed and listened to her speak; he honestly disliked conversations with women. "Yes I understand, it's a masque," he commented after hearing her rattle on about her dress, it was a black and white masque. The combination was unusual, however it was a charity event which he was asked to attend. He disliked being away from home, especially from Ciel however he couldn't avoid this. He smiled as he hung up, "I'll pick you up at eight," he said swiftly prior to placing the phone on its cradle. "Such a nuisance," he muttered before looking at his watch. He had some time before getting ready, "Bard, please come around front," he said swiftly as he lifted his cell phone to his ear. Tonight was going to be an enjoyable one; he honestly couldn't wait to see Claude's face.

The night was young as nimble fingers quickly tied a black bow tie. Sebastian looked sleek and picked up a simple black mask. Part of him hoped that Claude would arrive, however he honestly knew that it wasn't likely. He sighed as he walked out of the house in his long coat and scarf. "This is going to be a long night," he moaned. The young blond woman was sitting inside the car and he smiled, "Good evening, dear," he whispered sweetly before pressing a kiss to her cheek. Her green eyes flickered and she smiled, "I didn't think you would be desperate for a date Sebastian, there are plenty of women who are dying to simply dance with you," she commented. He looked at her and realized she wasn't going to live this down, "Ever think I would just like to avoid the prying eyes of Madame Red and Druitt?" he asked after a moment. The woman looked at him in confusion for a moment and nodded, "Well let's just enjoy tonight, I haven't been your escort in a while," she chirped. The rest of the ride was silent until they pulled up in front of the event. There were numerous reporters and Sebastian smiled as he noticed Hannah, she was a rather talented woman.

Bard opened the door and the tall blond stepped out she was standing in a stunning silver dress, with a beautiful diamond choker. She looked stunning in the sweet satin dress, a silver mask rested on her face, so only her large emerald eyes were visible. Sebastian stepped out in a sleek tux and a pair of dance shoes, he smiled as he took her hand gracefully. He escorted her into the building and whispered, "Shall we?" She nodded and walked carefully, Sebastian continued to walk and smiled as he walked out onto the floor. The sound of a deep alto saxophone filled the air, the energy in the room was filled with mystery as guests enjoyed the tradition. Sebastian led her to the floor and smiled, he could recognize every business partner and he smiled as he slowly wrapped his arm around her. "Dance?" he asked softly. She was grinning with delight as they began to move, it was a slow and delicate waltz, "Now then about the painting," she whispered. Sebastian sighed and looked at her, "Not here," he hissed. She shook her head and gripped his hand a little tighter, "We haven't agreed to the price," she whispered. Sebastian chuckled and smiled knowingly, she was always going to argue with him, "Too low?" he asked softly as he spun her out. Her emerald eyes narrowed again and she whispered, "No, far too high." He watched her spin back into his chest and he chuckled. He had known her since she was a child, "I can't seem to please you," he whispered.

He was about to say something when he noticed a hand tap his escort on the shoulder, long slender fingers which made his heart pound. She turned around and looked at the man and smiled, "Oh my," she whispered and looked at Sebastian, whose eyes were wide with shock. "Well excuse me, it looks like he would like a dance," she mused. The escort in silver walked away with a grin, her silver satin dress bellowed behind her. "He's hot," she whispered as she watched the pair. Standing in front of Sebastian was a spider clad in a black tux with a bright red vest; oddly he looked stunning in the color. Sebastian's red eyes were locked on Claude's, "It's a black and white ball," he commented, his eyes fell on the vest. It was the same color as his eyes, a statement or a challenge, he wasn't sure. Those cold golden eyes seemed to be calculating his next move, "I'm sorry, I wasn't invited anyway," Claude commented. His deep voice tickled Sebastian's ears. He smiled and commented playfully, "Oh you look flushed." A smirk played on his lips and watched as the broad shouldered agent held out his hand. Sebastian slipped his hand into one of Claude's massive warm hands. A number of people in the room stared, and he could hear the whisper of women in the room. "How many people can forge a Van Gogh?" he asked after a moment, "Five maybe six?"

Sebastian smiled as he felt Claude spin him out, however he wasn't going to play fair. He spun on the ball of his heel and wrapped his arms around Claude. His front to that broad back he had admired, "Oh you can't arrest me for a joke," he teased. Claude growled in frustration and Sebastian determined he was going to get this man. He had to have him tonight. "This one is a little too good," Claude commented as he twisted and Sebastian laughed. "You're just inches away," breathed Sebastian as he pulled away, he laughed with mirth. He watched golden eyes narrow as he commented, "I am inches away, I'm not going to fallow the bread crumbs you lay out you," before he could continue there was a loud wrap on a drum. The room exploded with a bright Bassa and he felt his feet move on their own, Claude looked irritated as Sebastian began to sway his hips to the bongo. Sebastian was well aware that Claude was hanging by a thread and he smiled, he was going to have this spider. Those golden eyes were filled with desire and yet he was fighting himself, "Come now, do you want to dance?" he asked as he spun in and brushed his fingers down Claude's broad chest. It was warm and he noticed the carnal look in those eyes. "Or do you want to dance?" he asked softly, Sebastian moved his hips suggestively and pressed his body into Claude's for a brief second. The room was preoccupied with enjoying their own dances, so preoccupied that no one would even notice a pair of men dancing. Sebastian slowly turned around and he could tell Claude lost it. He felt one of Claude's large warm hands run down his chest and caress his hips.

Fire was spreading between the two and Claude whispered, "Let's dance." His voice was sensual and Sebastian smiled as he snuck off the floor with Claude. He looked over at the blond he had escorted and smiled. In moments his phone was out of his pocket, "Bard bring the car around," he said swiftly as the pair began to walk out the front. The reporters had vanished and Sebastian felt his heart pounding. All he desired was Claude's touch, those lips, that tongue which had flicked a number of playful phrases, that powerful body. Claude slowly wrapped his hand around Sebastian's and whispered, "I feel it too." The black town car pulled around and the pair slipped inside. Bard didn't even have a chance to open the car door for the pair; Sebastian practically threw it open and slipped in. Claude fallowed and looked at him, "I'm impressed," he whispered. A chuckle left Sebastian's lips, in all honesty he was impressed with the man sitting beside him. He hadn't felt this type of thrill in years; Claude had honestly made him think three moves ahead. The painting was a fun wrench to throw at this man however, he was going to enjoy watching this man squirm as he attempted to get his hands on the painting. "Ciel is with Alois," said Sebastian after a moment. Claude nodded, however what Sebastian did next was a mystery. Claude slowly slipped one of his hands up Sebastian thigh and gently squeezed it. His hand was hot and Sebastian felt a current of electricity run through him. In truth he hadn't felt an attraction like this to anyone in his life, Claude was the first. The town car turned the corner, and slowly pulled up in front of Sebastian's house. "So," breathed Sebastian, he trembled with excitement.

Claude looked so calm and he began to wonder if Claude could feel it too, that energy which had electrified him, which was goading him to this. That deadly attraction which he enjoyed. "So," replied Claude as he slipped out of the car and opened the door for Sebastian. He shook his head and chuckled, "Shouldn't I open it for you?" he asked and Claude grinned. Clearly this man knew the role Sebastian preferred, "Perhaps I wanted to do so," he responded. There it was, that charm which he couldn't resist, did this man have an idea of how attractive he was. Sebastian walked up the steps and asked casually, "My key or yours?" Claude looked at him blankly, and Sebastian laughed freely as he slipped his key into the lock. In moments the door was open and the ten digit pin was entered. "I love your collection," whispered Claude, Sebastian hadn't realized how close he was before until now. His warm breath caressed his neck and he felt a pair of powerful arms slip around him. This embrace was warm and made him feel beyond safe, it was odd how the most dangerous arms in the world, were the only ones he felt safe in. "We have the place to ourselves," he whispered, the very words sent a shiver down Sebastian's spine.

Claude slowly caressed Sebastian's chest it was slow and savored every inch of him, a pair of soft, hot lips caressed the side his neck just bellow his ear. "Can I keep you?" asked Claude after a moment, his voice was soft and he sounded like a child asking for an animal to stay with him. Sebastian hummed, every place Claude's hands touched he heat spread to. Sebastian slipped one of his hands around Claude's neck and pressed himself to Claude, he moaned as Claude's fingers slowly untied his bowtie, there was a moment in which he felt his breath hitch. He was intoxicated, trapped by this man, he heard the fabric rub the back of his neck as Claude pulled. Those beautiful long fingers slowly traced a line from the base of his neck to his chin. Sebastian's eyes closed and he began to pant, he had never been treated with such delicacy. "For tonight," Sebastian replied as he felt Claude gently tip his head back. Their lips collided hastily as they attempted to satisfy their hunger.

Golden eyes slowly closed as he slipped his tongue into the CEO's mouth. That tongue was clearly more skilled than he had anticipated, Claude could barely maintain control. They pulled apart for a moment and Claude asked, "Who taught you how to kiss?" Sebastian chuckled and spun out of Claude's arms he was standing before the marble statue of lovers embracing. "Oh, that?" he purred as he slowly slipped out of his tuxedo jacket and let it fall to the floor. "I thought you knew, I can tie a knot in a cherry stem, with my tongue," Sebastian whispered, that sensual smirk was across his lips and Claude felt his slacks tighten around his hardening member. "Talented aren't we?" he asked as he watched hooded red eyes glisten with desire. Sebastian's hands slowly popped every button open on his shirt and he slowly slipped out of it. Despite his slender figure, Sebastian was much more toned than he had anticipated. Those sweet and plump lips parted as he laughed and he smiled, as he wrapped his arms around Claude who was still dressed. "You know these things work better when we are both undressed," he commented. Claude laughed and pressed his lips to Sebastian, his hands traveled down his back. His touch was light and slow as he committed each and every curve to memory. "We have all the time in the world," he whispered against Sebastian's lips.