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.)

Chapter 11: The cavalry

"I'm sorry, did you say the mafia?" Sebastian blinked.

"Hmm, the Italian one." There was a period of silence in which Claude was tempted to check on the frozen male.

"So the mother of all mafias put a bounty on your head? And by doing so, mine?" Claude gave a sound of affirmation. "I don't recall this clause being in our contract." Sebastian frowned.

"Don't be a smart ass and just agree to help Sebastian." a voice chimed in.

Sebastian sighed. "Yes my lord." he turned his attention back to the conversation. "Looks like we're in."

Claude heard a strangled sound on the other side of the line and looked at the device curiously.

"We? What do you mean we?"

"Surely you don't mean to leave your best friend without your loving support in his time of great need?" Sebastian purred Cheshirely.

"Fuck you."

"We're in." Sebastian smiled.

"Meet at headquarters in 20 minutes." with that he cut off the line and returned to a nervous Alois. Sweeping through the door, Claude took purposeful strides towards the wardrobe before choosing his longest shirt and smallest belt. He chucked the shirt to Alois, who caught it and glanced at it with curiosity. "Get dressed, you're going to see where I work."

"Babe, I know I can rock anything, but don't you think I'll be sort of under-dressed?" Alois raised a brow. 'If you could even call this dressed.'

Claude faltered for a second at the pet name before brushing it off. "You also can't walk and look like you've been through boot camp from hell, so I believe you are quite underprepared regardless of your attire." Claude shrugged before tossing the belt on the bed. He then turned back to the closet, pulling a jet black suit and white shirt along with a black tie. Robotically stripping, Claude donned his attire quickly. He turned around, about to leave when he caught sight of a still naked Alois drooling slightly. Rolling his eyes, Claude strode over to the bed, pulling the shirt on Alois, buttoning it and tightening the belt to the last hole around his waist.

Alois giggled slightly before blinking. "I need underwear Claude." Claude blinked, before a cocky smirk laced his lips.

"Understood." Pulling out his drawer he pulled out a pair of bright pink, lace panties. Alois rose a brow at them and looked at Claude for an explanation. "An earlier conquest. Never know when you might need them." With great pleasure, and only slight resistance from Alois, Claude slid the flimsy material up those long, supple legs and up underneath the shirt/dress.

"This is humiliating." Alois pouted.

"I thought you could 'rock anything'" Claude raised another brow.

A smile erupted on Alois' face. "Yes I can." With that proud declaration, Alois flung his arms around Claude, enabling the older male to raise him up. With that Claude walked purposely to the car, shutting the door and letting the automatic alarm system take care of itself.

Alois hummed happily along with the songs while Claude figured out a game plan in his head. Finally they arrived at a giant, mixed glass and titanium building. It was very futuristic. Alois' sharp eyes took in the sight of the almost invisible guns and missile holes. He raised a brow, wondering what Claude's business actually was.

"Babe, what's with all the heavy artillery?"

Claude narrowed his eyes. "You can see it?"

"Only cause I know what to look for." Alois assured, as Claude walked purposefully into the building, ignoring the weird looks of some of the other guests and him princess carrying the scantily clad blonde into the black tie building.

"Mr. Faustus, who is your guest?" His secretary questioned.

"His name, as you may know is Alois Trancy." Everyone let go a soft breath and got back to work. It was comforting to know their boss was still his power hungry self that only associated with people with affluence. "His records and bank files have been emailed to you. Gather Madame Red, William T. Spears, Grell Sutcliff, Undertaker and Lau."

"Right away sir." Hannah bowed, looking curiously one more time at Alois before leaving. Alois frowned at her back before turning a beautiful smile Claude's way.

"I can't wait to get to know everyone, it'll be interesting to say the least." Claude raised a curious brow at his deduction but said nothing, instead continuing to the elevator. Seeing who was coming towards the elevator, the small yet crammed room immediately cleared up, everyone stumbling over themselves to get out, and not hinder their boss. Alois giggled at their behaviour, the thought of mice racing through his head as he hummed along to the tune in the elevator.

When they finally reached the office Alois beamed. "Ciel!" he cried out, about to jump out of Claude's arms, but to find that he was restricted. He look up curiously at the tall male, who only gave him a disapproving look.

"You can't walk yet." Alois pouted.

"Take me to him now Claude!" he childishly demanded. Claude rolled his eyes before complying. The others looked at him curiously as he did the child's bidding. Even Sebastian was smirking slightly. But Claude didn't really care, at least he wasn't whipped like Michaelis.

Ciel groaned, rolling his eyes, and palming his face as the bright blonde was carried towards him. He scowled when Alois demanded a hug, only to splutter when he found Sebastian lifting him up to the prat. Before the blue haired boy was about to burst, William chimed in.

"I would like to get back to work, what do you want?"

Here you are, hope you liked it ;p Isn't this nice? Claude's warming up to his little pet~! Looks like Sebastian's whipped of course, I wonder what reactions the rest of the crew will have to the two kids...