Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. English isn't my native language..
White and smooth, soft, gentle...I don't know any other words to describe this. Your skin is just perfect. I run my fingers along your tight once more. How I wish I wasn't wearing gloves right now...Oh, I got distracted again. I take the damp cloth and wipe the last blood stains.I've been doing this for several day now and it sertainly started to bother me. Why someone who hates pain so much will hurt himself? You have always been afraid of any medical treatment...
"Your highness, as your servant may I ask why do you keep doing this? Of course these injuries aren't serious and will not affect your health, but I'm still bothered". I asked you at last.
"You bondage them..." You answer without thinking.
"Yes, I do" I didn't got it.
"You...do it with such attention. You clean each cut so carefully, nearly gently. It's...It makes easier for me to pretend that you really care."
It takes me some time to fully understand what you said and then...I stop all my movements. If I were a human, I would have thought 'Oh my god.'...So all of this is because of me? I... am the reason why such beauty is damaged. I...must feel disgusted right now but it's not disgust...it's sadness. It's so sad that you think you need to do this to get my attention. During of all my existence I've caused many deaths and suffering, but nothing of that has hurt me untill now. It's funny how some cuts on a boys tight can make me feel so bad about myself...
I feel you shake under my touch. I look up at your face. Your chrystal blue eyes are filled with tears, your slightly parted lips are trembling...If it didn't hurt so much, it would have been the most beautifull sight.
I lift you easily and then sit back on the bed with you in my lap. You clung to me immediately. I wrap my hands around your trembling form and just then realize that I should have dressed you first. But I don't care right now.
I look at the window. It has become darker. We've been sitting like this for an hour I think. You have callmed down. All I can hear now is your slow breathing. Are you asleep?
You lift your head from my shoulder at last.
"Claude..."
"Yes?"
"I haven't ordered you to hold me...You didnt' have to".
"I'm sorry your highness, I did it on my own will"
You look straight in my eyes and smile. It's so beautifull... I never though I could cause something so honest and happy appear on your face...
I bend slightly and kiss your forehead. You're the first angel that doesn't disgust me...
"Claude, do it again"
"Lets' dress you first, your highness".
It must sound strange now, but me quite dislike Claude. But me loves Alois, so you could say this litte fic is for him.