Sorry for the wait, and sorry if the chapters seem to be getting shorter and shorter! *Bows*

The truth is, I've been so busy getting ready for school, and once it starts, I don't know how much time I'll have to write.

Also, I've gotten a bit caught up with AFF recently. It's so addicting, but other than that, I will say that this is not exactly smut because do you really think Claude would be stupid enough to get it on with Alois the first time the boy advances on him? *Wink* Well, he is a doctor, after all, and they're not dumb. Maybe next time, Alois! ;)

BAD KIDS

Chapter 7: Good Boys

"Are you hungry?"

Alois blinked furiously, his attention averting to the handsome doctor in the driver's seat.

"N-no, I was at lunch already."

Dr. Faustus nodded, a long silence enusing as they drove to God knows where. The whole time, Alois was examining his therapist, subconsciously biting his bottom lip and shifting slightly in the passenger seat. He was almost disappointed by the fact that Dr. Faustus wasn't reprimanding him or telling him that he was at fault. If it was anyone else, they would be, but something about the man sitting next to him was so different from what he was used to. It excited him in more ways than one.

"Dr. Faustus?" The boy spoke, turning his entire body in the man's direction. "Where are we going?"

The doctor adjusted his glasses, simply replying, "My office."

Alois lit up suddenly, the thought of being alone with Dr. Faustus at his office just adding to his stimulation. His giddiness was nearly overwhelimg him, and it was surprising that he was able to contain himself. After all, the blonde wasn't one for trapping his emotions inside himself. He'd rather let it all out.

Before Alois knew it, they were pulling into the parking lot of Dr. Faustus' office, and as soon as the car stopped, the boy was jumping out and very subtly rushing to the front of the building. He waited for his doctor to catch up and unlock the door before tugging the sleeve of his jacket gently.

"Dr. Faustus," Alois cooed, hanging on his of his arm and staring up at him with wide, blue eyes, an intentional pout lining his lips, "I hurt someone at school today... are you going to punish me?"

A seemingly oblivious Dr. Faustus glanced down at Alois, a confused expression hitting him. He shook away the bewilderment, sighing softly and beginning to walk into his office, the boy still clinging to him, which made it a bit difficult to move.

"Why would I punish you, Alois?" The doctor questioned, turning the knob and entering his office. "That won't do any good, now will it?"

"It might." Alois spoke, letting go of his therapist so that he could sit down properly.

Once they were both settled, Dr. Faustus couldn't help but chuckle at the boy before him. Alois was puzzled, tilting his head to one side, seemingly offended by what he didn't know.

"You're a weird kid, Alois." The doctor said, his amusement dying down slowly as he saw the odd partial smile that his patient was sporting.

"You don't know the half of it..." Alois trailed off, his smile fading and transforming into a frown, then suddenly changing again into something less conspicuous: a sneer of sorts. The doctor caught himself smirking.

"Does he not think that I realize what he's trying to do?" He thought to himself. "He should know better. He should know that I'm a therapist for a reason, and that reason is because I'm so good at reading people and predicting what they're going to say next. This boy's lonely in life, and is looking for someone, anyone. But God, why does that someone have to be me?"

Snapping out of it, he looked to his patient, who was now standing and approaching him with swaying hips. He sighed quietly, knowing all to well what was coming next.

"Why do you keep it so cold in here? I'm freezing." Alois whined, lifting one of his knees up to his therapist's thigh and pressing down to pull himself up so that he was straddling his lap.

"Alois, go sit down." The doctor commanded, not yet trying to remove the boy from his lap.

Alois pouted, countering, "But I am sitting down, Dr. Faustus!"

"Alois, st-ah!"

Alois was grinding his hips against his therapist's waist, their groins rubbing against each other suddenly and causing Dr. Faustus to interrupt himself with a harsh moan.

"Alois, stop it this i-instant." His doctor tried to pushing Alois back by his shoulders, but this only encouraged him to lessen the proximity between their bodies and grind himself harder against the man.

"But doctor," Alois spoke innocently, "it doesn't look like you want me to stop."

Dr. Faustus glanced down at his own pants, gasping at the evident bulge forming there. Becoming alarmed, he tried to push Alois away again, but ceased as he felt lips against his own. Before he knew it, his needy patient was biting down on his lip until he drew blood and forcing his tounge through his teeth.

It was beginning to ache between his legs, and the intensity only got worse when he felt Alois' own bulge against his stomach.

"Don't just sit here!" Dr. Faustus yelled inside his head. "Push him off of you! Hurry up before you end up raping the boy! You can't do this! Do you want to lose your job? Then those grades you skipped and your early college career will all be for nothing! Come on, Claude! Get it together before it's too late!"

Dr. Faustus was finally able to distance himself from Alois enough to speak again, "W-we can't be doing this, Alois. Stop it."

Alois brought his index finger up to his lips and spoke, "Nobody has to find out." He added a wink, then went back to gyrating himself painfully slow.

Painful. That's what this whole ordeal was starting to be. Dr. Faustus couldn't stop letting out miniscule moans... especially when the boy on top of him began moaning as well, but far louder than he was. His groin was aching, and the more he gazed at his patient, who was blushing terribly and giving no sign of ending his actions, the more he was beginning to throw his judgement to the wind. Part of him desperately wanted to forget about how wrong this whole thing was. He would forget.

That was easier said than done, though.

Something awoken in Dr. Faustus, and all at once, he knew that he couldn't afford to get into this sort of trouble or taint any already corrupted boy that he was meant to cleanse from reality.

With a sudden jerk, he stood from his chair, the boy on his lap stumbling to the carpeted floor below them.

"I told you to stop it, Alois." Dr. Faustus huffed, attempting to steady his breath. "What you're doing is wrong." He stared down at his patient menacingly.

"B-but, doctor, I need you." Alois openly pleaded, not even bothering to get up from his position.

"Your mother told me to help you change, to make you into a good boy." The doctor explained, his voice and gaze unwavering. "Good boys don't try to seduce their therapists."

The shame was spilling from Alois' body, his head hanging low in despair. He didn't even bother to glance up when he heard the door open and slam shut as his doctor left him there, utterly detatched from the world.

"He rejected me..." He whispered aloud. "How could he reject me?"

The boy couldn't handle it. He rolled himself up against the couch and began sobbing uncontrollably into his hands.

"Everyone leaves me. Everyone gives up on me." He thought. "It's all my fault. I'm so stupid for thinking that I could get just one person to pay attention to me. Now I've ruined everything, and Dr. Faustus won't want to be my therapist anymore..."

Suddenly, Alois let out a blood-curdling scream, his frustration nearly causing him to lose it, and his fist came in contact with the floor, tears staining the vicinity.

"None of this would've happened if I wasn't such a bad kid!"