Can't Hurt To Pretend   von Pandir
                               (Claude x Alois)
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                              Kapitel 3: Command
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A high-pitched scream pierced the silence of the empty corridors of the mansion
- the cry of a scared boy finding himself alone in the dark and facing horrors
too dreadful for his little soul to bear.
Alois heart was beating against his chest, his fingers tightened around the thin
fabric of his shirt and his nails dug into his skin, as he stared into the
shadows before him. The darkness swallowed even the faintest noise - when he
held his breath anxiously, he could hear nothing except for his racing
heartbeat, and the silence was choking him almost physically. 

“Claude”, he whispered. 

The world seemed to close in on him, suffocating him, and the shadows crept
closer, whispering, whispering, and faces and figures began to form out of black
nothingness--

“CLAUDE!”

Warm light flowed into the room, chasing the shadows away as it approached, and
it lit the face of the demon who emerged from the darkness, dressed as black as
the shadows behind him.
His eyes gleamed in the candlelight, as he stood beside the bed, awaiting his
orders.
In a split of a second, the boy’s arms were wrapped around his body, clinging
onto him like someone drowning in deep water to his only chance of rescue, his
body shaking.
“Master…”, Claude’s calm and emotionless voice broke the silence.
The boy looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly. He was not shaking anymore.
“Claude”, he said softly. “Do you desire me?”
Before his butler could utter his usual response, Alois interrupted him,
sharply.
“Shut up.” And apparently, his search for a more satisfying way to annoy and
punish the demon - which also had to fulfill his desperate need to keep his
butler as close to him as possible - came to a conclusion, as he ordered,
“Shut your stupid mouth and fuck me.” 
The demon’s eyes met the ones of his master - in the dim light of the candles,
they didn’t shine innocently bright, but were of a darker shade of blue - and
a grin spread on Alois’ perfect lips.
“No, I know something better”, he decided, sounding very pleased with his
own idea, and let his tongue lick his upper lip playfully as he lay back on the
sheets.

 “Make love to me.”

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His master was beneath him, arching his back to meet him, his hands entangled in
the silky sheets.
Alois's piercing blue eyes met his.
His face was flushed, yet he seemed tensed and there was a hint of impatience as
he looked up to his butler.
His tongue flicked over his lips.
"Now", he commanded.

It was an order, and Claude followed it without hesitation.

Alois tossed his head back and a moan escaped his wide-opened mouth as he gasped
for breath. There was something wrong in the way his lean body twisted and
arched beneath the demon, in the way he pressed his eyes shut and the way he
used his legs to cling to the butler, granting him a better angle to thrust
deeper inside of him.
Alois’s moans were too loud and too shameless, his body knew too well how to
give access to his weak spots and his tongue licked the saliva from his lips one
time too often - no boy of his age should ever present his body in such a way.
The blond hair was a mess and there was a thin film of sweat on his skin, his
eyes were clouded with pleasure--

"Claude", he breathed, his voice shaky.

The butler bent down to his master, just so far that Alois could put his hands
on Claude's shoulders. Seconds later, the clinging fingers nearly ripped the
dark fabric of the waistcoat apart as Alois' body bent beneath his butler,
meeting his thrusts, and then the boy's head hit the pillow as he came with a
scream.

His hands slipped from Claude's shoulders and his head rolled to one side,
strands of his blond hair falling into his calm face. There was silence, except
for Alois' flat breathing; for a moment, Claude was captured by the sight of the
lean chest heaving and sinking quickly while the rest of the slender body seemed
to have gone limp.
"Claude...", Alois voice was weak, yet unusually calm. 
He used the back of his hand to quickly wipe a few remaining tears from his
eyes, then the blond boy turned his head and looked up at his butler.
He was obviously displeased.
"Why didn't you come, too?"
The demon's eyes were unreadable. "You did not order me to", he responded
blankly.
Alois frowned at this answer, yet he allowed Claude to use his handkerchief to
clean his master.
"You can't do anything without me telling you to, isn't that right?", Alois'
voice suddenly broke the silence. 
As Claude looked up from his task, he saw the boy grinning down on him. 
"You're just a miserable impotent bastard, right, Claude?"
If Claude was annoyed by these words, he didn't show it - in fact, the gaze of
his yellow eyes seemed more intense than before as he answered:
"I will follow your every order, until the day that I shall greedily sink my
teeth into your soul, master."
The grin vanished from the boy's lips, he simply turned away and curled up on
the bed, half-burrying his face in the soft pillow.
"I will sleep now."
Claude nodded, but before he could get up, Alois's voice stopped him.
The words whispered into the pillow were barely audible, yet they were
unmistakably an order.
"Stay. You're not finished."
There was a short moment of silence, before the boy added: "I did order you to
make love to me, didn't I, Claude?"
The calm answer lacked any hint of emotion. "Yes, master."
The butler lay down beside him and put an arm around his young master, granting
Alois to use his other arm as a pillow.
When the boy rested his head on his butler's arm, he closed his eyes with a
content smile.
"Goodnight, Claude~"

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