The Dark is Coming

Bright blue eyes stared unblinkingly at the ceiling, absentmindedly finding pictures in the ornate appliques. Burning buildings, leering wrinkled faces, and beautiful golden eyes. He remembered how that morning, those golden eyes had examined him with such disinterest. But there was also that smile… What did it mean?

There was a lingering suspicion in his heart since his duel with Ciel. He educed that look of euphoria when had tasted Ciel’s blood, how after he had not moved a muscle to help his own bleeding master. He recalled that hideously disgusted look his butler had given him. The memory sent a pang of hurt into his heart.

Alois endeavored constantly for Claude’s affections. His impassivity was both infuriating and alluring. He pined for him to love him back, but regardless, Alois was the one with all the control. Or so he had thought before. He felt his grasp slipping from his fingers and it frightened him. He took his anger out, as always, on Hannah. Something inside him couldn’t bear to harm Claude, no matter how the demon chipped away at his heart.

He made a move to sit up, gasping sharply in pain at the wound in his stomach. He traced his fingers over the bandages, the same place Claude has so gently touched earlier. The idea sent shivers down his spine. Claude’s strong, nimble fingers on his body.

He turned his head to look out the window beside his bed, brushing the disheveled blond locks from his eyes. He squinted, noting the sun setting in the distance. His heart leapt in his chest and he gripped the sheets tightly. “Claude…” he whispered to himself, quietly and full of fear. In the next moment, the tall dark figure of his butler was dutifully by his side.

“The dark is coming…”

“Would you like me to light the candles, Your Highness?”

Alois nodded silently. He imagined the look on his face when Claude was surveying the gash in his stomach. “No, just…” That look. That absentminded gaze he’d gotten when he tasted Ciel. “It’s such an awkward, such a straightforward, pure wound…” He’d known then that the demon wasn’t talking about the stab, he was talking about the Phantomhive’s soul and it hurt more than any sword.

Then… that smile when Alois had asked if he wished to devour him. What did that smile mean?

He picked at his nails, laughing unsurely to himself, before looking up at Claude. He was so beautiful and romantic in the candlelight. There was almost a warmth to his pale skin. He reached out to him, tugging on his jacket. “Claude, I’ll let you taste me tonight,” he offered, his eyes fixated on his butler’s, gauging the expression there.

As always, there was nothing.

“If that is what you desire, Your Highness,” came the cool reply, so devoid of passion and caring. Alois didn’t understand why he should expect anything less from a demon. Though, Sebastian seemed to care so much for Ciel…

Hatred, jealousy. Anger flickered in his eyes at the thought of Sebastian; that murderer, the one who stole Luka’s soul. He would make him pay, make him suffer, through Ciel. A sickly sweet laugh bubbled up in his throat at the thought and he hugged Claude around the waist, tightly lacing his fingers behind his back. “Yes, that’s what I want,” he said softly, resting his head against his abdomen.

He let his hands crawl up Claude’s body, using him as leverage until he was face to face with him. The depth in his eyes as he stared longingly into those gold irises was profound; endless emotion, madness and fear. He cupped the butler’s face in his hands, rubbing his thumb over his jaw and pressing his mouth to those ice cold lips. The demon stood there like a statue.

“Touch me back,” purred Alois, his young voice full of seduction. Sex and violence. Those were his most effective means of communication. Of course, he’d never been taught anything else--or worth anything else, for that matter.

“Yes, Your Highness,” came the swift reply and Claude enclosed his arms mechanically around Alois’ tiny frame. He knew what is master wanted. It certainly wasn’t the first time he’d ordered him to his bed for sex. He masked his displeasure as he pushed his tongue past Alois’ teeth, tasting nothing but pathetic, weak vulnerability. The blond entangled his hands in his hair, trying to pull him in deeper, his tongue playfully batting at his. The boy had an oral fixation; he watched the seal there glow as he pulled back and ran his tongue over his lips.

He pushed Alois back into the mattress, ignoring the hiss of pain as he crushed the tender wound beneath his ribs. His fingers moved to unwrap the bandage there, it being the only form of cover left on his master’s body. He grazed his fingers over the fine stitching, lowering his head to lick off the dried blood. Even more disgusting than his saliva.

Alois arched his back upward, his body pressing into Claude’s. He could already feel the blond’s erection pressing against his inner thigh. He traced the outlines of his smooth form with his palms, lowering his head to graze his jaw line with his lips. He nibbled and sucked his way down to his collarbone, trailing supple red marks on the way. Alois mewled his approval, begging him to go further, but Claude knew he liked to move slowly.

He could feel a tugging at his waistband, but he gripped his master’s wrists and pushed them back over his head wordlessly. His teeth scraped across his skin until they found a dusky nipple to suck on, his tongue teasing and manipulating the flesh until it hardened. He could tell from the hazy whimpers of pleasure that Alois was enjoying it. The demon in Claude wished to see him suffer. Alois knew that. He was willing to feed that sadism.

He gave the nipple a sharp twist with his teeth, enough to draw a bit of blood, which elicited a shocked yelp from Alois’ lips. “Claude!” he dissented, jerking upward, but I held his wrists down firmly. The butler didn’t have the leeway to disobey him, but the blond didn’t say anything more. This was a scenario of the past; he would complain for a while, but then give into his own masochistic fantasy.

Claude formed a path to the other nipple, teasing it with the tip of his tongue for a while before chewing with sharp teeth, quickly bruising the skin around it. Alois groaned and squirmed beneath him, the veins in his wrists flexing with his fingers. He released his bind on him to feel his way down his arms and over his ribs, his fingers noting each dip and rise in his tender bones. He dug his nails into his hips and kissed his stomach, tongue poking inside of his navel.

“Claude… just bloody fuck me,” Alois crudely ordered, his head lifted to glare down at him with childish impatience. Claude offered his usual assent and complied by massaging up his smooth inner thighs, then jabbing his thumbs into his scrotum. He was met with a gasp of pain, but the blond’s erection only twitched and pulsed at the contact. He gently kissed up the bottom of the boy’s shaft before taking the head into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, his fingers still kneading his balls roughly. He bobbed his head and sucked until he could taste a hint of salty precome, his tongue dipping inside the slit to lick it out. His knuckles felt out the tiny veins on Alois’ fully erect cock, eliciting a breathy moan from his master.

After pulling back his tongue, he sat back on his knees to undo his zipper, pulling out his own stiffening cock and pumping it gently in his palm for a bit. He watched Alois spread his legs wide, panting and needy, and carefully removed his glasses to set them on the bedside table. “Nngh, you’re so slow…” whined Alois, so Claude gripped his legs roughly and pushed them apart even further, sending a stinging pain through his master’s body. It caused the boy to shiver with delight.

Claude pressed the rounded tip of his shaft against Alois’ tiny throbbing entrance, wriggling it around and teasing the rim before starting to push slowly inside. The bit of wetness dripping from Claude’s erection didn’t provide much lubrication; Alois sobbed in guilty pleasure as he burned his way inside of him. His thick, stiff shaft quickly filled and stretched the boy’s tight rectum but Claude continued to push until he forced himself all the way inside. Then he began to move, quickly pulling out and slamming back in with the thrust of his hips, causing Alois to scream in aching rapture. His legs hooked around his butler, urging him in deeper with each push. The raw friction was already tearing away at his insides, but each slam of his prostate caused him to beg and plead greedily for more.

Alois’ lifted his arms to dig his fingernails into Claude’s shoulders, throwing his head back into his pillow with desperate cries. Blood trickled from between his legs each time the demon pulled out. When he felt Claude’s hand wrap tightly around his trembling erection, he had to bite down on his lip to muffle his otherwise shameless moans of pleasure. More precome began to seep between Claude’s fingers until, with one final slam inside, Alois arched his shaking body and came with a wail of ecstasy, covering the demon’s hand in hot, sticky seed. Claude pushed in a few more times before willing himself to orgasm as well, filling Alois’ hungry, eager hole to the brim.

When he pulled out, Alois’ entrance seemed to sigh as it leaked warm and bloodied cum. The blond settled back into the sheets, panting in exhaustion and staring up at Claude with both gratification and sadness. When Claude zipped his fly back up and moved to get off the bed, the boy shot up and grabbed him by the arm, tears welling in his eyes. “Don’t leave me. I won’t allow you to leave me,” he ordered obstinately.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

He had Claude lay down with him, clutching him against his chest where he seemed to cry with a mix of happiness and sorrow. Claude allowed a glint of utter revulsion to show in his eyes. Alois’s soul had become cheap and worthless to him. Whenever he saw that look of devout adoration in those blue eyes, he could only feel disgust.

“How did I taste?” asked Alois with a smug but shaky smirk, wiping his tears on Claude’s shirt.

“Delicious, Your Highness.”

“You better not be lying, I’ll make you pay,” the boy responded almost jokingly, but there was a real threat in his voice.

“Of course. I would deserve it. A butler should never lie.”

Alois gave him an incredulous look before resting his head down in Claude’s shoulder, eyes closed. It didn’t take him long to drift off to sleep, dark bruises already forming on his fair skin. The demon noticed the stitches which had begun to unwind, his gaping wound already splitting back open.

Wordlessly, he untangled himself from his master’s embrace and left him to sleep in a pool of his own blood.