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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroshitsuji_|_Black_Butler
  Relationship:
      Alois_Trancy/Claude_Faustus
  Character:
      Claude_Faustus, Alois_Trancy, Hannah_Anafeloz, The_Triplets
  Additional Tags:
      Mpreg, Angst, Romance_if_you_squint_and_tilt_your_head
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-04-05 Words: 1631
****** Mistakes you made ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Claude sneaks into Alois' bed late one night and drama (and a baby)
     ensues.
Notes
     Honestly that title doesn't fit very well I just couldn't think of a
     good one!
A confused noise left Alois as his eyes peeled open to reveal Claude looming
silently over him. What was Claude doing in his room? Hadn’t he already put him
to bed?
After mumbling his butler’s name the blond sat up and realized that there was
an odd look in his eyes.
“..Claude?” He repeated, hesitant but almost hopeful that the demon would want
him.
The young earl began to feel uneasy when his question was met by silence, but
before he could snap at Claude for staring like an imbecile, he was on the
move. His hands caressed Alois’ exposed thighs and brazenly wandered up his
nightgown, and the boy let out a few wanton gasps—being touched by Claude was
much better than touching himself and thinking of the demon, he decided.
He’d never though he would actually feel something other than disgust with an
older man touching him, come to think of it he hadn’t given it much thought
lately, but the way Claude’s fingers were working on him he didn’t care how old
the demon was.
Alois heard his name and looked up into those clouded orbs just in time to see
Claude give a wicked grin. It sent a shiver down his spine, this wasn’t his
Claude. There was something wrong, he knew, but he couldn’t get himself to
struggle no matter how the thought that this wasn’t actually Claude prodded at
him.
Without another word their clothing was removed, Claude looking none to patient
as he undid buttons and threw the garments aside, as if they had offended him
in some way.
The blonde tensed a little when his legs were pushed apart without warning, and
a strangled cry tore itself from his throat when Claude entered him without
even a thought of preparation.
“Claude, that hurts!” The boy panicked, arching his back to retreat from the
assault on his lower body. His fingernails suddenly found purchase in the
demon’s back, clawing and raking them over his butler’s back seemed to relieve
the pain a smidge.
His only experience was with the late Lord Trancy―and he sure hadn’t been this
big or, surprisingly, this rough.
Tears came to his eyes from the odd mix of pain and pleasure. This was all he’d
ever wanted―Claude’s eyes on him—but he hadn’t wanted it like this. Not with
all this pain encompassing him.
Claude was relentless, panting and grunting like an animal while he moved in
and out of the young body before him.
Alois’ cries of pain fell on deaf ears, the earl noticed, when Claude continued
at the quick pace. Over time his cried subsided into small whimpers, and
eventually moans were dragged out of him.
With a whine Alois found himself cumming, with Claude following shortly due to
the contraction of the boy’s muscles around him.
To the horror, and mild annoyance, of the young Trancy earl Claude suddenly
passed out; and the blond had barely managed to roll to the edge of the bed
before Claude fell onto it with a hard ‘thump’.
Confused by the happenings, Alois stood and made his way to his bathroom. He
definitely didn’t appreciate the uncomfortable feeling of cum leaking down his
thighs; no matter who it belonged to.
A short while later Alois came out of the bathroom half-refreshed only to find
his bed empty; Claude was nowhere in sight and the evidence of their late night
rut was still on the bed.
With an irate sigh the boy muttered some curses and set to work on changing the
sheets himself.
He could not let Hannah or the triplets clean this up, they would no doubt look
at him as if he was dirty, and none of them deserved to look down on their
blonde master.
                                      ***
It’d been almost three months since the night Claude had crawled into his bed,
and it didn’t seem as if Claude remembered. The next morning Alois had prodded,
lightly, and either the golden-eyed demon hadn’t remembered or he was trying to
desperately forget.
Alois had eventually dropped it, it seemed as if he didn’t remember their late
night rendezvous after all, and life had gone back to normal.
For a while, anyway.
After about a month and a half the blond had begun having terrible fits of
sickness, usually after he woke, that resulted in him throwing up for,
sometimes, hours.
Claude had suggested calling a doctor, but the earl refused.
Now he was almost regretting the decision. He stood before a full-length mirror
and was examining himself shirtless, namely the small bump that’d appeared on
his abdomen. He wasn’t quite ready to call a doctor, but he was far from
thinking it was something benign.
The bump looked so out of place on his thin body, it made him want to cringe.
                                     *** 
Over the next two months that small bump had grown much larger, and if Alois
hadn’t been concerned then he was beside himself with worries now.
Hannah had begun hanging around a bit more, he’d noticed, but had been too worn
out and sore to shove her away.
His morning sickness had subsided shortly after the third month, only to be
replaced by severe body aches, namely his back. Claude had pretended not to
notice and treated him the same way he always had, but Hannah tended to step in
and make the black-haired demon do things differently.
The blond had been wondering why, and so he asked, but he wasn’t in any way
prepared for the answer he received.
“You’re pregnant.” Her face hadn’t exactly been happy, but it wasn’t mad or sad
either. Her calm demeanor unsettled him, and he lashed out the way he always
did, calling her names and kicking and beating her.
That didn’t do anything for the storm brewing in his mind, though.
                                      ***
It’d been eight months and the Trancy earl had somewhat come to terms with his
pregnancy. He’d begun being carried around instead of walking; he didn’t feel
like himself at all when he had to waddle his way down the hallways.
He’d also been avoiding Claude; Hannah had been taking care of his daily care
for almost two months now.
Sometimes he wondered if Claude was playing dumb. The demon seemed to not
understand his distended stomach and other symptoms, but it was all his doing.
It was just plain cruel if he couldn’t remember.
“It happens once a year.” Hannah told him one day, having noticed his curious
glances at the golden-eyed demon, “Once a year a demon becomes very...” She
paused to find the correct word, but seemed to give up and utter “horny. We’ll
copulate with the closest thing, and it always ends up being almost completely
wiped from our memories. I have the triplets and they I, but Claude’s always
been a finicky one. I don’t know on whom he relieves his frustration year after
year, but it seems this year he couldn’t stop himself from coming after
Master.”
“But how’d I get pregnant?” He couldn’t help the angry tone to his voice. He
wasn’t a woman, why was he suffering through this?
“That I do not know.” She admitted, carrying him to his room to lay him down
for the night
                                      ***
It seemed that Claude indeed didn’t remember what’d happened. It’d been a week
since Hannah had explained to him their sort of “heat”, and the blond had been
dying to ask Claude more questions, to prod and see if he could jog the demon’s
memory.
It seemed he couldn’t.
Alois had been insisting for a good two hours and his stubborn butler wouldn’t
accept that he’d crawled into his master’s bed.
“How the hell did I wind up pregnant then, huh?” He all but screeched, chucking
a pillow and suddenly finding himself holding back tears, “Get out! I don’t
want to see your face!”
                                      ***
The dreaded day had arrived, and Alois hadn’t seen Claude since the day he told
him to get out.
Hannah, calm as ever, was instructing the blond on how to breathe and push and
so forth while prepping him and the bed. His contractions had already begun,
and he was already in tears, both from the thought of mothering potentially
demon babies and the actual pain from the contractions.
                                      ***
After the birth the earl found himself staring into the faces of two gorgeous
little demons. Surely if Claude hadn’t believed him before he’d have to believe
him now.
The baby Thompson displayed to him was their daughter. Her big blue eyes were
not unlike Alois’ own, and her black hair, already pretty thick, resembled
Claude’s own locks.
Gently the blond took the baby from the purple-haired demon and cradled her,
paying almost no mind to his slipping conscience.
                                      ***
When he regained consciousness Claude was in the room. He was cradling their
sleeping daughter, and the blond was sure he’d never seen something so
breathtaking before.
“Don’t move. We had a doctor come take a look at you and he said you should
stay in bed for at least a week.” Claude’s voice came softly, surprising the
earl. He stayed in the bed, watching the demon walk over and sit on the bed
next to him with their little girl.
“Have you named her?”
Alois gave a grin, “I want to name her Claudia. You’ll stay here and raise her
with me right? You won’t leave us?” he attempted his best doe eyes and gained a
smile from Claude,
“Of course. We three will be together forever.” The demon crooned and went to
set the baby in the crib that Alois hadn’t noticed up until now before leaving.
Once he left Alois fell back onto his pillow.
Claude had smiled, he’d smiled, and that couldn’t be good.
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