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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroshitsuji_|_Black_Butler
  Relationship:
      Claude_Faustus_&_Alois_Trancy, Claude_Faustus/Alois_Trancy
  Character:
      Claude_Faustus, Alois_Trancy, Hannah_Annafellows, Arnold_Trancy, Luka
      Macken, Canterbury_(Kuroshitsuji), Thompson_(Kuroshitsuji), Timber_
      (Kuroshitsuji)
  Additional Tags:
      mature_-_Freeform, explicit_-_Freeform, AU, Alternate_Universe,
      Masturbation, Anal_Sex, AloisIs15
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-15 Words: 3668
****** Two Days Past 15 ******
by AloisJaeger
Summary
     Hair like spun gold sat, slightly disheveled, upon a face graced with
     delicate features and milky-white skin. The young boy was clad in a
     white bed shirt. The only thing to taint that perfect appearance was
     his scowling expression.
     Fortunately for Claude, even the master’s furious expression was
     absolutely adorable.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
For two months, Claude Faustus waited.
For two months, he resided under the bridge just a short few minutes’ walk from
the largest manor he had stumbled across in all the time he had been without a
home. Every day, he sat and watched carriages come and go from the manor. He
observed the gardener’s routine, took note of how a trio of butlers cleaned the
windows every three days. He knew that the master of the house left in the most
grand of the carriages every afternoon and would return shortly after the sun
had set. He had watched as a convoy of horses had arrived two days prior in the
evening, all drawing carriages which held well-dressed men and even better
dressed women.
He was certain that the manor he observed was full of all the riches he could
ever hope to imagine.
So, for many weeks, he schemed. He planned his entering for the time where the
master of the house went for his afternoon trip. He knew he could get in by
climbing up the wall of vines to the master’s window, which was always opened
before he left – Claude supposed it was to let in the evening air or something
of the sort. Two days after the party, he was to take what he could and
disappear. Then, finally, he would have his old life back.
As it was every other day, the grand carriage left the manor and Claude set off
on his mission.
~ * ~
Alois Trancy was a rare breed of Earl. Known by other nobles for his charming
nature and energetic personality. Known by his servants as a man with a whole
other personality, indeed. Demanding at the best of times and violent at the
worst, he had caused more injury to his maid than a man could bestow upon any
other. The only way he was yet to violate her was through penetration. While he
had put his hands on her in a less-than-innocent manner many times before, his
actions never extended beyond that.
Mostly because he had no attraction whatsoever for any body part a woman may be
able to provide for him.
He hated himself for that fact, and it was the source of a great deal of his
anger. He, of course, knew better than to blame himself for his attraction to
his own gender. It was common knowledge among the members of his household that
he had been sexually exploited by his own uncle. The man had been his carer
since his parents passed when he was two years old. Only a short time after was
when the abuse began. Alois had been touched by that vile being for so many
years, that it was a man’s love engrained into his being. He had been
brainwashed into believing that what had been happening to him was right – that
it was the natural order of things. Now that he was older, he knew that was far
from the truth.
Two days past fifteen, he was already being groomed into a bachelor. It was
only a matter of time until he would be expected to take a wife. He needed to
be able to touch a woman for his future marriage to be consummated. He needed
to be able to bestow his seed upon a womb in order to pass on his blood line.
An impossible task for someone such as him.
Every afternoon, he would go to another noble’s house and meet their daughters.
They would discuss dowry, and he would walk through gardens with all the young
women a normal teenager could imagine. He would always be invited to stay for
dinner but he would always refuse, citing obligation to dine at his home
residence with some relative or another (not that were any relatives left to
mention). The real reason he left was because there was no way he would be able
to stomach any sustenance with the guilt and repulsion which clawed at his
insides.
As such, he went without supper for many weeks, until he reached the point
where he was struck with fever and his servants left him to visit as many
doctors as possible to find the appropriate medicine.
~*~
After much struggle, Claude managed to climb up the vines – which were not as
secure as he had imagined them to be – and reach the window he knew to be to
the master’s chambers. He had seen the master open the window himself every
afternoon and had reached the conclusion that it must be where he slept.
Unlike every other day, Claude found that the window was only opened a crack,
as opposed to being left wide open like it normally was. He figured that this
was not too much difference from the normal routine for him to be concerned
about, so he pushed it open further and let himself in.
The room was lavish, he could tell as much, despite the room being quite dark
from the curtains being drawn on all the windows other than the one he had
climbed through. He chose not to let his eyes roam on this particular room and
instead focused on the door. He knew that all the documents of importance – the
real money – would be kept in the study. He assumed that if he hurried, he
could find the room and loot it and still be able to escape before the master
of the manor returned home.
With nothing else on his mind for such a long time, he figured his plan was
fool-proof. With a smirk, he started toward the wooden door. His prior life was
well within his reach now, all he had to do was turn the handle and –
“Just who do you think you are?” A low voice rasped from behind him.
Claude’s heart stopped.
“Well?” The same voice questioned, louder this time. “Turn around you
disgusting piece of shit, show me the face of the man who thinks he has the
right to enter my mansion.”
No. No. No. No. This is impossible. The master ALWAYS leaves in that carriage,
how could he be here?
Claude’s heart had resumed beating, only now it was racing faster than any
horse ever had. He was sure it was near beating out of his chest.
Death was imminent.
There was no way he would escape now. He would be sent to gaol for life. Or,
better yet, his head would be cut from his shoulders where he stood.
Claude guessed that if he were to listen to the instructions he was given by
the master, he might buy himself some more time to live. He knew there were
four permanent servants in the mansion, and he knew he saw all four leave
today, so no one would be rushing to kill him right this very moment.
Although, I can’t even be sure of that fact now.
So Claude turned, keeping his head lowered so as to not offend the master any
further.
“Life your head, you disgusting peasant. Meet the eyes of the one you planned
to rob.”
Claude followed the instructions given to him, and was rewarded with a sight
from heaven.
An angel sat up in the bed which was close to the window he had climbed
through. Hair like spun gold sat, slightly dishevelled, upon a face graced with
delicate features and milky-white skin. The young boy was clad in a white bed
shirt. The only thing to taint that perfect appearance was his scowling
expression.
Fortunately for Claude, even the master’s furious expression was absolutely
adorable.
“Get on your knees, mutt.” He followed the order given to him, shameful arousal
curling in his gut. Never had he pitted himself as someone who could be turned
on from submitting to a pipsqueak.
The boy slid from the bed, seeming to take a moment to gather his bearings
before he slowly walked to stand before Claude. Even though Claude was on his
knees before the young man, he could still tell that the master was quite
slight. Claude’s head came to the boy’s stomach, he would have to tilt his head
down if he were to –
The master coughed violently, one hand against his stomach and his mouth in the
crook of his arm. For what seemed like minutes, this went on. Claude was
wincing in sympathy for the young man – he could imagine how painful it must
be. His whole body doubled over as the coughs shook his slight frame.
Finally, the fit subsided, the young master taking a moment to settle his
breathing before he restored his shaky posture.
“So,” he cleared his throat, “what is the name of the feral creature that saw
fit to break into the Trancy manor?”
Clear blue eyes bore into Claude, urging the answer from his tongue. “Claude
Faustus,” he answered quietly, dropping his gaze to the floor again. He felt so
undeserving to look upon the angel. Especially considering his eyes were surely
betraying his lust.
A pale hand snagged his chin and harshly tugged his head up so he was meeting
the eyes of the boy again, “did I say you could look away?”
“No, my Lord.” Claude instantly replied, surprised at the sheer force the small
man contained. His grip was causing genuine pain.
“Tch,” he scoffed, “it’s ‘Your Highness’ to you, Claude Faustus.”
~*~
He had a man in his bathtub.
It was a strange series of events that led to Claude Faustus making himself so
at home in Alois’ chambers. Mostly, it was because there was no way he would
ever let such a treat to escape from his clutches (no matter how filthy he may
have been). The reason he was going to give though was that he was in absolute
dire need of a new butler. Which, of course, was untrue and his servants would
know it to be such. Not that Alois was obliged to explain himself to anyone,
though providing a legitimate reason would prove no harm.
The sight of the tall, lean man on his knees was enough to make him drool. He
knew that one way or another, he would have the man to himself.
He was going to keep him…much like a pet. Claude had proved to have no
objections thus far.
Upon commenting on how absolutely horrid Claude smelt, Alois sent him to the
bath his servants had prepared for him earlier. The one he had refused to take
and chucked a tantrum about. It was a little less than lukewarm by that point,
but that was the least of either of their concerns.
Rather than just leaving his new man-slave to bathe himself, Alois insisted on
watching the man strip and wash. There was a man who was willing to do anything
he said in order to avoid his death, of course he was going to indulge in his
suppressed homosexual tendencies. He also hadn’t shied away from making a
remark about Claude’s obvious half-erect manhood.
Once the tall man had finally stripped completely and submerged himself in the
tub, all words ceased to fall from his usually-sharp tongue. He knelt on the
floor beside the bath and stared down at the cock that was pushing against his
white nightwear, dampening the fabric where the wet head was pressed against
it. He was painfully hard but he also had half a mind to be embarrassed. Sure,
he had seen that Claude was also somewhat aroused but that didn’t mean the man
was attracted to him. For all he knew, he just had a humiliation kink or
something of the sorts.
Young Trancy sat in silence until Claude’s voice disturbed him, “are you
feeling well, master? You look rather ill.”
Of course, Claude only had good intentions with his concern but as was typical
for the young lord, he blew everything out of proportion.
Head snapping up so he could scowl at the peasant, Alois snarled, “What exactly
is it that you are implying? You’re a dirty sewer rat, who are you to comment
on the appearance of the Earl who holds your very life in his hands? If you
want to survive as a servant of this household, it would be best you learn how
to hold your tongue when it comes to expressing your opinion.”
Claude’s eyes narrowed to slits and for a moment, the older man had the desire
to grab the small boy by the collar of his shirt, drag him into the tub and
drown him. He was aware, however, that such a move would result in him being
sent to gaol, or being killed, or both. Right now, his goal was to stay alive.
Dealing with a troubled brat in return for shelter and the illusion of a rich
life was quite a good trade off in his opinion. It was certainly better than
living under that bridge and stealing scraps of food.
Schooling his expression, Claude turned his head away from the boy. “I beg your
pardon, your highness. Please excuse my behaviour.”
Scoffing, Alois picked himself up from the floor, using the fact that Claude
was facing away from him to his advantage. Certainly, it would be quite
embarrassing for his new pet to see that he was painfully aroused by the whole
situation. “I’m glad we understand each other. You will begin your duties
immediately after you are clean…and for Heaven’s sake, do us all a favour and
find some clothes.”
~*~
Hours later, Alois was once again in bed. His stomach remained empty, but he
could hardly eat when he felt like he was burning. The servants had, of course,
made the assumption that the young boy’s fever had flared up but they had all
agreed that with his new medicines and a good night’s rest, he would be right
as rain in the morning.
Ah, yes, the servants. It had been obvious that the appearance of a new and
mysterious butler had sparked their desire to kick up a fuss. However, they all
new better than to question their master. They all knew from experience that it
was best to just ignore rather than engage. They had quite a few battle scars
administered to them by the Earl, over matters that most would not see to abuse
their help.
Alois new better than them, especially on this particular matter. He knew this
was no fever. His face, his body, they were burning with lust – not illness.
Every since the boy had seen his new butler emerge from the bathroom, clean and
clothed, he had not been able to stop himself from wishing the elder man was
naked once again.
He ached for it.
Claude had been attending to him all evening, acting as though he had lived his
whole life in servitude. He said nothing to Alois, but was diligent on watering
him and keeping his forehead cool with damp cloths. It was almost as if he had
been born into the work. The man had left Alois to himself but a moment ago, so
that he could acquire the boy a herbal tea remedy one of the triplets had
obtained from a doctor in the next town over.
He had enough time, surely, to relieve himself before his new servant would
return. He knew how long it usually took Hannah to get tea, and Alois was so
wired up he assumed he would be able to achieve release in what most would
consider a particularly short period of time.
Without another thought filtering through his teenage, hormonal brain, Alois
removed the covers from his body and hitched up his night shirt. Cool air
immediately greeted the member which stood to attention, sticky head already
leaking. Throbbing as if it were to spill itself any second.
He rubbed himself quickly, desperately, smearing his pre-cum to lubricate
himself. He squeezed, thrusted into his own fist, mewled desperately, eyes
shut, back arched. Thinking of nothing more than topaz eyes piercing his soul.
He imagined doing this just for Claude, the man sitting in that chair at the
other side of the room. Mostly watching, but sometimes directing him to
increase pressure, to slow down, to say his name.
Alois was panting heavily, moaning loudly, and unabashedly expressing his
deepest desires. It was almost pathetic when his fingers slid over the tip and
he released unexpectedly, gasping and trembling like he had been possessed.
For a moment, he lay there basking in the afterglow. Blonde hair tousled, blue
eyes shining, cheeks and chest flushed a pretty pink. He had absolutely covered
his own stomach, thighs and hand with his release but he hardly felt shameful.
It had felt too good for him to be regretful, even if he had been thinking of a
man the entire time. For just that moment, he truly felt relaxed, without a
worry in the world.
He felt like he could go for a snack.
“My, my, highness. It seems to me like you are in need of a wife.”
His breathe escaped his body and he tensed up completely, wide eyes sliding
over to the man who was pouring tea at the end of his bed. His pink flushed
progressed to red as he realised his new butler – the object of his fantasy –
had just seen what the boy had been doing.
Pretend he’s just another butler. Pretend you don’t care, that you’re not
ashamed.
“I’m sure there are plenty of ladies of marriageable age who would be more than
happy to wed the Earl Trancy, I’m surprised you find yourself in this position,
highness.”
Schooling his face into his signature scowl, Alois faked a scoff. “I’m hardly
interested in taking a wife, not that it’s any of your business.”
Not making eye contact and continuing to brew the tea, Claude raised his
eyebrows. “Perhaps a mistress then, I am aware of a gentleman’s club with quite
the selection. Plenty of young girls to sate your desires until you find an
appropriate wife.”
Alois was genuinely angry at this point. The talk of women right after he had
expelled himself to thoughts of a man made him want to tear the entire house
apart before slaughtering himself for being what he was. “I have no desire for
a mistress either,” Alois hissed. “Women are of very little consequence to me,
particularly whores. Christ, seeing Hannah every day is enough whore for
anyone.”
“Ah,” Claude exclaimed, “I suppose your interest lie elsewhere then, am I
correct? In that case I also know of such a place where you can hire out the
most well-trained boys. I wouldn’t suggest becoming too attached to any
particular one of them, however, I have heard that they perish from disease
quite quickly. In fact, I’m surprised you aren’t aware of this particular
establishment. It’s owned by one Arnold Trancy-"
That was enough.
“SHUT UP!” Alois launched himself forward, with little care for his current
state of undress, and latched onto Claude’s collar. “Shut up, shut up! Don’t
talk about them like that! Don’t ever talk about those poor boys like that ever
again!”
Topaz eyes were wide as they stared straight into vicious blue. “Master…”
Claude whispered, shocked when tears started falling from the boy’s eyes. When
he said what he had, Claude did not expect this. He thought he would be doing
nothing more than sparking desire up in the boy, he didn’t expect trembling
hands clutching his shirt, pulling it tight around his neck. He didn’t expect
that lithe body pressed against his with the boy looking at him with murder in
his eyes.
“You have no idea what that disgusting pervert has done to them! Done to me!
How do you know about it anyway?” Breaking down, Alois pressed his forehead
against Claude’s chest, hands loosening their grip slightly. “You’re a gross
beggar, how do you know about a place like that? Do you know Arnold? Were you
sent here to trick me? To kidnap me and take me to that place?”
“I-I wasn’t always like this. I used to live very differently, that’s why I
know. But I’m not here to take you away, I promise. I only brought it up
because I know what it’s like to not want women. I thought it would help you
like it helped me…”
Pulling back again, Alois looked at Claude, terrified. “Arnold never helped me!
He destroyed me! I didn’t want to be like this, I never even had a choice!”
Falling back on the bed, Alois stared at the ceiling, unable to stop the tears
streaming down his face. “Then, when I was old enough to make decisions
regarding my estate, I told him that if he ever touched me again, he would
never see another dime of my father’s money. So…he…he took Luka…” Alois wailed,
clutching his heart at the pain of saying his little brother’s name once more.
“He took my brother to that place! And now he’s gone…dead.”
There was a gentle touch to his ankle, “Alois…I’m so sorry.”
Training his eyes on his new butler, standing over him with more empathy in his
eyes than he had ever seen from a man before, Alois reached out a hand. “Please
hold me, Claude. I don’t want to be alone anymore.”
All the air left Claude’s lungs as he looked down on this fallen angel, spread
out on the bed with a halo of golden locks and pale skin. A dainty hand reached
out to him, inviting him into his heavenliness, to taint his soul.
Claude couldn’t help but thread his fingers through Alois’ and let himself be
pulled down on top of the boy. Everything felt right, it felt like destiny.
Inhaling his scent as they were face to face, only an short width apart, Claude
felt his whole world narrow down to this one person.
“Tell me everything, Alois, and I’ll tell you everything that happened to me…”
End Notes
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