Can You Get Birth Control At A Walk In

Kuroshitsuji, Claude Faustus/Alois Trancy, 2/7

Title: Magna Cupiditate
Author: rotting
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji
Character / Couple: Claude Faustus / Alois trancy
Rating: PG13 Prompt
: I want to wake up kicking and shouting
Word Count: 4064
Warnings: lime, threesomes, yaoi
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, but rightfully belong to Yana Toboso, as contained in his manga, Kuroshitsuji, the fanfiction is mine, but it is not was written for profit.
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Magna Cupiditate

"Uhuhu. And so, you are the new Earl of trancy?
Alois had never seen anything that could be considered equal to the magnificence of Mephistophelean Claude and his abilities. Never, never again, after meeting with the demon, his blue eyes were shining with a light of wonder and eagerness.
Greed, in particular, since all that stirred his curiosity would inevitably become a property exclusive. How
quell'imponente figure dressed in black and gray. The lack of skin left uncovered by clothing white, opaque, also an area of abandoned pearl dust. The hair of a quirky silver, a symbol of an age that could be extremely advanced since very young, and exaggerated the length of which testified to the lack of care you would give them. The yellow glimmer, mischievous and irreverent, you could glimpse beneath the wide brim of his hat, and between the tufts of hair. The crooked grin of his mouth, crooked because of the scar that stretched the face. And the hands in particular. Bony hands with long fingers that ended in even more long fingernails painted black - or was it dirt? - That fit anywhere, lascivious.
was struck, the Earl of trancy, very impressed.
"Exactly, sir," smiled tone polite, reverent, almost.
He was a talented actor, Alois trancy: a shy smile, a / crashing the funeral of the man who had raped a false alibi unassailable - the son of the previous count, lost many years ago and miraculously recovered - and more all a speech steeped in respect and admiration for adults who filled the bumbling aristocrat of complacency that would allow him to turn and to continue undisturbed to carry that title that really was not for it. The
was enough to learn in what direction the world was running to get everything they wanted and be able to even afford the luxury of being capricious. The young count had learned that the truth does not matter, what matters is the lure and the ability to make your business not to take up its part of the blacklist anyone. The sexton
laughed almost hysterically tablets and the stomach with his arms as if to try to contain the excess of laughter.
His voice deep and slurred almost became acute when he laughed, like the screeching of an old crow, Alois considered to himself in delight, while the man calmed down and the laughter finally ceased to echo in his stomach.
"'Lord'?" He repeated, greatly amused. He let out a giggle and waved his hand carelessly. "Oh, no, no" sir ", my dear Count! Centuries have passed since I have apostrophes in this way and are not interested in us again the habit, "
For the first time the young count read in his tone alluding to the knowledge that his ostentatious courtesy was only a tool, a lie, and the fun that entailed. Nobody ever since he became Earl, had ever dared to mock him so blatant and impertinent.
hung from the lips of that grave-digger, had to admit to himself.
"" Undertaker "is more than enough," said the sexton, and then his gaze slid up Claude, silent presence behind the master, and danced a second time on the figure of Alois, with a dash of curiosity ; more. "You need of my services so soon, my lord? By chance, another member of your family is going to die? "The skin of his scarred face was stretched into an expression of maniacal interest now. "Or maybe you've discovered a few serious disease that kills you in a few days ... Tell me, tell me, are at your complete disposal,"
the young man laughed heartily, exquisitely impressed by that individual. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not gonna die, and unfortunately" duly took care to emphasize the "unfortunately" and smiled when the man caught him and grinned back, "not one of my family is going to pass away. For now, anyway. I just wanted to offer my gratitude for what you have done for my dear father. "
"Oh, so you hold it for tea! Very good! "The undertaker applauded for several minutes and looked around the kitchen of the cramped kitchen that had cut the corner across the room.
"Please, sit down, wherever you place! Ah, Mr. Butler, you join us? "He raised his eyes for a moment on Claude, who declined Please supply, and continued to pay the smoking in two flasks, added a substance that looked like sugar - though, in the morgue of a gravedigger, was to be expected whatever - and laid it on both ' This unique table, probably the same on which to perform the dressing and make-up of corpses.
Alois took place on one of the coffins, replacing the chairs and motioned ordered the butler to do the same. He went on to give
show that his polite smile until Undertaker is not on the coffin sat next to her and began to sip with your taste drink, only then reached out to grab a cookie-shaped human bone from the container to the center of the table, dipped it in your cup and broke off a piece with his teeth greedy.
The sexton leaned toward him, putting his face up to be almost oppressive with its intrusiveness. "Then, Earl, do you like?" Wanted to know.
the young man nodded his head - the mouth was committed to nibble the biscuit soaked in the - and grinned nell'intravvedere the face of the demon behind him. A Claude did not like the undertaker, had understood the first time they met to decide the coffin of his alleged father and payment.
This was one of the main reasons for which he was so interested in him: there were no fatal annoy his butler, then Undertaker did not belong to the human race and, perhaps, had the ability to prevent the demon. To hinder Claude, Claude's, the best servant in the world, and thus allow him to punish him as he deserved.
"Undertaker, if I revealed my secret, you I'll reveal one of your own?" He asked softly when his cup was empty before him, thinking he had sufficiently complied with chat with the gravedigger innocent and unimportant and to receive their reward.
"But certainly, I count" smiled the undertaker, with renewed curiosity, interweaving his fingers before his face almost completely hidden. "I pray before the nobles," he added, smart.
"So ..." Claude stiffened imperceptibly surprised that his master was prudent of the ambiguous nature of the Undertaker. Alois trancy was a fragile child and naive, however hard he tried not to show it, but when lowered the night and shouting, children, in order to seek refuge in his arms, inevitably revealed his weakness as a man raped and imprisoned in the body and soul in the guise of a thirteen year old. It, however, was no fool, indeed, was perhaps the most astute human beings who had known the demon. "... My butler, Claude, is a demon and I signed a contract with him, the terms mean my soul as his fee, once he has fulfilled my desire."
For a few moments, it was only silence. The sexton
smile widened, slowly, and the skin around his mouth, ruined by scars, wrinkled almost unpleasant.
Finally - and for a long minute - the air was filled with her again, uncontrollable laughter.
Meanwhile, the young Count Claude grinned and waited, patient, just a little curious to find out if the undertaker would have returned his master with the revelation of his true identity.
"Well, well ... You are undoubtedly an interesting individual, count 'Undertaker said, wiping a trickle of saliva flow from one corner of the mouth, with the wide sleeves of her dress. "As promised, it is my turn to reveal my secret: well, I am the ancient god of death still alive. I'm retired now, but once I drove the spirits of the underworld and death choices on their Hell or Heaven. "
Alois was fascinated by this man kidnapped, bound by strands of his infinite existence. "Really?" He said, delighted. "You're even better than Claude? Because if I were you, I would have lied to him and I should punish him. " The sexton
index rose to torment her lower lip, apparently deeply absorbed in personal reflections. "Hm, I would not show a presumption exaggerated" he said. "Now I'm just a gravedigger who takes loving care of his guests."
the young man, however, was basically a child, and also all the children, to listen only to what aroused his interest.
"What I specified?" He asked again. "To Heaven or Hell?"
Undertaker leaned toward him, until his mouth grinning almost matches that of Alois laughing. "Tell me, my dear count," he said with a sweetness taste eerie morgue with dead bodies and of "what you believe are intended for men who offer their body on a silver platter?"
the young man's eyes widened and suddenly had the nausea, was convinced of being about to vomit, as if the sexton had emptied his stomach with his fist. Dipped her face in her hands, but also saw through the illusory veil of darkness that enveloped her.
saw the eager look of the old Earl of trancy that ran through her naked body.
His slimy hands that left scratches and red-purple bruises on the skin of infant milk.
E poi vide se stesso, steso tra lenzuola sfatte ed aggrovigliate, scosciato come una prostituta in attesa d’essere presa: allungava le braccia verso Claude, che lo sovrastava.
La guancia del becchino era ruvida sotto le sue dita ammorbidite dal lusso, la pelle accartocciata come vecchia carta pergamena laddove le cicatrici la frastagliavano, coriacea dove gli sfregi non arrivavano a scalfirla con i loro tralicci, simili a piante rampicanti; Alois non aveva mai colpito tanto forte: barcollò all’indietro, alzandosi dalla bara sulla quale era seduto, e prontamente il maggiordomo fu alle sue spalle e lo prese tra le braccia.
«Andiamo via, Claude! Subito!»
He wanted to flee, Alois trancy: far away from that grin that he continued to mock the darker side of himself, what he believed was not revealed to anyone outside of the demon, away from Death himself, who laughed in the face , damn conscious, with a cheek slap raped by her despair.
"Thanks for coming, dear count. I look forward to the next. "

"How could she have known it?" Hissed Alois, red-faced as Claude had never seen before. "I was convinced you were the only one! The unique, Claude! Yet he knows, he knows everything! "He closed his eyes and stood still for a long time, inert, dead.
Finally, he laughed. A laugh
nasty, dripping with the desperation of a soul torn apart.
"He knows everything! He knows everything, Claude, and would not have known! It means that you were wrong, that you failed in your duty to maintain secrecy, "he cried, almost with the voice of hysteria and exacerbated by the forced fun. "You made a mistake, Claude! And you know what happens when a servant makes a mistake? Pu-ni-zi-o-ne! "
" Your Highness. " Claude bowed deeply to do with him reverently. "I'm extremely embarrassed for my absence. Commanded, and I will execute. "
the young man took off his nose, height, and pointed to the mattress beside him.
"Hurry" incitement rudely. Studied it in silence as he undressed: that container humanoid in appearance so pleasing was nothing of the spiders' legs that had seized the day of the Contract. Filled him with delight every time, see that body and pretended to have had the opportunity to know a glimpse of the true identity of the demon.
him and him alone.
Finally, the butler, and lay down beside the young Count playfully rolled beneath him, stretching her arms around his neck. "Kiss me, Claude," he ordered. "Kiss me and then take me, sinking your claws into me and squartami. Be my worst nightmare: I want to wake up kicking and screaming. " Alois
trancy had the look of a cherub - blond hair, blue eyes, rosy lips, the body of a child - it was not for the countless shades of old scars and bruises, unnaturally against the pale skin just a little darker. A cherub
which had been torn by violence wings, covered with blood, desire, sin. A cherub who devoured his own intestines, disgusted by the person. A cherub smile
wrong, so as to appear saddened and amused at the same time.
Claude Faustus was a demon.
He bent over his master, like a spider an insect trapped in a cocoon of cobwebs.
"Yes, Your Highness" blew up the skin broken too many times.
And the demons kill angels.

"Then, Earl, you have woken up" kicking and shouting "as you wished?"
He could not say why he had done. He claimed the nightmare of love with a demon to ward off the deadly grin of which recalled the memory of his wings cut off, and yet, later, had the same rattle of a naughty child who wants to go in the middle of the night by her mother for be comforted after a bad dream, to be escorted by Undertaker and be left alone with him.
"How do you know anything about me?" Said Alois, sipping tea that the sexton had prepared for him to keep him warm - the young Count had insisted on not wasting time and go to the morgue, wearing only a long white nightgown.
'Rats' cried the sexton, Alois, and at first thought not to have understood. "Rats are everywhere, even where we least expect them," continued Undertaker 'and like to gossip, gossip. They have much to say, the rats, but no one gives them play, unfortunately, oh, you can not imagine the joy of a rat when I ask him publicly, "
had not been so upset, the young Count would laugh.
hung again - terribly hung - from the lips of that unique individual, even now that he wanted to kill him, because nobody had to know the truth about Alois trancy.
"What do you want in exchange for your complete silence on my business?" Asked the young count in the huddle on the deck that the sexton had the courtesy to give him. "I can give you anything: you know, I'm rich. Provided that you never reveal anything. They are rich enough to make you a very lucky man like you to pieces without a trace. "
was well aware that the threats enjoyed immensely the undertaker, However, he felt more secure in saying, for he knew that Claude would come to him with a single gesture.
He had a strong attraction to Undertaker, but nothing could dissuade him from his butler. Not a human being, not the reaper of souls oldest in the world, not Heaven or Hell - he gave them fire, if possible, but to never separated from his daemon.
"What do you want?" Echoed in the sexton giggle, sneaking up their sleeves - or the fringe, call it what you want. "Well, Count, I want you to make me laugh."
Before the man who spoke in riddles, Alois suddenly knew what he meant.
It was so clear, so obvious and sad that he wanted to laugh really, he had not been annoyed by the heat of the throat. There is no creature in the world is able to resist that primal call, how long would have spent on earth.
Not even the angels are no exception.
the young man put down the empty cup on the table, threw the sheet on one side and down the coffin on which was accommodated.
Standing before the undertaker, who was awaiting curious and grinning, unbuttoned his shirt a few sizes too big night and left he fell at his feet. 'Make love to me. " He spread his arms in a gesture of invitation, while the corners of his mouth stretched a grin.
The sexton beheld her naked body and marked by the past for a long moment, then his eyes hidden danced over his shoulder and he laughed.
Outside the morgue, Claude listened and watched in silence. Alois
trancy would not be called a cherub from anyone, not even by the same count, in the back of his eyes, however, behind the perversion and wounds, there were his wings cut into pieces.
and demons, and angels of death of a forbidden dance dancing timeless.

"You're not kicking or crying," he remarked calmly Undertaker, lying beside him, her face calmly held in the palm of a hand. From the only window filtered sporadic moonbeams on the dark figures that painted white blankets, where the shapes were outlined in the fabric of the sexton.
The silvery light playing on the body of Alois, minute, and harsh and naked, refusing to cover herself with the sheets, in particular, described strange images on his chest, where skin is stretched over the bones as you inhale and again relaxed at the moment exhalation.
He lay on his back, eyes to the ceiling of the room that smelled of dust. "I've never even fallen asleep," replied with equal calm.
Only after being in bed with Claude had fallen asleep and had enjoyed a few hours of sleep without nightmares - nothing could be defined more tormenting of what he had tried on the meat because of that demon, before slipping into dell'assopimento torpor. The sexton, on the contrary, he was wide awake and his eyes were open more than ever on the hypocritical world around him - smiles, kindness, performances anywhere, except in bed with his butler and in the morgue in that undertaker.
"I made you laugh, then Undertaker?"
already knew the answer: he had not heard a single moment stop giggling.
Undertaker put his fingers through his hair, tousled in an almost affectionate, as would a father. "Very much. Laughter egregious, among other things: you deserve my silence and that of rats, if they ever find someone else to pay their attention, "she reassured him.
the young man nodded, straightened sat up and threw her legs over the edge of the mattress, waiting. He smiled, pleased, when the butler appeared in the doorway of the bedroom and took him in her arms - not a single word, only the eternal obedience to his every request, even the silent ones that no ordinary human being could ever know.
"Go away already, count?" Wanted to know the sexton, playfully weaving a silver lock to the index finger. "~ Come back soon," he added nell'increspare lips in a grin full of mischief and waved his hand in greeting.

"You jealous, Claude? "The voice of Alois
brutally slashed the silence - a whisper in the dark night.
"Padron Alois has total freedom to decide what he wants," said the butler, without any inflection in the tone polite and reverent. "I limit myself to obey." His yellow eyes shone in the dark - to obey, until he arrived the day the contract expired and he would take his reward.
the young man frowned and crossed his arms to his chest. "I really do not feel anything? Nothing? "He insisted, was skeptical. "I allowed this man to touch me and you have nothing to say about it? Did not want to eat me, Claude? "
was wounded, in part, in pride and in the heart of a child abandoned and unhappy. It was offered to the sexton
thinking of Claude, had hoped in its any reaction - even a slap, slap him so hard that tears or tear the flesh from her face, would be well, but to arouse in him some emotion - a feeling that whatever he did feel loved, if only for a moment.
See those eyes, those eyes gold that glows red, the look that he loved most in the world, even at death would be his greatest desire.
"I still want to devour" the demon corrected him coldly, senz'aggiungere more. Alois
smiled almost wistfully. "So cold," said and held out two fingers to touch the cheek of Claude "white, perfect as marble, but even colder." Hit him hard with the palm open, so as to leave a mark on the cheek scarlet milk. "You weak, "it scolded. "You are shamefully weak! I know very well "or at least the illusion of knowledge" that after six angry because someone else has dared to touch what is yours alone! And you are not even able to rebel! Verme, "
Unexpectedly, Butler grabbed the hand that had struck and held it between his fingers, much larger, long and white.
"You are my precious spirit," he hissed with that deep voice that smelled of blood, rubbing the knuckles of the young Count with the wet tongue "is natural that I want to kill the god of death who had the recklessness of touching. First, though, I am your servant and I can not precede my will to you: unless you are yourself to order, I will not touch that gravedigger. "
He looked up at him - golden eyes flecked with crimson, like Alois they craved - and the young man just smiled and blushed violently grim joy and satisfaction.
"That's how I look at you, Claude 'approved in throwing her arms around his neck. "Provided that, until the day when I will stick to my part of the pact and I can not see anymore these eyes. Until then, however, want to accompany me on the path I have chosen to travel up to Sebastian Michaelis, Ciel Phantomhive and beyond. " She rested her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. "I do not like what your awful blank stare ..."
The demon put his mouth to his ear and drew the outline of the earlobe with the tip of the tongue. "That day," whispered "I'm kicking and screaming again?"
There was an infinitesimal hint of sensuality in his voice, so subtle that only someone like Alois trancy could noticing. A person who had experienced the carnal sin in the flesh, one who knew enough Claude Faustus - and the black soul that was hidden in quell'involucro of a human being.
"I want you to do me kicking and screaming this night, as before, when we made love, and all those that still separate us from my end. Then, that day, I want you to make me cry even stronger, "said the young count. He measured his words carefully, the Scandinavian peacefully in luxurious tone, while the language of Claude went about her neck, touched her cheek and then licked her lips parted and a burst of excitement across his spine.
I thought well, Undertaker. Wishing you and making you wish, I wished that I could get seriously: those eyes.
The butler smiled for a fleeting moment, then caught his mouth with his fingers and clasped a hand to her hair to tilt his head at will.
"Yes, Your Highness. "
It is a small human, a tiny worm that crawls at my feet.
The demon, after all, had long understood the magnitude of the feeling that Alois trancy proved against him, yet expected, the patient, because the love that each time proved not to pay was eroding the spirit of his master, makes it even more fragile, more delicious. If such consumption would not have become so exaggerated, so as to render the soul inedible and forcing him to find a new human being to bend to his will, he continued to indulge the desires of the young count.
Voglie shameless, shameful, wishes they could look like those of an adult but who, after all, were the children's wishes of a child.
a baby crying and called my mother, who would never have come to comfort a child without wings who tried to fly over his terrible loneliness. Alois
trancy crying in her bed, after Claude left him to go and make breakfast, having kicked and screamed for a long time, after suffering all the nightmares of the world to forget what the most gripped and that ' attacked when he woke up and found the empty seat beside him: the awareness that his love was not reciprocated.

"Ah, count, and so you come back to me ... I miss my tea, perhaps?"
"I do not even miss me a bit, 'Undertaker?" And Claude
observed. In the silence, his eyes were painted red. And inevitably wanted
why his master, just like Alois trancy wanted it. After all, it was really him - cherub denigrated by God - the puppeteer.