I don't want to want you

Problems part 2

"Ciel!" Alois jumped against the broad chest pressing into him as he gasped out his boyfriend's name. "This is not at all what it looks like, I swear!"

Claude did nothing but turn his head as Alois huffed and struggled against his hold. Pitch black tendrils of hair were pristinely styled and spotless glasses glistened in the scarce lighting as Claude's lips twitched in satisfaction.

"Oh if it isn't the boyfriend. Just run along. Skip away. We're busy." Claude leaned in to connect his mouth with the creamy skin of Alois' neck, when a resolute palm found his jaw and tried to push him away.

"Stop it, Claude!" Alois complained, wiggling like a fish on land, but the taller male managed to keep the blonde in his clutches as he breathed out a muted laugh over his throat.

Ciel was fuming as he stomped over to the pair, grabbing Claude's collar and yanking so hard that the male had to take a stumbling step back.

"Didn't you hear him?! He told you to stop!" Ciel shouted, narrow eyes pinning the older male as he gazed up at his annoyed face.

"Don't tell me what to do," Claude spat, his pearly whites on display as a thin lip lifted. He felt no fear as he stepped towards Ciel, looking both ready and eager to get physical.

Despite the mere size of the male and the threatening glare he was giving him, Ciel stood unwavering. "I'll tell you whatever the fuck I want, you...you big ass tree! You will not touch my boyfriend. Understood?"

"What's your tiny ass going to do, hm?"

"I don't fucking care if you hit me, you abusive FUCK! I'll do-"

"Ciel, just let me handle this!" Alois' light voice sliced through the tension like a hot knife through butter. Ciel's head whipped in his direction as the blonde eased himself between the stiff bodies to cup his boyfriend's cheeks. "I want to talk to Claude alone. That's why I said I'll be back."

"You heard him," Claude sassed. "He doesn't want you here."

Ciel ignored him, focusing all his attention on Alois. "He was touching you!"

"Claude is just... I said I'll handle it! I don't need your help."

Ciel couldn't believe what he was hearing. It was impossible for him to understand how Alois could be so calm after being fondled by Claude, out of all people. But if the blonde wanted to let his ex treat him like his property and send away the only person that tried to stop it, Ciel wouldn't stand in his way.

"So you don't need my help?" Ciel snapped, sucking in a deep breath through his nose. "Okay. Fine. Have fun with your ex-boyfriend. I'm going back to campus." He turned on his heel, seething with anger as he walked out of the kitchen to grab his shoes and jacket.

"No, I mean—Ciel, stop!" Alois turned his head to Claude, eyebrows bunched together in a frown. "Look what you've done! Why can't you just accept that I don't want you anymore?!"

"You don't know what you're saying, baby. Just wait-"

"Don't start again! You've ruined everything!"

"Calm down. We both knew this was going to happen. Let's go to my place, I have a surprise for you." Claude moved closer to the blonde, darting his tongue out to lick his lips.

Alois scowled. "I don't want it. Either you accept that I'm with Ciel now or I'll never talk to you again!"

"Hey, that's a little harsh, don't you think? Let's just take my car and end the night at my place, okay? Chill on the couch and drink some wine. Like we used to do before that brat came along." A large hand reached out for the blonde's cheek as Claude's lips curled into a smirk. "And you can put on that little pink dress I bought you."