I don't want to want you

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Ciel: I know you're with Claude

Alois' stomach dropped at the sight of the text. He wanted to reply but he didn't know how to explain his situation in a way that Ciel would understand.

It was midafternoon and the sky was covered by clouds, leaving a grey and dull feeling in the blonde's chest. He shifted on Claude's couch, glancing at the tall male sitting beside him.

"I have to leave now, otherwise I'll be late," Alois said, mentally preparing to be yelled at.

"Is this really how it it's going to be? Is this what you want?" Claude asked, leaning back against the backrest. His tone was oddly calm, but that feigned sweetness was nothing more than foreboding to the blonde. It frightened him because Claude had always been a sore loser – he would never let this go.

"You've held me here for a 24 hours. I've kept my end of the deal. Now give me what I came for."

As Alois watched his ex-boyfriend take in his words, he noticed how his whole body changed, all the way from his face to his feet. Claude's lips were void of color and pursed into a thin line; his black-clad torso was tense and his whole demeanor was screaming anger at the blonde, but he kept speaking with the same soft voice.

"You were here, but you gave me nothing. You have barely left this couch since you got here. How is that 'keeping your end of the deal'"?

"Let me read your fucking text for you. These are your exact words," Alois spat, reaching for the coffee table to grab his phone. "Spend 24 hours at my place and you'll have anything you want."

"You know exactly what I meant by that."

"Fuck you. You asked for me to spend time with you, you didn't ask me to spread my legs for you. I did exactly what you asked me – now give me what I came for."

Claude snarled, but he still rose to his feet and headed over to a small bureau next to the front door. As he went through the middle drawer, he glanced over his shoulder at the blonde.

"So we're really over? You're going to throw away everything we had just to be with a straight boy that'll leave you once he's done experimenting?"

"Ciel would never do that." Even though Alois uttered the words, he wasn't entirely sure if he believed them. But he chose to trust Ciel, and even if he did leave him, he wouldn't go back to Claude. Alois finally knew what it was like to truly love someone, and he would rather be alone than to go back to a loveless and abusive relationship.

"Whatever you say," Claude muttered, closing the drawer and turning around. "Here." He held out his hand, his eyes gleaming with something so putrid that it made Alois shiver.

The blonde stood up, straightening his black sweatshirt before heading over to Claude. He took the small bag of pills that rested in his hand before giving the male a spiteful glare.

"This is the last time I'll come here. I'll find someone else to give me these. I can't be friends with you if you keep trying to get inside my pants."

"If that's what you want, I won't stop you."

Alois frowned as unease spread throughout his lean form. The way Claude was acting was out of character – he was too calm about this. But Alois had to leave, so he had no time to find out what was going on in his ex-boyfriend's mind. The person who had called him when he was dancing with Ciel had been his father.

Alois had kept it from Ciel because he didn't want to worry him. There was nothing he could do about it anyway. The blonde had to go there and he had to let his father do as he pleased, otherwise he would hurt Luka. That was their arrangement. Alois had only gone to Claude to fetch something that would dull his mind and make it easier. But Claude had demanded something in return and he had felt forced to comply – to some extent.