A Spider's Intentions || Claude x Alois ||

A Spider's Intentions: Epilogue

I was an angel who fell from heaven

My life ripped apart, my sanity torn.

The fire that which burned everything encased me in an everlasting darkness.

I couldn't see.

But then...

A demon returned that light to me

My hope rebuilt, I fell in love with him.

But he had other plans all along.

He stole everything.

My sanity, my future, my life.

And all because of a silly wish.

I was an angel who fell from heaven.

He was the demon who caught me.

Epilogue

"Claude.." The blonde haired Trancy boy sat cross-legged behind his desk, seated in one of his favorite spinning chairs.

"Yes, your highness?" The man dressed all in black suddenly appeared, bowing politely in front of his master's desk. The demon's words brought a smirk to the young earl 's lips, giving him an eerie, psychopathic look.

Brushing the overgrowth of papers from his desk, onto the floor, he climbed on top of the wooden workplace, crawling on his knees until he was at the farthest edge from where he had been sitting; closest to the one he wanted most.

"Claude..~" He whispered breathily in the demon's ear. His fingers crept deftly up the front of the butler's tail coat, stopping dead once he reached the area where material met skin. Balling the dark fabric up between his fingers, he pulled the butler down so his was eye level with his master. "I-I.. I want you, Claude. I want you, and only you!"

The butler placed his hand over his heart, bowing obediently as he licked his lips.

"Yes, your highness."

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Hours later, the blonde laid panting next to the man who had just made him scream out in pleasure, trembling violently while he rode out his orgasms. Looking up at the male with wide, glossy blue eyes, Alois cuddled up to him, arms and legs tangled tightly around the demon's figure.

"Y-You hate me.. don't you.." He murmured, tears welling in the corners of his eyes so much that the man beside him was nothing but a blurry. Instead of a response, Claude only shifted and sat up, climbing out of the bed to retrieve his clothes.

The silence that followed was more than enough of an answer to the blonde boy who had tears slipping silently down his cheeks.

Alois pulled his knees up to his chest, panting heavily as he struggled to keep everything inside. Questions nagged at his mind, his conscious body numb with pins and needles. The voice in his head began to speak.

"You're such a repulsive little boy. Of course nobody would ever want you. Look at where your parents are!" they cheered happily, causing him to bury his head beneath the pillows.

"That is why they left you. You're an easily replaceable object to them, who will never amount to anything. Your body has already been used many times, so why would they want something old? Why would Claude want /you/?"

The tears came faster now, his fingers tangled up in the sheets as he struggled to keep face and not cry out in pain. The demon had gone now, most likely preparing an overly elaborate and useless dinner for his highness. Alois was not that hungry though. Even the thought of eating at that moment made him feel like vomiting.

Vomiting now, though, would be good. At least that way, Claude would come to his rescue and clean him up and hold him tightly. He'd lean down and whisper to the boy calming words about how much he cared for him and that it was all going to be okay. Then, he'd kiss his little lips with such passion and bottled up emotion that Alois's knees would go weak, and Claude would have to catch him.

But that was only a dream. A dream the blonde boy only longed for, craved more than anything else in the world. A dream that kept him alive even when he felt like quitting.

There was a timid rap at the door of someone's knuckles, and the door to the boy's room opened, jolting him out of his thoughts.

"Your Highness?"