Chapter 13: Can you Believe this!?

Claude looked over at his business partner, their eyes meeting with the same thought. These were not your everyday spoilt little rich kids. Claude shifted his eyes to scan over his seemingly blasé charge, who was picking at his nails, waiting for the 'adults' to get over themselves.

"Everyone out." Claude didn't bother looking at the others.

Before hell could break loose, Sebastian took the reigns. "We will call a meeting later, once we go over the logistics, expect an update-" ruby orbs jumped to beautiful cerulean. "-in 20 minutes. You are dismissed." With that the guards opened the doors, ushering their very disgruntled colleagues out of the room.

"Earlier you said you knew what to look for, in regards to our security system. Now is the time to elaborate." Alois seemed to break under the pressure of Claude's heavy scrutiny, his eyes darting to Ciel before he could stop himself. Ciel knew the exact moment he had been outed as well, when both young tycoons pinpointed him with looks simultaneously.

"Fuck." He groused, rolling his eyes heavenwards, sighing softly. "Just tell them." He sulked, crossing his arms and pointedly looking away from the object of his (grudging) affections and his business colleague.

"Yeah, right, okay… sure." Alois stumbled, unable to look away this time, as his lover's eyes narrowed into a glare. "We're trained." He blurted out, flushing at the raised eyesbrows. "Uh, right. In combat and like, military stuff. We're like, okay? I'm better at the whole physical stuff and Ciel's better at strategy… but we're basically on par… when our parents died we uh… we had a lot of pent up aggression? I guess?" Ciel's form seemed to darken here, he really wanted to get out of this stupid conversation. "That's how we met… like as in, at the boot camp. Ciel did his research, I just talked to the mafia, in order to find out about the place. Look, I don't think we're anywhere near as good as you guys, but we're not completely helpless? And we like, kind of know what we're talking about?" With one of Claude's sharp glances, Alois backtracked the fuck out of his sentence. "Only if you want us to be! You still rule my world Claudy." He put his hands in his lap and ducked his head.

"You're usually not chicken shit. How long did it take you anyway, to let him fuck you off your pedestal?" Ciel hissed, clearly angry at Alois' lack of spine. "Didn't think you were one to be slapped around either." He practically snarled that, sending a heated glare Claude's way. Sure, the blonde was a lot to handle, but he was one of the only people Ciel cared about.

"Okay, things are getting a bit nasty." Sebastian hopped to the damage control, grasping Ciel's arm and waist, pulling him off his chair and into his lap as the older boy sunk into a chair.

"Get off of me Sebastian!" Ciel snapped, struggling in the iron grip, only to be hushed and petted into submission, looking like a grumpy cat.

Alois was on the brink of tears, unable to look up, too shaken and ashamed, gnawing on his bottom lip anxiously. The blonde wasn't ashamed of his relationship with his new caretaker. Claude, in all his stoic glory, made him happy… sure he knew that his dependence and comfort in a fairly abusive situation wasn't healthy at all, but he just… he was so sick and tired of being sad, and lonely, and wearing his hurt and anger under a facade of bitchiness. He just wanted to give the reins to someone else… no… he wanted to give the reins to Claude. His big, powerful, intelligent, incredible lover who seemed to just take the control from him without warning or care for anything else. He needed Claude, and Ciel could say whatever he wanted, but there was no way in hell he was going to let his man go… no matter what.

Claude walked steadily towards the young royal, tilting his chin to regard the face, pinched in frustration with lashes sparkling with unshed tears. He scrutinized the blonde thoroughly, taking in the silk, blonde hair, slender figure drowned by his shirt, perfect bone structure, and large sky blue irises. True royalty, made for high teas, wearing extravagant clothing and obnoxious amounts of jewels… a pretty little doll created for the sole enjoyment of others to gaze upon, untouchable to commoners, and exchanged only to those powerful enough to buy him with at least 100 times his weight in gold. To whom he will lay there, open his legs, and let his new owner fuck him as they please, while he continued the rest of his life frivolously.

Not taking his eyes from his lover, or fingers from his chin, Claude spoke to his business partner. "For now we follow their strategy, I didn't see any holes that would make us excessively liable, and I know you agree since you didn't raise the problem beforehand." He paused, as Alois' tears dried and lashes flutter to gaze at him, mouth dropping slightly, in the hypnotized way that spelled over the prince whenever the older male spoke. "I know you already have a plan in mind, so I'm guessing you'll do whatever you want to get it done… I'll work with Spears and Sutcliff to gather the necessary intel and I will contact the mafia to let them know of our intentions."

"Sounds like a plan." Sebastian smiled chesirely, abruptly standing and carrying Ciel with him up and out of the room. He knew exactly what he was going to do… but first he needed to have a little chat with his own royal (figuratively speaking) pain in the ass about the importance of heeding the rule 'none of our business' as well as 'time and place' or even 'don't piss of people who are a lot stronger than you'. He knew the only reason Claude hadn't beaten Ciel half to death for speaking out of place (in his asshole workmate's mind anyway) was because he would have to engage in lethal combat with Sebastian himself.

Once Sebastian had left, Claude gathered Alois in his arms and left as well. It was almost time for Alois' meal time. He would be enforcing a very strict schedule upon the blond now that he was in charge of the younger one's life. Young as Claude was, he's a busy man, who had every moment planned out. To keep it simple, he was a control freak. It was about time Alois stopped floating as a separate entity, doing whatever he wanted, and took his rightful place in Claude's life like everything else Claude owned… the place right under his thumb.