The sun was setting, blood red sky fading into a deep purple as it disappeared behind the hills. Not that I could be bothered with such a sight. Instead, my attention was lazily focused on the boardgame in front of me. Chess. What sounded like a bit of fun earlier had turned sour quickly. Playing with a brick wall tended to do that. A very hot, brooding, silent brick wall. A wall I could never seem to tempt, despite how crazy my actions or how scantily I clad my body. It had worked with the perverted old man. But not the one in front of me now. Even the way I was sitting, back against one armrest and legs thrown over the side, flaunting my long smooth legs in these shorts had no effect. Fiery anger swelled up, and instinctively I lashed an arm out, sending pawns flying. A few hit the body standing across from me. This gave me enough satisfaction to cool my temper.

Won't make it too easy for you to ignore me, I thought.

Claude, like always, did nothing more than blink. It was infuriating. Nothing I could ever do would make him look at me, notice me the way I wanted. Trying to do so was an obsessive pastime of mine. Raging destruction? Nothing. Crying and clinging? Nada. Seductively pressing against him, treating him like garbage, undoing everything he so perfectly did? Zero, zip, zilch.

The old man had been to easy, so easy to seduce. All it took was a flush on my cheeks, lowering my eyes and looking at him lustfully through my lashes and bending my body any way he wished. It was repulsive, but easy. After time, my body began to crave it. Enjoy it? Perhaps with someone else's body yes. Now that he was out of the way, the desire to be sexually fulfilled by a man was still there. Claude was also very much here.

In the beginning, I'd only nagged him for attention simply to have interaction. As he refused to bite, I'd grown more and more consumed with the need to gain his acknowledgement. Why wouldn't he give it to me?

"I'm bored." I said, offering only that as an explanation. "Let's play something new."

Claude returned all the pieces to the board, not uttering a word.

"Did you hear me? I want to play a different game."

Claude straightened, his gloriously golden eyes looking me over. "What game do you wish to learn, my lord?"

His apathetic tone dug at me.

"Backgammon?"

"Boring."

"Spillikins?"

"A child's game. Besides, was picking up all those chess pieces not enough for you?"

Silence. "Would you prefer to play-"

"You're absolutely no help. Let's play an old game but with a new twist. Liar's dice. Single hand. But each time someone loses a challenge and must remove a dice, they have to answer a question truthfully or fulfill the winner's order."

"As you wish, my lord." He returned with two sets of dice and golden goblets, clearing the able of the previous game.

I loved games like these. There was no strategy, and despite the odds being calculatable, there was no way to ever be sure of a win. The thrill of a bluff, the power to raise or challenge… It was a game Claude could not let me win at, nor could he guarantee a win every round and never give me a chance to question, to test him. To best him.

…

"Fuck me."

Claude stilled, his eyes flicking over to mine.

"My lord…"

"I won the round, Claude. I won, therefore want to fuck me, and you must comply."

A muscle jumped out from Claude's clenched cheek. "My lord, that isn't wise…"

I raised an eyebrow coolly, but inside I was singing. The twitching face muscle was the first reaction I can remember since the beginning. The closest response elicited since I made the contract with him, and he'd looked at my soul with such fierce desire. I wanted him to look at me like that again. I don't even care if it's faked and forced. "It's an ord-"

Claude stood from his seat across mine, interrupting me. "My lord, are you aware of the cardinal sins?

I hmphed impatiently. "The seven deadly sins? I wasn't raised under a rock. Of course, I know them. But what in the bloody hell do they have to do with this?"

Claude began to slowly slink around the table. "These, vices, as man likes to say, are humanistic traits that when indulged in, give birth to other darker desires. Pride. Greed. Envy, gluttony, wrath, sloth," He stopped behind me, and I shivered slightly. Claude was acting most unpredictable, pacing like a feral animal. It excited me. I shifted my legs around my stiffening cock. "And lust."

I inhaled sharply as he rounded the table, his eyes golden boring into mine.

"Do you know why, my lord, demons themselves don't act upon these traits, even though it was we who created them, we who infected man with them, and we whose strength grows from them?"

My blood pounded in my ears. I shifted my position again. This half-formed erection was growing uncomfortable, and beginning to reach the hem of my shorts…

"Demons don't, can't indulge in these carnal desires, because should they, these desires will envelope them. When a demon commits one of the seven deadly sins, they're unable to show any restraint and the passion consumes them until the sin has carried out it's course. My lord, I do hope this explains my actions from the moment I met you."

The wheels turned in my head. As he circled around behind me again, this time he stopped. Long, slender fingers reached around to my neck, yanking the end of the bow tied there.

"What do you m-mean?"

"For example, despite my greatest wishes to consume your soul, I must never act upon that thought even in the smallest of ways lest it take control of me and I consume you wholly, before being unable to satiate my hunger with just you and consuming countless other souls. Gluttony." He dragged the hair around forcefully to face him. He knelt between my legs, slowly unbuckling my shoes and slipping them off. The routine that ended each day, his hands near my feet were nothing out of the usual. But something that hung heavily in the air, something I couldn't quite name, made this feel quite intimate.

"Wait," I said, my toes curling in delight as he slid my socks off. "That can't be true. I've seen you carry out gruesome murders under my orders. I've seen you mutilate groups of fifty or more men. You've fought Sebastian Michalis more than once. How is any of that not considered wrath?"

Claude smirked as he moved up to the buttons at my vest. "My lord, fighting humans requires so little emotional concentration, one could equate it to crushing an ant. Trivial. Menial. As for fighting another demon… Sebastian is too equally matched. There's no possibility of incurring wrath upon someone when fighting them is more like a dance with a partner."

The vest was discarded to the floor. Claude's fingers brushed my neck lightly as he began on the top button of my shirt.

"There's a reason I've never gazed upon with desire. A reason I've never reciprocated your quite… tantalizing… advances." The shirt slipped off my shoulders, buttons fully undone. It joined the rest of my wardrobe, spread across the floor. I was painfully aware that the only thing on me right now was the thinnest of material, the shortest of black shorts now straining against my erection.

"Should I have given in, nothing could stop me from ravaging your body. Nothing could restrain me from fucking you with every bit of strength in me. Nothing in existence would hold me back from all but destroying you. Nothing about my advanced would be kind or gentle. Nothing about them will be."

There was no hiding how turned on I was, how this feral man before me with desire so heavily clouding his eyes -desire I'd dedicated my existence to exposing- had me squirming in my seat.

Saliva dripped from the corner of my lips. Suddenly, Claude's face was inches from mine. One ungloved finger ran over the drop, his thumb and other fingers forcing my face to tilt to his. His eyes devoured every inch of my face. My breathing was uneven. I couldn't concentrate on anything but the hunger in his eyes.

"I'll ask you only once. Do you order me to fuck you?"

"Yes," I breathed.

I didn't see him remove his clothing, nor sweep the dice and goblets from the table. Only the clang registered in my ears and I became aware of the hands ripping the boxers from my body, discarding the shreds. My dick hit my stomach, and I felt Claude's hands on my ass, lifting me in the air.

I screamed as they pulled me down, ramming his cock deep into me. I hadn't seen it but judging by the depth at which it hit inside, the burn of my asshole, the thing was bloody huge.

Bloody. I couldn't keep from yelling, as he ripped into me repeatedly. There had been no warning, no gentle foreplay no prepping me for his girth. It wasn't like I was a stranger to this sensation, the feeling of someone else in me. The former earl, disgusting pervert, had found his way inside me almost every night, but he was patient. Less aggressive. However, Claude was significantly thicker and longer, and with no preparation he's defiantly ripped something in me. There was warm blood at my entrance. I could smell the copper. There was no restraint, no consideration of my physical state from my butler. His eyes were clouded over, mouth slightly parted. He hadn't been wrong. Lust had taken over. The pain was intense. Despite all of that, I was more turned on then I'd ever been in my life. I wanted more

"Fas- ter." I panted, screaming as he picked up speed. I could feel the raw nerves inside me, slowly becoming accustomed to the force at which my butler moved inside me. The blood was providing some lubricant, allowing Claude to glide in and out easier. The slight less amount of friction began to take away some of the pain. I could feel it now. The moment when the thrusts no longer hurt but began to tingle. A few minutes later, I screamed again. This time was a wave of pleasure ran over my body. My toes curled and I could feel my nails digging into Claude's back. His skin was under my fingernails. I would feel this for weeks after, if my previous experiences were anything. I loved that, the fact that evidence of my encounters may not be able to be seen, but for days after every time I shifted in a chair or coughed, I'd feel the delightful ghost sensation of being filled by another man. With the damage I was doing to his back, Claude would remember this for some time after as well.

Claude made showed no intentions of slowing down, nor did he make any effort to pleasure me in any other way then fucking me mercilessly. Not that this bothered me in any way. I reached between our bodies, wrapping my fingers around my own shaft. I began alternating the pace just how I liked it, pleasuring myself perfectly as only I could.

The sensation was incredible, being attacked on both fronts. Each new thrust from Claude found my insides aching in pleasure, and I found my strokes began to match his pace. I was moaning loudly, and quite pleasingly I heard Claude's moaning harshly in my ear as well.

As minutes passed, I felt myself reaching a climax. Instinctively, I clenched my ass muscles, causing Claude to grunt at the tightness. My hand was moving faster, erratically as I felt a dam break deep inside me.

"Claude!" I screamed as I released, thick pearly ropes shooting up between us. His paced picked up, to almost an imperceptible speed. I could hardly feel his length leave or reenter my body. Sweat dripped from the tip of his nose, dropping between us to mingle with the dripping cum on both of our chests.

"My lord," he growled. I felt it almost instantly. The force of his release deep in my walls. This is lasting at least four times as long as a normal man's release, I thought dimly as my eyes fluttered closed in pleasure. As his pumps slowed, I felt the thick fluids leaking down my legs. My back hit the cool table as he laid me down across it, his dick still fully inside me. Come to mention it, I hadn't felt the telltale softening of a man that had climaxed.

"I do apologize, my lord. I hope that I didn't hurt you too terribly."

I grinned through the haze of sexual release. My body was sore, a good deep kind of destructive sore. "Almost not enough," I said in a sultry tone.

A slow, predatory grin slipped across Claude's lips.

"This is quite fortunate indeed, my lord. For I fear this was just the beginning."

Ooooooieeeee. *cue nosebleed*

This one was fun. Looking back over all of my comments, for ideas about plots, I came across one for ClaudexSebby and another for AloisxCiel. As a sort of warm-up, I decided do write about the easier imaginable dynamic of Claude and Alois, in hopes that that would get the... creative juices flowing. I'm always lookiong for ideas, and the best ones gain a chapter dedication. Be sure to fav and follow, as well as comment. Head over to my page is you have time to read my current baby: some ouran fluff on Kyoya and Tamaki. Speaking of both Black Butler and Ouran, I'd like to dedicate this chapter to crisisconfirmed! Lots of love to you!

-Lissa