Can\'t Hurt To Pretend

Provoke.

Eating dinner was boring, especially alone on a large table, with several dishes and various pieces of cutlery and these stupid manners.
Alois Trancy prefered to eat only what he felt like eating, which usually meant that he wanted his dessert first, followed by whatever he was still prepared to eat afterwards. Also, he sat on the chair like he wanted to and he behaved in a way that would grant him the most entertainment.
This time, he’d thrown his plate at the wall, spilling gravy everywhere, and wasted most of his dessert when he used his spoon to bombard Hannah with the cream on his cake as she cleaned up the mess he had created.
It had been hilarious, yet neither Hannah nor Claude, who was standing beside him and remained as unmoved as a statue, seemed to share his amusement.
Stupid demons. Disgusting.

When Claude began to clear the table, the boy leaned back in his chair, put his legs over the armrest and for a short while, he was content with dangling his feet, licking some cream from his fingers and watching his butler, who was silently and skillfully piling up the dishes.
Then this, too, became very boring way too soon. Worst of all, Claude was paying no attention to him, and that was something he’d soon regret.
Slowly, Alois began to undo the lace of one of his boots, only to dangle his leg demonstratively when Claude passed him by.
“Claude”, he complained loudly. “My shoe laces came undone!”
His butler turned around, yet the glance he gave him before he knelt down was unreadable and showed no sign of annoyance.
Claude doing his shoes was nothing exciting, too. Alois only once succeeded in kicking the glasses from his nose, but the demon caught them in mid-air and didn’t let this distract him from his task.
When he stood up, he bowed his head slightly. “I made sure they will stay like this. It is dangerous for you to have your shoes not done tightly, master.”
Alois knew he meant that he wouldn’t be able to open the knot so easily this time, but it already had become uninteresting, so he didn’t even bother trying it.
He looked up to the expressionless face of his butler. Always under control. Always so very serious.
“You’re no fun, Claude”, Alois complained and put his feet down to lean over the armrest.
“Always so uptight…” His fingers moved lightly over the black trousers, down the butler’s thighs and slowly up again.
“Can you even feel anything?” With that, Alois’s pressed his hand on the demon’s crotch, digging his fingers in the soft and maybe even vulnerable parts beneath the fabric.
As expected, Claude did not even flinch.
But Alois was curious now, so he leaned forward to examine him a bit closer, holding onto Claude’s leg to keep his balance.
“Or are you such a…”
His lips were now almost touching the tortured area,
“frigid…”
His tongue licked over the fabric, teasingly,
“cold…”
He licked slowlier this time, making sure that Claude would feel the wetness, and found what he searched for under the trousers.
“pitiful creature…”
The boy brought his lips to the butler’s crotch, wetting the fabric with his saliva and licking over the bulge beneath it,
“…you won’t even react to that?”
When there was still no reaction, Alois bit him out of sheer annoyance, and he made sure that it hurt.
Still, Claude made no sound, and when he looked up to see the demon’s face, he saw nothing in it.
Did Claude want him right now? Did he despise him? Was he thinking of how he’d rip his master’s body apart and devour his soul?
It was impossible to say.

Alois couldn’t stand that stupid look any longer, so he sat back in his chair and with a swift movement, he threw the remaining dishes before him to the ground.
“What are you waiting for?”, there was a smile on his lips again. “Go on and clean it up.”

But watching Claude finishing his task was neither satisfying enough to lift his mood, nor entertaining enough to keep him from boredom.