Can\'t Hurt To Pretend

Seduce.

It was early evening and the setting sun tinted the curtains and the walls in an almost crimson magenta.
Alois Trancy was sitting on the bed, yawning, not because he was tired but because going to sleep was such a boring activity. His only entertainment had been to dangle his legs when Claude wanted to open the shoe laces of his boots, yet when Claude had simply caught his ankle with the remark: “Please refrain from moving until I am done.” and from then on had held his leg in an unrelenting grip, Alois had started to become bored again.
He stared blankly at the violet pattern of the wallpaper, waiting until Claude lifted his head and began to unbutton his master’s white long-sleeved shirt. For a moment, Alois studied the stern face, before he suddenly reached out and put his fingers under Claude’s chin to make him look up. The yellow eyes behind the square glasses looked at him, serious as always.
On a whim, Alois put both hands at the sides of Claude’s face and carefully removed the butler’s glasses.
“Why are you always wearing these, Claude?”, he asked, eyeing them with interest.
When his butler did not move a muscle, the boy lay back on the matress, deliberately allowing the shirt to slip of his shoulders, and he slowly shoved the glasses up his nose. Obviously delighted, he gave his butler a playful smile with the tip of his tongue brushing his lips; his blue eyes flashed behind the glasses that were a bit too large for his young face.
“Do they suit me?”
He put on a very serious expression and answered his own question, mimicking his butler’s dark and monotone voice: “Yes, your Highness.”
Amused by his own impression, the boy burst out into his ringing laughter.
“Wasn’t that just like you, Claude?”, he giggled. But as soon as he saw that Claude did neither share his amusement nor reacted to his mocking, the laughter died from his lips and Alois immediately lost all interest in his little game. With a “Tsk”, he took the glasses off and threw them away with a careless gesture. Claude caught them of the air without even looking and in one swift movement he had put them back on and adjusted his hair. As if he hadn’t moved at all, he waited for his master to let him continue.

Behind the violet curtains, the daylight was fading and the darkness of the night was slowly crawling in from the dark corners.
Just as Claude slipped the shirt from his master’s shoulders and down his arms, Alois slid from the edge of his bed onto Claude’s leg and playfully put his arms around his butler’s shoulders.
Looking directly into these yellow eyes, he moved closer until Claude could feel his breath on his skin. As the boy tilted his head slightly, the blue eyes shone, reflecting the soft light of the candles, as if they were lit by a light from within.
Deliberately letting his own lips softly brush his butler’s mouth, he breathed: “Rape me, Claude.”
The pupils of the demon’s eyes narrowed almost unnoticably, yet the dark voice remained completely calm. “It is my purpose to preserve you from harm, not to inflict it on you, master.”
Disappointed, Alois let go of him and allowed his butler to lift him up and put him back on his feet, so he could proceed with taking off his young master’s short trousers and his stockings.

When Alois was lying in his bed, the wavering light of candles was all that was lighting up the darkness. It shone on Claude’s glasses as the butler pulled the blankets up to cover his master’s body.
Alois reached for his face and softly pulled him closer. He hadn't given up on his little game yet. “Kiss me”, he whispered close to the demon's ear. “Kiss me like you’d kiss a lover.”
He lay back on the pillow, gazing up to his butler’s face above his, and the smile became more of a smirk. “Or can't you do that either, Claude~?”