Drabbles About Claude's Past
Claude is 43
I don’t deserve you.
That’s what he’s thinking as the boy kisses him.
I’m old, I’m broken, and terrible, terrible things have been done to me. Just by touching me, you’re being poisoned …
Claude is 16
He’s been in this cell for a long time. If meals are any judge - twenty-seven divided by three - it’s been nine days.
This probably has something to do with the fact that he can become invisible. Maybe he’s an alien. Maybe the government is going to cut him up …
The door swings open, and a man strides in. Obvious authority.
“Get up,” the man suggests.
Claude spits at him and doesn’t budge.
The man chuckles, kicking Claude in the groin and dragging him up. “Spirit … nice … I can break that …” and suddenly his lips are on Claude’s, his fingers are in obscene places and god this man is old enough to be his father and …
He doesn’t want to remember more, but he does.
Claude is 21
People at the Company achieve their desires through blackmail and threats, but as Claude has nothing to be threatened by, he decides to take matters into his own hands for once.
“Do ya want ta shag me?” Claude snaps, shutting the door and glaring at Thompson. “You’ve been lookin’ at me funny for weeks now; just bloody get it over with.”
Thompson grins in a disturbing way. “How do you feel about handcuffs?”
Claude glowers.
Claude is 25
Kaito Nakamura grabs a hold of him after a meeting. “Please accompany me to my hotel room,” he says in a way that makes it very clear that Claude does not have a choice in the matter.
Why is the whole bloody Company obsessed with me?! Claude wonders wildly as the Japanese man drags him off in a vice-like grip.
It’s not that bad - it’s actually almost pleasant - but as Linderman and Thompson precede Kaito, Claude’s not so sure he’s a good judge of such things.
Claude is 28
When Bennet starts following him around like an annoyingly overenthusiastic puppy, Claude realizes that younger men must be the way to go. Older men are twisted, dominating, ready to take what they want regardless. Well, Company Men are, at least.
So after a successful mission involving a levitating man, Claude and Bennet go to a bar, where Claude gets Bennet spectacularly drunk.
“Would you think I was being very rude,” Bennet slurred. “If I said you were incredibly sexy?”
Claude grins. “No, not at all,” he leans forward, feigning innocence. “Actually, I think it would be very rude if you didn’t fuck me back at the motel.”
Well, Bennet certainly didn’t want to be rude.
Claude is 43
Older men are sick and wrong and younger men betray you. Women are unattractive, vain, and strangely eager to fall into Claude’s uninterested arms. He had just accepted his fate of being alone for the rest of his life when Peter came.
Young - the age gap is huge compared to Bennet’s - desperate for approval and amazingly beautiful.
Innocent want shines in Peter’s eyes when the boy breaks away from the kiss.
Before Claude can decide whether to kiss the boy or hit him, Peter rushes forward once more; warm little hands exploring all over, eager lips and hot breath … such a lovely creature can’t possibly want him - so old and wrong …
The thought of ruining this child - becoming Linderman and Thompson and Kaito all at once, is too much to bear.
So Claude shoves Peter back, snaps angry denials even though he can tell the boy’s in his head and knows perfectly well how he feels.
Broken … I don’t deserve you … you’re too perfect … leave me alone …
And Peter does.