Alois in Wonderland, Chapter I Down the Spider-Hole, Part IV
Alois Trancy lay crumpled on the cold unforgiving floor of his manor. His heart raced and his head hurt from screaming orders. Only moments before Sebastian Michaelis, demon of his soon to be beloved, Ciel Phantomhive, had made his final escape. He had soared through the window’s glass with Ciel’s body inside his trunk and retrieved soul inside the tea-box, and had shattered the grand chandelier in the process, leaving Alois in total darkness.
“Chase after him, quickly!” His servants bowed and tore after Sebastian. What was the point? Surely Sebastian and his precious Ciel would be miles from here already…
Claude turned to follow after them but Alois lunged and entwined his arms around Claude’s leg. “Not you Claude. Don’t go!” He pleaded frantically. Not Claude, never Claude. If his butler left, Alois didn’t know what he would do…
“But-” His butler protested
“Don’t…leave me behind…” And the image of the child Alois cradling his dead Andrew swam in front of his mind. He buried his face against Claude and whimpered.
“Don’t leave me alone Claude, please…”
“Master,” Claude Faustus took pity on him, his master, and so he turned to kneel by Alois’. “I will always stay by your side.”
Claude’s gloved hands took hold of his master’s petit ones; he squeezed them reassuringly as he recited the honorable code of the Trancy butler, “Day and night, sugar and salt, living and the dead, the impure and the pure…”
“Wrong!” Alois protested, tears welled up in his eyes but he made no move to brush them away. “It’s as he said, I’m just a filthy kid.” He, Sebastian, had called him a piece of dirty trash when Alois had finally seen inside the demon’s trunk. He had said that if someone like him were to touch his younger master, he would become sullied. It made Alois weep to know how right the demon was…
“You are my master.” Claude replaced the fake glasses he always wore and pushed them up the bridge of his long nose; to Alois, it was a sign of comfort and the final act of the demon becoming his butler.
“Enough with that, in the end, you also…”
Claude withdrew his hands from Alois’ and brought them up slowly to cup his master’s face. “I’m your loyal slave.” He whispered, his face drawing closer. Their noses nearly touched and Alois could feel his butler’s cold breath - he smelled of honey and cloves. Alois’ cheeks erupted in a faint blush.
“You don’t need to attract my attention. I want nothing, but to deeply desire my master.” Claude’s long fingers stroked Alois’ cheeks and hair and Alois had to close his eyes. The touch and the intense gaze of the demon were simply too much…
“That’s enough.” Alois tiredly pushed Claude away and rubbed at his eyes. He needed sleep. He needed not to think or feel anymore.
“Everyone…”
“…Should just be engulfed in darkness.”
“Master,” Claude’s voice was dizzying and Alois could only distinguish a few of his words as his head lolled against Claude’s shoulder.
“Let me carry you to bed.”
“Yes,”
Strong arms lifted him and enfolded him within a tight embrace to his butler’s chest.
“Dream of sweet things, Your Highness,”
“Dream of a wonderland…”