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06 July 2010 @ 01:46 am
[Aggression event]  


Lord Alois Trancy woke up on the wrong side of the bed. No, that was putting it delicately! The little perverted brat woke up with an unexplainable surge of aggression, far past his usual playful/bipolar attacks. Needing something to channel this sudden surge of irritability and rage into, he decided that the pillows around be a good place to start. They were in desperate need of fluffing and were too lumpy for his high aristocratic tastes to stand. With a fierce little growl(which sounds more like a yowling cat), he begins to throw the pillows around. Just smashing them into the bed, then he proceeds to rip them open with a gleeful laugh. Yes, aggression, when coupled with his own bipolar mood swings, was a very dangerous thing. Perhaps what irritated the boy the most was that there was no one around to dress him. He had to dress himself and a lord such as himself is not accustomed to such a thing! At least he does a better job of it then a certain Earl we all know and love.

But really, what's left to do now aside from sitting and pouting? Waiting for someone to appear, someone he could take out his anger and aggression on.

(So I went for the aggression event in hopes someone can put Alois in his place. He's going to snap and tear into anyone who approaches him with cruel satire and insults. I hope this will gather into a bout of rough sex! )
Road Kamelot: ♚did it? now you knowsheepofdreams on July 6th, 2010 07:57 am (UTC)
[ :> road is always great with rough sex~ as long as you don't mind females?? if so, i can delete~!]

The young Noah of Dreams had been wandering the halls out of sheer boredom once again, not having found anyone or anything to cure such ailment. She kept her arms crossed loosely over her chest, humming a sweet, childish sort of tune as she moved down the garish corridors. She hesitated for a moment when she heard off, maniacal sort of laughter coming from a room near by.

Deciding to see what this would lead to, she looks into the room curiously to find a boy still dressed in his night clothes taking out some pent up frustration on the poor innocent pillows. She clucks her tongue lightly.

"That's one way to have fun~" there was a mocking sort of tone to her voice, as if she were teasing him for his childish temper tantrum.
dancing_spider on July 8th, 2010 10:45 pm (UTC)
Claude balled his fist, rapping on the door to his Masters chambers before slipping his gloved fingers onto the handle and entering the room. The sight that met him was something he had fast gotten used to, he was sure this was going to be the normality from here on out; coming to rouse his Lord and finding a bomb site of a room.

In perfect silence his Butler moved to the side of the bed, bowing to Alois, closing his eyes for a second before standing perfectly straight in front of him.
lord_alois on July 8th, 2010 10:57 pm (UTC)
"There you are!"

The little lord snaps waspishly when his butler finally makes his way into the room. He'd gone a whole week without his favorite servant. Now, normally Claude might smile and chide him for being late, but since he was already thoroughly irritated by his hotel accommodations, he crosses his arms over his chest and tilts his chin up. Something dark and dangerous glinting in his blue eyes, not at all the impish gleam that usually resides there. He's in one of his moods.

"Well, don't just stand there! Clean up this room at once!"
dancing_spider on July 8th, 2010 11:06 pm (UTC)
Nodding, so the crown of his head showed to his Master .

As the order was given, Claude noticed the vexed tone in the child's voice. Keeping his face at a stoic expression as he knelt by the bed side, gathering some of the stuffing that one resided inside of the pillows his Master had been granted while occupying this gaudy room. It was more like the rooms had been in their Manor House before Claude had re-decorated. Tasteless and common, not fit for his Master.

"Yes, My Highness."
lord_alois on July 8th, 2010 11:23 pm (UTC)
If anyone were to ask him, he would have said the gaudy red decor looked as if a protistute had been the decorator, but since there was no way out, he had been dealing with this tacky hotel for what seemed like forever. The disgusting habits and dirty doings of those who dwelled within both intrigued and disgusted him. Alois was no innocent, not by far, he was twisted and often quite seductive.

He scoffs as he watches Claude go about cleaning up the room, even though he was doing the boy's bidding quite well, it only seemed to infuriate him even more for some reason. "Can't you do this any faster? Can't you find softer sheets? I can barely sleep on those tacky, cheap bed sheets!"
dancing_spider on July 8th, 2010 11:47 pm (UTC)
Claude closed his eyes with a final nod. Walking backwards as some servants do, to keep eye contact with their Masters out of respect. Feeling up behind himself to the closet that was built into the wall. Pulling out some soft warm sheets and holding them neatly on one flat and steady palm. With the other hand he pulled his glasses off, golden eyes flashed with a lick of flaming claret as rich as blood and that butler moved like a whirlwind.

Ripping the sheets out from where Alois sat, yet hardly seemed to disturb the boy. Throwing pillows into the air and one by one, Claude fired the new fresh pillow cases over the plush pillows as they all fell in perfect place back onto the bed with a little bounce. last but not least the duvet came tumbling down like a silk avalanche over Alois, though Claude wrapped an arm around the child's middle as he landed on one knee before him, resting his Master on his thigh so that the bed sheets could settle without a wrinkle to them, catching his glasses in one hand as they were the last to fall.
lord_alois on July 8th, 2010 11:55 pm (UTC)
To Alois, it seemed as if a black whirlwind had taken over, every movement Claude made was quick, precise, and tasteful. He moved about his task at such a fast pace that the boy could hardly keep up and when he had finished, those beautiful blue eyes were practicalyl enflamed with anger. Claude had done everything perfectly, to the very letter! He had nothing to yell at him about and that, perhaps more then anything else, spurred him to slap the demon when he was pulled to rest onto his thigh. He then spurs himself into a giggling fit directly after, cradling the spot on Claude's face that his small hand had struck.

"Ah Claude, you are too perfect..."
dancing_spider on July 9th, 2010 12:04 am (UTC)
The warm, stinging sensation of the contact between Alois' palm and Claude's face prickled with heat as a slight rouge marking painted the demonic butlers immaculate palled white cheek. All that was offered to the reprimand was the narrowing of now once more golden eyes in a side-on glance to his Masters sweetly sadistic, giggling face.

"I serve you, your majesty, nothing less for the Lord Trancy." His voice as smooth as years old bourbon, dripping with that power he kept dormant at the best of times. Claude was not stupid in the slightest, he knew when his Master was in one of his moods and thank goodness it had been he who found Alois, lord knows what he may have done already to a lesser servant. Setting Alois down as he remained kneeling before him, hands working slowly to unbutton and re-button the mistakes Alois had made when dressing himself alone.
lord_alois on July 9th, 2010 12:11 am (UTC)
Lord Alois Trancy certainly seemed to blow hot and cold. There was also no mistaking his cruel nature, for he was a twisted and deeply troubled youth. Fortunately he had the good sense not to show his troubled and darker side to the public. His giggles are that of a child, sweet and innocent, but the slanting of those sky blue eyes are impish, perhaps even devilish. He knows he can get away with much more when Claude is around. He's in a foul mood, so he figures he'll have to find some way to make Claude angry as well. Not an easy thing to do.

He stands, calm and still, as the spider demon undoes the buttons to his vest and white undershirt. But for each button he corrects, the boy's nimble fingers quickly undo that button, grinning slyly all the while.
dancing_spider on July 9th, 2010 12:23 am (UTC)
There was a reason Claude was his butler, he was able to remain cool and calm under the wrath of his Master, be it physical, verbal or mental abuse his wrath took form in, it was rather that Claude should appear to suffer at Alois' hand rather than another. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose once he'd finished what had soon become a pointless task, seeing as how Alios was intent on being a brat. Inhaling as he sighed inwardly and started to re-fasten all of those buttons.

"Would his highness prefer to sleep without his clothes? Or are we simply hot?" Looking up to his Master, there was very little that could break the butler . . . though under the circumstances of the hotel, it was highly possible that if Alios pushed and pushed his butler, there would eventually be a reaction.

Perhaps one he'd rather not experience.
lord_alois on July 9th, 2010 12:29 am (UTC)
The second time he fastened up the boy's shirt and vest, Alois simply grips the collar of his shirt and tugs hard enough to send buttons flying everywhere, ruining his shirt on purpose and all without so much as an explanation, revealing his smooth upper body, so boyishly thin with just a hint of developing muscle tone. Skin so pale and soft, skin that bruised so very easily. "It isn't your place to question my actions, Claude." He reminds his servant in a mocking tone of voice, smoothing his harsh actions with another impish giggle. "You're my servant and I am your lord. Must I explain this to you again?" The tip of his tongu pokes from between his lips, giving a faint glimpse of the spider contract mark.
dancing_spider on July 9th, 2010 12:39 am (UTC)
Claude closed his eyes, standing slowly and doing a perfect job of not showing any anger, though he had to turn his back for a moment or the twitching to the corner of his lips would have shown and given Alois the perfect vision of his butler slightly vexed.

There really must have been something in the air that was effecting Claude, for as he turned back around to try and remove the rest of the now torn shirt from off of his Masters torso, he visibly swallowed. Adams apple bouncing once in the silent gulp, burning gold eyes like a sun rise on a dark morning, drank in the sigh before him; that small supple frame, even the smell of Alois' flesh was like the most mouthwatering scent you could expect from something such as an Italian bakery.

"No, My Highness, you need not remind." He finally spoke, hands showing a slight tremble while making contact to the child's shoulder, brushing the ruined fabric off so that the shirt fell to gather about Alois' elbows.
lord_alois on July 9th, 2010 12:53 am (UTC)
Alois can sense it as well, something in the air that stirs him in familar ways. His so-called father had abused him in many ways, ways that had left bruises both inside and out. He can feel it building, something dark and sinful inside of him, as those nimble, glove covered fingers gently ease the torn shirt from his shoulders. He let's it fall away, rolling his head back in a smug, devilish little smirk. It's almost as if he can scent Claude weakening.

"Good, it would disappoint me to have to do such a thing." He rolls his shoulder and slips his other shoulder free of the white undershirt. "Pick up the buttons once you're finished." He says in a flippant, arrogant, and utterly snideful tone of voice.
dancing_spider on July 9th, 2010 01:22 am (UTC)
Excuse Tap dancing-mun as they shuffle off to bed now o7 /will tag back later!
Claude would distract himself from becoming that monster that Alois was so used to being around, a weaker man that gives into his more carnal desires. Though the troubling thing was, as Claude stood up and turned his back on his Master to tidy up those scattered buttons, he couldn't shake the images of terrible things he was musing about doing to the child.

Cleaning his throat, tapping his foot to lightly keep the beat of one...,two...,three... before Claude erupted in a dance of elegant tapping, clapping and jumps, each movement caused the floor to vibrate a little, tossing those disregarded buttons around until they were jumping high enough off the floor for Claude to snatch up in his dance around the room.

He was, however, unaware that such vibrations would have the same shaking effect on his Lord and himself, pulling tort the fabric over the crotch of his trousers.
lord_alois on July 9th, 2010 01:38 am (UTC)
As you wish XD
Normally the Trancy heir would laugh and clap, he did so love to see Claude do one of his infamous tapdances. He wonders if his butler is so good at it because he's used to having eight legs in his true form? Perhaps. Still, watching him flit and tap about is now only moderately tolerable for Alois...at least until he realizes what the vibrations are doing to his body. He finds himself staring down at the crotch of his booty shorts, where an unsightly bulge has begun to form.

Laying back amongst the fresh clean sheets, he sighs and writhes wantonly, giggling as he runs his hands along his body with all the sexual freedom and abandonment of a child. "Ah yes! Claude I do so love your tap dance!"
Returning to work, your highness o7 - dancing_spider on July 9th, 2010 08:22 pm (UTC) (Expand)
about time! -huff- - lord_alois on July 9th, 2010 08:42 pm (UTC) (Expand)
That slut! - lord_alois on July 9th, 2010 09:34 pm (UTC) (Expand)
I do spoil them so! XD - lord_alois on July 9th, 2010 11:08 pm (UTC) (Expand)
And poor Claude, he never gets spoiled! - dancing_spider on July 10th, 2010 12:25 am (UTC) (Expand)
He gets to keep all of his limbs though - lord_alois on July 10th, 2010 01:21 am (UTC) (Expand)
How kind of his majesty, he's thankful ♥ - dancing_spider on July 10th, 2010 02:21 am (UTC) (Expand)
You are very welcome - lord_alois on July 10th, 2010 02:48 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - dancing_spider on July 12th, 2010 12:51 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - lord_alois on July 12th, 2010 12:59 am (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - dancing_spider on July 12th, 2010 10:56 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - lord_alois on July 12th, 2010 11:16 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Exactly what he wanted! XD - lord_alois on July 13th, 2010 12:38 am (UTC) (Expand)
You're such a cruel Master. ¬_¬ - dancing_spider on July 14th, 2010 08:09 pm (UTC) (Expand)
You love it <3 - lord_alois on July 14th, 2010 09:21 pm (UTC) (Expand)
I'm always right! - lord_alois on July 14th, 2010 09:50 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Of course you are, Your Highness~ - dancing_spider on July 23rd, 2010 01:01 pm (UTC) (Expand)
/glares the entire time <.< Damn sexy butlers - lord_alois on July 24th, 2010 12:31 am (UTC) (Expand)
It's not nice to threaten your master - lord_alois on July 24th, 2010 01:43 am (UTC) (Expand)
<.< O.o >.> - lord_alois on July 24th, 2010 02:17 am (UTC) (Expand)
Your Majesty is surprised? - dancing_spider on July 24th, 2010 03:15 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Only by the length of your tongue - lord_alois on July 24th, 2010 05:57 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Then I do my job well, Sire. - dancing_spider on August 5th, 2010 06:41 pm (UTC) (Expand)
I demand a threesome! <3 - lord_alois on August 5th, 2010 11:08 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Indeed I do! If only Ciel would join us <3 - lord_alois on August 5th, 2010 11:43 pm (UTC) (Expand)