Anything for Him

Claude sat on the bed and pulled off his boots, sighing deeply. Today had been aggravating; Frederich had made him give palm readings to a group of tittering girls. He knew why, of course. Their little battle had been going on for weeks, ever since he had mentioned that the trouble with Frederich's aura might be coming from within.

He glanced at the door, wondering if it was safe to jerk off. It had been a while; he had been so miserable and busy with work lately. It wasn't healthy.

He hung his jacket in the closet, grabbing his bottle of KY.

"Claude." Frederich replied, pulling him into his bedroom. "Claude, we should talk."

He looked semi-serious, mainly because he was. He was desperate to get rid of Claude.

"We can talk when you're up for sex," he said, shrugging. "Right now all I want is to relax after a shit day, thanks."

He felt a smile coming on.

"You're right. That's what I was going to talk to you about."

"Get it over with, then," he said, crossing his arms. The fabric of his tight t-shirt revealed his figure very accurately.

"We should have sex." He replied bluntly.

"What?" he asked, genuinely confused. He couldn't believe his ears. "You're bluffing, Frederich."

He laughed.

"Of course not. I just want you to trust me."

"...Then I accept," he said, fully expecting Frederich to back down. "Fuck my brains out--go on."

He grabbed Claude and pulled him into a kiss, nipping at his lips already. Yes, he was going to have fun with this. Claude deserved every bit of what he was about to get.

"Of course, there's no backing out of this now." He replied, biting his neck. And not in a particularly sexy way.

Claude squirmed, pushing Frederich away.

"No, not--I--do you even have lube? Do you even know what you're doing?" Despite his alarmed tone, he was very obviously hard. It was one of the drawbacks of wearing tight pants all the time.

"Of course~" He purred happily, groping Claude's crotch. "Come on, stop stalling!"

He blushed.

"I...are you a virgin?" he asked quietly. "You seem like it, though I don't mind."

"Shut. Up." He breathed, licking Claude's neck and biting it again. "No more talking."

Claude shivered.

"Be more gentle or I'll get even louder," he protested, though he didn't seem to mind too much.

He ran his hands beneath Claude's shirt, practically tearing it off seconds later. He shoved him towards the bed, grinning widely. He was anxious for the finale, but he knew that couldn't happen yet. He had to build up to it.

Claude was nervous. Frederich was grinning, after all; that never meant anything remotely good. And yet, he couldn't bring himself to fight it. He had waited most of his life for this moment.

"I want you," he said, reaching inside of Frederich's shirt. "I've always wanted you--I love you so much. But aren't you disgusted?"

"Mm, I love you too, Claude." He replied, attacking Claude on the bed now. "Hurry up and strip, already."

"Since when do you love me?" he asked, throwing off his belt anyway. "I could've sworn you hated me just this morning." He tugged at Frederich's shirt, for once not fighting the urge to stare at his body.

"Stupid, you should know I just act like that." He rolled his eyes, running his tongue along Claude's chest.

Claude gasped, gripping Frederich's shoulders.

"It feels good," he said in wonder. "Frederich, hold me, please."

He wrapped his arms around Claude, groping his butt.

"What did I say about talking~" He teased, biting Claude on the side.

"I really love you," he insisted, kissing Frederich's neck in return. After a minute's worth of frenzied pecks, he gave in to a strange urge and began to lick him. Touching Frederich felt so satisfying. He had been imagining this scenario for years, but he couldn't have possibly imagined all of these sensations, the smoothness of Frederich's skin and the warmth of his mouth.