The Adventures of Noble!Frederich and Hooker!Claude

He had held his breath as he had entered the beautiful room; it was even more lavish than he had imagined. Claude had slept with rich men before, but never had he so badly anticipated meeting a client; his cheeks were warm and his hands shook as they ushered him behind a velvet curtain, where he was to hide and wait for the young nobleman.

He constantly fiddled with his hair in the dark of his hiding spot; he wanted to be perfect when Frederich entered his bedroom.

Frederich did not wear lavish clothes to match his lavish room, something his parents hated. Actually his parents rather hated a lot about him. He wasn't interested in sex, women or men or anything inbetween. They hated how he collected spirits, even ones that liked to destroy the house. In fact, they were certain he did it on purpose (and he did).

As he walked back into his bedroom after such a long day of doing pretty much nothing he sat on his bed and grabbed the nearest book. His current read was one about psychics, something he focused on less than ghosts.

The golden jewelry he wore jangled softly as he revealed himself with a smile.

"Hello, Frederich. I'm a present," he said, bowing at the waist. "You can do whatever you like with me." He folded his hands behind his back to hide their shakiness; he could barely believe it. There he was on the bed, in the flesh.

Frederich looked at him, and something like amusement passed in his eyes.

"I thought my parents were joking," he admitted, turning his eyes back to his book. "You'll be sorely disappointed to know that I'm not interested in sex."

"Your parents chose me specifically to stir your interest," he said honestly. "We don't have to have sex just yet, but I am yours."

"Well," Frederich looked to him and stared for an unnerving amount of time. "It's not working. What do you mean, 'yet', anyway? Is this supposed to be a daily thing now, or something?"

"I sold myself to your parents, and they gifted me to you," he replied. He moved closer to Frederich, his feet making no sound on the lush carpet. "I'm your property now."

Frederich wrinkled his nose in distaste. He grew silent, mentally calculating a few things.

"Fine. At the least, you can make yourself useful on occasion," he said, and already had things in mind. "Otherwise, you're free to read what you like, talk to what ghosts you like, whatever you wish. I don't care, just don't expect me to sleep with you."

He boldly leaned over Frederich, pushing the book out of the way.

"Don't you want to see why I was chosen especially for you?" he teased in his prostitute voice; on the inside, his stomach was tying itself into knots.

"No," Frederich replied honestly. He did not move. "I couldn't care less."

Claude smiled, and the book moved through the air and back onto a shelf, all on its own.

"Are you sure?" he teased, playing with Frederich's collar.

Frederich frowned, then he smiled.

"You'll be useful indeed," he replied. "But not for the reasons you were bought for."

He sat in Frederich's lap and swallowed nervously.

"I want to be useful to you in any way possible. I know you probably don't remember me, but...it's my greatest wish."

Frederich look him in the eyes, though only one of them was visible.

"Who are you?" he asked, and the question was meant to refer to how Claude knew him.

He kissed him on the cheek; he had been aiming for his mouth, but wimped out at the last second.

"My name is Claude von Volfe, and I'm your whore," he said. "Or at least, I'll try to be."

"You know what I meant," he replied, frowning. He reached for Claude, grabbing hold of his hair. "Tell me how you know me."

"Break me in and I'll tell you," he replied, grinning. "I'd love if you let me at least try my job."

Frederich let go of his hair.

"I'm not that interested," he lied. "Now get off, and let me return to my reading."

"Just a little," he begged, unfastening Frederich's belt. "I'll do all the work. Then I'll tell you."

Frederich scoffed.

"If you think you can actually give me an erection, then go ahead."

He inconspicuously wiped his sweaty hands on his skirt and pulled down Frederich's pants just enough to fondle him. He glanced at his face, hoping it would work.

Frederich just rose an eyebrow, looking just as bored as he did five minutes ago.

"Are you quite done?"

His cheeks burned red, and he licked the tip as slowly and teasingly as he could, anything to get it up.

"Why so shy?" he teased, sounding far more confident than he felt. "I don't break easy, you know--we can do absolutely anything you can think of, anything you'd like. Even if it's strange."

"I've never gotten an erection before, and trust me, you aren't the first prostitute my parents have hired," he said casually, trying to reach for a nearby book.

He frowned for a moment. Then he crawled on top of him and pressed him to the bed, kissing his neck.

"Yes, but I want you to fuck me," he whispered in his ear. "They were just paid."