The Adventures of Noble!Frederich and Hooker!Claude

Frederich finally grabbed a book. One he'd read already, but he enjoyed it anyway.

"That's amusing," he replied, "considering you were also paid."

He paused, frowning.

"...It would be strange if a prostitute offered to fuck your son for free. I took their first offer because I wanted you specifically. I could hardly believe my luck."

"Yes, well, I don't believe you, considering the fact that you won't even tell me anything about yourself," Frederich shrugged. "I suppose it can't be helped; none of the other prostitutes wanted to talk either."

"If I tell you so easily, how can I do my job?" he asked, pressing his hips against him.

Frederich smiled ever so slightly, but did not explain it.

"Can I get back to my reading?"

"If you're the type of man who finishes quickly, maybe," he replied, slipping off his skirt and revealing his naked form. He kept his huge, gaudy necklace on, however.

"I can't even get started, who said anything about finishing?" Frederich grumbled, his mood turning grumpy. He ran a hand down Claude's stomach, only to Claude was in better shape than he was. He shrugged.

"You can touch more, if you want," he offered eagerly. He placed Frederich's hands on his hips. "It counts. Some people get off on that kind of thing."

"I was only amused to find that you're in better shape than I am, nothing more," he replied, removing his hands. He was insistent on making it as awkward as possible.

He bit his lip.

"Do you like watching other people, maybe?" he asked, stroking himself. "I've had to do that before."

Frederich's expression soured even further.

"If that's what it takes to get you to leave me be," he replied, disgust still obvious on his face.

He laughed, then sighed and just laid down on top of him.

"...You're really not into this, are you? I guess I can't really rush it." He kissed Frederich on the nose. "Let me kiss you a little, then I'll let you go. I'll even tell you who I am."

Frederich furrowed his eyebrows, and thought. Then, slowly, he nodded.

"Fine, just fix my pants."

Reluctantly, he did as he was told.

He tackled Frederich immediately after, forcing their lips together with a genuine hunger. He tried to take in as much as possible as he did so: Frederich's lips were warm but mostly unresponsive, and from this close he could see all the tiny blemishes in his skin. He could feel Frederich's heart pounding through his clothes, not even nearly synced with his own. But when he pulled away, the taste of coffee fresh on his tongue, he felt more satisfied than he had for a long while.

He remained on top of him, just toying with his hair and taking in the details of his face.

Frederich, after a time, pushed him away.

"Now," he replied, sitting up and retying his ponytail. "Explain."

Claude's response was to scoot close and trail his hand over Frederich's thigh.

"We met when we were children. Do you remember? I was the dirty child who almost fell into the river, the one who was lost and crying and couldn't find his parents. Claude. You helped me find my parents, that day. Bought me an ice cream and a balloon so I'd shut up, too."

He hand moved further up until he had wrapped his arm comfortably around Frederich's waist.

"...that's it?" Frederich replied. He'd hoped for substantially more. "I helped you once as a child?"

He nodded, smiling.

"Yes. You were the only person in my whole childhood who paid me any mind, you know--you made a wonderful impression."

Frederich swallowed. He decided not to mention the reason he had paid Claude any attention in the first place. He was cruel, but not that cruel.

"Well, time to read."

"Mind if I read along with you?" he asked, leaning his head against his shoulder. "I'm not the fastest, but I can read--more than most whores."

"If I couldn't read to pass the time, I've had killed myself by now," Frederich replied. "There's nothing better to do in this damned mansion."

He grabbed his book.

"You're welcome to read the ones on the shelves against that wall," he pointed to the wall across from his bed. "Those are ones I've finished."

Claude pulled a book at random from the shelf with his powers; it landed gently in his lap. He squinted at the cover: Cursed Sites of Eastern Europe. Shrugging, he opened it and began to read, though he did not relinquish his hold on Frederich.

-x-

Frederich stared down Claude. He thought they had agreed upon not having sex, but he'd been wrong.

"I said no." he insisted, not budging on his stance. He sat in a chair in his room, unwilling to move. He wouldn't let Claude bully him into sex.

"But it's my entire occupation." The corners of his mouth moved further downward. "This is what I was bought for. I'm supposed to do this." His fingers trailed over Frederich's inner thighs. Even naked and on his knees, Claude didn't look very much like he was begging; perhaps it was the muscles.

"Then you should be glad I don't force you to do it anymore," he replied, frowning deeply. "What's the problem?"