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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroshitsuji_|_Black_Butler
  Relationship:
      Alois_Trancy/Claude_Faustus
  Character:
      Alois_Trancy, Claude_Faustus
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe, War_Era, Prostitution
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-07-13 Words: 4533
****** A Soldier's Discovery ******
by Billxbesitztxmeinxherz
Summary
     While in the middle of a civil war, a lonely soldier named Claude
     Faustus makes the acquaintance of a brothel boy named Alois Trancy.
Notes
     So I'm making a short collection of stories, revolving around Claude
     and Alois, mainly inspired by Claude's soldier uniform. Besides the
     lovely Dark Strawberry, I've yet to find anyone in this fandom that
     has tried tackling the subject. Shame on all of you. But alas I have
     come to be the deliverer of Soldier!Claude smuttery. Currently rests
     at 21 reviews.
December 23, 1642
"When will those fucking Roundheads learn their place? There is no need for
this Parliament when it is King Charles' divine right ordained from God,
Himself!"
"Enough Henry!" A voice barks out against the cold winter air. "When will you
learn your rank and mind your tongue?"
"I shall do so when I see to it that every yellow-bellied man that dare claim
he fights for England on behalf of the Roundheads is cut in two by my blade!
Then, when this revolt is over and bodies are buried in the ground, I shall
have my peace!"
The hot-blooded soldier, no more than eighteen, grumbles as he sits back down.
The entire cavalry was huddled around a massive fire pit, using a few
threadbare blankets and huddling against one another for warmth. It had only
been a few months of fighting those rebels that dare try to overthrow the Royal
Monarchy and the troops were beginning to tire. The hot days of the Fall that
marked earlier battles, had now given way to winter and all were miserable.
The cavalry was currently residing just a few kilometers outside of some shabby
village, forced to set up camp in a field like farm animals. These men were no
ordinary soldiers, no, these were men of God. Citizens that had remained loyal
to the Crown and surely would defeat those that opposed God.
But even despite having God on their side, the Cavalier army was beginning to
feel run down. Winter had finally come to England and now there were murmurings
among some men. Distrust of the outlandish German prince leading them did not
help restore the soldier's faith either.
What the men of the Royalist cavalry really wanted was the basic things all men
yearn for. A warm bath, some decent ale, and the company of a woman would do
much to ease their tired souls.
Henry, the mouthy youth from earlier, swore under his breath as an especially
chilly air danced through the camp. In a fair distance from the fire, leaning
against a flimsy canvas tent, was a soldier. The man did not seem bothered by
the cold air and made no movements to join his fellow infantrymen by the fire.
"Eh," Henry whispered, nudging the nearest soldier. "What's up with him?"
"You new?" The other, much older soldier, asked.
"Picked him up in Shrewsbury. Hasn't shut up since." Another soldier grumbled.
"I've earned my place! I've fought with my all for the Crown!" Henry said,
cheeks flushing.
"Aye, aye you did. Calm down there lad. Don't get in a fuss." The older soldier
said.
There was a silence again around the fire pit before the older soldier spoke
again.
"That there soldier you pointed you," The older soldier nodded towards the man
Henry had inquired about earlier, "That's Claude Faustus. He's one cold bastard
of a guy so don't be offended if he don't take to you. Never talks that one
does. Always being off by himself, brilliant in battle though."
"He doesn't talk to anyone?" Henry frowned, watching the dark haired man.
"Not a soul. Poor bastard."
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December 24, 1642
By the cavalry's fourth night, the men begin to bug their officers about going
into town. After all, it's Christmas Eve and you'd have to be cruel to deny a
good church-going man his pleasures before Christmas. The soldiers are granted
their wish and fan out into the surrounding villages.
Henry just so happens to end up in the same tavern as Claude Faustus. A few
other soldiers have already had their fill of ale and now have become chummy
with the other drunken patrons of the bar. Slurred voices sing along to a happy
tune played on a piano as bodies begin to dance. Henry finds himself in the
company of a serving wench and coerces her into dancing.
At the end of the bar, Claude Faustus sits with an overflowing stein of ale.
The soldier's features are narrowed at the merriment around him. You see,
Claude Faustus is a soldier that takes his job very serious. Nothing is out of
place on the man's pristine green uniform and his golden shoulder tassels
remain untangled. Every minute detail, down to the black shine of Claude's
boots to the unsullied whiteness of his pants, is perfect. Given the man's
naturally curly hair has a few tussled black locks framing his face, but Claude
prefers some disorder to an extent.
"You not going to join your friend there?" The bartender, a portly man with
facial hair, asks. Claude's gaze rises to meet the other man's eyes in brief
acknowledgement. Then the silent soldier is downing his stein of ale in one big
massive gulp, resurfacing upon completion without even being out of breath.
"My god man! You drink like a fish!" The bartender laughs but Claude's
disposition remains serious.
"Where might I find some company for the night in this village?" Claude finally
speaks. It is a low strong tone used to holding an authoritative position.
"There are plenty of fine women here at the pub!" The bartender says, clearly
not picking up on Claude's true meaning. "Pick any one you'd like! I'm sure the
fine women of this village would be more than fine keeping the company of a
soldier."
"No." Claude's eyes narrow although his face displays no frustration. "Where
might I acquire paid services?"
"Oh." The bartender's face pulls up in disgust. "There's a whorehouse just down
the way. Small building owned by a Madame Ratignolle. You can't miss it."
"Thank you." Claude is in motion again as he rises to his feet. He leaves two
shillings on the counter, one for the ale and other for the bartender's
services.
Then Claude Faustus heads out the door into that cold winter night. Not a soul
noticing his leave when the man vanishes as if a ghost.
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It is a normal night at Madame Ratignolle's whorehouse. The girls are tending
to their normal patrons so it could be considered a rather slow night. After
all, it was Christmas Eve so one couldn't expect new customers. Madame
Ratignolle's business mainly survived on the men of the surrounding village's.
Whether the man be married and frustrated with his marriage, single and needing
in release, or a virgin looking to rid himself of his virginity, they all came
to Madame Ratignolle.
So imagine the old French woman's surprise when their establishment gets a
knock at the door in the early hours of the morning. The flow of customers has
slowed down throughout the nigh as Christmas Day approaches and yet there,
standing in the doorway, is a soldier. The Madame is immediately sent into a
tizzy, thinking that the soldier has come on behalf to the police to arrest
her, when the man finally speaks.
"I'm here to inquire about some company for the night." The soldier says and
the Madame fans herself in relief.
"Mon Dieu monsieur!" Madame Ratignolle stutters looking over the man, "You
scared me half death! Here I was thinking that you'd come to arrest me!"
"No, I simply come looking for a whore." The soldier shakes his head and a few
giggles can be heard hidden somewhere throughout the house. Without a doubt the
girls have come to see this new stranger.
"Well then tell me Monsieur… Monsieur…" Madame Ratignolle trails off having
realized that the soldier never did give his name.
"Faustus. Claude Faustus." The soldier supplies and the woman raises an
eyebrow.
"Like Artz Johann Georg Faust's story? The German folk legend?" Madame
Ratignolle is skeptical. She assumes that the soldier has given a fake name as
to avoid being associated with such an establishment but the alias seems too
obvious.
"One could say that." Claude returns, squinting slightly. Had Claude been in
his home in the countryside, he would have worn his glasses for the lighting
the whorehouse was dim. However, to avoid jeers from the other soldiers, Claude
chose not to wear his spectacles while in service. The man truly did have a
handsome face, strong jaw line with sharp cheekbones, and the women of Madame
Ratignolle's whorehouse thought so as well.
"Laisse tomber." Madame Ratignolle dismisses the issue with a wave of her hand.
She eyes over the soldier once before motioning for him to follow her into the
house. Then the Madame surveys the street quickly, to ensure that no one is out
at this hour, before firmly shutting the door behind Claude.
"Now what type of girl do you prefer?" Madame Ratignolle smiled through yellow
stained teeth. She is a short stocky woman that wears her messy hair gathered
high in a bun and hides much of her frame behind a tattered apron. Claude's
hopes for a decent companion wavers until the first girl steps into the small
parlor.
"This is Tatiana." A girl with tangled brown hair drops into a curtsey before
Claude. She is wide-hipped and voluptuous all over. Claude cannot help but
think that perhaps Tatiana is too much woman.
"I care not for brunettes." Claude deadpans and the girl's sly smiles falls off
her face immediately. Madame Ratignolle simply blinks before barking at the
girl to get lost.
"Then how about Rose?" A girl with fiery red hair takes Tatiana's spot and
Claude looks the girl over. Unlike the last, Rose is whip-thin. Perhaps too
thin, Claude thinks as he eyes over the girl's protruding bones.
"I care not for redheads." Claude sighs and Madame Ratignolle's eyebrow
twitches in annoyance.
"Then tell me my good traveler," The Madame practically sneers, "What is it
that you prefer?"
"I'm looking for something different." Claude meets the woman's gaze with a
dark meaningful look. Realization comes upon the Madame and a smile breaks
loose across her face.
"Ah!" Madame Ratignolle laughs airily, "Something special? Something different?
I think I know just the thing."
Rose sends Claude a traitorous look before she stomps off into the deeper
recesses of the house. Hushed whispers can be heard through the thin walls now
and a man's muffled moan can be heard coming from upstairs.
"Alois!" Madame Ratignolle calls towards the stairwell, "Alois, darling, hurry
up! You have another customer to attend to."
The man's moans from the upstairs turn frantic and the thin foundation of the
house seems to vibrate as the squeaking of a bed can be heard. The man's voice
climbs with each shake of the house until finally a loud cry is heard. Then
there's shuffling of feet overheard as the house creaks beneath the weight and
a few muffled voices. Then a figure is making its way down the stairs.
Claude can only stare at the figure coming down the stairs with calculating
eyes. A boy, no older than fourteen, appears to limp down the stairwell dressed
in a red kimono that hangs loose on the boy's body. A glowing white 'v' of
chest is bared for the entire world to see and the boy doesn't seem to either
notice or mind. He wobbles across the parlor towards Madame Ratignolle and the
woman places her hand on his shoulder.
"This is my son, Alois. He's very skilled at what he does and will do anything
he is instructed to do. Is this different enough for you? Monsieur Claude
Faustus?" the woman's eyes glitter in challenge and Claude regards her coldly.
"This will suffice." Claude nods.
"We will discuss payment when you two are finished. Alois? Be a dear and show
Monsieur Faustus to your room?" Madame Ratignolle's smile is sweet at her own
child before her look turns cold. She whirls around and yanks open a nearby
door to reveal a gaggle of girls that must have been eavesdropping. "The rest
of you back to work! Get a move on you wretches!"
The girls scatter but Claude's attention is on the young boy in front of him.
Alois barely even looks at Claude before he is beckoning the man to follow him
up the stairs with a weak wave. Then the boy's hips are jutting out as he walks
up stairs, a feminine swing to his walk, as the kimono flares at the high cuts
along the side. The boy's form is lithe and slender as he walks in front of
Claude climbing the stairs. The boy's rear is a tantalizing sight but Claude's
face remains as impassive as ever.
Finally the pair reaches the second floor of the house. A half-dressed man, no
doubt Alois' earlier customers, stumbles from out another room and smiles
goofily at Claude. Alois pays the man no mind as he opens the door to a room
opposite of the other and literally shoves Claude inside. The boy's small hands
do little to move the older man but Claude allows himself to be pulled into the
room.
The room is small with a sagging mattress on a rusted iron frame that is pushed
up against the corner of the wall. A faded patchwork quilt covers the bed along
with a worn looking teddy bear. Alois' cold attitude immediately changes upon
seeing the bear as he darts from Claude's side to stuff the creature away in a
nearby chest. The boy's cheeks are flaming in embarrassment but Claude simply
raises an eyebrow.
"Ain't mine if you'd be 'inkin that." Alois scowls beneath a mess of blonde
hair. The rough accent to the boy's voice catches Claude by surprise. Unlike
Claude's clear accent that one would often hear around London, young Alois has
the coarse accent normally associated with the countryside.
"I thought nothing of the sort." Claude replies and Alois looks at the soldier
in suspicion.
"Plenty of 'irls in this household! Could be one'o'theirs!" Alois stomps his
foot in a rather childish manner and Claude scoffs.
"I'm not here for one of those other girls." Claude's face twitches in what
resembles a smile, "Now am I?"
"Hmm." Alois purrs, childish disposition falling away to seduction no fourteen
year old should know. "I'd n'ver had me a soldier 'fore."
"I'd imagine not. Your village is rather a distance from the main road. I'd
imagine that you don't many new visitors at all in this village." Claude
watches as Alois slides the kimono from his shoulders. The red material falls
into a heap around Alois' ankles, leaving the boy stark naked. Claude takes in
the boy's thin body and the boy's well formed abdominal muscles, Claude does
not think long on what Alois has done to obtain said muscles.
"Summathing 'he matter?" Alois' face burns though his words have venom. Claude
simply shakes his head before he too begins to undress. The soldier uniform
takes a bit longer than the red kimono to remove, but Claude gets it off
nonetheless.
Then both boy and man are standing, facing each other, and taking in the
other's body. Alois' blue eyes are wide as he takes in Claude's toned form. The
physique of a farmer can only pale in comparison to that of a soldier. Claude
is more so taking in how easy it would be to overpower the youth as images of
filth enter his mind.
"Bed is 'ver here." Alois mutters, climbing onto the squeaky mattress. Claude
climbs up besides the boy and roughly pushes the boy down onto the bed. Alois'
body flops slightly as Claude's weight presses against him and Alois internally
whimpers. He is still sore from his earlier customer but he dare not say a
thing to Claude. However when Claude's face leans down towards Alois' neck, the
boy speaks up.
"W-what 're you doing?" Alois' voice is panicked and Claude hushes the boy.
Alois lies stupefied as Claude's hands stroke gently through his tangled blonde
hair and soft lips brush against his neck.
"Just hold still." Claude's voice is lower and Alois shivers. "I'll do with
what I want with you."
"Aye." Alois croaks as Claude begins to suck lightly on his neck. The sensation
feels wonderful and Alois whimpers softly as Claude's velvet lips brush against
his bare skin. Claude's hands come to grab at Alois' wrists and pin them to the
bed besides Alois' head. The blonde grunts at the older man's tight grip but
soon is moaning as Claude's mouth begins to suck.
"Oh." Alois squirms as he feels Claude's tongue. "That feels 'ood."
"Just hush." Claude's mouth forms a smirk against Alois' neck and the boy
complies. The necking continues on for a few minutes until Alois can feel
Claude hard against his knee. A sweat has begun to gather between the two and
strange sensations of tingling pleasure are pulsing through Alois' body.
"Mmm." Alois hums as Claude's hands slid up his inner legs. The man's hands are
calloused and rough but the boy does not mind. In fact, now that Alois thinks
about it, this is just about the most foreplay that a customer has ever done
with him before.
"Alois?" Claude's voice is husky and the boy moans in delight.
"Aye?" Alois breathes, small chest heavy against Claude's.
"Have you ever had the pleasure of being eaten out?" Something in Claude's eyes
are dark, taunting almost, and Alois' breath hitches.
"N-no. The other 'irls talk 'bout it from time to time. But me? N'ver." Alois'
heart rate is picking up and he squirms uneasily. The mattress squeaks beneath
them and Alois is blushing once more.
There is something different about Claude Faustus. Be it that he's a stranger
to these parts or simply because Alois cannot guess what Claude is thinking,
Alois does not know. The boy has years of experience under his belt and here he
is, Alois Trancy, blushing like a little virgin before this man. Normally
during romps with his clients, Alois tunes out the world during the actual
physical action of it all. The boy's mind often wanders off to a world of make-
believe where Alois likes to pretend that he's better off. In Alois' fantasies
he's no longer a whore but something more refined, like a Duke or an Earl.
However this strange removed man, Claude Faustus, seems to have brought Alois'
body to life once more. The boy gasps in scandal as Claude sinks down between
the boy's bent legs. Then Claude is hitching them high over his shoulders,
exposing Alois in every way possible. Alois can feel. Alois can feel everything
down to Claude's deep exhales against his hole to how tight Claude's grip is
just above his knees. The boy will no doubt bruise tomorrow but Alois finds
that he does not care. He is more than willing to take anything to remember
this strange dark man by.
Claude's eyes, an unsettling tawny golden color, meet Alois'. There is the
smallest hint of a smirk on Claude's face before the older man is pressing a
kiss to Alois' knee. The boy's throat becomes dry at what happens next.
Claude's lips press tenderly against the pale soft skin that is Alois' inner
thigh, working their way in towards the boy's entrance. Then, when Alois' fists
are clenched tight in the sheets, Claude's mouth presses a kiss against Alois'
most sensitive area. The boy gasps in shocked pleasure and Claude's mouth
presses another kiss again, this time accompanied by a slight poking.
"Oh fecks!" Alois curses as the boy realizes that the poking is in fact coming
from Claude's tongue. Alois has never been exposed to such a thing and he
tosses his head wildly on the pillow as Claude enters him deeper.
Claude hums softly as he takes in Alois' sweet scent and the even sweeter taste
that is the boy. There is no sign of the man's from earlier seed inside the
boy. His tongue probes against the resisting ring of muscles before Claude is
fully inside of Alois. The blonde can only toss his head back and moan like the
little whore he is. Claude, as Alois soon discovers, is quite skilled with his
tongue. One simple deep suck and a flick of his tongue later, Claude has found
Alois' pleasure point.
"Fecks! Oh Claude! Claude!" Alois cries as the man continues to lick him out.
One of Claude's fingers enters the boy as well to help open him up. Soon both
the man's tongue and finger join together in a group effort to press against
Alois' prostate. The sensation has young Alois moaning as the boy's hips canter
upwards to seek friction.
"Alois." Claude frowns, removing his tongue from the boy although his finger
remains inside. "Calm yourself."
"Oh. Oh." Alois returns weakly, "It feels so 'ood. Why 'id you stop?"
"Had I continued you have come far too soon for my liking." Claude's tone has
Alois laughing weakly.
"What 're you talking 'bout?" Claude frowns at Alois' leaking member and the
boy picks up his head from the pillow to stare down at himself.
"Oh." Is Alois' simple reply.
"Did you let that other man inside of you?" Claude shifts topics and Alois
stares at him in confusion. "Your other customer from before? Did you let him
inside of you?"
"Mr. Blight?" Alois pants, sitting himself up on his elbows. Claude's finger
crooks inside of the blonde and Alois moans weakly. "N-no. Mr. Blight likes it
'hen I just suck 'im off."
"Have you ever been taken by a real man, Alois?" Claude's eyes flicker down the
length of the boy's body and Alois trembles. Another finger is added and Alois'
body greedily accepts it. The blonde contemplates his answers. Sure, Alois had
slept with men from the village before. But somehow Alois gets the hidden
meaning behind Claude's words. Claude is unlike any man that Alois has ever
encountered before. Claude does not simply take like Alois' other clients do
but rather has given in return. Alois makes his decision.
"No." Alois shakes his head smiling. "I've n'ver been taken by a real man
'fore."
The answer had Claude's eyes flashing and then young Alois finds himself being
knocked backwards onto the bed. The boy can gasp as Claude takes him rather
aggressively and as Claude's hands move to pin Alois down by his shoulders.
Then the man's hips are rocking backwards, mattress squeaking beneath them,
before he is slamming forward into the tightness that is Alois.
"Oh fecks!" Alois' voice breaks as Claude hits his spot dead-on within the
first thrust. Alois can feel Claude's member inside of him and Claude is,
without a doubt, the most impressive man that Alois has ever been with. Claude
is wide enough to fill Alois to contentment but agile enough to be able to move
around comfortably inside of him.
Alois' arms come to wrap themselves around Claude's neck and pull the older man
close as their bodies meet in searing pleasure. Claude feels magnificent
against Alois' body, muscles in all of the right places. Beads of sweat now run
down Claude's back and have left Alois' fringe matted against his forehead.
None of that matters now though all that matters is Claude. All that matters is
Claude and his member pounding into Alois at an alarming pace.
The mattress squeaks beneath the pair, the force of their coupling rocking the
bed frame against the wall. Claude's face is pressed against Alois' cheeks as
he sucks on the junction of the boy's neck and shoulder with hungry lips. The
man is biting down and breaking skin, marking Alois as his own. The blonde can
only cry out in small fits of pain with each painful bite.
"Claude!" Alois' voice comes out high and airy. "Claude! Oh Claude!"
"Hmm… Alois." Claude returns, teeth gritted in concentration. The boy tosses
his head to the side once more as Claude lands a particularly powerful thrust
right against his spot. The poor lubricant of spit is now wearing thin and the
friction of their coupling burns slightly. Alois has had far worse though so he
only encourages Claude on with his cries.
"Claude! Oh please! Yes! Yes!" Alois whimpers, fingers tensing against the
soldier's shoulders. Claude's face pulls back slightly, landing their bodies at
a new angle, and stares Alois directly in the face.
"Come for me." Claude commands and Alois chokes, literally chokes, as he comes
undone. The boy's legs kick out feebly with the intensity of his orgasm that
has Alois arching into Claude's frame and gripping onto him for dear life.
The boy's pleasure shoots out and spreads between their equally sweaty bodies
but Claude is not done with Alois next. The man grabs Alois' legs and throws
them over his shoulder at such an angle that the boy hisses in pain. Then
Claude is thrusting into him, Alois' knees now by his head, as the man's
thrusts become erratic.
"Shit." Claude swears as grabs at Alois and drives into him at full force. The
bed frame is now slamming against the wall violently now for the entire house
to hear as Alois screams from the over stimulation. It is just all too much.
"Oh Claude!" Alois whimpers, eyes squeezed shut. The pathetic noise is enough
to send the older man over the edge. Claude lifts Alois' hips and fills him the
brim with his orgasm. The soldier's shoulders tremble in a brief moment of
weakness and Alois simply lies there, wide eyed, as he feels Claude's release
against his prostate.
"Ugh." Claude grunts as he pulls free from the boy. The dark haired soldier
collapses on the bed besides the blonde as a silence fills the room. Labored
breaths meet ringing ears as two sweaty bodies lie together.
"That…" Alois pants out of breath, "Was amazing."
"I didn't…" Claude trails off, struggling to even out his breathing. "I didn't
hurt you did I?"
"No." Alois smiles, "Everything was perfect."
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When Alois awakes again, he is alone in his room. The boy's eyes scan the area
for any sign that the soldier is still in the whorehouse but Claude's uniform
as well as his boots are gone.
"C-Claude?" Alois calls, both angry and scared. It was not expected for a
customer to stay the night but Alois could not help but feel hurt. The boy
truly thought what he had with the soldier last night was special.
"Fecks." Alois curses, pulling on his red kimono before sprinting down the
stairs. When Alois reaches the kitchen he is met with the angry glares of the
whores. The blonde shifts uneasily from foot to foot as he feels all the girl's
anger directed towards him.
"Oh Alois! Good morning darling!" Madame Ratignolle smiles.
"Good morning Madame." Alois says. He pauses for a minute, looking around at
the angry faces of the other girls, before speaking again. "Madame at what time
did Claude Faustus leave?"
"He left before dawn this morning. Said something about his cavalry being on
the move. Left a note for you though." Madame says with a shrug and suddenly
the other girls' glares make sense.
"A note?" Alois tilts his head to the side. He takes the plain white paper that
Madame hands him and looks it over. Neat black writing spells out Alois' name
and he flushes with color.
Alois takes a deep breath before he opens the note.
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