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Your cruel device
Your blood, like ice
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
Blue eyes gazed terrified up at the golden above him. Finger reached desperately for a crisp black sleeve, one held only just out of his reach. Blond hair was a mess, and his side was tainted with the crimson color of blood. No matter how loudly he screamed, all he saw was that look of utter WANT in the eyes like a predator's before him. He knew how cold the other was, knew he wasn't worth half of what he seemed to think he was. But this was the person he loved...the one supposed to love him. Full lips parted in desperate cry for help, long fingers grasping for the air.
He had nothting, and Alois Trancy knew that when the other had tasted Ciel Phantomhive's blood, all had been lost. In his mind, old things they'd talked about. “You are...you yourself are...My Highness!” “Do you want to devour me now?” “I love you” God....He'd been such a fool, “Claude...” He whimpered softly, eyes fading, “Claude.....you love me., right?”
“I simply have a hell of a desire to devour you, Master. " He whispered softly. Even just that promise could bring him to the edge, bring him to the brink of need and loss, of desire and pain. He knew that it wasn't his fault that he fell so completely, and yet he was more than willing to take the fall for puling that dark poison further about him. Even as his eyes faded into blackness, and those golden eyes consumed his soul, Alois couldn't help the thread of love that spiked through him, a single ray of light in his darkness...
I want to love you but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison running through my veins
You're poison, I don't want to break these chains
He'd spent so much time with the dark-haired demon, needing him close. The creature was the only thing that had brought Jim Macken from that life of poverty and dirt, into a life of utter riches. He was the man who had it all now. Jim had become Alois Trancy. Everythign else was a thing of the past. Even his dreams, those words echoed in his head, like heated poison sliding into his ear, "Day into night, sugar into salt, living to dead, and dark blue into gold. Thats what makes a Trancy butler." Claude was his. He knew Claude belonged to him, and his emotions had entangled the young man in that horrific web long ago. Something about that web had him trapped though, because even if Claude had never loved him, he knew in the end that the other needed him. Or at the very least loved some part of him that still existed.
And that was the only thing that Alois had ever wanted, “You're mine, right Claude?” He watched a smirk curl those evil lips, "Master.. I will always stay by your side. Day and night, sugar and salt, living and dead, impure and pure." The words that even if untrue still gave him life. Those fingers could run through his hair, yank his head back, and cause him to scream, and he knew he would still be in love. He would still want who he wanted. The former peasant could tangibly feel the spiderwebs clinging lethally to his skin, making him moan in need. Even as he slept, they brushed over his young form like gossamer lace. Dark...sensuous. When would he feel his spider's venom running through him...?
Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace on sweat
He remembered so well the feeling of Claude's first kiss upon his lips. Hot, and cold at the same time. Freezing him as he clung to fabric that felt like the softest silk. Only the finest. He remembered being brought to the brink of destruction, only to be pullled back at the last moment, those deadly whispers sliding into his ears like slippery snakes. He meant everything to the boy. Jim Macken had died thanks to the spidery demon, had been shoved out of his head. Jim existed only as an entity of his own delirium, something clinging to the back of his mind, causing his stomach to turn, because Jim was his guilt. Jim was his horror, his shame, the thing he refused to admit existed. Jim was the creature that had made him lose himself. As Alois, he had power.
He remembered the kiss being perfection, dragging something out of him, something vital. Delight as Claude drew his very soul from his body (or so he thought), the boy was more than willing to writhe beneath his ministrations.
I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (And pins)
I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (Deep in)
I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison running through my veins
You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains
Poison
One look could kill
My pain, your thrill
I want to love you but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison running through my veins
You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains
Poison
I want to love you but I better not touch (Don't touch)
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop
I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much)
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison, yeah
I don't want to break these chains
Poison, oh no
Runnin' deep inside my veins,
Burnin' deep inside my veins
It's poison
I don't wanna break these chains
Poison
WIP
 TheWishling · Mon Apr 30, 2012 @ 09:00am · 0 Comments |
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