And so it begins...


Summary: There was something in his tone that made you want to agree, even though you weren't sure what it is you'd just been asked to do, and you looked back at him curiously. His expression was still calm, but there was something in his eyes that hadn't been there before. "Alright then." You whispered.

Pairing: Claude Faustus/Reader


Silky architect, for insect possession.
A confection collection!
And when a prize flies into your web,
You're grinning while spinning its dizzy death…

You twirled in time to the music, letting yourself be lead around the room by the boy you were dancing with, not missing the way his gaze continued to stray away from your face and onto someone on the other side of the room from you.

"Am I so very boring that you need to look for amusement somewhere else, Master Trancy?" You asked coyly, smirking at him.

He turned those unnaturally bright azure eyes onto you, smirking right back. "Oh, no, no! I assure you that you're quite fascinating in your own right, my dear… I just want to make sure I know where everyone is, should anything untoward happen."

You arched an elegant eyebrow and feigned surprise. "And what would lead you to suspect such a thing?"

He winked. "Well, when one keeps the company of so many… Unsavory characters…" He trailed off, and you grinned at his implied meaning.

"Well then, how considerate of you to keep an eye out for us." You replied, curtsying deeply as the song came to a close and he pulled away from you.

He smiled sweetly and winked. "Who said I was doing it for everyone?"

You managed to swallow your laugh and blushed lightly on cue, making your way over to the side of the room and through the door out onto the balcony, deciding air was in order after that particular ordeal.

Sneaky, scary, wily, wary,
Looming from your woven looms.
Eyes a' beady, mouth a' greedy,
Poisoning within your ring…

You tilted your face back to look at the sky, breathing in the cool air of fall, enjoying the way the crisp breeze trailed over your bare skin and made you shiver slightly. It was a pity you had to stay inside for the ball… You would have happily danced out here in the moonlight if you had been given the chance.

You felt a hand land lightly on your lower back and jumped slightly, turning to look at the intruder, a rebuke on your tongue, but you stopped when you saw who it was.

Calm golden eyes looked at you with curiosity as Claude kept his hand on your back, the other tucked behind him. "I'm afraid you might get cold if you remain out here any longer, Madam…" He said softly, inclining his head just a little.

You blinked at him, smiling slightly. "I actually quite like this weather, but I thank you for your concern." Assuming that would be the end of it, you turned to look back out over the moonlit landscape, and shivered for an entirely different reason when warm breath swept past your ear.

"Really, Madam, I must insist."

There was something in his tone that made you want to agree, even though you weren't sure what it is you'd just been asked to do, and you looked back at him curiously.

His expression was still calm, but there was something in his eyes that hadn't been there before.

"Alright then." You whispered.

Leggies tickle, fangies trickle,
Stirring in alluring lace.
Spin your shroudie, bundle proudly,
Trapping and a' wrapping prey.

You shuddered as fingers flitted over your skin, paying special attention to every place that made you sigh softly into his shoulder. Teeth that were entirely too cold and lips that were entirely too warm traced over the places the fingers hadn't reached, and you felt like melting as the attention continued.

You struggled to make noise, but the whisper he'd pressed to your lips when you entered the dark room always resurfaced to the forefront of your mind, and you found yourself incapable of any sound other than the encouraging sighs that kept his fingers fluttering over certain sensitive patches of skin.

"You will forgive me, Madam," another hot whisper brushed past your ear, "but I find myself incapable of allowing you to return to the party…"

And you found that you could forgive him, because who could possibly find a party better than this?

Little palace of your malice,
Filigree of treachery.
Callous rapture in your capture,
Viciousness! Deliciousness!

Hallways and doorways were navigated in the dark, and hands continued to cling as you two found your way deeper into the mansion's interior, searching for a place you could be alone from prying eyes and curious party-goers who found themselves lost in the unfamiliar territory.

Claude directed you by the waist, hands holding firmly while he let his mouth keep you distracted from the world whirling past. You hardly had time to breathe, let alone think, and you found it to be a welcome distraction.

A door clicked shut behind you with finality, and you looked up into shining golden eyes.

"I think you'll find you are quite capable of complimenting or critiquing my technique as you see fit now."

You tried your voice, able to manage a soft query. "Where are we?"

"Somewhere no one is going to bother us, Madam."

Silky architect, for insect possession.
A confection collection!
And when a prize flies into your web,
You're grinning while spinning its dizzy death…


Love this song to bits. If you haven't heard it, you might wanna look it up, but that's entirely up to you. ^_^


The song "Arachnitect" belongs to: Kristen Lawrence

Black Butler and its related characters belong to: Yana Toboso