I've been adding to and editing old unpublished fics again. This one I wrote two years ago. I haven't read or watched Kuroshitsuji in years, but I still love the characters and find them interesting to write (especially Alois). So here's the thing.

"The queen's dog is my dog now," Alois gloated with a devouring grin, hands twitching with the desire to unwrap his gift.

Ciel Phantomhive's eyes were shut tight by ether; his arms and legs were bound by rope. He slept like an infant on his enemy's red chaise as peacefully as if it were his own bed. If Alois got what he wanted, Ciel would never see his own bed again. And why wouldn't Alois get everything he wanted now, what with Sebastian finally out of the way? Thanks to Claude, the dreaded rival butler was imprisoned in Hell or torn into a thousand bits or a pile of ash or who knows what, who cares what, as long as he was no longer hovering over Ciel's delicate shoulders. Those shoulders belonged to Alois now. So did his little hands, and soft lips, and cold eyes, and all the rest. The complete life-sized doll was all Alois's own. It was the best Christmas present anyone could ask for: a human life.

Not just any human, either. A Phantomhive. A Lord's boy—and a Lord himself. Beautiful, selfish, and excessively rich. Was there anything more powerful than owning one who had owned so many others?

"When will he wake up, Claude?" he asked. "I want to play now!"

"A few hours, at the least," his stoic butler replied. "At the most, perhaps not until tomorrow evening."

"Not fair!" he pouted, plopping carelessly next to his sleeping pet and running his fingers through raven feather hair.

"Shall I move him to a bedroom, my Lord?"

Alois's smile reappeared.

"Yes." He crossed his legs and rested his chin on a propped up fist. "I think you know which one."

His butler bowed. He moved to retrieve their prize, but his Lordship snatched his arm first.

"Doesn't my puppy need a collar?" he asked, lips pulled into a serpent's grin.

Claude nodded. "I will see to finding one, My Lord."

"Make it pretty. And expensive! Covered in jewels. This isn't any ordinary dog, Claude." He stroked his sleeping pet's hair.

Ciel was no ordinary dog indeed. He'd take quite a while to break in, but Alois was confident he could train him well. Maybe he could even teach him a few tricks.