Glasses
Stares. Gasps. Euphoria—it all happened on account of my interest with Claude's annoying glasses. Alois/Claude

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Stares. Gasps. Euphoria—it all happened on account of my interest with Claude's annoying glasses. Just a few hours ago…

I scrutinized the black-haired, black-clad, golden-eyed demon butler closely, watching his every single movement with vehement interest. He stayed still… refined… boring… That was, until, he swiftly raised a single arm to adjust his spectacles, which have slightly fallen down the bridge of his nose. He then went back to his normal, rigid posture, as if nothing has happened. I continued staring, an eyebrow raising itself curiously.

I never paid too much attention to his glasses. But, now that I think about it, it seemed that they would always find a way down his face. I do not see how anyone could stand such an annoying thing. Rather than readjusting them every so often, why not buy a new pair that will actually stay put? That would save him from further irritancies concerning his glasses in the future.

Thus, that led me to suggesting to him, "Claude, you are in need of new glasses." Rather, it sounded more like a command, as Claude dropped to a knee and said a simple, "Yes, your highness," before returning to his usual demeanor. I heaved out a short sigh but proceeded to dragging him to a store that sold spectacles and only that.

Once inside the store, I was completely awe-struck with all the different and intricate designs of various glasses. However, as I know all too well, Claude will definitely pick out a rather boring pair, and we will be on our way back to the manor, bored out of my mind. That did not seem like the case, though, when Claude took a short glance around the store. Then, he breathed out, "Your highness… Which pair would suit me best?"

I was surprised… shocked… completely taken aback at his question. But, I was more or less filled with joy with the interesting turn; I flashed a toothy grin towards his direction and grasped his wrist, dragging him to a mirror. He stood there, firm and rigid yet again, but he seemed to be a little more laid back. I smiled.

In but a few short minutes, I went back to him, producing a wide variety of glasses—all of different shapes and sizes. They fell onto the counter in front of him, and I smiled mischievously at my demon butler. "Shall we try out a few, to see what best suits you, Claude?"

He simply nodded in response. I quickly progressed to removing his spectacles myself, setting them aside, out of the way of the rest. Then, I picked up a random pair and put them neatly on the black-clad butler. The result: a fit of laughter and giggles emitting from the depths of my throat.

"Claude! You look silly!"

He softly coughed into the palm of his hands and removed the glittery, sequin-infested, pink spectacles, setting them neatly aside. I giggled again, very amused with his flustered reaction.

It continued in this manner for the next few hours. Me putting on a random pair on Claude's face, me laughing and commenting at how idiotic he looked in each pair, him coughing into the palm of his hands and setting the pair aside, grieved to know that there was another silly pair to be tried on. Finding a proper pair of glasses for Claude seemed to be a rather difficult feat, much to my surprise. I suppose I was expecting this little trip to only take but a few minutes. But, I did not mind in the least, as I found this little expedition to be both amusing and hilarious.

When it finally came down to the last pair of spectacles, we realized that it was the original pair Claude had. We both looked at it and sighed as I put the pair onto Claude's face, watching as it slowly slid down the bridge of his nose. He readjusted them, as usual, earning yet another deep sigh from me.

"That was a waste of time," I enquired sadly, staring into the golden eyes of my butler. He nodded, adjusting his spectacles again. A growl subconsciously forced itself out of my mouth as I forcefully grabbed his annoying glasses off of his face. He seemed too surprise at my action, his mind probably having gone to a phase of befuddlement and shock. I, on the other hand, was suffering from a burning rage bubbling in the pit of my stomach. "Screw these fucking glasses, Claude." I tossed his glasses aside, which caused the black-clad butler to twitch ever so slightly. Though, even if my current demeanor suggested it, I was in total awe at how stunning Claude looked like without his glasses.

"Your highness…" It was a gentle and soothing whisper. A shiver crawled up my spine, but I remained dignified, holding my chin high and glaring at him intensely. His rigid posture became more stoic from my deathly glares. "Your highness…" he repeated with the same manner as before.

"Down," I commanded brutally, watching as the demon kneeled down before me. I began to skillfully wrap my hands around his cheeks, smirking at the surprised and confused look washing over his face. I smiled at him, quietly saying, "You look fucking amazing without those damn glasses, Claude." I gently bumped my forehead unto his and grinned at the mild impact. "Besides, it would be rather difficult to kiss you if they keep falling off your face, right?"

He took in a deep breathe, and I found myself doing the same. Then, in one swift moment, our lips collided, earning pleasurable moans from the both of us…. It felt as if I was in heaven, which I found quite ironic considering the fact I was kissing one hellish creature. Nonetheless, we continued we are lip-lock, earning a few stares and gasps from the other customers. That did not matter for both of us, however, as the wonderful sensations tickling our bodies droned out everything else around us….

The very next day, I noticed that Claude was wearing his same old spectacles again. I called for him, watching intently as he poured my tea in a fine china cup. However, when he came to give it to me, he removed his glasses in the process, looking at me as if expecting something.

I was confused for a moment, but when I finally realized what he was trying to tell me, my eyes widened to an unfathomable size. I snickered, then smirked, and pounced on top of my demonic butler, lustful intentions evident in both of our eyes….

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HMMM, SHOULD I CONTINUE THIS FAIL? OTL

(I wrote this in the spur of a moment as I was having trouble with another Alois/Claude one-shot… which currently has 4k words and is still not done yet. Sigh. Stupid writer's block.)

I have some theories regarding Claude's glasses.

Theory 1: Claude has glasses because he's a shinigami.

Theory 2: Claude has glasses because he really can't see.

Theory 3: Claude has glasses because he knows it makes him look sexy.

Theory 4: Claude has glasses because he's the love child of Sebastian and Will, and he takes more over Will than Sebastian.

Theory 5: Claude has glasses because he thinks it'll make him look sexier than Sebastian.

Theory 6: Claude has glasses because it will stop Alois from gouging out his eyes.

Theory 7: Claude has glasses because Claude has glasses.

Theory 8: Claude has glasses because he's a shinigami. Oh wait, I already said this, huh?

Theory 9: Claude has glasses because it makes him look sexily smart.

Theory 10: Claude has glasses because it makes for some pretty epic scenes where he throws his glasses in the air, then does something extraordinary, and somehow his glasses are able to easily fall back on his face. Woah.

Theory 11: Claude has glasses because Alois has a fetish for tall, sexy butlers wearing them.

Yeah… I think the most plausible one is theory 3. Possibly even theory 6.

Well, anyway, I'm thinking of writing something like this, except about Alois's short shorts, explaining the origin of it and all. And of course, some nice Alois/Claude fluff. :P