Lol you should remember these two from when we killed them off. This is WAYWAYWAY before they die, back towards the sort-of beginning of their relationship. I did this one by myself, but Seth is usually Abby's character and Claude is mine, hence it being all in Claude's POV. Enjoy!

WARNINGS: Language, bastard-like-behavior from Claude, sort-of-sex-scene, and Poison lyrics (by Alice Cooper.)

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Your cruel device
your blood, like ice
One look, could kill
My pain, your thrill

"Goddamnyou!" The blond snarled, slamming his fist into the wall next to the boy's head, barely missing it by only a few inches.

Seth cowered, "I-I'm sor-sorry, Cla-Claude, I-I didn'-didn't-"

"Get the fuck out, go to your fucking room, and don't you dare leave this fucking building, Seth!" Claude practically thundered, watching the boy dart off with a terrified sob.

He snarled to himself, walking over to his desk and sweeping all of the paperwork and tools he used for filling out the paperwork onto the floor. Before he knew it, red was consuming his vision and he was throwing everything he could reach against the wall, against the door, the floor, just feeling the need to break something, like how he wanted to break thelittle fuck he'd sent away minutes earlier.

When everything he could get his hands on was shattered-his chair, his desk, anything and everything he'd had on the walls (which was mostly just a few pictures of people he had hits on), as well as all of his pens, pencils, staplers, and other office supplies-he walked to the door and tore it open, not even bothering to listen to it slam harshly into the cinderblock walls of his trashed off and slam shut again. The only thing in the room that remained untouched was the pretty purple vase in the corner of the room, knocked over and pooled in water, brightly colored roses laying-also untouched-innocently on the ground.

He was still seeing red and he needed to break something else.

God damn that fucking kid…

"Go fucking clean up my office." He snarled at the first guy he recognized as his own, not even bothering to look at the obvious fear the crime lord had awakened in the man, still deep in his own thoughts.

He was so fucking angry, he didn't know what he should do with himself. His fist slammed into the wall before he had even realized that he'd thrown a punch and he barely flinched when he felt the rock break under his fist-or heard the slight crack of his bones. Flexing his hand, the blond man turned away from the hole in his cinderblock wall, hardly feeling the warm blood beginning to run from his knuckles as he made his way towards where he had ordered Seth to go.

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
Poison
I don't want to break these chains

Claude didn't even understand why he was so fucking pissed off.

The next thing he knew, he was in front of Seth's door, unlocking it with the key he always had around his neck and throwing the door open.

Before the boy inside could even react, he was on him, locking their mouths together in a deep, almost barbaric press of lips, a battle of tongue's ensuing-a battle that the nearly anorexic-looking boy lost before it had even started.

"Cl-Claude, your hand-" He tried to gasp when Claude brought his bleeding and bruising hand up to clench in his hair, only for Claude to kiss him deeply and roughly.

"Shut the fuck up." He hissed, the bleeding hand pinning the boy's wrists together, and against the wall, above his head.

"What the hell are you doing to me, Seth?" He growled against the skin of Seth's almost sickly-pale neck, before beginning to kiss along the column of white-flushed-pink flesh.

"I-I don't know wh-what-t yo-you're talk-alking abo-about, Claude-a-ah!" Seth whimpered, with so much submission, so much acceptance of his place in Claude's control, that it drove the man wild with a need for Seth.
Claude needed him, fuck he needed his mouth, needed his words and his arms around him and his wait against his side or chest when he slept.

He bit into Seth's shoulder, right on the scar-the scar that he had left, that marked Seth as his-that he'd bitten so many times before, renewing the mark over and over, showing anyone that looked that Seth belonged to him.

What was he doing to him?

Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace, on sweat

Seth screamed his name, his hands fighting briefly against Claude's hand, only wanting to bury themselves in the pale blond hair of his attacker.

"Don't fight me." He snarled, licking at the thin drops of blood that welled up from the bite mark, his hand tightening around Seth's wrists, not bothered by the blood that dropped from his knuckles, and down his arm-staining his white dress shirt.

"Never." Seth whispered against Claude's lips, hesitating for barely a second before he leaned up to kiss Claude timidly-a kiss that the man was quick to respond to.

They kissed-though it was less kissing and more a violent mash of tongue and lips and teeth-until Claude couldn't breathe, until his heart hammered hard against his ribcage and his face flushed lightly. Seth was even worse off, his lungs weak from lack of eating, sleep, and exercise.

"Claude…" he murmured softly, looking up at the man, his wide, grey eyes meeting Claude's icy blue innocently.

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 taste you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison, running through my veins
Poison
I don't want to break these chains
Poison...

"God fucking damn you, Seth…" he growled softly, dropping his wrists-now covered in blood-to attack their clothing, ripping the rags that Seth insisted on wearing from his body, then pulling his own clothes off quickly, tossing all of the now-worthless items away in favor of dragging Seth over to the bed in the room and tossing him onto it almost-almost gently.

Seth didn't complain, looking up at him innocently, tears apparent from the red rims and slightly bloodshot look of them. He'd been crying.

Claude-for what might have been the first time in his life-felt guilt.

One look, could kill
My pain, your thrill

He leaned down and kissed him deeply again, crawling in-between his pale thighs without a thought. He didn't even question it when Seth wrapped his arms around Claude's neck, pulling him down to deepen the kiss. How many people had he killed in Seth's position, pretending to submit, to lay down his pride and allow another to touch him, only the shove a knife deep into their chest as soon as they had let down their guard. Only, Seth never tried to kill him, never tried to do anything but deepen the kiss. He submitted to Claude completely, no tricks, no underhanded schemes. Just a deep need to hold Claude close, have him there-that was all Seth ever asked of him.

"Claude…" Seth whimpered softly, tilting his head as Claude's lips dipped down from his own lips to his jaw to his throat.

He didn't fight, didn't do anything, he simply lay on the comfortable bed, relaxed and ready to accept Claude however he wanted him.

Claude felt his resolve to be cruel, to make the boy beg and scream for him stop, breaking open, tearing down as he listened to the boys mewls and whimpers of pleasure as he rubbed his thighs, his fingers lightly worked the inner muscles.

"Claude!" He cried out, and Claude felt himself break under the sweet sound, felt his heart shutter and his breath hitch slightly.

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
Poison
I don't want to break these chains
Poison (Poi-son)

He shivered as he reached for and grabbed the almost empty tube of lube from the bedside table, and the next thing he knew three fingers were inside of the body under him and stretching slowly, preparing him for something bigger. Time sped up again and before he really understood it, he was slicked up and pressing into the boy, pinning Seth's wrists above his head again as he moves deep into him in one trust. He listened to the boy cry out, feeling his heart beat quicken with the noise. And then he was moving, fast, hard, deep, trying to and succeeding at making Seth scream his name, scream Claude's name with wild abandon, his tone full of sweet, sweet poison. A poison that Claude was quickly becoming addicted too.

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
Well I don't want to break these chains
Poison
Runnin' deep inside my veins
Burnin' deep inside my brain
Poison
And I don't want to break these chains

Poison

"Yes-Yes-Yes-Yes-Claude-Claude-Please!" Seth screamed, his body arching off the bed at an almost impossible angle as he tried to move with Claude's quick, rapid thrusts.

"Seth…" Claude hissed, leaning down to kiss him deeply as he suddenly released, deepening the kiss as he let go deep inside the other boy, sending him over the edge as well.

His arms went around Seth's waist without even meaning to, and suddenly he was holding the boy close to him, nuzzling his neck lightly.

"…Thank you for the flowers." He finally whispered against Seth's shoulder, eyes closing as he enjoyed the afterglow of sex with Seth-even sex as quick as the five minute fuck that had just happened.

"You're welcome." He heard Seth's voice crack softly as the younger, smaller boy wrapped his now-free arms around Claude's shoulders and kiss along his neck soothingly.

Fuck, what was this kid doing to him?
God…He might actually…

"Time for bed." He muttered, laying them both down and slowly pulling out, neither of them really caring about the mess they now laid in.

Seth cuddled to his side, purring like a kitten as he clung to Claude and fell asleep within twenty minutes.

Claude stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours but was in fact only a few minutes, before his gaze shifted to the pale, homeless orphan in his bed.

There was no fucking way…

Was there?

He groaned, reaching over to gently tuck a piece of hair behind Seth's ear.

God damn him, Claude was in love.

Poison