Literature
Child of Ours
Child Of Ours
Claude Faustus was desperately ill. As Alois Trancy stood in the bathroom doorway and smirked, the Demon glared briefly at him before vomiting again.
"I'm sorry, Claude," the young man apologized. "It's just that I've never seen you like this before... To be honest, I'm puzzled."
"The fault is mine, young master," Claude sighed, looking affectionately up at his seventeen year old mate. He wasn't sure if he was sad or proud that he had such a handsome young man for a companion. "I haven't been myself lately."
"You poor thing." Alois meant it, rubbing his back gently.
The Demon was passed out for the seventh time in two weeks, t
