Outside the Normal Order

Written by SchiffThomas and Co Written by Anonymus

Clopin Trouillefou walked through the silent streets of Paris. Night had fallen hours ago and he knew he should go home. But he knew his father would be there. He knew what was waiting for him. Ever since his mother passed away his father had started drinking.

People had started leaving the court because of his behavior. The ones that stayed did so because of Clopin. They didn't want to leave a thirteen year old boy alone with their drunken king.

Clopin paused and leaned back against the stone wall, resting his head against it. He sighed and ran his hands through his black hair. He leaned forward, his bangs falling over his face.

Clopin wondered simultaneously if there were some way he could get rid of his father and still forgive himself, and if he knew of a place to stay the night that wasn't home.

Clopin looked around the alley and once again made his way through it.

As he left, he stepped into the path of a middle-aged man. The man was certianly well-off, high enough rank to be comfortable all year, while still aggravated constantly by the weight of those above him.

"Who in the world are you, out at this hour?" the man asked indignantly. Only the desperate and those who had the misfortune of having to incarcerate the desperate were out at this hour.

Clopin didn't answer the man as he moved around him. He knew not to talk to people above him, it would do nothing but get him in trouble.

"I asked you what you're doing out on the streets!" the man yelled.

It was time to lie. Clopin had been doing that a lot, to himself, to his friends, for money. Might as well be consistent.

"I'm sorry, I've been rather melancholy as of late," he replied. "I was part of a traveling band of performers, but we were robbed. They killed my people and I ran away. I have no money, no company, and no shelter."

Clopin turned to the man fake tears in his eyes. "I come from Spain. In hopes to find a better life here. To find nothing but pain."

Though he already had met with man travelers from a variety of different cultures and origins, the man had neither heard of nor experienced any problems with those coming into Paris, save for the occasional story of a drunken hassle with an innkeeper. Besides, he had never gone beyond the city, let alone the country. What tales the man could tell, of knights and ladies and moors and berbers.

"If you are the least bit inclined, I can offer you a room," the man said to Clopin.

Clopin was just turning away when the man spoke. He paused and turned back to him.

"What is it you want in turn?" He asked.

"Either Spain is very different form Paris, or you have been on the road far too long. No one expects more than polite courtesy in exchange for hospitality."

"You don't get out much do you?" Clopin asked. "Everyone wants something."

"You have been on the road too long," the man said, laughing. "All I want is a polite conversation, and if you're short on that, then the offer still stands."

"Seeing as how I have no other option." Clopin said. "I shall take you up on your offer."

***

The man's house was sparsely furnished, though what he did own was lavish. The dishes, the silver, and the table and chairs were all intricately decorated well kept.

The man treated Clopin to a light dinner, too shy or lacking any actual topic for the conversation he said he wished to have.

Clopin picked at his food taking small bites of it every once in a while. He didn't take his eyes off of the man in front of him. He didn't trust him as far as he could throw him. Which at Clopin's size probably wasn't far.

"So, what do you do here in Paris?" Clopin thought. It was strategic to have allies when in a position like his, and the best way to do that is to figure out how best to exchange favors, especially if that means looking in a different direction.

"I'm a bailli." Frollo said.

"Relegious man?" Clopin asked very unamused but trying to sound interested.

"I assist the Minister of justice and judges," the man answered. "I bring in men for small crimes, men who'd only spend time in jail before court. Nothing exciting like criminals destined for interrogation or the gallows."

Clopin felt a shiver run down his spine at the thought of the gallows. He had seen a few of his friends hung before and the mere thought of it chilled him to the bone.

"I see."

"You seem upset," the man said.

Clopin looked up at him trying to think of an excuse. "Well... my parents where just killed. Along with a lot of my friends. I don't really have anything to be happy about." He lied.

"Understandable. I still mourn my family." Frollo said. Clopin looked up curiously.

"What happened to them?" He asked taking another bite of his food.

"Sicknes took my parents, a sister died in childbirth... I've not seen my brother in years and I assume he was killed by the vagrants he was frequently with."

Clopin didn't say anything for a few moments before he spoke again. "At least you didn't see your parents slaughtered like dogs." He said. "Any my little cousin... didn't even stand a chance." He said fake tears springing to his eyes.

"Was the attack close to Paris?"

"Just outside." Clopin said. "The man who did it resides in Paris though."

"If you can I identify him, my superiors can bring him to justice."

Clopin thought a moment before he mentally smiled to himself. "His name is Vernon Trouillefou. I heard his men talking about him before I ran."

"He's a wanted man in this city," the man said. "My superiors have been looking for him for several years."

Clopin debated weather or not he wanted to go through with the thought that was running through his head. "I can lure him out to you." He said. "I can get him right where you'd want him. No escaping."

The man raised an eyebrow. This could definitely make him a favorite of his superiors and grant him a better job later on. "Could you now?"

"Think about it." Clopin said. "He's going to be mad that I got away. He's going to want to come after me. I can bring him to you."

"I meant why?" the man said. "If you can lure him, why don't you think you can take care of him."

Clopin looked down at himself. "Do you honestly think I'd be able to fight him off?" Clopin asked. "Even if I had the element of surprise I'd still lose. I want revenge for killing my family but I don't have a death wish."

"Then I beleive the law of Paris will be thanking you."

"If you get rid of him for me. I'll do what ever you want." He said. "I'd give anything to see him get what he deserves."

"I thought you said you had nothing of value to give"

Clopin thought a moment. He was right. What did he have to give him. "Well... the only thing I really have is..." Clopin paused. He only had one thing left that was of any value. He decided to throw it on the table. He knew the man wouldn't take it. "My virginity." He said shyly.

"I must admit, that is something I've never had. And I am intrigued by it."

Clopin almost choked on his food at Frollo's response he hadn't expected it. "You... I mean..." Clopin didn't know what to say.

"A trustworthy man does not offer what he won't hand over," the man corrected Clopin.

"I never said I wasn't." Clopin said. Was he really this desperate to be rid of his father. "I'd never offer something I wasn't willing to give." He said his hand shaking slightly.

"Perhaps you should rest on the decision," the man offered.

Clopin paused. "Oui." He said.

"Then let me lead yo to your room, unless you're the type of man who takes something form others and denies it," the man said, offering him a slim, pale hand.

"I don't steal if that's what you're implying." Clopin said standing up without the mans help. "I'm a performer not a petty thief."

"Well then, if you are a trustworthy man, then you'll either prove it by tomorrow morning or you'll pay for the consequences. I must apologize if I am too weary, I am part of the law of Paris, and the lonely nights get to me," the man said.

Clopin wasn't sure if he felt better or worse.

"Can I just.... Can I think about it?" He asked.

"Of course. Think about everything as much as you want. By the way, my name is Claude. What would yours be?" the man replied, wandering off down the hall, waiting for Clopin to follow.

"Clopin." He said before mentally kicking himself. He should have lied about that too.

Claude gestured to a room he had arrived at. "If you need anything, please call upon the servants. If there is any emergency, I am across the hallway."

Clopin nodded. "Thank you." He said going into the room and gently closing the door. He leaned against the hard wood and sighed. Was he really willing to go through with this. How far would the man take this?

"You have nothing to fear, whatsoever. If anything concerns you, I'll be in my own room," Claude said, turning to leave.

Clopin slid down the door hugging his knees to his chest. He thought back to all the beatings, the abuse he took from his father. All the times he had been spat on and put down. But did he really want to do this? Clopin sighed and stood back up.

He slowly opened to door and moved to the door across from his. He paused once again not really wanting to do this but... if it got rid of his father... for good.

Clopin grabbed the doorknob and pushed the door open. He then stood in the doorway, having no clue what to say and watched Claude, who was interrupted in the middle of taking off his tunic, staring at him equally clueless.

"I'm sorry I should have knocked." Clopin said turning away from him but not leaving.

"Is there something troubling you?" Claude asked, dropping his folded tunic onto the bed.

"I.... I've made up my mind." Clopin said. "If you want to accept my offer I'm willing to give it to you." He said his eyes closed. His fate was sealed.

"Then why don't you come in here and make yourself more comfortable?" Claude said. "I leave torturing to other people."

Clopin shivered again but stepped forward. He was visibly shaking now, he was so nervous about what the man would do. But he'd go through with it. "You have to promise though... you'll get rid of him....." Clopin paused. "Forever."

"Of course," Claude said, putting a hand on Clopin's shoulder, hoping to calm he boy. "I even swear to deal with him myself if I have and my superiors let him go free."

Clopin nodded and looked up at the taller man and tried to calm himself but was still shaking.

"Come now, what can I do to calm your nerves?"

'Not make me do this?' Clopin thought to himself. "I'm just... nervous about this. I've never... done something like this before."

"You have nothing to worry about. I have no intention of merely taking you. Besides," Claude leaned forward to whisper to Clopin. "I've never done this before, either."

That did nothing to calm Clopin's nerves. "What... what do you want to do to me?" He asked his voice shaking.

Claude had no idea how to answer the boy, so instead, just went forward and tested the waters by pressing his lips to Clopin's.

Clopin froze but didn't pull away. 'Well... here it is.' Clopin thought to himself.

Claude put his arm around Clopin gently and pushed at Clopin's lips with his tongue.

Clopin closed his eyes in disgust as he opened his mouth slightly.

Claude slipped his tongue into his mouth and moved his hand from Clopin's shoulder to run his fingers through his hair.

Clopin shuddered as Frollo's tongue invaded his mouth. It felt odd and a little unpleasant but bearable. He hesitantly put his hands onto Frollo's bare chest his hands still shaking.

Sensing that the boy was still shaking, Claude pulled away. "Perhaps you'd be more comfortable on the bed," he said. Realizing his faux pas, he tried again. "I won't join you until you're ready."

"I'm fine." Clopin said moving to the bed and standing in front of it.

"Are you cold, then?"

Clopin shook his head. "No... I'm fine." He looked down a moment before slowly pulling off his tunic. There was no need to delay the inevitable.

"Are you sure? I can keep you as warm as you like."

Clopin threw his tunic down on the bed. "If that's what you want." He said turning back to Claude.

"I see exactly what I want."

Clopin looked around nervously before getting onto the bed and waiting for Claude's next move.

Claude took care not to startle the boy as he sat on the edge of the bed. He slowly ran his hand along Clopin's side, careful to gently touch only with his finger tips.

Clopin calmed himself as much as possible and allowed Claude to do as he wished.

Claude continued to gently try to soothe the boy, hoping to encourage his body to seek the same pleasure he intended to give.

"What do you want me to do?" Clopin asked him.

"I want you to enjoy yourself," Claude said, his fingers tracing Clopin's young face.

"I know..." He said. "But what do you want me to do." He said putting emphasis on the last word.

"Nothing," Claude said. "Unless you want to."

"I told you I would." Clopin said getting slightly annoyed. "Do you want this or not?"

"I can tell you're not enjoying it," Claude's hand moving between Clopin's legs.

"You're not doing anything for me to enjoy." He said. "You haven't done anything."

"Then tell me what you want, that you would enjoy," CLaude said, giving a hint by gently moving his hand over the boy's crotch.

"I.... I don't know." He said quietly. He felt his body betraying him. He didn't want to be aroused by this man but he felt himself hardening slightly.

Getting the wrong signal, Claude teased more, pressing firmer against the boy's cock through his hose, stroking and petting.

Clopin closed his eyes and bit his lip as Claude's hand played over his cock through his hose.

Claude leaned closer. "Anywhere else you like to be touched?"

Clopin shook his head and moved against his hand. He was actually liking the feel of his hand on his cock.

Claude tooks his hand away, only to gently slide his hand under Clopin's hose and untie the cord.

Clopin shook again as he watched Claude pull his hose down slightly to reveal his swelling shaft.

Claude smiled at the sight, and went back to stroking the boy's cock, this time nothing between Clopin and Claude's strangely exciting touch.

Clopin moaned quietly and leaned back. He spread his legs a little bit giving the man better access to him.

Claude wrapped his hands around Clopin's shaft and vigorously jacked off the boy, enjoying his expression.

Clopin moaned and moved against his hand. "That feels good." Clopin said.

"I know what will feel even better," Claude said. He bent down, gently putting his mouth over Clopin's erect cock as much as he could, and licked the tip.

Clopin closed his eyes and tensed in a silent scream of pleasure. "Claude..." He moaned. "I'm.... I'm going to.... ung...."

Claude began sucking on the boy's cock.

Clopin moaned again. "Claude... don't..... stop...." Though whether he was telling Claude to stop or not neither knew.

Claude continued to suck, a hand finding its way to tickle the boy below his testicles.

Clopin twitched slightly before he tensed his body wracked with pleasure as he came.

Claude slowly pulled away form the boy's shrinking cock and discreetly dabbed the sides of his mouth.

Clopin's face turned bright red in embarrassment and he pulled away from Claude. "I'm sorry... I-I-..." He didn't know what to say.

"For people who make it their business to entertain, they certainly taught you nothing of how to entertain yourself." Claude said, chuckling.

Clopin's face turned even redder and looked away from him.

Claude put a hand on the boy's shoulder and pulled him up. "It means you enjoyed that. Immensely. That's all."

"I shouldn't have." Clopin said quietly that it was barely audible.

"And why not?"

"This wasn't part of the deal." Clopin said quietly. "I'm not supposed to enjoy this."

"But that's what I wanted, for both of us to enjoy this."

Clopin sighed and laid back on the bed. "Alright." He said looking at Frollo silently asking him what he wanted next.

"I did mean for BOTH of us to enjoy this," Claude said.

Clopin sat back up. "What do you want me to do?" He asked.

"Exactly what I did," Claude answered, too quickly for Clopin's liking.

Clopin shivered and looked down at the slight budge in Claude's hose. "I... I can't..." He said.

"I hardly think it's fair, then. I entertain you to the fullest and you refuse to even touch me."

"I-I..." Clopin stared at him his breathing began to pick up. He felt trapped.

"It won't hurt you."

"I know..." Clopin said his breathing slightly evening a bit but still too loud in his ears. "I just..."

"Calm down, you'll be perfectly safe from this day forward, remember that."

Clopin nodded biting his lip. He moved a bit closer to Claude but didn't make a move for his hose.

Now that the boy was willing, Claude unfastened his own hose and pushed them down his leg, already slightly excited in anticipation.

Clopin reached forward and touched him with a shaky hand. "What do I do?" He asked.

"Exactly what I did," Claude repeated.

Clopin shakily gripped Claude's cock lightly pulling up and stroking him back down again.

Claude leaned back slightly, bracing himself with his hands. "Keep going."

Clopin tried to stop his hand from shaking as he stroked Claudes cock his grip tightening a little bit.

"Very enjoyable," Claude said, savoring the feeling.

Clopin wanted to pull away but knew that if he did that everything that had happened so far would have been for nothing. He picked up the speed of his strokes hoping that the man before him wouldn't make him put it in his mouth. If he could satisfy him this way.

Claude spread his legs, begging for the boy to do more.

Clopin bit his lip as he rubbed his thumb over the slit of Claude's cock. He moved his hands over his soft sac before moving back to his shaft again.

"Use your mouth," Claude whispered.

Clopin looked up at him a moment his eyes meeting CLaude's. He swallowed and stroked him a few more times. He hesitated.

"I thought you said you were willing to give this to me."

"I..." Clopin wanted to argue. Tell the man he didn't mean this. Not like this... but he held his tongue. He pushed his hand down to the base and leaned forward licking under his cock with the tip of his tongue.

Claude let out a sharp gasp of wonder and delight.

Clopin pulled back a moment. He really didn't want to do this but what choice did he have? He closed his eyes and took the cock into his mouth. As soon as it entered he regretted it. It tasted awful. He suppressed a gag and felt like he was going to throw up but kept to a steady pace.

Claude let out a long moan, this being his own first time as well. The feel of the small, hot mouth sent a surge of pleasure throughout hi body. He never wanted the sensation to end. "Don't stop," he pleaded. "Keep going."

Clopin pulled up a moment. "Don't cum in my mouth." Clopin said. If he had to do this the last thing he wanted was the man to cum in his mouth. He took Claude's cock back into his mouth and moved farther down, feeling the head hit the back of his throat. He hummed against his cock wanting this to be over with as soon as possible.

"I won't, I promise," Claude whispered, barely managing his sentence as he was distracted by the sheer pleasure of how well such an amateur made him feel.

'Good.' Clopin thought. 'At least that's a plus.' He curled his tongue around him and sucked back licking the tip before taking him back into his mouth again.

Claude began to moan loudly, bucking his hips into Clopin's mouth.

Clopin pulled back slightly as he started to gag on the mans cock. He loosened his throat and took him in as far as he could.

Suddenly, Claude began to scream wordlessly and Clopin knew the man was coming. The boy pulled back, but the man grabbed his head in the thoes of pleasure and his face was hit with some of the hot, sticky, white liquid.

Clopin groaned as the white fluid hit his face and struggled against the man as his cock was forced back into his mouth. He put his hands on the bed trying to pull away as the mans appendage choked him the fluid flowing down his throat but it was no use. He shook, his face turning red from lack of air.

Finally, Claude was spent and he released Clopin.

Clopin fell backwards onto the bed coughing as he tried to get air back into his lungs. He had no choice but to swallow the fluid in his mouth. "You.... you lied to me!" Clopin coughed moving away from him.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it," Claude said apologetically.

Clopin sat on the bed and hugged his knees to his chest not looking at Claude.

"Here, you have this room, I'll take the guest room. Nervous though you are, you are trustworthy. Again, if you need anything, call upon me or my servants; I won't expect a thing like this from you again." With that, Claude stood up and fastened his hose.

He grabbed his shirt and headed to the door.

He stopped, just as his hand was on the knob and walked back over to Clopin.

Clopin inched away from the man even though he said he wouldn't do anything to him. What he had done frightened him more than Clopin would have liked to admit.

Claude picked up the edges of the thick blankets. He planted a kiss on Clopin's forehead before wrapping the boy in them.

"Goodnight," Claude said, and finally left.

Clopin threw off the blanket and paused. He picked it up and cleaned himself off with it before throwing it on the ground. He grabbed his clothes and put it back on. He didn't bother staying on the bed. He curled up in the corner on the floor. He stayed awake for many hours, long enough for the short candle on the table to go out on it's own and still he could not.... would not.... allow himself to fall asleep in this mans home.

As strong as his willpower was, it was no match for the exhaustion that his bargain had brought him.

-The End-