Maxim swallowed and obeyed his master following obediently. He had not forgotten what the old master said yesterday. He was well aware of what this man was doing, he was not confused or misunderstanding, yet as the yang man slowly removed his shirt threw it on the floor, and leaned on the sink making a show of his every move. <have you gone silly already > The blond hair fell around his translucent skin as he tilted his head slowly to the side and smirked < had you gone silly already? Don’t you know how to serve your master? > Maxim's face didn't show any change or stress. He was a slave, he knew his to control his expressions and reactions but he could not control his beating heart which was struggling to jump out of his ribs.
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Slowly the servant took a towel, felled a basin with warm water, twisted the dump towel skillfully, and approached him. Gilbert Glanced at the old butler who was still standing by the dining table waiting for his answer in regards to the letter. The servant girl was trembling beside him peeking at him. He had deliberately picked this spot to be visible. A warm feeling on his skin made him jump and turn back to the man in front of him. His new attendant had his face down his bangs covering his eyes as he slowly and carefully held his his hand and wiped his fingers.
His hands were warm …
Gilbert stared at the man who was working diligently to get rid of the stubborn paint off his hands and nails.
He had planned to bring back this man to paint, to put him to work somewhere in the stables or the kitchen, to ask him to be his model from time to time. He had never imagined making him his attendant, oh well he had his back to him, so that doesn’t count as bathing an infant of him.
Gilbert hated anyone touching him he felt repulsed by others' eyes and touches. Josephine was the only one he felt warm toward and welcomed her touches, presence, and looks.
Gilbert felt a bit guilty. He knew he was using this man and maybe pushing the boundary.
< here .. > he pulled his hands and pointed to his collar < don’t you see the paint on my neck and face? >
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Maxim felt he may have had a heart attack. The way this beautiful man smirked and ran his slender finger on his neck reminded him of the name of a demon he once read about.
succubus .. a sex demon that seduced poor souls and devoted them
Maxim squeezed the dump towel in his hand and reached up
< no .. the towel is too ruff .. use your hands .. > and the seducing demon laughed < not like you haven’t touched me before !>
Anyone hearing these words would believe them, Maxim himself felt his hands tremble as he reached out. He is going to touch him .. he had been imagining how it would feel like and now he will touch this beautiful being that emerged from a dream.
As his fingertip touched the pale neck he noticed sweat beads rolling down, Maxim's eyes traveled down to his master's face, and behind the smirk was terror …
He was scared.
Maxim glanced to the side and walked a bit closer hiding his hands in the blond hair.
The hand hovered on the skin and made a motion of circling as if he was cleaning the skin.
He didn't touch him.
Maxim may have a lustful shout, he may fantasize about beauties.
But he was no monster.
He would never hurt someone the way sister Lily was hurt.
—
he regretted it, he regretted these words as soon as they escaped his mouth. Gibert steadied his heart and waited for the warm touch on his neck but it never came. The hand was slowly hovering up and down giving the illusion of actually caressing the skin.
Oh ..
Gilbert breathed out. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
This big guy was so smart.
He smiled and looked warmly at his servant.
He never explained anything, he didn't have time to think things through and plan anything. He was aware that he was the one taking advantage of a servant.
Yet, this man was so aware of what was going on around him.
He could have played the fool and taken advantage of the situation as well, he was smart enough to know that his master needed him now.
Gilbert smiled and whispered < thank you .. >
The hand froze but then continued the act as it slid down suggestively, still not touching the skin.
< goddess above! > Gilbert sighed dramatically as he looked to the Buttler < Fine! I will read the damn letter and write a proper answer! Now get out !! >
As the order came the butler bowed deeply and walked out followed by the blushing maid.
—
The door was closed gently. As soon as the click was Hurd Maxim took a few fast steps away and bowed his head waiting for orders.
Since ..
For for long second nothing happened and when he looked up the yang lord was looking away his hand gently messaging the spot that Maxim was pretending to clean. A faint blush was spread to his ears.
Maxim opened his mouth and took a deep breath.
This job was going to test his willpower, he was sure.
—-
His heart was pounding so loud yet his face was neutral. Years in servitude taught Maxim how to keep a poker face. He stared at the young man who was inches away from him earlier avoiding his gaze and just sitting to eat.
< sit.. eat .. > came the order in a soft voice that made Maxim's ears itchy. He obeyed and took the fork to eat the luxurious meal. He had always dreamed of eating these types of fancy deaches, yet somehow his gaze would travel to that mouth chewing the food. When the tang came out sometimes to lick the pink full lips Maxim would hold his breath praying his heart drums weren’t so loud the lord would hear.
He had to admit. He was lustful for this man.
—-
Gilbert was nervous, he had never allowed anyone to be so close to his person before. He felt fear, disgust, and …. memories come back to him making him feel sick to his stomach. He looked up to his new servant. The man was smart enough not to touch him earlier. He may be more useful than he anticipated.
< you will follow my lead > he stated deciding to keep going with this play. It may be his best shot. He kept his eyes on the food not wanting to see the expression on the other's face. < from now on .. you will play the role of my lover.. I know this was not the deal .. > he hesitated and took a deep breath. Gilbert knows that he as a noble in this kingdom could force commoners to do his bedding and nothing would stop him but he knows how it feels to be forced.
< I will double your salary> he looked up with a steady voice as he continued.
The man in front of him was looking at him and then pointed at the food. Gilbert was confused < the food? > the man noted and pointed to himself< oh! Oh! Yes! Of course, as my lover, you would eat the finest meals!>
Gilbert was a bit stunned as he saw Maxim smile. It was so faint and subtle, but it made his whole person brighten. He took a deep breath as Maxim nodded in agreement.
Food huh .. he should reward the chef...
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Maxim could see how the tension drained from the other man's shoulder and how relaxed he became after getting his approval. He then knew he had made the right choice in adding food as his own condition to make the deal seem equivalent to his lord.
He was a bit perplexed as to why he even needed his servant, approval. This nobleman had bought him. Maxim felt satisfied but anxious at the same time .. he liked his new master … respected him for surviving hell and appreciated his generosity and fairness … yet .. he wanted to throw him on the bed, tear off that fine silk, and ravine him leaving red and blue marks all over that beautiful skin…
This new .. position as the master, unfortunately FAKE lover will be the death of him.
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