The Lion’s Den [Shisu-Chan00&Hideki](Private)

[Shisu-Chan00]

It was so weird. The lust, the passion, the need coursing through them. They shared it and instead of an ordering uncomfortable lust they were working together. Taking turns roaming over one another as if they wanted to explore everything. Ezra got more confident, knowing that by now the master wasn’t going to push him away so eagerly. Might as well enjoy it sense the booze was most likely the only reason he was being so nice and gentle. He didn’t care now as he nibbled on his masters jaw and he moved his hands down. He didn’t care now as he pulled the boxers away exposing that throbbing heat between his masters legs. He didn’t care that this man even looked at him anymore because that coldness he had had earlier was no where to be seen. The only thing Ezra could feel was warmth and the gentle caress of his masters hands on his skin. Those eyes were still intense but it was a different kind this time, not something that was…scary or demanding but wanting.

 

As he took off his shirt the judge seemed to be…awe struck by his body now. Instead of the disgusted look from their first meeting he was looking at him with…real want. He felt those arms caressing his torso sliding up and roaming over his nipples. He lightly pulled in a gasp as he felt the others fingers rubbing against them. His lips parted against his jaw and he lightly moaned against the others skin. His master never minded his nipples and he enjoyed this part. The part that his master actually liked. He was always gentle with his nipples even before this night and he always found it strange but then again he wasn’t going to complain.

 

Some satisfaction loomed over him as he heard the deep intake of air from his master as his thumb rubbed over the head of his dick seeming to catch him by surprise. He liked surprises when they came to this sort of thing. Ezra shifted closer, one hand roaming back into the others hair, which was basically a mess at the moment to pull himself harder against him. Harder against his chest so their cocks were touching one another so gently and yet sending shivers up his spine. Something like this was uncalled for if it had been earlier. His master would never have allowed it, his nether regions touching his own. Him, a filthy slave was being touched and enjoyed as if he was something more. Something better, hell he was in his masters bed and that was probably unheard of too. The exhaustion and fatigue he had felt earlier was washed away now and all he felt was the burning sensation of lust and need. His entrance twitched with need as his masters hands tightened around their cocks pushing him closer to him. Ezra couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper as his other hand left their cocks to join around the others neck.

 

As soon as the master started stroking their cocks together he felt a shiver against his skin. His body already seemed dotted with sweat and yet he couldn’t help but push his hips forward. Thrusting against that hand and the others cock for more friction. Ezra bit his bottom lip tightening his fingers on the others broad shoulders only to let another moan escape him. He wasn’t good at hiding it and he knew his master didn’t want him to anyway. The moans was basically swallowed by another kiss anyway as both of their hips slowly started to grind into one another, the friction forming pre-cum and a fire between them. His mouth was moving more than he thought and as the kiss came to a close he felt his hips shiver lightly his eyes flicking up to his master’s blue ones. Their eyes met and his breathe stopped in his throat, this man was more handsome than he remembered.

 

This gentle aura about him, this need shown a new light no his master. Instead of the hard, cold, calculating man he had first met he saw someone completely different. This man was kind, and gentle, and showering Ezra with what he wanted and needed. He couldn’t call it love but it sure felt amazing to him. It was like this new viewpoint on his master made him all the more attractive. Even the sweat percolating on the edges of his hairline had a shine to it. Those eyes were his favorite though; even when they were cold they were still his favorite. The way they drank him in like a nice bottle of whisky or the way they made sure to suck in every detail of him. It was intoxicating to be in someone’s eyes and that be all they see.

 

Then again this moment was soon shifted as he felt his body move. He couldn’t hold back a light laugh as he was pushed down onto the bed. His arms lightly sprawling over the sheets that felt like pure heaven to him. His legs parted before his master even needed to make room for the other between his legs. He reached up for his master who leaned down and pulled him into another kiss. His arms tightened around those broad shoulders and kissed him back with a heated breathe and want of his own. He shifted his body up to greet the hand that roamed over his body, arching up into the others touch as if it was the last drop of water in a desert. The kiss was intoxicating, their tongues colliding with one another and the need between the two of them. He felt hands roam between his thighs, them shivering just a little under his touch but opening even more all the same. He felt fingers rub against his entrance pulling a moan from his lips that was quickly eaten by the kiss and almost inaudible. Then again the others fingers didn’t delve into him, instead it was only a light tease which was strange to him.

 

Any other time his master would have taken the plunge right then and there not caring about the discomfort of him. This time though the kiss stopped leaving Ezra panting for air and the master turning away from him and looking for something. When he finally came back Ezra’s red cheeks got even redder. How odd that his master make comfort for him in this situation. Then again there were a lot of odd things about tonight that he wasn’t really complaining about.

 

Ezra’s eyes peered up at his master as he applied the lube to his entrance and to the first two fingers. It wasn’t soon after was he feeling those fingers prodding against him. His own fingers tightened in the expensive sheets tilting his head to the side as his eyes closed just enjoying the feeling. It wasn’t like he hadn’t just gotten fucked, it wasn’t uncomfortable it was far from it. Soft whimpers left his lips as he felt those fingers stretching him out once more.

 

It was almost as soon as they were in they were out and Ezra was peering up at his master again blushing not with embarrassment but the heat of the moment. This was so strange, he could see his masters face like it was clear as day. He wasn’t pushed into the bed, or turned around doggy style. His master was going to fuck him just like this and it didn’t seem to bother him. He shifted a little as he felt his master grab ahold of his legs moving between them. Ezra liked that sight…the mans hard body between his legs. So strong and supportive that Ezra knew he didn’t have to worry about keeping himself up cause his master would for him. Their eyes connected as the master shifted his legs over his shoulders, pulling his ass off the bed just a little.

 

He felt the tip of the masters cock against his hole pulling a light hum from him, the slaves hands already tight in the bed sheets knowing far too well that he was going to have a hard time keeping quiet. Not to his surprise he couldn’t keep in a moan as the master slowly entered him, his hands tightening even harder as he felt his lower hips shiver against the other. His muscles tightened against the cock entering him, not really out of discomfort but habit.

 

When he was situated those brown eyes opened and he peered up at his master feeling him pull back and start to move. Soft whimpers left his lips at first, their eyes stuck together like glue. It wasn’t until he started to get faster, harder, that Ezra couldn’t keep back his moans. The others cock was rubbing against his prostate causing the slave to pant for air as his moans came louder and more frequent. He wanted his arms around him, to hold onto him as he fucked him. Thankfully it was as if his master was in his thoughts because his upper body roamed down over his own kissing him. Ezra could hardly comprehend it at the moment but he kissed him back the best he could moaning into the others lips unable to help it. The growl however pulled him off guard. His arms quickly tightened around the masters neck, his nails digging into the others back as he panted against his lips. His cock between their legs was throbbing and as he felt the other seem to speed up even more he couldn’t hold back. His head leaned back breaking the kiss and leaving his neck against those lips and his back arched up into the master. His hole tightened around him hard and softened before doing it again, as if milking his master as the man under him came. His body was shivering hard under him as his master kept going the slaves finger nails digging even deeper causing red streaks on the others back without really meaning to.

 

“M-master! Cum inside…” He whispered softly against the others ear his panting coming rather hard now that he had just came splattering both of their stomachs with his cum. His tongue flicked out over the others ear before he leaned back kissing his master on his own will once more that night. His tongue sliding over his lips before he leaned back biting the masters bottom lip softly. His hips were already grinding against his master again, his cock rock solid once more ready to cum again when the master was ready. He liked this side of him, the passion between the two of them was unmistakable. He just hoped that tomorrow his master wouldn’t take it all back…

[-Hideki-]

Glover could feel, see and hear the younger man’s lust and pleasure more intensely than if he had fucked him from behind. He was looking into that heated face of the auburn haired and it was only inflaming the fire that was burning in him all the more.

While they were kissing wildly and messily his balls slapping against the other man’s arse and his dick vigorously and without mercy penetrating the lubricated hole were creating lewd noises in the room that were loud enough to make what was said on the TV in the background not hearable for him anymore. His eyes, ears and all senses were focussed on Ezra and their fucking.

 

After he had not been able to hold in a growl he felt how those arms of the servant were tightening around his neck and he felt the man’s nails digging into his flesh like they had been digging into the leather sofa in the living room as he felt the other man panting against his lips. The moment Fred increased the hardness and speed of his thrusts again, hammering onto that prostate as if it was a nail that just refused to be beat into the wall Ezra leaned back and the kiss was broken rather abruptly leaving the blond man’s tongue homeless, strings of saliva still attached to his tongue as his mouth was faced by the auburn haired man’s neck. Frederick could feel the slave’s dick throbbing like crazy against his abdomen and he reached out his hand and closed it around the hard length that screamed for attention and was pulsating so hard that it could be seen as if it was begging to ejaculate. He was doing his best to stroke the man’s cock at the same time he was pounding him and ravaging that tight little arsehole, his tongue licking over the neck that was presented to him like that.

 

The blond man started to suck on the younger one’s neck and slightly bit into it when he suddenly felt how the grip of Ezra’s muscle around his cock was getting even stronger and tighter and pleasure was shooting through him electricity making him gasp for air and moan against the wet skin of the man’s neck and even his face was twitching a little pleasure and lust written into those blue eyes. For a second he felt shame for the pleasured noise that had just escaped him but the thought was eradicated from his brain as soon as it had popped up as the intense fire of the pleasure was taking his mind over completely when the slave was milking his dick ever so eagerly as if Glover’s cum was a treasure, a reward that he wanted badly, more than everything. It made him moan deeply again when he was thrusting back in strongly, hitting that prostate good, as the other’s hole was clenching around him as if the man’s arse wanted to devour his thick veiny rod. His cock wasn’t the only thing that Ezra was clinging onto though. The shivering body under him was clinging onto his broad shoulders with all its might. Ezra’s nails were digging deep into the flesh of his neck, deep enough to scratch his skin open and to make a drop of blood run down his heated, sweaty back. He didn’t mind though. The slave could cling onto him with all his strength and power like a drowning man while he was taken over by pleasure. There was even a thought coming up that wished the man would claw himself even deeper into his flesh and would press his body even closer as if Fred was the only haven in that disgusting world.

 

With every thrust he was feeling how he got closer and closer to the edge and he was hammering into the younger man’s arse frantically now as he was craving his release, craving to orgasm. And though he had not thought it was possible Ezra’s hole tightened even more making Glover see stars when he felt that the other was about to cum. Shortly after he felt the auburn haired male’s cock erupt, shooting its load over his hand and both of their stomachs. It was arousing him more and he was already standing on the edge himself, his muscles starting to constrict already, his cock twitching and pulsating against the tight, hot walls of the other man’s insides. He heard Ezra’s husky, heated voice calling out to him telling him to cum inside of him, he felt the younger ones heated dick standing in its fully erect glory again though he had just cum and it was met with an aroused hum from the judge as both of that turned him on. When he pounded into the young man another time his thrusts had gotten incredibly hard but had lost their rhythm already. The blond man bucked up his hips and pushed into the other almost desperate to reach climax and to fill him up. His mouth twitched and he tried to suppress a growl though he didn’t succeed when he ejaculated and filled Ezra’s hole with a huge load of his seeds.

 

Immediately he leaned towards the man again though he was out of breath and gasping for air, locking their lips together again, kissing the other, his cock remaining inside the slave for a moment after he had cum. The kiss was feverish, full of lust and deep but he couldn’t keep it up for long as he needed to breathe. His heart was still racing and he was panting heavily when their lips parted and he looked into those brown eyes just taking in the sight of the servants face after they had had sex like this.

When his heart beat had calmed down again he pulled his cock out of the younger one’s hole, some of his cum dripping out of the now gaping arse. The sight made a spark run through him again but he let his heavy feeling, drunken, sweaty naked body fall onto the mattress next to the slave. Closing his eyes before he opened them again, turning his head to the side to look at the auburn haired servant thinking about how good this had felt.

 

After he had relaxed like this for a while he sat up and placed the lube back into the bedside cabinet, reaching for the remaining food the other had brought up for him and he put the plate onto the bed between them taking a piece of apple pie nodding into the direction of the food while looking at the other. “You can take some if you want.” He offered his blue eyes on his handsome slave.

[Shisu-Chan00]

He couldn’t hear anything other than his own moaning and panting in the room. Echoing off the walls and filling the air between them. The panting from his master above him, peering down into his face as he vigorously used him. However, this using was different than before. It wasn’t mean, drunken and cold. It had warmth and passion and need in it. He could feel every touch from his master like it was heat on his skin. Like a fire being held up against his skin threatening to burn it off. The attention from his master was all he had wanted, a gentle touch from him was worth it to him. Ezra before had been so angry, so upset that he didn’t want to touch him ever again. The sight of his master made him want to throw up but after the apology and after…they had talked he felt completely different. Everything felt different specially this. Their fucking wasn’t…one sided.

 

Those blue eyes focused only on him. The sound of the TV drowning behind them his masters attention not even wavering to it for a moment. The sound of their lips reconnecting in a sloppy mess, their bodies slapping together in tune with each other. It was the only thing his master was focused on and that alone turned him on more. Any other time he would have felt bad for the fingers that dug into his skin but at that moment all that mattered was staying stationary with his master. He was his anchor keeping him from falling into the abyss of pleasure and lust. He needed him, needed to hold onto him and something seemed to tell him that his master didn’t mind it that much either.

 

His master was touching placed he had never thought he would. As Ezra’s cock throbbed between them he reached between them stroking his cock only pushing the others hips further into him. Before his release it was like an extra bump to get him there. Not only that but it made him feel wanted. The masters mouth moving over his neck licking over it and showing it love only pulling goosebumps from his skin. His brain was being thrown into darkness, every thought being pushed from his mind as his body was thrown into turmoil. His release came closer and closer thanks to his master hitting his prostate harder and harder as if he wasn’t shooting his load already. Thankfully that didn’t matter to him because his body was loving it. His fingers tightening into the others shoulders, their strong structure keeping him grounded. He felt the blood on his fingers but his master didn’t seem to be angry about it.

 

Instead he seemed to suck on his neck and bite down on it shooting pleasure through him once more. He wanted every part of this man, those blue eyes only enticing his fire once more to shoot through him. He could hear his master starting to lose that…constant face of fakeness on him. He could hear gasping air from his master, could see a light twitch on his face and noticed something else in those blue eyes than the cold indifference he was so used to. Ezra was too far gone already moaning again wanting to hear his master moan with him, to break that façade he showed everyone else. When he finally came it was like magic, his hole tightened harder and harder milking his master hoping to get what he wanted from him. It seemed that the only thing his master needed was to hear his slave ask for him. After those words left his mouth his master seemed to be pounding into him harder and without real rhythm.

 

Ezra’s cock was already hard again, his hips pushing into his master feeling the need soaking into him. One of his hands shifted lightly tightening around his masters arm for support his brown eyes flicking up to him as he tried his best to please him. His bucking hips got stronger and Ezra could hardly keep his sensitive body at bay. Panting harder and faster with each thrust he just knew he was about ready again and that his master wasn’t far off either. It wasn’t even the enitial filling of his ass that made him cum. Of course that was part of it but what sent a shiver over his spine and set his body on fire was the growl that left his masters lips. Something so unheard of that he hadn’t thought it could even happen. As his maser leaned down into him he let out a loud moan cumming once more between them.

 

His moans were quickly swallowed up by the others lips, their panting breathes grabbed quickly. His fingers tightened harder against him before his hands roamed into his masters hair. As much as he wanted to keep kissing him he couldn’t he needed to breathe. His lips parted quickly air leaving his parted lips as his brown eyes looked up into those blue ones. A light blush forming over his cheeks with the way his master was looking at him. It made a light tinge of want slide into him. That moment didn’t get to last for long he felt the other pull out of him and he had to moan softly.

 

He shivered lightly feeling the cum slide out of him his fingers roaming over his thighs with a shakey feeling. His brown eyes shifted watching his master lay down onto the bed next to him. The slaves body shifted onto his stomach resting his head on his arm peering at his master. He was more than handsome now, sweat dripping from his strong jaws and his perfect body laid out on the bed. They must have sat there like that for awhile just looking at each other. It was weird, how their once professional relationship seemed so much…closer now. Sure it wasn’t but he thought it might be.

 

His master moved finally after awhile his strong arms flexing as he pushed himself off the bed to put away the lube. The tray of food was placed between them and he shifted a little resting his chin on his hand. He watched his master take a bite of his food before he smiled a little, “Thank you…I’m more tired than hungry.” He looked away a moment and smiled a little. “I was sort of hoping you would like apple pie. Its something I’m actually good at making.” He rolled his eyes and laid his head down on his arms closing his eyes for a moment with a sigh. He didn’t know what else to say, didn’t know what else to even do. Exhaustion swamped over his body, his skin chilled as the air started to sink in. Another shiver fell over him, his naked body sprawled out next to his master wanted to move closer, drink in the others warmth like it was a heating blanket. He didn’t know how much physical contact would be welcomed…maybe if just for tonight he could just...sleep with him. Tomorrow he would wake up sober and kick him out of his room and things would go back to normal but in that moment Ezra felt special. He didn’t feel like a slave, his lips still tingled with the others touch. His heart still was skipping from what had just happened. No one had ever kissed him and as his eyes opened and his brown eyes met those blue ones he had half a want to reach up and kiss him again. Not as much sexual as in…just wanted to. Then again would that be breaking their rules?

[-Hideki-]

Fred was rather hungry what was partially still from the booze and partially from the intense fucking. Hence the piece of apple pie was gone rather quickly followed up by another one. Although he was busy eating he could feel the brown eyes of his auburn haired slave on his naked, sweaty body, taking in the sight of his nakedness much like the judge had been feasting on the sight of the attractive, hot figure of the younger one’s bared body all those times. He didn’t mind to be looked at like that, having his body admired by the other man. That had been something he had not minded from the start although he had liked the embarrassment that it had caused Ezra when he had caught him naked in his bedroom as he had been about to get dressed for work.

 

The other declined the food, stating that he was feeling more tired than hungry and when the man said it Glover realised that there was a certain tiredness and exhaustion in his bones as well. It was no wonder though, after a day full of work, having sex twice, drinking too much and fighting with his slave. That alone was just as absurd as the fact that said slave was now lying on his bed next to him and he had just offered him that food he had declined. A master arguing with a slave or explaining his behaviour to a slave was certainly something unheard of.

The blond just shrugged when the other said he was not hungry and didn’t want any of the food taking another bite of it as he sure was hungry even though there was a risk that if he ate too much different stuff at the same time combined with having drunken that much that he’d throw up in the end but his mind was too occupied with other thoughts and feelings that circled around the experience he had just had that he wasn’t even thinking about his actions regarding the food now.

 

He turned his head towards the other man without moving his body much staring at Ezra when he heard the other say that he had hoped that he liked apple pie because that was something the slave was actually good at making. Fred swallowed the bite of pie down that he had just taken and in that moment he looked a little like a chameleon that had just eaten a fly while staring into the same direction without blinking. His blue eyes were focussed on the younger man and he looked at the auburn haired who laid his head onto his arms closing his eyes. The man saw a shiver overtaking the servant’s body, saw the attractive figure sprawling out next to him giving him an excellent view of the other man’s nakedness.

“I do like apple pie.” Fred answered his blue eyes still on the younger man, still not blinking much nor moving or showing any facial expression. “I like almost all kinds of fruit pies and cakes and fruits with the exception of bananas.” He added and those two sentences were already a lot of talking for him and a lot of personal information he was giving even though it was about something trivial as pie. “You really are good at making apple pie.” The blond confirmed after having sat there in silence and having just stared for another couple of seconds.

 

The longer he looked at the tired out slave and the shivering, handsome, tempting body next to him the more he got the urge to touch him. It was a weird urge though. Not sexual, nor sadistic. It was much more sensual and that was something he had never allowed himself to think about before either. Something he would have never done. But the more he thought about it the more he wanted to, the more appealing it got to touch the other and feel skin against his. He moved closer hesitantly but when he was sitting close directly next to him he was just looking at the other again, asking himself what he was even doing there and if he had lost it completely that night, showing and feeling affection for a slave.

 

The moment Ezra opened his eyes blue pierced into brown and it was obvious that Fred had put the plate elsewhere and was now sitting much closer to him, gazing at the other intensely while he was torn between giving in to the urge or to not do it. But as he saw those unusually warm eyes looking into his he got the notion that the other wanted to touch him again too and he reached out his hand letting it run up the other’s naked back slowly, then over his shoulders and arms, sensually caressing the heated sweaty skin.

[Shisu-Chan00]

Any other night Ezra would have welcomed the idea of eating with the master but he had no intention of taking the food from him. Being drunk ontop of having so much physical exertion he assumed his master was more than tired and a little hungry. He was happy that he was enjoying his apple pie and the decline to food wasn’t to be rude but rather letting his master indulge in it all he wanted without needing to share. As much as he would have thanked the idea he didn’t want to eat his own pie he made for his master. His body was sore yet not in a bad way, aching with the memory of their actions not too long ago. Fresh with the sweat and heat of their bodies that were pressed together only moments before.

 

The silence that hung between them wasn’t uncomfortable and it wasn’t even cold feeling. It was completely different than they had ever felt before. He didn’t feel like his master was angry with him, or even indifferent about him. The fact he was still sprawled out in the others bed meant something was different tonight than any other day. He could feel his masters eyes on him even as he closed his and rested his head on his arms. Relaxing his muscles against the very comfortable bed. Much more comfortable than the mattress that waited for him in his room down the hall. He could feel the itch of those cold eyes caressing his body up and down and back up again. His master stared a lot at him, at his figure, his body, his face. He stared at the things he did and the reactions he had. His master just liked to stare at him and before it bothered Ezra but now he welcomed the feeling. He knew his master was drinking in his body not for its slave nature but for the beauty and handsome look it had.

 

When the others voice rang out he couldn’t help but smile lightly. Why else would you be eating pie if you didn’t like it? Then again his master must be feeling the affects of the booze more than ever now. He still felt those eyes on him though as the man proceeded to tell him more. Things he hadn’t known until tonight like that his master liked fruits except for bananas. The fact that his master thought he was good at making apple pie made his heart flutter slightly and his stomach feel queasy. He didn’t say anything though and just waited patiently for his master to kick him out of his bedroom.

 

That order never came from his master and instead he felt the soft dip in the bed and the movement beside him. He hadn’t expected to see the master when he opened his eyes but as his brown eyes fluttered open they were met with blue ones, way closer than before. He sucked in a sort of gasp his eyes peering into those blue pools that seemed to tell him secrets his master was unknowing of. His head shifted on his arm slightly moving just a little closer to his masters warmth, thanking his sudden appearance and the warmth that came with it.

 

He assumed his master was just going to look at him, peering over his body before telling him to leave but as their eyes locked together he had no idea his master would do what he did. A tingling sensation appeared on his back and he shifted lightly only to find that the masters hand was moving up his back. Caressing his skin in a new way. His eyes flicked up to those blue ones and he looked away almost instantly. He felt nervous for some reason, that hand roaming over his skin wouldn’t be there tomorrow. Ezra shifted slightly moving his cheek against the others hand on his arm peering up at him a moment.

 

How much would his master let him do? How much could he touch him? Could he kiss him again if he wanted to? Without the bite of lust in it? His eyes roamed down the others very perfect face sliding over his lips. They were beckoning to him, as if asking him to do it again. Ezra wanted to, wanted to kiss him and make his master forget about every rule he fought to not break. One of his fingers moved out and lightly brushed against his masters wrist tilting his masters hand palm out. His lips brushed against the palm of his hand as he guided his masters hand against his cheek. A caress to his face so soft and gentle that he wanted to be stuck in this moment forever. His eyes which had been closed, enjoying the touch of the other man opened finally and peered up to him as if asking him what was next. In reality all the slave wanted to do was to curl up next to this man and call it a night.

 

All he wanted to do was to hug his waist close and sleep on his chest. That wasn’t reserved for slaves though and he felt deep down in his gut that tonight he would be sleeping alone. Tomorrow would bring his normal orders and the cold stare from his master and tonight would be like a little distant memory. His master wouldn’t remember most of it anyway thanks to the alcohol in his system and the slave would be left with one perfect night to be unable to forget. Saddness welled inside of him and his eyes shifted once more away from his master, his hopes too high to really come down anyway.

[-Hideki-]

While he was sensually caressing the attractive body of the auburn haired man he suddenly saw the slave turning his gaze away from him after having looked into his eyes before he had begun to touch him. It made him wonder why since he had seemed to want this closeness now too at least he had thought that but why was he turning away then, not looking at him anymore when his hand was roaming over the skin of his body, his back, his arse, his legs, his torso and why did he look so nervous now? Frederick wasn’t showing any sign of wanting to take him again, he also wasn’t looking displeased at all so the judge didn’t understand that reaction now and he was wondering if he should just stop this and send the other away if this was making him nervous and he was not having any of it anymore anyway. And somehow his drunken self couldn’t help but to feel disappointment at the idea that this was the case, that Ezra had enough of that and wasn’t into that sensual closeness shit after all and he had just made a huge mistake to even follow that weird urge in the first place.

 

But then he felt the slave shift and he suddenly felt the man’s cheek against his hand while he peered up into his eyes. Fred’s drunken heart skipped a beat only to nearly break out of his chest afterwards and he was letting his thumb stroke over the younger man’s cheek and while he was trying to be gentle and expressing affection what was definitely a new experience to him he could feel the servants eyes on his lips. It was weird and intense how the man was concentrating on his lips, solely on his lips. No one had ever stared at his lips or any one body part of his like that with the exception of his dick. The intense stare made him bite his lips and his thumb stopped moving as he looked at the other’s lips in return, remembering how it had felt to kiss them, to connect his own to his slave’s lips and he wanted to feel this again. He got distracted by the other taking his other hand though, brushing his lips against the palm placing that hand on the man’s other cheek.

 

Glover was now having his face between his hands and he let his other thumb stroke the cheek as well whilst lifting the auburn haired man’s face up a little, looking into those brown eyes. The blond was bending down, getting his face closer to Ezra’s, closing his eyes and connecting their lips in a kiss again. This time it was booze and apple pie rather than sausage that he tasted like and even though he got his tongue involved that was slowly and carefully dancing with the other’s it was a different feeling to this kiss than the sexual, heated kiss he had shared with the auburn haired before.

 

When he broke the kiss he was opening his eyes looking into the brown ones but the other man’s eyes were turning away averting him again and Fred was not sure but he thought that he could see sadness in the other male’s expression that he couldn’t understand. Was the kiss dissatisfying? The blond man had not insulted him this time, he had not caused him pain, so why was he looking this devastated, that sad? The blond didn’t know and his head felt too heavy and his mind too clouded by the booze for him to think about this.

 

The judge shifted and was laying himself down next to the servant, looking at him for another moment before he closed his eyes and soon after fell asleep. He was sweating in his sleep and was turning quite some times as well and he also didn’t manage to sleep through the night as he was waking up much earlier than he had to. His head was hurting like hell as if he truck had run over it and when he opened his eyes it felt like the bed and the room was spinning and he got dizzy and was feeling sick. Frederick’s gaze fell onto the slave next to him and his eyes widened what caused a spark of intense pain to shoot through his head immediately. Why the hell was that slave sleeping in his bed? The last thing he remembered clearly was them fucking on the sofa, them fighting and then making up and him watching that awful shit on TV. But when he was trying to think about what had happened then and how, trying hard to remember as he somehow doubted that even this slave was bold enough to just lay himself to sleep next to him there were fragments of what had happened between them coming back. Sure, he wasn’t remembering their chat about fruits and pie or those things but he remembered the first kiss they had shared, his first kiss ever, the intense and different sex they had had, Ezra’s expression and when he remembered how he had let out pleasured noises he felt embarrassed, shocked and he started to panic. What had he done there!? What the hell had he unleashed!? How could he have done something as reckless and careless!? How!? He couldn’t blame it on the booze alone. He was a frigging alcoholic he was drunk and even drunk until he passed out often but he had never done something as crazy as that.

 

Due to his panic he was sitting up abruptly and he felt how he gagged and the room swayed and swirled and the feeling of sickness overshadowed the shock and panic he felt at having lost control over himself and having done something unspeakable the other night and he was getting out of the bed weaveringly trying to get to the bathroom. He hastily opened the door didn’t care to close it because there was no time and when he reached the toilet he threw himself onto his knees – what was not a good idea either because they started to hurt immediately – and he was leaning over the bowl throwing up all he had eaten the night and day before. It was undignified, it was gross and it made him feel pathetic but it always did that to him as he, as master,was not supposed to hug the bloody toilet throwing up furiously his eyes getting teary automatically, his face greyish. Being a wreck, an ugly, ruined, rusted wreck! It was nothing new though. Frederick knew all kinds of hangovers and this was not the first time he was ending up like that.

[Shisu-Chan00]

Ezra was basking in the touch of the man before him. His gentle yet strong fingers rubbing against his cheeks holding him there. His body was relaxed and as much as he thought that this would all be over tomorrow he wanted to enjoy feeling like something…more than a slave for once. His eyes closed softly as his lips brushed against the mans palms feeling those fingers caress his cheek. A soft sigh left him but it wasn’t over just yet. When he opened his eyes again his masters face was coming closer, bending down to reach Ezra. A soft blush formed on the slaves cheeks as he leaned up too feeling their lips lightly press against one another. Ezra’s eyes closed and his mouth opened in a soft sigh of content letting his master’s tongue in.

 

He tasted like whiskey and apple pie but it wasn’t a bad combination. He liked it rather, sweet and warm. One of the slaves hands tightened on his masters as they kissed, feeling the warmth spread throughout his body. This wasn’t a sexual warmth but rather…a giddy flutter of his heart. His stomach bottoming out because this man…this man made him feel something no one else had ever made him feel. When the kiss broke he couldn’t help but be a little sad, their eyes connecting only making the slave turn away slightly. He knew this was only for a night and as his master kept touching him the more the realization started to set in. Tomorrow, he would be dirt again.

 

Just like that the master turned and laid down peering back to him a moment only for the slave to shift slightly and lay next to him. One hand lightly reaching out and touching the masters arm. In that moment he realized that this man could treat him anyway he wanted to and Ezra wouldn’t hate him. He would probably get angry but something in his heart didn’t think he could ever hate his master. He leaned forward after he knew the master was asleep and kissed his lips once more. “Goodnight…” His voice was soft and light and full of exhaustion.

 

After a few moments of watching his masters chest rise and fall he too closed his eyes and fell asleep.

 

Morning came in a rush of movement. Sleep was long and hard for Ezra having not slept on such a fine mattress in all his life. Not only that but two rounds of vigorous sex was also exhausting enough as it were. The slave was sprawled out next to his master, just a little bit of the sheets covering his lower half sleeping on his stomach. When the master abruptly sat up in bed and ran to the bathroom that was when his slave woke. Ezra’s eyes tightened shut a moment before he moaned softly shifting to sit up. One hand brushed the sleep from his eyes and the other held his upper body off the bed. Once his eyes were finally open and blinking the sleep away he noticed his master was gone and the bathroom was open. He could hear him getting sick in there.

 

Maybe it was how he was treated last night or something about having just woken up he got out of bed and walked sleepily to the doorway with a yawn. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?” he asked softly entering the bathroom and gently touching his masters back with his finger tips. Marks of their last nights activities written all over him. Scratch marks tinted red running down his masters muscular back that arched up every time he upchucked into the toilet. His slender nude body shivered in the morning air having thought about bringing the sheet with him but decided against it last minute. “Maybe some water?” he asked trying to be sweet. Any other time he would have known not to touch his master, not to even talk to him in such a casual way but he was so used to last night. Free rein to do whatever he wanted to do, even kiss his master whenever he wanted that he couldn’t just stop now. In any other situation he knew it would probably get him in trouble but right now, still half asleep, he didn’t really notice he was lower than this man at the moment.

[-Hideki-]

Fred wanted it to stop already. He wanted this to end and then to disinfect his body, his mouth, his insides, everything! He was disgusted, repulsed by vomiting, repulsed by the fact that he was even capable of such undignified indecency and there was that large black claw of shame that was closing around him, holding so tightly that he couldn’t breathe, that constant feelings of darkness, pain and being put into a corner that made him that angry, that made him want to degrade and shame and hate on those around him. But the more he hoped for it to end the more he had to throw up, his whole body constricting to the point it hurt, his eyes nearly popping out of their holes, his throat on fire, sweat streaming out of every pore and he suddenly felt something burn on his back when the sweat was dripping into open wounds and he remembered the sex again, how his slave had clung onto him, how the man’s nails had clawed into his flesh and how he had not minded at all. Shockingly enough when he thought about the sex and the moment he had shared with the slave the memory wasn’t unpleasant although it made him panic and scared the living shit out of him to have lost control and to have shown something of himself and been like that with another person, another man, his slave…

 

Suddenly he heard someone approach and the sound of the bare feet wasn’t from Percival whose nails made other sounds on the ground. And before he could see or do anything as he was bending over again and Ezra stood next to him and he felt a hand on his back. It made him tense up and shudder and he wanted to turn around and yell at him to piss off, to not touch him, to not look at him, to wash out his eyes with acid because he had seen him like that but instead another swell of gastric acid and the rest of his food was coming out of him. The blond man had never wanted to be seen by anyone like this in his entire life and it made him want to burn down the whole world because he couldn’t live with any evidence of this left on the planet, he couldn’t look anyone into their eyes anymore but then there still was that warm hand on his back, those fingers touching him and a voice asking him if he was okay. No he was not okay! Obviously not! Nothing would ever be okay again because he had now been seen like this by a bloody slave. And why was he touching him in such a situation in the first place!? He was gross, this was gross, didn’t that pretty boy see that? Why was he able to touch him and speak to him softly and even caring? If Glover had seen himself like that he would have kicked the shit out of himself for being disgusting trash. For being unworthy of being a Master! Unworthy of his genes, unworthy of his face! “Why?” he mumbled breathless, not understanding it, before he was puking again.

 

The touch was only causing more turmoil inside of him and he was panting and breathing heavily as if he had been about to stroke and he let his naked body sink down and leaned onto the wall, the bathroom still swaying and his head still aching as if someone was hitting it with a bloody hammer. “Why are you still here! Don’t be a waste of space slave and get that damn water will you!” he yelled at the auburn haired man but oddly enough it didn’t make him feel better to treat the other like shit. It was not pulling him up again; it was not doing anything but making him feel worse. And he didn’t understand why this was at all. Why he felt bad for yelling at the younger man, why he regretted having been like this immediately after he had barked at him this way.

 

His blue eyes were facing the ground, even as he was pulling himself up walking over to the sink his body actually swaying unlike the room that was as always. He leaned over the sink, roughly and hastily washing his face and then he grabbed his toothbrush and a shit ton of toothpaste and started to vigorously almost violently brush his teeth not noticing anything, just frantically brushing his teeth for fifteen fucking minutes before he gurgled mouthwash. But that was not enough to make the disgust disappear so he drank the frigging mouthwash to clean his throat as well.

[Shisu-Chan00]

Ezra didn’t see anything wrong with this situation. People drank then they got sick and hungover and pissy in the morning. His master had drank plenty last night, and of course it wasn’t unlike him to get sick. The slave wanted to brush the hair from the mans eyes and let him get everything he needed to out but he knew that was probably going to push it too far. The sweat didn’t bother him, the smell didn’t bother him, hell even the sound of last nights dinner and booze hitting the water in the toilet didn’t bother him. He had seen so many disgusting things in his life and this wasn’t near as bad. He himself had to do so many disgusting things in his life that throwing up after a crazy night wasn’t one of them. The slave knew he should have pulled his hand away, should have done something, anything other than just standing there touching his master. However, something inside of him wanted to comfort him. Tell him that if he needed support he was there and wasn’t going to let him fall by himself. Of course to a man like Glover this didn’t matter and the slave was just a slave and the sex was just sex. That’s all it would ever be. As he heard a rather mumbled ‘why’ slide from his master he knew that something was going to go south fast.

 

His eyebrows knitted together in confusion, his still sleepy brain unable to comprehend what had happened. That’s when it had happened, his master fell toward the wall holding himself up, the slaves hand left in the air where his master had been. Then he heard it, what he had been praying wouldn’t happen all morning. A hard wince left his body and his fingers quivered in the air where he had been touching and he pulled his hand to his chest lightly. Of course it shouldn’t be a shock, his master acting this way. It was normal, why would one night of being something other than a waste of space mean anything to someone like him? Tears welled in his eyes and he felt numb. His master walked around him turning on the water to the sink not even caring that he was standing there. He looked to him a moment and wanted to scream, yell, curse at him till his face was blue but it wouldn’t change what had happened and it wouldn’t change how his master felt about him.

 

Pain welled into his heart, his chest, his entire being and he looked to the floor. “I’ll go prepare you something to help with that incredible headache I’m sure you have. No need to come down I’ll bring it to you. Rest up master.” He bowed lightly and left the room in a rush feeling the hot tears slide down his cheeks in what felt like lava. Why was he even upset? This man didn’t owe him anything. It wasn’t like he loved him and had decided to scream at him. No, he was a slave and that’s all he would be, and the sex was just sex. He rushed to his bedroom quickly grabbing his uniform and towel before heading to the shower. He quickly cleaned himself of last night activities and put on his uniform not even letting his hair fully dry. He found his way downstairs hearing the dog at his heels ready to go outside for the morning. If he was just a slave that’s all he would be, a slave and the sex would be just that, just lust filled sex. He could take that right?

 

He quickly got some water and medication for his masters head and also a clear soda that could possibly help with his messed up stomach. Food was an option to soak up the alcohol left in his stomach but after having thrown up it would probably be a few more hours until that was possible. It had probably been 20 minutes now as he let Percival back into the house patting his head softly while juggling the drinks and medicine in his hands. He then roamed back up the steps not bothering to knock on his masters door as he set the objects on his bedside table. As much as he didn’t want to see his master at the moment it was unavoidable and he knew he would most likely be spoken to about last night and the reason for him being in his masters bed this morning.

[-Hideki-]

When he heard the slave’s voice his heart cramped in his chest and somehow it made his regret of having yelled at him in such manner worse not only that he heard the sadness in his voice and although he couldn’t see him clearly from his position he could see him shudder and he saw that the other was hurt again and he felt like he didn’t deserve this although he wasn’t sure why. He would have liked to stop him and to tell him that he had not meant to hurt him, that he regretted having said this but he didn’t, he wouldn’t because he couldn’t.

 

After the slave had been out of his bathroom for a while he finally stopped brushing his teeth and drinking mouthwash rotationally and he got under the shower. He turned on the water and threw himself at the wall supporting his body on the cold, sleek stone. Breathing heavily he let the cold water run over himself and although he was standing under the shower the sweat kept coming. Why did it have to turn out that way? Why did he have to be this reckless especially now? Now that he would be facing those pieces of garbage at work who wanted his head because he had sentenced that bloody swine to death? Why did he let his guard down for one night well knowing about the risks that came with it? And even more had happened as it seemed like he couldn’t just go back to before! Couldn’t just go back to treating the slave like Masters usually treated their slaves and he also couldn’t get a kick out of degrading and humiliating him anymore.

 

He didn’t know how long he had stood under the shower but when he got out of it he didn’t bother to dry himself nor to put on clothing he just felt tired and dizzy and wanted to lay down so he dragged his wet, dripping body out of the bathroom like this, concern in his blue eyes exhaustion on his face.

 

When he stepped into the bedroom he stopped abruptly when he saw the slave putting the plate at the bedside table. Glover stood straight and his blue eyes stared at the young man while the water that ran from his naked form was dripping onto the floor. His heart ached when he looked at that younger man with the auburn hair and those warm eyes, who had thoughtfully brought even more than he had asked him for as if he actually wanted that he felt better even after he had shouted at him in such a degrading manner.

 

This man was different. Different than any slave, any citizen and any master he had ever met before and he confused the shit out of Frederick Glover. More so, what he had done with him and how he had gotten him to think crazy things and to feel stupid stuff shocked him. Slowly he approached the other his eyebrows narrowing and his face serious and stern. He only came to a halt when he stood right infront of him, staring into his face. Fred wanted to say something but he couldn’t. He wasn’t able to. But he grabbed the man’s chin and pulled it up so that he was able to kiss him again. Kiss him passionately, feverishly and his heart was pounding like crazy and at the same time there was that heavy weight and that ache that he could feel.

 

When the kiss broke he looked back into Ezra’s brown eyes and somewhere beneath the ice of his own eyes there was pain to see. Frederick turned his gaze away and let his naked, soaking body fall onto it, his arm covering his eyes, his chest sinking and rising in a fast pace.

[Shisu-Chan00]

Ezra could hear the shower from downstairs and he knew his master was most likely trying to stop feeling gross for once. As much as he wanted to yell, to scream, to fight with his master he wouldn’t. He knew he was hurting physically and them getting in a fight would just make it worse. He had no intentions in doing that at the moment. So instead he put the things he thought his master would need on a platter and brought it upstairs. He heard the water click off as he quickly set the items down turning to leave the room before his master came in but was stopped dead in his tracks when Glover appeared in the bathroom doorway.

 

His blue eyes seemed to be just as shocked and those brown ones fell away from his. His master was soaked, soaking the floor even and he wasn’t seeming to understand just how bad it was. He felt like he was being stared at for a really long time, those blue eyes seeping into his very core. He heard the floor creak under his master as he shifted on his feet, walking to him. Ezra took a step back only to feel the chill of the night stand against his thighs behind him. Blocking an escape route. He didn’t know what he was expecting but he hadn’t expected what his master had done.

 

He just stood infront of him for a moment, those brown eyes shifting up to meet those blue ones. His mouth opened a moment but then a confused expression formed on his face and his mouth closed unable to say anything. His masters face was serious, stern even and those cold blue eyes were back. That confused look quickly turned to shock as he felt fingers against his chin tilting his face up.

 

Just like that his master kissed him, and it fet like it had the night before. It took his breath away and the slaves fingers couldn’t help but tighten into his pants trying to keep from touching his master. He kissed him back too with just as much passion as his masters kiss. Once he pulled away he peered up at his master a moment, a question forming on his lips that never got to be asked. His master turned away and fell into his bed covering his eyes with his arm. He shifted slightly and he gently touched his masters arm, his cold fingers touching the heated skin felt strange to hi mand he pulled back quickly.

 

“Master…? Is everything alright? Aside from you feeling like shit?” he asked taking a step away from his master for fear of what he would do. He was too nice, too caring and he wanted to take care of his master. Wanted to feel his forehead for the heat there and wanted to make sure he was a comforting figure. This of course wasn’t in the cards for him so instead he stayed with his hands by his side fidgeting with his clothing. He wanted to help, wanted to make him feel better but something just kept stopping him.

[-Hideki-]

Ezra had kissed him back and had returned his passion but somehow something had been different than the night before. The man had seemed tense, had clawed his fingers into his pants and not touched the blond man at all. Maybe he didn’t have a problem going back, maybe he could switch to being a normal slave again although it had seemed not to be the case in the bathroom. But Glover might have misinterpreted the reaction. It only made the stone in his stomach feel heavier and it didn’t help that the room was spinning, he couldn’t really look out of his overly sensitive eyes and his head was hurting as if someone was hitting it with a hammer. And to make worse things worse he only had four hours left until he had to be on his way to work. He would make it though and he would seem as if he wasn’t hungover at all, he always made it after all.

 

Then he suddenly felt soft fingers brushing over his arm and his heart skipped a beat as the other man was touching him again, not for long though as the touch stopped as soon as he had been able to feel it but did this surprise him? Who wanted to touch and be close to a man who was in such a pathetic state, who was sweating again after he had just showered, whose limps shivered although he felt hot and whose body smelled like a liquor store? He couldn’t stop himself from feeling disappointed though regardless of how much he thought that he shouldn’t that it was right that the man didn’t touch him and that he shouldn’t have opened the gate he had opened last night anyway.

 

The judge still covered his eyes with his arm to prevent any light from finding its way into them when he heard the voice of the auburn haired servant asking him if everything was alright. It sounded like a bad joke even when he added ‘despite feeling like shit’. How could everything be alright? And had it ever been? It probably had never been alright. He had just pretended it to be. It wasn’t alright that his attraction to fellow men could get him into labour camp, it wasn’t alright that the people in their society defended a man who had murdered two homosexual men and it wasn’t alright that in such a world Glover had let his guard down. Had destroyed the path he had laid over decades to live in this world and to safely walk around all what he wouldn’t have been able to avoid had he let anyone close and had he been able to be affectionate. The distance to everything and everyone, to actively disconnect from everything and everyone had been his life insurance and now it was like the insurance contract had caught fire.

 

He remained silent for a while and it seemed like he wouldn’t say anything until a grumbled “No” came from him and it was pure honesty. Fred wasn’t alright beyond just feeling physically sick from the effects of the alcohol he had drunken. It also had not escaped him how Ezra had made a step away from the bed when he had asked him what had made a cold shudder run over Glover’s back for some reason he didn’t understand. He really should have never let someone get this close and share something with him, especially not a slave. “Nothing is.” The man added his voice deep and grumpy.

[Shisu-Chan00]

Ezra was shocked as always, his master always throwing him for a loop. That serious look before the kiss was confusing, then the kiss itself was shocking. His master looked awful, he wanted to make him feel better, wanted to take the pain away but nothing was going to help. His master didn’t look like he wanted to be touched, didn’t look like he even wanted to be looked at. He yelled at him this morning and pushed his hand away like he was dirt once more. Why would he want to touch him again? As dumb as that was he did, his fingers brushing over his masters arm as he asked him if he was alright. Ezra caught himself too late pulling his fingers away and taking a step back from the bed. Something in him wanted to help him, wanted to show him how being cared for really looked like.

 

He could tell the light was bothering him so he shifted a little and turned off the light, his fingers lightly returning to his sides. The master stayed silent for a long while so long that Ezra moved back to the bed and was just about to crawl onto the bed and see if he was still awake when he grumbled out a ‘no’. Ezra jumped lightly and shivered at the pure…realness in his masters voice. He hadn’t really ever heard emotion in his masters voice until now. As he heard his master say ‘nothing is’ his heart sank and he couldn’t help but sigh.

 

“Master…it’ll be okay…” he shifted lightly and sat down on the bed moving his fingers trying to hide the fact they were shaking. His fingers roamed into the blonde’s hair as his thigh shifted letting the mans head lay on the skin there. Propping him up slightly as the slaves fingers ran through his hair in a soothing manner. “I know I’m not supposed to touch you freely but…if you don’t mind I would like to take care of you. You can yell at me all you want but it’ll just make the headache worse.” He stayed silent for a moment after that and gently let his fingers stall in the mans hair. “I’m…I’m also sorry I pulled away from you…I just don’t know where we stand anymore after yesterday and you know…we don’t need to talk about it now with you being…anyway yea…sorry…” he mumbled out gently resuming the calming and comforting brushing of his hair with his fingers.

 

It was such an innocent movement but he had felt bad. Though he didn’t know how far he could go before his master shut the door in his face, how far could he go before he was just a slave again? Could he touch his master like this whenever he wanted or just now? Could he kiss him whenever he liked or only when his master initiated it? Being drunk was one thing and he didn’t mind touching his master but now that he was sober, that cold look back in his eyes, it was hard to tell. He liked the way being held by Glover felt…and he wouldn’t ignore it if it happened again he just didn’t like this weird in between where he couldn’t tell if he was crossing the line or not. He just had to hope that his master wouldn’t be angry with him for wanting to care for him.

 

His eyes quickly adjusted to the blackness in the room only broken by the small slit of sun coming in from the curtains. It was a little sliver of what was really going on out in the real world outside of their hidden antics. He knew just what danger they would be in if his master realized just what situation they were in. If his master had feelings for him, in any way, he would be in trouble. Romance between a master and a slave was already unheard of but a relationship between a master and a slave that were both male was highly illegal. It frightened him just a little but he knew he would never say anything to anyone about his master. He wouldn’t dare, it would ruin both of their lives and he would gain nothing from it. His life here wasn’t awful, this man wasn’t awful, he just sometimes let his temper get to him. It was normal wasn’t it? He just hoped that everything was smooth sailing and his master would be okay with this small action of caring for him.

[-Hideki-]

He realised that the light had been turned off and it already felt better for his eye but he let them remain covered for a while longer before he slowly took it away from his eyes letting it fall onto the bed like a heavy bag of potatoes without any tension in it. The man was sprawled out on the bed and he wished that his head would be bedded in soft feathers. Instead he pressed his fingers onto his forehead, his eyes still closed.

 

A cynic snort came from him when his slave spoke telling him that it’ll be okay. What a corny phrase. How? How would it be okay? Frederick had the feeling, the notion that it was getting worse not better. That something would change in their nation but not in a good, functional way. There was a storm coming up, he had sensed it long before but now, now it was getting closer, he could already smell it and it wasn’t a nice smell. And in between all of this he had lost his control, had stepped from the safe road into the wilderness. This was at least to be called bad timing. Ezra had no idea what they were facing who could he?

 

The bed moved slightly when the slender servant was sitting down on the mattress and then he could feel the man’s hand in the blond strands of hair, caressing him in a soothing way. He felt the other shift and letting his aching head rest on his thigh, feeling the softness of the other man’s skin on his cheek. Although his heart still felt heavy it was easing him somehow, taking at least a bit of the tension away as he relaxed focussing on the feeling of the gentle hand stroking his hair and Glover’s body moved a little, placing his head on the younger one’s lap letting it rest there comfortably, his eyes closing again.

 

Another snort was coming from him followed by a dry laugh when the servant said that he knew he was not supposed to touch him freely but that he wanted to take care of him. “Do you know?” he asked him in a rather sarcastic manner. “It’s correct you are not supposed to touch me and I am not supposed to let you touch me.” The judge said. “But haven’t we crossed that line, no not only crossed it, destroyed it already, Ezra?” he asked rhetorically speaking more than he usually ever did. The judge was not bad with words, he was a judge after all, but outside of the courtroom he barely ever said more than one or two words or a sentence if he had to.

 

Fred let his hand run up the side of the auburn haired male’s body, running down again and remaining at the other’s waist after he had slightly shoved the man’s shirt up and was pressing his dry lips onto the servant’s abdomen before resting his head on the man’s lap again. “I can’t go back anymore. I tried. It’s not the same as before though.” He said his blue eyes looking up into the warm brown one’s before he closed them again staring to slightly doze off with the gentle touch on his hurting head and the comfort of the man’s lap.

[Shisu-Chan00]

Ezra knew that the light being off would be a small relief for his master, hence why he did it. Ezra wasn’t really used to having a hangover but he had many many owners who did. The fact that Glover had one didn’t shock him, people of power seemed to drink more. They had the money to buy alcohol instead of losing food on their table for it. They had more…sadness too therefore drinking was often alone and full of depressive thoughts. When Ezra first drank it was with a few boys in the slave villages they had set up, they were celebrating Ezra’s first home to a citizen. It was a huge step for many of them served one another or even lower class citizens. It was something to celebrate and the night wasn’t sad for a moment.

 

Even that night he didn’t remember waking up like this and he was rather happy that he hadn’t. As he sat down he could feel that his master had no intention of pulling away from him. It was nice, just running his fingers through that blonde mess ruining that perfect façade his master had all the time. He watched those blue eyes disappear behind his lids once more, the almost tense and hurt posture melting away just a tad. The next comment from his master was shocking though and it pulled a laugh from him that he couldn’t hide. He shook his head and sighed, “I guess you’re right sir.” He sighed gently and slid his fingers over the mans temples just memorizing his face.

 

The slave had no idea what would happen to them, he knew it wasn’t good and they wouldn’t ever be able to be anything but in either sense he wished he could. He wished they could live in a picture perfect world where homosexual relationships didn’t get the death penalty. He would most likely be sentenced to death but thanks to Glover’s position in the courts even his homosexual stance wouldn’t send him to the gallows. He would only be sentenced to labour camp, probably for the rest of his life.

 

Ezra’s thoughts were pulled away from him when he felt a hand roam down his body pulling a soft shiver from him. This man was so…strange in the way he made Ezra feel. His body tense now was electrified with his masters touch and he couldn’t help but blush from it. Such a simple, caring, and sweet gesture was reserved for him in this moment. He let out a gentle sigh as his eyes focused on his masters nodding, “I don’t…” He paused a moment and shifted slightly. “I don’t want you…to go back to how we were…” He looked away for a moment and sighed softly letting his fingers continue in his master’s hair but it was too late. His master was already dozing off and starting to get more comfortable.

 

One hand parted from his hair leaving just one set of fingers tangled there so the other could hold him up. Thanks to their position he had no back rest and was slowly starting to feel the aches from the night before creeping up on him. His eyes flicked to the clock on the wall sighing lightly, “Master…? Must you go in today?” He asked softly, his fingers sliding down over the mans jawline tracing its strong features.

 

A little part of him wanted his master to stay home so he could take care of him, another part of him wanted to protect him. Based on the words on the tv last night something wasn’t going too well in the courts. His master made a decision that many many people were upset about and were refuting. Ezra knew that this headache and hangover wasn’t going to just disappear in a few hours, he knew his master wouldn’t be willing to deal with that today. He would snap, say something he shouldn’t, do something he shouldn’t and jeopardize his job. Then again could he blame him? That little intern was an asshole and practically mocked the hearing so he wouldn’t say his masters outburst was uncalled for. Still, he worried about the blonde…even though he normally was so strong in this moment he looked so vulnerable.

[-Hideki-]

The fingers slightly brushing over his temples, the soothing manner in which the man caressed his head and face eased the pain a little or at least it made him feel better in a sense. No one had ever touched him in such a caring manner, in a way that had been meant to make the pain more bearable when he had been sick. Not even as a child. His mother had been too busy to nurse him back to health she had made sure that the doctor had been checking up on him regularly and that the slaves in their household took care of him, meaning that they would give him his medicine and food, they had not touched him, not talked to him, he had always been left there feeling like he would rot away, feeling gross and hurting all alone. The loneliness had often created the fear of dying when he had had a fever or influence when he had been really young because no one had talked to him.

 

While he was already dozing off he heard Ezra speak and the auburn haired man was saying that he didn’t want him to go back to how they were before even if he could. There was a pained version of his half smirk playing around his thin, dry lips. Sure he said this now, he said what Fred felt, that he didn’t even want to go back to this but he knew that it was an irrational and unrealistic notion, a wish, a dream, a fantasy that made them feel like it and that would soon turn into a nightmare. “You will. You will want us to go back to this soon enough.” His sleepy, exhausted voice sounded. “Distance is worth more than gold in this society.” He added but he wasn’t bringing it back between them but doing the opposite when he wrapped his arms around the shorter man’s waist as if he was a pillow.

 

Glover had been close to falling asleep when he heard the younger man speak again, asking him if he had to go to work today in a way that sounded like he didn’t want him to go. “Yes.” He answered because he had to and he would. He had never let his alcoholism stop him from functioning and being present and productive at work and he would not start with this today. Not to mention that him not being there would be like pouring oil into a raging fire. The judge was not afraid of those people who defended a man who had tortured and murdered in a cruel and disgusting way as he knew the sentence was just. Their death penalty was reserved only for those who murdered in a barbaric way or tortured another being. It was easy to argue that even though the men who had been murdered had broken the law, they had done nothing that would have justified the death sentence as two men having sex was neither barbarically murdering someone nor torture. And he was also all too thrilled about letting those people know that for everyone who bothered him about it and asked him to change the sentence, for every protester he would antedate the execution. He knew that the satisfaction he felt when he thought about hurting those people, about humiliating them and beating them was not a good thing though because it was caused by him having let this case get to him, having let it get personal to him what he should have never done. But there had been nothing he could have done about it, it had hit close to home after all.

 

Those thoughts vanished though and were overtaken by the tiredness of his body and he fell asleep on Ezra’s lap, snoring somewhat from time to time, until the alarm rang and he felt like a thousand needles were stinging into his heavy feeling head. He rose up abruptly, hitting the alarm clock hard and didn’t make the mistake of lying back again. Instead he stood and looked at his servant. “Bring me some food and aspirin.” He requested walking over to his wardrobe to lay out his suit for today, feeling glad that it was Friday and after that he would have a whole weekend for himself. Maybe he would go hiking with Percival. Maybe he’d take Ezra too. When he thought that he shook his head thinking that he had gone crazy. Then again if he let him carry a bag, even if there was not much in it, no one would deem it strange as they’d think he had taken him along to carry his stuff. “Do you like hiking?” he then said while placing the suit on the armchair on his way to the bathroom.

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Ezra wondered how many people had been allowed to touch his master like this. How many people were allowed to touch him with so much confidence that they weren’t afraid he would retaliate? How many people could touch him so caringly and believe it? He didn’t know how many, he hoped that his mother at least treated him like this. He thought it would be a sad life if not even his mother felt like touching him with such…comfort. Then again it almost made the touches more important to him and he gently continued as he watched his master slowly seem to drift off. When his master spoke it shocked him, he had assumed he had already fallen asleep.

 

The lack of light made it hard to see that half smirk so when his masters deep voice cut the silence he had to fight to jump from it. He sighed lightly shaking his head. He knew what he wanted, he didn’t want distance between them. His master didn’t understand, he didn’t ever feel like trash or less than others. Being touched by someone in the sense his master was touching him meant he didn’t feel…like less than anything. He felt like a human, he felt worth something and the gentle caress from his masters fingers felt like a breathe of life to him. Instead of saying this he decided to keep quiet for his master who was already sounding sleepy and exhausted. He blushed feeling those arms tighten around him and he gently let his fingers roam back into his hair, welcoming the touch rather than pushing away from his master.

 

He knew his master was close to falling asleep when he spoke again and he felt a little bad that he had even said anything but he didn’t want him to be late. When he heard the other say yes he felt a little air deflate in his heart. Something inside him wanted his master to stay the day with him and let him show him how being cared for really was like. He knew his master couldn’t not go, which was probably why he reminded him of it instead of letting his master sleep. He knew that if he didn’t go to work this would mean that the interviewers, the intern, everyone against the ruling would win. He couldn’t show weakness and Ezra knew that but still he wished he could just be…less than someone so important for a day.

 

Then again this comment didn’t seem to bother his master and he was shaken from his thoughts when he heard his master snore. He blushed lightly and sighed sliding a finger into the others hair before his hand caressed his cheek. His thumb lightly ran over the others bottom lip before he caught himself and shook his head. A slave had no right thinking of the things he was thinking of. He quickly moved his fingers back to the others hair where they belonged and let him sleep. Ezra closed his eyes leaning his head against his shoulder as his fingers played idly in the others blonde locks.

 

When the alarm went off he jumped, having seemed to have fallen asleep on his own, his hands let go of his master and he looked around confused and shocked about it. Thankfully the alarm was quickly turned off and he sighed lightly peering up to his master who stood looking to him. The request he spoke wasn’t demanded of him and it didn’t have that icy feeling to it. Ezra scooted to the edge of the bed his legs dangling from it and he reached across the nightstand grabbing the Asprin bottle he had already brought up knowing his master would be wanting it. His body arched over grabbing the glass of water and stood with them only to see his master walk away and he sat them back down on the nightstand. The question was confusing to him, his brows knitted together and he smiled lightly, his eyes following his master to the bathroom.

 

“Sir? As much as I would like to say yes I don’t know. Slaves don’t really have the option for leisurely activity like hiking. I had a master once who liked to go but I was never invited along.” He stood and stretched out his body before sighing. “Do you plan to go hiking at some point?” he asked his hands getting the medicine and walking to the bathroom setting it on the counter before leaving the bathroom to get the food he had brought up as well. He had already planned that his master was going to be wanting these things and thankfully he had already made the trip so he didn’t have to leave the room for either item.

[-Hideki-]

Glover already stood in the bathroom door when Ezra answered his question telling him that he had never had the option to go hiking and hence couldn’t know whether he liked it or not. Well, he could have probably known that so decided to ask differently. “I see.” He said sounding a little in his thoughts. “Let’s put it that way then: Would you like to accompany me on a hike with Percival?” he asked and then quickly added: “To carry my bag officially of course.” The judge looked into the brown eyes curious as to whether the auburn haired would agree to this, maybe even like the idea regardless of carrying a bag. Fred liked hiking, it was one of his hobbies outside work and whenever he walked through the forest and up the hills he felt less chained in a sense, less cornered and observed like a lion in a cage. He had never shared those sacred moments with anyone else and it might be a bad idea but he was willing to give it a try.

 

When he entered the bathroom to go through his routine the servant went after him placing the glass of water and the aspirin there making Frederick nod into his direction before the younger man left the bathroom again. Regardless of how bad he felt, how heavy his head was and how his eyes hurt he went through the whole morning routine, he brushed his teeth again, shaved, showered, made his hair, smeared his skin with dozens of lotions, used perfume before he left the bathroom again, looking like his usual self with the exception that he was even paler and that the dark lines under his eyes were even deeper today. All in all he looked rather normal though and there was no smell of alcohol left anymore and if there was any the massive amount of perfume covered it up.

 

He dressed himself in his suit, controlled the tie and then went to grab some of the food the slave had brought for him but not too much. The blond man didn’t have much time left anymore since everything had taken somewhat longer that day but he still wouldn’t be late. “I’ll be back in the evening. Do your duty as usual and don’t forget Percival.” The judge told Ezra and then he was just about to go to his office to grab his bag and be on his way when something came to his mind. “I’d like to eat Lasagne for dinner today and ice cream as dessert. Something else is on the plan but I don’t have appetite for what’s on the plan.” He let him know before he went down to his office to grab his things.

 

On his way out Percival crossed his way and Fred had hold him by his paws so that he wouldn’t place them on his suit and get him all dirty again. He patted the dogs head, said his farewell and was out of the door and on his way to work. The city seemed like usual at this time, quiet, grey and still half-asleep. Only people heading to their work places like he was were to see either driving like he did, walking or taking the subway. However the closer he came to the government district of the city where the court buildings were placed he normality seemed to take a break and there was much more police around than usual. There was a tension in the air and way too many people and when he arrived at the court building there was a crowd in front of it holding up signs, shouting some nonsense.

 

They stared at his car as if they were awaiting someone specific and he knew that this specific person was him. He got out of the car, his face like a mask of stone, his eyes looking down on them disdainfully as he walked towards the entrance of the building. The judge didn’t get there though without an upset woman blocking his way throwing all of what she had said on the TV into Glover’s face. Blabbering something about that her husband had just done this to keep their children and their nation safe, saying that if homosexuals would face proper penalties for their outrageous crimes that her husband would not have lost faith in the judiciary of their nation and wouldn’t have taken action on his own. All those things that made Frederick disgusted by the woman standing in front of him! His face didn’t change though, there was nothing to see, just his blue eyes were looking at her as if she was something repulsive.

 

When he got the chance to speak he looked her into her eyes with a freezing cold gaze. “The law is always the problem for criminals.” He commented and the woman wanted to start ranting again because he had just called her husband a criminal. “However death is reserved as a punishment for those who murder and torture and your husband did both. It would actually be even more just to sentence him to death twice but unfortunately this is not possible. The victims however, who may or may not have broken another law - we just have your husband’s word for it and I don’t give anything about the word of murderous scum - but they have neither murdered nor tortured anyone by their actions. I am not going to change my sentence. But I am glad to inform you that his execution has just gotten antedated to one day earlier. And every time you or someone else will raise your voice in his favour and annoy me about showing mercy to this worthless murderer it will get nearer and nearer. You will take the remaining days from your husband’s life by trying to safe him from justice.” The judge said and there was very real and very deep sadistic happiness in it at the woman’s desperation.

 

The woman snapped, got hysterical, shouting something of arbitrariness, that he wouldn’t dare to do this but Glover just said:”It’s getting earlier and earlier. If you give all you’ve got I will get the great opportunity to set the date onto this very day.” The blond said and then the woman called some of the other protestors what led Frederick to address the policemen in front of the building telling them to arrest all of them. The police blocked the way of the protestors so that they wouldn’t reach the judge who was finally entering the court building. Having just left the crowd of lunatics behind he ran into another lunatic and the intern made the mistake to talk to him, telling him that he wanted to discuss something with him. “There is no need for us to discuss anything. I have seen your little TV interview and I am making one thing very clear, we are and never were friends and we never will be. You have proven yourself not worthy of representating the law. Enforcing the law is not populism, you behave unworthy of walking in these halls and I will send my greetings to the law school informing them of your incompetence and while I am at it let them know that you have just lost your internship. I will also recommend them to expel you and ban you from studying law for good. Pack your things or I’ll have to tell those friendly officers to remove you from this building. Have a nice day!” he told him and walked away before the young man could say anything.

 

He heard his voice calling after him. “What? No! Wait! This is a misunderstanding. I didn’t do anything wrong. You can’t do this! You can’t!” There was that half smirk playing around his lips and his eyes were glaring sardonically as he turned around to the man he looked down upon. “Wrong. I can! And I will.” He just said and then disappeared through the door, quickly greeting his secretary before he entered his office.

 

The judge was on a roll and informed the law school right away before he got to do his paper work, drinking coffee as if he would get money for every cup. Later he got ready to get into the court where more usual cases that didn’t reach him in the slightest waited for him but by the time he could have a break he felt exhausted by the effects of his hangover and he leaned on the windowsill of the break-room looking out of the window where new groups of protesters had formed and the police was barging in with batons to keep them away from the building and to arrest them like Glover had told them to do. His blue eyes counted every protester who was holding a sign to figure how much he had to antedate the execution when the door to the break room was opened.

 

A lean, tall man about five years younger than him was stepping inside. He had messy dark blond hair, a three-days beard, green eyes and usually wore a smile on his lips. Rex Storm was the state’s attorney and he was one of those Glover didn’t hate. “Good day!” the man greeted him and the judge nodded. “Hallo.” He greeted back about to ignore the man but Rex was leaning himself next to him at the windowsill looking outside seeing what was going on. “Ahhh, what a mess huh? I have heard the news yesterday. It’s crazy. I mean how twisted must a mind be to condone torture and murder of innocent people.” The man spoke and the judge gave him a quick look before he looked away again. “They justify it by claiming those men would have broken the law against sodomy and abnormal sexual activity.” He informed him although he knew that Rex must have known that already. Storm laughed and turned around, his back to the window, looking at the judge. “Law against sodomy!?” he snorted. “I tell you how I call that law, waste of money and resources to persecute people who don’t actually bother anyone. Well, they don’t bother me. I think we should reserve our labour camps for real criminals not for guys who kissed other men, as distasteful as it sounds. Distastefulness is not a crime in my eyes though. But no one asks me, I am just a servant to the law.” He stated and Fred’s internal organs clenched and he got tense, looking at the man sceptically as this was most certainly a trap. But how could they have suspected him. It was impossible. The blond kept quiet, not saying anything. What made Rex laugh again as he lit his cigarette. “You disagree. Will you report me to the government now?” the man asked Glover raised an eyebrow. “No. I don’t care about your personal opinions as long as you in your function as state’s attorney will respect and interpret what is the actual law.” The blond man said and a grin was to see on the other man’s face. “I think you aren’t actually as bad as people say.” Rex commented. “I don’t care.” Frederick answered.

 

For some reason Fred seemed to amuse the state’s attorney and the man laughed again, running his hand through the always messy hair. “I think I like you. If I invited you for dinner at my mansion for Sunday, would you accept it? My wife would certainly feel honoured.” The man invited him what definitely came as a surprise and he still didn’t quite know whether it was a trap and he was supposed to spy on him or if that guy was just genuinely reckless and talk active. “Maybe.” Glover answered. “Great. 6pm?” the man suggested. “Fine.” The judge agreed. “Are you up for a round of chess.” Rex suggested pointing at the chess board in the break room. “Why not.” The blond said and they went over to play a round of chess.

 

While they were playing Frederick didn’t say a word and focussed solely on the game while Rex Storm was nearly commenting and blabbering on and on about everything. Starting at that he had heard Fred had no kids, that he didn’t have children too because his wife was infertile and all those things that Glover had never asked and never actually cared about, over stories about his wife’s kittens that he couldn’t stand and would like to drown in their pool because they ruined their furniture and just when Fred wanted to comment the first time since they had started the game he heard someone cough and both of them turned around looking at the closet as the noise was coming from there.

 

Behind the closet a man stepped forward, showing himself to them. He had a black leather coat, was wearing a hat and had an eye patch on his left eye that had not been repairable. The man was known as Richard Fox although this was hardly his real name. His real name no one knew but Fred could identify the figure right away. Richard Fox or however he was called had been a spy and was now a high ranking official of the secret service. He had been their nation’s best spy but he had gotten into a bombing attack on enemies territory. Rumours told that he had been blown into pieces and he had been put together out of random parts from dead people. This was not true though. The man had suffered severe wounds and had almost died but he and his parts, including his face, had been reconstructed without using parts of other people. The doctors had fought for his life like nothing else because the party had known that he had had collected valuable information. And this information had made a difference in the end.

 

But even though he knew who this wracked looking man was his presence in the court building, in the break room, made no sense at all. “Good day gentlemen.” He greeted, with a snoring sonorous voice, raising his hat and his presence seemed to freeze the air making a chill run over Rex’s spine and bringing Glover to narrowing his eyebrows. “There is quite the trouble going on outside.” The man commented and stepped closer towards them, dragging one leg behind. “And that is just the beginning. Can’t you sense it.” He said and Rex looked at the man as if he was outright crazy while the judge took in every word carefully, still trying to figure out what he wanted. “For how long have you stood here?” Rex asked and the man’s stitched mouth formed a smile that looked rather twisted. “Long enough to have heard that you don’t take the law against sodomy seriously and that you are planning an attack on your wife’s cats!” The man informed the other with a grin turning back to what he had wanted to say leaving the state’s attorney rather nervous.

 

“But you shouldn’t concern yourself with me; there are more urgent things you and the judge should be concerned about.” Richard went on. “And those would be?” Glover asked his voice cold and not giving away that he didn’t like the secret services presence. “Civil war.” Fox answered the words shooting out of his mouth as out of a gun followed by an unbelieving laugh coming from Rex while Glover’s stomach turned upside down. So it was not only a notion of his that things would take a rather violent turn soon. “What are you talking about, there is no civil war coming. What should the population fight for?” Storm expressed his doubts that something like this could happen anytime soon. “You saw those people out there? They are a part of a movement. A movement of fanatic religious moralists who think that the party has become too lax and that the government and king Konstantin have distanced themselves too far from the righteous way of their lord. They are led by a popular cleric called pastor Earnest Hall who aims for a theocratic state and he as well as his followers don’t hesitate do use violence as this case may have shown. We have reason to believe that the group plans to murder the king and to try to take over the nation.” He explained shushed Rex down when he wanted to say something again not looking at him but solely focussing on Glover by now.

 

“Then we have slave riots in the rural areas. Blood has already been shed but we are keeping this a secret from the population.” The secret service agent said. “They demand civil rights and the status of a human and refuse to serve anymore. Their game is to take revenge and to overthrow the system. More and more slaves get the notion of this movement and when the knowledge about this arrives in the cities you can imagine the chaos.” Richard continued, scratching his scarred chin. “If this was not enough we have a third player. The libertarian rebels who strive for revolution! They too want to see the king brought down, the party brought down and to overcome this system to establish a new one, just that their ideas are basically the opposite of those nutcases ideas.” He nodded towards the window where the protestors tried to stand against the police force. “They not only want to have free speech, media, opinions, the right to be a degenerate they also want to crush the hierarchy and liberate the slaves and they have announced that they won’t let a single head of those on their shoulders who participated in the crimes of the oppressive, inhumane authoritarian dictatorship we now have.” He continued to explain.

 

“You see the problem. When they get together with the less radical slaves who fight for their recognition and rights and we have the religious fanatics who will run against the government and against the libertarians because their believes couldn’t clash more we will have chaos. The people will fight against the government, the military and police will fight our uprising people to keep the government in place or they will throw the king over board and try to rise to power on their own and Konstantin doesn’t have enough men left here to beat down the uproar. Dozens of advisors and his generals have spoken to him and told him that he needs to quit on some of the wars and get troops back here or it will look ugly for him but he doesn’t listen. He also doesn’t want to hear anything about reforming the party and the system. Negotiating with the revolutionaries so to speak, opening up some more but he has none of it. He says that no one can defeat him because he is the king destined by birthright and that they wouldn’t dare to even get close to him.” Richard said. “The king’s older sister however advocates for reforming the system since a long time. She wants to get rid of medieval laws, change the hard labour camps into prisons, pay slaves money for their work and give them the status of people and let them have property whilst keeping the hierarchy in place. She also spoke out against some wars that have long lost their original sense or reason and want to bring them to an end and the troops home. With her we could not only calm the less radical people and those who are torn to join the revolutionaries, the government would also be able to defend itself against an uproar like this. “But her brother Konstantin is on the throne and she is a woman and the only time in our history a woman sat on the throne was because she was the only available heir.” Richard said.

 

Glover raised an eyebrow looking at the man darkly. “And why are you telling me this?” he asked although he had an idea already and he didn’t like it, he didn’t like it at all. “You are a part of the system. You have enforced the law of the system. You have played along. And last but not least you are a top judge. And your power and knowledge in legal matters might be of great help to me and my friends.” The former spy let him know. “ No. I stay out of political matters. I am not an actor on such a stage. I merely interpret the law. If it changes, I am going to interpret the new law.” The blond man declined. “A pity but it’s on you. I would think about it more closely if I were you. Since I doubt that you, a figure of the regime, someone they would deem to have supported an inhumane government would ever be able to interpret anything anymore then. This and maybe it’ll be a little motivator if I’d let you know that I might have compromising information about you in my hands.” The man informed him with a smirk. He stepped over to the chess board, took Glover’s white Gardez and kicked down the white king with her. “Have nice day Judge Glover.” Fox said and was on his way to the door when Rex apparently couldn’t stop himself from asking something he had been thinking about this whole time. “It’s said that you have been completely blown into bits and pieces and had be reconstructed. How is it down there? Can you have sex? Is it normal?” he asked and while Fred couldn’t believe that the state’s attorney had asked someone like this something like that the man from the secret service turned around to him looking into the green eyes. “And who raised you? Must have been a clumsy oaf.” He commented and disappeared through the door then. “I was just curious.” Rex said his cheeks blushing a slight shade of pink.

 

“How does he think you can help him though?” the dark blond got serious again. “He wants me to make whatever they do to get rid of king Konstantin seem legal and they also want me to declare his sister the legal heir to the throne. The higher ups are planning a coup.” Fred explained and then he heard Rex talk again but he didn’t listen to him. They wanted him to participate in a bloody coup! Participating in a coup was not keeping distance, it was not keeping to oneself, not not getting involved. If he participated in this and this would go wrong, he would be deemed a traitor of the king and would be judged by another law which the military was concerned with what meant he would hang together with Fox and Fox’s friends and if he didn’t participate and the revolutionaries or the reactionaries would win he’d hang as well. No matter how he turned this, it didn’t seem to get better.

 

Glover had been rather absent minded the rest of his work day and all he was thinking about was the case and an upcoming civil war and that a member of the secret service wanted him to help to get rid of the brat that they called king. Not only that, he had also said he had compromising information about him.

 

His head only got fuller though when he arrived back at his mansion and Percival was jumping up on him licking his face because there waited another compromising situation for him. He placed his jacket on the wardrobe and went into the living room where he settled down at the table looking absent minded again. The blond felt like drinking again but he had told himself he would stick to his two bottles of wine this evening.

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Ezra couldn’t help but hide the excitement on his face. He wanted to say something to his master but instead he heard the other getting into the shower and such. Did he want to go hiking with him? Even if it was just to carry his bags he sort of liked the idea of going outside. Come to think of it he hadn’t been outside since his transfer to this house. It was sort of a sad thought but that was alright, he quickly put the others things away and straightened his suit on the armchair waiting patiently for him to get out. The pup was waiting too, knowing his master was coming soon.

 

When he finished eating something he followed him out of his room pausing when the master turned back to him. “Ah…alright sir. I won’t forget. I’ll have dinner on the table when you get home.” He called after him as he went down to his office. The slave waited at the stairway watching the dog downstairs. Once his master was out the door he called for Percival who came up the stairs easily. “Bath time! You’re digging in the flowerbeds again.” He shook his head and walked to the bathroom opening the door and seeing Percival sinch back a little. He reached out and pulled him into the bathroom and shut the door. “Don’t run away silly…It’ll be fast I promise.” He turned on the water and reached down to the dog undoing his collar before picking him up and putting him in the bathtub.

 

He couldn’t help but chuckle as the pup tried to get out only to splash him with water all over his uniform. After about an hour of trying to clean the dog he was finished letting Percival out and drying him off. He quickly parted ways with the dog letting him run off the water that clung to his dark fur. His body made its way downstairs putting his drenched uniform into the dryer before heading to the living room. He flipped on the tv sighing as Glover’s face came into view infront of the court house. Protestors swarmed him and the building which caused the judge to force the police into action.

 

This was on as he started to clean the room like he was instructed to do. Of course authorities took care of the protestors and he wished that someone would take away the pain that this entire thing had on his master. Then again he didn’t get to think too much about it for the tv switched to anchors and he was left with propaganda of things he didn’t care about. He turned it off and went about cleaning the kitchen. Most of the home was already clean so it didn’t really need to be re-cleaned.

 

By noon he was making himself and Percival something to eat. He hummed to himself, his hips swaying to the record player in the dining room as he cooked. He wasn’t very good at making things but since they had the ingredients to make something simple like a soup he did so. He left the pieces of meat for Percival putting them in his bowl before sitting down at the bar to eat his own meal. He enjoyed the soft melody from the other room, welcoming its break of silence in the huge mansion. He didn’t think he could ever live in something like this, a huge ass home for just himself and one other slave. Then again if he made it past slave he wouldn’t want any slaves…like most slaves who magically get promoted to civilian they have no need for slaves unless to give them a good home. He grew up doing everything on his own unlike others who were born with a silver spoon in their hands.

 

After a relaxing lunch with Percival and himself he turned the music to a new track, a soft jazz that helped him set the mood for dinner. He was having a good day to say the least. He got out the ingredients for lasagna for that night and started cooking it for when his master got home. He grabbed two wine glasses and got out a bottle of the masters wine putting it on the counter next to him as he cooked. His eyes kept watching the clock, getting more and more excited about his masters return as the time ticked by. Dinner was finished probably three minutes before he heard the car pull into the front yard. He smiled brightly and poured a glass of wine for his master setting it on the table before walking back to the kitchen.

 

He could hear Percival jumping on Glover and him patting him gently. He could hear his master putting his things down and walking to the dining room. Once he knew he was seated he walked out with dinner in his hands setting it infront of his master. He smiled gently and walked to the record player quieting it but not turning it off. “Welcome home, Master.” He called back to the table. “I set out your wine figuring you would probably want it even though last night was rough.” He walked back to the table leaning his arms on the back of the chair closest to his master his head tilting slightly as he peered over to him.

 

His master looked tired, incredibly tired and the slave picked up on it instantly. His eyebrows knitted together and he sighed, “Was work rough…?” he asked lightly his brown eyes peering over the blonde’s face trying to figure out what had happened today. He had read a little bit on the tv and watched the morning news but that was about it. He wouldn’t let his master know that though, he didn’t want to be peering into his life if he didn’t want to show him any of it. Instead he would tiptoe around the idea with his master till he said something to him about it.

[-Hideki-]

The smell of the food that Ezra placed in front of him threw him out of his thoughts for the first time in hours and his stomach grumbled making him realise that he actually was hungry. As odd as it was when Glover looked into the gently smiling face of the auburn haired man who welcomed him back to his home, what wasn’t unusual actually, his heart started beating faster and it was as if life came back to him and he wasn’t already a zombie who had been hanged for being a traitor or put in front of a court and judged for having been a judge of the regime leading to public execution as well. He realised that at least at this point he was still pretty much alive the way that his heart was pounding in his chest.

 

When the slave said that he had put out his wine as he had figured that he’d want to drink even though he had gotten way to heavily drunk with the amount of whiskey he had drunken the other night it was nothing that made him happy to hear although it might have been considerate. That the other could tell that he would continue drinking after this was telling him that he had probably gotten aware of what he was but had just formulated it more nicely. Glover didn’t only want the wine he needed the wine or his nerves would begin to flicker and his hands to shake.

 

The man just nodded regarding the wine though and began to eat. It tasted well and for a moment the taste of the food was distracting him from all that was on his mind until the younger man asked him whether his work had been rough. Fred stopped eating, placing the silver ware next to his plate before he turned to the auburn haired servant, looking into the warm brown eyes. He stared for a moment before he decided to answer. “No.” He said truthfully as it wasn’t his work that had been rough or that he was thinking about in particular. The blond started to eat again before he paused to empty his mouth and speak another time although he didn’t look at the other when he did. “It’s the surroundings.” He admitted and then looked towards the other with narrow eyes as to figure out if this was for the other’s ears. Glover decided that it wouldn’t make a difference if he knew. “And the prospect of a civil war.” He then added turning back to his meal as if he had not just said ‘civil war’ but had made a comment about their rainy weather.

 

And just as if this was nothing something else came back onto his mind, a question the slave had never answered. “What about hiking now?” he asked. “Or should I understand your silence as getting dumped by you?” the blond man wanted to know. In a sense this would not be the first time a slave would reject him although this situation was fundamentally different in nature.

 

It didn’t take him too long to finish his dinner and when he was ready he turned to Ezra again. “I would like to have my dessert in the living room today. You may join me if you want and if you like ice cream that is.” The man offered to the auburn haired before he stood, patted Percival who had risen as well and walked into the living room where he let himself sink onto the sofa, leaning his head back and closing his eyes while he was waiting for his ice-cream.

[Shisu-Chan00]

The slave peered over to his master who seemed to be enjoying his dinner. Ezra didn’t hold himself in a very high light so he always thought that he might have done something wrong to the dinner and that it wouldn’t be the best. Then again it was apart of who he was, thinking things were just a little too good to be true. His first comment of the night was answered with a nod of his masters head before he continued eating. It wasn’t till he had said something about work did the master seem a little agitated. The auburn haired man sat up slightly ready for his master to correct him but instead he said something completely different. It threw Ezra into thoughts of his own and he couldn’t help but shake his head.

 

Civil war? Between who? Had the hearing really caused so much outrage that they were planning on a civil war? Were the slaves rioting again? It hadn’t been the first time in his life had slaves decided they needed their own rights and belief to be citizens. Of course last time nothing ever amounted to it other than a few hundred dead slaves who were striking a little too hard. During this time he petitioned with them but not to the extreme level of getting murdered by the government. It made a little more sense that something would be starting now. Life wasn’t so simple anymore. The thought of his slave counterparts rising up sent a nice warm feeling through his body and he wanted so badly for them to win. He himself couldn’t overthrow his master…thanks to their closer bond.

 

The next question threw him off guard and he chuckled softly shaking his head. “Dumping you sir? I doubt it. If you need me to carry your bags I am obligated to do so…right?” He peered over to his master before watching him get up. He smiled lightly and nodded, “I’ll be in there soon then I’ll clean up.” He grabbed the discarded dinner plate and walked back to the kitchen dumping it into the sink. He then opened the freezer getting the ice cream and walking back to the living room. He hummed softly as he saw his master sitting almost exhausted like on the couch. Most likely there wasn’t going to be any embarrassing touching happening tonight thanks to his masters overworked mind and body. He sat the bowl next to his master on the table. “Master? Can Percival come with us hiking?” He asked sitting down next to him on the couch and peering over to the tired blonde.

 

He had never been hiking but it sounded like his master wanted him to go…not just to carry bags but just to go. The thought of getting to go outside not just to be a slave but as a human was exciting to him. Ever since the other night his master was less hard on him, those icy stares came less and less. He felt warm inside around him instead of feeling like he couldn’t say anything. His lips tingled, craved his masters almost as much as his body craved his hands. HE couldn’t help but feel a little excited around the blonde who showed him something completely different than what he had ever known.

[-Hideki-]

Unsurprisingly the prospect of a civil war didn’t seem to cause the same internal reaction in Ezra as it had in Fred. Why would it anyway? The slave didn’t have anything to lose in this society, not much anyway and would the slaves cooperate with libertarians and they’d win and overthrow the system it was the judge who’d lose his head and the auburn haired who’d benefit, who’d not have to serve anyone anymore, who could live his own free life, with his own free will without having to bother to submit to some lonely middle aged man who was running from his feelings and himself too paranoid to even look at them. There would be no Master to control the younger one anymore; no one would be considered a Master or a slave anymore. It seemed absurd to the judge but that would occur would that party win. It was harder to say what would happen if the police and remaining military started a coup. “A civil war doesn’t seem to bother you?” he asked in a sceptical tone of voice. “Do you know something about this?” the blond added.

 

A frown appeared on his face when the slave said that he obviously wouldn’t dump him because if he needed him to carry his stuff he was obligated to do so and had no choice. This was technically true but the judge had thought that the auburn haired had gotten the hint that this was no order or tasks for the younger man but an invitation. Apparently the other had not understood this and it made him unhappy. “I never take bags with me when I go hiking usually. It would be an exception.” He let the other man know the frown still on his face hoping the servant would get the hint now, get that he was basically asking him out even if he couldn’t do so directly Just nodding when the other said he’d soon be in the living room and clean up later he disappeared out of the dining hall.

 

While he was sitting on the sofa obviously tired he was thinking about how it’d be to go hiking with someone other than Percival. Would he hold actual conversations not only monologues to his dog? Would they be able to relax and enjoy the time? He didn’t have enough time to find answers since Eza already returned placing his ice-cream on the coffee table. Glover picked it up and started to eat right away only turning his head towards the servant when he asked him whether they could take Percival on their hiking trip. “I never go hiking without him.” The judge answered shortly. The dog was his loyal companion and they went hiking together for as long as Frederick owned him. Not only was hiking more fun with Percival, it was also good, almost a necessity for the Doberman.

 

It didn’t take him too long to finish the ice cream especially since he had been eager to ignore the electric tension that was building up between them again. The blond could sense the other man’s desires and it wasn’t like the slave was the only one craving to touch but the judge didn’t know if getting that close again was a good idea. However when he couldn’t keep himself distracted with the food anymore his eyes automatically travelled over to the servant who was dressed in that tight, short leather uniform that he had given him and his heart rate went up even though he had felt like falling asleep just there. He wanted to touch him, to feel him again, it didn’t have to come to sex, a little would be enough! Or wouldn’t it? The blond looked towards the cold fireplace while his hand was reaching out to the other, letting them rest on his thigh, stroking up and down with his fingertips. Only after a while he turned around, laid his other hand onto the man’s neck before he leaned over to kiss the servant again as his lips were drying to steel a kiss from the younger one. After he had shared a deep, intense kiss with the auburn haired he breathed a little heavier. “Do you have trust in me?” he asked seemingly out of the blue then.

[Shisu-Chan00]

As much as the idea of civil war should have bothered him it didn’t. It had been something the society was close to for awhile and the restlessness in the slave sections just kept getting worse and worse. He just knew that it was bound to happen, Glover saying something about it didn’t shock him. Then again it had been a topic for awhile and yet it had never happened so he had not thought that it would. Then again this didn’t bring his attention really it was his masters frown that did. His brows sinched together and he peered over to him a little confused as to why he was upset with him. Of course he knew something about the civil war but nothing more that what everyone else knew about. He just knew about the unrest within the slaves and what all was happening in their part of the slums.

 

His masters next words made him blush lightly and he nodded, “I see…well I’m more than happy to accompany you.” He said softly getting the hint that the master wanted him with him even if he didn’t say exactly that. This was when his master stood and left the dining room table to sit in the living room. Ezra felt like a teenager his cheeks a light shade of pink as he went back into the kitchen with the dirty dishes. He quickly grabbed the ice cream and brought it to his master setting it on the coffee table. He then sat next to him tilting his head slightly over to his master. After his master told him Percival was for sure going hiking with them he started to eat.

 

He quickly finished his ice cream as the slave just sat next to him against the sofa. He had cleaned it again and again a little embarrassed and guilty about the cum that had gotten on it the other day. He just wanted to make sure it was for sure clean and his master wasn’t going to be upset with him. He felt like there was a bit of…tense air between them. Like something needed to be said but couldn’t be said just yet or that they wanted to do something with him. He didn’t know for sure but he didn’t want to interrupt him and his relaxation.

 

Soon enough he ice cream was gone and the slave had crossed his legs leaning against the couch. He tilted his head a little looking over to his master as he felt eyes on him. Those blue eyes peering over his body gave his heart a little bit of a jump and his palms a little sweaty. He felt the desire in his masters eyes on his skin like a bonfire warming him up. This fire only got a little worse when he felt a warm, strong hand on his thigh. It sent a tingle up his thigh and the hair on the back of his neck stand up. His leg shifted slightly toward those hands even more feeling it slide up his thigh just a tad. His masters movements just made it worse too, those tingling feelings going up even harder.

 

He seemed to sit there for a few moments and finally after what felt like forever leaned over to him resting his hand onto his neck pulling him close. He sucked in air feeling his master pull him into him. A light shiver ran over him and he leaned up into those lips he had basically been craving since his master had gotten him. He felt those lips like fire in his throat, it erupted in his stomach and sent a small shiver in his lower half.

 

The slave shifted sliding his fingers onto the mans torso lightly tightening in his clothing as their kiss lightly grew deeper and more intense. By the time he let his lips go he was breathing hard and his eyes were blinking up at his master like he was shocked that had even just happened. Then again what he said made it even more shocking. His eyes focused lightly onto his master, looking into those blue icy eyes of his wondering just where this question had come from.

 

He shifted slightly letting his free hand lightly push a strand of blonde out of his masters face. “Yes. I do.” He nodded lightly and leaned into him gently kissing his chin. “Why is it you ask master?” he felt his brown eyes shift up to meet those blue ones once again and it was like they just sucked him in. Everything about this man was intoxicating to him and he wanted to keep getting drunk on this man. He didn’t want it to stop and if it did he wanted to go against it and do it again and again no matter how unhealthy it was for him.

[-Hideki-]

Glover was just stared at in confusion by his servant instead of getting his questions answered as if his questions had been deemed not important enough and too unnecessary to get answered and that displeased him. The frown turned into an outright dark expression when he faced the younger male. He wanted his answers to those questions. The blond wanted to know where he stood about that civil war and he wanted to know what he knew about it and if he was involved with either party and might have insider information considering that the prospect of a civil war being about to happen didn’t bother nor surprise him at all. “Answer me!” he demanded, his voice firm and clear that he wanted answers and that he wouldn’t repeat it again.

 

Ezra’s hands had tightened into the fabric of his closing on his torso while they had kissed that eagerly, that intensely as if they would starve without it and it left the blond male with a shaky breath as their eyes met afterwards, the slave examining him surprised because of the question he had just asked, the judge’s heart cramping as he waited for him to answer that.

It started to loosen up and beat again when the auburn haired male told him that he did trust him, gently kissing his chin that was stubbled again though he had shaved in the morning. His facial hair came back rather quickly, so did his trimmed body hair actually so he had to regularly take care of that as well to keep it in place.

 

He just stared back into those brown eyes that looked at him as the auburn haired slave wanted to know why he had asked such a question all of a sudden. Glover didn’t answer, he just stared, before he got up from the sofa and took the smaller hand into his, pulling Ezra up as well. “Because I need to show you something.” He then said and guided him out of the living room, through the dining hall, into the entrance hall and from there towards the plain and triple looked door that led to the cellar. The man unlocked all three locks before he opened the door and went down the dark old stairs with him that seemed to go down endlessly. He didn’t say a word; he just held the man’s hand as they walked down there.

 

When they arrived at the end of the stairs he came to a halt and then turned on the light. An incredibly clean, freshly smelling room appeared before their eyes that didn’t look like a cellar but that was in no way empty. There was a lot of stuff in it… stuff that Fred was hiding, stuff that he had to hide or he would go into the labour camp not for banging men but for being a perverted subject. Kinks and fetishes were forbidden by the sodomy paragraph as well. So technically even heterosexuals could be thrown into the labour camp if they came by whipping each other’s arses or tying each other up, that such a case was found was actually unlikely though as it was easier to hide than loving and being with a partner of the same gender.

 

The room had a giant cross in it, some doctor’s couch with handcuffs, whips and chains on the walls, weird looking machines, something that looked like Glover had robbed a frigging hospital, clothing that was as embarrassing as it was sexy, the chastity cage and other such toys, some feeding bowl that looked like Percival’s but that no dog had ever eaten from and all kinds of crazy shit that branded the blond man as a freak, a pervert, some abnormal man with whom something was definitely wrong, who was fucked up inside. He took a deep breath before his low voice spoke as he stared at the wall. “. I am into BDSM.” He admitted not proud of it in any way.

 

There was nervousness in him since he didn’t want the other to decide he didn’t trust someone as creepy anyway and run away, over the hills and far far away from him. Then again it was bullshit because he was a slave not allowed to just leave his Master. And he had not cared what his former slave had thought about all of this, he had just ordered him to do as he told and he had obeyed him with terror in his eyes at first, and then had grown to like it because his mind had been broken by all that fucked up shit in Fred’s cellar. “Don’t worry I won’t order you to do any of that with me.” He assured him now turning his head towards him trying to look him in the eyes. “I couldn’t. Not anymore.” Frederick admitted.

 

The blond man had feelings for his slave and since he had let them out of the cage the last night when he had shared his affection and not some kinky sex with him, had opened the gate for the other and had been touched back in a way that led him to believe the man was feeling something, no matter what, just something for him as well. He couldn’t just be mean or hurt him anymore in the way he had done that before and he wouldn’t force this on him anymore as he had done with the slaves before him and had done to the auburn haired with that chastity cage.

 

“I am just asking you to, I don’t know, consider some of it maybe, only sometimes.” The blond said his voice almost sticking in his throat as he had never had to talk about what he was ashamed about but what turned him on. He had been able to just order it and get it in a way that had not made him vulnerable at all and now he was vulnerable and he might get called gross, a freak of nature, a psycho or whatever, be hurt but would understand it and shut the doors forever again since being shamed was the worst for him. “You can just look at it, touch it even if you want to I give you permission. It’s disinfected I ensure you. If you find it absolutely gross, then just pretend it doesn’t exist if you still can.” Glover told him and turned around towards the stairs. “I’ll be in my room and lock that up later again before I go to bed. If you want to leave just do! You can join me in my room if you like or go to yours.” The blond said and was on his way up the stairs again.

[Shisu-Chan00]

As much as the blonde wanted to know about the civil war it seemed the kiss pulled him from his thoughts more than anything else. They were both just staring at one another when Ezra finally answered his question, telling him that he did trust him. He was his master after all, if he was going to trust anyone wouldn’t it be his master? He felt those icy blue eyes stare into his soul, it pulling a shiver from his body. He felt the other shift on the sofa and then stand holding out a hand which was soon accompanied by Ezra’s. He was pulled up from the sofa and then guided from the living room. Confusion welled in his thoughts and he got slightly frightened as he followed his master. As they rounded the hallway and reached the cellar door his hand tightened in Glovers.

 

He pushed his body against the others back as if asking him not to go too far from him. Thankfully the man before him unlocked the door which was heavily fortified and then guided him down the stairs hand in hand. His free hand lightly fisted in the judges shirt on his back thanks to the dark lighting. Once the man infront of him stopped moving a light was turned on. Ezra took a step out from behind glover and was shocked at what he had seen. The room was clean and smelled like it had been well taken care of. Though it was a cellar it didn’t look like one instead it was full of…things. Ezra was slightly confused by the room but his hand gently pulled on Glovers as he took another step into the room peering at some of the instruments found in there.

 

Ezra wasn’t stupid, he knew just what most of these were used for. His master was kinky, he knew that, but he didn’t know it stemmed this far. Not that it scared him away or anything but he was just shocked. He turned to his master a moment before he heard him take a deep breath before saying just what Ezra had assumed. His eyes turned lightly away from his master as he peered back at the room full of things. He had nothing really to say…but that he didn’t think Fred was a freak. He could tell that his master was ashamed of his kinks and this prompted him to lightly tighten his hold on his masters hand. He didn’t know what to say but he had no ill thoughts in his mind, of course it was a little exciting to say the least. His master had used some of these items on him already and those alone set a fire in his stomach he couldn’t quench unless his master did it for him.

 

He didn’t like to be degraded persay…he just was falling for Glover and it didn’t matter what he did he would like it either way. Then again words weren’t coing to him to even say that so he stayed quiet for a moment until he heard his master speak again. His brown eyes peered to him and he blinked lightly almost out of shock for his master assumed he thought he was going to use this on him? He hadn’t even thought of it really, let alone being ordered to.

 

The next words that fell from his master was even more shocking. He blinked lightly up to those blue eyes and could tell his master was more than ashamed for his kinks. Then again, would Ezra mind if his master did what he liked too? If it was equal and they shared each others kinks? As his master gave him permission to touch the foreign objects to him he was a little shocked feeling the others hand start to leave his. He turned slightly looking up to the ascending back of the judge. Some urge in him forced him to speak and he quickly rushed up the stairs grabbing the masters hand tightly.

 

“Wait!” He lightly tugged on him to make him look back to him. “I trust you…I didn’t think you would order me to do any of this stuff and although it’s a lot to take in I don’t think you’re disgusting…” He lightly let go of the other and looked back down the stairs. “I don’t want to forget about what makes you feel good master. We can think about…maybe…doing this?” He asked lightly looking up at his master. “Start off small though maybe…I’ve never been really apposed of new things plus…if I got found out I’m already gay so I mean…” He shrugged lightly and moved so he was on the same step as his master and lightly reached up on his toes kissing his lips softly. “I’m not grossed out by you, I don’t want to forget this exists, and I want to make you happy…even if it means introducing me to some of this stuff. Though I don’t know much and I think I would like you to help teach me…if you wouldn’t mind…?” he asked softly looking into those blue eyes that he was slowly starting to fall in love with.

 

Part of him didn’t know what he was saying and another part of him wanted to say more. He couldn’t help but feel a little nervous, scared, and overwhelmed but he wanted his master to show him the things he wanted to use. To show him the things he liked and what Ezra would have to warm up to. He lightly took a step down into the celler gently pulling on Glover to follow. “I…just hope you won’t mind touching me the way I want to be touched too…I think we can make this work where we both enjoy each other.” He said softly and took another step down looking up at Fred with a sweet and gentle expression on his face. One that portrayed no hate, no malice, no disgust, but understanding, want and care for his master. He was practically already in love with him, there was no stopping it now.