Fake Fan Fiction ❯ Greek Love ❯ the young master ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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The morning sun slowly filtered passed Ryo's heavy eyelids and his first thoughts were to ward off the daylight and pray to return to a forgetful slumber. As he curled into a ball to fend off the ensuing day of struggle and torment, the soft, silk sheets wrapped about him in a make-shift cocoon. Then he blinked... silk? It suddenly dawned on him that he was not on the road, not cold and stiff from sleeping outside on the hard ground. Instead, he was filled with a warm glow and the mattress beneath him yielded gently under his weight. Coming fully awake now, he moved aside the pliant sheets and looked about the room. It was dripping with rich fabrics of sky-blue and deep azure draped along the walls and plush furnishings. A window to his right looked through polished marble columns into a bright, well-tended garden overflowing with budding flowers in pale yellow and bright red. Where was he? he thought, trying to recall the events of the previous day. It seemed to be morning, which meant he must have slept through the whole of yesterday and through the night. He recalled the day before when he had finally arrived in Athens and had been brought to a high-walled, rich estate. Then he had been brought before that darkly handsome man who had spoken to him with such understanding in a voice so rich and seductive it made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. But how had he gotten here? In bed? Ryo couldn't seem to remember...

A movement out of the corner of his eye made him glance to his left, where he saw a set of golden double doors, one of which was hanging open and revealed the form of a tall, powerfully-built man. His dark hair framed his face well and fell attractively over his eyes, which were now eying him with a mixture of amusement and... affection?

"Did you sleep well?" the man asked, and Ryo realized he still had not learned this man's name.

"Y-yes, though I'd forgotten where I was," he said shyly, his cheeks turning pink. Why was he blushing anyway? Was it so absurd to think he would have forgotten his surroundings after traveling for over a month? But Ryo knew he was blushing less at his words and more at the inviting warmth in the raven-haired man's keen stare. It made him very aware of the fact he was lying in bed, naked (who had removed his loin-cloth?) just a few feet away from him. HIS bed, in HIS home, where this man could do whatever he wanted to with him.

'I'll keep you safe.'

He remembered hearing the man's words and Ryo still wondered exactly what he meant by them.

"Are you hungry?" Dee asked after a long pause during which he studied the shifting emotions crossing Ryo's face.

The blond man's stomach growled at the mere mention of food and he said, gratefully, with a brilliant smile, "Yes, I would love anything you had to offer." Although he had meant to merely sound polite, Ryo found himself turning red yet again as he realized the double entendre beneath his words. The other man simply returned his smile and said, "I'll have someone bring you breakfast," and turned to leave the room.

"Wait!" Ryo called, and then thought that maybe he had overstepped his bounds by yelling at his master, but the dark-haired man only turned back to him with a questioning look. "Your name...I-I don't know your name," Ryo stumbled, feeling himself fall further and further into shame. He shouldn't be asking his master questions! It was his job to simply wait for orders. "I'm sorry, I should remember my place. I have no need to call you by your first name. I must learn to address you as 'my lord.' Forgive me," he said, hanging his head and avoiding the man's eyes.

Suddenly Ryo felt the weight of the bed shift as the older man came to sit down next to him. Would he slap him? Ryo wondered.

Dee's amusement shown in his eyes as he lifted Ryo's chin to meet him. "My name is Dee, and please call me by it," he said with a knowing grin, "any time you like." And with that he rose and exited the room, leaving behind a thoroughly shaken and confused Ryo.

Shaking his head, Ryo let himself collapse back into bed. The whole situation was absurd, it must be a wonderful dream. Or maybe it was all going to turn out to be too good to be true? The blond closed his eyes and realized he should've asked Dee something more pressing than 'what's your name?' He could've asked what his duties were going to be or what was expected of him as a member of the household. And why was he having breakfast SENT to him? Shouldn't he be preparing breakfast and serving others himself? Ryo had lived too long in strife and uncertainty to merely relax and believe that the average servant lived in elegant rooms such as the one he was in now. So what did it all mean?

Thankfully, his chaotic thoughts were interrupted by an older, friendly woman servant who bustled in with a silver tray heavily laden with numerous fruits as well as steaming bread and a large saucer of honey. She smiled warmly at him when he stared at her with eyes wide in surprise at the elaborate spread before him. Setting the tray gingerly in his lap, she turned to make her way back through the tall door.

"Ummm, can you wait a moment?' he asked hesitantly. Turning on her heel she returned to his side with another perfectly sweet smile. It revealed the many fine lines in her face, showing her advancing age, but she still seemed a flurry of energy for all that.

"Yes, young master?" she asked politely. She couldn't help but laugh softly at the look of shock on the man's face. It hadn't surprised her that Dee would take the handsome, lean young man for his companion. However, the way he spoke of the blond stranger with such affinity and affection after only meeting him the day before had been a bit unexpected. Now that she had seen him for herself, though, the woman Dee often referred to as 'mother' could appreciate why he had been smitten so quickly. Not only were his looks quite striking with his sandy-blond hair contrasting his deep, almost black eyes, but he had a quiet, refined manner about him that underlied a warm and magnetic personality. As reserved as he seemed to be, there was a strength in him and a joy hiding just beneath the surface waiting to be awakened. 'Mother' prided herself on being a good judge of character and she immediately liked this man.

"Young master?" she repeated kindly when he remained silent.

"Why do you call me that?" Ryo asked, finding his voice after the initial shock of being addressed in such a manner.

"That's what you are," she replied simply, causing Ryo to smile despite himself.

"I think there might be a mistake. I arrived yesterday as a servant to this household," he explained.

"You may have arrived as such, but you are no longer to be addressed as a servant. You are my lord's companion," she said grinning as the man's face flushed crimson. Oh, this one is just too sweet, Mother thought to herself, Dee had better take things slowly with him. How such a man could come through so many hardships and still have enough propriety within him to blush at the idea of being another man's 'companion' amazed her.

"W-what does that mean? What-"

"My lord will be back later today and explain everything to you, I'm sure," she said simply and turned to leave. "Please eat now and regain your strength."

And then she was gone. Sighing, Ryo decided to resign himself to whatever lay ahead and try to enjoy his current comforts. Tomorrow would bring what it may.

After finishing his breakfast and finding his stomach pleasantly full, Ryo laid back down in bed and slipped off to sleep. He woke up later in the afternoon with a start to find the empty tray taken away and the room turning rather cool as the sun waned in the sky. He'd been on the edge of another disturbing dream, but he shook it from his mind. Stepping down from the bed, Ryo glanced about the room and was pleased to find a pale blue garment placed over one of the cushioned chairs. It was an odd feeling having his world change so dramatically from one day to the next. Somehow he felt as if he had dropped into a dream. As he tried unsuccessfully to wrap the light garment about his body, it seemed to Ryo that he'd been placed in a doll house, to be dressed and pampered, but still without any will of his own. Simply a plaything for another's pleasure. It probably wasn't far from the truth, he pondered.

As he fidgeted with the cloth, he realized his body was still filthy from his travels.

"I suppose you'd like a bath," he heard someone say,voicing his thoughts aloud and nearly causing Ryo to jump out of his skin.

"I didn't hear you," Ryo replied as he faced Dee who was slowly making his way toward him. Ryo saw a predatory grin grace the other man's lips as he tried in vain to cover his naked form.

"Don't bother with that until after you've been washed," said Dee, taking the garment out of Ryo's hands and tossing it aside, leaving Ryo's nude body exposed to him. "Hmmm..." Dee murmured to himself, pleased to see that Ryo's delicious blush extended to all parts of his body as he looked him over- until Ryo, as swiftly as he could without seeming impudent, pulled himself under the covers of the bed. The older man had to smother his laughter at Ryo's modesty.

Now that there was some space between him and the dark-haired man, Ryo felt a bit more at ease. As Dee sat himself into one of the wide chairs across the room, Ryo ventured a question, "What exactly does it mean that I'm your 'companion'?"

Mother must have said something, Dee thought. With a knowing smirk, he replied, "I'm not going to force you into my bed, if that's what you're worried about." A sigh of relief escaped Ryo's throat at this statement, although a faint blush returned to his cheeks at the mention of such intimate matters. The blond man looked so delightfully innocent that Dee couldn't help but exploit his naivete. Stepping next to the bed, he leaned down over Ryo, who had now backed away and was laying tangled in the bed sheets. Brushing his lips lightly along the younger man's ear Dee whispered, "I have ways to persuade you, I promise." He could almost feel the man beneath him give an involuntary shiver of anticipation. Again, Ryo's wonderfully artless response only served to inflame Dee's desire for the man further. "Am I right?" he asked in a husky voice, boldly drifting his hand down the silk sheet and between the other man's legs.

"Kyaaa!" cried Ryo, jumping as if burned and causing himself to tumble over the edge of the bed and fall onto the stone floor. Holding his stomach, Dee burst out laughing, unable to contain himself. The other man did not find it quite as funny and looked at him sulkily as he shyly climbed back into bed, rubbing his sore hip in the process.

"I'll call for your bath," Dee said, still giggling to himself. He would never be bored with this man by his side, he mused.

Although Ryo had assumed Dee would leave after calling for the water for his bath, he sat back down in the same chair, eying him like a cat watching a canary, as a large copper tub was brought inside and filled with steamy water. Ryo waited patiently for the last servant to leave then asked Dee softly, "Are you going to watch me?"

The other man paused a moment, seeming to consider his shy question as if it were a proposition. "No," he finally answered and when he stood up, Ryo started to walk over to the tub, presuming that Dee was indeed leaving. Lowering himself slowly into the inviting warmth of the clear water, he heard the click of the door as it closed and he sighed deeply. Even though he trusted that Dee wouldn't mistreat him, the charismatic man did hold a different kind of danger for him. Those brilliant green eyes of his were so penetrating, even now Ryo felt as if they were assessing him.

Opening his eyes, Ryo confirmed his suspicions. The darkly handsome man stood before him with a sly grin spreading over his lips. Careful not to sound as irritated as he felt, since this man was still his master, Ryo said, "I thought you weren't going to watch."

"I'm not," said Dee, holding up a block of soap in his hand. "I'm going to wash you."

*******Aren't I naughty?

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