Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Breaking Point ❯ Day 5 ( Chapter 5 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: inuyasha0102 
Day 5...life goes on...
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shoujo / Angst / Romance / Mystery / Drama / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 12.09.2008 | Pages: 5 | Words: 7.8K | Visits: 257 | Status: Work In Progress
Day 5...life goes on...
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shoujo / Angst / Romance / Mystery / Drama / Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 12.09.2008 | Pages: 5 | Words: 7.8K | Visits: 257 | Status: Work In Progress
Esme awoke to the light of morning filtering through the curtains at the far end of the room; he felt a little stiff and almost groaned at it until he found that Jamie was still curled very much against him. He smiled. So he hadn't left?
Jamie was still sleeping when Esme woke the next morning. He was tired. He shifted slightly and continued to sleep.
The immortal watched his purchase silently, he was so beautiful, how had no one realized this before him? How could that bastard Jones try to get rid of something so perfect? Leaning down, he kissed Jamie's eyelid before he very very carefully got up and laid a blanket over the sleeping slave.
Then he asked the maid to bring him a tray of coffee and some breakfast. He would treat the boy to a proper breakfast when he woke up.
Jamie slept for a bit longer. He slowly started to wake up. He was tired, but he realized that he was covered with a blanket. "Esme?" he asked softly as he slowly started to sit up.
Esme was sitting in a large fluffy looking chair, looking dignified as ever, his cane resting against the chair as he sipped slowly from a small teacup of coffee.
"Good morning", he said with a smile, motioning his hand to the tray of foods on the table before the couch that the slave had been sleeping on, "help yourself."
Jamie looked at Esme for a moment. Then he looked at the tray of food. He kept the blanket over the lower part of his body. "Thank you," he said to Esme. He didn't think he would be treated so nicely before in his life. He was glad about this though. He had finally found happiness.
Esme smiled lightly and reached for the cream, pouring some into his coffee.
"So I have plans tonight", he said softly, "it's just a noblety ball that I am entitled to go to every year or so and I was wondering..." He finished stirring his coffee and placed the spook on the saucer that his cup was supposed to be on.
"Would you mind going with me...as my date..."
Jamie started to eat some of the food. He blushed a bit. He swallowed the food and he looked at Esme. "Your date?" he asked, looking at him. "Are you sure you want to take a slave as your date?" He watched him for a moment.
Esme looked up suddenly.
"Why wouldn't I be sure?! Of course I am sure!"
Jamie thought for a moment. "All right," he said. "I'll go with you." He blushed a bit more before he continued to eat.
The immortal smiled and took another sip of his coffee.
"If we're going tonight, we're going to have to go shopping", he said lightly, "get you something flattering that actually fits, and get me something new..."
Jamie nodded a bit. "Oh, all right," he said to Esme. "Um, when are we going to go shopping?" He wanted to know when they were going.
Esme smiled lightly.
"As soon as you're done eating", he said sweetly.
Jamie smiled a little. "All right," he said. He started to eat again. This would be the first time he would be taken out of the house. He was glad that Esme trusted him enough.
Esme smiled as he watched the boy eagerly finish his food; his aim was to shock Jamie with how beautiful he actually could look when he took advantage of his looks. So far however, he hadn't done so and was eager to do it.
He wondered...
"I'm actually a little jealous of you", he said softly, "you're so beautiful when you're naked..."
...would Jamie call him beautiful back?
Jamie heard what Esme said and he blushed. "I'm no where near as beautiful as you are," he said to Esme. He had noticed a lot that he never talked about.
Esme blushed a little.
"Nonsense", he said softly, rumpling his hair. It had caught him off guard, he hadn't really expected the boy to tell him that.
Jamie heard what he said. "But it isn't nonsense," he said. "I'm not as beautiful as you think and all the scars I have, imperfections," he said softly.
The immortal smiled gently and stood, leaning over the table to kiss the boy gently on the mouth.
"You are beautiful to me, and it is my opinion that matters", he said softly, "now, if we are going out in public, I suggest we get you dressed, ne?"
Jamie kissed Esme back. He heard what he said. He blushed a bit.
"Yes, I should get dressed," he said softly, holding the blanket closer to his body.
Esme smiled and stood fully again before holding out his hand for the boy to take.
"Come along, let's see what my closet has for you", he said gently.
Jamie nodded a bit and he took Esme's hand. He got up, still holding the blanket to him.
"All right," he said. "Let's go then."
The master smiled at his slave, he was so damn cute sometimes. Leading the boy out of the den, he took him up the stairs and down the hall to his room.
"Choose anything you like", he said lightly again.
Jamie went with Esme. He would never be able to see Esme as his master. He did at first act like a master should to their slave, but now. He looked at Esme.
"Are you sure?" Jamie asked, looking at Esme.
The immortal smiled and nodded.
Jamie nodded a bit and then went into the closet. He looked around, wondering what he should wear. He thought for a moment and picked out a short Chinese dress and a pair of black pants to go with it.
Esme smiled, so the boy did have some fashion sense.
"Lovely", he said lightly, offering out his arm for the slave to take, as though he were an escort of a fine lady.
Jamie looked at Esme and he smiled a bit. He took a hold of Esme's arm. It was time to go. He was excited that he was getting to leave the estate. He wondered what he would wear to this ball tonight though. He didn't know what would be best. "Thanks," he said to him.
Esme took him to the most expensive part of town to find an outfit, he made Jamie try on nearly everything in that side of town but didn't try anything on, stating that 'he would get his turn later on' when asked about it. Tuxedos came and went, as did various other suits, pants and shirts.
Esme picked out things that looked good on Jamie that the boy never would have thought to wear himself, like the black silk shirt and embroidered half skirted slacks that he had made Jamie try on about half way through their shopping trip.
Jamie couldn't even count how many outfit's Esme had him try on. He was amazed at all the different things that he had to try on. He did notice too that Esme had not tried on anything.
Finally near the end of their day, Esme came up behind the slave as he was looking at clothes.
"What do you think?", he asked, "he was wearing a hip length greek top with a low cut back that showed off the immortal's effeminate figure rather well, He was also wearing tight, black, half skirted pants with what looked to be heeled boots. His hair was messed up in a cute way and he smiled as he waited for an answer, the jewled belt that hung half down his thigh glittering as it twirled slightly.
Jamie looked at Esme. He blushed a bit. "You look great," he said to him. The clothes matched Esme. He smiled a bit at him. Jamie could never pull off a look like that.
Esme smiled lightly and paced over to the slave.
"I'm sure you could, with the right amount of booze", he teased before pulling something of a school uniform style tuxedo off the rack and offering it to the boy.
"Try this on", he ordered gently.
Jamie looked at Esme for a moment and he laughed a little. He took the tuxedo from Esme. "All right," he said and went to the dressing rooms so he could change. He got into the tuxedo and looked at himself in the mirror. He didn't think he looked good in tuxedos at all. He hated such formal attire. He came out. "What do you think?" he asked.
"You look handsome", Esme said with a smile, "but maybe we should just go with slacks and a jacket, they're more comfortable and no doubt you will like it a little more.
Jamie looked at Esme. He blushed a bit. "I would be more comfortable in slacks and a jacket," he said to Esme honestly. He went back into the changing room and changed back into the clothes he had been wearing. Then he returned to Esme's side.
The immortal then went and returned his clothes to what they had been before and bought his outfit before picking out a nice sleek pair of black slacks and a matching jacket. The sales clerk smiled cutely.
"Going somewhere nice? An anniversary perhaps?"
Jamie looked at Esme for a moment. He didn't know what the thing was they were going to. He remained silent and shifted his gaze to the ground. He knew it was a fancy ball, but he didn't know what kind.
Esme smiled at her, his beauty seeming to catch her off guard.
"No, nothing like that at all...", the reply seemed cold, even though his smile, voice and eyes didn't change in regards to her question.
Taking their bags, the older male took Jamie's hand and led him out of the store and onto the street. People watched Esme like the angel that he was. This was why he didn't come out of the house very often, maids did his shopping, which was why most of his clothes looked the same. The few outfits that looked utterly outragious, but looked wonderful on him, were hand picked by him.
"I wish they would stop staring at me", he mumbled.
Jamie noticed people staring at Esme as well. He heard what he said and he sighed softly. "Would you people quit staring?!" he shouted. "Stupid vultures!" That should at least avert their stares.. He hoped.
Esme stared at Jamie as he yelled at the crowd, no one, not even his parents had done such a thing for him before. His father had always said that they were in the public eye because of his job, there was nothing they could do about it. Obviously Jamie did not agree with their words. For some reason, he suddenly felt selfish and embarassed; and he blushed slightly girlishly.
Jamie did not agree with that. He hated when people stared. It was rude to do so and it was really getting on his nerves that people didn't have much common sense to know otherwise.
"People need to mind their own business and stop being so rude," he said, not realizing that he had embarrassed Esme.
Esme couldn't help but smile as Jamie spoke; without a word, he gently wrapped his arm around the boys, giving him a gentle kiss on the ear before whispering into it.
"Thank you..."
Jamie blushed a little bit. He looked at Esme for a moment. He smiled softly at him. "No problem," he said. "No need to thank me."
"But I will, properly, later", the immortal crooned back, giving the boys earlobe a gentle, unseen nip before he pulled away and got into their waiting means of transportation.
Jamie blushed quite a bit when he heard what Esme said. He got into their means of transportation as well. He was actually pretty excited about the upcoming ball. He just hoped he could behave well in front of other people.
When they got back to the estate, Esme went horse back riding, telling Jamie that he could look around a bit while he was gone and when he got back they would get ready for the ball.
Jamie heard what Esme said and he nodded a bit. He watched Esme ride off and then went inside. He wanted to look at the kitchen, but he remembered what Esme had said about the chiefs. He sighed softly and wondered where he hadn't been in the house yet.
One of the maids told him about Esme's mother's library, it was said to be hidden and that no one but Esme and the former lady had ever been there. It was the perfect thing to try to find.
Jamie thanked the maid and then went off to search for the library. This was going to be a fun search. He wanted to see this library now.
Esme patted the horse's neck as he got off it's back.
The halls of the house seemed to be an endless maze as one walked through them. There were places that even the maids and butlers that had been working there all their lives hadn't gotten to. The house was a direct representation of the amount of money, Esme's father had acquired over his lifetime.
Jamie was good at memorizing details so he was able to make his way through the endless maze, looking in different rooms that he had never been in before. He smiled a bit and wondered what he was going to do. He just hoped that he wasn't being lead on a wild goose chase.
After an hour of searching, at the end of a long hallway, there was a large carved wood door with gold inlays that read something in latin. Inside was the largest, most elegant library that one could imagine. Books lined the walls all the way to the ceiling, and one long golden staircase circled the whole room.
Esme returned to the house soon after returning the horse to the stable. Jamie was no where to be found, when he asked a maid, she told him that he had gone exploring, probably looking for the lost library. He nodded and started towards the hidden location.
Jamie looked at door. He went into it and saw the elegant library. "Wow," he said softly. He had never seen a library like this. It was so big and he had never seen so many books in one place at once. "This amazing."
Esme snuck up on the boy, watching as he admired the huge library.
"I'm glad you like it", he said gently, "my father built it for my mother when they first married..."
Jamie jumped a bit. He blushed a bit and looked at Esme. "It's a very nice library. I've never seen one so big before," he said to him.
The immortal smiled gently and advanced into the room. My mother loved books and learning, so my father built her a library to be her haven. My mother had many hobbies, and the places where she spent her days are still on the grounds. You've seen her garden, and now her library, she's the one that asked for the stables to be build, and there is a small church on the grounds as well as a hortoculture green house." Pacing to one of the shelves he pointed at one of the engravings that lined all of the shelves in a continuous strand.
"Ut meus diligo a tabulatium teneo vestri curator. To my love, a library to hold your curiosities."
Jamie looked at Esme and he listened carefully. "Oh, I see," he said to Esme. He listened to the saying and smiled at him. "I'm sorry about the bed. I didn't know then and I didn't think you would actually try to pull through them." He felt bad about it.
Esme shrugged, he had wanted to keep the bed the way it was when his parents had been alive, but he supposed that now he would have to fix it.
"It's alright", he said gently before turning with a smile, "now let's go get ready, I will even do your hair!"
Jamie looked at Esme for a moment. "Oh, right, we do need to go get ready," he said and walked over to Esme. "Do my hair? What can you do with my hair though?"
The immortal grinned.
"I'm sure we can think of something", he said brightly before taking the boys hand and half dragging him out of the library and back down the maze of corridors and hallways, veering them into a small hidden passage before emerging in the hall that his bedroom was in.
Jamie went with Esme. Once they were in the hall that Esme's bedroom was in, he looked at Esme. "That passage is convenient," he said to him.
"My father had it built for butlers to get up here quicker, I found it when I was ten and have been using it ever since." Giving a pretty smile, he pulled the boy just a little closer before leading him to the bed where their clothes had been laid out by maids.
Jamie heard what Esme said. He walked over to the clothes. "Should we do the hair thing first or get dressed first?" he asked, looking at Esme. "What do you think I would look like with long hair?" The question was sudden.
Esme thought about it for a moment before smiling.
"I think you would look nice", he said lightly; reaching up to play with the boys hair, "We'll do hair first, that way it wont mess up your clothing. Bathroom, towel, tub, now." he directed, wheeling him into said room.
Jamie looked at Esme and he nodded a bit. "All right," he said. He went into the bathroom and got a towel.. "Bath or shower or what?" he asked, looking at Esme.
Oh how tempting was that? Esme gave a smirk, biting down certain things that he wanted so badly to say. He wanted to tell him that they were going to shower together, but in all reality they didn't have time for any of that.
"Just wet your hair down in the tub", he said gently as he shifted through the drawers of the vanity to get a brush.
Jamie thought for a moment and he nodded a bit. "All right," he said and started to run the water in the tub. He took off the Chinese dress and then he started to wet down his hair.
The immortal smiled as he watched the boy work, he was beautiful even from behing, Esme wanted nothing more than to kiss every inch of the flesh that was being inadvertantly shown to him.
"When you think your hair is wet enough, come and sit on the stool please."
Jamie listened carefully and he continued to wet his hair. Soon, he was sure that his hair was wet enough. He got up and went over to the stool. He sat down and looked at Esme. "Now what?" he asked softly.
Esme stepped around the slave and gently started brushing his hair back, getting it snarl free before putting some styling gell in it and brushing it back again so that it was in a formal male style. The kind one would wear to school.
"There, done.", he said lightly.
Jamie blushed a bit. He shut his eyes as Esme styled his hair. He waited for him to be done before he looked at himself in the mirror. "I look like some kind of school boy," he said to Esme.
The immortal set to styling his own hair, not really much more than fluffing it with his fingers and spraying some hairspray in it and letting it curl ever so sligtly. When he was done he turned and pouted at the boy.
"Is that a problem?"
Jamie looked at Esme. "I'm just not used to this," he said to him. "Plus, I look younger with this hair style." He wondered if that was a good thing.
Esme smiled cutely and leaned over to kiss the boy.
"I think you look handsome, you'll be forcing off ladies all night", he said sweetly, "C'mon, lets go get dressed." Jamie really would have women hanging on him all night, Esme knew the kinds of louses that went to these parties if only to be seen with the best of the best. They were sluts in fancy clothes, he personally disliked them, especially when they were hitting on him.
Jamie heard what Esme said and he blushed a bit. "I don't want ladies all over me," he said softly. He nodded a bit and went back to the bed room. He got dressed, being careful not to mess up his hair.
When Esme finished dressing, he looked to be something of a model, far more elegant than he normally looked, though that could have been the effeminate clothes that he was wearing.
"What do you think?"
Jamie blushed a bit. "You look very nice," he said to Esme. He didn't know how he looked in the outfit he had on or if they went well with the hair style. He was trying to hide the blush on his face
Esme smiled and pressed his lips to the boys forcefully; his hands coming up to hold onto the boys neck, being careful of his hair. Letting his mouth travel down, the immortal nibbled down his throat.
"You should wear a tie with that", he mumbled against the soft flesh, "but it would be a crime to cover up your cute neck."
Jamie let out a gasp. He blushed quite a bit. He shut his eyes and listened carefully. "So, tie or no tie?" he asked softly.
The immortal kissed the boys pulse and pulled away.
"No tie, that way I can look at it all night..."
Jamie blushed quite a bit. He looked at Esme and nodded. "All right," he said softly. "Should we be heading out soon?"
Esme checked the time; it was getting late.
"Yes, actually, we nee to hurry up." Promptly grabbing them both a jacket from his closet, a mens over coat for Jamie and a dress coat for himself, he ushered the slave out the door and down the hall.
The limo was waiting for them when they exited the house.
Jamie listened carefully. He put the over coat on. Then he went with Esme and looked at the limo. "Just to let you know, I have no idea how I will behave at this thing," he said to him.
Esme smiled lightly and kissed the boys hand.
"Just be as good as you can and I will handle it, okay?", he opened the door for the boy to get in.
Jamie blushed a bit more. Then he nodded a bit. "All right," he said and got into the limo and waited for Esme to get in.
The immortal slid into the car, not saying anything to the driver who obviously already knew where to go.
Jamie shut his eyes for a few moments. He wasn't sure how long it would take them to get to where they were going.
Esme stared out the window as the car pulled away from the estate.
Jamie wondered what kind of people would be at this ball and what he would have to be like to be accepted by them. He just hoped that none of Harrold's goons had been invited.
"You look upset", Esme said softly, "are you nervous?"
Jamie looked at Esme for a moment. "Oh, um, I am a little nervous. I don't want to embarrass you," he said softly.
The immortal smiled and leaned over to lay his head on the boys shoulder.
"You will do fine, just relax", kissing the underside of his jaw and laying there silently.
Jamie looked at Esme for a moment. He nodded a bit. He relaxed and waited to arrive at the place. He hoped that he would do fine like Esme said. The only thing he feared was the fact that a lot of the people who formally owned him would be there...
Finally the car pulled to a stop outside of a large hotel, one that only the richest of tenants could afford to stay in. The door was opened for Esme and he got out, offering his effeminately gloved hand for the slave to take. It looked like a celebrity studded party there was press lining the walk way in.
Jamie took Esme's hand. He got out of the car and saw how big this party was actually going to be. He didn't know what to do or say. He was honestly scared at this point. He wondered if his former owners would be here. Of course, his first owner and Harrold would not be here, but still. There were a lot of others.
Smiling sweetly, he led the boy, some of the reporters gasped, mumbling something about Esme smiling. He had never smiled in public, at least not since his parents had died. gently wrapping his arm around the slave's arm as though he were being escorted, the immortal mumbled softly to Jamie.
"Just lead the way through the front doors, then we will be out of the press's eyes and I will explain a bit more to you, okay?"
Jamie had no idea why he was leading.. Esme was his master, right? People would know that Jamie was a slave. He was supposed to be lead. He nodded a bit and obeyed quietly. He didn't make eye contact with anyone and lead the way to the front door as if he was escorting Esme.
When they made it through the door, Esme pulled the slave to the side gently removing his coat and handing it off to the coat check before starting to remove his own coat.
"These people love to hear themselves talk, so if you get separated from me, just stand and listen to whatever the person is saying before asking if they have seen me." He smiled gently before leaning suggestively against the counter in a way that showed his figure off.
"You will get hit on, and I will get hit on", reaching up, he tugged the boy down by his collar, a coy smile on his face, his mouth barely away from the boys lips, "so try not to get jealous; I will make it worth your while later."
Jamie listened carefully. If he had to listen to people talk on and on, he was probably going to go crazy. He listened carefully. Getting hit on. That was great. He heard what he said and then took the risk, kissing Esme passionately. Then he pulled away and fixed his collar. "I am not the one you need to worry about getting jealous," he said to him.
Esme smirked.
"Then who do I have to worry about?", he asked, arching his body forward a little, showing himself off even more, lidded eyes watching Jamie like a hawk would prey.
Jamie looked at Esme for a moment as if surprised he didn't know.
"You can't be serious," he said and then sighed. "You have to worry about yourself not getting jealous."
Esme smirked and slunk around the boy and offering his hand to the boy again as he headed towards the grand ballroom.
Jamie looked at Esme and he smiled a bit. He took Esme's hand. The only worries he had was if someone touched him in the wrong way.. Then Jamie would probably get violent.
Esme smiled gently at him, taking his arm and leading him like a girl at her senior prom, eager do dance as he pulled him to the dance floor and wrapped his arms around the slave's neck.
"You're doing splendidly", he said softly as he let the younger male lead.
Jamie looked at Esme and he wondered what he was going to do. He noticed that Esme was having him take the lead. "Esme, I don't know how to dance," he said softly. He had never been taught because he had only been used for sexual purposes.
"Just follow after me", the immortal said softly, taking a step backwards, making it look like Jamie was leading as they danced around the floor.
"Yes that's exactly right", he said as he gave the boy an elegant smile.
"Esme~!"
Suddenly they were pulled apart as a rather sleek looking man who seemed to know Esme pulled the immortal away from his partner for a dance. Esme cast a hesitant glance that said 'help me' back at the slave.
Jamie was following Esme's lead though it looked like he was leading. He hoped that he didn't look bad. Then he stumbled when his dance partner was taken away. He saw the help me and he wondered who the man was.
He moved and he stole Esme back from the man. "Who was he?" he asked Esme.
Esme giggled and wrapped his arms around the slave's neck, not wanting to be taken away from him again.
"He's one of my father's friends, he's known me forever and insists on dancing with me at least once every time one of these comes along." He said the words so that the slave would be able to hear them above the soft music, but not loud enough for anyone else to hear, not even the gossips that were no doubt sitting at the edge of the dance floor, straining their thirsty ears to catch a drink of what the world around them was doing in their personal lives.
Jamie danced with Esme. He hoped he didn't see any former masters here. There would be quite a bit of drama if there were. He would probably end up hurting someone before the night was over if that was the case.
When the waltz ended, Esme gently walked with Jamie to the tables where he placed himself gently on one side of the table that had his name beside it before motioning for Jamie to sit in the seat beside him that read guest.
Jamie sat down in the chair. He wondered what he should do. This was so weird. He had no idea what he was going to do. He sighed softly and thought about a few things. There would be trouble tonight, he could feel it, but he didn't tell Esme because he didn't want to seem like he wanted to leave.
After having a small drink, Esme grimaced at Jamie and mumbled something about having to mingle or he would never hear the end of it before making his graceful way to some of the other dignitaries. He looked so much more elegant than they did, so out of place against their makeup and smoking pipes, he needed none of their enhancements to look beautiful and it was obvious that some of the women didn't like that fact.
Jamie looked at Esme and watched him leave. He shut his eyes and wondered what he should do. This was going to be a boring party. He didn't know if he should follow Esme or stay behind.
A man, actually one of Jamie's many former master's, walked over to Esme. He was drunk. "You're pretty," he said to Esme.
Esme glared at the man for a moment before backing away.
"Excuse me, I'm here with someone", he said hostilly, the man grabbed Esme's arm.
"C'mon, don't act that way~", he hissed, turning the beautiful immortal to face him.
"Let go of me"Esme tried to pull away and the man physically forced him to face him, "ah hey!"
The man smiled. "Oh come on beautiful, I like them feisty," he said smirking. He was actually a pretty strong man.
Jamie was making his chair stand on the two back legs. He was balancing himself and then he lost his balance and fell. He winced a bit and rolled off of the fallen chair. He rubbed his head and felt kind of stupid. Oh well. No one had been paying attention to him, or had they?
Esme tried to wrench his arm away.
"I said let me go!", he snapped, though his attempt was fruitless.
The man continued to smirk. "Oh, come on. It's not like your date will be jealous," he said. He refused to let go. "Not like he is paying any attention. You're table is empty."
Jamie was still on the floor so the blond was out of sight of both Esme and the man he was with.
Esme didn't like where this was going, he pulled at his arm again, trying to pry the man's fingers away from his skin.
"LET GO OF ME!", he snapped again.
The man laughed at Esme's attempts to get his arm free. Maybe this had been what Jamie had felt like when he was weaker than he was now. "Blonds are my favorite kind of victim's," he said.
Jamie heard someone yell and he recognized it to be Esme's voice. He got up and looked in the direction that Esme had gone. He wondered what was going on. Then he looked at the man Esme was with. It was one of his former master's.
Esme tried to back away from the man, but he pursued, his grip on the immortal's arm growing tight.
Jamie didn't even think before he acted. Maybe he should have. He knew that Esme was stronger than the man. Why was he holding back? That was a good question. He moved quickly, apparently unnoticed by the man who was too focused on Esme. He didn't even care what he did. He literally bit into the man's arm, to make him let go of Esme.
The man winced and he let go after being bitten. Then he slapped Jamie hard across the face, causing the blond slave to fall to the ground.
As though someone flipped a switch, Esme immediately punched the man hard enough to break his neck. No one hurt what was his, no one had that right! He hit him over and over.
The man was surprised when Esme attacked him. He had thought Esme to be weak because he hadn't really tried to get away or was trying and couldn't. He tried blocking blows, though he was stunned and hurt from the first hit.
Jamie touched his now red cheek gingerly. Then he pulled his hand away and saw blood on his fingers. He now had a cut on his face because the man's ring had cut him. Then he realized that Esme was going to kill the man if he kept going. "Esme stop!" he shouted to him. He would feel bad if his reputation got ruined because of him.
Esme growled at the man in an unholy way, his eyes flashing as his anger was evident.
"You dare touch him?! You dare hurt him?! I was holding back for your sake, be glad for that", getting up, he glided elegantly away, leaving the scared little man on the floor.
Jamie got up and he walked to the table. He grabbed a napkin, not really caring that it was a fancy one and he put it to his bleeding cheek. He was glad that Esme had stopped. It would be awful to see that outcome of that. That man would be hurting for days and Jamie knew first hand because he knew how Esme got when he was pissed and when he beat someone or something.
Catching the boy, Esme pulled the napkin away from Jamie's face and gently lapped up the small trickle of blood that was advancing down the boys cheek.
"Are you alright?", he asked gently.
Jamie looked at Esme for a moment. "Yes, I'm fine. Just trying to get the bleeding to stop," he said to him softly. He was used to abuse and that showed. He wasn't really affected by the fact that he was bleeding.
Wrapping his arms around Jamie's neck, he held him close.
Jamie placed the napkin back onto his cheek to apply pressure so he would stop bleeding. He didn't care if he was getting these fancy napkins bloody. He just wondered if this was what he had had the bad feeling about, or if it was something else entirely.
Leaning up to give the boy a chaste kiss on the mouth, ignoring the gasp that escaped the crowd before a cold voice came forward.
"So the cold, calculating, unemotional Esme, has fallen in love...", the voice sent a shiver down both of their spines and Esme turned to see a sleek oily looking man come from within the crowd, smoking a cigarette as he paced towards the pair. His eyes widened when they landed on Jamie.
"You!", he gasped.
Jamie kissed Esme back. He heard the voice and he didn't really look at the man until the You was gasped. He looked over. He rubbed his temple lightly. Just how many of his former owners were here. This guy he had sent to the hospital for a few weeks. "I see I did no permanent damage," he said to the man, not really caring if he was disrespectful to the man or not.
he man glared and advanced on Jamie before Esme stepped in his way.
"Did you need something?", he asked; the man ignored him.
"How dare you!", he yelled at Jamie, "you obey this child as though it were just natural; yet you were hell when I bought you!"
Jamie yawned a bit as if he was bored of hearing the man talk. "I believe that I have no obligation to answer that. Though, I will say that I did put him through hell too, you are just a chicken shit that can't take a beating," he spoke in a calm and collected tone. He wasn't going to tell the man that they were actually lovers now and that Esme had done things differently in the way he got him to obey.
The man glared.
"You lie!", grabbing Esme's arm and threatening to break it, "this weak child can't have possibly gotten you to obey! There must be another reason!", very suddenly Esme had a knife to the man's jugular, the point pressing in dangerously.
"You would do well to release me, Sir", he did and Esme turned to go back to Jamie before the sound of a gunshot was heard and Esme hit the floor, blood dripping from his head.
Silence filled the room as the man lowered his gun and stared at the unmoving figure on the floor, whose blood was pooling on the cold tile floor.
Jamie couldn't believe what had just happened. He hadn't actually expected the man to shoot Esme. This was not good. This was like losing all that he loved.. All that he cared about, but he couldn't react. Jamie was in a state of shock. Esme.. Was he dead? No, he had said he couldn't die! He couldn't be.. He glared at the man who had shot Esme. "You bastard!" he shouted at him. "What the hell did you do that for?!" Was this because of him? Had Esme been shot because of Jamie?
There was a coughing noise, then Esme slowly rose, blood dripping down his face before he turned and looked at the man with a masochistic smile. He laughed like a maniac before vaulting on the man, pinning him and biting his ear suggestively. His voice was soft and sultry as he gently peeled the gun from within the man's fingers and pulled the hammer back.
"Oooooh, naughty boy...", he rose and sat on the man's chest, his face close to his as he pressed the barrel of the gun to the man's fore head, "what you do to me, I get to do to you~" He gave a chaotic laugh as the man began to plead, but it was too late. The man pinched his eyes shut and Esme pulled the trigger, listening to the gun give off a clicking noise as no bullet was fired. The man all but fainted and Esme laughed again, thoroughly enjoying himself. The blood running down his face, dripped from his chin and was staining his lovely clothes.
Jamie was surprised how cynical Esme was being. He was really surprised. He had never seen Esme like this before and it scared him a bit.He was still in a state of shock, not sure what all he could do at this point. Everything was quiet in the room other than the laughter that was emanating from Esme. It was so weird. Was this the bad thing? The bad feeling that he had had?
Getting up then, Esme advanced on Jamie, dropping the gun and pressing him tight to the wall before his mouth came down, dark and hungry on the slave's lips. His hands smeared bloody streaks on Jamie's face as he kissed him. He wanted to be comforted, he wanted to be held and loved, he was terrified and he was reacting the way he always did when he was scared, by being cruel.
Jamie watched Esme and he didn't know what Esme was going to do right now. He was scared. He felt the warm blood that was on his face now. He didn't know what to do. He pulled away from Esme, only to be stopped mainly by the wall. "E-Esme, are you all right?" he asked, not sure what exactly Esme wanted.
Esme laughed.
"Of course I am okay", he wasn't okay, he was collapsing, falling apart like a child, his eyes betrayed him and he knew it. His head hurt, he wanted desperately to go home; his hands were holding so tightly to Jamie that he was sure that he was hurting him.
"I love you", he said softly, burrying himself against the younger male's body.
Jamie winced a little since Esme was holding onto him tightly. Why was he holding onto him so tightly. "E-Esme, you're hurting me," he said softly. He heard what Esme said and he wondered what he should say. "I love you too." He did love Esme, but he didn't want to be hurt anymore tonight.
Esme's grip gently released and he cuddled against the other boy. A gasp came through the crowd.
Jamie was glad that Esme's grip became more gentle. He could hear the whispers that was going through the crowd. Some looked like they were disgusted by the display and some looked scared. Some even looked jealous because Jamie was with Esme. "Esme, we should go," he said softly.
Esme nodded and pulled away waiting to take Jamie's arm and gently tugging him out of the room. There would be reprocussions, he knew this. But he found that as he fell asleep against Jamie on the ride home, he didn't care. They would deal with the ripples of this droplet later on.
Jamie was still sleeping when Esme woke the next morning. He was tired. He shifted slightly and continued to sleep.
The immortal watched his purchase silently, he was so beautiful, how had no one realized this before him? How could that bastard Jones try to get rid of something so perfect? Leaning down, he kissed Jamie's eyelid before he very very carefully got up and laid a blanket over the sleeping slave.
Then he asked the maid to bring him a tray of coffee and some breakfast. He would treat the boy to a proper breakfast when he woke up.
Jamie slept for a bit longer. He slowly started to wake up. He was tired, but he realized that he was covered with a blanket. "Esme?" he asked softly as he slowly started to sit up.
Esme was sitting in a large fluffy looking chair, looking dignified as ever, his cane resting against the chair as he sipped slowly from a small teacup of coffee.
"Good morning", he said with a smile, motioning his hand to the tray of foods on the table before the couch that the slave had been sleeping on, "help yourself."
Jamie looked at Esme for a moment. Then he looked at the tray of food. He kept the blanket over the lower part of his body. "Thank you," he said to Esme. He didn't think he would be treated so nicely before in his life. He was glad about this though. He had finally found happiness.
Esme smiled lightly and reached for the cream, pouring some into his coffee.
"So I have plans tonight", he said softly, "it's just a noblety ball that I am entitled to go to every year or so and I was wondering..." He finished stirring his coffee and placed the spook on the saucer that his cup was supposed to be on.
"Would you mind going with me...as my date..."
Jamie started to eat some of the food. He blushed a bit. He swallowed the food and he looked at Esme. "Your date?" he asked, looking at him. "Are you sure you want to take a slave as your date?" He watched him for a moment.
Esme looked up suddenly.
"Why wouldn't I be sure?! Of course I am sure!"
Jamie thought for a moment. "All right," he said. "I'll go with you." He blushed a bit more before he continued to eat.
The immortal smiled and took another sip of his coffee.
"If we're going tonight, we're going to have to go shopping", he said lightly, "get you something flattering that actually fits, and get me something new..."
Jamie nodded a bit. "Oh, all right," he said to Esme. "Um, when are we going to go shopping?" He wanted to know when they were going.
Esme smiled lightly.
"As soon as you're done eating", he said sweetly.
Jamie smiled a little. "All right," he said. He started to eat again. This would be the first time he would be taken out of the house. He was glad that Esme trusted him enough.
Esme smiled as he watched the boy eagerly finish his food; his aim was to shock Jamie with how beautiful he actually could look when he took advantage of his looks. So far however, he hadn't done so and was eager to do it.
He wondered...
"I'm actually a little jealous of you", he said softly, "you're so beautiful when you're naked..."
...would Jamie call him beautiful back?
Jamie heard what Esme said and he blushed. "I'm no where near as beautiful as you are," he said to Esme. He had noticed a lot that he never talked about.
Esme blushed a little.
"Nonsense", he said softly, rumpling his hair. It had caught him off guard, he hadn't really expected the boy to tell him that.
Jamie heard what he said. "But it isn't nonsense," he said. "I'm not as beautiful as you think and all the scars I have, imperfections," he said softly.
The immortal smiled gently and stood, leaning over the table to kiss the boy gently on the mouth.
"You are beautiful to me, and it is my opinion that matters", he said softly, "now, if we are going out in public, I suggest we get you dressed, ne?"
Jamie kissed Esme back. He heard what he said. He blushed a bit.
"Yes, I should get dressed," he said softly, holding the blanket closer to his body.
Esme smiled and stood fully again before holding out his hand for the boy to take.
"Come along, let's see what my closet has for you", he said gently.
Jamie nodded a bit and he took Esme's hand. He got up, still holding the blanket to him.
"All right," he said. "Let's go then."
The master smiled at his slave, he was so damn cute sometimes. Leading the boy out of the den, he took him up the stairs and down the hall to his room.
"Choose anything you like", he said lightly again.
Jamie went with Esme. He would never be able to see Esme as his master. He did at first act like a master should to their slave, but now. He looked at Esme.
"Are you sure?" Jamie asked, looking at Esme.
The immortal smiled and nodded.
Jamie nodded a bit and then went into the closet. He looked around, wondering what he should wear. He thought for a moment and picked out a short Chinese dress and a pair of black pants to go with it.
Esme smiled, so the boy did have some fashion sense.
"Lovely", he said lightly, offering out his arm for the slave to take, as though he were an escort of a fine lady.
Jamie looked at Esme and he smiled a bit. He took a hold of Esme's arm. It was time to go. He was excited that he was getting to leave the estate. He wondered what he would wear to this ball tonight though. He didn't know what would be best. "Thanks," he said to him.
Esme took him to the most expensive part of town to find an outfit, he made Jamie try on nearly everything in that side of town but didn't try anything on, stating that 'he would get his turn later on' when asked about it. Tuxedos came and went, as did various other suits, pants and shirts.
Esme picked out things that looked good on Jamie that the boy never would have thought to wear himself, like the black silk shirt and embroidered half skirted slacks that he had made Jamie try on about half way through their shopping trip.
Jamie couldn't even count how many outfit's Esme had him try on. He was amazed at all the different things that he had to try on. He did notice too that Esme had not tried on anything.
Finally near the end of their day, Esme came up behind the slave as he was looking at clothes.
"What do you think?", he asked, "he was wearing a hip length greek top with a low cut back that showed off the immortal's effeminate figure rather well, He was also wearing tight, black, half skirted pants with what looked to be heeled boots. His hair was messed up in a cute way and he smiled as he waited for an answer, the jewled belt that hung half down his thigh glittering as it twirled slightly.
Jamie looked at Esme. He blushed a bit. "You look great," he said to him. The clothes matched Esme. He smiled a bit at him. Jamie could never pull off a look like that.
Esme smiled lightly and paced over to the slave.
"I'm sure you could, with the right amount of booze", he teased before pulling something of a school uniform style tuxedo off the rack and offering it to the boy.
"Try this on", he ordered gently.
Jamie looked at Esme for a moment and he laughed a little. He took the tuxedo from Esme. "All right," he said and went to the dressing rooms so he could change. He got into the tuxedo and looked at himself in the mirror. He didn't think he looked good in tuxedos at all. He hated such formal attire. He came out. "What do you think?" he asked.
"You look handsome", Esme said with a smile, "but maybe we should just go with slacks and a jacket, they're more comfortable and no doubt you will like it a little more.
Jamie looked at Esme. He blushed a bit. "I would be more comfortable in slacks and a jacket," he said to Esme honestly. He went back into the changing room and changed back into the clothes he had been wearing. Then he returned to Esme's side.
The immortal then went and returned his clothes to what they had been before and bought his outfit before picking out a nice sleek pair of black slacks and a matching jacket. The sales clerk smiled cutely.
"Going somewhere nice? An anniversary perhaps?"
Jamie looked at Esme for a moment. He didn't know what the thing was they were going to. He remained silent and shifted his gaze to the ground. He knew it was a fancy ball, but he didn't know what kind.
Esme smiled at her, his beauty seeming to catch her off guard.
"No, nothing like that at all...", the reply seemed cold, even though his smile, voice and eyes didn't change in regards to her question.
Taking their bags, the older male took Jamie's hand and led him out of the store and onto the street. People watched Esme like the angel that he was. This was why he didn't come out of the house very often, maids did his shopping, which was why most of his clothes looked the same. The few outfits that looked utterly outragious, but looked wonderful on him, were hand picked by him.
"I wish they would stop staring at me", he mumbled.
Jamie noticed people staring at Esme as well. He heard what he said and he sighed softly. "Would you people quit staring?!" he shouted. "Stupid vultures!" That should at least avert their stares.. He hoped.
Esme stared at Jamie as he yelled at the crowd, no one, not even his parents had done such a thing for him before. His father had always said that they were in the public eye because of his job, there was nothing they could do about it. Obviously Jamie did not agree with their words. For some reason, he suddenly felt selfish and embarassed; and he blushed slightly girlishly.
Jamie did not agree with that. He hated when people stared. It was rude to do so and it was really getting on his nerves that people didn't have much common sense to know otherwise.
"People need to mind their own business and stop being so rude," he said, not realizing that he had embarrassed Esme.
Esme couldn't help but smile as Jamie spoke; without a word, he gently wrapped his arm around the boys, giving him a gentle kiss on the ear before whispering into it.
"Thank you..."
Jamie blushed a little bit. He looked at Esme for a moment. He smiled softly at him. "No problem," he said. "No need to thank me."
"But I will, properly, later", the immortal crooned back, giving the boys earlobe a gentle, unseen nip before he pulled away and got into their waiting means of transportation.
Jamie blushed quite a bit when he heard what Esme said. He got into their means of transportation as well. He was actually pretty excited about the upcoming ball. He just hoped he could behave well in front of other people.
When they got back to the estate, Esme went horse back riding, telling Jamie that he could look around a bit while he was gone and when he got back they would get ready for the ball.
Jamie heard what Esme said and he nodded a bit. He watched Esme ride off and then went inside. He wanted to look at the kitchen, but he remembered what Esme had said about the chiefs. He sighed softly and wondered where he hadn't been in the house yet.
One of the maids told him about Esme's mother's library, it was said to be hidden and that no one but Esme and the former lady had ever been there. It was the perfect thing to try to find.
Jamie thanked the maid and then went off to search for the library. This was going to be a fun search. He wanted to see this library now.
Esme patted the horse's neck as he got off it's back.
The halls of the house seemed to be an endless maze as one walked through them. There were places that even the maids and butlers that had been working there all their lives hadn't gotten to. The house was a direct representation of the amount of money, Esme's father had acquired over his lifetime.
Jamie was good at memorizing details so he was able to make his way through the endless maze, looking in different rooms that he had never been in before. He smiled a bit and wondered what he was going to do. He just hoped that he wasn't being lead on a wild goose chase.
After an hour of searching, at the end of a long hallway, there was a large carved wood door with gold inlays that read something in latin. Inside was the largest, most elegant library that one could imagine. Books lined the walls all the way to the ceiling, and one long golden staircase circled the whole room.
Esme returned to the house soon after returning the horse to the stable. Jamie was no where to be found, when he asked a maid, she told him that he had gone exploring, probably looking for the lost library. He nodded and started towards the hidden location.
Jamie looked at door. He went into it and saw the elegant library. "Wow," he said softly. He had never seen a library like this. It was so big and he had never seen so many books in one place at once. "This amazing."
Esme snuck up on the boy, watching as he admired the huge library.
"I'm glad you like it", he said gently, "my father built it for my mother when they first married..."
Jamie jumped a bit. He blushed a bit and looked at Esme. "It's a very nice library. I've never seen one so big before," he said to him.
The immortal smiled gently and advanced into the room. My mother loved books and learning, so my father built her a library to be her haven. My mother had many hobbies, and the places where she spent her days are still on the grounds. You've seen her garden, and now her library, she's the one that asked for the stables to be build, and there is a small church on the grounds as well as a hortoculture green house." Pacing to one of the shelves he pointed at one of the engravings that lined all of the shelves in a continuous strand.
"Ut meus diligo a tabulatium teneo vestri curator. To my love, a library to hold your curiosities."
Jamie looked at Esme and he listened carefully. "Oh, I see," he said to Esme. He listened to the saying and smiled at him. "I'm sorry about the bed. I didn't know then and I didn't think you would actually try to pull through them." He felt bad about it.
Esme shrugged, he had wanted to keep the bed the way it was when his parents had been alive, but he supposed that now he would have to fix it.
"It's alright", he said gently before turning with a smile, "now let's go get ready, I will even do your hair!"
Jamie looked at Esme for a moment. "Oh, right, we do need to go get ready," he said and walked over to Esme. "Do my hair? What can you do with my hair though?"
The immortal grinned.
"I'm sure we can think of something", he said brightly before taking the boys hand and half dragging him out of the library and back down the maze of corridors and hallways, veering them into a small hidden passage before emerging in the hall that his bedroom was in.
Jamie went with Esme. Once they were in the hall that Esme's bedroom was in, he looked at Esme. "That passage is convenient," he said to him.
"My father had it built for butlers to get up here quicker, I found it when I was ten and have been using it ever since." Giving a pretty smile, he pulled the boy just a little closer before leading him to the bed where their clothes had been laid out by maids.
Jamie heard what Esme said. He walked over to the clothes. "Should we do the hair thing first or get dressed first?" he asked, looking at Esme. "What do you think I would look like with long hair?" The question was sudden.
Esme thought about it for a moment before smiling.
"I think you would look nice", he said lightly; reaching up to play with the boys hair, "We'll do hair first, that way it wont mess up your clothing. Bathroom, towel, tub, now." he directed, wheeling him into said room.
Jamie looked at Esme and he nodded a bit. "All right," he said. He went into the bathroom and got a towel.. "Bath or shower or what?" he asked, looking at Esme.
Oh how tempting was that? Esme gave a smirk, biting down certain things that he wanted so badly to say. He wanted to tell him that they were going to shower together, but in all reality they didn't have time for any of that.
"Just wet your hair down in the tub", he said gently as he shifted through the drawers of the vanity to get a brush.
Jamie thought for a moment and he nodded a bit. "All right," he said and started to run the water in the tub. He took off the Chinese dress and then he started to wet down his hair.
The immortal smiled as he watched the boy work, he was beautiful even from behing, Esme wanted nothing more than to kiss every inch of the flesh that was being inadvertantly shown to him.
"When you think your hair is wet enough, come and sit on the stool please."
Jamie listened carefully and he continued to wet his hair. Soon, he was sure that his hair was wet enough. He got up and went over to the stool. He sat down and looked at Esme. "Now what?" he asked softly.
Esme stepped around the slave and gently started brushing his hair back, getting it snarl free before putting some styling gell in it and brushing it back again so that it was in a formal male style. The kind one would wear to school.
"There, done.", he said lightly.
Jamie blushed a bit. He shut his eyes as Esme styled his hair. He waited for him to be done before he looked at himself in the mirror. "I look like some kind of school boy," he said to Esme.
The immortal set to styling his own hair, not really much more than fluffing it with his fingers and spraying some hairspray in it and letting it curl ever so sligtly. When he was done he turned and pouted at the boy.
"Is that a problem?"
Jamie looked at Esme. "I'm just not used to this," he said to him. "Plus, I look younger with this hair style." He wondered if that was a good thing.
Esme smiled cutely and leaned over to kiss the boy.
"I think you look handsome, you'll be forcing off ladies all night", he said sweetly, "C'mon, lets go get dressed." Jamie really would have women hanging on him all night, Esme knew the kinds of louses that went to these parties if only to be seen with the best of the best. They were sluts in fancy clothes, he personally disliked them, especially when they were hitting on him.
Jamie heard what Esme said and he blushed a bit. "I don't want ladies all over me," he said softly. He nodded a bit and went back to the bed room. He got dressed, being careful not to mess up his hair.
When Esme finished dressing, he looked to be something of a model, far more elegant than he normally looked, though that could have been the effeminate clothes that he was wearing.
"What do you think?"
Jamie blushed a bit. "You look very nice," he said to Esme. He didn't know how he looked in the outfit he had on or if they went well with the hair style. He was trying to hide the blush on his face
Esme smiled and pressed his lips to the boys forcefully; his hands coming up to hold onto the boys neck, being careful of his hair. Letting his mouth travel down, the immortal nibbled down his throat.
"You should wear a tie with that", he mumbled against the soft flesh, "but it would be a crime to cover up your cute neck."
Jamie let out a gasp. He blushed quite a bit. He shut his eyes and listened carefully. "So, tie or no tie?" he asked softly.
The immortal kissed the boys pulse and pulled away.
"No tie, that way I can look at it all night..."
Jamie blushed quite a bit. He looked at Esme and nodded. "All right," he said softly. "Should we be heading out soon?"
Esme checked the time; it was getting late.
"Yes, actually, we nee to hurry up." Promptly grabbing them both a jacket from his closet, a mens over coat for Jamie and a dress coat for himself, he ushered the slave out the door and down the hall.
The limo was waiting for them when they exited the house.
Jamie listened carefully. He put the over coat on. Then he went with Esme and looked at the limo. "Just to let you know, I have no idea how I will behave at this thing," he said to him.
Esme smiled lightly and kissed the boys hand.
"Just be as good as you can and I will handle it, okay?", he opened the door for the boy to get in.
Jamie blushed a bit more. Then he nodded a bit. "All right," he said and got into the limo and waited for Esme to get in.
The immortal slid into the car, not saying anything to the driver who obviously already knew where to go.
Jamie shut his eyes for a few moments. He wasn't sure how long it would take them to get to where they were going.
Esme stared out the window as the car pulled away from the estate.
Jamie wondered what kind of people would be at this ball and what he would have to be like to be accepted by them. He just hoped that none of Harrold's goons had been invited.
"You look upset", Esme said softly, "are you nervous?"
Jamie looked at Esme for a moment. "Oh, um, I am a little nervous. I don't want to embarrass you," he said softly.
The immortal smiled and leaned over to lay his head on the boys shoulder.
"You will do fine, just relax", kissing the underside of his jaw and laying there silently.
Jamie looked at Esme for a moment. He nodded a bit. He relaxed and waited to arrive at the place. He hoped that he would do fine like Esme said. The only thing he feared was the fact that a lot of the people who formally owned him would be there...
Finally the car pulled to a stop outside of a large hotel, one that only the richest of tenants could afford to stay in. The door was opened for Esme and he got out, offering his effeminately gloved hand for the slave to take. It looked like a celebrity studded party there was press lining the walk way in.
Jamie took Esme's hand. He got out of the car and saw how big this party was actually going to be. He didn't know what to do or say. He was honestly scared at this point. He wondered if his former owners would be here. Of course, his first owner and Harrold would not be here, but still. There were a lot of others.
Smiling sweetly, he led the boy, some of the reporters gasped, mumbling something about Esme smiling. He had never smiled in public, at least not since his parents had died. gently wrapping his arm around the slave's arm as though he were being escorted, the immortal mumbled softly to Jamie.
"Just lead the way through the front doors, then we will be out of the press's eyes and I will explain a bit more to you, okay?"
Jamie had no idea why he was leading.. Esme was his master, right? People would know that Jamie was a slave. He was supposed to be lead. He nodded a bit and obeyed quietly. He didn't make eye contact with anyone and lead the way to the front door as if he was escorting Esme.
When they made it through the door, Esme pulled the slave to the side gently removing his coat and handing it off to the coat check before starting to remove his own coat.
"These people love to hear themselves talk, so if you get separated from me, just stand and listen to whatever the person is saying before asking if they have seen me." He smiled gently before leaning suggestively against the counter in a way that showed his figure off.
"You will get hit on, and I will get hit on", reaching up, he tugged the boy down by his collar, a coy smile on his face, his mouth barely away from the boys lips, "so try not to get jealous; I will make it worth your while later."
Jamie listened carefully. If he had to listen to people talk on and on, he was probably going to go crazy. He listened carefully. Getting hit on. That was great. He heard what he said and then took the risk, kissing Esme passionately. Then he pulled away and fixed his collar. "I am not the one you need to worry about getting jealous," he said to him.
Esme smirked.
"Then who do I have to worry about?", he asked, arching his body forward a little, showing himself off even more, lidded eyes watching Jamie like a hawk would prey.
Jamie looked at Esme for a moment as if surprised he didn't know.
"You can't be serious," he said and then sighed. "You have to worry about yourself not getting jealous."
Esme smirked and slunk around the boy and offering his hand to the boy again as he headed towards the grand ballroom.
Jamie looked at Esme and he smiled a bit. He took Esme's hand. The only worries he had was if someone touched him in the wrong way.. Then Jamie would probably get violent.
Esme smiled gently at him, taking his arm and leading him like a girl at her senior prom, eager do dance as he pulled him to the dance floor and wrapped his arms around the slave's neck.
"You're doing splendidly", he said softly as he let the younger male lead.
Jamie looked at Esme and he wondered what he was going to do. He noticed that Esme was having him take the lead. "Esme, I don't know how to dance," he said softly. He had never been taught because he had only been used for sexual purposes.
"Just follow after me", the immortal said softly, taking a step backwards, making it look like Jamie was leading as they danced around the floor.
"Yes that's exactly right", he said as he gave the boy an elegant smile.
"Esme~!"
Suddenly they were pulled apart as a rather sleek looking man who seemed to know Esme pulled the immortal away from his partner for a dance. Esme cast a hesitant glance that said 'help me' back at the slave.
Jamie was following Esme's lead though it looked like he was leading. He hoped that he didn't look bad. Then he stumbled when his dance partner was taken away. He saw the help me and he wondered who the man was.
He moved and he stole Esme back from the man. "Who was he?" he asked Esme.
Esme giggled and wrapped his arms around the slave's neck, not wanting to be taken away from him again.
"He's one of my father's friends, he's known me forever and insists on dancing with me at least once every time one of these comes along." He said the words so that the slave would be able to hear them above the soft music, but not loud enough for anyone else to hear, not even the gossips that were no doubt sitting at the edge of the dance floor, straining their thirsty ears to catch a drink of what the world around them was doing in their personal lives.
Jamie danced with Esme. He hoped he didn't see any former masters here. There would be quite a bit of drama if there were. He would probably end up hurting someone before the night was over if that was the case.
When the waltz ended, Esme gently walked with Jamie to the tables where he placed himself gently on one side of the table that had his name beside it before motioning for Jamie to sit in the seat beside him that read guest.
Jamie sat down in the chair. He wondered what he should do. This was so weird. He had no idea what he was going to do. He sighed softly and thought about a few things. There would be trouble tonight, he could feel it, but he didn't tell Esme because he didn't want to seem like he wanted to leave.
After having a small drink, Esme grimaced at Jamie and mumbled something about having to mingle or he would never hear the end of it before making his graceful way to some of the other dignitaries. He looked so much more elegant than they did, so out of place against their makeup and smoking pipes, he needed none of their enhancements to look beautiful and it was obvious that some of the women didn't like that fact.
Jamie looked at Esme and watched him leave. He shut his eyes and wondered what he should do. This was going to be a boring party. He didn't know if he should follow Esme or stay behind.
A man, actually one of Jamie's many former master's, walked over to Esme. He was drunk. "You're pretty," he said to Esme.
Esme glared at the man for a moment before backing away.
"Excuse me, I'm here with someone", he said hostilly, the man grabbed Esme's arm.
"C'mon, don't act that way~", he hissed, turning the beautiful immortal to face him.
"Let go of me"Esme tried to pull away and the man physically forced him to face him, "ah hey!"
The man smiled. "Oh come on beautiful, I like them feisty," he said smirking. He was actually a pretty strong man.
Jamie was making his chair stand on the two back legs. He was balancing himself and then he lost his balance and fell. He winced a bit and rolled off of the fallen chair. He rubbed his head and felt kind of stupid. Oh well. No one had been paying attention to him, or had they?
Esme tried to wrench his arm away.
"I said let me go!", he snapped, though his attempt was fruitless.
The man continued to smirk. "Oh, come on. It's not like your date will be jealous," he said. He refused to let go. "Not like he is paying any attention. You're table is empty."
Jamie was still on the floor so the blond was out of sight of both Esme and the man he was with.
Esme didn't like where this was going, he pulled at his arm again, trying to pry the man's fingers away from his skin.
"LET GO OF ME!", he snapped again.
The man laughed at Esme's attempts to get his arm free. Maybe this had been what Jamie had felt like when he was weaker than he was now. "Blonds are my favorite kind of victim's," he said.
Jamie heard someone yell and he recognized it to be Esme's voice. He got up and looked in the direction that Esme had gone. He wondered what was going on. Then he looked at the man Esme was with. It was one of his former master's.
Esme tried to back away from the man, but he pursued, his grip on the immortal's arm growing tight.
Jamie didn't even think before he acted. Maybe he should have. He knew that Esme was stronger than the man. Why was he holding back? That was a good question. He moved quickly, apparently unnoticed by the man who was too focused on Esme. He didn't even care what he did. He literally bit into the man's arm, to make him let go of Esme.
The man winced and he let go after being bitten. Then he slapped Jamie hard across the face, causing the blond slave to fall to the ground.
As though someone flipped a switch, Esme immediately punched the man hard enough to break his neck. No one hurt what was his, no one had that right! He hit him over and over.
The man was surprised when Esme attacked him. He had thought Esme to be weak because he hadn't really tried to get away or was trying and couldn't. He tried blocking blows, though he was stunned and hurt from the first hit.
Jamie touched his now red cheek gingerly. Then he pulled his hand away and saw blood on his fingers. He now had a cut on his face because the man's ring had cut him. Then he realized that Esme was going to kill the man if he kept going. "Esme stop!" he shouted to him. He would feel bad if his reputation got ruined because of him.
Esme growled at the man in an unholy way, his eyes flashing as his anger was evident.
"You dare touch him?! You dare hurt him?! I was holding back for your sake, be glad for that", getting up, he glided elegantly away, leaving the scared little man on the floor.
Jamie got up and he walked to the table. He grabbed a napkin, not really caring that it was a fancy one and he put it to his bleeding cheek. He was glad that Esme had stopped. It would be awful to see that outcome of that. That man would be hurting for days and Jamie knew first hand because he knew how Esme got when he was pissed and when he beat someone or something.
Catching the boy, Esme pulled the napkin away from Jamie's face and gently lapped up the small trickle of blood that was advancing down the boys cheek.
"Are you alright?", he asked gently.
Jamie looked at Esme for a moment. "Yes, I'm fine. Just trying to get the bleeding to stop," he said to him softly. He was used to abuse and that showed. He wasn't really affected by the fact that he was bleeding.
Wrapping his arms around Jamie's neck, he held him close.
Jamie placed the napkin back onto his cheek to apply pressure so he would stop bleeding. He didn't care if he was getting these fancy napkins bloody. He just wondered if this was what he had had the bad feeling about, or if it was something else entirely.
Leaning up to give the boy a chaste kiss on the mouth, ignoring the gasp that escaped the crowd before a cold voice came forward.
"So the cold, calculating, unemotional Esme, has fallen in love...", the voice sent a shiver down both of their spines and Esme turned to see a sleek oily looking man come from within the crowd, smoking a cigarette as he paced towards the pair. His eyes widened when they landed on Jamie.
"You!", he gasped.
Jamie kissed Esme back. He heard the voice and he didn't really look at the man until the You was gasped. He looked over. He rubbed his temple lightly. Just how many of his former owners were here. This guy he had sent to the hospital for a few weeks. "I see I did no permanent damage," he said to the man, not really caring if he was disrespectful to the man or not.
he man glared and advanced on Jamie before Esme stepped in his way.
"Did you need something?", he asked; the man ignored him.
"How dare you!", he yelled at Jamie, "you obey this child as though it were just natural; yet you were hell when I bought you!"
Jamie yawned a bit as if he was bored of hearing the man talk. "I believe that I have no obligation to answer that. Though, I will say that I did put him through hell too, you are just a chicken shit that can't take a beating," he spoke in a calm and collected tone. He wasn't going to tell the man that they were actually lovers now and that Esme had done things differently in the way he got him to obey.
The man glared.
"You lie!", grabbing Esme's arm and threatening to break it, "this weak child can't have possibly gotten you to obey! There must be another reason!", very suddenly Esme had a knife to the man's jugular, the point pressing in dangerously.
"You would do well to release me, Sir", he did and Esme turned to go back to Jamie before the sound of a gunshot was heard and Esme hit the floor, blood dripping from his head.
Silence filled the room as the man lowered his gun and stared at the unmoving figure on the floor, whose blood was pooling on the cold tile floor.
Jamie couldn't believe what had just happened. He hadn't actually expected the man to shoot Esme. This was not good. This was like losing all that he loved.. All that he cared about, but he couldn't react. Jamie was in a state of shock. Esme.. Was he dead? No, he had said he couldn't die! He couldn't be.. He glared at the man who had shot Esme. "You bastard!" he shouted at him. "What the hell did you do that for?!" Was this because of him? Had Esme been shot because of Jamie?
There was a coughing noise, then Esme slowly rose, blood dripping down his face before he turned and looked at the man with a masochistic smile. He laughed like a maniac before vaulting on the man, pinning him and biting his ear suggestively. His voice was soft and sultry as he gently peeled the gun from within the man's fingers and pulled the hammer back.
"Oooooh, naughty boy...", he rose and sat on the man's chest, his face close to his as he pressed the barrel of the gun to the man's fore head, "what you do to me, I get to do to you~" He gave a chaotic laugh as the man began to plead, but it was too late. The man pinched his eyes shut and Esme pulled the trigger, listening to the gun give off a clicking noise as no bullet was fired. The man all but fainted and Esme laughed again, thoroughly enjoying himself. The blood running down his face, dripped from his chin and was staining his lovely clothes.
Jamie was surprised how cynical Esme was being. He was really surprised. He had never seen Esme like this before and it scared him a bit.He was still in a state of shock, not sure what all he could do at this point. Everything was quiet in the room other than the laughter that was emanating from Esme. It was so weird. Was this the bad thing? The bad feeling that he had had?
Getting up then, Esme advanced on Jamie, dropping the gun and pressing him tight to the wall before his mouth came down, dark and hungry on the slave's lips. His hands smeared bloody streaks on Jamie's face as he kissed him. He wanted to be comforted, he wanted to be held and loved, he was terrified and he was reacting the way he always did when he was scared, by being cruel.
Jamie watched Esme and he didn't know what Esme was going to do right now. He was scared. He felt the warm blood that was on his face now. He didn't know what to do. He pulled away from Esme, only to be stopped mainly by the wall. "E-Esme, are you all right?" he asked, not sure what exactly Esme wanted.
Esme laughed.
"Of course I am okay", he wasn't okay, he was collapsing, falling apart like a child, his eyes betrayed him and he knew it. His head hurt, he wanted desperately to go home; his hands were holding so tightly to Jamie that he was sure that he was hurting him.
"I love you", he said softly, burrying himself against the younger male's body.
Jamie winced a little since Esme was holding onto him tightly. Why was he holding onto him so tightly. "E-Esme, you're hurting me," he said softly. He heard what Esme said and he wondered what he should say. "I love you too." He did love Esme, but he didn't want to be hurt anymore tonight.
Esme's grip gently released and he cuddled against the other boy. A gasp came through the crowd.
Jamie was glad that Esme's grip became more gentle. He could hear the whispers that was going through the crowd. Some looked like they were disgusted by the display and some looked scared. Some even looked jealous because Jamie was with Esme. "Esme, we should go," he said softly.
Esme nodded and pulled away waiting to take Jamie's arm and gently tugging him out of the room. There would be reprocussions, he knew this. But he found that as he fell asleep against Jamie on the ride home, he didn't care. They would deal with the ripples of this droplet later on.