Toris sat in the small kitchen, listening to his master's steady pacing.
He held a bag of ice to his stomach, nursing the large purple bruise that was forming there. He leaned back in the hard-backed chair, wincing as he did as the squeak of the joints filled the kitchen, the only other sound than the footsteps in the room above.
Toris knew all too well what Ivan pacing meant. It was Toris' fault really; he had let Fae and Sibyl run. Absent-mindedly, he rubbed his stomach, wincing at the pain that ran through his body. Fae sure did know how to kick.
But Ivan knew Toris was in pain. Normally this wasn't a bad thing, but today was the day where it was bad. Ivan hated having only one main epicenter of pain. He liked to spread it out amongst his servants.
But today, Toris was one step ahead of Ivan. He had sent Euard and Ravis to town with a list of shopping, so they wouldn't be home for hours. Besides, Toris didn't want to have Eurad or Ravis take the fall for his own mistake.
In the foyer, the old grandfather clock started chiming 5, and Toris silently stood up, staring at the ceiling.
The footsteps had stopped, and there was a slight tapping. Toris immediately knew from experience what his master was doing. Ivan was staring out the window, watching the sun fade from view before he walked downstairs.
Toris walked to the freezer and threw the bag of ice in it, knowing he was going to need it later. As he sat down again, he heard a door open and shut above him. Ivan was moving now, down the hallway, down the stairs, down to the doorway hidden beneath the stairs.
Toris winced, knowing all too well what lay beneath those stairs for him, half regretting his decision, as he rubbed his back, feeling the bumps that ran all over his back, sometimes criss-crossing with one another. Some of the cuts hidden under the shirt were still healing, the rough scabs slowly turning into pink lines.
Ivan opened the door to the kitchen, his eyes immediately falling on the pathetic figure of his butler, who held his gaze. Toris could see the dots connecting behind Ivan's eyes, and gulped slightly as he tried and failed to hold his master's intense glare.
Looking down, Toris saw something that made his heart and half of his other internal organs jump, whether or not he wanted them to. Ivan was wearing his normal pair of tan pants, but he had left his scarf, gloves, shirt, and coat upstairs. Toris knew why, Ivan hated staining coat and shirts, it took weeks to get blood out of it. His gloves and scarves were often so blood stained, that it never really mattered whether or not you got all of the blood out.
Even in the dim light of the one candle in the kitchen, Toris could see all the scars that ran around Ivan's torso, stretching in every direction, a particularly large one slashing across Ivan's rock hard abs-
"They're gone, aren't they?"
Ivan's voice was like a knife, cutting through the silence and shattering Toris' concentration. Toris nodded, and I van sighed, and behind his master's eyes, Toris could see he was contemplating the situation.
Toris sighed himself and pushed away from the table, standing up and walking over to Ivan. "I don't want Euard or Ravis to take my punishments. Let's just do this."
Ivan's eyebrows rose slightly, but he still grabbed the back of Toris' shirt roughly, dragging him to the foyer and down the flight of stairs concealed beneath the stairs.
As he dragged Toris down the stairs, Ivan wondered what his butler was up to. Toris hated pain of any kind, no matter who he was taking the punishment for. He had hidden in the most bizarre places in an vain effort to escape the torture, once even in Ivan's closet. Truth be told, Ivan would have never found him there if Toris hadn't started muttering to himself. Ivan and Toris had been together for years, and Ivan knew him almost as good as one of his sisters. Toris hated going into Ivan's room since he had been dragged there once before and forced to-
Ivan shook the thought from his head. It was ancient history, and maybe if he had waited a little longer, things might not have turned out the way they had. Frustrated, he threw Toris down the last few steps onto the cold, hard cellar floor.
Toris grunted in pain as he landed on his back, and Ivan inwardly winced. He didn't love beating Toris, he liked it, but he felt bad for weeks afterwards. But Natalia would have Ivan's hide if he didn't show dominance over his staff. Besides. Toris needed to know how badly he fucked up, loosing Ivan's prize Russian roulette gun and Anastasia's dress. If Fae and Sibyl ever came back…
But Toris sat up and started taking off his jacket, which surprised Ivan again. Toris never did this, normally he laid on the floor, silent and unmoving as Ivan whipped him. Ivan turned, muttering darkly to himself as he turned to the one thing that had remained unchanging.
If there was anything Ivan was proud of, it was his whip collection. He had ten whips, each varying in style and shape. Ivan grinned as his hand ran over each whip individually.
He went down the row, finally stopping at боль. She was his favorite, worn with use from the number of times he had cracked her over the backs of his fallen enemies and servants. While he had been forced to replace most of the other 9 whips, she had remained faithful, never breaking. He remembered the day he had received her from an elderly man…
But as he reached for боль, something was off. He recounted the number of whips, making sure.
There were eleven.
He reached for the odd man out. It was long and black, worn with age too, even though it felt new in his hand. The odd part was the feeling that Ivan had seen this whip before.
He shook his head, clearing his mind of such foolish thoughts. He had never owned a whip like this, or any black whip.
He turned, whip in hand, half expecting to see Toris already shirtless and laying on his stomach, his back exposed, and waiting for Ivan to start. But Toris sat on the ground, his shirt half unbuttoned, as he stared at his hands.
Ivan sighed. Toris was losing his sanity more and more these days, always talking to himself. It was probably from living with his psychotic master who murdered for fun.
"Take the shirt off."
"No." At this small word, Ivan found his body relaxing. Today was too messed up for Toris to be acting… weird. With runaways, the half the country harping on him, and Natalia coming for a visit in a week, Ivan was too ticked off for anything else to go wrong today.
Ivan crossed to Toris and knelt, his knee landing softly somewhere between Toris' knees and mid thighs. His face was a few inches from Toris', his eyes narrowed. "I said, take it off."
"No." Toris shook his head, but kept his master's gaze.
Ivan growled, and in one swift movement, ripped the shirt off of Toris. Toris immediately turned a slight pink, and Ivan's eyebrows knitted together, curious to what his butler was thinking.
And the Ivan looked down at Toris' torso.
Toris had on what appeared to be a black sports bra, which just barely covered his pecs. On any woman, it would have just barely covered her tits.
Ivan would know. He had seen the outfit on his mother.
His mind reeled backwards, showing the only memory he had of his mother while she dragged Ivan and his sisters along a street while ignoring cat calls and wolf whistles as the outfit strained to hold her all in. With no education and three small children out of wedlock, she turned to the only profession that she could do; she became a dominatrix.
Ivan remembered that she had belonged to a group of dominatrix, trading sex secrets and toys, often having one of her 'sisters' babysitting the kids while she earned a living, and ultimately leading up to her death.
Ivan fell backwards, mouth slightly agape in surprise as he dropped the black whip. He remembered putting all of his mother's stuff in a trunk upstairs in the attic and shoving it into a far corner where no one would find it.
Right next to the trunk with the Romanov's treasures and Anastasia's dress.
Ivan chided himself on his stupidity. Of course, with the maids going through the Romanov's trunk for the old maid uniforms, they must have seen the other trunk and gotten curious about it. And Toris had had the keys to open his mother's trunk.
But why on earth was Toris was wearing Ivan's mother's dominatrix outfit?
Ivan's thoughts were cut off by the sound of Toris standing up, followed by a high-heeled boot pressing onto Ivan's chest.
Toris was straddling Ivan now, his hands on Ivan's chest, pushing him to the ground. He sat comfortably on Ivan's stomach, blushing furiously as he unzipped his pants and pulled them off, revealing black leather pants with ties that held the legs together and black leather boots that reached Toris' mid-thigh, its ties criss-crossing and interweaving with the pant's ties. Toris would have looked exactly like a dominatrix if it wasn't for his tomato red blush.
Ivan chuckled. "What's wrong little Liet? Scared of the big bad wolf?"
Toris' blush faded instantly, and he got a playful look on his face. "Well, who's the big dog now?"
Ivan was about to answer when Tori's lips planted themselves onto Ivan's, startling him.
Ivan laid on the ground, stunned while Toris lightly kissed him. He didn't know Toris liked him like this. All the times they'd had rape-sex, Toris had remained still like it was some punishment as Ivan tried to get him to laugh, cry, scream, or even react to Ivan's intrusion.
Toris broke the kiss and moved back slightly, like he had made a mistake. Ivan immediately pushed himself up, catching Toris as he began to back off.
Toris paused, as if startled by Ivan, but he relaxed, slowly melting into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Ivan, who in response began kiss more forcibly.
Click
Toris broke the kiss again, a sly grin flashing across his face. "Gotchya."
Ivan pulled at his arms, only to find a pair of handcuffs secured around his wrists. He pulled at them as Toris stood up, picking something up off of the ground. Ivan started to pick himself off of the ground, only to have Toris whip around and grab the handcuffs, pulling Ivan to the ground. "Nope, you aren't going anywhere."
There was a rattle of chains, and Toris looped them around the handcuffs. Ivan began to wonder where Toris got the chains when the answer hit him. He always had a length of chain in the basement for the butlers and servants who refused to sit still and take their beatings. He had forgotten they even existed since Toris never really needed to be tied down.
Toris stood over Ivan know, softly caressing something in his hand. Ivan immediately knew what it was, but now recognized where he knew the whip from. It too was his mothers, locked away in the trunk.
Toris toed Ivan, rolling him onto his stomach. "Tell me. Who's your mommy?"
Ivan chuckled. "Not you."
CRACK
The whip slashed across Ivan's back, causing him to groan.
"Say it." Toris' voice was low now, practically smothered in honey as he whispered the words into Ivan's ear.
"Never."
There was another crack, and Ivan chuckled darkly. "You really think this will change my mind?"
"Maybe. So say it."
"Nope." The word was simple and taunting, and Toris narrowed his eyes.
This time when the whip crashed on Ivan's back, Ivan felt blood trickle and start to pool in the small of his back. Toris gasped mockingly. "Oh no. It seems I've drawn some blood."
Toris leaned over and Ivan craned his neck to see what his butler was doing.
Ivan felt Toris' breath on his back before he felt Toris' tongue trail along the long cut, licking up most of the pool of blood.
Ivan shivered unintentionally, and, pleased that Ivan had reacted, Toris was up in a flash. "Say it."
"Never."
Again and again the whip slashed at Ivan's back, mixing with faint scars and criss-crossing, each time accompanied with a 'Say it' and a 'Never.'
Finally Toris fell to his knees and dropped the bloody whip. "Alright, I give."
Ivan chuckled, stretching his aching back. "You sure? I have a couple more in me."
Toris flashed a smile, his fingers crawling up Ivan's side. "But I don't."
Ivan's eyes flashed. "But of course my Liet. I was trained to never to reveal anything, even in the most obscene tortures. Maybe I'll spare you one if you let me go…" He said, his tone turning dangerous.
Toris' fingers continued their trek across Ivan's back, weaving in and out of the maze of lines. "I meant I can't whip you anymore. Your back's already covered in scars… But know I can say that I gave Ivan something he'll never forget. Anyway, I still have some more tricks up my sleeve…"
Toris stood up and walked over to the row of cabinets above the whips, leaving Ivan to contemplate all that had happened. While Toris rummaged through one of the cabinets, Ivan stared at the back of hi butler. Something was definitely off with Toris. He was a recluse, disliking being touched in anyway. The only time he ever allowed someone to touch him, or vice versa, was during Ivan's and his sessions, and he remained still and spaced the whole time, like if he focused enough, the world would leave him alone.
Toris made a small noise which Ivan immediately recognized as one of success, catching Ivan's attention. Toris turned around, holding a large, clear bottle, twirling it so that the contents swished about.
"Vodka?" Ivan said, eyebrows raising. Toris couldn't stand the stuff, claiming that just looking at the stuff made him nauseous. "What are you going to do with that? Drink a drop and pass out on the floor?"
Toris chuckled. "Nope. Im surprised you don't remember this specific way to clean wounds master…"
Ivan growled. "You wouldn't-"
Toris crossed the room in a few long strides, opening the bottle and dumping half the contents onto Ivan's back in one quick movement.
A small noise echoed through the cellar, and after a second, Ivan realized the noise was coming from him.
Toris' smile flashed on his face again. "Awww, do I need to kiss your owie better?" Toris leaned over his master's back, kissing seemingly random spots as he trailed all across Ivan's back.
Ivan grunted, and pulled his arms in a quick jerked move towards him, and the lock holding the chains and handcuffs together opened and fell to the ground.
Toris sat up, wiping the blood on his mouth away on his arm, staring in shock. "How did yo-"
"All my locks open if you pull at them hard enough. It's a fail-safe in case a butler decides to lock me up in the basement and leave the premises." Ivan rolled over and faced Toris, who started to edge away. Like lightning, Ivan wrapped his still handcuffed wrists around Toris, trapping him. "You know, most butlers would be killed on the spot for what you just did."
Toris' fingers traveled down Ivan's chest to his stomach, drawing a spiral pattern, stopping at Ivan's abs. "Well, I hope that in my case, you can make a exception."
Ivan groaned, pulling Toris' head to his own.
Toris moved his legs into a kneeling position, slowly moving closer to Ivan. One of Ivan's hands pulled him closer, and Ivan's nails dug into Toris' back. Toris gasped in pain, and Ivan chuckled. "Well, I can make an exception, but you aren't getting away totally clean."
Toris started to pull away, but in retaliation, Ivan pulled him closer into a bone-crushing embrace. He held on like Toris was life itself, since he got the feeling that if he let go, he'd never see this side of Toris again.
"Say it."
Toris blinked in surprise at the words since they had not come out of his own mouth as he pushed half-heartedly at Ivan's chest. "Say what?"
Ivan ignored Toris' feeble attempts to free himself and laid his head on Toris' chest. "What you feel about me."
The words were simple and clear, but Toris blushed and looked away. "I don't know what-"
"Toris, I've known you for years. And besides. I hear your heart."
Toris opened and shut his mouth twice, half starting the sentence. Ivan glanced up, seeing the conflict behind Toris' eyes, an epic war.
"I… I… love… The animals!" Toris cried suddenly, pushing against Ivan with new energy. "I forgot to feed them dinner, so I should-"
"Later. Answer the fricking question." Toris' face fell and he stared at the ground. Ivan sighed and brought his arms around Toris' head and lifted up Toris' head. "Just say it. You'll feel better."
"I… I… I…" Toris said, stuttering, and Ivan sighed again.
"You know Im not one for patience, but I'll give you a little with this. You can answer when you want to say it Liet." Toris threw his arms around Ivan, and kissed him. Ivan kissed him back, and together they sunk into their own little world.
Alright, since I fail at this sort of thing..... NO SEX FO YOU!!!!!!!
XD
No seriously. I can't write good smut scenes to save my life since I have no experience in this field.... -closes eyes, presses fingers to forehead, and sighs- Its a Britannia Angel sized miracle I even got this out of mah brain.
Sibyl and Fae are two maids in Ivan's house who he tried to kill, but they ran away, (I'll post their story later. Just for fun.) so I guess this makes them mine and Ane-chan's OC's.
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Please leave comments and such, cuz I love them, no matter what. Even if you think my work is shit. I want to be a better writer, and (while I do love getting compliments) sometimes it's better to get a good criticsm now and again.