The light from the new blue and green stain glass window shown down threw the multi-colored glass to reflect blindingly a wave of colors that echoed throughout the white washed rooms. The previous window had to be replaced after Jacque Pierre of the famous Don Pierre lineage took a dive into the yard from it after having accidentally gotten into Count Cain's hallucinogenic poisons. His family had since claimed his mangled body and had graciously left the Count a great load of paperwork to fill out about the incident, leaving Riff busy all of this morning and all of last night as well. It was strange not having Riff hovering around him as he usually did. Even following him into the bathroom was considered normal between them.
He remembered the time that he had walked in on Riff bathing in one of the guest quarters. Of course Riff had to have been bathing at some point in time but the thought had never crossed Cain's mind as to when he actually did it. When he had stepped inside the bathroom Riff had just been getting out of the bath, the warm water dripping off of his pale body as the steam rolled around him in waves of fine translucent silk. A look of surprise had come over him and he had nearly slipped as he put his foot onto the wet hard tiled floor while yelling "Master Cain!"
An amused smile made its way onto his face as he turned over in his bath. The red rose petals sticking to his skin as it was exposed to the warm air. He just couldn't get it out of his head how amazing his butler looked when covered with a light sheen of liquid. Riff was always so proper that he had never seen him naked before. Hell, it was hard to recall seeing him without a shirt.
He trailed a hand down his lean chest from his hardened nipples, rolling back onto his back as he lightly teased his inner thighs. His head rested against the edge of the tub, slightly uncomfortable but not enough to make him move just yet. Cain's golden green eyes slid closed as he wrapped his fingers around his length. Slowly he worked himself into an erection as his other hand gently teased and twisted one of his nipples. Images of Riff in different positions soon filtered threw his mind in assorted stages of undress, each varying in degree of rating.
A low moan passed his lips as he continued moving his hand along his erection and soon after he took his other hand from his nipple and moved it down until his fingers pressed against his sphincter muscles. Lubricated by the water he eased a finger inside of him, slowly massaging and relaxing his inner muscles before inserting another.
Distracted by his actions Cain didn't even notice the subtle creek of the door as it opened or the faint sound of his name being called threw the opening.
Riff glanced into the bathroom after not receiving an answer from Cain and took a step towards the Count before stopping suddenly. Holding his breath he listened harder and soon enough the sound repeated. "Riff…"
Short gasps followed the sound of his name being called out and it didn't take him long to figure out just what his master was doing. Slowly he backed his way out of the room and silently shut the door behind him. Leaning back against it a dark blush spread across his cheeks as he licked his lips nervously. "Master Cain…"
Cain moaned loudly as he came, his long fingers pressing into and massaging his prostate. Sighing he then reluctantly removed his fingers and finished washing himself off before stepping out of the bath. 'Just because I'm attracted to Riff doesn't mean I have to make a fool out of myself.' He thought as he wrapped himself in his large white towel.
A.N. Maybe I'll write another chapter where Riff and Cain get together.