Darach sighed deeply as he stood in the kitchen to prepare tea and biscuits from which his only company already eagerly ate tit-bits.
"What's the matter now?" the young man asked monotone as always after gulping down the baked goods. But Darach only shook his head before going back to arrange a plate of cookies. "It's just not the same anymore, Thorton." The butler explained and then turned to the green-haired Factory Head, who only rolled with his eyes. "Pish Posh." His voice barely changed, it was the same cold tone Thorton has always had, as if he was no human being but a robot – in fact, people often questioned his being, he never smiled, he never cried, he never laughed and never spoke in another voice.
That was almost never at least. Darach was the only one to see the other male showing emotions as that.
Both facilities were rather antisocial and hid their feelings from others. But exactly this similarity seemed to build up their sympathy for each other.
"Cake just doesn't taste as sweet anymore." Darach exclaimed. He then undid his glasses, using a white cloth to clean them up and putting them back on.
"Why?" Thorton asked immediately and walked in small steps to the taller man. "Because you don't have to share it with an energetic brat anymore?"
Sometimes Thorton's cold tone was exactly what Darach loved about him. He was smart and never afraid to speak out his selfish mind, that made his sarcasm sometimes sound way serious. But Darach learned quickly when the short man was joking and not.
It brung back a small smile on Darach's face as he finished the last touches on his service. "Ah, if only my words weren't true." Even though the man looked a bit more cheered up, he still worried.
With a thoughtful hum, Thorton tilted his head and then said "Well, maybe you are just sick of cake and need something sweeter!"
Darach's brightly purple eyes suddenly shot over to his friend – That was probably it!
"And if I was you, I'd just take anything that seems tempting." With that Thorton snatched another cookie to pop it into his mouth. Darach couldn't move his eyes from his co-worker, acting egotistic was something the valet has never done, but he felt like the number-addict was more than right. "I should stop acting like a servant." He then spoke out his thoughts and paused, leaning down to Thorton with a smile. "And finally act a bit more selfish."
These words sent chills up Thorton's spine and he suddenly felt like a bad influence. Darach's past days behavior, now his words and the look in his eyes, the Factory Head could easily calculate what the man was going to do and it let his face turn red.
He attempted to move away, but soon realized that his chances to flee were at 0%, he bumped into the counter that was right behind him.
Without any further hesitation, Darach pressed his lips on those of the blushing Thorton, these soft, peachy lips which held a taste of the many pastries he's eaten before, but also a new and own taste of Thoron himself. A taste the valet would savor as long as possible.
After something that felt like forever for Thorton, Darach pulled away and had this innocent smile like nothing happened. As the man looked calm and happy, Thorton's face showed many mixed feelings. He didn't want to believe what just happened, even though he didn't hate it either, he was embarrassed, but Darach's rather bitter taste was addicting.
As much as the young male loved logic, he couldn't find any of it in these new, rising feelings for Darach, who only hummed happily:
"This was definitely sweeter than cake."