I don't own any of the Hobbit characters, only my own.
Be aware: Modern AU, Kili and Fili aren't brothers, contains coitus.
A servant must love his Master.
Brewing coffee for his Master was one of many duties he had to handle on a normal day. It was Saturday after all and he could hear his Master fucking a girl, who screamed of pleasure and ecstasy. The servant knew it wouldn't take too long to get his Master satisfied. He knew already every state of his Master's climax very well, certainly well enough to brew the coffee just in time to serve the hot cup, when his Master called for him after he had had sex. He didn't miss to add a cube sugar, two spoons of milk and a pinch of vanilla to the coffee and looked at the watch. Just one minute left. He folded a serviette and laid two croissants on a silver plate as well as some strawberry jam and Irish butter. Of course, it would be just for one person, because his Master would throw the poor girl out of the house as soon as he was finished. Just a normal Saturday morning.
The girl's screaming and grating of the wooden bed stopped. The servant made his way to the room in which he heard his Master say something calmly. An angry shout of the girl followed, footsteps, a vase crashing against the wall, footsteps again and an offended face appeared in the doorway as the girl left the room mumbling things like 'asshole', 'bastard' and other bad words.
Just a normal Saturday morning.
"Fili!" the Master shouted, still in bed and naked. He didn't even take the trouble to cover himself. Of course, it was the task of his servant.
"Good morning, Sir," Fili said as he bowed before his young Master.
"What took you so long?" he shouted as he took the remote control to turn on the big flatscreen on his wall.
"Forgive me, Master," he only said, putting the plate next to his Master's bed and waited for other complaints. None came. His Master was focused on some luxury cars shown on TV, so Fili began to tidy up the room in silence, removing dirtied or touched clothes from the ground and cleaning the desk on which he found some toys for pleasuring women. He threw them into a can, because he knew his Master well enough, that he wouldn't use these toys a second time on another woman.
"Are you stupid?" his Master hissed, still uncovered. His hair was a mess and his beard not shaved yet. Tasks Fili also had to do.
"I apologize." The servant bowed his head, not sure why he was actually reviled.
"Do you expect me to butter my croissants by myself? The smell of this girl is still on my skin and she was disgusting me."
"May I ask why you still let her sleep in your bed, Master?"
"Who else should I have fucked in the morning? You?"
"I'm sorry for asking." He doffed off his gloves and began to butter the croissant just to top it with a little bit of jam. The Master opened his mouth still fixating on his TV, so Fili just fed him slowly the croissants watching the young heir of the mansion and his every move to perceive when it was time to let him drink from his cup of coffee.
"It's cold, you fool. Make me another one," Kili said displeased. "But shower me first. Did you prepare everything for my guests today?"
"Of course, Sir."
"I want lots of sushi and sake!"
"Master, yesterday you ordered tapas from a Spanish restaurant."
"So what? If you can't handle something simple like that, then go. I'll find me a better butler than you."
"I'll change the order, Master."
"You better do."
"About next Saturday..."
"Shower. Now." The dark haired young man got off the bed and stretched. Naked he left his spacious room and went to the bathroom. Fili followed after a minute with a handful of fresh clothes, while his Master was already showering himself.
"So what? Why are you standing there as if you were a Grecian figure. Wash my back!"
Fili followed his command immediately, caressing with gentle hands and lots of soap his Master's smooth back. A servant must love his Master. The young heir stood in silence in the shower, leaning his head against the wall; not complaining. A rare moment both of them enjoyed.
"Did you read yesterday's reports my uncle sent me?"
"Of course, Master."
"Give me a summary," Kili ordered still leaning against the wall.
"It's complicated to condense such important matters, Master."
"I didn't ask for evaluation. Make it short."
"As you wish." But Fili couldn't summarize fifty-six pages of stock exchange trading, so he just told him everything he remembered and he remembered almost everything. Luckyly, he knew Kili would listen until Fili had finished washing and kneading his back, so of course he needed the same time for his back as for the summary. "For any details I suggest you to read the reports yourself."
"Too tiring," Kili answered. "Prepare my coffee. I will go out shopping."
"Yes, Sir."
He left the bathroom as soon as he was sure Kili could reach his towel without any problems. His Master would make a mess out of it calling him an idiot and dumb, if the distance was too far, even if it wasn't more than two meters between shower and the towel. Fili entered the kitchen in which Saskia and two other maids were preparing lunch for the young heir.
"Moody again?" Saskia asked, cutting meat into pieces.
"No, he's calm today," Fili said without looking at the young women. He called the chauffeur, the catering and prepared the coffee as he had done before: sugar, vanilla, milk. Kili wouldn't drink it if it didn't taste like this. If they left the house together, he would make sure to have the combination of ingredients in his pockets to make his Master's coffee taste like usual, wherever they were, otherwise Kili would make a fuss at the café or restaurant. He remembered a situation years before at a famous and very expensive restaurant, where Kili was invited as the future and only heir of the rich and famous Durin family. Fili knew which wine his Master would favor for each meal, but wasn't invulnerable to the waiter who didn't obey Fili's orders in serving the right wine. No, not the right wine, but Fili's special composition of wine and juice.
"I refuse!" the sommelier said angrily. "This is a thirty year old DeBrange with a light taste of sweet chestnuts and the scent of pineapple. You can't mix cherry juice into this delicious and extremely expensive wine. It costs five thousand a bottle!"
"My Master doesn't care for any costs. But I suggest you to add the cherry juice and even a little bit of cardamom. It will fit the taste of my Master and your wine very well."
"No," the sommelier said loudly causing the attention of another waiter. "It will ruin everything considering this famous wine! It has to be served pure!"
"Excuse me, but may I help you?" The new waiter said low-voiced.
"You're the head of the waiters and waitresses?" Fili guessed and greeted him with a nod.
The dark haired man nodded back.
"This man wants to ruin our famous wine with common cherry juice!" the sommelier puffed like a little child. "A thirty year old DeBrange! Can you believe that?"
"You're the butler of Kili Durin, am I right?"
"Yes."
"Then I believe that we indeed have to mix the wine."
"No!" the sommelier said, turning and leaving with unexpected speed back into the seating area.
"What is he...?" Fili wanted to follow him, keeping him from delivering the wrong wine, but the other waiter held him back.
"Let him go. You will cause too much trouble for the surrounding guests."
"You don't understand. The Master will blame me."
"I'll help you." The waiter smiled at Fili and even put a hand on his back. "My name is Daniel."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Fili," answered the blond looking back to his Master just to see, that he was staring at him. Fili bit his lip. The gaze in his Master's eyes was strange. Somehow darkness and fire were boiling in his eyes at the same time, but in that moment the sommelier went into motion and served the wrong, although expensive red wine.
"Prepare your mixed wine," Daniel said, accompanying him behind the bar and helping him to find all the ingredients he needed. "I've heard a lot of rumors about the young Master."
"I don't give anything in rumors," Fili answered, still aware of Kili's sharp eyes. "He's the way he is and that's all."
Daniel smiled at him and took a bottle of cherry juice out of the fridge. "Will that be too cold?"
With a slight touch of fingers he tested the temperature of the bottle. "No, it's fine."
"Well, I see you're special," Daniel responded still smiling. "Every other servant or butler would have bitched about his Master, but you don't."
"No. I have learned, that it is not my duty to criticize or argue with my Master, and I won't judge him for anything he does. I'm in no position for that and he won't care anyway."
"Oh, I don't know if that is the case," Daniel said, leaning relaxedly against the bar.
"Excuse me?"
"The way he is looking at you at this moment."
"Oh," said Fili with a dim smile. "He only dislikes it if I'm talking to strangers."
"So he has some kind of a motherly instinct, too?" Daniel grinned and Fili also had to let out a laugh, at least a really short, low-voiced one.
"No, nothing like that. He just hates to share things."
"You are no thing!" Daniel was furious, moving his head to look at him carefully. "You are a strong and well-mannered young man, not a thing."
Fili smiled again. "Thank you, I..."
"WHAT IS THAT!?" He heard Kili's scream through the restaurant. "You call that wine?"
"Excuse me, Daniel." Fili made his way with the new glass in his hand to his Master, where the other waiter was standing, his face as red as the wine he had served. It wasn't like Fili hadn't warned him, was it?
"It just tastes disgusting. How can you serve me shit like that?" Kili yelled.
"But, Sir, this is one of our finest wines," the sommelier explained uneasy.
"I don't give a damn 'bout that. Fili, how could you let them serve me shit like this?"
"I'm terribly sorry, Master. It was my fault." He bowed his head. "I've prepared another one."
"No need," Kili hissed glaring at him in anger. "I'm leaving."
"Sir, please sit down." Daniel was next to Fili, he hadn't seen him coming along, too.
Totally ignoring the other waiter Kili stood up and passed his credit card into Fili's hand. Then he left the restaurant without saying anything. The sommelier stood there in silence and glanced at Fili, who tried to keep his calm.
"I'm sorry, for the trouble, Fili," Daniel said. "Come on. Don't let him wait too long."
"I'm sorry, too. But just make sure, the next time we enter to not let my Master be served by this guy." He glanced at the embarrassed sommelier next to him.
"No, I will do it myself." Daniel replied.
It was the first time Kili didn't wait for him in his limousine. The car had already left, and having nothing but the credit card in his pocket, Fili had to walk all the way back. It was a long walk of sixteen kilometers and he still was hoping his Master would return and pick him up.
He didn't come.
It took Fili several hours to return to the mansion and everyone except for the security at the front gate had already gone to sleep. It was after midnight as he entered the big mansion to take a look at his Master. Fili wasn't angry at him. Not really. And even if he was, no one would care anyway. So he just kept his anger to himself making his outer appearance calm as a stone.
Hearing bottles rolling over the floor in Kili's room, the servant went faster and opened the door without knocking. "Master, you okay?"
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As usual thanks to Amy, my beta. She gives me courage.