A/N: Nothing much to say just that there is a fluffy scene at the end!

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Morning came. The air was quite calm and silent. Nothing was a bother…nothing at all until a loud crackle from the surprising storm coming up over the grey skies broken that silence.

Toby scared himself up in bed. He doesn't even remember falling asleep. All he did remember though was Pirelli and his crazy drunk-self. Scooting himself to the foot of the bed, the boy raised his arm to his nose and took a quick whiff. Yuck, he smelled of that alcohol Signor gulped down and his once strong cologne.

Now that was left of Signor was a passed out, lifeless form clothed in the most wonderful, yet expensive attire a man could own on the floor near the washroom. He lay on his stomach and fortunately he was still breathing. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Tobias yawned and shuffled his way toward the dead man. "Signor…Signor?" he called out several times before he actually got an answer back. All it was, was a low grunt and a dirty curse word.

Toby backed up. He gave Pirelli a mean glare and crossed his arms. He was a bastard and such a self-indulgent man, who would ever in their right mind spend even one hour with this man? He was crude and cruel.

"Mr. Pirelli you 'ave got to get up, sir!" the boy leaned over his master's motionless body, letting his arms fall limp at his sides.

He finally moved, but only rolled to his back. "Uh-he groaned again, his mouth half open and his eyes still shut. Toby sighed. He's been through some rough times with Signor but never times like this. This was just childish. "Signor!" he began to fuss this time bending himself to his knees and reached out to push him. He actually ended up touching him and he felt warm. "Don't touch…me!" Adolfo breathed hard and remained limp on the ground. Toby rolled his eyes and attempted at lifting one of his arms. But instead of getting it up, he was slapped hard across the face.

He was definitely hung-over but that gave him no reason not to slap Toby. He hated when that boy touched him, especially little soft touches like those. Toby fell to his butt rubbing that cheek that's been slapped so many times. The pain was barely even there anymore although his eyes did water at the corners.

Without speaking, Tobias hurried to his feet to flee towards the bed. But he didn't do such thing. He did stand and stared down at his master, coming back from the dead.

He groaned, feeling his world spin. The room was silenced again and completely covered in darkness, Pirelli cursed like a madman in the dark. Before Pirelli could yell at Toby even more, the little boy rushed to the bed where twin Victorian lamps sat at each side of the large canopy bed on hard-wood dressers and flicked them on. He whimpered, closing one eye as the golden rays burned his retinas. He could hear Pirelli squeal behind him but didn't care at the moment.

He also heard him stumble over constantly walking slowly but very surely toward him. Quickly, Toby turned around his cheek still red from the hit, sat the tall man down on the bed and put a small hand on his forehead. Wow was he burning! The boy jerked his hand back, realizing how dazed Signor was at this point. "Signor, you don't look so good." He told the rich man, whom began to get terribly woozy in the head and weak in the stomach again.

Forcing one hand to hold his mouth as the other held his stomach, Signor Pirelli rushed himself to the washroom yet again to vomit.

Toby tried to ignore those horrible heaving sounds but it was hard to.

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Tobias hated it when Signor would get drunk. He was never a nice man, weather he was inebriated or not. Quickly learning how to deal with this Italian man and his cruel tricks over the months which soon almost neared years, Toby started to learn proper English. His English accent was still visible and stronger than before.

He knew he would never get used to being tormented and abused by such a man, yet he knew he had nowhere else to go but back to where he was found.

The worst part of being with Pirelli was having to deal with his stubbornness and cocky attitude…he was a greedy man. Toby had learned that already just these last passing weeks.

He saw his master make deals with folk on the streets and also even the rich folk too, but it was mainly the weak ones. Adolfo Pirelli was also a crazy scam-artist and assumed hairstylist and the best barber around. Toby watched him shave a few men before, but recently not many.

Stripping of Pirelli's clothes, the boy couldn't help but gander at his priceless belongings. He was a filthy rich man and it showed; even in the clothes he purchased. "'Eh, what are you doing, don't do that!" Pirelli swatted Toby's tiny hand away once he felt it lying still in the middle of his back. He couldn't stand that child sometimes. As Toby shook his hand of the pain, he continued pulling his body free of the red bindings that gripped him in every inch of his body, especially the most intimate of spots.

Toby didn't understand. What man liked having his intimate areas popping out to everyone? All that Pirelli seemed to wear were tight fitting outfits he says he's purchased from Italy or outfits close to tight.

The boy shook the thought, and finally got down to Adolfo's white undershirt that had the long sleeves and the puffed out cuffs. "That is it, Toby. Go sit!" he shooed the child away with just a small flick of his wrist and headed toward the washroom where he shut the door to a crack and took the remaining clothing off. Toby knowing that Signor was stripping to the bare skin sat on the bed thinking to himself. He heard constant shuffling and then a startling crash. The boy jumped! "TOoOBY!" was all he heard and dropped right to his feet. His hands began to shake and his heart thumped. That was the first time he has ever seen Signor in the nude.

The boy was flustered at the sight. He never expected Signor to look like that, muscular yet slim form and beautiful parts.

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Year later

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He's already been through so much with Signor Pirelli and much more than he should've been. Signor still got drunk and terribly wasted. Women would flee from him so he was desperately in need of love and he looked for the wrong person for that.

A young child and that young child was his own servant. Tobias saw this change in him when he noticed Pirelli distraught and torn apart after his divorce with the most beautiful, richest woman in the state. She was a lovely American, unlike him. Toby never did like her though; she was constantly nasty and cruel to him and even toward Pirelli himself which caused him to get abusive with her. But that didn't change the fact that he was much worse toward Toby.

One night, a dark sad night in the same upper class hotel, Tobias lay on the floor with tears in his eyes. He should have known. Pirelli was never going to change. Freshly new scars traced his arms higher than before, now scars indented into his very legs nearing his ankles and it definitely wasn't the first time Signor had used his horsewhip and even his cane on him; on his sore bosom.

It hurt to sit half the time and he barely slept nights.

Toby was nearly asleep when Pirelli entered the room with an exhausted look and anger in his eyes. He slammed the door shut and locked it once, putting the key back into his jacket pocket.

The boy gripped tight to the pillow beneath his head and shut his eyes. He was dearly afraid of Pirelli more than he ever thought he'd be and the tears in his eyes grew larger after each step he took to get to him. "Toby…he propped his tall lanky body against the siding of the canopy bedframe, staring down at the fearful child. Adolfo was too tired to say another word to the boy and instead of beating him, slapping him or slashing him like he would, he brought himself onto the bed as careful as he could and rested half his body weight on top of Toby, with his head buried in the boy's chest. Toby didn't understand. He knew that Pirelli grew closer to him, but never expected him to do something like this.

His eyes bulged from their sockets. He felt his warmth radiate onto him and his heart beat thump against his lower stomach.

It almost made him feel disgust and crazed hatred toward him at the moment, until Adolfo's arms wrapped around his aching body and held him tight. "…I need to sleep…" he breathed softly in his lovely Italian accent, bringing the boy closer to dreaming.

The warmth between them caused Toby's muscles to stop and his mind went blurry.

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E/N: I hope this chapter doesn't disturb any viewers/readers. It wasn't meant to be way creepy like it sounds. Just a fluffy scene between them…it does get intimate between them but it's only spoken of not actually happening…reviews are welcomed!