Devastatingly...- A Mixed Series Of Fanfictions.

Story: Godchild by Kaori Yuki.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything or anyone legally affiliated with Godchild as made by Kaori Yuki.

Warnings/Genre: Fluffy yaoi. :3

Enjoy!

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...Perfect

He was perfect. Was there really another word to discribe him? Riffiel Raffit didn't think so.

Perfect was simple, yet elegant just as the boy it described. Cain Hargreaves wasn't too flashy in terms of his clothing, but when he spoke- he did not stutter or mumble or yell unless it was a matter Cain was not comfortable with. Riff had only seen Cain act like that with a few matters and even then, either the person was quickly disposed of or it was Riff himself.

Maybe mysterious and cunning, but definitely perfect in his own way, he decided as he stood at the edge of his master's bathtub with a soft white cotton towel draped over his forearm. The manservant quite looked the part of "butler" at the moment, standing silent and tall with the towel held at his middle as it was, while Cain idly lounged in the scented bath water. But Cain never really treated Riff like a servant (as most other higher-placed nobles treated theirs) and more like a friend aside from the occasional ordering rather than asking, but then again, Riff never minded and always did what he was told.

And when Cain tilted his head to look at Riff sideways and said quietly, "Riff, will you wash my hair?" the valet indeed did comply without so much as a hesitating blink.

"Of course, my Lord," he nodded curtly, laying the towel on the sink behind him and stepping closer to the claw-toed tub.

Riff did not try to convey his increased affection for his master anymore than when he allowed Cain to snuggle up to him in a rather "it's mine" fashion. For one, that wasn't a good idea considering he is the head servant around the mansion. For two... well, Riff did not think Cain would take kindly to Riff being in love with him. Cain had plenty of pretty women throwing themselves at him and how taxing would it be to have his valet drooling over him as well?

Riff almost sighed at the hopelessness of the situation, but didn't. Cain would have noticed and said something. So instead he quietly got to his knees, using that leg tone he'd earned chasing his reckless employer around, and slipped off his dark blue suit jacket. Moving that to the side and pushing up his shirt sleeves, he dipped his hands into the warm water, getting them wet and trying not to sneak a feel of Cain's pale waist under there...

...

Cain dropped his eyes to look at his fingers under the distortion of the bath water Riff had run for him. The water rippled as Riff dunk his own hands to prepare for washing Cain's dark brown hair and the young earl wondered, Just what am I to Riff?

The two had promised to die together, in essence, but still the valet called him "Lord" and "sir". It made him feel a little lonely. The man has told- no, assured, Cain many times that he will always have him by his side, but after that...

"What scent shall I use, Lord Cain?" Riff asked, sounding eager to help his master.

Cain wiped the frown away and glanced at Riff's handsome face before saying after a moment of trying to mentally tell him with his cat-like eyes that "I love you..." but in reality he said aloud, "The gardenia, please."

With a slight nod, Riff reached over to a small cabinet and pulled out the requested fragrance. But when his hands returned, a white blob of shampoo in his palm, Cain was gazing down into the water again (unbeknownst to poor Riff) in disappointment. Simply looking at the butler would not work- Cain and Riff were never awkward with looking at each other in the eye. For usually it was for a silent signal for a cue or sometimes reassurance in their plan. Occassionally, even just to let the other know he was really listening when he spoke.

What could he say to make Riff understand how he felt? Of course he wanted Riff to be his friend, at least, if not something more. He was being selfish, he knew. Riff already sacrificed so much for him and suffered ever further, all for him, but all this "Lord" and master and slave trash between them! It infuriated the nobleman: he outwitted many in his trials but he could not confess his own feelings to his closest comrade? It was ridiculous...

Suddenly, he felt fingers slip up the backside of his scalp, from the base of his neck, and begin massaging gingerly. Immediately, Cain's eyelids slid closed and he purred, leaning back against the edge of the cool porcelain tub. His slim shoulders untensed and he relaxed, letting Riff do the work as he usually did. This was not a foreign realm for Riff and his master. Riff often washed Cain's hair and body (except for the private areas, of course) and since Riff was trained in several areas of a butler's trade, including bodyguarding, he knew how to massage quite well.

Which was perfect- Cain was actually often stressed.

The young earl's chilly and smug front was just that: a front. Of course Cain was not really so very icy with people he liked, but everyone else was truly venomous (no pun intended) and Cain could not let them see his vulnerable heart inside that barely matured in some areas from when he was a crying little boy in the brush. The one that was always so surprised when a younger Riff stepped into whatever new "secret" place the tiny Cain would seek out...

Riff really was precious to him and now Cain felt it was crucial to let him know, whether he felt the same or not.

...

Having washed the boy countless times, lathering up his hair and massaging his scalp, back, legs- whatever, this was nothing pressingly arousing to Riff. It was a little bit tempting, he admitted mentally, having his hands on the bare, warm skin at those times, but both Riff and Cain would feel the spark in the air when it became something more than just touching.

This spark flickered through the air now. Cain had ignited it and he knew Riff felt it by the way the man twitched away from his hair and casually placed his soapy hands on Cain's shoulders as if that's all he was doing.

"R... Riff..." Cain stuttered softly, not turning around.

The valet stopped massaging his shoulders, having finished the hair when he felt an unfamiliar but definable electricity of Venus in the air.

It couldn't be, hehad thought, and then, Wait... Cain stuttered?

"My Lord?" Riff asked softly, more anxious about the charming spark he'd felt than he would have liked. He definitely wasn't upset, but this was too good to be true, is all.

"Would it be all right..." the brunette started, mumbling at the water most uncharacteristically. He never acted so damn... coy with Riff. But he continued in his mumbles: "Would it be all right if we kissed... Riff?"

The question was barely audible and the mind-blowing fact that Cain Hargreaves mumbled (not actually saying a sarcastic remark under his breath, but mumbling) just managed to get smothered by the question itself.

Sometimes, Cain would touch Riff's face when speaking to him of something important or about Riff himself, but to feel his lips on Cain's...! The pale-haired man let his hands slip free of Cain's shoulders and he brought them up instead to cup the boy's delicate jaw from behind.

Cain started at the sudden caress and his stomach knotted up in apprehension, a feeling he had not experienced in years.

"Is this an order?" Riff asked seriously, his thumb playing over a soft cheek gently. He felt Cain's body slump sadly and the boy shook his head "no" slowly, most likely fearing that Riff would not do it, but Cain couldn't say that this was an order. The younger wanted Riff to honestly fancy him.

But it was then that he felt Riff carefully, but forcefully pulling Cain's head into tilting back. The brunette allowed him and instead of looking at the ceiling, he found himself staring into a pair of cool blue eyes, upside down. Riff was leaning over Cain while the young earl's head rested on the edge of the tub.

Suddenly, looking into Riff's eyes became embarassing for Cain and he felt the embarassment seep over his cheeks warmly. Riff only smiled gently and said in an according tone, "Good. I did not want you to think I was only doing this because you told me to."

Cain's gold-green eyes widened as Riff angled his head to the side and pressed his lips to Cain's firmly. At first, Cain only sat there, a few strands of Riff's pale blue hair tickling his nose, but eventually he managed to get his brain to tell his arms to loop around his valet's neck and back. Cain definitely knew how to kiss and do other things like that, but kissing his dear Riff sent him for a rather dizzying loop.

When Riff pulled back a little, Cain not letting go for suspicions of floating away suddenly, he had that flirtatious spark in his eye that was in the air a moment ago. However, it was more... wolfish.

Cain, later on, broke that expectation of Riff's of being so perfect that he did not yell. If fact, Riff was the very man who coaxed more than one kind yell (among other interesting noises) from his perfect master that night...

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Author's Notes: I have a feeling that I've seen Riff washing Cain's hair somewhere... but I don't think it was in the manga even though there was a bath scene... Hm. Perhaps another fanficiton or story I typed up at some point. has a bad memory

Ah, and notice that in the third part Cain stuttered and mumbled and then was mentioned yelling later. If you recall, Riff had said that Cain never did these things regularly in the order Cain did them, as well.