A/N: Sorry for the long wait. Slight non-con in this chapter. Please read and review! Thanks!
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He had to make preperations. The things that happened last week, were now pushed to the back of the raven's head. He didn't want any negative thoughts at the moment, it was going to be a glorious event tonight and he wouldn't want to be the one to mess it up; his master's birthday party.
Gilbert worked dilligently making Hor'deurves while Elliot was nowhere to be seen.
Your body is all mine to play with and Ernest-sama will never look twice at you if he knew that.
The raven stopped, his mind already traveling to the darkest part of his heart. He gasped in shock at the arms that was now circling his waist and a body at his back.
"Gil . . . are you almost done?"
Gilbert stopped frozen, "N-No . . ."
"Finish up, I want to do something with you . . ." the voice pouted.
Your body . . . is all mine.
"NO!" Gilbert shouted, pushing Elliot away from him. The other guy stumbled back, fury flashed on his face as he quickly pinned the raven to the counter; his hands already scrambling at the dress,
"You still haven't learned your lesson from last week? Your body is all mine! Don't you even think that you belong to Ernest-sama! He loves me, he needs me, he WANTS me. Not you!"
Gilbert gasped in pain at the nails that was digging into his hips and the sudden intrusion of the other boy's body made him cry out. Two fingers were jabbed into his mouth to silence him as he was roughly pushed against the counter to get some leverage. The rough sexual act was quick and it left the raven disheveled and Elliot quite satisfied,
"Now hurry up! The guests are going to arrive any minute!"
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The party seemed a success as Gilbert walked around with a tray of drinks. He smiled inwardly when he spotted Ernest talking happily to one of his guest.
Clink.
CRASH!
Gilbert looked up through the bangs of his raven hair and quickly gasped, taking a hankerchief out of nowhere and began dabbing at the man's suit,
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"
The old man just smiled and brushed it off, earning a shy smile from the raven haired servant. The old man's wife however, was in a state of fury,
"You little ingrate! Do you know how much this suit cost? And look! The wine has already stained it! How are you going to pay for the damages?"
"It's quite alright, Marge. I'll send it to the cleaners first thing in the morning. Don't give this lad anymore trouble," the man smiled but the woman just huffed. Gilbert gave another apologetic bow before cleaning up the mess on the floor. He swept, wiped and dumped the shards outside in a seperate container before heading back inside and tending to the guests.
It wasn't long before the party soon began to die out. Gilbert had just finished thanking the last of the guests for coming by when he turned to stand face-to-face with his prince.
"I-I'm sorry for ruining your birthday party, Ernest-sama. I really tried my best," Gilbert started with a nervous stutter. He anticipated a slap, a yell, anything that would tell him that he had overstepped his lines, but nothing came. The raven looked up from his slightly stiff position to see a smile on the sandy blonde's face,
"E-Ernest-sama?"
"You did a good job, despite that one mistake. Did you know that the mayor invited us to his house next week? He must really like you. It's an honor to be invited to his house and to be in his presence. You, Gilbert, you're my secret weapon from now on."
Gilbert blushed. For once he did the right thing and he even had his prince praise him for a job well done. He was so happy that he could go to sleep smiling,
"Anything for you, Ernest-sama."
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Elliot burned in anger and Gilbert could feel the hate emanating from the sandy blonde even though they were on opposite ends of the room. He tried to avoid the boy's eyes, but knew that if he moved an inch out of the room, Elliot would come rushing after him. So he stood there by the window, running the feather duster along the windowsill, waiting until the other left the room. But it was of no use when Elliot spoke up,
"I'm not leaving until you promise me that you'll leave Ernest-sama alone."
"It's his choice whether or not I'll be in his presence. Maybe if you'll bring the subject up with him, he'll make it happen," Gilbert whispered.
"He'll have my head if I do! Just promise me and we'll forget this ever happened!" Elliot hissed. Gilbert looked up at the sandy blonde finally,
"I can't."
"Excuse me?" Elliot's eyes widened like deer caught in headlights.
"I still have a party to go to with Ernest-sama at the Mayor's house," Gilbert reminded the other slave. Elliot snarled in anger and threw the pice of dirty rag onto the polish wooden floor,
"Have it your way! But you better watch your back, who knows what'll happen when you least expect it."
As Elliot stormed out of the room, Gilbert continued to stand there, the words of the other boy wormed its way under his skin. He didn't want anything to happen to him, not after what the other boy did just yesterday. The thought of that happening for the third time, sent shivers up and down his spine. He wanted so badly to tell his master of what has been going on between him and Elliot, but he didn't want to be a snitch. And if he did tell, would his master even believe him, much less defend him on his behalf?
Quickly dusting the room, he left towards the kitchen where he would begin making lunch and a little dinner snack for the slave that would be at home waiting for their return. In the back of his mind, all Gilbert thought about was spending time with his master, and for the first time, without Elliot watching his every move.