Matthew followed behind Gilbert, who would not let go of his hand as they walked, seeing Francis waiting in front of the stair case. "Ah, Gilbert! Matthew! So good to see you!" He said, immediately walking over to Matthew and pinching his cheek softly, looking him over. "Do I see a faint blush on those soft cheeks of yours?" Francis purred and glanced over at Gilbert who pretended to be distracted. "Well, doesn't matter now, but Elizabeth invited me to her party this evening and I knew that Gilbert's fashion sense is very much hindered. I couldn't bare to see cute little Matthew in something of your choice!" He exclaimed, pulling Matthew into a hug, and petting his hair. Gilbert a glare his way and Francis smiled a very Cheshire Cat-like grin.
"Now, up stairs you two! We have party to get ready for!" Francis said, pushing both of them towards the stairs. Once in Gilbert's bedroom, Francis had ordered Matthew to go take a bath and looked at him curiously when he hesitated. "Here I'll turn it on for you." Gilbert said as he walked towards the bath. "No way! The last time you did you pushed me in!" Matthew said, "I can do it myself!" He told him and walked into the bathroom closing the door. Gilbert heard Francis's laugh echoing off the walls of his bedroom.
"Keep laughing it up frenchy." He growled and shoved his hands in his pocket. "I will I will." He said and walked over to Gilbert, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "His virginity was slightly less noticeable when I smelt Matthew, you do a little necking?" He wagged his eyebrows at him. Which made Gilbert roll his eyes, but smiled at the other in the room. "Well, let's get you ready then!" Francis said and went over and opened his closet door to see what he had to work with.
Meanwhile in the bathroom, Matthew had settled himself in the bathtub, after finally being able to turn it on. The steam rolled and twisted around the rim of the bath as he relaxed in it. After a few minute of washing his hair he heard the bathroom door creak open and turned to see who had opened it. Matthew sank deeper immediately into the water as he saw Francis. "Quick question Matthew, what is your favorite color, blue or red?" He asked. "Blue!" He said quickly, and Francis smiled, thanking him before closing the door again. The young wolf demon sighed a breath of relief. Matthew sat in the tub, staring off into space, until he thought he had cleaned up enough and got out. Draining out the bath tub and then getting a fuzzy black towel and wrapping it around his waist. He then proceeded to shake out his hair with both of his hands.
After a few moments he appeared from behind the bathroom door and walked into the bedroom, to see Gilbert standing there. He was wearing a blue suit, with a white under shirt that he could notice, had a few buttons undone. Black polished shoes dawned his feet with a sharp shine to them.
When Gilbert heard the bathroom door open, he saw Matthew walk in with just a towel, and of course, who's mind wouldn't wander to beyond what that black towel covered? He continued to look at his as he was fixing his cuffs and a smirk tugged at his lips as he then looked away. Francis was busing himself in Gilbert's closet, trying to find something suitable for Matthew to wear to even noticed Matthew was in the room. "Are you sure you've been feeding him correctly, he has such a slim waist line! I'm starting to think that anything you have might still be a bit too big for him." Francis called over his shoulder. "I think I'm eating fine," Matthew muttered, who he'd caused the Frenchman to turn around, "maybe it's from all the running I always did. I was the fastest messenger in my pack." He told them, looking down and poking at his stomach.
"God that's cute..." Francis groaned under his breath as he stared at the youngest one in the room. Gilbert flashed his eyes and watched his friend like a hawk. "So, um what am I wearing?" Matthew looked between the two of them. "I'm so glad you asked!" Francis said, clasping his hands together. "I was able to find these pair of black slacks, but you might have to wear a belt, because they seem a bit big at the waist." He told him, as he tossed the pants over his shoulder, and Matthew quickly ran to catch them. Francis also threw a pair of black briefs at him, which he caught, blushing. "Don't worry, we'll turn around so you can change." Gilbert said, walking over to Francis and somewhat forcefully, turned his back to Matthew, and could see the slight pout in his lips. As the two faced the walk, chatting to themselves, Matthew quickly discarded the towel and tugged on the black briefs. He then slipped on the black slacks and zipped them and button them to find out that Francis was right. They were too big.
"Um, I think I need a belt..." Matthew said softly as he held up his pants with one hand so that they wouldn't fall down. Both demons turned around to see Matthew standing there in those too big pants with no shirt on, though both controlled themselves so that they wouldn't scare the younger one. "R-Right." Francis muttered and got one, giving it to Matthew. As he put it on, Francis noticed the other's tattoo on his forearm. "Looks like your going to have to a long sleeve button-down. Not many people like the inking of skin." He told him.
Gilbert looked over at Matthew and saw it to, he was surprised he hadn't noticed it before. Either way he himself walked to his closet and pulled out a button down shirt and handed it to Matthew to be placed on. Once they were all ready to go, after Francis had finally given up on making one of Matthew's stray hairs lay down flat, the two of them got in the back of one of Gilbert's black limos. Francis, stood beside the door and closed it, saying he was taking his own sports car. He waved them off as the limo drove down the long drive way. "It's been a while since you've been outside right?" Gilbert said as he looked at Matthew, who was currently looking out the window, ears perked up right.
The boy simply nodded happily in response, as he rolled down the window by accident, which caused his eyes to light up. Seeing him so happy made him feel all the more guilty as to what he was about to do. "Hey, Matthew, can you sit down for a moment?" He asked him and saw the other reluctantly sit down and face him. Gilbert let out a sigh underneath his breath and ran a hand through his hair. "When we get to Eliza's party, you're gonna have to out this back on." Gilbert him, revealing the black collar. Originally Gilbert had taken off when Matthew had been under a temporary unconsciousness, but now that they were going to be seen in public... Seeing the hurt look in Matthew's eyes felt like a knife to Gilbert's chest.
"I'm sorry Matthew, but everyone else will see you as a pet for me. It's safer if we keep up that imagine. I have a reputation as the Grand Duke of Hell; if they see me letting one of my slaves walking around without a collar, or marking they're going to get suspicious and something bad might happen." He explained to him, hoping he would understand. Matthew didn't look up at Gilbert, and glared at the floor. "I won't put it on." He told him, squinting at the ground. "I see now where your priorities are, I was so foolish to think that you could care for someone." He muttered and crossed his arms, trying his best to keep his face emotionless, but Gilbert could see through that mask. "Listen, Matthew put yourself in my shoes-" "Why don't you put yourself in my shoes? A chef is suppose to show compassion or else his pack won't trust him and most likely exile him or something showing a little weakness shows that you're normal and not-" Gilbert cut Matthew off when he suddenly snapped the collar around his neck. "I'm sorry, whether you believe me or not right now, but your world you use to live in Matthew, that world and this one right now you're living in is completely different. You're just going to have to adapt to it to survive it." Gilbert told him.
Matthew had then, pushed Gilbert away from him. "I don't want to survive I don't want to fight, I want to live my life!" He snapped at him and turned to face the window, not wanting to talk anymore to him. Gilbert slumped back in his seat and sighed to himself. He seriously fucked up. The two stayed in silence for the rest of the drive to Elizabeth's party, neither one wanting to look at each other. When they finally got to the grand mansion, Gilbert was the first to get out and turned around to wait for Matthew to climb out, bit saw him still sitting in his seat, having no intention to move. "You coming Gilbert?" Francis called as he reached the front door of the house.
"Yeah, just give me a second!" He called to him. Gilbert looked around to make sure no one was around before crouching down and grabbed Matthew's arm to pull him closer to him. "Let me go! I don't want to go!" He growled, but suddenly stopped when he heard the 'click' of the collar and it falling to the ground was heard. "I wasn't thinking...I'm sorry Matthew." Gilbert said and held one of Matthew's hand. "I didn't think it'd make you that upset. I just, I just really like you." He told him and kissed one of Matthew's knuckle. Slowly Matthew stood up and out of the car, suddenly weary of Gilbert.
"Come on, Eliza always has some good food spreads." Gilbert smiled down at Matthew. The other nodded, hand still holding on to his as they walked into the large house. Gilbert guided Matthew to back of the house. As they reached a set of double doors Gilbert pushed them open dramatically. "Alright people! The party is here!" He hollered out loud, getting almost everyone's attention at once. Matthew's ears immediately fell flat against his head at Gilbert's yelling and flinched slightly. The both of them walked down a tiny flight of stairs into the big open yard, which was absolutely breath taking.
There were pole lamps all around the border of the yard, rich lush green grass covering every square inch, that wasn't the dance floor. That floor itself was made of wood, on a two foot elevated stage, where some people were dancing to classical music. In the yard, people chatted and were sitting around beautiful white clothed table and chairs. Everything in the late afternoon sun made it look kind of like a magical garden to Matthew. He let Gilbert guide him over to where Eliza and Roderick were talking to each other, a long the way many people noticed and looked at Matthew and saw them whispering to each other.
"Hey! I'm glad you two could make it!" Eliza said happily. "Aw, Matthew you look so adorable!" She said and went over to hug him tightly. This caused the young wolf demon to smile and blush a bit. Eliza herself was wearing a bright green sundress with a matching bow tied around her waist line, a pretty white flower tucked into her brown shimmering locks. "Y-You look pretty Elizabeth." He stuttered the slightest, which Gilbert and Eliza thought was cute. "Anyway, have fun you two, me and Roderick have to go greet a few more guest!" She said, and dragged a frowning Roderick along with her.
Watching them walk off, it was then that Antonio and his boyfriend Lovino came over to talk to them. After a few minutes both Antonio and Gilbert excused themselves, leaving Lovino and Matthew with each other. "So, Lovino how do like the party?" He asked him, as he looked around. "Eh? It's whatever, what I want to know is why you're so nervous?" He asked him, calling a servant over to get both of them a drink. Matthew thanked him, taking a glass. "I'm not nervous." He told him playing with the rim of his glass. "Keep telling yourself that, but I can understand why. A bunch if political ranking demons all gathered together for a 'little get together' it's so corny. It's just a better chance for them all to gossip about each other in front of each other." Lovino said, taking a sip from his drink. "Oh, I see." He mumbled and took a drink as well.
Suddenly Matthew coughed harshly, trying not to spit out the horrible tasting liquid out onto the groundon be rude. "What is this?" He asked to a snickering Lovino. "Sorry, didn't know you didn't like alcohol." He said. "Anywho, how's living with potato bastard been?" He asked, as the two walked around a little bit. "It...has it's ups and downs." Matthew said, tugging at the ends of his shirt. "I hear ya on that one. Antonio's so clueless sometimes, literally when I'm in the mood I have to spell it out for him." He told him, taking another sip. Internally Matthew tried not to blush as they kept causally walking making some talk. As they were both talking to each other, Lovino and a man bumped into him, causing him to spill his drink on Matthew a little bit. "Watch where you're going bastard!" Lovino yelled. "Ah, Lovino..." Matthew said, placing his hands on his shoulders and tried to tug him away from the person.
"I believe little pets should be on leashes the last time I checked." The person said, turning to look at the two shorter demons. The both of them looked up to see none other than Ivan standing there. Now the roles were changed and Lovino was now trying to tug Matthew away, who dared Ivan's gaze with his own and didn't move. His ears stuck up straight and tail bristled out behind his, lashing back and forth as his hands balled into fists. "Ah, if it isn't little Matthew and Antonio's bitch." Ivan said with his childish sounding voice and smile. "Why the hell are you here? I'm pretty sure Eliza wouldn't want you at her party." Lovino said. "I am a friend of a friend who just so happen to invite me." He said, and looked back at Matthew to see the pure malice infesting his eyes. "Why so mad little Matvey?" He asked with an almost perfected, worried look. "You know why you insidious bastard!" He growled under his breath. "You think just because you have some kind of title you think you can take me on?" Matthew asked.
Ivan simply giggled at them, "Of course! I could crush both of your skulls with just my hands." He told them, gesturing to his large hands. "Maybe Matvey should tone down a little, da? Wouldn't want Gilbert to come clean up your mess, or to have to embarrassingly drag his untrained pet away and have everyone frown upon him. That'd be very bad." Ivan pouted and raised his hand and petted his head with that sweetly sick smile on his face.
The only thing Lovino could think of in those next few moments he saw, was that Matthew had some really big balls, because before he knew it, both him and Ivan were wrestling each other on the ground. Ivan had Matthew pinned in moment, but Matthew had started to tear away Ivan's shirt with fangs and claws. He latched on to his arm and could taste the blood in his throat. They only stayed like that for a few moments before a few demons near by watching decoded to pull the two apart, obviously trying hard to keep the two from killing each other.
It was then that Gilbert came running over to them. "What the fuck is going on!?" He yelled, demanding to know, glaring at Ivan. "And why the fucking hell are you here?!" He added seeing the damn giant. "Your feral pet attacked me." Ivan said, licking his lips. "Of course he did!" Gilbert said, "He kinda does that to every asshole he meets, and you're the biggest one I know." He told him and walked over to Matthew, taking his arm and pulling him close to him, but kept his gaze on Ivan. "Good boy." He muttered into Matthew's hair. "Lovino, Tonio's looking for you." He said to other who nodded his head and walked towards them as they left the scene. Gilbert had ushered Matthew into the small patio area where no many people were. He told him to sit there while he went to go get him something to drink.
Matthew waited with his head in his hands thinking how stupid he was to let Ivan push his buttons like that! Trying to calm his shaking nerves he felt a hand on his bouncing leg and looked up, excepting Gilbert. Instead, a man with a beautiful tan with dark brown hair and eyes was standing there. His short locks of hair had eagle feathers twisted into them and wore dull golden armor with dark brown fur coverings and a necklace made of different bones and feathers. "Your father sent me here to give you bravery, but it looks like you already have it!" He said smiling down at him. "But a little more won't hurt." He said and covered Matthew's forearm where his tattoo was covered by his shirt. He suddenly felt light headed and dizzy.
By the time Matthew's focus came back into focus, the being was gone and there was a feather in his lap, an eagle feather. Moments later Gilbert came back with a glass of water and handed to him as he sat down next to him."Well, Eliza is pissed beyond pissed that Ivan was here, which she did not want at all! But you really showed that prick, but...I'm glad your okay, just don't do that again when I'm not there." Gilbert and patted Matthew's shoulder. "I could have handle him myself." Matthew muttered taking a sip of water. Gilbert chuckled softly. "I know I know." He said softly and leaned back in his seat, looking at the dance floor. "Hey, you wanna dance?" He asked Matthew.
"Um...I don't dance." Matthew told him, placing his drink down on the tiny glass table. "Oh, come on!" Gilbert said, bringing Matthew up with him. "No, Gilbert I can't dance, not like they're doing!" He said quickly, pointing at the group of people on the dance floor. "Okay, okay...remind me later to teach you later." He said out loud and took Matthew's hand. "Follow me." He said and guided Matthew to the side of the house.
By now, the afternoon sun barely could shine it's light through the trees surround the property, and the lights in the back yard illuminated everything. Though certain spots were cloaked in inky darkness, like the side of the house. "What are we doing Gilbert?" He asked him, thinking they might have been already leaving, because if they were he wanted to say goodbye to Eliza and everyone.
But that wasn't the case.
Gilbert shoved Matthew against the house wall, not enough to hurt but enough to surprise him. What surprise him even more was when he started to kiss him. Immediately without thinking Matthew kissed back. Matthew was still a bit awkward and just hoped he was doing good. Gilbert on the other end was hotly grabbing him, tugging at the edge of shirt and even squeezed Matthew's ass at one point. "Ah-Gilbert-Wh" Matthew tried to speak as he broke the kiss, moving his head to side. Which Gilbert then decided to take that opening and suck on Matthew's neck, causing him to give a small whimper.
Both of them where flushed up against each other and even in the darkness Gilbert could the other was blushing. "Sorry, I couldn't help myself. Ever since that kiss this morning...it was all I was thinking about, and doing things like this with you." Gilbert was breathing heavily, but not as bad as Matthew was.
"Gilbert, have you been drinking?" He asked him. "What? Oh hell no! Mattie, oh my god I'd never!" He said and backed away from him. "I'm sorry, I just didn't know." He told him, his fingers finding their way up to the spot on his neck where Gilbert's lips had been. "I know I sound like a some desperate pervert but I haven't been able to get any kind of release if I'm not thinking of you." Gilbert confessed to him. Matthew's face heated up and he didn't look up at Gilbert as his ears laid flat against his head. "I'm sorry Matthew I-" "I'll...I'll help you." Matthew said suddenly and Gilbert's eyes widen. "Listen, Mattie I'm not pressuring you to do this or anything!" Gilbert told him, putting his hands up in front of him.
"I know you aren't pressuring me, I'm not stupid enough to let someone like you do that." He told him, and took a small step forward.
"But, I'll help you on one condition..."
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