A/N: Here's chapter 3 :D It's uber short, I'm sorry about that, but hopefully the next chappie will be longer. And I'm sorry it took so long to put up, but did anyone else have trouble uploading documents onto Because I've been trying to for at least a week, but it hasn't been working. Just wondering if it's just my comp, or if it's screwing up.
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Chapter 3
Lunchtime was a long time coming for Shuichi. He spent countless hours staring at the clock while doing his chores.
Finally Hiro, who couldn't take it anymore, got a chair and took the clock down. Shuichi scowled at him.
"I'm sorry Shu-chan, but seriously, the whole staring at the clock like it's your long lost lover is freaking me out. Now just do your work and lunchtime will come soon enough."
Just not soon enough for my liking, Shuichi thought with a tiny sigh.
But lunchtime did eventually swing around, and Shuichi hastily raced to Yuki's study and knocked lightly on the door.
"Come in!"
Shuichi opened the door and was surprised to find another man inside the room with Yuki. Disappointment and jealousy twisted their way inside Shuichi's heart.
"Yes sir?" he asked, trying to keep his emotions off his face. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Yes, actually, there is something you can do. Sit." Yuki commanded.
Confused, and a little apprehensive, Shuichi sat down in a chair that had been placed in the middle of the room.
He noticed for the first time the large blank canvas sitting on a stand near the window.
Oh! That man must be an artist, not Yuki's lover, Shuichi thought, relieved and feeling a tiny bit foolish. I really should stop jumping to conclusions.
"This is Bernard. Bernard is going to paint you." Yuki said, obviously not one for beating around the bush.
Shuichi jumped. "Paint me?" he echoed, shocked. "Why?"
"Because I paid him to. Now just sit there and be still."
Shuichi could hardly contain his surprise and delight as Bernard moved the chair around so that the light lit up the right parts.
Yuki sama wants a picture of me That means that he must like me! A tiny frown tugged the corners of Shuichi's lips downwards. But Ava told me to be careful- should I tell her what's going on? Another thought wormed its way into Shuichi's mind: But what would she be able to do to stop him?
"What?" Yuki asked, coming to sit down near him. "You look like I just told you to jump off a bridge. You don't like people painting pictures of you?"
"Well, sir, no one's ever done it before." Shuichi said honestly. "If you don't mind me asking, why do you want a picture of me?"
"Heh." Yuki lit up a cigarette, ignoring Bernard's wrinkled nose at the smell of it.
"I would rather you didn't do that sir, it ruins the painting and well, the paints are flammable..." he murmured in quiet protest.
"Ch." Yuki stubbed out the cigarette, annoyance written all over his stern features. He seemed to have forgotten Shuichi's question, and the servant was just about to repeat it, when Yuki shrugged. "You're my muse."
"Sir?" Shuichi asked, his eyes wide and surprised.
Yuki chuckled, the sound so alien and rusty that Shuichi could only blink in amazement.
"Don't fret." he whispered and leaned in so close to Shuichi that the pink haired boy could smell his unique scent of spices and danger. "I won't hurt you." he lifted his hand so that it traced Shuichi's collarbone, his touch feather light, hardly there, yet managing to send tingles of excitement throughout Shuichi's body.
"Sir!" Shuichi gasped, unconsciously pressing closer to Yuki's hand.
The writer chuckled again and moved away. "Not just yet, my muse."
Is he... is he teasing me? Shuichi wondered, amazed, his skin still tingling. Bastard! He is teasing me! he realised, as he noticed the wicked gleam in the blond's eyes. He's just playing with me!
"Now paint." he commanded, turning to Bernard. "And make it as quick as possible."
"Yes, sir." Bernard murmured, only the slightest flicker of annoyance passing across his craggy face.
Shuichi sat in the same uncomfortable position for at least three hours, one arm thrown across the back of the armchair, his legs spread a bit too wide for his comfort, and his other hand was resting on his upper thigh.
By the way Yuki had smirked as Bernard had positioned him, it was obvious that Yuki had given the specifics on how he was to be positioned.
What does he want from me? Just sex? Shuichi couldn't help but feel a little hurt. I wish that someone would take me seriously for once.
"Have you almost finished yet?" Yuki walked back in the room. He had disappeared after 10 minutes of watching Bernard paint, gone to do god knew what.
To Shuichi's surprise he was followed by Ava. She shot a surprised glance at
Shuichi who tried to look as apologetic as he possibly could while using the least amount of muscles possible.
"May I ask why a servant is posing for a picture for you, sir?" Ava asked politely.
Yuki shrugged. "Why not?" he asked dryly.
Ava paused, looking from Shuichi to Yuki, then back to Shuichi again.
"Stop fretting. I haven't fucked him." the blond said bluntly, making Ava flinch slightly and Shuichi gasp. Bernard didn't even bat an eyelid.
"I apologise sir, that's not what I was implying at all." Ava's cheeks had turned a dull red.
She gave a quick curtsey and opened the study door. Just as she was leaving, Yuki strode over to her and bent his head so that his mouth was brushing against her ear. Shuichi watched curiously, and a little jealously, as Yuki whispered something into her ear, and felt his stomach churn as Ava went bright red and quickly walked off.
What did he say to her? Shuichi wondered, wishing desperately that he could read lips.
Yuki smirked and walked back over to Shuichi and Bernard.
"Well?" he demanded. "I asked you a question. Answer it."
"Sorry sir." Bernard said stiffly. "We should be finished within the next hour."
"Hn." Yuki grunted, looking displeased. "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and paint."
Shuichi got the feeling that Yuki didn't make a lot of friends.
If he has any at all, Shuichi thought, glancing at Yuki's angry and bitter face, the harsh lines framing his eyes and mouth. He would look so much younger and better if he just smiled more.
"Stop staring at me. You look like a goldfish." Yuki snapped at him.
Shuichi ducked his head, embarrassed and quickly turned back towards Bernard. "Sorry." he mumbled.
Yuki hid a smile. He's so... delicious, the blond thought. It wasn't quite the right word, but it was the closest he could get to describing Shuichi. He's so undeniably sweet yet a sexy little minx at the same, if that's even possible. He seems so naive and ignorant, and yet...
Yuki had seen that flash of sexual desire in Shuichi's eyes earlier, when the pink haired boy had pressed himself against his hand, and he had heard that breathless gasp that he had emitted.
He can't possibly be as innocent as he appears, not someone as beautiful as him. He must have done some experimenting before, Yuki thought.
"I'll be in my bedroom." Yuki said, and smirked as Shuichi jumped.
He has to work on hiding his emotions, Yuki thought, yet he had to admit that he liked the fact that Shuichi's face was so open and honest.
"Ask Ava to direct you there once Bernard's done. Got it?"
Shuichi nodded quickly, unable to meet Yuki's probing gaze. "Yes sir."
The painting took just over an hour to complete, and as Shuichi walked along to the east wing where Ava presumably was, overseeing the construction work taking place, he noticed that it was already dark outside.
I've spent basically a whole day sitting down and doing nothing, he thought a little guiltily.
He found Ava talking to one of the construction workers, her face set in a deep frown.
"... expensive." she murmured.
"I know." the construction worker shook his head and sighed. "But if you don't get it done, the building will collapse around your ears."
"I doubt Yuki sama would notice." one of the maids passing by Shuichi muttered under her breath.
Ava rubbed her temples and glanced around the east wing, as if to survey the damage, and caught sight of Shuichi.
"Shuichi! There you are! I've been worried sick about you all afternoon." she whispered fiercely under her breath. "He asked you to sit for a painting? What the hell were you thinking? You should have come to me first!"
"How could I do that? Ava, he's our master. I can't disobey him! This is the only home I've got, you know that as well as I do."
Ava lowered her gaze, knowing that Shuichi was right. "But still... Just make sure that he doesn't get you alone in a room."
"Umm..." Shuichi shot her a guilty look.
"Oh God. It hasn't even been half a week, and he's already got you wrapped around his pinky?"
"No! I mean, he asked me to ask you to show me to his bedroom." Shuichi gave a sheepish grin.
"His bedroom? Are you mad?" Ava whispered.
"I know, I know, but I can't just ignore his orders Ava. And he's incredibly specific about them." Shuichi sighed. "Please Ava? Just show me to his bedroom- I promise I won't let him touch me."
Well, not much…
"Fine. But I don't like this one bit, Shuichi. I really don't." Ava complained and led Shuichi down a winding maze of corridors and passageways.
"You need a map or something to get around this place." Shuichi muttered, having given up on trying to memorise the way already. "I didn't realise it was so big!"
"Well only the master ever uses this part of the house. This is the southern part of the building, and none of us are allowed to go here."
Or in the study, but I was allowed, Shuichi thought proudly.
A sudden thought occurred to Shuichi. "Hey, Ava?"
"Mm?"
"What did Yuki sama whisper to you? When we were in the study, remember? He said something to you. What did he say?" Shuichi asked curiously.
"Nothing important." she said breezily.
Ava hmphed, and muttered something under her breath.
"What? I didn't get that."
"Yet."
"Huh?"
"He said yet." Ava forced out through gritted teeth. "Now do you get why I'm so worried about you?"
Shuichi frowned, not really getting it. He dug back in his memory, trying to remember what Yuki had said before that.
Ava had said something about it not being appropriate for Shuichi to pose for a painting for Yuki, or something along those lines, but what had Yuki said? Shuichi went a ripe shade of red as the memory hit him, hard, with the added word.
"Stop fretting. I haven't fucked him... Yet."
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Shuichi was still blushing when Yuki opened the door for him.
"What's wrong with you?" Yuki asked, taking in his pink cheeks and dazed expression.
"Um... nothing..." Shuichi attempted a smile, trying not to imagine Yuki naked.
"Sure doesn't look like nothing." the blond grunted, and gestured for Shuichi to enter his bedroom. "Don't just stand there. I don't pay you to stand around looking like an idiot."
Shuichi frowned, regaining his senses.
For someone who supposedly likes me, he sure doesn't act it.
Yuki couldn't help but smirk inwardly at the hurt expression on Shuichi's face.
I forget that he isn't used to my callous ways, Yuki mused. I guess I'll have to go easier on him.
"Stop looking like a kicked puppy." he closed the door behind Shuichi and walked over to small table in the middle of his room. "Do you want a drink?"
"Um, yes please." Shuichi glanced at the blood red liquid. "Is that... alcohol?"
"Otherwise known as wine, yes."
"Should I really be drinking that? I'm supposed to be working..." Shuichi said, obviously having misgivings about agreeing to come see Yuki in his bedroom.
What if I get drunk and make a total ass of myself? he wondered fretfully.
Yuki rolled his eyes. "I'll water yours down if you're that worried."
Shuichi felt like something small and insignificant trapped under the heel of Yuki's shoe which was being slowly squashed. He felt so young, so childish, so naive.
"I'm sorry..."
Yuki glanced at him and was surprised at the miserable expression in the young boy's eyes.
"Hey." he handed Shuichi a glass of water. "Don't look so upset. I'm not forcing you to drink."
Shuichi accepted the water gratefully. "Thank you."
What would Ava have said if I had turned up for work drunk? Shuichi shuddered inwardly. I really don't want to think about it.
"What's your full name?" Yuki asked abruptly as he sipped at his wine.
Shuichi blinked, a little surprised at the question. "Uh Shuichi Ogura."
"Ogura?" Yuki couldn't help but feel that the name somehow didn't sound Shuichi. "Where are you from?"
"Is this like 20 questions?" Shuichi asked before he thought about what he was saying. He quickly shut his mouth, determined not to speak out of turn again.
But Yuki didn't seem to care that Shuichi had spoken freely, and just shrugged. "Perhaps."
"Do I get to ask you questions?" Shuichi asked, a little braver now, seeing that Yuki didn't give a shit about servant/master protocol.
"No." Yuki smirked and walked over to the other side of the room. "Come here."
Shuichi went over to him obediently. "Hey! There's a door!"
"Good observation, captain obvious." Yuki said dryly.
Shuichi grinned sheepishly. "Sorry."
Yuki pushed the door open and Shuichi was surprised to see that it opened to a balcony.
"Oh wow!" he exclaimed, his violet eyes wide and excited. "Can we go outside?"
"No, I just wanted you to see that I had a door that opened to a balcony. Of course we're going outside." Yuki said scathingly.
"Sorry..."
"Stop apologising." Yuki pushed Shuichi out onto the balcony. "Like the view?"
"Yeah! It's amazing..." Shuichi said breathlessly, staring out at the afternoon sky and the landscape splayed out in front of him. "It seems like the land just goes on forever and ever."
Yuki glanced at the pink haired boy next to him, feeling his heartbeat pick up. The afternoon sun turned his hair a deeper, richer shade of pink, and highlighted his high cheekbones, his long lashes and full, rosy lips.
Lips that are just begging to be kissed...
Not wanting to disappoint them in any way at all, Yuki reached out and, cradling Shuichi's cheek in one hand, stole a kiss from those lips. He felt rather than heard Shuichi gasp, and he felt the lithe boy's heart race underneath the thin shirt he wore.
He wrapped his other arm around Shuichi's slim waist, pulling the boy closer and up, so that he was standing on the tips of his toes. He felt Shuichi tentatively begin to kiss back, his movements unsure and hesitant.
But that didn't matter to Yuki- he walked forwards until Shuichi's back made contact with the cold concrete wall, making the boy squirm and emit a quiet squeak.
Yuki let out a low groan at the sudden friction and he pressed harder against Shuichi who squeaked again, though this time it had nothing to do with the cold concrete.
"Yuki sama..." he murmured breathlessly.
Yuki withdrew for a second, and glanced down at Shuichi, suddenly unsure of himself.
How old is this kid anyway? He can't be more than 20... God, has he even finished high school?
But those thoughts immediately vanished when Shuichi gave a desperate little mew and rubbed himself against Yuki.
"Please..."
How can I deny an angel? Yuki wondered, taking in Shuichi's flushed cheeks, his bruised lips and the desire in his heavy lidded eyes.
"Let's take this to the bedroom." was all he said in reply, before he picked Shuichi up easily, as if he weighed no more than a doll, and carried him back to his bed.
Finally... I have him all for myself.
A/N: Um I really can't write lemons, so hence the sudden cut off lol. And if you're wondering why they sleep together so early on, it's important to the story :P So be kind please! And no flames, just CC.