Ohaayo Mina-san!

I'm back ,and sorry I took so long to finish this part of the side story. Once again I advise you to read kitty first before you continue with this side story (if you haven't already)
And thanks for the ones who took the time to review!


Save the tears for the right moment Part B

Milliardo was brought to his new place. On the way to his new house he didn't speak with his new Master. The pretty young man on the other hand told the boy a lot about how he wanted him to be and how to act. Milliardo listened, and tried to remember everything.
'So, what's your name?' the man asked suddenly.
'My name?' asked Milliardo astonished. He knew many people didn't care about their slave's names.
'Is it such a strange question? I don't want to call you slave-boy. I'd rather call you by your name, don't you agree?' he answered with a
question. 'So, what's your name?'
'Milliardo…Master.'
'Pretty name…not very common for a slave…anyway, my name's Michael Vernon.'
'The blond nodded. He wondered why he was told his Masters name. He was learned never to address people with their names, only "sir" "ma'am" or "Master" and "Mistress".

Probably 'cause he wants to punish me when I accidentally say his name…

Not very long later they arrived at Michael's house, rather, mansion.

Wow…this house is enormous…It's even bigger than the STI…

'Are you so surprised with the size of the house? It's not really that big…' he said. Just as he said that three people came outside. The personal butler, and two servants.
'Good day My Lord. Can I help you with something?' asked the butler.
'No thank you Richard. We'll be fine.' He said. He gave his coat to one of the servants and went inside, making sure Milliardo followed him, though the boy stayed t least two steps behind him.
'I'll show you where you sleep for the first few days. But first let me get rid of those horrible chains. I don't like seeing people tied up at all…' he said. He got a key card out of his pocket and he loosened the boy's wrists. Right after Milliardo was picked out of the line he was "granted" new electronic cuffs. Unbreakable, and impossible to break free from.
The boy rubbed his wrist as the heavy cuffs were gone. Meanwhile they arrived in a small, yet comfortable looking bedroom.
'This will be your room until I ask you in mine. You can go out on the balcony if you like, but keep in mind…there are camera's all around the house, except for the bathrooms and my room, so if you try and escape, It'll be on film, and I WILL punish you for that.'
'Sounds logical enough master, but I won't try and escape.' Said the blond observing his bedroom.
'I hope so. Anyway, there's a small bathroom adjacent your room, it's that door. The bigger bathroom is across the hall, tow doors to the left. Normally you don't come there, unless I ask you to, understand?'
'Yes Master.' Said the blond. He shuddered when he thought about what he had to do when he was in the bigger bathroom together with his Master. He hadn't had a problem with it at all when he was in the STI, but back there he knew with whom he was sharing the bed/bathroom, now, he didn't know a think about this man…and it wasn't a comfortable feeling.
Michael noticed the sudden silence in the boy.
'Something wrong Milliardo?' he asked nicely
'No, I'm fine master. Don't mind me. May I ask a question?'
'You just did.' Joked his Master. 'but sure, go ahead.'
'Is it too much asked if I want to go outside the house so now and then? With someone around of course to watch.' He added
immediately.
'Yes, you may go outside so now and then. I do want you to tell me first where you're going though.'
'I understand master. I will ask you first of course.'
'Good, very good.' He said smiling. 'Because I don't want someone as beautiful as you running away from me.' He said hugging the
blond from behind.
Milliardo tensed, but immediately told his body to relax. He couldn't have his body going against his Master's wishes. He moaned as his Masters hand slipped under his shirt and started to tease his nipple.
'You like it, don't you Mil?…do you want me to continue?' he whispered in the boy's ears.
'Only if you want to continue as well Master.' Answered the boy. That was one of the answers Imes had learned him. If he'd said no, he would certainly disappoint his Master. If he said yes, it would seem like the Master had to fulfil his needs.
'Ooooooo…You're well trained boy. But let me show you the rest before we continue…' he said letting go of his slave. Somewhere Milliardo was relieved.
'Richard will take care of the clothes you wear.' Continued Michael. He'll drop them off in your room every night for the day to come. Don't complain about what I want you to wear, only if you're allergic or something like that. Other than that, you have to address Richard and all other servants properly. They're in a higher position than you are. Treat them with respect, as you will treat me. I'll now show you the rooms downstairs then…'

When they both went downstairs a boy around twelve years of age approached Michael.
'Big brother! I didn't know you were home already. How did it go? Is that him? Asked the energetic boy. His long shoulder length black hair was tied in a pony tail, a few strands of hair were hanging loose against his face, moving with every move he made.
'Yes, this is him. Allen, meet Milliardo. Milliardo, this is my little brother Allen.'
'It's a pleasure to meet you…eh…sir?' said Milliardo, confused how he should call the boy. He was younger than he was, so "sir" wasn't really appropriate.
Allen smiled. 'Allen alone is jut fine. How old are you Milliardo?' he asked.
'I'm fourteen.' He answered.
'Cool! An I lend him sometimes from you brother? I really want someone to play with…seeing nobody of my age lives nearby. At least, if you don't mind Milliardo.' Added Allen immediately.
'I…' started Milliardo.
'He wouldn't mind.' Finished Allen's brother.

That's what I wanted to say…thought Milliardo slightly irritated.

'But not now. I've got to show him around. After that I have to go to a meeting, so you can try and make him feel at home, okay squirt?' he teased.
'I'm not a squirt!' defended Allen. 'But yeah, sure, thanks big brother.' He added and disappeared in a few seconds.

'You really don't mind playing with my brother so now and then, do you?' asked Michael to be sure. 'Because I don't want you all grumpy when I request you at night.'
'No Master. I don't mind at all. He looks like a nice boy to me.'
Michael smiled. 'Good to hear…So…here's the dining room. You'll be joining my brother and me with breakfast, lunch and dinner. My study is over here, and I don't think you'll ever be here without a good reason. Without my permission you can't go in. The kitchen is over there, if you need something, for example if you missed lunch or something like that. I've got a training room in the west side of the house, as well as an inside swimming-pool. Ask first before you go and take a dive. You can use the training room whenever you want to…' he said going to the end of the hallway. 'This is a room you really want to avoid.' He opened the door and let Milliardo have a peek.
'I'll make sure I won't have to enter that room Master.' He said as he immediately averted his gaze somewhere else. He saw several torture machine's. Machine's he'd like to avoid.
'That's what I wanted to hear. So…that would be all. Do you have a question about something Milliardo?'
'Actually, yes, I have.'
'Go ahead then.'
'I know what to do at night, but during the day, do I have chores?'
'No, I've got several servants who take care of everything in and around the house. During the day you can do what you want, except for running away.' Answered Milliardo's Master smiling.
'Okay, I understand. Thanks Master.'
'No problem. Now…let me show you my brothers room, so I can go to a boring meeting, the third time this week.' He complained.
'Maybe, but now you have something to look out to. I will take away your frustrations when you ask me to Master.'
'Will you? That is certainly something to look out for. I'll keep you to that Milliardo.' He said. 'This way to my brothers bedroom.' He
added
'Make sure you behave…' said Michael.
'I will big brother.' Teased Allen when Milliardo entered the enormous bedroom. The bedroom alone was big enough to let a whole family live.
'Don't tease him too much Allen, you understand?' asked Michael very serious.
'Yeah yeah, I understand. Don't tease too much. Will be taken care of…by the way, shouldn't you be going big brother? Aren't you going to be late if you keep talking with me?' teased Allen back.
'One day Allen, I swear, you'll regret teasing me.' Joked Michael. 'I'll see you two with dinner.' He said and left. When the coast was clear Allen immediately began questioning Milliardo.

'So, what do you think about my brother? He isn't really that bad, is he?'
'No, he seems like a fair person. What about you?' teased Milliardo.
'That's a daring question, you know?' remarked Allen.
'Yeah, I know.' Said the blond smiling.
'You know. I think I like you. We're gonna have a great time when my brother doesn't ask for you.'
Milliardo smiled faintly. 'Allen, can you answer a question for me?'
'Depends on the question.' Said Allen as he sat down in a chair in front of the TV. The TV was n, and a game was paused in the midst of a shooting scene.
'It's about your brother….I…I'm not sure if I'm allowed to ask this question, but do you know how often he'll be asking for me? He's a
young man, but very busy, I think…from what I've heard just today.'
'Yeah, he's busy, but that doesn't mean he's not active when he's home. I don't know how often he…well, you know… I do know that he'll give you the first week free time at night, to get used, but after that I really don't know. You'll be sleeping together with him, but I don't know more.'
'I see, thanks….How old is your brother anyway?'
'Twenty-six. And officially I'm his half—brother. But that doesn't mind.' Said Allen grinning. 'We both don't know our mothers, because they both died just after giving birth to us. We have the same father though. He died two years ago, and left my brother with all of his
belongings. This house and millions of money. Do you know your parents?'
'No, I was born as a slave. I never had the permission to see them. I know my mothers name, but that's all I know about them…well, actually, I know a bit more, but that isn't important.'
'O, I'm sorry for bringing it up.' He apologised.
'No, don't be sorry…it's okay. I learned to live with it. May I sit down?' he asked making a gesture to the chair opposite of Allen.
'Of course you may. You don't have to ask me such stuff. When my brother isn't around you don't have to keep yourself to all the rules. I'm not that difficult, and neither is my brother. Just make sure you don't anger him. I assume he showed you 'the room'?' asked Allen.
'Yeah, he did. I'll make sure I never end up in there…anyway, what game is that you're playing? It looks interesting?' he said looking at the TV.
'You bet it is! It's the best game ever made…You wanna give it a try?'
'Sure, why not?'

'Awwwww man, you're good.' Complained Allen after he'd just lost three times from Milliardo.
'Just luck. I've never played this game before.' Said Milliardo polite. It was true. He'd never played such a game before. In fact, he'd
never played a game in his entire life.
'Well, you sure have strong luck then…So…we've got an hour until dinner…shall we go outside? I'm tired of being on my room the
whole time.'
'Sure. Go ahead. I'll follow.' Said the blond. He liked the idea of being outside for a while. During his training he often spend his free time
learning in the garden in the middle of the building, but really being outside was something he'd never done before.

When Michael returned form an awful meeting he immediately went to his little brothers bedroom to check on him and his new slave.
'Not here? Then where are they?' he asked to himself.
'They're outside my Lord.' Answered a servant who was passing by and heard him. 'On the patio.'
'Thanks.' He said. He dropped his bag and coat in the main hall and made his way outside. He expected Allen teasing and overrunning Milliardo with all of his childish games, but to his surprise he found Milliardo sunbathing and his little brother making his homework.
'Wow, that's something new.' He said after he observed the both boys for while. 'I never thought I would be seeing you making your
homework.' He teased.
'Big brother! I didn't hear you return! And Milliardo helped me out with my homework. We talked, and somehow ended up with my homework. I told him I didn't understand it at all, and he explained it to me.' Explained Allen brushing his now loose hanging hair with his fingers.
'You did?' asked Michael to Milliardo.
'Yes Master. It wasn't really difficult for me to explain.'
'Not difficult? Allen is now busy with a high level of Maths. Normally nobody understands a thing about it.' Said Michael surprised.
'From the time I could read and write I was taught in almost everything.'
'Almost everything? I find it impressing that you can read and write…What were you taught then?' asked Michael sitting down on one of the chairs between his brother and Milliardo.
'Well, of course English, but also German, French, maths, Philosophy, Politics, and Japanese. I've got my second degree in all languages.'
'Second degrees in English, German, French AND Japanese? Wow…amazing.' Remarked Michael.
'You find that impressing? Who wants to study Politics!' said Allen shuddering with the thoughts about reading a book about politics, let
alone learn it for fun.
'Politics isn't really that bad.' Said Milliardo smiling. 'I find it interesting, and it's easy to learn if you're interested in something.'
'That's certainly true.' Said Michael. 'I didn't know they took the time to teach slaves such things.'
'They don't.' said Milliardo. 'I taught myself. My trainer was kind enough to bring me the books I needed, but he didn't teach me…not that…'
'You're strange, you know that?' said Allen suddenly.
'Allen!' warned Michael. 'That wasn't a nice thing to say.'
'I'm sorry.' He said to his brother.
'Don't apologise to me bro, apologise to Milliardo.'
'No, it's okay. You don't have to apologise Allen.' Said Milliardo before Allen had to make himself look bad in front of his brother. 'I'm used to such comments.'
'That doesn't mean those comments can be made again. But if you really don't mind, it's your decision.
'My Lord? Dinner is ready.' Called Richard.
'We're coming.' He called back. 'Let's go inside. I bet you both are hungry.'

While inside Milliardo was astonished with the amount of food that was being placed on the tale. He waited for his master and Allen to sit down before he did.
During dinner they didn't speak much. And if they talked it was more like small talk.
'Milliardo? Could you come to the study in half an hour?' asked Michael. 'I want to talk with you privately.'
'Of course Master. I'll be there.'
'That means Allen, NO eavesdropping, understood?' asked Michael to his little brother.
'Yeah yeah, sure, no eavesdropping…I'll make you tell me later on.' He said.
'You wish.'
'I do.' Joked Allen back.
'You're so hopeless, you know that squirt?'
'I'm not a squirt!'

Milliardo decided that this was the part where he should leave. He shouldn't be interfering in his Master's personal life like that. He
excused himself and went outside on the patio enjoying the last rays of sun.

About half an hour later he went to the study to meet his Master.
He knocked on the door and waited with coming in till he heard an "Enter"
'You wished to speak with me Master?' he asked.
'Yes.' Said Michael. He was standing with his back to Milliardo. 'I want you to be careful around Allen.' He said turning to his slave.
'Careful? What do you mean Master?'
'I wasn't finished yet.' He said. 'Allen has reached the age that he wants to explore what he can do and what he can't do. He'll use you to find out the lines of right and wrong. So don't be surprised when he shoves the blame on you, or uses you for himself.'
'Do you mean…he'll…want me to…sleep with him?' asked Milliardo carefully.
'Maybe. I do not know what is going on in my brothers head, but he loves to explore, and you're at the moment the best opportunity for him to try things. If I ever find you and my brother on a way which I don't like, I'll have to punish you instead of my brother, though he'll probably the one who's wrong.'
'I understand Master. I'll keep an eye out.'
'Good.' He said smiling. 'I suppose Allen already told you that you don't have to accompany me for the next week?'
'Yes, he told me. But I asked for it.'
'I thought so. It doesn't matter. It's logical if you want to know such a thing.' He said sitting down in a chair. 'Come behind me Milliardo.'
The blond complied silently.
'Give me a massage…the meeting was terrible…I could use some diversion…' Milliardo smiled faintly and started giving his Master a
massage.
'Aww…you're good…a little lower please…yeah, right there…' said the blonds master satisfied. Milliardo decided to be a bit bold and
he kissed his master on the nape of his neck, while still continuing with his massage.
'You're all stiff Master…this couldn't have come from the meeting alone…'
'Mmm… you might be right…I haven't relaxed in ages…but please…don't stop…'
'Don't stop with what Master?' asked Milliardo teasing. 'This?' he asked while kissing his Masters collarbone.
'O…yeah…don't stop with that…'he said practically moaning.

About half an hour later Milliardo had ended up in his Masters lap and was softly nibbling Michaels ear.
'You're so damned good…I think I'm going to regret that I've given you the first week off…' moaned the blonds Master.
Suddenly Allen entered the room.
'Big bro. I…o….sorry…I'll come back later…' he said grinning.
'No, wait, what do you want Allen?' asked Michael making clear Milliardo had to stop.
'No, really, it's not anything important. Sorry for disturbing you.' He said politely and disappeared.
'Why do I have the feeling that he didn't want to ask or say anything at all?' asked Michael smiling. 'Now…where were we….O, right
the part in which I said I was going to regret something…I can always change my principles…' he said grinning mischievously.
'You can always do that yes…but should you?' teased Milliardo. He knew he was on dangerous territory if he didn't want to share his body from the start, but on the other hand, Milliardo couldn't really care. He didn't think Michael was that bad to him, so he could give in from the start to gain some trust, or at least gain recognition.
'What the hell did they learn you in the STI?…How to give in immediately?' teased Michael, now assaulting his slaves mouth with his tongue.
Milliardo gave a small moan and leaned into his Master.
'Maybe…' he answered when Michael broke the kiss. 'Maybe not…you'll never know.' He teased back.
'True, very true. Would you mind?' added the man suddenly.
'Mind? Mind what Master?' asked the blond knowing exactly what the man meant.
'If I would take you to my bedroom and take you right now.'
'Do I have a say in it then? I though I was just a mere slave, obligated to follow the rules.' He said innocently..
'You know…I really don't understand you…What makes you so giving? Not that I complain.' He smiled, kissing the blond on his cheek
'I had a good trainer, that's all Master.' He said kissing the older man back.
'Right…you're training. It wasn't really that difficult for you, was it?'
'Difficult? What do you mean with difficult? I learn quick, and I like to learn…'
'You had a caring trainer, hadn't you?'
'Yes. A very caring trainer, but that doesn't mean I had it easy.' He said evasively. He quickly added 'Master.'
'I never said you did. I was just wondering if you had it that good that you don't fear what is coming. I suppose your trainer didn't force you the first time, am I right?'
'I…yeah, I think so. Why do you ask Master?'
Michael avoided the question with another question.
'So…you've never been raped?'
'R…raped? No, there were times I didn't feel like it, but no, it wasn't that…' he said carefully. 'Will you..?' he asked softly.
'No, I won't. If you give your body to me, I promise I won't hurt you in such a way. But…if you dare to resist me, I will.'
'I know. That's what I've been taught.' He said avoiding his Masters eyes.
'So, once again…would you mind?'
Milliardo had to think back this time to remember the first time when his Master asked that question. 'No, I don't think I would mind Master.' He said smiling faintly.
'Are you sure you're not giving me that answer because you know that that's what I want to hear?'
'Yeah, I'm sure about it. I'm a slave after all.'
'That you are. My little, blond, gorgeous slave.' He said taking Milliardo in his arms and making his way to the bedroom. Michael gently
dropped his slave on the bed.
'Stay put. I've got to get something out of the bathroom.' He ordered.
Milliardo first lay down, leaning on his elbows afterwards when he saw his Master return.
'Do you have experience with these?' he asked holding up several "toys".
'Yes, all of them Master. My trainer wanted me to be prepared for everything to come.'
'Then he's a wise man. Strip for me Milliardo.' He said while dropping the stuff and locking the bedroom door.
Milliardo obeyed. The first few times he got that order he always hesitated, but he learned not to be ashamed of his body anymore. From
what he heard from others he had absolutely nothing to be ashamed about.
'You are soooo beautiful, do you know that?' asked Michael as he crawled over his slave, pinning the boys hands above his head.
'I've been told that before, yes.' Said the blond. He moaned when his Master kissed him. The mans tongue softly ran over the boys lips, begging for entrance. The boy complied and opened his mouth for his Master. His own tongue sparred with the intruder, but gave in after a few seconds. Michael suddenly backed of and got something that was lying on the ground.
'Show me your arms beautiful.' He said. He cuffed his slaves hands to the headboard.
'Afraid I'm going to run?' teased Milliardo.
'Perhaps.' Said Michael smiling. He now lowered his attention to two pink nipples. The blond groaned as he felt his Master placing butterfly kisses on his chest, his hands 'accidentally' brushing against his nipples………………………

'Are you okay?' asked Michael. They were both lying spread out on the bed. Milliardo resting his head on his Masters chest.
'Uhuh…I'm fine.'
'Not sore?'
'Not sure yet. I've gotta move to find out…don't wanna…'
Michael smiled. He brushed his fingers through his slaves long blond hair until the boy fell asleep. He covered them both with a blanket and he went to sleep as well.

The next morning.

'My Lord? Breakfast is ready.' Called a servant while knocking on the door. Milliardo woke up because of the noise. He tried to wake Michael as well, but his master wasn't really cooperative.
'Mmm…I'm tired…lemme sleep.' He mumbled turning on his other side.
'Give us a few minutes.' Called Milliardo back to the servant.
'Did you have to say we're coming?' complained the boys Master. 'I'm not hungry at all.'
'But I am.' Teased Milliardo. 'C'mon Master. If we don't show up at breakfast Allen is going to ask questions.'
'He will even if you do come out of bed now…' groaned Michael. 'He's too damned curious…anyway…I guess I should get out of bed.' He said more awake now. He swung his legs out of bed. 'You're joining me?' he asked, more demanding it. He was already
making his way to the bathroom.
'Just a second.' Said the blond as he got off the bed as well, regretting it immediately. He held his hand on his lower back.'Sore?' asked Michael concerned.
'Nothing to worry about. It isn't really that bad.' Said the blond.
'If you say so…'

During breakfast there was a nerve-wrecking silence. Normally nobody talked a lot during breakfast, but never had there been a
complete silence. It was driving Allen insane.
'Okay, spit it. Did I miss something? It's never this quiet during breakfast.'
'No, you didn't miss anything…I'm just not in a real talkative mod today, that's all.' Said Michael smiling.
'Is it a big problem if I don't believe you big bro?'
'Problem? Not for me. For you it might be.' He teased.
Allen was about to say something back, but decided not to. He knew he couldn't win this time with a word argument. He would question
Milliardo about it later, when he would be out.
'Fine. Then don't tell me.' He pouted.
'By the way, Milliardo? Could you come to the study in about an hour? I want to discuss something with you.' Said Michael when he'd
finished with his breakfast.
'I'll be there Master.' Replied to blond.
'One more thing. Allen, there will be a party tonight. I want you to come as well.'
'A party? Who's?'
'Some far far away uncle. "Wants to get to know the family better."'
'Aww…do I have to come as well? It's boring.' Complained the boy.
'Yes, you have to. And Milliardo. You'll be coming as well.' Added Michael.
'Me Master?' he asked surprised. Normally bed-slaves never were taken outside the house, especially not taken to parties.
'If there's someone else in this house with the name Milliardo, tell me.' He said answering the question indirectly. 'Now if you could
excuse me.' Said the man polite, and left the dining room.

When Allen was sure his brother wasn't near he directed himself to Milliardo.
'So, what REALLY happened tonight?' he asked.
'Nothing special, really. Nothing you should worry about young Master. May I leave the table?' he asked polite.
'Yeah, guess so.' He answered, knowing the blond wouldn't ell him either.

Milliardo nodded and went outside for a while. About an hour later he went to the study, just as his master had asked him.
'Master?'
'Yes, Milliardo, come in. Tonight, I want you to be on your best behaviour. You'll probably draw a lot of attention, not only because
you're very, very beautiful, but also because my family doesn't think it's normal for a man of my age to have you, you understand? I do not want you to ruin my name. You have to watch out for Allen once again, because he's going to be bored to hell, so he'll direct himself to you, understood?'
'Yes Master. I understand.' Answered the blond.
'Good. You may go now.'
'Yes Master.' The blond said and left. 'O, Master? Can I go and take a swim?' he asked, his head peeking around the door.
'Yes, you may. Make sure you don't make a mess around the pool.'
'I won't, thanks Master.'
'No problem Milliardo.'
Michael gathered his stuff and left the mansion to work. He did have millions to spend, but he just couldn't sit and do nothing every single day.

Milliardo swam for about an hour before he came out of the water. He took on a bathrobe, and started drying his hair with a towel. Meanwhile he made his way to his Master's bedroom. On the way there he ran into Allen, literally.
'Sorry.' Apologised Milliardo immediately, looking at the ground to avoid the persons eyes.
'It's okay.' Said Allen smiling. 'I wasn't watching where I was going. You just took a swim?' he added.
'Yeah, it had been a long time since the last time I was allowed to take a swim.'
'If you had told me I would've joined you.'
'The next time I'll tell you.' Smiled Milliardo. 'Now if you could excuse me, I've got to take some clothes on before the Master returns.'
'By all means.'

That evening they went to the party. It was a party as Michael had suspected it would be. Just a bunch of money hungry people, that happened to be his family. Milliardo caught the most attention during the evening. It was quite normal for rich persons to have slaves, but nobody expected Michael to own one. He was at an age that normally men would try and find a wife to start a family. And not to forget, Milliardo was a very young, beautiful slave, and well mannered. The women were crazy about him.
'He's so polite…' 'And so adorable…' 'And don't forget his hair…It actually looks like silk…' 'I wonder if his hair really feels like silk…'
Milliardo sighed, nonetheless he stayed polite and humble.

Allen was jealous.

And not a little bit jealous. Normally he would have the attention of everyone, because he always was the youngest one, but now everyone seemed to prefer Milliardo over hi. Of course he got attention as well, but not as much as Milliardo received.

The three of them somehow survived the party and now were in the limo, back home.
'That was one of the most boring parties I've ever been to.' Complained Allen.
'I must agree with you in that little brother. But we had to come.'
'Next time tell im sick and lying on bed.' Pouted Allen. He was really annoyed.
'That might be a good plan.' Said Michael smiling. 'Then I have an excuse to stay away as well. I've gotta take care of my little brother, don't I?' he teased.
'I can take care of myself!' defended Allen immediately.
Milliardo sighed. Allen was so easy to tease. He stared out of the window. Suddenly he saw a building that looked familiar to him, yet he hadn't seen it before. He was sure of that.
'Master? That…castle…who lives there?'
'Castle? O, that one. The king lives there. Lord Peacecraft.'
'Peacecraft? We're in Sanc? It's miles away from the STI.' He said surprised.
'Yes, were in Sanc, does it surprise you that much? The STI is known all over the wold, I thought you knew that.'
'No, they never bothered the tell me.' he said evasively.
'That doesn't really surprise me. But why did you want to know who lives in that castle?
'Just curious.' He answered.

Must be my imagination that I recognise it…

The next three months nothing really special happened. Michael was still busy with work, but he didn't find that an excuse to not spend his time at night with Milliardo. Milliardo didn't mind it most of the time. His Master was really caring for him, and didn't force him in things he really didn't want to. But as everyone has, he sometimes just wasn't in the mood. He still pleased his Master nonetheless.

Meanwhile Allen was getting more and more jealous by the day. His big brother often spend more time with Milliardo than with his little brother. In the beginning Allen didn't really notice. It was always like that when he had a new slave…he had to spend some time with him/her to make them comfortable. But now he was taking a very long time, making Milliardo feel comfortable.

He was bored most of the time of the day, 'cause Milliardo avoided him more and more. What Allen didn't know was that Michael had asked Milliardo not to get too close with Allen. Allen was getting frustrated, and every time he wanted to talk about it with his brother, Milliardo was there, or was entering the room, and Michael didn't think it was important enough to send him away for a few seconds. Allen wanted to talk with his brother badly, but he didn't want Milliardo to be present. He was slowly trying another tactic He wanted to try how far he could go with Milliardo before his brother would stop him. He would make clear to his brother how it is to be 'left alone.'

'Aren't you bored Milliardo?' asked Allen when he saw the teen staring at the sky. It was Michael's birthday and they and the guests were all sitting outside o the patio. Milliardo was sitting on the ground.
'Not at all young Master.' He answered the boy. 'Are you?' he added whispering.
'You bet! Wanna come inside with me?'
'Only if your brother agrees.' Said the blond, not really wanting to go inside. He liked being outside, and he wasn't bored at all. Not to
forget he didn't really want to be alone with Allen after the warnings his Master had given him.
Milliardo asked his master permission, which was granted.
'Let's go to my room…' offered Allen.

Once in the bedroom Milliardo was pushed on the bed.
'Allen? What are you doing?' asked Milliardo confused. Allen didn't answer, instead he kissed the blond. Milliardo didn't return the kiss
and gently pushed Allen away.
'Your brother…' started Milliardo.
'Will never find out.' Added Allen trying to kiss the blond again.
'He will. And he's gonna kill me when he does. I can't do it young Master.'
Allen kissed Milliardo again.
'Don't worry. I'll take care of my brother. Show me what you do when you're alone with him.'
'No, I can't. Your brother is my Master, you are not.' Said Mil.
'Then why do you call me "Young Master"? I'll order you to obey me.' Remarked Allen.
'I only follow your brothers orders. I'm sorry Allen.' Apologised Allen.
'No! I want you now!' said Allen pushing Mil on his back again. He pinned him down and forcefully kissed him again…

'WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU TWO ARE DOING! Snapped Michael when he saw his brother in a very intimate and close to sexual way with his slave.
'Brother?'
'Master?'

O no…He knows it's not my fault…but even so…damn… thought Milliardo.

'Allen!' he snapped. 'Go to the living room. I'll talk with you later on.' He said angry, arms crossed on his chest. He was leaning against the wall, glaring at the two teens on the bed.
'But brother…'
'NOW!'
Allen quickly and silently left the room.

'Master…'
'I know.' Said Michael. He didn't really looked that angry anymore. 'He started it, right?'
'Yes, he did. I tried to stop him, but…' started the blond. He got of the bed and looked down to the floor. 'You're going to punish me,
right?'
'I have to. You understand that, don't you Milliardo?'
'Yes.' Said the blond softly.
'You must realise I do not want to hurt you because of something you didn't start, let alone didn't want to happen at all…' he started. 'I really don't want to hurt you. And I think, if I do punish you, it won't stop Allen from doing it again.'
'Probably not no.'
'And I can't punish Allen. The only thing I can do is ground him, which won't have any effect.'
'I know Master.' Said Milliardo. He didn't want to be punished, but the way his Master was stalling it was much worse.

Just get it over with…why delay the inevitable

'I will not punish you Milliardo.' Said Michael finally.
'What? Sorry, but…I…You…' said the teen confused.
'It won't work. I'll only be hurting you for nothing. I do not want to do that. There's only one other option.'
'One other option?' asked Milliardo carefully. His Master had said it in such a tone that he already didn't like it.
'To prevent it from happening again…' started Michael standing in front of his slave. 'I've got to bring you back.' He said. He gently
made Milliardo look at him.
'Back?' asked Milliardo. 'To the STI?' he said with fear in his eyes. He really didn't want to go back. If he didn't include the annoying moods of Allen, he liked it here.
'Yes. I'm sorry Milliardo, but I really can't keep you any longer. Not if I have to punish you every tie my brother wants you.'
'But Master…' said the blond with tears in his eyes. He took a few steps back, making sure his Master wasn't too close to him.
'I don't want to go back. I like it here…punish me everythime Allen is out of line, but please, don't bring me back.' He said desperately. He remembered something his Master and Kevin had told him. When one of his Masters would send him back to the STI he would go back to the STI, but he wouldn't go back to his trainer. He would go the the west-wing, for some extra training. He would have to go the only room with soundproof walls.
'Please Master…please…' he begged.
'I'm sorry Milliardo. I just don't punish people for things they didn't do.' He said nearing the frightened slave.
'Isn't sending me away a punishment then?' said Milliardo bitterly.
'Maybe. I do not know another way without hurting you. I'm sorry, I really am.' Said Michael wiping away the tears on his slave's cheeks with his thumb. Milliardo leaned into his Masters arms. 'Please…' he cried. 'I don't wanna go back…please…'
'Milliardo, your making it harder for yourself. C'mon. I'll ask Richard to ride the car out front.'
Milliardo swallowed and wiped his tears away with his sleeves. He knew he couldn't persuade his Master anymore. 'Wait in the main hall for me. I've got to send the guests away and I've got to talk with Allen first.'
The blond nodded. Suddenly he hated the black-haired young teen. He hated Allen as much as he had hated lady Une after the whippings.

I hope I don't see him again. 'Cause if I do, I don't know if I can keep myself from hitting him right in his face…

Milliardo waited in the main hall. About twenty minutes later his Master came to him. Allen wasn't with him.

Thank God he isn't with him…

Michael handed his slave a coat and they went outside together. Richard was already waiting. Milliard didn't say a word on the way back to the STI. He tried to avoid looking at his Master. He didn't want to end up in tears again.
'Milliardo, it's okay if you letit go. I'd rather have you cry now than in the STI. Come here. Sit on my lap beautiful.' Said Michael nicely.
The blond complied hesitantly. He hugged himself in his Masters arms, and just a few seconds after, the tears started falling down his cheeks again.
Michael just hugged the blond, trying to comfort him. 'That's right. Let it all go. Better cry here then there…'


Milliardo was quickly sold again. He only had to spend two days in the STI before someone else bought him. Another young man, pretty rich, and a mobile suit pilot. The war between OZ and the Alliance had just started a few days before Michael had taken Milliardo back to the STI. For the last couple years the Alliance had reigned, and now OZ was promising that if the Alliance was gone, they would take care of better times. The Alliance of course, didn't buy the chep talk and fought back. Though the Alliance had OZ far outnumbered, they couldn't win. The war would probably take a lot more time to be solved. But these were matters that didn't concern a certain blond. The only thing he had to think about was his new Mater, an Alliance soldier. The man, Alex, was at the moment in a stage of training, and he didn't have to go out on battles. He stayed on the military base, as did all other soldiers in training. Most of the time Milliardo had to spend the day alone in the man's quarters, bored to death. But often Alex had to run a night-shift, so there wasn't really a schedule for Milliardo to keep.

Alex hadn't even bothered to ask Milliardo's name after he had bought him. To him, Milliardo was just a toy, and he treated the blond like that.

"Fortunately" for Milliardo, Alex died in battle six months after the man had bought the blond. Milliardo was send back to the STI again, and this time it took a few weeks before he was sold again. He was taken to the west-wing again, though this time he couldn't help it at all that his Master had died. It wasn't his fault, though the trainers there didn't really min.d They loved to train/torture slaves further. Thus after three weeks Milliardo was rather happy that he had to stand in the line again. He didn't know his happiness would fade away soon, for his third Master would be Duke Dermail.

TBC


Okay, change in plans…Part C is coming up soon. I've got loads planned for the time Milliardo is at Dermails, and if I've got to write it in this chapter, it will just be too long.

By the way, thanks for all who reviewed! I live on reviews And sorry for the late update. I've got the whole story in my mind, but it isn't as easy as I thought to type it out. The last chapter might take a bit longer, 'cause I'm going to move in a couple of weeks…finally leaving home! Yay!

I don't think I'll be updating 'Kitty' anytime soon. I've worked myself in a position in which it isn't easy to continue…I've got several things still planned, but I'm not just in the right moods to continue yet… Sorry for that!

O, and now you've taken the time to read this babbling, could you also take the time to review? Please? Onegai shimasu?