Kaiba was home scarcely two hours when a package arrived at the gate. He came out to investigate and raised an eyebrow at the six-foot-six-inch high Persian rug.
"Burn it, I don't want it." Kaiba snorted, about to turn away from the deliverymen when he heard a coughing sound that seemed to come from the package. "Hmm, I can always burn it myself later." He allowed the two men to carry the carpet inside and set it down. "You can go now."
"But don't you want us to set it up?'
"I said go." Kaiba glared at them until they retreated. He turned to the rug and gave it a forceful kick to unroll it across the floor. He gave a self-satisfied smirk when he heard the sound of a body hitting the wall. "Not your brightest idea, but then nobody ever said you were a genius." He walked over to a hunched over Pegasus trying to catch his breath. He was wearing golden silk and glittering colored scarves. Pegasus smiled and leaned against the wall, his entrance clearly foiled.
"Hail Caesar?" Pegasus giggled as he rubbed his neck.
"What are you doing here, why are you stalking me, and what the hell are you wearing?" Kaiba set his arms akimbo on his hips as he waited for an explanation.
"I missed you," Pegasus smiled. "My birthday was so terribly lonely two weeks ago—no calls, no cards, no death threats. I wanted to make sure your birthday didn't end up the same way."
"Well maybe if you weren't an insane prick who uses others for his own selfish purposes, you'd have some friends." Kaiba scoffed.
"Ooh, touché. Oh wait, what's that? Oh, that's the sound of the pot calling the kettle black, Kaiba-boy." Pegasus smirked.
"Unlike you, I don't need friends; other people only serve to get in my way. And you still haven't told me what the hell that is you're wearing."
"My Cleopatra costume, of course…minus the wig. It was hot enough inside that blasted rug."
"You're wearing it, because why?" Kaiba's patience was wearing thin.
"Your present, Kaiba-boy! I'm your loyal slave for the day, anything you command I will do for you." Pegasus held his arms out emphatically.
Kaiba was about to tell him to go kill himself or jump off a bridge, but decided instead to see just how serious Pegasus was being.
"Okay, I want you to dust the entire mansion…oh, and wash the dishes too." He smirked.
"As you wish," Pegasus stood and prepared to go when Kaiba stopped him.
"The last maid we had left her uniform behind, you can find it in the servants' quarters' closet, she was quite a bit shorter than you, but I'm sure you can make it fit."
"Yes, Master." Pegasus smiled and dashed off to find his new uniform. Confident that he was rid of Pegasus for a while, Kaiba set to work on his computer to see how Mokuba was doing. His stocks were doing well and Mokuba updated the company website, it was as the young boy said—he knew what he was doing and did it well. Kaiba shut down his computer and sighed as he tried to think of something to occupy his time. Just then, Pegasus walked through the door in a skin-tight maid's dress that showed off more leg than Kaiba would have thought possible.
"Master Kaiba, where shall I clean first?" Pegasus attempted to sound cute and innocent as he smiled at Kaiba. That freak, is he actually enjoying this? Kaiba thought about what he could have Pegasus do for him.
"This room is a good start." Kaiba walked around the room and purposely mussed things up or spilled things for Pegasus to clean. Pegasus followed him around without complaint and seemed happy to oblige. After he was sure the room was completely dirt and dust free, Kaiba gave him a new task. "I want you to go to the kitchen and get me a glass of hot cider. Hurry up." Pegasus bowed and ran off to obey, coming back several minutes later with a mug of steaming cider. Kaiba took the mug and threw the contents back in Pegasus's face, causing a painful yelp to come from the older man. "I said a glass."
"But you can't heat cider in a glass…" Pegasus winced as he touched his scalded face.
"Heat it up and then put it in a new glass afterwards, you still have to do the dishes."
"Yes, Master. I'll correct my mistake." Pegasus bowed and returned to the kitchen. Kaiba knew he was being unduly cruel but he expected Pegasus to object to the humiliation he was being forced into. He waited at his desk and noticed the puddle of cider that had been left after he had thrown it back at Pegasus. The older man came back with a glass of cider held in two potholders and set it down on the desk with a coaster underneath. "Is this good?"
"It's fine. Now lick the cider off the floor that you ruined and clean it up."
"Yes, Master." Pegasus pulled his cleaning supply cart close to the spill and knelt down to lick the floor as he had been ordered. Why doesn't he say something? This is beyond undignified…he's humiliating himself, doesn't he know that? Kaiba happened to glance over to where Pegasus was bent over and noticed the tight maid's skirt left nothing to the imagination on Pegasus, and what was worse—Pegasus was even wearing women's underwear underneath that was barely covering him at all. When Pegasus began to scrub the stained floor, he could see movement underneath the skirt that caused a warm feeling in his own lower regions.
"That's enough; you can go do the dishes now." Kaiba's voice strained to maintain its level as he sent Pegasus away. With Pegasus gone, Kaiba continued to have thoughts about long white thighs and toned hips. He shuddered as he thought of his own hands on those hips. What am I thinking? Kaiba shook his head and tried to get the images out of his head, but his hand unconsciously moved downward where his pants grew tighter. He held his other hand against his mouth to muffle a soft moan as he came in contact with a growing erection. His rebellious hand unzipped his pants and freed it from its restricted movement and began stroking it. Ah! What am I doing? Pegasus might come back at any time! He whimpered into his hand as that thought process only made his cock pulse harder. Kaiba arched against his hand and imagined long white legs straddling his naked body, pressing down against his flesh. Why does this feel so good? Why Pegasus? Kaiba closed his eyes and imagined long silver hair draped across his stomach and Pegasus's pink tongue making the motions he was doing with his own fingers. He shivered and pumped his hand up and down as he imagined the older man going down on him. He wondered idly if Pegasus was at all experienced in this manner. He moaned into his hand as he felt pre-cum leaking from the tip. What if Pegasus hears me? What would he do? What would I do? Kaiba gasped as he released his load over his hand and onto the floor below. Shit, what did I do? Kaiba grabbed some nearby tissues, wiped himself clean and tucked back into his pants as he tried to clean up the mess before Pegasus could come back in. He walked out of the room and shut the door as he made his way to the kitchen where Pegasus was busy working.
"Master Kaiba, I'm almost done here, was there something else you wanted?" Pegasus smiled as he continued washing.
"Enough games, Pegasus. I think you should leave."
"Kaiba-boy," Pegasus blinked. "I thought you were enjoying having me as your own personal slave. Did I not do a good job?'
"You were humiliating yourself," Kaiba stated matter-of-factly.
"I know, but I knew the risks, I felt I deserved some manner of punishment from you." Pegasus pulled his hands from the water as he finished. "I wanted your birthday to be happy."
"Well it's not. Did I hurt you?" Kaiba flushed slightly as he avoided eye contact with Pegasus. "The cider was uncalled for."
"Do you forgive me?"
"No."
"Then it wasn't uncalled for, Kaiba-boy. Don't worry about it." Pegasus dried his hands and walked over to hug Kaiba while he wasn't looking. Kaiba's entire body stiffened at the unfamiliar contact. "You'll probably never forgive me anyway, so I'll take my belated present from you before I go—just another reason to be pissed off at me." Pegasus tilted Kaiba's head slightly and kissed him with little resistance, then took his leave with a twice-stunned Kaiba falling to his knees as the other man departed.