Xemnas scrubbed at his mater's scalp, filling his nose with lavender. Two other slaves stood at his chest and his legs. His eyes refused to go lower than his master's neck. He rubbed Saïx's hair down one last time before picking up a bucket and rinsing out the suds. He grabbed a washcloth and a bar of soap, rubbed the soap onto the cloth, and began washing Saïx's face in circular motions.
"Oh, Xemnas," he muttered as his slave pressed gently on his head so he could wash under his chin and neck. "Where did you learn how to do this?" His eyes were closed, a faint smile playing on his lips. Looking at the others that were washing Master Moon, he saw they were all glaring at him. Apparently in this house, the washing of the head was the highest honor. Xemnas re-soaped the cloth and rubbed a little harsher than previously, causing Saïx to open one topaz eye. He saw Xemnas' worried face, looked at the other slaves, and closed his eye once again. "A little softer, if you don't mind,"he whispered, raising a hand to grab Xemnas' wrist.
After a few last minutes of being bathed, Saïx stood up, giving the signal for the slaves to dry him. The other two slaves jumped up immediately to grab the towels, leaving the silver haired man to clean out the tub. Not that he mined, of course. He was used to cleaning, and it calmed him down.
Saïx watched his slave as he worked, scrubbing each square inch with the scrutiny. When he was dry and robed, Saïx took one last look at his slaves and left.
Xemnas was summoned to Saïx's room right before dinner. He didn't really like the food that the slaves had to eat, but it was better than nothing.
He stood before his superior, fidgeting. He still had to somehow repay him about the vase, and the tension was killing him. He didn't know how long he'd have to stand here for his owner's viewing pleasure. Just when he didn't think he could take it anymore, a knock on the door drew his attention.
"Xemnas, get that for me, will you?" Saïx asked, his eyes returning to his slave, who turned to look at him with wide eyes. Another knock came. "Go on." Xemnas walked to the door, knowing that those all-knowing eyes of his master were practically glued to his partially nude figure, for he was wearing the black pants yet again. Opening the door, there was the cook bringing Saïx his dinner.
"You can give it to Xemnas," Saïx said, seeing as it was the cook. Xemnas offered his arms and brought in the food. As he brought the food in, he could smell the mouthwatering aromas that wafted up to his nose. His stomach growled pitifully. "Put it on the table." The servant did what he was asked and pulled out the chair for his master. Saïx got up from his place on the bed to stand in front of Xemnas, who stared wide-eyed at him.
"Are you hungry, my servant?" he asked, his eyes seemingly gentle on the outside, yet plotting something within. Xemnas, knowing this question well, shook his head.
"No, Master Moon. I am not hungry." This was the well-rehearsed line that his former master had to literally beat into him, though there were no scars visible.
"Now, what did I say about what to call me when we're alone?" he asked, leaning in closely.
"I'm sorry, Master Saïx. I promise not to say it wrong again." Xemnas' stomach growled again, slightly louder.
"Let me ask you again," Saïx said. "Are you hungry?"
"No, Master Saïx. I am not hungry." This time his stomach growled much louder.
"Open the lid." the master commanded. Xemnas quickly opened it, and saw the plate piled with chicken, and, by the looks of it, enough for two people. Still holding the lid, he backed away to let his master enjoy his meal. "Come back here, Xemnas." Saïx said, beckoning him back to the table. He came slowly, his eyes flashing between him and the floor. He stopped right before Saïx, his eyes seeing something extremely interesting on the floor that seemingly nobody else could see. "Would you do anything I asked, Xemnas?" He nodded. "Come on, now, I didn't hear you."
"Yes, Master Saïx."
"Then take some chicken." Xemnas' head snapped up, his eyes wide with fear.
"T-t-take s-s-s-some ch-ch-ch-" Saïx put a finger to his lips, silencing him.
"Yes," he confirmed. "Take some chicken and eat it."
"But… but I can't—"
"As you're lord and master," Saïx overpowered, "I order you to take this chicken," he grabbed some and put it in his hands "put it in your mouth, and eat it." Xemnas looked from the chicken to Saïx and back. Finally, his eyes rested on his owner, to make sure that it was all right, and put a bit of chicken into his mouth. He stood there, chewing slowly, savoring the taste. Once that small morsel was gone, he put another piece of chicken in his mouth, even bigger than the first. Soon his handful of chicken was gone.
"Here, have some more." Saïx offered, holding out another handful. Xemnas was about to take it when a thought popped into his head, making him lower his hands.
"How have I displeased you, Master?" he asked, his head lowered and his arms lip at his sides.
"What makes you think you've displeased me?" Saïx retorted, lifting his slave's face with a gentle hand. He gave him a soft smile. "I think you're going to bring this small kingdom a nice twist." And with that, Saïx brought his lips up to his servant's, and a soft, suggestive kiss followed.