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Warning: This chapter includes ideals of a homosexual nature. If you read on it is of your own accord. You have been warned. Hot man on man...hmm bby.

From rags to riches

Mail bristled at the words from the man glanced back unsurely, "But Master-" He began as the King held his hand up for silence. He didn't want to hear anything Mail had to say, his mind was set on the punishment and even Mail could see the ingenious mind working behind those hazel eyes. Slowly he nodded in defeat tilting his head back for the other to better pet him. As much as he hated to admit it, he enjoyed moments like this. He couldn't help but regret the feeling of being the pet of the king but currently he felt loved, safe and most of all cherished. Even though this man spoke of harming him he could tell by the calm expression on his Master's face that he knew he wasn't guilty and deep down that was all that he really wanted. He couldn't help the tiny smile when he thought about Mello who currently believed that he would be in actual trouble. This man loved him, that was why he was here. He had to be more than just a fling. He had to be more than just a nightly thing. He had to be more, he just had to be.

"Mail?" The man asked lightly pushing the boy off his lap with a few light taps. He smiled as the boy went reluctantly dropping to his feet before turning around to look at him. Instead of having him sit he pulled him close to wrap his arms around his waist. This way he could better view those emerald eyes, "Mail. What are you thinking? You went from frightened, to content, to smiling? Aren't you a bit worried what I have planned for you in a few minutes?" He questioned watching the uncertainty register in the boy's eyes. "When I said punishment I really meant that you would get a punishment. You have disobeyed the rules, despite how much I might like it." He gave the boy a gentle wink keeping their eye connection.

Mail shrugged gently, "T-That sometimes even I can feel loved." He replied lightly before turning away from the other. "I mean, I know that you don't love me but sometimes you just give off that type of air. The things you do for me, the way you brought me here…the way that you pet me. Even though I'm nothing but a pet to you that one that you'll throw out I feel loved for now and that's enough for me." He breathed in deeply as the King pulled him back onto his lap. Light lips danced on his neck for several seconds before he allowed the ecstasy take him away from that moment. The man hadn't commented on his words, maybe he was even less than a pet but that didn't matter once the mans finger hooked onto the inside of the skirt slowly beginning to finger around the edges which only meant one thing. He wanted it off and he wanted it off quickly and efficiently. "M-Master maybe this isn't…the type of place-" Instantly the mans free hand clasped over his mouth before he contented with jerking the skirt down to the boy's ankles where it promptly fell off.

The man snickered gently running his fingers in slow teasing circles around the others thighs and waist keeping his head on the others shoulder. "You were saying?" He questioned feeling the groans leaving the boy's parted lips every few seconds. This was all becoming very tiresome, as much as he loved watching his pet squirm under him he wanted his own fun. Slowly he slowed his teasing running his fingers down the feminine curving of the others hips towards his backside. He removed his hand from the others mouth listening to the boys light pants, "Beg, pet."

Mail groaned doing his up most effort to keep his voice quiet to avoid the questions from the guards outside the door. Though the guards would never question the kings intentions and therefore they would never question him. He didn't have to answer the questions even if they did come but what if Mello questioned it. He knew the truth, he had made that more than clear just hours ago but- "Master, please I need you master." He bit his lip bracing himself on either side of the chair to begin to grind back against the man. He heard the catch of breath understanding this was nothing more than a test of will. He had lost this game too many times before for him not to comprehend it. The more he rocked his hips against the man, the louder he heard the others breath. If he could make the man want him more than they would both receive what they wanted. "Master, it's been too long." He instantly stopped grinding turning completely just to straddle the others lap, his face inches away from the other. "Please, take me master."

He ran his fingers through the boys hair, he was playing the game well now. Previous times he would simply give in and beg for it and that was all without want and in those times he tended to just give in. This time it wouldn't be that simple, Mail could play the innocent role well. He guessed that everything he had said while with Mello was that role, once a whore always a whore and Mail knew that well. That's what he was for life, sure, the King could easily take him out of the whorehouse but Mail had grown up there and he knew the tricks of the trade better than everyone else did. He was a good choice to stay here, nothing would be dull, that was for sure.

The boy leaned forward gently licking from the mans neck towards his ear, "Master Raito…" He breathed heavily rubbing his hands gently over the others face his green eyes shimmering in the torch light surrounding them. "Master Raito-" He breathed again leaning forward pecking the man on the lips before slowly deepening the kiss giving it more than just simple needs. He could easily communicate need, want, care, love to the man this way and once the kiss was slowly returned he knew that the man felt the same.

"I don't care if the heavenly lord himself told you to keep these doors shut I said open them." A voice snapped in the hallway. To Raitos surprised Mail instantly recoiled placing his head on the mans shoulder instead of continuing the kiss. It was an interesting reaction to his hot tempered son but as soon as Mello figured he could control someone…he did. That boy would be a fearful ruler with a dark heart not that he would care. Mello couldn't rule anything unless he was dead so currently he could just attempt to sooth his sons unyielding anger. If that were possible.

Raito gently lifted the boy from his lap placing him on the floor before giving him a slightly smile pointing to his clothes. "Mail, get dressed it seems as if Mello wishes entrance." He mumbled leaning forward wondering how long it would take his guards to crumble this time under the penetrating blue eyed stare of that child. Mello didn't frighten him in the least, if anything he was entertaining which no one saw but himself and his mother. He wasn't sure what had caused that heartlessness in his child but there was something there eating away at him. No matter he could truly care less at this point. That boy was troublesome.

It didn't take long before the door slid open from the guards and Mail sat quietly to his left with his head down. Raito found himself shifting and crossing his legs, "Welcome Mello, what do I owe this visit?" He questioned completely uninterested.

Mello glanced from Mail to his father before shrugging. "Maybe I just wanted to see your face." He responded snapping his finger for attention in front of Mails face. The boy instantly jumped glancing up at the man before back to Raito his gaze completely innocent once more. "Hey kid, I'm bored so we're going to have a tea party, okay?" He grabbed him by the arm beginning to drag him away.

Raito tilted his head slowly watching the two turn the corner. Mello completely content with dragging the poor child along and Mail who afforded a final look back at his master before being taken off. He smirked, Mello was jealous that Raito was spending time with his toy. It was cute but sooner than later Mello would have to learn that his place was under his foot. He was the king. No one else. His rule was absolute.

Mail whined softly watching the other drag him along, "I don't really know what a tea party is so…I guess it's not the best thing for me to participate. Besides you just got me in trouble and I didn't do anything. Who do you think you are dragging me about after that, you lied! You lied! You're a liar-" He instantly paused when the blond stop walking. He paled slightly when the man turned around the blue glare upon him. "I-I-I'm sorry." He breathed turning his head down. "I-I spoke out of place."

Mello smirked beginning to drag the boy again, "Damn straight. Don't you talk to me like that…because I suggest you understand that the man you were just with won't be king for long. He's reigned for twenty two years…that's slightly long don't you think?" He smirked, "Shame it could be cut short from just about anything." He opened his bedroom door slinging the red head inside.

Mail frowned, what could the man have meant by that? Master Raito had ruled over the best times their kingdom had possessed in years. Before him there was nothing but war and pain so why would Mello insinuate that Master Raito wouldn't continue to rule? "You shouldn't say such things…someone will think you're up to something." He mumbled as Mello shut the door and locked it.

"Yeah, yeah, what are they going to do lock me away for talking? It's all just innocent talk." He mumbled glancing down at Mail before frowning. "What did you do to your dress? Did that old pervert touch you?" He questioned as Mail shook his head slowly. "Surprising…or are you lying. I can find out." He walked forward placing a hand on the boys head toying with his head before opening his mouth to speak, his eyes for once soft.

The door to Mails room opened and a youngish boy peeked around the door staring at Mello who instantly removed his hand then to Mail. He frowned slightly stepping completely into the room and much to Mails relief he was just a Butler. Or at least he was dressed as such.

The boy blinked with dark rings around his eyes twirling a strand of white hair watching the two apparently analyzing them. "Mello…your clothing is too tight." He mumbled lightly tilting his head to the side. "Who is he?" He asked his eyes locked on Mail.

Mello frowned pointing at the boy, "Mail this is my younger brother Near." He mumbled. "Or Nate but he won't answer to it. So just call him Near. He's a funny little freak." He smirked sitting down on his bed crossing his legs. "Nate it's time for the tea party." He grinned glancing down at Mail. "I guess Mail can join us, right?"

The white haired boy frowned, "You didn't answer my question. Is he your new attendant you haven't been able to run out yet?" He questioned in his dead pan voice.

Mello shrugged, "I've tried, he came back."

Mail gasped glancing back at the blond man. He didn't speak, he didn't dare speak to that blue gaze watching him intently so instead he turned to Near. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance…I am Mail." He smiled sadly as the boy simply nodded barely noticing his introduction.

Near frowned, "Can we get this tea party over with…I like to be around you as little as I can. It's bad enough Mama wants us to communicate which each other and Papa said it was okay." He blinked several times turning away, "Let's get going out to the tea party. It's outside, right? It's all nothing but a waste of time...once I kill you it won't matter..."

[Another twist added and I'm sure I managed to piss some other people off. Don't blame me, blame Mello. Anyway thanks for reading please review and I'll update soon! ]