|Laurel| Untold Truths |Yenpo|

[Laurel.Black]

Giovanni sighed heavily. Finally he had reached his family's old home. Located far off on a quaint farmland filled with pigs, horses, chickens, and cows the smell made his nose crinkle with disgust. Oh how he dreaded his return. Thank the gods it was only for a short period of time. Finally his parents had kicked the bucket and all of their stuff belonged to him. He could finally sell of their trash and increase his empire with such.

At the age of 10 it was discovered by his nanny that he was far too advanced at his school work. His parents brought in a few specialists that had determined he was something of a genious. He excelled in math and science beyond his years so they sent him off to live with distant relatives that put him in a boarding school dedicated to children like him. For the next 6 years of his life he sped through his course and had entered into a prestigious univeristy by the age of 16. Bythe time he'd turned 21 he'd graduated and gotten his degree in business. From the ground up he started a tech business that specialized cyber protection and the advancement of it. He had developed and patented his own program which had took off midway into his business degree which had allowed him easy access to some quick money in order to start up his business.

Now, at the ripe old age of 28, the blonde stood before his parents' home just oozing accomplished. Giovanni wasn't very tall. He stood at about 5'4", had a slender build, and weighed in at about 126lbs. His hair was long like his late mother's cascading over his left shoulder in a neat braid stopping just below his exposed waistline. He wore a dark cropped tank that left his sunkissed shoulders, neck, and stomach exposed - his ruby studded belly button shimmering brightly under the sun's glare. His legs were covered by long khacki pants that contoured every curve of his hips and legs down passed his thighs where they elegantly belled out to drape over the rest of the way. His feet were partly covered by the him of his pants leaving only the shine of crimson toenails and a peak of steel heeled stilettoes making him 6 inches taller. His fingernails were also adorned by the same crimson polish, and both his ring fingers dawning gold bands which were attached to smal gold chains that lead the eyes to his wrist where golds bands lay comfortably connected. they were in the shape of a beautiful rose vine with dulled thorns. With his soft jawline and smooth almond shaped eyes of honey he could very much pass as a woman which Gio had done for years.

He leaned against his car refusing to walk up the farmland to the home. He told his parents' lawyer to meet him at the entrance and he wasn't kidding. Toying with his phone he stood waiting. All he had to do was sign some papers have them sell the place and be on his way back to his own home where he could finish coding and sunbathing.... Maybe with a massage... "Ah yes....that would be nice."

 

[Yenpointfive]

"Gio!" Was as much a greeting as it was an omen of events to come. Giovanni was about to be hugged.

Sure enough it seemed to only take a couple of steps for the absolute tank of a man to cross the distance from the front door to where Giovanni was standing, pulling his big brother into a firm but gentle hug. Just looking at the two you'd never guess that they were siblings.

Marco stood at 6'2", eclipsing Gio even when his older brother was wearing heels, as he was now. He roughly doubled his brother's weight as well, being built rather like a piece of farm machinery (which wasn't entirely inaccurate). His hair and eyes were both a deep shade of brown, having taken more after their father than their mother and that strong jawline of his made it easy to pull off the look of a handsome farmboy.

He too had a business degree, from a community college, and it had served him in a couple of different jobs at this point. He was something of the proverbial jack-of-all-trades, having gone where the money was good to help their parents pay the bills. Tinker, tailor, soldier, and sailor, he was a bit of each when the time called for it.

After a moment he released his elder brother and gave the man a soft smile. "You look like you're doing well." He commented. Gio's looks or choice of attire had never seemed to bother Marco in the slightest or change the fact that he looked up to Gio (despite towering over him) "You really should visit more often. I know mom and dad gave you some shit about the cloths but they really were proud of you." He added.

 

[Laurel.Black]

Marco's voice was unfamiliar to his ears. Booming vocals went in one ear and out the other as he idly played some jewel game on his phone. So, naturally when Marco wrapped his large arms around him he drew forth a rather feminine scoff. "Goddammit you--" he breathed rather irritatedly as he scrambled to the floor to pick up his phone he was trying to hold onto. He wasn't much for sports or anything too manual. His reflexes were shit... "I should come around more often..." the blonde grumbled in disbelief as he stood tall. Looking over his shoulder he laughed. "After 5 years of not seeing their eldest son... The last thing that should have been questioned was my attire. I might've actually been like you had they accepted me." At 15 he returned home while he was on summer vacation. However, his parents didn't approve of his fascination with girl's clothing. Five more years down the line he tried to visit once more but was met with the same disdain so he just kept his distance. With a heavy shrug of his shoulders he tossed his phone into the driver's side of his car. "You could've come to visit me as well." he commented dryly.

"Anyway..." he breathed as he straightened his clothes. "Where's this lawyer. I do have to get home and finish my work." He said in a dramatic manner with a huff and a shrug of his shoulders. Wandering eyes cast over his brother and he realized he looked so much like their father. He was jealous of that. Always had been. He tried to build his muscle mass but it never worked in his favor. One could say he was envious of Marco's build. Still, he couldn't help but admire it, his eyes getting lost in the contour of his muscles. "How delightful..." his voice was soft and almost inaudible...

"So, the prodigal son returns."

Honey optics darted towards the source. "Mr. Chevalier. I'd say it's a pleasure but..." he would be lying. For years the old man had been watching over the family's finances and various legal inquiries when necessary. "Follow me..." the elder man replied as he motioned the two to follow behind.

"It's amazing....after all these years nothing has changed." Giovanni commented dryly as he crossed the threshold into his childhood home.

 

[Yenpointfive]

Marco briefly considered Gio's comment on turning out like him before laughing heartily. For a moment the laugh seemed to underscore the absolute physical disparity between the two brothers before Marco's warm smile and pleasant tone made it clear that the physical difference between the brothers hadn't been at all on his mind. "Why would anyone want that?" He asked. "I'm middle managing for a damn produce freight company right now and you're..." He had started a sweeping hand gesture towards his brother that stopped when he ran out of words to go with it for a moment. "I forget exactly what that program you came up with does so I'm gonna go with CEO of the Internet. Something like that." He finished, making it abundantly clear that he need not fully understand his older brother's line of work to be suitably impressed by it.

When mention of visiting his brother came up he gave a little sigh. There was about to be an explanation for a moment there but Marco just ended up giving him a little guilty look. "I know... I really should have. Sorry about that..." He said. Sure, times were hard and money was short with him being the primary force keeping the family from having to sell the house but that really didn't excuse not finding some time to visit his brother.

Marco noticed his brother looking him over as they waited for the lawyer and took that longing little look in exactly the way one would expect. He shifted over to his big brother and gently put his arm around him in a much softer hug from the side, smiling softly down at him.

He released his brother again when the lawyer arrived, following him inside. "Yeah. Mom and Dad really didn't mess with much. Our old room is pretty much just how we left it." He commented, watching his brother more than actually looking around the home. He had an apartment closer to what passed for downtown in the area but he still came out to the old family home at least once a week to help out.

 

[Laurel.Black]

He totally misunderstood his looks... It was a good thing too--in a sense.. He wasn't too keen on the extra hug. It made him want to melt in his arms in a less familial kind of way and that would be rather difficult to explain. Could you explain that away? With his brother spouting things like CEO of the internet he supposed all he had to really do was feign innocence to his perverse nature. Oh, what it must've been like to live life like an idiot.

"I'm sure it does look the same..." they wouldn't spend a dime to come visit him... No.. No, they would rather keep his youngest self imbedded in their minds as if he'd died in some tragic accident. The lawyer led them into the living room where he had neatly placed his paperwork for them to examine upon the coffee table. "Now Giovanni, this is your parents will I had nothing to do with it..." the blonde felt it was kind of strange the man had to comment such as he took a seat on the couch right in front of the table. There was a tv on the other side and on either end of the table arm chairs. Reaching forward he grabbed the will. "I'm sure whatever you convinced my parents to do it will have---" his voice fell short rather quickly as his look of nonchalance turned into one of surprise and then defeat. "I might not want any of their crap....and I may loathe them... I never thought in a million years they would go so far as to single me out like that." tossing the papers on the floor he scoffed. Leaning back into the couch he crossed his legs.

"It wasn't meant to hurt you in anyway I assure you. They merely wanted to--"

"Your explanations for the dead are unwanted." he could sound cute and look even better... However, he had horrible control over his speech. His tone was dark and uncaring--you wouldn't believe he was talking about his parents. "You say they still loved me despite my appearance...." glancing towards his brother. "But, even beyond the grave they still mean only to insult my integrity." taking in a slow breath he then sighed. "I don't know what your life was like before they died and I suppose I am sorry for my next course of actions." Leaning forward he retrieved the will he'd tossed away. "However, I don't have the patience to oversee this land and I am not moving back here. So, you'll need to pack your things." Rather conveniently there was a pen on the table. Quickly he signed his name across all dedicated pages.

"Now you get to visit me permanently." not that he minded... He just didn't like the fact that his parents literally put 'Giovanni is not allowed to sell anything without taking Marco home. He must also split the money down the middle and provide proof'. Geez, he didn't hate Marco too...why would he leave him without a cent? Why did they think it was better to have them live together? "Oh don't forget, in order for everything to fall into place you have to send back proof." Proof, what did he want pictures. "Ugh....of course because I would love nothing more than to take my brother home and leave him on the side of the road... I don't know why they didn't just leave everything to him." he commented as his fingers danced along his braid undoing it. It was a habit he'd formed over the years. His reaction might have seemed brash but he was much worse in the past. This was a mild outburst and one he quickly rebounded from as he started fixing his clothes. "Don't say anything else lawyer...Just e-mail me." looking towards his younger brother. "How long is it going to take you to get what you need? I need a drink and I want to go home."

 

[Yenpointfive]

It certainly seemed like Marco was willing to let Gio cuddle as close as he liked, leaving the older brother to determine when he had gotten too close to doing something Marco might actually catch onto.

When the lawyer continued to talk in circles, however, the towering farmboy seemed to grow a bit. One could easily come to the conclusion that Maro did not realize how big he was. His friendly and rather innocent nature sometimes convinced people that he was entirely unaware of his stature. The truth was that Marco was very aware of how intimidating he could be and worked to maintain that friendly demeanor so as not to come off threatening. It didn't take much to drop it though.

Stand up straighter, square his shoulders a bit more, and drop that warm smile in favor of a cooler expression. That was all it took for most people to remember that Marco might well be able to overturn a tractor without anyone else's assistance.

"What exactly did they write?" The man asked calmly, looking pointedly at the lawyer. Still, the document went to Giovanni first and then Marco ended up scooping it off the floor to leaf through it. The look of open annoyance grew worse and he grumbled a bit.

"What the hell?" He growled. "Do they think I can't take care of myself?" He asked before noticing the lawyer was looking a little bewildered. "Right, sorry. Not gonna shoot the messenger." He said, deflating slightly to his less threatening posture.

His eyes slid shut and he rubbed his forehead softly as he came to terms with all of this but he still nodded along with Giovanni's words. "Yeah... Not like I can really afford to stay here without my half of that money at least and, correct me if I'm wrong, neither of us can sell anything unless I'm living with Gio." Marco said, looking to the lawyer who was busy finding his tongue. "That is... accurate..." He managed.

Marco sighed and thought for a moment. "I packed up most of the sentimental stuff already. That'll take a few minutes to grab. I assume you can just hire someone to put the stuff from my place into storage. Nothing I really need from there..." He mused. "Give me like 5 minutes." He said before heading deeper into the farm house. Sure enough, it didn't take him long to return with two boxes containing the memories he didn't want to part with.

"Alright. Lead the way, I suppose." He said to Gio with a slightly nervous smile.

If Giovanni's friends could see him now... A handsome and rather naive farmboy who was legally and financially obligated to Giovanni's care was something many of them would consider a dream come true. Marco was certainly not prepared for Gio's world. Beautiful men in the most elegant of dresses might seem harmless but rather a lot of them had added an exquisite collar to the uniform of their favorite servant. When particularly familiar company came over sometimes that was the only uniform the servant was permitted.

It might be a good idea to have someone do a quick sweep of his home before he arrived with Marco in tow, lest his younger brother see anything he shouldn't.

 

[Laurel.Black]

"Don't worry brother....I'll take better care of you than mother and father thought." the blonde replied, attempting to put the other's nervousness at ease.

The drive to the airport wasn't too long. Gio wasn't a very friendly driver. He commanded the road. Instead of waiting for opportunities he barreled through traffic; swerving around slower cars, tailgating the ones that took up two lanes, and gunning straight runs. Gio was a lazy bastard and didn't find it suitable to drive to his home and back. With money came the opportunity to take more shortcuts. Without hesitation he paid for another ticket for Marco and they were off to another city.

The flight was peaceful or so Gio thought as he made sure to basically clean out the mini bar in first class. During the four hour flight he was in and out of sleep occasionally rambling about 'inconsistent numbers' and the prospect of 'getting big like brother'.

"Attention all passengers, this is your pilot speaking. Thank you for riding Lundren Airlines. Welcome to Hollowgrove City. Please, buckle your seatbelts we are about to land land."

The plane's descent coaxed a sobering Giovanni from his alcohol induced slumber. "Dammit..." he breathed as glossy eyes scoured the cityscape that drew closer and closer. Finally he was home. Even so, that fact alone didn't brighten his mood. His parents' will was a huge shot to his ego and pride. Even in death they still felt like he wasn't shit...what a surprise. When the plane landed, Giovanni slipped out of his heels and unbuckled his belt. "M-my place is about ah-an hour away." the blonde stated, a soft stutter making him suck his teeth out of aggravation. He wasn't even drunk anymore just oddly fatigued. "Anyway, I think I'll need your arm until we get to the car... I-I have a driver waaiting for us." he forgot how brown liquor affected him. It's all they had even after he requested its counterpart. Good thing he had wine in the car... That would surely ease him--there was nothing to do about being drunk other than to get fucked up.

Hollowgrove Hills was a sight to behold. Beaches, sand, palm trees, tall buildings.. What more could one want in a popular city? Not to mention the nightlife was to die for. Having been swamped with work for the past several months, Gio really hadn't drink all that much. It would be clear to Marco by the blonde's rosey cheeks, glossy eyes, and delayed speech that he was too wasted too early in the day.

While claiming Marco's things at baggage claims, there was a husky voice booming through the crowd shouting, "Master Giovanni!" Gio smiled almost instantaneous as blurred eyes landed on his trusty butler. Oh how he'd missed him. "Smashed already Master? Would you like the usual?" his voice was smooth like velvet and drenched with a genuine happiness that seemed almost tangible. "Eager as always... Dunno what'Ido without you." the blonde murmured as he disentangled himself from his bother to walk over to the male. His name was Reign He was the first of Gio's collection. Tall like Marco, he sported fiery crimson hair that was pulled back into a neat bun. He was dressed in an almost traditional butler's attire save for the white long sleeved shirt and bow tie. He instead wore a sleeveless button-up that allowed his koi tatted muscles to flex freely as he lifted blonde from the floor bridal style. The traditional bow tie was replaced with a black collar with rose colored diamonds all around it with a silver ring in front as if something was supposed to hook there. "How was your trip Master?" Reign asked, the soft click of metal against bone revealing that he had a tongue piercing. "Horrrible...the only good thing to come'of it is my brother...Marco." Reign looked towards the other, shimmering emerald eyes lighting up as he looked over Marco. "Well now, the fabled kid brother. He talks a lot about you... Especially in his sleep." the redhead commented rather jovially much to Gio's disdained but, he could do nothing but bury his face into the other's tanned arms.

"C'mon follow me..."

 

[Yenpointfive]

"I know you will." Marco replied warmly. Whatever concerns he might have had about this change he didn't doubt that Giovanni would have his back. He did, however, grow some doubts rather quickly as Gio drove them to the airport. Those were mostly about whether or not they'd survive the immediate situation, however. He supposed that whether or not the rental car made it back to the airport in one piece didn't really have much of a financial effect on Giovanni either way. When they were at their destination he was out of the car and back on solid ground pretty much as quickly as he could be, and this was from someone who didn't particularly like flying.

Then again, he'd never flown with his brother before. The first thing he noticed was that he actually had leg room, a very much novel concept for him. He quickly made himself comfortable in the chair, taking up maybe a little bit more space than he needed. Then again, seated next to Gio it wasn't much of an issue since his brother took up considerably less space than what first class offered. He did join Gio for the drinking but in more moderation and he also had considerably more mass to soak up what he did drink. Soon he was just watching movies on his phone while his brother slept. Giovanni would actually wake up to see that the arm rest between them had been raised out of the way so that he could actually take up more of both seats, letting him actually rest against Marco while he dozed. The younger brother couldn't help but chuckle softly as the blonde talked in his sleep. "If you get big like me none of your cute cloths are gonna fit any more." He chided softly.

Marco was quick to offer his arm when it became clear that his brother needed some support. "If you get too wobbly let me know and I'll give you a piggy ride to the car." He promised. Admittedly, he doubted Gio's ego would allow him to be carried in such a manner. Still, Marco had no doubt he could carry his luggage and his brother in that fashion if he needed to.

Then they found a friendly face with his arms free to hold the wobbly blonde. Marco smiled at the servant's treatment of his brother, already getting the feeling that Gio was in good hands as Reign scooped him up. Marco let them talk for a moment before the butler's attention shifted to him. He gave the redhead a quick once over as well. "I noticed." He responded to the mention of Gio talking in his sleep. He gave Reign a knowing little grin that was positively adorable. Between the way the redhead held his master and the fact that he was apparently around to hear what Gio was sleeptalking about fairly often even Marco wasn't naïve enough not to know that Reign was more to Giovanni than just a normal servant.

This was the exception that proved the rule.

Sure, Marco had picked up on the way that Gio snuggled into the man's arms and the fact that Giovanni had apparently made a habit of sleeping very close to this particular servant. But he'd also failed to notice that subtle inflection when Reign called the man 'master'. He saw the collar but the shimmer of silver and diamonds concealed how utterly functional it could be as a restraint. Then there was that tongue stud. He heard it but didn't see it. Had the man entered Gio's employ with it or was it added at the master's requests, a delightful addition to make the servant even more suited for the tasks he'd perform?

Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, Marco never considered why Gio's thoughts went to him when the wealthy young man was lying in bed after enjoying his servant's ministrations.

 

[Laurel.Black]

When they exited the airport they were met with a black limousine. "Originally I had picked out his sports car but when he didn't check in I settled for this. It's a good thing I did considering you'll be staying with us." Reign spoke as the driver of the car opened up the door for him to slide in ever so effortlessly. Just from such a simple action one could tell Reign was used to maneuvering around with the blonde in his arms.

The ride back to "their" home was a lengthy hour. Giovanni lived in the outskirts of the city in a plush mini-mansion, the success of his program helped him to afford. He had a total of ten hand selected male servants that lived in the grounds to take care of his home. Every last one stood out front of the mansion lined up for their Master. As the limousine strolled down the driveway and up to the mansion, Giovanni started to come to. His eyes widened, shimmering with excitement as he was met with his servants. Every last one was dressed in the same attire as Reign. Some had tats and some had lip piercings or nose piercings. For the most part they all looked uniform except for one. He was shorter than the others; their heights ranging from 6”-6'8", he was only a merely 5'8". His look was distinct from the others. He bore a slender shape, almost feminine in nature, with long auburn hair that cascaded over the length of his shoulders and down to his waist. He was dressed in a maid's outfit in which the skirt landed just above his thighs. He didn't have a girlie look you could tell he was a male, however, he didn't look uncomfortable in his outfit.

"Oh my... I've only been gone for a day Reign, what's all of this?"

"Nothing Master, we work for you. Without you here what else is there for us."

"Perhaps you're right, Reign.."

Gio replied rather excitedly as they prepared to get out of the vehicle. In unison, they bowed and greeted their master with an enthusiastic, 'Welcome home Master', which was absolute music to the blonde's ears as he watched their display. Gio put his hands together with a sloppy clap obviously still a little tipsy from the alcohol. "What a lovely display. I suppose you've all earned a break for today...Reign will tend to my needs. Please go relax." there was no time to set anything up anyway. Since his brother was there now he would have to find a way of working around him. It wasn't like his lifestyle was of any topic to Marco or their parents so...he supposed it would be more than a shock to know he was really housing a bunch of fucktoys in disguise.

Looking up at Reign, "Please take my brother's things to his room." With a dutiful nod the redhead did as he was told. Walking towards Marco he looped his arm around the taller male's and smiled. "Come, I must discuss some things with you before you are to get comfortable." he said leading the other towards the entrance.

One could describe his home as modern with a touch of vintage. There were paintings that looked like they were older than they needed to be and statues like one would see in a museum. Beside that, was top notch furniture clearly custom made to fit the theme of vintage and modern. While Giovanni liked colors, his home was rather monotone, with whites, greys, and blacks throughout. The floors were a pristine white marble that made Gio jump just a little realizing he was still barefoot. "Geez.." he breathed to himself as he led the other to his study. Once inside with the door shut he took a seat behind his too big chair and even bigger desk that made him look like a kid sitting behind it. It was comical to say the least and he knew that. It was merely a ploy to get business partners or new product to loosen up in his presence. "Now brother," he breathed as h e held his hand out towards the chair before his desk. "I know you're not going to just sit around and do nothing here as it's not in your character. I would feel terrible if you had to make long travels back and forth to the city for some job." he continued as he fiddled with his hair.

"So, I would like you to take Reign's place. Granted, it would feel a little tedious at first but, it would be a great help as I'm starting to expand my business and I need him to run things with my other servants." with a cute tilt of his head, "Of course I'll pay you and you can use my car to drive around. I barely leave the house unless it's crucial."

 

[Yenpointfive]

Much like his seat on the plane, the limo was met with appreciative excitement by Marco. Any method of transit which afforded him actual leg room was a luxury in his book. "I think this is probably a bit better. You don't really want to have to squeeze in behind me in a sports car." He admitted. No consideration was given to actually putting him into the back seat. Sitting up with the driver really was the only option.

When they reached the home Marco climbed out of the limo and immediately found himself starring a bit. His older brother had definitely carved himself out a nice little place in the world. The house looked gorgeous and he'd clearly put together a very loyal group of servants. Some of them were even bigger than he was. Marco still stood out against gym sculpted bodies. Beyond the calouses on his hands there was something different in the way he moved. There was a subtle difference between targeted exercises designed to work specific muscle groups and years of every sort of manual labor one could imagine. 'Old man strength' their father had called it, though Marco did not personally like being compared to an old man.

His eye also fell appreciatively on the one maid in a line full of butlers. People who didn't know Gio could easily assume he was a woman but this particular maid would definitely not garner the same assumption. Marco smiled slightly at the thought that his brother had carved out a space for himself where even this servant's attire seemed perfectly natural.

When each servant welcomed Gio home in unison he gave an impressed little nod. Anyone could see that they enjoyed their jobs. Someone a little less wowed by the oppulence of it all could probably guess what their jobs might entail.

"I can carry my own luggage." Marco chimed quickly when someone else was directed to do so for him but Reign already had ahold of it. He wasn't used to having others do things for him but he didn't protest since the redhead had been quicker on the draw. Likewise he didn't protest when Reign took hold of his arm to lead him. Marco wasn't a stickler for traditional gender roles and Gio's staff clearly were about as far from that as you could get but he still equated the way Reign held his arm with a feminine companion who would expect Marco to lead. Since he had no idea where he was going, however, the towering farmboy had to get used to gentle pressure on his arm being used to lead him. He fell in step quickly and didn't voice his thoughts on the slight awkwardness of Reign's choice to lead him this way but it was rather clear from his face that he was both a little confused and slightly bemused by the gesture.

Confusion was going to be a running theme of the next couple of minutes.

Marco looked appreciatively at the art and for a couple of the pieces voiced a question or two to his guide before he was eventually deposited in Gio's study. He took his seat in the smaller chair across from the desk and permitted himself the expected chuckle at just how much the furniture towered over his older brother.

Then came the offer, leaving the younger brother blinking in surprise for a second. "Really?" He asked before clamming up for a moment. It became clear that the moment of pause was time to put his thoughts into words. He was, afterall, guessing at something, even if it did seem obvious to him (and despite the many other things that probably should have been obvious)

"I'd be happy to butler for you. I think you can use that as a verb..." He began, already in a position to derail his own thoughts if he wasn't careful. "What I mean is, you can sign me up for the uniform and the housework and whatever else you need but..." He knew he had to just come out and say it. "I kinda got the sense that Reign was maybe a bit more than just a servant to you. Won't you be lonely if he's off managing the others?" He asked, seeming rather sheepish to step into his brother's world and immediately starting to make assumptions about his love life.

A more imaginative man might see how giving Marco the duty of managing the house more or less freed Reign up to act as head of his master's little harem.

He also might have thought to stipulate that his uniform could do without a collar as part of it.

 

[Laurel.Black]

Giovanni looked somewhat confused at Marco when he questioned his relationship with Reign. Sure, the redhead had did quite a few things for him that seemed...more or less irreplaceable however, as with anything in the world those things could be replaced. Every servant knew their place. What was their place? Obviously, beneath him.

Giovanni had plenty of partners come and go. When they realized what he was really after it didn't take them long to hit the ground running. One could say he'd fallen in love one or two times and had his heartbroken. However, for Gio love might have been the wrong term. Infatuation... Obsession. Gio could never distinguish. He just knew that when they were gone there was that same empty void he felt when he had to leave Marco's side as a kid.

"I'm glad you are my brother." Giovanni said as he stood from his seat. Circling his desk, he stood before Marco ruffling his hair playfully. "I guess what I really mean is, I'm never questioned about my love life." Trailing the bare of his left foot between the other's legs he pressed his thigh into Marco's as he took a seat. Now straddling the the larger male's right thigh he took the farmboy's strong jaw into the warmth of his hands holding his gaze as he did. "I suppose you are just curious and worried. Or are you scared I will use you like I use him?" he rambled with a childish grin. "Don't worry, I told you I will take better care of you than Mother and Father thought I would." Very easily did he shuffle upon the other's lap so that both his leg swung over Marco's strong thighs and the warmth of Gio's perfect ass nestled comfortably in the nook of his lap.

"Now that you are here brother I won't be lonely. Tis why I want you to take Reign's place." he said rather proudly as he moved to lace both his arms around Marco's neck pulling him into a warm embrace. "Now that that's settled," Giovanni breathed, the blonde's breath hot on his own lips from how casually he nuzzled Marco's neck. Marco's scent was heavy his nose--smothering him... It made him feel intoxicated...He could almost taste him. If only he could have a taste...

"Would you like something to eat before I show you to your room?"

His sentences were significantly delayed. The latter devoid of any real emotion like he was distracted.

 

[Yenpointfive]

Marco was a little surprised when his older brother stepped out of his seat and circled around to him. "I'm glad to be your brother." He agreed before clamming up a bit as Giovanni rather bluntly pointed out what Marco had been actually asking about. He was further surprised when his brother straddled his thigh. Reflexively his hand went to Gio's hip to steady the blonde as his older brother took his chin into his hands. His darker eyes didn't shy away from those with honeyed hues. He didn't seem nervous or off put so much as it was clear that a sense of confusion was at work behind the scenes, counting on Marco to sort it out eventually. Then Gio continued on and a look of shock crossed his eyes before he could no longer match Gio's gaze. Gio could feel the man's cheeks heat up in his palms to accompany the blush that had filtered into them. "Of course I didn't think that." He stammered quickly. "I was just worried you might be lonely without someone to..." He summoned up the courage for the finish. "To use..."

It was becoming rapidly clear that Marco had little defense against someone like his brother. All his forays into romance (or the more physical lust that hid behind it) had generally been with country girls who were very happy to let a big strong farmboy take the lead. Even if Gio had been a woman totally unrelated to him this would have been a bit much for Marco to take. But while Gio might look like a woman Marco knew better and was similarly incapable of forgetting that the two were related, making Gio's actions all the more confusing.

"You mean that you want me to take Reign's place as your butler." He corrected, feeling those last three words to be much to vital to overlook. As Gio's ass came to rest in his lap Marco's back stiffened and he sat up a bit straighter, forcing self control to make sure nothing else stiffened. This clearly wasn't the position Gio wanted him in though and as the blonde's arms wrapped around his neck he was pulled down into the boy's embrace. Marco became acutely aware of his hands, which had been sort of hovering without purpose. He gently wrapped them around Gio's waist in a soft hug, right up until Giovanni nuzzled his neck, seeming to inhale his scent greedily.

Something shifted under Gio's ass. Something long and thick enough that even the excited little twitch it just gave was painfully obvious against his girlish rear. Marco silently cursed himself for what he immediately mentally declared to be a totally physiological reaction, devoid of all meaning. "I'm still full from the meal on the plane but I could use a little rest. Why don't you show me where I'll be sleeping?" He suggested.

 

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Those strong hands around his slender waist made the blonde lean into his brother more. The heat from Marco's cheeks still resonated on his delicate hands as they lay atop of each other resting on the nape of Marco's neck..The sudden rock beneath his ass sent a rush of adrenaline straight to his head drawing forth an all too relaxed sigh--like he'd just had a sip of hot tea.

"My my...you have certainly grown since we were children."

Giovanni casually cooed into the other's ear before purposely sliding off his lap. "But, yes you will take his place as the only butler that doesn't wear a collar as long as you behave." he said with a rather mischievous grin. "As big as you are I'm shocked you are still full from the plane." he commented idly as he calmly straightened his clothes to perfection. "In any case I suppose you would be more exhausted than anything else. Your life has just uncharacteristically changed within a coarse of a few hours." with a soft shrug he started towards his office doors. "I will give you a couple of days to get used to living here before I put you to work. Now hurry up, I still have business to attend to."

The trek to Marco's room was back down the hall, up the grand staircase, and to the left. His room was a couple of doors down from Gio's separated by the one of the bathrooms and a large closet for toiletries. "It's pretty generic right now... A simple bed, a dresser and a closet. You'll have the car so you can buy whatever you need from the city to further furnish it. Or just use my computer and order it online--whichever you prefer honestly." the blonde rambled as he opened the door. "The best part about this room is the balcony the overlooks the pool." and it used to be his room until he realized alcohol and balconies didn't quite mix. "The bathroom is a room down. There's a closet that has toiletries in it and at the very end is my room. If you need anything I'll be in my study, alright?"

 

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Marco let out a quiet sigh of relief when Gio slipped off his lap, wincing a bit at the comment. He thought of apologizing but drawing attention to it would just make things worse. Besides, Gio seemed perfectly willing to let the unconscious reaction slide.

His eyes rolled when Giovanni informed him that he would get to forgo the collar. "Thanks so much for that." He said, though he ended up grinning too. He was downright shocked to see the room Gio had for him, looking around it in awe. "Wow... This is fantastic!" He said, immediately heading out onto the balcony to look around before returning to let Giovani explain the plan going forward. "You got it, boss." He replied when told that he'd have some time to settle in before getting to work. He may have seemed a bit cavalier about his forthcoming employment but Marco's brother would know not to expect anything less than one hundred percent from the farmboy. He might not necessarily be great at everything but he could be counted on to try his hardest at the very least.

"Ohh, and Gio, thanks for taking me in. I know mom and dad's money probably isn't a whole lot for you." He said, strongly suspecting that the financial gain factored less into the decision to take Marco in than Gio's own fondness for his little brother.

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The next couple of days went by quickly. Marco managed to relax for maybe half a day before giving up on that. Growing up on a farm, it felt strange to him not to have chores or work of some sort that needed to be done. He decorated his room a bit, adding a little artwork to give it a bit more color than the rest of the home. He also spent a fair amount of time in the pool, both from the novelty of having one and just to burn off some excess energy. And while he wasn't technically supposed to be working yet he still did try to get to know the staff since they'd be working together.

He had noticed that anything more than the passing hint of lewdness remained out of his sight. He knew that those servants had duties for Gio beyond the scope of what would be expected from him but they never made any mention of it in his presence. Marco suspected that it was their familial relationship which prompted the moderation the other servants were showing. Some of it was almost certainly that but it could also well have been something they'd do for any new servant, so as not to scare the new boy off. One of the boys who traveled in similar circles to Gio had coined the term 'weaponized cuteness' for the way men like them could get their hooks into a guy such that they started getting addicted to making their master happy.

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Sure enough, Marco dove right into his first day as a servant, waking up early to find that one of the other servants had left his attire out for him last night. He immediately started to get the suit on. It must have been a custom job to get something this nice for a build like his. In a suit he looked a lot more like a bodyguard than a butler but at least he looked good. He was, however, surprised to find that there was a collar waiting for him along with the suit. Either Gio had forgotten to tell the servant who dropped his suit off that he didn't need to wear that or force of habit had caused the servant to forget. Either seemed plausible. Marco tucked it into his pocket to give back to Gio. Those had to be expensive.

With that he set out to give his new master a wakeup call. He rather suspected Gio might have been drinking again last night so he got together a small breakfast in bed (sausage, eggs, and a muffin) and a glass of orange juice for him. With that he headed to Gio's room and slipped inside, using a voice that was notably softer than his usual in case Gio was, in fact, hungover. "Good morning Mister Giovanni. I took the liberty of making you something to eat." He said. The collar was seated on the edge of the tray. "I think one of the other servants forgot I don't need one of those." He added.