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Loyally Yours [Screaming_Louder x DaShou]

Peek-a-Boo

Super-Earth
Joined
Aug 16, 2009
Deep underneath the first floor of the old mansion, the unkempt servant’s quarters lay. If it wasn’t for the beds that were in the large room, the servants quarters might have well been a dungeon. The windows were barred, keeping the servants from escaping the mansion---not like they’d want to anyways with their pay rate--- and the walls and floors were made of stone (which some were even beginning to grow moss). For most of the servants, this place was unfit for sleeping and calling home, but for Anatoly, this was just exceptional. Anatoly was a tall man, reaching almost 7ft at age 87 in Basilisk years (which was the equivalent to 28 human years). Time after time, home after home Anatoly was traded and sold from one owner to the next for high ratings and rare breed and loyalty. He had no preference to live on his own, he like the fact that he got food whether it was spoiled already or not, and all he had to do for it was fill out his master’s wishes like any loyal butler would do. He was a very lazy boy in several ways but if it was for food that he was doing something for, then why the hell not? He even got to live in this nice mansion without paying for rent! This was like high life for him.

Anatoly was getting ready for his morning routine, getting himself dressed in the typical butler’s uniform---a black suit with a white undershirt and red tie. He even took the time to brush his long midnight-black hair that was usually very messy and knotted. This was his usual attire for his work day, but he had many more outfits and disguises to offer. He was a basilisk after all; no one knows their true form. Quickly, Anatoly looked around the servant’s quarters, making sure no one was around before heading upstairs and towards the masters chamber. He spotted a few servants here and there trying to clean up the mansion for their jobs sake. Anatoly’s main job changed to whatever the master’s wishes were so he probably had to do every job at some point or another. Once he reached the master’s quarters, he stopped in front of the larger doors, his bright blue eyes gazing at the décor. Then, with a flick of his glove-covered hands, he opened the large doors and walked right on it. Instantly, he moved over, past the master’s bed, and to the windows where he opened the curtains. The light from the sun soon filtered into the room, causing Anatoly to twitch from the strong rays of light entering the dark, insipid mansion. Then, with a deep voice that underneath held an eerie chill, he said, “Rise and Shine, Master…”
 
Lothaire was a man known for his many odd taste. Most famously he was known for his taste in tall male servants. Anatoly being his finest addition to his servants. He knew of course what the otehr male was, it wasn't like he could keep it hidden from him. The male did as he ordered without question and had povan his loyalty to him many times. He liked that about the other and never did he try to leave him. Of course none of the others did either with the pay he gave them. He had plenty of money that his parents had left him and more that came in every week. Why not pay people for the work they seemed to excell at? That was another thing Lothaire was known for. The third and most famous thing of all being his looks. His black choppy hair held one pure white streak down the front where his bangs were. His right eye was a dark blue while his left was a bright green. His skin was a nice olive tone and he walked at 6ft exactly. He was 28 years old as well, rather young for someone so famous and rich.

Feeling the burst of sun hit his eye lids then Anaoly's voice he let out a groan and rolled onto his stomach, burrying his face into the pillows. "I'm not ready to be awake," he stated rather flatly into the pillow. His room seemed rather plain like. Dark swirls of colors everywhere. There was only his desk, a chair, a vanity, and his rather large bed in the room. There was a door to his closet where his clothes were held. The closet of course looked like it was to be another bedroom with how large it was. The fact was it had been at one point but he had it changed into a large closet. It held everything he needed and more. In the center of everything were two chairs and a table. That was where most of the pleasure lied. There were secrets in his closet that would remain there. Things that he only did with Anatoly. There was no lie that the other didn't know how to propperly pleasure someone, especially someone with such hidden secrets like Lothaire. No servant was allowed to enter the abyss that was his closet except the servant in his room now. It even had several locks that only he and the servant had the key too. And it would remain that way.

"Fine I'm up," he stated as he rolled over again and sat up. "Just close those damn blinds they're killing me." Rubbing his eyes he enjoyed the darkness once again. He could see perfectly in the dark. A small thing he had picked up over the years. The dark was more comforting to him than anything since secrets were best kept in dark rooms. "What is for breakfast?" he questioned as he looked in the direction of his personal servant. It was hard to believe that the other male had been with him for nearly eight years but to say in the least he enjoyed his company better then anything. He was always an easy person to be around and never once judged a person. It was how Lothaire liked it most of all.
 
Anatoly's expressionless face twisted into a smug smirk as the groan lifted out of Lothaire's throat. “It is nearly eight in the morning. Well past the time you usually wake up. I thought it would be a generous gesture to give our hard-working master a day to sleep in… but it appears I was wrong to wake you up,” he glanced over his shoulder towards his master, giving him a small, almost apologetic look. Once he heard his request for the curtains he turned away. One by one, Anatoly began to shut the curtains, letting the darkness take over once again. As he closed the last curtain he was questioned about breakfast; something that actually wasn’t his job at the moment. He whipped around and walked over to Lothaire himself, stopping a foot away from the bed.

“The breakfast today was prepared by another servant of yours. It is told that he had prepared Crepes a la Neige with sides of molasses and grated maple sugar, along with the touch of red wine,” He replied, his snake-like blue eyes hovering on Lothaire for a moment. Anatoly then moved towards the end of his bed where the master’s clothes were laid out. Carefully, he picked all the articles up and hung them over his arm. “Would you like me to draw a bath for you, master? Breakfast should be done in no time but we want you looking sharp every day, don’t we? ” He moved over to the bathroom door and placed the master’s clothes on a hook that was on the door. Then he looked back over to his master, smiling darkly like he usually did. The two shared a dark bond and he believed that every servant had noticed something about the two as well. However, Anatoly spoke no secrets and told no lies unless given the order to. So whatever secrets the two shared, remained unsaid.
 
"You're fine Anatoly," Lothaire spoke as he rubbed his eyes. It was how this was between them. He always woke him up and Lothaire would complain about it. He was not a morning person to say in the least. Mornings were for people that always kept themselves bussy with work, Loth kept himself busy with other things. His green eye glowed in the dark as he watched the other approch him. Staring a bit he listned to the other speek before reaching over on his nightstand for the crescent moon necklace he always wore. "Sounds good," he said answering for the bath and in response to breakfast. Whoever was making it knew what he liked and that was good. Of course Anatoly knowing as well was just as good. It ment that he didn't have to be surprised, as much as he ahted surprsies. As he followed the other to the bathroom he removed the shirt he was wearing and his underwear. Never did he wear pants because he'd always just kick them off at some point.

Climbing into the bath he stared at the foset, musing to himself. He was completely aware of the bond they held, the secrets that they kept together. Of course he had ordered Anatoly never to answer questions about what they did when they were alone. He didn't need rumors flying around or his secrets to be outted. That would only put him in a bad place and no one really liked it when he was angry. "I wish you would stop talking to be as if I was a child. I've grown, I do not need to be talked to as if I'm a kid. I get enough of that from my father's business men," he ordered as he looked up at the other. His mismatched eyes connecting with snake-like blue ones. His eyes then scanned the other, seeing that he was a bit dirty. He liked him clean, he liked all of his servants to be clean. that was why there was another room near the sleeping quarters that were for bathing. Scoothing over in the large tub he looked back at the foset. "Undress and get in the bath. You need one just as much as I do," he ordered.
 
Anatoly nodded his head in response to his compliment on the food and response to the bath. He then followed Lothaire into the bathroom, picking up the articles of clothing he took off. Before going over and turning the faucet on, Anatoly put the dirty clothes in the hamper for him to pick up and clean later. Then, he moved over to the faucet and turned the water on; keeping his hands under the water to check the temperature, making sure it was perfect. This task was a little hard for Anatoly to complete because he was so used to being in his naga form that his blood adjusted to the temperature just like a snake would. Once it was the perfect temperature, he closed the drain and watched as his master sat in the tub. He was about to fetch the soap when he heard his request about the way he spoke. That was definitely something that he hadn’t mentioned before. “As I prepare your bath scents, please tell me what I should change about how I approach things verbally,” he requested, going over to a small cupboard above the sink and pulling out some scented bath crystals and soaps. With balance and gentle hands he placed the soaps on the edge of the bathtub and poured some of the scented crystals into the water, causing the water to bubble and smell of fuchsias.

That’s when another common request popped out of his master’s mouth. It was bath time. “Yes, Master…” He said reluctantly, knowing that the master knew he disliked water. But like a loyal servant, he started to undress, folding all his clothes nicely and setting them to the side. Anatoly’s body was obviously as perfect as perfect could get. After all, since Anatoly was a basilisk, he could shapeshift into whatever he---or Lothaire---wanted. He was tall, thin, had an evenly toned body, and a small piercing at the tip of his shaft which was made to the masters order. Not only that, but the only things that never changed when Anatoly shifted were his scars. He had several of tiny scars from several masters he has been owned by. They healed a little with each shift but they would never vanish completely. That was the only flaw of a basilisk. For a moment, Anatoly stood outside of the tub, staring at the water with hate before he climbed inside, shuddering a bit. Once the tub reached its capacity, he turned the faucet off and turned his attention to Lothaire.
 
"Let's see you speak as if you'd speak to a child or a new born naga. It's normally fine but lately it seems you keep donig it. Yes you talk to my father's business men as if they are at least three hundred years older and much wiser then you. It's rather irritating," he told him. He knew how the other was towards getting into the water but yet he still ordered him to so as he wanted. He knew if he didn't have the other get into the bath with him every so often he'd hardly ever clean himself. And that was not something Lothaire was willnig to tolerate. "You can just quickly clean up then get out. I know how you feel about water," he told him after he got in. Dunknig his head under water he held his breath for a few moments before popping his head back to the surface. He knew of the otehr's scars and how he got them. Needless to say he was never happy with how others had treated his prized servant. The other was treated with the upmost care that Lothaire had for him. He had been with him the longest so it was understandable why he was so found of the other.

"Also, there are some business men comming today. The ones I rather don't like. I'd rather you keep out of sight while they're here. I hate the way they look at you," he told him as he grabbed one of the bars of soap and started to clean himself. He didn't like how the men looked at Anatoly because they looked at him with greed. The look in their eyes told Loth all that he needed to know what they would do to his servant if he allowed it. He wouldn't of course. The naga was his and his alone. Plus the idea and feelings he got off the men were never pleasent. They would probably damage his Anatoly to the point he couldn't get him back. No one aside from him was allowed to touch his servant or any of his other servants. He had found a man trying to corrnor one of his maids once. Needless to say that the man's business went up in flames a hour latter and his home destoryed. He had accused Lothaire but the younger male said that he had been out of town that day, even though it was a lie.
 
Anatoly did his best to listen to every word coming out of Lothaire’s mouth. He was concerned now about the way he was being accused. He felt as if he had been mistreating his master all this time. He sighed and tried to shrug it off, but the water was getting to him and all he could do was look down in shame. “I will try my best to talk to you in a better tone. I’m sorry for mistreating you,” He said, looking back up. “In punishment, I will submit to whatever the master wishes…” He said quietly, grabbing a wash bin and filling it up with water before pouring it on top of his head. Then he set the bin aside and grabbed some shampoo and began to wash his long hair which filled up most of the tub. Anatoly himself had secrets that he held from his master, one being the extreme dislike for his long hair he had right now. He hated grooming it, he hated washing it, he much rather have it short…. However, if the master liked it this way, he was willing to keep it this way. The two had their share of secrets they kept from each other, and that was life---everyone keeps secrets.

Lothaire had a lot of visitors and business men come to his mansion, and was used to doing the talking for Lothaire. However, he understood completely why Lothaire would want to keep him locked up. He was his jewel of the night, his prized possession. Anatoly smirked a little, rinsing out his hair before replying to his order. “I will do so then, master. But if you like, I could always change into something else if you feel I must be there. You know that I have the powers to do so,” He said, smiling a little and finished washing himself as quick as he could before getting out of the tub. He used his shifting powers to shake off the water so he could get dressed as quickly as he could and return to Lothaire. He rolled up his sleeves and kept his gloves off as he moved over to help wash Lothaire’s back. He wasn’t ever going to leave this man. He was just like a dog and Lothaire was his master…. He held all the control.
 
Lothaire noticed the way the other looked down and reached out, gently stroking his cheek. "You're not going to be punished, Anatoly. You're fine. I' just a little aggrivated," he told him. Maybe he should get the other's hair cut. It was easier to mantain short hair then the long hair ther butler had. Personally he didn't care about hair, it was up to Anatoly really. Washing his own hair was easy for him since it was short. His fingers running through the many layers he had aquired from his last visit to the hair barber's. Once he had lathered it enough he dunked himself under the watter then came back out. He prefeered to be under water. It was just something he was comfortable with. That and under water held such interesting things. He had managed to make it so he could hold his breath under water for almost four minutes. Something his parents had been proud in when he was younger. They had been proud of alot of things when he was younger. The piano, chess, horse back ridding, and the works.

"I was thinking actually. There are things we need from town. I figured that you could go get those and possibly get your hair cut if you wanted to," Lothaire told him. Letting the other wash his back he cleaned the rest of himself until he was ready to get out. Then he simply ducked under water then got out and grabbed himself a towel. Drying himself off he then proceeded to get dressed. Normally in the morning he was good naturebut by night he would turn into a demanding man. Wanting only Anatoly's attention that he could give him. Either that or he'd settle for someone else like he had done before. There were secrets he kept from his loyal servant, it was only fair after all. There wasn't much that he'd keep hidden from the other but there were few things that had to be kept a secret. What kind of master would he be if he didn't keep secrets?
 
“Okay, I could help you in completing your wish. However, the haircut will not be needed. I am a basilisk, therefore can just shorten my hair as so,” he said, nodding once. He watched as Lothaire got out of the tub and dried up. As he was getting dressed, Anatoly drained the tub and put all the soaps and shampoos in the cabinet. “But before I do go on this shopping spree, I would need to know when to leave and what objects my master would like…” He looked over to Lothaire as he straightened out his uniform, dusting it off a bit. As he waited for his answer, he walked out of the room and lead Lothaire to the dining hall. He quietly observed the area as he walked, making sure everything was in as perfect condition as possible. He needed no flaws in his master’s manor. However, the biggest flaw was soon to happen.

Once Anatoly had reached the dining hall, he felt a small, spine-tingling feeling. He didn’t think much of it at the moment, but once the food was being set out for Lothaire by the other servants, it got worse. His body was doing his weekly regression---his true basilisk form. Before any changes on the outside occurred, Anatoly turned towards Lothaire, motioning for him to sit and enjoy breakfast. “I will not be attending you at this breakfast sir; I must wait back in my chamber for a few minutes. Please, for your safety and others, do not enter the room,” he said with a dark smile. Then, with that, he left the lord to eat at his lonesome.

Once he was back at his servant’s quarters, he locked the door behind him after making sure no one else was there. Then the changes swooped over him…
 
"Alright. You can have it how ever you want," he told him calmly as he finished dressing. Going over to his desk he scribbled down everything they needed as well as a few items he desiered. It was best since the other was gonig into town to have him get the things he wanted and had ordered from a few stores. Especially the book store. Thee was a list of books that he had ordered for more personal things. Like more things he and Anatoly could do together in private when the others were away or to busy to ask where the butler was. As soon as he was done he handed it over to the other before allowing himself to be lead to the dinnnig room. Everything looked okay so far, not that he needed everything to be perfect. But it always seemed that it had to be for him.

Sitting down he looked at the other as he told him he wouldn't be joining him for breakfast. It must of ment that it was that time of the week. Watching the other go he ate rather quickly before getting up and quitely going to the other's room. Lothaire listened in on the other before raising his fist. He was interested in how the other looked in his basilisk form. Knocking on the door he ordered that the other unlock the door and let him in. As soon as he did he let himself in and locked the door. "It's not normal for you to miss breakfast," he told him as he looked up. Seeing the other though how he was he licked his lips ever so slightly. How could it be that the other just had to look so sexy like that? It was hard to resist him.
 
Anatoly had backed away from the door, going to the farthest corner he could. He hadn’t quite fully transformed otherwise he wouldn’t still have the shape of a human body. Instead, his skin was a midnight black, and his eyes were radiant with colors. His tongue, which constantly came out with each gasp he took, was long like a snake’s, even slit at the tip and a nice shade of dark blue. His fingernails turned into reddish claws and he had a long tail that twisted and turned around the whole room and was adorned with colorful feathers. On his back there were two large wings that looked like they could’ve belonged to a tropical bird as they were as colorful as the feathers on his tail. Even Anatoly’s face had a few feathers sticking out from his skin. He was, of course, nude because of the fact his clothes would’ve ripped by the time he reached full form. He looked over to Lothaire, crawling over to him a little bit before stopping, twitching from a spark that went through him. Then he looked up with the colorful eyes and locked onto Lothaire. “Yesss Masssster….?” He said, his voice slightly like a snakes.
 
Lothaire looked down at the other, touching his face lightly. Anatoly looked so captivating it was hard to believe that he had hidden from him like this. Kneeling down to eye level his hand went from the other's face and to his crotch. Rubbing it gently he kissed the other's lips. "To think that you tried to hide this from me. I think for punishment I'll take you like this," he grinned as he picked the other up and brought him over to the bed. Laying him down he crawled over the other and kissed him again. Then he kissed the other's senstive spot on his neck, nibblnig and sucking on it to tease him. "You're just to seductive like this," he whispered against his skin.
 
Anatoly grunted a little as his crotch was suddenly grabbed and rubbed. He let out a small hiss to Lothaire as he heard his punishment, using his snake tongue to gently lick the side of Lothaires face as he carried him to the bed. When Lothaire climbed over on top of him, he just kept his eyes on him quietly and wrapped his tail around Lothaires leg. Anatoly let out a few moans as Lothaire began to rain kisses and nibbles on his neck, growing hard. "Is there anything you wisssh for me to do, Massster?" He whispered back, his long tongue brushing against Lothaires lips.
 
Lothaire grinned ever so slightly towards the other male. Thinking about it he slid his hand downwards, feeling for the other's entrance. "Don't hold back," He ordered as he slid his finger into the other's entrance. "And tell me if it hurts," he added as he kissed the other's neck. "After all I don't want to hurt my favorite servant." Sliding in a second finger he began to make siccoring motions to get the other streached a little before he added a third.
 
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