Tʜᴇsᴇ Cʜᴀɪɴs {ˢᵉᵐᶤᵃᵈᵛᵃᶰᶜᵉᵈᴿᴾ} discussion

This three story building is gigantic, a stark, pristine white. The mansion doesn't house as many as it seems, merely the Alphas. However, the elegant, elaborate rooms may be occupied by slaves or servants. A grand, opulent chandelier hangs from over forest-green carpet stairs. The bottom floors are wood floors, the second carpet, and the third, tile.

Takuro walks calmly into Cain's room with a tray on one of his hands full of food and two choices of a drink. He calmly sets the tray down before opening the curtains. Doing so usually would wake Cain up. Takuro wore a black butler like tux like always, smelling like cigarettes, as he always did. His dark brown puppy dog eyes gaze over at Cain sleeping. He looked so peaceful and pure. Some would wonder just how fierce of an alpha he was. "Time to wake up, my Lord." Takuro speaks calmly, approaching the bed.

Cain grumbled as he woke, slowly sitting up as he rubbed his eyes. Sunlight poured in through the opened blinds, of which he'd forgotten to close the night before. Extreme hangover didn't do any justice to what he was experiencing right now. But that was good, he didn't remember the party he'd attended the night before and honestly, those were the best kind of parties. So it must have been fucking epic. His eyes shifted up to Takuro and he frowned, "Don't call me "my lord" Takuro, makes it sound like I'm some old white dude with hemorrhoids or something.." he muttered, sounding a little bit sick, his voice cracking even. His clothes were wrinkled, and even slightly dirtied. Probably because he'd climbed in through the window last night at four o clock in the morning.

He eyed the two drinks, sighing, "Did you bring any aspirin? My head is fuckin pounding" he growled, mostly to himself, out of annoyance. Hangovers were the only downside to partying so hard.

Takuro glances over,"Of course." He hands him some, along with some orange juice,"Did you enjoy yourself last night, Your Highness?" Takuro may not look it, being he never showed much emotion, but he often cycled through all these names around Cain every day, even though Cain always tells him not to, just to annoy him a bit.

Cain seemed slightly annoyed by that, taking the pill and swallowing it down with the orange juice. "I don't even know. I don't remember. Damn it Takuro-" he stared at the other blankly, "Cain. It's Cain." he added, sighing as he stood, eating a piece of bacon as he sifted through the clothes in his wardrobe.

Takuro watches calmly,"My dear lord, it would be inappropriate for a slave to call you by your actual name. But as you wish. Cain." He tilts his head,"Please eat first, then ill pick your outfit out while you shower."

Cain continued to pick his clothes, "Takuro, you're so formal around me. It's ridiculous" he muttered monotonously, eating another slice of bacon as he picked a shirt out, going against what Takuro had said.

Takuro blinks,"Would you prefer I'm not?" As he asks, he lights a cigarette and places it in his mouth, calmly staring towards him. His face still held no emotion, but he was indeed amused, as always when around Cain.

Cain glanced at him, "You're a pet aren't you? Not some butler. I can take care of myself" he muttered, taking a sip of his orange juice.

Takuro blinks,"Oh, so I guess you can bathe and dress yourself? That's news to me, since just yesterday you wanted me to do those exact things. But alright, I'll do what you wish." He blows some smoke out, sitting on the bed in a slumped position.

Cain could remember his father being excessively bitter over the lunar and solar daughters going missing. He could remember how angry he was. The way he'd forced the eclipse slaves to take care of his every need, even down to the most mundane task. Somewhere along that time, Cain had grown used to people doing things for him..

he'd grown attached to Takuro. Depending on him for everything.
He never knew when this attachment had started, but he figured it was when they were younger, five or six years ago. He didn't reply to Takuro.

Takuro eyes him in thought before standing up. He crushes the cigarette in his hand and tosses it out the window before heading towards the bathroom,"I'll start the bath for you then, come on." Takuro knew how to read Cain like an open book. He could tell in his voice and his eyes, his facial expressions as well. He could even tell based on how much Cain talked, or how much he kept quiet. Right now, he knew Cain couldn't take care of himself, he could tell by his silence that he didn't want to admit it. So he was going to now take care of Cain, even though Cain didn't specifically tell him to.

Cain wondered what his pack would think, about him being so incredibly codependent on some measly pet slave. He wondered how they'd view him if they knew that Takuro had saved his ass more times than he could count. Or that he could bathe himself, and dress himself, but preferred Takuro to do it, because it was the only physical affection that he could handle and enjoy.
Almost as if he craved Takuro's touch. Almost as if he craved Takuro.
He watched Takuro walk away, sighing to himself, "Don't crush cigarettes like that, you'll burn yourself" he warned.

Takuro waves back calmly,"Wouldn't be the first time, you could just bandage it again if I do." He kneels down and starts the bath, adding in bath salts,"Eat before you get in. You need your strength."

Cain sighed, rolling his eyes before continuing to eat, eyes downcast.

Takuro stands up,"Are you ready?" He asks as he stands back up. Takuro keeps his brown eyes locked on Cain, seeming to be in a possessive sort of way. He has served Cain for 4 years now, so he had frowned protective of him over the years. He was never not seen beside Cain's side, where ever he went. Even if Cain was with others, Takuro was never far away, always keeping an eye on him. He's never admit it, but Cain meant a lot to him. He was a pain in the ass, and fun to tease, but Takuro thought dearly of him.

Cain turned and walked into the bathroom, nodding slowly, "Yes" he muttered.

Takuro reaches over and unbuttons Cain's shirt, helping him get undressed before helping him settle down in the tub. After doing that, he pulls up his sleeves then begins washing him, starting on his hair.

Cain shivered, frowning faintly. He felt like a child, but he didn't want Takuro to stop. He was a grown adult and yet he let this happen all of the time. He felt horrible about it. But there was a certain attraction between Takuro and he that they'd never outwardly discussed. No matter how many others he'd been with, he never found them attractive ... Takuro was a different story.

Takuro remains silent, now washing down his back. Takuro was always quiet, but he too could be read, by Cain only. He was always gentle when touching Cain, but only if he was in a good, relaxed mood. If he wasn't, he's be a little rougher. He had trouble controlling his own strength. However, right now he was being gentle.

Cain closed his eyes and leaned into his touch, biting his lip. "Takuro ... why do you stay here. I've given you plenty of chances to escape" he asked suddenly.

<< wait his name is Blaine my bad lol

((XD its all good love))

Takuro speaks calmly,"Who said I wanted to leave? I've grown used to working with you these past 4 years, it's all I know, Blaine. I'm like an actual pet, I'd die out there. Not to mention, I sort of like working for a brat like you. Would you like me to wash the front of you as well?"

Blaine glanced down and cleared his throat, "I ..." He didn't reply. He wanted to say, "nope", but something about the thought of Takuro giving him attention, touching him, even in this sacred places, it drove him crazy.

Takuro remains silent, taking that as a yes and softly begins washing the front of him calmly.

Blaine blinked, eyes widening, "I can do it myself" he finally managed out, clearing his throat and swallowing harshly.

Takuro breaths softly on his neck, whispering,"As you wish.." He stands up and dries his hands on a hand towel, glancing back to watch him.