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Bretby Hall part 4
Nino glared at Satoshi for a full minute before he realised that he wasn’t going to leave or stop eating the dinners. After growing tired of the glaring and only getting a headache for his trouble he stood up and grabbed his suitcase. He pulled it up and threw it had the chair unfastening it quickly ignoring Satoshi and the smell of the food which felt like it was stabbing knives into his stomach. He pulled out his neatly folded clothes. Masaki had packed the cases before they had left Japan and they were surprisingly neat and ordered. The prince sighed guessing that some of his father’s training had stuck in his valet’s head which was a relief.
He opened the thick wardrobe that looked like it was an extra from the lion the witch and the wardrobe and started hanging up his clothes hanging them neatly pretending to ignore the muffled moans and breaths coming from the head boy. He chewed on the inside of his cheek wondering why if he was purposely trying to make the most perverted sounds possible. Nobody of breeding or class would have made so many obscene noises while eating a meal so it had to be faked.
Emptying out his clothes took less time than he would have liked and soon he was sitting back in the chair staring at Satoshi as he tucked into a meal of chicken in white wine sauce and baby carrots. It looked amazing, better than he would have imagined for English food and he had to force himself to look away and stop salivating at the smell that was wafting under his nostrils. Satoshi let out another obscene noise and Nino growled his arms folding over his stomach as it gave another loud, undignified, growl.
“Are you really going to eat both?” He asked looking into the tanned face when he felt another twinge in his stomach as he heard the sounds of a lid being removed from the second dinner and a fresh wave of the smell came to collect around his nostrils taunting him and making his mouth water even though he didn’t want it to.
“Well it would be a waste if I don’t...After all the effort chiefs put into making it...” Satoshi asked his fork darting out and spearing one of the chicken breasts that was dripping with the sauce.
“I bet it was all just packaged...” Nino scoffed knowing that his pupils would be dilating as he looked at the meat that was running with juices. Satoshi gave a smile and shook his head waving the lumps of chicken breast around and Nino followed it like a cat with a piece of lint,
“No... Everything has been handmade...You should try it...” the head boy murmured and Nino gave a growl pulling his eyes away his arms folding across his ribs.
“I told you...That I’m not hungry…”
“You also told me that you weren’t a child...But you’re acting like one now...A big spoiled child that can’t get his own way...” Satoshi taunted and Nino kicked at the small glass coffee table that was beside the fire until he dislodged the followers that were resting on it and sent them hurtling into the flames as he shouted,
“...I’m not spoiled!”
“No... Clearly not...” The older boy scoffed his eyes rolling and Nino fell back into the chair seething with anger his nails clawed at his arms as heart and chest tightening as he spat out,
“Fuck off...”
“...Can’t until you eat something...I was ordered...” Satoshi sing songed happily taking a large bite out of the chicken and Nino’s face closed in on itself and he grumpily asked,
“So if I eat you’ll leave?”
“Yup...Which is pretty much what I told you when I arrived...” the meat was once again waved around teasingly and Nino growled getting to his feet and walking over to the plate. He picked up a carrot and then put it into his mouth crunching under his teeth. He almost let out a moan of his own as the sweet juice followed into his mouth and down his throat. It wasn’t soggy or devoid of flavour like he thought it was going to be and, with a groan he sank down onto the bed. Ignoring the smirk of triumph in Ohno’s face he picked up the knife and fork and started eating what was left of the dinner. “So what is a gentleman’s personal gentleman?”
“A valet...Why has Masaki been blabbing again? He has a big mouth!”’ Nino hissed his anger running through his body. Not because Masaki had told everyone, it was bound to come out eventually but he had spent years trying to get Masaki to not think that he was just a servant. He really was his best friend had he even once had he imagined him as a servant but no matter how many times he tried to tell him that Masaki never learned.
“He was just talking to Jun, the other boy we were with, asked if he worked for you and he told us..." Satoshi muttered and Nino decided that he wasn’t going to like this ‘Jun’ much.
"He's an idiot...like he'd ever really work for me...I wouldn't trust him to take care if a goldfish let alone me...he's my best friend..." He said softly before coughing and glaring down at his plate embarrassed that he had said that much.
"Wow...who'd have thought it you're not a full brat then, your highness..." Satoshi laughed and Nino’s eyes narrowed as he glared at him snapping,
"Shut up...if you know who I am why are you talking to me like this?"
"Because I lost to Sho and it's my job..." Satoshi muttered with a shrug taking a wine glass filled with fizzy water and sipping it like it was a vintage red his long graceful fingers playing with the stem. Nino couldn't take his eyes away from the hand as it rolled the glass around, the fingers were long and graceful with neatly clipped fingernails that were like little pink shells. Nino had always had a fascination in hands, long fingers actually but he found it disturbing that he was so interested in the other boy’s hands and he shook his head quickly pulling his gaze away "You're not the first pampered prince to come here...and...I doubt you're the richest...but everyone is the same...we all learn to muddle through together..."
"Why..." Nino asked stabbing a potato with as much vengeance as he would his mortal enemy Satoshi raised an eyebrow looking at him with interest;
"Why? What?"
"Why can you just accept it? Living here? In this place? There is nothing around here but...Fields!" He raged getting to his feet again pacing around like a caged tiger catching a sight of the fields through the clear part if the stained glass window "They go on forever and ever...and there isn't even a TV!"
"True...there isn't much around here...but there is a TV..."
"Where!?" The prince asked his eyes moving around the room hoping there was a TV hidden behind the panelling. That would almost be cool, he decided, a bit like James Bond.
"In the lounge you have to share..."Satoshi told him and Nino's dream deflated into his stomach quicker than they had come. “But there is also one in my room...Sho has one too..."
"What’s the good in that?" Nino asked enviously sitting back down and eating more of food which was almost as good as the stuff he had at home. Too lost in the misery he was feeling he didn't notice the predatory expression and half smirk that filled Satoshi’s face.
"Well I don't use the TV, so if you're a good boy and do as I say...like coming down for meals from now on...I'll let you use it..." He said and Nino almost jumped up again his face splitting into a grin as he turned to look at the other boy about to thank him before he caught himself and asked suspiciously;
"What's the catch?"
"No catch...barring the ‘be a good boy’ thing I mentioned...” Satoshi shrugged rolling the glass between his fingers again as a rueful smile came to his lips “I like the perks of being a head boy...But I don’t like hassle...”
“So... You bribe everyone?” Nino asked finishing the last of the meal before Satoshi opened up the last of the lids to show a warm chocolate pudding with edible purple flowers as he gave a smile his eyes flashing a little,
“Not everyone...Just you...So what do you say?”
“…Okay…I’ll agree to it…” Nino said and watched as Satoshi’s hand came over the table. He reached out and took the hand looking up into the face of the head boy having the strange sensation that he was making a deal with the devil. Satoshi grinned his thumb moving gently over the back of his hand before pressing his lips to it.
“I look forward to working with you…”
TBC
A/N: I hope that this is okay ^_^
He opened the thick wardrobe that looked like it was an extra from the lion the witch and the wardrobe and started hanging up his clothes hanging them neatly pretending to ignore the muffled moans and breaths coming from the head boy. He chewed on the inside of his cheek wondering why if he was purposely trying to make the most perverted sounds possible. Nobody of breeding or class would have made so many obscene noises while eating a meal so it had to be faked.
Emptying out his clothes took less time than he would have liked and soon he was sitting back in the chair staring at Satoshi as he tucked into a meal of chicken in white wine sauce and baby carrots. It looked amazing, better than he would have imagined for English food and he had to force himself to look away and stop salivating at the smell that was wafting under his nostrils. Satoshi let out another obscene noise and Nino growled his arms folding over his stomach as it gave another loud, undignified, growl.
“Are you really going to eat both?” He asked looking into the tanned face when he felt another twinge in his stomach as he heard the sounds of a lid being removed from the second dinner and a fresh wave of the smell came to collect around his nostrils taunting him and making his mouth water even though he didn’t want it to.
“Well it would be a waste if I don’t...After all the effort chiefs put into making it...” Satoshi asked his fork darting out and spearing one of the chicken breasts that was dripping with the sauce.
“I bet it was all just packaged...” Nino scoffed knowing that his pupils would be dilating as he looked at the meat that was running with juices. Satoshi gave a smile and shook his head waving the lumps of chicken breast around and Nino followed it like a cat with a piece of lint,
“No... Everything has been handmade...You should try it...” the head boy murmured and Nino gave a growl pulling his eyes away his arms folding across his ribs.
“I told you...That I’m not hungry…”
“You also told me that you weren’t a child...But you’re acting like one now...A big spoiled child that can’t get his own way...” Satoshi taunted and Nino kicked at the small glass coffee table that was beside the fire until he dislodged the followers that were resting on it and sent them hurtling into the flames as he shouted,
“...I’m not spoiled!”
“No... Clearly not...” The older boy scoffed his eyes rolling and Nino fell back into the chair seething with anger his nails clawed at his arms as heart and chest tightening as he spat out,
“Fuck off...”
“...Can’t until you eat something...I was ordered...” Satoshi sing songed happily taking a large bite out of the chicken and Nino’s face closed in on itself and he grumpily asked,
“So if I eat you’ll leave?”
“Yup...Which is pretty much what I told you when I arrived...” the meat was once again waved around teasingly and Nino growled getting to his feet and walking over to the plate. He picked up a carrot and then put it into his mouth crunching under his teeth. He almost let out a moan of his own as the sweet juice followed into his mouth and down his throat. It wasn’t soggy or devoid of flavour like he thought it was going to be and, with a groan he sank down onto the bed. Ignoring the smirk of triumph in Ohno’s face he picked up the knife and fork and started eating what was left of the dinner. “So what is a gentleman’s personal gentleman?”
“A valet...Why has Masaki been blabbing again? He has a big mouth!”’ Nino hissed his anger running through his body. Not because Masaki had told everyone, it was bound to come out eventually but he had spent years trying to get Masaki to not think that he was just a servant. He really was his best friend had he even once had he imagined him as a servant but no matter how many times he tried to tell him that Masaki never learned.
“He was just talking to Jun, the other boy we were with, asked if he worked for you and he told us..." Satoshi muttered and Nino decided that he wasn’t going to like this ‘Jun’ much.
"He's an idiot...like he'd ever really work for me...I wouldn't trust him to take care if a goldfish let alone me...he's my best friend..." He said softly before coughing and glaring down at his plate embarrassed that he had said that much.
"Wow...who'd have thought it you're not a full brat then, your highness..." Satoshi laughed and Nino’s eyes narrowed as he glared at him snapping,
"Shut up...if you know who I am why are you talking to me like this?"
"Because I lost to Sho and it's my job..." Satoshi muttered with a shrug taking a wine glass filled with fizzy water and sipping it like it was a vintage red his long graceful fingers playing with the stem. Nino couldn't take his eyes away from the hand as it rolled the glass around, the fingers were long and graceful with neatly clipped fingernails that were like little pink shells. Nino had always had a fascination in hands, long fingers actually but he found it disturbing that he was so interested in the other boy’s hands and he shook his head quickly pulling his gaze away "You're not the first pampered prince to come here...and...I doubt you're the richest...but everyone is the same...we all learn to muddle through together..."
"Why..." Nino asked stabbing a potato with as much vengeance as he would his mortal enemy Satoshi raised an eyebrow looking at him with interest;
"Why? What?"
"Why can you just accept it? Living here? In this place? There is nothing around here but...Fields!" He raged getting to his feet again pacing around like a caged tiger catching a sight of the fields through the clear part if the stained glass window "They go on forever and ever...and there isn't even a TV!"
"True...there isn't much around here...but there is a TV..."
"Where!?" The prince asked his eyes moving around the room hoping there was a TV hidden behind the panelling. That would almost be cool, he decided, a bit like James Bond.
"In the lounge you have to share..."Satoshi told him and Nino's dream deflated into his stomach quicker than they had come. “But there is also one in my room...Sho has one too..."
"What’s the good in that?" Nino asked enviously sitting back down and eating more of food which was almost as good as the stuff he had at home. Too lost in the misery he was feeling he didn't notice the predatory expression and half smirk that filled Satoshi’s face.
"Well I don't use the TV, so if you're a good boy and do as I say...like coming down for meals from now on...I'll let you use it..." He said and Nino almost jumped up again his face splitting into a grin as he turned to look at the other boy about to thank him before he caught himself and asked suspiciously;
"What's the catch?"
"No catch...barring the ‘be a good boy’ thing I mentioned...” Satoshi shrugged rolling the glass between his fingers again as a rueful smile came to his lips “I like the perks of being a head boy...But I don’t like hassle...”
“So... You bribe everyone?” Nino asked finishing the last of the meal before Satoshi opened up the last of the lids to show a warm chocolate pudding with edible purple flowers as he gave a smile his eyes flashing a little,
“Not everyone...Just you...So what do you say?”
“…Okay…I’ll agree to it…” Nino said and watched as Satoshi’s hand came over the table. He reached out and took the hand looking up into the face of the head boy having the strange sensation that he was making a deal with the devil. Satoshi grinned his thumb moving gently over the back of his hand before pressing his lips to it.
“I look forward to working with you…”
TBC
A/N: I hope that this is okay ^_^
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