Slave to Lust? Slave to Love?

[Nicolas Cashel]

Nicolas sighed as he rolled his aching shoulders. His muscles were tense and he felt like just falling into bed and never waking up again. "I wish I could just die." He moaned in pain as a headache started up in the front of his skull. Grumbling, he tossed his coat to a chair uncarringly and stripped from his light shirt. He was still slightly ill and although the worst of it had passed, he was far from feeling excellent.

Stumbling a little he ambled towards his couch and sighed contentedly as he sat down upon the soft cushion. Snuggling into it he felt as if he could sleep for ages when he suddenly had the need for something to drink. Rolling his eyes in frustration he heaved a breathe before getting once again to his feet and walking lazily over to where the water pitcher stood. He chugged a gulp of it and poured more, downing that in few sips also. Once his thirst was quenched he put down his glass and wiped a strand of sweaty hair from his brow. The fire place was hot adn the room all the hotter. Not thinking anything of it, he stripped from his pants standing completely alone in his room in the buff. He chuckled at his naked state as he turned his back to the fireplace and walking to stare out the window down upon the beautiful grounds of his castle.

[spencer]

Spencer was nothing but a newbie to the Castle, and his status? Slave. Deffinatley a slave. He had just finished speaking to one of the most beautiful women he had ever met, though he was not intrested in her. Why? Spencer liked men. He was just gay. Spencer was walking down the hall with a grin across his face, heading towards Nicolas's room. 'This one better be cute, wait scratch that, he better be fucking sexy or I'm out of here.' he thought to himself.

Now back tothe story about the beautiful lady he had just met moments ago, he didn't know her name. She had a little quest for Spencer and yes it did involve Nicolas. Kayla basicly hired Spencer to be Nicolas's slave, but not only a slave. A dominate slave. Spencer was guessing that Kayla wanted Nicolas to have a 'lover', though the thought of 'being a lover' made Spencer feel a bit edgy.

Spencer sighed in relief as he had finally gotten to the entrance of Nicolas's room, he was now smiling. Though he didn't know what was going to hit him. He opened the door, "Why hello there--" his voice trailled off, his jaw hit the ground, his eyes went wide. He coulden't belive what he had just seen, 'I didn't know there was going to be a full moon out tonight'

[Nicolas Cashel]

Nicolas didn't think that he could shriek as loud as he did. But he most definitely could. And he obviously did as he cried out in shock and, not thinking twice before dropping to the ground on his butt and covering himself with his hands hastilly. He fumbled for words at first and then, stuttering, he managed to squeak out, "Who are you? I'm sorry to have to tell you this but this is my sleeping quarters and if you go just down the hallway then I'm sure you can find your own private room. Their all suites so there's plenty enough room..."

Nicolas coughed, clearing his throat as his eyes flickered to his pants which lay right near the other man's feet. 'Okay, on the count of three, grab your shirt quickly so he can't see anything. Alright... I can do this I can do this I can do this I can sooo do this... 1...2...3!' Nicolas clumsilly got to his feet and, hands still covering himself, reached out with one hand, while still covering himself with the other as best as he could, for his shirt. He tugged on it but was distressed to find the material stuck to the back of the couch. He cast a horrified look of embaressment towards the other man before tugging harder and harder and harder and...RIP!

Nicolas' jaw hit the floor as he held the left side of his shirt in one hand as the other half of the shirt still clung to the chair. His eyes going dull he thought he might die of the horror of the whole situation. Clutching the material infront of his private areas, Nicolas tilted his head to the side as he gathered his courage before asking hurridly, "Wouldyoutossmemypantsplease?"

[spencer]

Spencer slightly laughed hysterically at this, it was amusing to watch the older man run around fetching for his clothes. "Well first off all Spencer's the name. Secondly I was told to come here by a young lady...though I can't quiet remember her name, I think it started with a K or something." Spencer kind of blushed a bit, knowing that he just walked in on some naked guy, what made it wore was the older man was just plain, 'Sexy'.

Spencer drew his attention to the ground that was underneath his feet, still grinning. He slightly ran his fingers threw his hair as he was slightly shaking his head. 'This has defiantly been intresting...' he slightly chuckled. Seconds later his eyes shifted toward the older mans pants, he slowly walked over having a look of mischief in his eyes, "I think I'm going to have some fun with this one." he quietly muttered to himself, only loud enough for Spencer to hear. He grabbed his pants and walked over to Nicolas and extended his hand in a gesture to give Nicolas his pants, but as soon as Nicolas went to reach for them, Spencer snatched them away, having a grin on his face.

"You want your pants back or what?" he said as he raised an eyebrow.

[ooc: I was given permission to powerplay one sentance. xD]

[Nicolas Cashel]

"You want your pants back or what?"

Nicolas flushed crimson at the other man's antics. Although Nicolas was just barely 6' ft tall, he was still taller than the other man and slightly more muscled although not by much. After earlier falling ill he'd dropped a dangerous amount of weight and his tan skin had slightly paled although still staying sun kissed in a way.

Mumbling he looked down, muttering a quiet, "Yes..." His hand darted for the material only to have them jerked away and his eyes narrowed slightly at the other man. Sighing in defeat he walked sideways towards his coat and quickly, yet grudginly pulled it over himself, turning his back on the other man for a quick moment before tugging on the heavy material and buttoning it up so that it cover just his private regions and up and nothing more.

Fiddling with the material of the shirt he asked suspiciously, "Did you maybe, perhaps, speak with my sister Kayla? Spencer, I don't know what trick Kayla is pulling but I'm in no need of any ones assistance. And the fact that you won't give me my clothing isn't quite putting you in my good graces. Who the hell are you? Do you get off on distrubing people in the middle of the night? I honestly don't approve of this kind of-of activity."

He shuffled his feet at that and titled his head down, feeling awkward with his speach. He had no idea what the other man was talking about or what he needed. All he knew was that he'd be far more comfortable without him standing there infront of him with his pants while Nicolas had a coat on and nothing more, which barely covered his lithe form.

He also found himself waiting anxiously for the man's reply. He'd just heavily insulted him and his eyes flashed defiantly with sparks of brown mocha. This was his room. Was he not allowed to stick up for himself once in awhile? No. God he hoped the other man didn't hurt him too badly.

[spencer]

Spencer kind of frowned, 'Awe. Looks like my fun was spoiled...' He gave in and handed the older man's pants back, he slightly looked away as the older man quickly slipped his pants on. Moments later Spencer drew his attention to the man once again, raising his eye brow to what the man had said. Spencer was one who doesn't take crap from anybody. He slightly grinned, he wasn't going anywhere. He was hired to do this 'quest', and he wasn't leaving until he completed it.

"Kayla...that was infact her name."
He slightly chuckled. He paused for a minutes to catch his breath before talking again, "Now, who am I? I'm nothing but a slave, a dominate slave. This is where your sister comes in. You see, she hired me to well you know. Do what ever a slave dose."[/color] He then stood up straight, now walking toward the older man, backing him up into the wall, being only a few inches away from the older man.

"Do I get off from disturbing people in the middle of the night? No."

[ooc: had permission to power play once again&& stupid code so the font could go red when Spencer was talking didn't work*growls*]

[Nicolas Cashel]

Nicolas muttered a death threat to his sister as he was slowly backed against a wall. Spencer stopped mere inches away from him and Nicolas gulped a breathe of air. How'd his sister know about him? And even if she had, was it that obvious that he was a submissive kind of man? He didn't think so. He thought that he came across as quite dominant at times actually.

His chest slightly puffing out he glared at the other man sa best as he could. "I'll have you know that I'm not one to get involved with random men. And even if I was, not saying that I am, interested in you, you're a slave at my castle. I couldn't very well take advantage of one of my staff. That would be manipulation! I'm not that kind of man you know. Further more! I-I-I who said anything about me being a lover of men? What would you do if I told you I had a err Lady friend waiting for me past those doors which lead to the room which holds my bed? Hm? Then what?"

Nicolas placed his hands on his hips and stared at the other man victoriously. He was sure that he'd trumped the other man. Besides, he thought himself quite manly so who was to say that he was infact one to take to other males? HE could easily be a Lady's man or whatever they called it.

[spencer]

A smirk came upon Spencers face once again, he thought the older man looked so cute they way he tried to make him self seem so dominant. "Take advantage of me? Thats hilarious. I think you missed something. I'm the dominant one here,"

Spencer was someone people didn't want to piss off, Further more, by the way you are stuttering it's clear that your just trying to make up excuses. Your sister told me everything, about your sexuallity...so I'm pretty sure there isn't a ladie friend waiting for you. Trust me, you can't fool me." He examined the way the older man had put his hands on his hips, the was the older man was trying to act oh so manly. Spencer grew curious, he wanted a taste of the older man. So he made his moved, he pressed his lips against the older mans lips, seconds later exploring the inside of the mans mouth. He broke the kiss, having his lips only inches away from the older man's.

"You're defiantly they bitch when it comes to relationships or intimacy."

[Nicolas Cashel]

"Take advantage of me? Thats hilarious. I think you missed something. I'm the dominant one here. Further more, by the way you are stuttering it's clear that your just trying to make up excuses. Your sister told me everything, about your sexuallity...so I'm pretty sure there isn't a ladie friend waiting for you. Trust me, you can't fool me."

Nicolas glared fouly at the other man. Had this man just questioned his manhood? He was about to give him a piece of his mind when Spencer did far from what Nicolas thought he would. He kissed him! Kissed him! Nicolas fell backwards into the wall at the force of the kiss. Gasping, he opened his mouth to protest but Spencer seemed to take advantage of that act and his tongue darted into the Lord's mouth, plundering him like a pirate to his treasure.

His eyes clenched tightly shut as he thought of Lucian. Did this count as being unfaithful? It wasn't as if Lucian and him had claimed eachother as lovers or anything. Yet something nagged at him and made it imposible for him to protest against the kiss. When Spencer pulled away he breathed heaviuly, his air supply stollen away by the fervor of the kiss.

"You're defiantly the bitch when it comes to relationships or intimacy."

Nicolas' jaw nearly dropped to the ground at the comment and without thinking twice his hand struck out, slapping the other man dead across the cheek, the red mark definitely already beginning to rise almost instantaneously.

"You jerk! I'm not a bitch! And who gave you the right to tell me what or what I'm not in a relationship? I can be whatever the hell I want to be!" Nicolas scowled at the other man, his brown eyes spitting earthy fire.

[spencer]

"You jerk! I'm not a bitch! And who gave you the right to tell me what or what I'm not in a relationship? I can be whatever the hell I want to be!"

'Ouch...' he thought to himself as the unexpected happend, "Your a fiesty you, arn't you?" he said before he shifted his head so he was facing the older man once again. "I didn't mean to offend you, you just don't seem like the dominant type of guy."

Spencer would have to admit, he was a little pissed off, and yes, the older man was now starting to get under his nerves. 'Why can't he just make my job easier for me like a good little boy...er...man...' He pushed the man up against the wall once again, looking into the older man's eyes which were now spitting earthy fire, Spencer could only grin at this.

[Nicolas Cashel]

Nicolas hissed at the sudden pain in the back of his skull as he was pushed up against the wall and his head went backwards to knock into the stone. Scowling he dug his nails into the younger man's arms, venom in his voice as he hissed,"What the hell is wrong with you?! I am not something for you to just just just man handle! And I'm not fiesty! Only females are fiesty. So there!" He turned his head to the side and focused his eyes on a far off object; obviously ignoring the other man.

Folding his arms over his chest he pouted at the thought of how obvious he must be. He was acting like a woman for christs sake! His brow furrowing in thought he bit past his pride to ask in as uncaring as a voice he could muster up, "Just out of curiousity, what type of guy do I come across as then if I'm not dominant? Surely only men can be dominant and nothing else. Right?"

He turned his big, pretty brown eyes at the other man and fluttered them in annoyance as an eyelash poked him in the eye. A fuzzy feeling was felt in his nose, like when you thought you were going to sneeze and then didn't, and he wiggled his nose to be rid of the tingling sensation of annoyance.