And We'll Never Be Royals

[Armand Temi]

Back at the Crystal Palace, Princess Thais Kallisto peeked out of the tightly drawn curtains in the sitting room. The holonews speeder was still out in the front with a couple of idle news reporters milling around, drinking stimcaf and chit-chatting. I hate them, thought Thais. I hate them and their gossip and their freedom. The Princess was in a dark mood ever since she gave birth to Abigail a few weeks ago in the Palace. The main reason for her melancholy was because her child - who was also King Xander Blackmoore's heir - was taken from her the moment of delivery. She was not even able to see the infant, or hold it to her warm breast. It would be swaddled carefully by an unfamiliar nursemaid and carried off by someone from Clan Vereen, perhaps Draco himself. Thais didn't know. She was exausted from the 12-hour labor and quite inconsolable.

"Crix, can you tell the news to just go away? I'm not coming out to have them gloat over all of my tragedy. They won't see the baby because she is gone. There is nothing to report anymore," Thais said glumly.

But the Isis population knew that something had happened to Princess Kallisto. She went off to Ascension to be wed to the King of Indupar and Ec Pand with high hopes of the entire planet to unite the three worlds. But it appeared that almost everything about that plan had gone horribly wrong. There had been a massacre of nobility at the wedding, and Princess Kallisto ended up arrested and extradited back to Isis.

And then nothing. No more news of the Princess. She went into seclusion as part of the plea bargain and had her baby, which was promised to Techno Union Foreman Draco Vereen. While she escaped execution or a long prison sentence, there was one more part of her punishment left to enact.

Needless to say, the Princess just ignored that this next chapter of her life was about to happen. It was better to pretend it wouldn't happen at all. Even though her closest courtier, Crix Meriet, was now in charge of the Palace and of Kallisto Mining Company, Thais waltzed around in a malaise, still ordering her servants about - not Mr. Meriet, she was quick to keep him happy - as though she were still in charge.

[member="Crix Meriet"]

 

[Crix Meriet]

Crix glanced bemused over a Datacron his eyes drifting over to Thais stood austere at the window. Things had changed since they had last been alone together Crix had the power now. He ran the Palace and the mines and he held Thais's liberty in the palm of his hand. He really ought to get a move on with that but Toby kept giving him disapproving looks whenever he mentioned it. Objecting both to the sentence and the fact that Thais had suffered a long labour and the subsequent loss of her child to the mandalorian. In order to avoid such glances from his heart's desire he'd let Thais be for two whole weeks but that had to end today. She had to learn to be subservient or she would die when he sold her off. He needed to organise that at some point, he made a mental note to contact [member="Draco Vereen"] to organise a date.

"Stop staring at them and they will go away" He chuckled "The more they catch sight of you the longer they will hang around"

Did he dislike the reporters? yes he did but so did Thais so he tolerated them because they amused him and the gossip was damaging to Thais. He crossed his legs over lay across the couch, a marked change from the position he once took around the princess gone were the airs and graces and the cautious sitting. He was the Lord now and Thais, Thais was a slave.

"Thais come away from the window" He sighed "I'll have them moved along later, ignore them for now "

He put the data-cron aside "Thais, fetch me a drink then come back we need to talk, bring one of your handmaidens too they can advice you" He ordered Thais would be taking a lot of orders over the coming years. He'd have brought in Toby to help but Thais wasn't ready for that yet. When she was less proud Crix would bring in Toby. He sat back and closed his eyes anticipating a fight back. This whole breaking Thais into slavery was going to give him a headache he was calling it.

[member="Thais Kallisto"]

 

[Armand Temi]

With balled up fists, Thais swatted at the drapes in a moment of anger and then clutched them and closed them tight. Vultures all of them!

Her gaze drifted back to Crix on the couch - her couch, in her sitting room, in her palace. Her home. The way he languidly sat there, doing nothing to help the business, probably looking up vacation packages for him and Toby to purchase with her credits. Princess Kallisto could scream had she not felt so dull and empty inside. Perhaps a bit of rage would be good for her soul. But she could barely muster annoyance right now.

She sighed and walked away from the window, but stopped short, when Crix asked for her to bring him a drink. Instead of her normal fury, and probably to the courtier's surprise, she let out a long, musical laugh and raised her eyebrows.

"I couldn't even fetch you a drink if I wanted to. I have no bloody idea where the goblets even are!" She laughed again, competely amused by the situation. To be a servant was such a role reversal for her that she dealt with the surreal situation by not taking it seriously. But once she stopped chuckling, she said, "I'll bring Miss Janine. She'll show us where the goblets are and what there is in the kitchen."

The only dutiful thing she planned to do was to retrieve Miss Janine, which she promptly did. "Miss Janine, what do we have to drink today?" she asked. "Crix is thirsty."

Thais stood there grinning and crossed her arms in a challenging way. So far she was playing along, but she wasn't really complying with order.

Still, it was the first time she had smiled all day.

[member="Crix Meriet"]

 

[Crix Meriet]

Crix smiled to himself as Thais took her anger out on the drapes. She would need to learn to control that anger if she was to last her seven years of servitude.

"They know you're there now silly"

Such a silly, little . porcelain girl perhaps thais was too stupid to be a house slave. He might have to sell her to a hutt or to work down a mine somewhere. Maybe that would be more her speed. As for her internal belif that she still owned land and titles she would have to put that aside as well , for 7 years she was a slave and slaves owned nothing. Crix had yet to spend any of Thais's money on anything but the standing orders she already had to pay her, well his, employees.

He had opened his eyes in surprise as she laughed, he had not expected that. He smiled too and turned lifting his brow. Slaves weren't supposed to laugh.

"Well dear you'd better learn where the goblets are , I have no intention of doing so" He sat back and shut his eyes. Crix was practically a king now so he had no intention of lifting a finger "Correction Thais dear, Miss Janine will show you where the goblets are, then you will go to the kitchen and pour the drinks" It would be a hard lesson but Thais would learn it.

Thais did fetch Miss Janine that was good. "No need to run through the whole list, I'll just take a cup of tea" He said with a dismissive wave "Take Thais to the kitchen and teach her to brew tea, I'm trusting you to help teach her what will be expected of her"

He kept his eyes closed, shuffling a little to make himself more comfortable ... then gave an exaggerated sigh.

"Thais needs to learn if she hopes to survive the next seven years"

[member="Thais Kallisto"]

 

[Armand Temi]

The smile faded as quickly as it had appeared. "I think you are enjoying this far too much," snapped Thais. "Come now, Miss Janine. Let me learn something new like how to make tea."

"Very well, Lord Meriet," said Miss Janine said, addressing Crix and not Thais. While the longtime handmaiden didn't take any pleasure or glee in this arrangement, she knew who was in charge now, and she would show the same devotion to the slaver that she had to the Princess.

As they trailed off into the corridor, Crix could hear Thais talking loudly to Miss Janine: "Careful now, Miss Janine. Perhaps he wants to be called a Grand Duke! Or maybe he prefers Baron Meriet? Or perhaps he likes neither, and he wants to be known as the Emperor. Emperor Meriet!" She laughed wickedly down the hallway, entertaining no one but herself.

An awful clamor could be heard in the kitchen, including the sound of broken glass and Miss Janine tutting over the mess that Thais was making, but soon enough, the two of them emerged. The Princess was balancing a crystal platter on her palm. She walked slow, and the tray wobbled, but she didn't drop it. With an overly dramatic curtsy, she served Crix Meriet his tea, waiting patiently until he plucked the crystal cup off of the platter. Still in her cursty, she looked up at him and said, "Don't worry. Most poison is colorless and odorless. You will never taste a thing when I poison you."

"Princess Kallisto!" exclaimed Miss Janine, clutching at her collar. "Unless you truly want to be executed, I recommend you don't say things like that." The handmaiden glanced warily over at Crix, as if to judge whether she was out of line.

[member="Crix Meriet"]

 

[Crix Meriet]

Crix shrugged at the implication that he was enjoying Thais's new position. She was right though he was really enjoying himself "Yes Thais run along I'm parched " He called after her

He smiled slightly at Janine's deference . Crix was going to send her away when Thais was gone, The woman enjoyed her so he was going to have her sent away, her and Napo. He nodded at her as she left. She was a good slave it was a shame she had to go.

He smiled at Thais's attempt to berate him as he walked down the corridor. Hmm Grand Duke Meriet had a nice ring to it, Baron Meriet quite the step down from grand duke and then there was emperor. Emperor was good. He like that one, if only he had the empire necessary for the Title. She was amusing him ... he liked her pathetic attempt to undermine him

He sat up with a smile as a racket flooded from the kitchen. Broken glass and lots of arguing. Very soon they arrived back though and thais had the tray. Crix sat up as they entered, he didn't want to choke afterall. He cackled as Thais walked in the cups clattering on the tray. This was priceless. Then she curtsied and he lost it . Laughing for a good two minutes before he finally plucked the cup up and was about to drink when Thais mentioned poison. Crix's gaze hardened and he poured the tea over Thais's head

"Silence you stupid whore " He hissed "Now unless you want to spend seven years doing hard labour in a sulfur mine ..." well more like 3 mine slaves never lasted long " Then you better start behaving , now apologize to me then go with Miss Janine to find a handmaidens dress to remind you of your new lot in life " He ordered offering Thais his hand. Did she not understand he was trying to help her she had to let go of her pride if she was going to survive ... the fact that it was hilarious to watch was just a side bonus.

[member="Thais Kallisto"]

 

[Armand Temi]

The Princess was enjoying testing the boundaries. This was the most fun she'd had since... well, she couldn't remember. The young noblewoman had been so focused on her wedding plans and colluding with Captain Herak, she'd forgotten what it was like to have not a care in the world. What I wouldn't give to be a frolicking idiot right now, she thought! Happy in mediocrity and blissful ignorance of the galaxy and its woes.

But when Thais felt the wet tea dribble over her head, she screamed and jumped backwards slightly. She let her hair fall down to one side and began wringing the liquid out of it, while she listened to Crix's scathing words. Her eyes glittered angrily, and she felt like leaping on him as a wild cat would.

"How dare you call me a whore!" she hissed. "Need I remind you who is the lothario in this household? It's certainly not me," she said. She glanced down at his hand and rolled her eyes, but a moment later took it and stroked it almost sensuously - a bold move for Thais who normally stiffened up when Crix touched her.

"Enlighten me, please. When I apologize do I kiss the hands or the boots of the master?" she asked, her tone a bit mocking like it was before. He could tell she was building up to another melodramatic outburst. The Princess released his hand and strode into the middle of the room. "Oh! I have the answer! Silly me. When I apologize I must kiss the master's arse. That's it, isn't it?"

Miss Janine couldn't take anymore of Thais's bad behavior, and she began to sob. "Please don't do this Princess Kallisto. Mr. Meriet is trying to help you."

Thais rushed over to Miss Janine and patted her consolingly. "Come let's find a dress," she said. She hustled her favorite handmaiden out of the room, mostly to avoid any of Crix Meriet's forthcoming wrath as the Princess distinctly felt that if she kept running her mouth, she was likely to be struck by him. A quick trip to the handmaiden's quarters, and they were back. Thais wore a simple, cream colored servant's dress, but her smirk was a giveaway that the young noblewoman wasn't done being impudent. "I tried to find the most whorish one, but none of them had quite the right strumpet quality I was looking for."

[member="Crix Meriet"]

 

[Crix Meriet]

Crix enjoyed Thais's petulance, to a point. Her last attempts at exerting control were amusing. But the talk of poisoning had gone too far for him. He would not stand for being threatened, not by a slave and especially not by Thais. As for the former Princess's desire to be a blissful idiot, Crix felt that she had never stopped being an idiot. She was less porcelain now that she was fighting back but she was still a foolish child.

Crix rolled his eyes as Thais jumped back with a scream. She was going to face worse than wet hair over the next seven years. He frowned at her angry eyes she'd have to learn to control her face in future, slaves didn't have emotions. He shook his head and lay down again. This was going to be a long day, he hadn't even been that harsh yet.

He chuckled at the next two insults that staggered out of Thais's mouth. She was very funny ... a funny little child with about the charisma befitting her slow mentality. Lothario was he? he would take that he was quite the schmoozer. "No you're right you're not the house Lothario, you are a slave now and that Thais is why I 'dare' to call you a whore" He hissed. Then rather unexpectedly Thais took his hand and began to stroke it, he softened with a smile, gently sighing. That was better until ...

Thais took a mocking tone again. At first she had asked a valid question, granted her tone was improper but crix would fix that over time. He was about to answer that kissing either the masters hands or feet was normally appropriate unless she was instructed otherwise but then she had rose and began 'mocking' him (in the loosest sense of the word) He rolled over "No Thais you are to leave my ass alone, That's Tobys domain." He hissed in return, he was about to continue when Janine began to cry.

He slumped back in the coach. "Don't cry dear, Thais will learn and don't worry about calling her princess anymore , she's not going to be Princess again for seven years" He sighed and rubbed his eyes "Infact I'm banning the word princess ... there will be punishment if you use it"

Thais did something respectable for once. Shocking Crix, he was not embarrassed to admit. Thais it seemed did have an actual heart, crix shut his eyes again as the pair retreated so Thais could change. It didn't take long for her to return dressed in clothes more befitting her station . He was about to express approval and maybe even let Thais sit down. But then she made another stupid comment. He sat up again slowly and calmly "Guards, Thais is shaky on her feet, hold her up" He stood up as two guards seized Thais's arms "You look fine dear , You could wear anything and hit the strumpet image dead on" He smiled "Now Thais Apologise for your rudeness "
Thais next words would determine what crix did if she apologised he'd let her sit down, if she didn't well then he'd punch her in the stomach and ask again. He would keep asking and punching until she apologised or started coughing up blood. She would learn respect eventually.

[member="Thais Kallisto"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Thais was feeling rather triumphant until Crix called in two of the palace guards. Her palace guards. They marched towards her, their boots making an ominous sound on the marble floor. She was almost certain they would balk at the request to restrain her, yet how thin their loyalty was to her! That all of her staff so easily followed their new master... well, it was certainly an education for the somewhat naive Princess.

The guards grasped her arms, gently for the most part. "Ouch, that hurts," Thais said, trying to stall whatever was about to happen to her.

She sighed and glanced at Crix with weary eyes, her brown eyes dull and glazed. "Okay, you win," she said. "I can't keep this up. I'm too tired and I'll need to rest in my chambers soon." She relaxed her tense muscles and let the guards nearly hold her up. It felt good to let go of her anger and frustration. Freeing almost. Is this how slaves actually feel, she mused? Do they eventually just accept their horrible lot in life and just acquiesce to their torment? It was difficult to think of fully accepting your life as a slave, but she supposed that millions of slaves across the galaxy did just that.

"I apologize for my rude tongue and my terrible behavior. It won't happen again."

Now all she felt like doing was retreating to her bedchamber and pulling the thick blankets over her head. She wanted to sleep for days. But none of this was spoken aloud, for she was too afraid that Crix would prevent her from isolating herself right now.

[member="Crix Meriet"]

 

[Crix Meriet]

Crix thought it was priceless the way Thais's face changed as the Palace guards marched in to seize her. How odd it must have been for her to be grabbed by her own men. Their boots making such a satisfying thud. The percussion of the his orchestra of power. He smiled at her shocked expression as he rose ... such a pretty picture.

He hardened again at her expression of pain, such a weak pathetic little girl "Not as much as Xander's Grip did, You know nothing if you think that was pain" He replied firmly. stepping closer.

Then she surrendered. She looked weary her once shining eyes were dulled and glassy "I won the day you were arrested Dearest, you just didn't take notice" He nodded and the guards let Thais go Crix took her hand, glad that he hadn't needed to hit her "Trying to keep it up was a waste of both our energies , other masters who haven't come to ... favour you ..." Granted with insults in Crix's case " ... will hurt you if you fight back, you can rest soon but we need to chat first " He was speaking softly now running his thumb over Thais's knuckles almost affectionately. He was being nice now he didn't need to swing the stick for now it was time for the carrot.

It felt good to get an apology out of her. He gave a nod and hum of approval then released Thais hand and returned to the couch, Lying across it his hand hanging languidly over the edge "Come and sit beside me and we can talk about where you are going to serve your seven years "

He gave her a moment to sit down the offered her his hand again. Perhaps she would respond better this time, "Do you have any friends you could tolerate serving" He asked in the same soft tone he once took with her "I wish to make this as easy for you as I can" He lied, he wanted the schutta to suffer but he needed her not to be plotting his death for the next seven years.

[member="Thais Kallisto"]

 

[Armand Temi]

At the mention of Xander a flicker of interest appeared in the Princess's brown eyes, but it didn't last. She hadn't seen her beloved Sith Lord since Ascension. He had not come to the Palace to visit her. And since the scandal broke with him as a lynch-pin, a Svengali who was behind the scenes tempting Princess Kallisto to his evil bidding with Sith Magic, she could understand why he stayed away.

But there was still a bottomless ache in the pit of her stomach that both her child and her lover were gone.

She sat next to Crix and allowed herself to be consoled like a docile animal. His touch was the only kindness she'd felt the entire day, except for Miss Janine's histrionic pity. She lay her head on the back of the sofa; her hand felt like a piece of limp dough in his.

"It appears that my friends are few and far between. But Lord Mythos has always been a friend to me. I would allow him to... purchase me as it were."

She felt quite certain that if the King of Atrisia was to house her as a slave in his court, he may actually free her. But then what would happen? Could she return to Isis in seven years and reclaim her court? Or would she be exiled to Atrisia?

"What do you think, Crix? Shall we approach him?"

[member="Crix Meriet"]

 

[Crix Meriet]

Crix noted the brief flash of interest as he mentioned the king in the closet. But it faded quickly, crix hoped she'd learned that he wasn't coming back. A Hard but necessary lesson Thais had to learn that in the end she was alone in this. Crix hoped that Xander continued to stay away but if he did ever come to Isis Crix would have him slowly and publicly flayed. A fitting revenge.

As Thais came to sit beside him crix felt the warmth of triumph settle in his stomach so this is what it was like to win. It was excellent but still this was but a drop in the ocean that was his many chips. He still had to get vengeance on his father. One day he would murder his father and then he might finally feel contented.

He moved over to allow Thais to lean her head on the sofa but raised a brow as she just put her hand in his. She clearly had quite away to go for a woman who had kept slaves all her life [member="Thais Kallisto"] had no idea how a slave was supposed to act. He suffered the limp hand for a few moments then with an exasperated sigh he patted her hand

"Thais dear I wasn't offering a hand of comfort, you're a slave now when someone not enslaved offers you their hand you are supposed to kiss it" He was tired now this was harder than he expected, his head fell back onto the arm of the couch.

"I will approach Lord Mythos Think it over and make a list of anyone you would more willingly serve, for now though you look tired so run me a bath then you can go for a lie down" He eventually slid his hand out of hers and indicated for Thais to go "Return to the dining hall in two hours, I've arranged for Napo to tutor you in waiting a table"

When Thais had gone Crix turned to Miss Janine "see if you can find Toby dear" He ordered "and make arrangements for Thais to be moved from the royal bedroom to a room more appropriate to her station, have it done during dinner tonight" He added, it was time thais was separated from her old life. It would only make it harder for her in the long run.

[member="Toby Meriet"]

 

[Lief]

Being the kept man of a wealthy slaver had many advantages. His standing meant that Toby could read Holotexts or paint or practice music, or do whatever his heart desired while Crix was away. The drawback was unyielding stretches of boredom, and as he strolled through the hallways, inspecting Thai Kallisto's many oil portraits, well, it was not exactly his idea of an exciting afternoon. So Toby Meriet was grateful when Crix called upon his Darlin' to the main sitting room in the estate that formerly belonged to the deposed Isis Princess. Wearing a brocaded tunic that Crix brought back for him from the Bright Jewel system, Toby entered the room.

His grey blue eyes lit up when he saw his lover shooing away [member="Thais Kallisto"]. Toby was ecstatic to have Crix back. The slaver had been busy trying to secure the domain of Isis as his for quite sometime. At least those were the stories Toby heard. They didn't talk about it too much, mostly because Toby couldn't talk, but sometimes he heard things beyond what Crix fed him. Now that the Princess was dealt with, perhaps he'd see more of his love. A man could only hope.

With a devilish smile he strode towards Crix and greeted the other man by pulling his head in for a soft kiss on the lips. A brush against him would reveal exactly how happy he was to see the russet-haired slaver. His eyes flickered to the former Princess. Was she staying for this conversation or leaving? Toby wasn't sure, but he really wanted some alone time with his Crix.

[member="Crix Meriet"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Crix did not answer the question about Lord Mythos right away. He blathered on about her kissing his ring. Kiss the bloody ring?!? Ohhh that ring...

"Must I suffer more indignity today?" Thais complained suddenly, but she gently brought his hand to her lips. Her eyes locked onto his, and she kissed his knuckle lightly. What an intimate gesture, she pondered. Yet she had asked this of her own servants and slaves so many times. Still kissing a graceful Princess's hand? Why that was a fanciful, whimsical act of loyalty! However, kissing Crix's hand made her feel slightly violated, and her stomach roiled slightly as she drew away.

"Yes Mi'Lord," said Thais. Wasn't Lord Mythos available tonight!?!? He was only a holocall away! Thais would broach the subject at dinner. But for now she rose up and crossed paths with Toby entering the room. She was on equal footing now with the slave she once tried to sell. She appraised him like she would one of her hallway oil paintings. He was so supplicating, nearly cowering before Crix. Thais made a snorting nose and straightened her shoulders. I will never be that scurrying, ungraceful type of slave that I loathe so much. I will be the most regal slave the galaxy has ever seen! That is probably the ticket out of this miserable situation. Do your duties, Thais but perform them with as much grace and poise as if you were royalty.

She sniffed again and went to draw Crix's bath. At first, she thought about leaving it cold, but trying to adhere to her new philosophy, and after she figured out how the bathtub actually worked, she made sure the water was a perfect, steamy temperature. The Princess fluffed up his towels for good measure and hung them on a towel warmer.

Then she went to her chambers and fell into a deep dreamless slumber.

[member="Crix Meriet"] [member="Toby Meriet"]

 

[Crix Meriet]

"This will be rendered trivial over the next seven years Thais dearest" He sighed further exasberated. He might be exploiting her new position but in the end he was preparing her for what she would likely face over the next seven years. Progress had been made however as she gently lifted his hands up to her mouth to softly kiss his knuckles. That prompted a soft smile. That was better. Crix couldn't tell Thais felt violated and indeed it was unlikely that he would care. This was just something Thais would just have to learn to live with.

He was further surprised by Thais's subservience. No argument, no petulant looks . It was pleasant not to have to battle her for once. Then to make matters even better his Toby appeared looking beautiful. Crix sat up as he entered his eyes following him as he crossed the room. Thais might have thought she was equal to Toby now but she was wrong. Toby might technically be a slave but he was a slave who lived better than most free men and in-truth was de facto prince of Isis for Crix was king and Toby was Crix's love. Crix Didn't see Thais leave, he missed the snort she gave for all his attention was on Toby. Swimming in his charming grey eyes, Toby's eyes were like light rain on a lake and all of Crix's concerns melted away in them.

He smile back at his Toby as he strode over "Hello my Darlin' , I've missed you" He said voice softened by relief. It had only been a few hours since crix had last seen Toby but it felt like an eternity. He groaned softly as Toby cradled his head to press a soft kiss to his lips. Crix ran his hand through Toby's hair and hugged him gently "I'm worn out T , trying to get Thais to help her self is like trying to get blood from a stone" He complained into Toby's shoulder. He allowed himself to enjoy the warmth of His Toby's body for a few moments before he let him go.

"Thais is running me a bath" He added standing up "Shall we go upstairs , it feels like we've hardly had time to ourselves in the past month" Crix had been busy and his body took exception from the dramatic reduction of Toby time. Of course Crix didn't expect a reply from his Beautiful boy, His T hadn't spoken in over a decade his answer would be expressed by more physical means. Crix offered Toby his hand to help him up and hopefully for Toby to keep hold of, Crix felt the need for some constant contact.

[member="Thais Kallisto"] [member="Toby Meriet"]

 

[Lief]

If Toby had known that Crix thought of him as the prince of Isis, an elated grin would have spread over his face. But frankly, Crix's favorite slave didn't care much about titles or land, all he wanted was to be right there at Crix's side. So as long as Crix was happy, Toby was happy.

His hesitant eyes followed Thais as she kissed his master's hand and then scurried out of the room with her tail between her legs. Toby used to feel sorry for the cruelty that Crix had always imparted on Kallisto, but not anymore. She tried to sell him away from Crix, and that didn't exactly endear her to the slave. As she left, Toby gave the deposed Princess a mocking smile as if to say, "Don't let the blast doors hit your ass on the way out," then turned to help his Crix off the chaise lounge.

His lover looked positively gleaming today. Being an Isis royal suited completely the slave master. At Crix's suggestion that they go upstairs, Toby nodded his head in affirmation, while stroking the back of his hand with a wayward thumb. Grunting, he scooped up the slaver in his steel-muscled arms and carried him upstairs. Hopefully Crix's new slave had drawn the perfect bath for him. Nothing less would do for his Crix.

[member="Thais Kallisto"] [member="Crix Meriet"]

 

[Crix Meriet]

Crix thought of Toby as a divine angel, in Crix's eyes Toby was perfection embodied; sweet, loving and forgiving. Prince was the least of the laurels that Crix would place on his Toby were he ever asked. He would love Toby for Time eternal, he longed to have Toby stay forever at his side and that was why Toby would forever be a slave for slaves couldn't just leave. Crix would die if Toby ever left him and yet almost in contradiction if Toby were ever to ask for freedom Crix would give it to him without taking a breath ... for Toby's needs and wants were of the utmost importance to him.

He grinned at the mocking smile that Toby gave the princess his T had been a lot less sympathetic to Thais since the incident on Nar kreeta. He still didn't approve of all of Crix's cruel acts on the woman and still gave Crix the occasional frown of disapproval but the pity was gone. T was more content to turn a blind eye to Thais nowadays. Crix had paid the princess in kind for her betrayal on the hutt world, he had avenged his Toby. Of course Thais was gone from the room by the time Toby helped him up off the lounger so as he reached his feet he filed away lingering thoughts on Thais. There could be only Toby now.

The new freedom that came with crix's ascension to what was essentially royalty suited them both. It had put the glitter back on Crix who had in the weeks since Nar kreeta been dulled by his desire for vengeance and his fear of failure. It also freed the vice like grip he'd had on Toby in those weeks, he had smuggled Toby from the palace and 'detained him' in a small estate far from the princess's notice that way if he fail his love would be safe. Of course now the princess was pacified he could have toby back at the palace.

He gave Toby a contented half smile as the taller man's thumbs stroked over the backs of his own hands. "Thanks Darlin'" It was just the sort of touch he needed at the moment , he gave Toby's hands a soft squeeze as his 'slave' let go. He was about to frown slightly disheartened at the loss of contact when Toby swept him off his feet, quite literally to carry him bridal style. He gasped in shock before smiling once again and tucking his head into the crook of Toby's shoulder nuzzling the man's neck with the tip of his nose. It was rare that crix would tolerate being carried, his pride usually prevented him displaying his extremely needy side in such a way, however when very tired and in private he could stand it for alittle while. This was one of those times he accepted being carried, Thais had worn him out and he had not had quality time with toby in too long.

"I don't deserve you T, my beautiful darling " He whispered softly still nuzzling Toby "Remind me I owe you at the very least a back rub or something later"
How he expected Toby to remind him was a mystery, perhaps simply by guiding Crix's hands to the sore parts of his body. Toby would think of a way he always did and after ten years crix could usually notice when and where Toby needed soothing, Much in the same way as Toby alway seemed to know just what Crix needed without him even asking.

"Will you get in the bath with me ?" Crix asked as they rounded into the bedroom his hands tracing over Toby's chest to undo the top most buttons on his lovers tunic. "Can you put me down on the bed T? " He followed up quickly without awaiting the expected nod to his first question. It was more of an order than a request, he had grown tired of being carried for now.

[member="Toby Meriet"]
[member="Thais Kallisto"]

 

[Lief]

Toby knew that Crix loved him, but he knew that his love slept with others. He might have been mute, but he wasn't an idiot. He was most aware of Crix's dalliance with his alien-with-benefits, Cryax Bane. It made Toby seethe with jealousy whenever Crix traveled to Coruscant or Csilla to sleep with the man, although he'd never tell his master that. It was understandable what Crix saw in the other man. With his exotic glowing red eyes and shimmering blue skin, Bane was a picture perfect Chiss doll. But the whole affair begged the quesion: Wasn't Toby not enough for Crix? Apparently not. Still, Cryax might have had Crix's body for a few nights, but Toby knew that the Chiss whore would never have his master's heart. That belonged to Toby alone. Or so he hoped. Little did he know that the Chiss was about to flee One Sith space only to seek safe harbor on Isis. He was probably better off not knowing, because it wouldn't be good news.

He loved Crix's reaction as he swept the other man off his feet. It was always fun to surprise Crix. Toby placed his love gently down on the bed, and nodded when he was asked to join Crix in the tub. Then, he finished what Crix started and unbuttoned the rest of his tunic to reveal his workhorse of a body. Blushing as he fully undressed, he grinned at Crix. Next, the eager slave began pulling on Crix's own buttons and zipper, peeling him out of his clothing. To force Crix to undress himself would be an utter travesty that Toby would be deeply ashamed of.

One Crix was naked, he jumped up to fetch his master's robe, which he lovingly wrapped around the slaver. Leaving him with a peck on the cheek, he padded into the bathroom to check on the water. Once satisfied that it was the perfect temperature, Toby climbed in the lavish oversized monstrosity of a tub and waited for his Crix to join him.

[member="Crix Meriet"]

 

[Crix Meriet]

Crix adored Toby, worshiped the ground he walked on even. He also regularly slept with others , of course he did everything he could to hide it from Toby. The disappointment that flooded his poor Darling's eyes broke Crix's heart. He had cut down on the sleeping around recently though now that his need for love and compassion was being well and truly satisfied by his Toby and his more 'adventurous needs being met by Cyrax Bane. Sexy sith punching bag. It wasn't that his Toby wasn't enough it was Crix who was at fault he had a string of desires he didn't want to tarnish his angel with. Toby was not made for chains and whips, he deserved tender kisses and massage oil. Toby was right though he had sole possession of Crix's heart and no one not even the devilishly sexy Blue man.

Crix sighed as he was laid down on the bed. Smiling as Toby agreed to join him in the bath, it was the perfect way to ensure Toby got abit of R & R. Crix was convinced Toby did continue slave labour cleaning and the like, he'd check his hands for raw patches later. For now however he was quite drawn to Toby's body as it was slowly revealed "Look at you T, Your beautiful" . His eyes trailing over Toby's beautiful body, he smiled softly at Toby's adorable blush. His hands trailing over the scars that divided up his love's body. Crix loved them they were a permanent memorial to the love Toby and Crix had for one another but he knew Toby didn't, they seemed to cause his love immeasurable pain. His poor Toby.

Then Toby set about Undressing Crix. Dressing and undressing Crix was one of the only tasks Toby was still allowed to do, mainly because Crix wanted Toby as close as possible for as long as possible and it Crix had no desire to dress himself and he doubted any other slave would make dressing as enjoyable as Toby did. Crix was lovingly swaddled in his robe and a kiss was pressed onto his cheek. His Toby was too good to him. He rolled over to watch Toby padding into the bathroom one thought flooding his head 'Dat a ...' and then he swiftly followed. At loathe to be without his Toby any longer than a few seconds.

He climbed into the bath shortly after Toby cuddling against his side and laying his head onto Toby's chest to listen to his heart beat. The gentle noise never failing to soothe him, indeed it was his prefered way to fall asleep snuggled in his Darlin's arms the sot thud driving all other thoughts from his brain. The bath was a perfect temperature and his T's presence just improved matters. He continued just to wordless hug against Toby's side for about a minute before he sat up, couldn't go falling asleep just yet, and took both of Toby's hands in his . Making a show of softly kissing and massaging them, whilst he inspected the palms for signs Toby had been toiling. If Crix didn't find any then Toby would have earnt himself a head massage, Toby always seemed to love those.

[member="Toby Meriet"]

 

[Lief]

Toby loved the feeling of his master pressed up against his chest in repose. It was about bloody time that Crix was made the King of Isis, for the red-haired slaver was as regal and stately as a nobleman, at least in Toby's adoring eyes. His lover kissed and massaged his hands, then looked them over, inspecting them for marks. Toby was as nervous as a jumpy stallion without his Crix around, and sometimes he did things that his master didn't approve of, like grunt work. He wasn't supposed to do things reserved for the usual stock, but having been a slave since boyhood, the subservience was ingrained in him, as was the almost obsessive-compulsive need for a very clean space. It was a combination that spurned him to inexplicably clean floors when he got nervous.

To calm himself down while Crix was with Thais, Toby had taken a scrub brush and pail and had gone to town on any and every floor in his sight. On hands and knees he'd crawled, cleaning the floors within an inch of their lives. As a result, there were innumerable calluses evident on the tips of his strong fingers. He figured that they would earn him a scowl or a look, but he planned to make it up to his love in any way he could.

As Crix continued to stare at his hands, Toby reached for a jar of peppermint bath salts and spread the mixture on his hands. He began to give his love a decadent back massage, deftly working at the kernels of stress in Crix's muscles, and using the salts to exfoliate his skin. He did love to pamper his master.

[member="Crix Meriet"]