From Crystalline To Crystal [Meriet]

[Lief]

The light bit at her eyes all at once, a glare which reminded her of home. Ice was crystalline, it refracted the light and amplified it which made a world like Midvinter appear ethereal and almost warm despite the frigid temperatures.

Théa shied back.

This was not home. It was not snow and ice which produced such an unkindly effect on her eyes, but crystals. As far as the eye could see. Where was she? Where had they brought her?

Time stood still; she could not recall how long it had been since her family had made their way across the Galaxy in search of a cure for her Mother. She did not know how long it had been since the Minotaur had snatched her from the spaceport and brought her to the Witch.

They were gone now. The both of them. Abandoned by her own kidnappers... Was Mother still alive? Was Papa there with her, or was he trying to find his child?

Théa did not know.

There was no way for her to know.

They had taken her the moment that the Primeval Capital fell; not the scary Witch or the frightful man, but others. Slavers. They had swept upon the Palace, taking all that they could... And she happened to be among those possessions.

Thrashing and resisting had done nothing to help; if anything it had caused more grief for the girl in the long run. It hadn't changed a thing, she was still stuck with them in the end.

They told her nothing. They said nothing. They simply bundled her away and locked her in a storage hold for weeks on end. Only ever appearing to give her food, water, then leave.

Thankfully that had come to an end. It had been trying, isolating, humiliating, but it was over. Or was it?

The sight which beheld her now made the girl frightened, but the men would have none of it. They dragged her out by her arms, and once her feet were firmly planted on the ground they scragged her by the neck. It was similar to the way that Asterion had held her back on Bastion to keep her from fleeing.

"That's a good girl" the one who held her said, with a leer, when she gave up her attempts at fighting, realizing it was futile. "You're gonna make us Lords or summin'... I hear this one likes his slaves; just keep that trap of yours shut."

Then he marched her forward, toward the Palace that made Théa's head spin just to look upon it. She was brought through the entrance and into the main foyer, everything around her glistened. It was quite offputting. She didn't want to be here.

[member='Crix Meriet'] [member='Toby']

 

[Crix Meriet]

Crix found he received gifts on a regular basis now. It was a wonder what a crown did for one's social circle, men and women who would at one time refuse to even give him the time of day now fell at his feet to kiss his boots and beg his favour. He had received more gifts in the past week than he had received for any of his birthdays. Most of it was useless tat but sometimes Toby found somthing he liked so that made up for it. His new rise had been good for his darlin' Toby too. He finally got the respect he deserved, no more rags and chains for his sweet T now. Of course Toby was still sort of a slave, he still did most anything he was told and he still had a few chores each day: Dressing and undressing Crix (Damn fiddly buttons), running crix a bath each night and pampering Crix when he got stressed out or his crown grew heavy(which was most every night). Beyond those 'chores' Toby was de facto King consort and had all the perks that entailed.

The early afternoon sun cast a spectrum of light over the ceiling of the bedroom. Crix usually hated the crystals but even he was charmed by the beauty of the rainbow they cast over the roof. He smiled and turned his head to nuzzle Toby's neck. He was wrapped up warm in bed with his Toby, dozing slightly as the 'slave' doted on him, It had been a long week but finally Crix and Toby had time to relax, just the two of them. It was all so perfect, crix knew they'd have to get up at some point but he hoped to put that off for as long as possible ... alas time waits for no man , not even kings.

a quick succession of Thuds on the door ripped crix from his state of relaxation.

He was not pleased he gave an angry growl and sat up "What?"

"The slavers sirs , ones that wanted your favour ... titles and stuff ... they're here" came the response. Crix rolled his eyes , this had better be damn good

"Fine , leave them stood in the foyer , I'll be down in a moment" He sighed then he turned with a shrug to Toby "I suppose we ought to go down to see them sweetheart"

Then with a soft kiss to Toby's cheek he got up "I'll talk to them in my Pajamas you can dress me when we finish" . he put his own robe on then wrapped Toby in his. Finally setting the crown of Isis on his head he left the sanctuary of his bedroom to head downstairs.

He was not impressed by what he saw. Not only had these 'slavers' brought him a child they had brought him a filthy child.

what the feth was he supposed to do with that? Children were useless to him and this one smelled as if it had been sat in it's own filth for months.

"Am I supposed to be impressed by this?" he hissed looking at both his petitioners in turn with a glare from his place on the stairs "If your master thinks my favour can be bought with a girl pulled from a dung heap they are mistaken ... infact I am insulted by this 'offering" He turned his back to go return to bed "Take the girl and flog those fools ... "

"Next time bring me somthing worth my time "


[member="Théa Windrage"] [member="Toby"]

 

[Lief]

Peace and serenity... He wondered how it was that Jedi did not see intimacy in this light. Why it was that they forbade it. There was no greater, more tranquil feeling than laying beside the one you cherished.

Things may have changed, but Toby had not. Whether Crix was Pauper or King he would devote himself to his Master, to his lover, to the light of his life. If anything, this change meant that Crix was often taken from their bed too often. Something Toby did not appreciate, but he did understand all the same.

Toby lifted a hand and ran it through his beloved's hair as he turned his head into his neck. The slave smiled, and settled his cheek against Crix's head. I love you, I love you...

Somedays Toby resented the lack of a voice more so than others. He wished that he could speak to his beloved the way he used to, hum him to sleep, tell him fantastical stories, soothe him. But there was a hold over him, by Mister Meriet, that lasted even through the void of space.

The looming threat of death should even one solitary word leave him.

He did not care about his own life, but Crix? Crix was all that kept him going. All that kept him alive.

Several bangs at the door broke the wonderful spell set by the crystal ceiling, by the feel of Crix nestled against him. He wanted to tell them to go away, to let them be for once, but he couldn't.

Instead, Toby obediently rose from the bed and allowed himself to be swaddled up in one of Crix's robes. He loved the feel of Crix's lips on his cheek, so much so that - quite out of character - Toby grasped his Master's chin and tipped his head toward his, lovingly settling a kiss upon his lips.

Then, begrudgingly, he made his way downstairs.

Toby's eyes did not settle upon the Slavers even once. The moment he saw the girl stood there he felt torn. He could hear Crix's displeasure, feel the rage beneath his skin, yet for the first time Toby did not mimic his Master's sentiments.

He did not see a Slave. He did not see a useless piece of trash to be cast aside.

All he saw was a child, innocent and out of place.

Clearly someone had not bothered to care for her. That was no fault of her own, she was young, what could she have done to better this situation? The Slavers were at fault, not she.

So it was that when Crix turned to leave, Toby did something unexpected. He took several hesitant steps forward before fully descending the steps toward the girl. His eyes lifted to the Slavers with an almost barbaric glare; he wanted far worse than flogging for them, who did such a thing to a child? Even Crix did not keep children as slaves, though Toby knew it was not for moral reasons.

It was not his place to decide their fate. But hers?

Toby would not allow her to go through further hell. Instead he stopped before the girl, who was in dire need of some sort of pampering... A bath at the very least... and knelt down to be of height. Sort of. He still towered over her, but it was the best he could do.

The girl wasn't looking at anyone, in fact she made it seem as if the floor was very, very interesting the way she stared at it. How must it feel to know that even as a gift she had been rejected? Even as something nobody had to pay for?

His hand reached out, tipping up her chin ever so slightly so that she would look at him and staring intently into her eyes. There was something there that spoke of more than just a slave. More than just a lost child.

He was defying his beloved. He was defying his Master, his King...

But he couldn't help himself.

[member="Théa Windrage"] [member="Crix Meriet"]

 

[Crix Meriet]

Crix stopped in his tracks as he felt Toby's hand drop from his. why had Toby let go? was he ok ? His head had swam with so many possibilities then he'd heard the soft padding of Toby's feet only they were moving away from him. Crix turned then to watch T. Had his love finally had enough of him ? decided that he could do better than a man who sneered at little girls. His heart sank with each step T took, had the loving kiss his Darlin' had honoured him with been a kiss goodbye. The kiss had taken the strength of his knees ... and now toby's steps were taking the breath from his lungs.

Only then the 'slave' stopped.

"T?" He had whimpered

Crix smiled despite himself. relief washing over him as his Toby knelt down before the girl. His Toby wasn't leaving ... crix felt stupid for having even thought it now, Toby loved him. Of course Toby loved him, his T would never forsake him. Toby was just comforting the girl, His sweet darling and his warm heart. He put crix to shame.

Crix began to descend the stairs too "I have changed my mind about the girl leave her here, take the slavers away though and send them back to their master well marked, they can tell him to send me a proper gift next time"

The slavers were led away , well dragged really, kicking and protesting. Crix paid them no mind settling himself behind Toby, the girl still stank after all , and gently stroking his man's shoulders.

It would be an odd sight to see a king on his knees but Crix was not a conventional king and he needed to touch Toby, to be on his level. Just to reassure himself that Toby was still here. That his sweetheart was still at his side alive and safe and happy. They had suffered to be where they were and most mornings crix woke from nightmares where he was alone with no sight of his Toby or worse where he was forced to watch Toby dead or in pain. He found that the only thing that could soothe his fear was near constant contact with Toby. To reassure himself that this was real life and all the memories and nightmares were locked in his mind.

"She's not going anywhere then I take it Darlin' ?" He whispered with a smile against Toby's ear. He didn't need an answer Toby wouldn't have paid the girl any mind if he hadn't taken a likening to her. Crix had after all ordered her removed. This was one of the reasons Crix loved Toby, Toby forced him to be a better man. Helped him clutch to the last shred of innocence he'd had left when his father had finished pummeling him.

"Very well my love" he chuckled, still massaging Toby's shoulders. Crix couldn't deny his T anything, it was a good job Toby was a man of relatively simple tastes because crix would bankrupt Isis without a secound thought is Toby desired it. "I want her bathed first though"

Crix wasn't going to suffer the unpleasant invasion of his well crafted sanctuary any further. Crix had abandoned his plans to go straight back to bed now ... it seemed they would be cleaning up a little girl. He would follow Toby's lead, anything to make his baby happy.

He only hoped this girl was housetrained.

[member="Toby"]

 

[Lief]

Théa had tried to be strong. Her head was lifted as she was dragged into the hall. She kept it high as they halted her and held her in place while they waited to be seen. Someone passed through, and informed the Slavers that the King would be with them shortly.

King?

Her resolve began to crumble. Gaze drifted down, shoulders hunched. The men did not care. Nor did they care for the state that she was in. That wasn't their problem.

She tried to step back, to shy away, but a firm hand pressed against her and kept her rooted in place. Théa did not like it. She did not want to be here. She wanted to be back home, with her parents. With her Gods and her people. She could not feel them here, the Old Gods, not even her beloved Huntress.

It was isolating, despite the fact that she was not alone.

Torturous.

"Please..." she whispered, "I want to go home."

The Slaver was about to raise his hand when footsteps echoed through the hall, and the King approached. His voice boomed, though it was distant enough to suggest he had stayed far from the Slavers. Oncemore the girl shied back, trying to make herself feel small.

They were all dismissed, unwanted, infact from the sounds of it they were in quite some trouble. Yet again Théa was rejected. First her Kidnapper, now her would-be Master. Nobody wanted her.

But there were eyes on her, she could feel them. And a soft pair of feet neared her.

Without warning her chin was tipped up and the girl found herself staring into the soft eyes of another. Nothing was said, the man simply stared. He seemed curious, though there was residual anger which made his brow tense and furrowed. He was displeased.

Of course he was displeased.

The men were dragged off, even as the King's commands were changed. But the man who held her chin did not say those commands, he was not the King. So if not he, then who?

An answer came in the form of another, who stood overlooking the pair. His were harsher eyes, and Théa felt utterly scrutinized and unwanted. Begrudgingly, though, he seemed to relent on the idea of sending her away.

The girl said absolutely nothing at this point. She could barely breathe.

She didn't want to be here. She didn't want to be a slave.

She wanted to go home.

[member='Toby'] [member='Crix Meriet']

 

[Lief]

He could feel Crix's pain, though he could not bring himself to move away from the girl in order to console him. Doing so might put her in danger. Doing so may have a Guard presume he could simply cart her away. Well they couldn't. He wouldn't allow it.

Much to his surprise, Crix changed his mind. He heard his beloved approach, and felt him kneel behind him - his lips moving against his ear. Naturally Toby did not respond. He couldn't. But he did not have to, because Crix understood him better than anyone else in the Galaxy.

Toby loved the feeling of Crix against him. His eyes closed for a second as he settled against his touch and sighed. Then he rose up, and offered a hand to the girl. Nothing was said. The little girl seemed nervous, she seemed tentative and rather unwilling, but she took his hand all the same and allowed him to help her to her feet.

He didn't care if she was dirty. He didn't care if her smell was unpleasant. That was just the surface. That was due to bad caring, not a bad girl.

Turning to his beloved, Toby took his free hand and trailed it against his cheek in reassurance. Then he smiled, and took his hand. He did not care who saw it, his infatuation with Crix was well known by this point. And his beloved needed to know he was still at the forefront of his mind.

Up the stairs they went together, though the girl provided a little resistance. She tried to tug free from his grasp, but for all his delicate tenderness Toby was a surprisingly strong man. His gaze fell down to hers, she appeared fearful and distressed. He wished that he could soothe her, let her know that everything would be okay, but he couldn't.

He had been forbidden to speak in Crix's presence, but he hadn't spoken a word since that day. To anybody.

Out of nowhere, half way up the stairs, Toby had hoisted the girl from the floor and into his arms. He did not care how it looked. He did not care what she thought of it, or even what his Master thought of it. She needed to be calmed.

He didn't presume to use their Bathroom, so instead he carried her to one of the guest rooms with Crix close at hand. He was more than used to bathing his Master, but a little girl? That was out of his comfort zone. Instead he poured a bath, after settling the girl down and closing the bathroom door, and then gestured to the tub.

Toby himself turned around and walked back to the door, gesturing to a passing serving girl. She would have to do this duty. It would be improper to expect he or Crix to, given the girl's age.

Then he took his beloved's hand, and tugged him out into the hallway. Eyes fell over Crix, before he looked down to his feet and dropped to his knees. He felt bad for having acted against Crix down in the main foyer. That was not his place.

[member="Crix Meriet"]

 

[Crix Meriet]

Crix beamed at Toby's sigh, the slaver for all his cruelty loved to make Toby feel good and he knew how toby felt it was his place to bear all the weight of the galaxy on Crix's behalf. That often left his Darlin' stressed, he never let on but Crix knew and he knew that trying too hard to lay affection on Toby would just stress the man out more so Crix did it's best to sneak it in either with subtle ministrations during hugs like this one or by finding an excuse to pamper Toby. head massages while he lathered shampoo on toby's head at bathtime , foot rubs when Toy had been on his feet all day, a back massage after Toby had carried Crix as he did sometimes.

It was always quid pro quo though, for every minute of relaxation Crix gave to Toby he got ten in return but that was the way it had always been and that suited crix. Just s long as he soothed Toby enough to make his darlin' feel loved.

Crix had been slightly vexed as Toby took the little girl's hand. He hated not being the centre of T's world, he was after all underneath all the cruelty and rage just a little boy who'd never really grown up, he had been thrust from infancy to adulthood with no real childhood to speak of and it had broken him. He was still a needy little boy trapped in a mans body

He had not been forgotten though as Toby turned with a smile, a hand grazing his cheek. before traveling down to grip his own. Threading their fingers back together, Crix was complete again now. Even if there was an extra bit of unpleasantness hanging on as well. Crix didn't like sharing.

Then they turned back to the stairs. Crix paid no attention to the girl as they walked. she was beyond worthless. But he could feel Toby's attention keep returning to the girl, it was slightly endearing how much Toby cared for the little girl. His T was was so sweet.

Then about halfway up the stairs Toby had pulled the girl into his arms. Crix had scowled a little but didn't move away. He supposed the girl had the potential to be less vile when she was clean.

He was glad when Toby did not think to clean the girl in their bathroom. Crix would have put a stop to that idea if he had, Crix and Toby were the only ones who got to use the bath in the royal suite now that he'd dispatched thais. Instead he followed Toby as he carried the girl down the hallway into one of the palaces many guest rooms.

silently watching as Toby ran a bath for the girl before ushering a serving girl in. Yes washing the girl was best left to one of her own kind Crix and Toby were above washing slaves. "Make sure the girl is thoroughly cleaned , make sure she's presentable" he had ordered before Toby finally took his hand again and led him out of the refresher.

Once they were out of the guest room Toby had cast his eyes down to his feet and dropped to his knees. That told Crix that Toby felt he had been bad. Perhaps he had if he was judged on the standard of a slave, but crix didn't see Toby as a slave. He was jealous when the girl got affection but he didn't blame Toby. He didn't think Toby had done anything wrong but that was unimportant because Toby did and he'd beat himself up over it if Crix didn't grant him the closure of punishment. Crix had learnt the hard way that if he didn't punish Toby Toby would punish himself. Now for all his sweetness and compassion for others Toby could be horrifically brutal to himself and seemed to have little care for the long term suffering whatever barbaric thing he sentenced himself too might caus. So punishing Toby was a necessary evil for Crix. It made him sick but it was better than having to look at a broken Toby.

So crix stood still for a moment so T could kiss his hands and feet in a show of remorse. then after that moment he spoke

"How big a punishment do you need my love ?" He asked. They worked on a five stage system which T demonstrated on his fingers 1 finger for slight punishment, a telling off and maybe a tickling if T had been cheeky, mainly just joking chastisement. all the way up to level five which was a week in the dungeons with hard labour and daily beatings. Crix had never let Toby take anything more than a level three punishment and likly never would but it seemed to soothe toby to know there was a provision for punishing him if he was unthinkably bad.

Once his love had answered crix had reached out to stroke his love's head "I need to think about what I'm going to do, we can sort it tonight my love" he said then filed it away temporarily "For now I think we ought to go back to hide in the bedroom and you can get us dressed, the little girl might be awhile." then he offered a hand to help Toby back on to his feet and pulled him into a hug

"Let's go dearest" he cooed as they stepped apart again.

He walked hand in hand to their room then sat down on the bed whilst Toby went to pick out clothes for them both and collect all the things he may need to dote on Crix a as he saw fit. Crix would stand when Toby indicated for it. Dressing was Toby's domain so crix just let him control things.

 

[Lief]

A hand was offered to her, and Théa stared at it with wide eyes. Her face turned white, and for a moment her lower lip trembled. She wanted to go, she wanted to run, and this hand was the opposite of that. Would they contain her the moment she touched his hand? Was this all just some ploy to make her feel safe?

She did not know. And she did not want to find out. But one look from the man who owned the hand revealed a tenderness that could not be faked. Slowly her hand extended to his, and she found it enveloped almost immediately. The hold wasn't rough though.

Rising from where she'd been made to kneel, Théa dropped her gaze to the floor and followed after them; her hand remained locked in his even after she was upright, which didn't sit right with her. So it had been a ruse? Who knew where she was being led.

I want to go home. Please, let me go home... She couldn't speak. She wanted to but she couldn't. The words, instead, were trapped within her mind, lodged in her throat.

When they began to ascend the stairs, however, Théa's anxiety peaked. Without warning she tried to pull back, growling and fighting against him. She was going to speak, to demand that she be taken home, when her feet left the floor and she was hoisted into his arms.

That was different.

Unexpected.

She fell silent, but squirmed in his grasp, desperate to find some way out. But there was no chance. Even when they entered the bathroom, even when she was settled upon the ground, both men stood between her and the closed door. A tub was being filled, and Théa shied back out of the way. It looked so inviting, she longed to be clean again, but not with them here.

Thankfully they had other plans. A girl, quite a few years older than her, was ushered into the room and given instructions. Then both men were gone.

The girl finished filling up the bath and adding a mixture which caused the water to foam up, before turning to Théa. With a tut, and slight shake of her head, she muttered "You'll never do, looking like that, Miss," and stepped forward to usher the girl toward the tub.

Her hands were a little rough - but not intentionally so - as she removed the rags from Théa. There was no real care behind the actions, it was clear she was acting purely on command, which actually made the whole experience a little more comfortable. It felt less human.

Obediently - or more, out of a sheer desire to soak - Théa stepped into the tub and sank down into the suds. A genuine sigh escaped her lips, but also a slight whimper. The water was so hot, especially compared to how cold the ship had been, that she was all but scalded by it.

She did not even have to lift a finger.

The serving girl washed her hair, scrubbed her down, and then left her to soak. Presumably she was fetching clothes. This would've been the opportune moment to sneak out and find a way off the world, but she had heard a lock slide over the door and knew it would be futile. Best she savour this moment for now, and find a way out later.

[member='Toby'] [member='Crix Meriet']

 

[Lief]

Of course, Toby showered his Master with absolute affection despite being at his feet. He took one of his beloved's hands and rained kisses down on each finger, the palm, the back, before dipping down to kiss his feet. Well, slippers. But the intention was there.

Crix spoke then, asking him how he felt he needed to be punished.

How did he need to be punished? Toby had overstepped his mark. Not just infront of his beloved, but in front of his guards, his servants, the new child who was supposed to have been sent away... He had undermined him. It was perhaps the worst thing Toby had done in all the years of servitude.

That thought brought a whimper from his lips, and his head lowered in shame. His fingers twitched as he tried to consider which was right. He knew by now - though he never showed - that Crix would not accept the most severe punishments. If Toby felt he deserved a 5, he knew Crix would find some way to make sure it wasn't so bad.

So he went for a medium. It wasn't what he felt he deserved, but it was as much as he figured Crix would permit. Holding up three fingers, without lifting his gaze, Toby resigned himself to whatever fate lay in store.

All at once Crix's hand was against his head, in his hair, and Toby could not help but sigh in contentment. His eyes closed as he cherished the moment, before Crix instructed him to return to their room to dress.

He was not going to disobey his Master any more. So it was that he accepted the hand, rose to his feet, and found himself lost in his beloved's embrace. He nuzzled his face down against the top of his Master's head, being quite taller, and held him close.

I love you...

He'd kill to say those three words aloud.

Entering their Master Suite, he allowed Crix a moment to himself while going to choose their clothes for the day. It was something Toby loved doing, he enjoyed pampering his beloved, especially because some things he was just so helpless at... Like dressing. It was adorable, truly it was.

Returning to the bed, Toby gave a cheeky little smile to Crix - having shelved the thoughts of punishment until later - and leaned in to kiss the man's forehead; one hand settled to his cheek, and when he pulled back from the kiss his eyes bore into Crix's. He poured all of his love into that gaze, refusing to break it first. The clothes lay forgotten on the edge of the bed.

For now, Toby was far more focused on removing those robes. After all, they could hardly wear both sets of clothes!

Deft fingers undid the fabric, and slowly Toby backed up and trailed his hands down to remove his Master's slippers. For a second his lips fell upon the tops of his feet, with a coy smile, fingers beginning to massage out the aches and pains from the underside.

What did he do to deserve such a Master? Such a Lover? Such a Soulmate?

[member="Crix Meriet"]

 

[Crix Meriet]

Crix enjoyed Toby's gentle kisses trying to forget that it was remorse which charged them. His eyes closed as Toby layered hundreds of kiss's over crix's hands seemingly trying to ensure that there was no patch on his hands which had not been kissed. Then he bowed down to kiss Crix's slippers. If every Crix had cause to doubt his T's obedience and devotion he would need only remember this moment and all doubt would be done away with.

Crix wasn't really annoyed by Toby's defiance. Crix wasn't truly annoyed at all, he had been hurt when Toby let go of his hand to dote on the girl but even that only deserved teasing and maybe a pout or two. However Toby was hyper critical of himself and was forever putting himself down so what was a 1 to crix was a 5 to Toby. thus the three was a compromise for them both Crix thought it was far too harsh and toby that it was far too gentle.

Of course the tentative hand raise had still sparked a sad frown from Crix he hated punishing his T, his poor baby had suffered enough in his life.

The contented murmurs from Toby had softened the sting of his earlier whimper though. Crix knew that Toby loved having his head petted and it seemed the best way to stop his love focusing on how 'bad' he'd been. Crix spent a few moments carding his hand through his slaves lovely soft hair fingertips grazing over his love's scalp until he was sure his love was soothed. Then it had been time to get Toby up off his knees.

Crix couldn't resist the chance for a cuddle before they went to dress though. What a cuddle it was Crix was enveloped in warmth as Toby snuggled him close his head lay on Crix's.

Crix heard the words Toby long to say, though he was mute the slaves actions said all the words he needed.

They had cuddled for several blissful moments before crix had taken Toby's hand to lead him to the bedroom.

From his seat on the bed Crix had watched Toby ln the wardrobe leafing through the ordered lines of clothes. They , meaning crix, had aimed to ensure that the wardrobe was half crix's and half Toby's but in truth it was more like 75 to 25. Crix just had more clothes ... it was not his fault.

Then Toby had returned with the most adorable grin on his face, this was probably Toby's favourite of the day's tasks ... besides bathtime of course. Crix loved it too it was the only time Toby ever took charge without feeling guilty. so Crix could just relax as his love did all the work.

A kiss was Pressed to Crix's forehead and he smiled back at Toby. A smile that turned into a titter , then a giggle , then a laugh until Crix had to look down laying his head in Toby's hand. He loved his sweetheart so much "By the Core Toby I love you so very much" he gushed as Toby set about removing Crix's robe.

Then his attentive love trailed his hands down the fabric of Crix's Pj pants to carefully ease Crix's slippers off his feet, pressing soothing kisses to the bared flesh with a grin which promised so much. Then Toby had moved on to massage Crix's feet earning the slave a groan of pleasure as soft fingers pressed into aching flesh, smothering the nagging pains away with practiced skill. Crix loved Toby's foot rubs they were his favourite form of pampering, especially at the end of a stressful day .Though this one seemed to be a little more, a silent promise from Toby to ensure that the day to come was as relaxing as possible for Crix, in stark contrast to the hectic week that had come before.

"Darlin' your foot rubs are manna from heaven" He sighed, His T was just perfect

Slowly Toby's hands and lips had trailed up from his feet and along his legs and Crix had been compelled to close his eyes as his spine started tingling.

It had been quite somthing.

Finally Crix reopened his eyes and sat up again , feeling slightly worn out but most definitely satisfied.

"Toby dearest ... we were supposed to be getting dressed and we are both still in our Pj's" he smirked sticking a teasing tongue out at Toby and putting his feet back into Toby's lap "Now whilst that was glorious ... hurry up I'm getting cold"

 

[Lief]

Hurry up I'm getting cold.

Toby pouted, seeing through that lie immediately yet not having the voice to say as much. He could see the thin sheen of sweat beading upon his lover's brow, watched as his chest rose and fell a little too quickly to be normal. Cold, indeed!

Still, the Master got what the Master wanted. Right now that just happened to be clothes. Reaching out, Toby took up a towel and patted Crix down before gesturing for him to sit upright. He longed to settle yet another kiss upon his beloved, but that would only prolong the inevitable and there was no doubt in his mind that the young girl would be finished soon.

He didn't trust anyone in the Palace with her, not yet.

So it was that Toby adorned his sweetheart with all the finery he deserved; he took his time, ever attentive to the smaller details in his beloved's outfit, stealing the occasional kiss where possible, until Crix was King-Incarnate. Nay, God.

Crix would always be such in his eyes, Planet or not Planet.

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[Crix Meriet]

Crix chuckled as Toby pouted and ran a hand over his Toby's jaw and strumming over his jutted bottom lip with his thumb. "No not the pouty face" he teased with a look of mock fear. Crix wondered what his darling T was pouting about, perhaps he was put out that crix didn't reciprocate but well there would be time for that later once he'd punished Toby ... he wasn't looking forward to doing that, toby didn't deserve punishment.

Still, what the Toby wanted the Toby got. Crix settled back as Toby toweled away the sweat from their little distraction ... cheeky Toby delaying them in such a glorious fashion "Toby my darling you are utterly perfect" he murmured "My perfect good boy " when Toby gestured for him to sit upright Crix sat up immediately Toby was the boss when it came to dressing and he ruled the dressing room with an iron fist. Boy Toby could sulk when he wanted to.

Ofcourse that suited Crix just fine he hated dressing, all those fiddly buttons and when Toby was dressing him he got kisses and teasing touches between items.

As Toby dressed him crix just allowed himself to be manipulated, sneaking in kisses and cheeky squeezes and caresses where possible and always with a cheeky smile so Toby didn't pout at him again. Crix was very weak to the pouty face. Dressing took a while, as it always did, Crix liked it to be slow it was the only time he could guarantee he would not be disturbed .

"Wonderful T" Crix smiled as Toby slid the last ring onto his finger. beginning to massage his hand as he did, it felt divine. Not that it was a surprise everything Toby did was divine. when they were done he let Toby keep hold of his hand as a comfort, Toby would probably need to mull over Crix's next question. "And what of you my love? are you beginning your punishment now or are we to carry it out later" Crix hoped for later, a century later would be nice "fetch what you want to wear for me Toby your 'bad box' is on top of the wardrobe if you want to start punishment now , if not get somthing nice and comfy" If he wasn't going to be punishing Toby he would be pampering him. He wanted to show his baby boy how appreciated he was ... Toby seemed on edge since the girl arrived.

[member="Toby"]