The Master [MxMxM+]

08

Alexander couldn't help but study Pierre's behavior more intensely on the sixth night. Pierre's behavior was a bit peculiar, a little exceptional that it needed extra attention.

     He understood being shy but the French man was clearly conflicted by something that ran deeper. He never got personal with competitors, he wasn't that bored. There was no interest whatsoever in their trivial matters.

     He noticed the way Pierre avoided his eyes. There weren't really many people who could hold his gaze and look him directly in the eye for a long time but Pierre went out of his way to avoid looking anywhere near his face.

     A constant blush was evident on his features throughout the entire ordeal. In all sense of the matter, he acted like he was in an interrogation.

     "Do I scare you?" the Master asked and Pierre shrunk further. As if his voice was a grenade, limited only to a pin and waiting to explode.

     "N-not necessarily," he replied in a thick French accent, words laced in uncertainty with the littlest undertones of fear.

     "Hmm..." said the Master. He noticed that Pierre was snuffing the life out of the pillow in his hand. For some reason the intensity of the situation had just doubled for the other man, just because he'd spoken a few words.

     The Master cocked his head. "Why did you sign that paper? You clearly don't want to be here."

     He didn't need an affirmation that his words were true, he knew they were. Pierre's body language screamed it all out.

     "I don't know," he replied.

      "Nice try," he said and ran a finger down the man's stiff back. "I'm not one to lie to, it's pointless because sooner or later, I find out everything."

      Almost nothing escaped the Master's eye. Ever. He noticed everything. Little quirks and tiny body movements nobody thought were important, but in actual sense, told way more about a person.

      He could tell a lot about a person just by analyzing the little reactions they made to things he said. Body language could be very telling. The movement of a finger, the quickening of a breath, a slight withdrawal of a hand or a subtle aversion of a gaze. Every single thing was important. And now Pierre was giving out too much.

     "I- okay I- err..." he watched Pierre struggle to find the words. "A-alright I signed it for the money."

     "Really? The money, is that all?" The Master asked with what could almost pass as a scoff.

     "Oui," Pierre nodded, as if convincing himself of it only just now. "That is all."

      The Master got between the sheets next to Pierre, touching him seductively. His skin was soft under his touch as he squeezed the smoothness lightly.

     Pierre gasped, quite shocked at the onslaught. He still wouldn't turn his head to look at the Master even if he kept on pulling closer.

     A hand went over to tighten itself over Pierre's stomach, it was almost like they were spooning. He wanted to break away, move off the bed, anything but those hands touching him there.

     Seconds later, he felt a hot breath against the shell of his ear, then teeth grazed his lobe and he heard a word whispered in his ear. "Liar."

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'The Master has chosen you to spend the last night with'

'Do not take this lightly'

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When the message appeared on Noah's phone on the eighth night, he released a heavy breath, a little flattered. "A night with the Master, huh?" He read.