The Master [MxMxM+]

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     The sound of shuffling feet woke Pierre up. The footsteps padded across the floor, going left, right, and repeat. They stopped altogether when he stirred awake.

His eyes were still half closed, groggy from sleep, but he made out the long legs at the foot of the bed. The Master looked deep in thought when their gazes finally met after Pierre turned to his side. He was dressed very formally, regardless of his sleeves rolled up. What time did he wake up to be this well put together so early?

"You're awake," his deep voice said. "Good." The Master searched his face for God knows what.

"Bonjour to you too," said Pierre, irritated in the slightest. He hugged the covers tighter, trying to sit up. That's when he felt the first sort of discomfort.

"Ah!" Pierre yelped softly, and in two strides the Master was by his side.

He took Pierre's hand in his. "Can you get up?" He tugged Pierre's hand but he snatched it back immediately, away from the Master's grip.

His jaw ticked. Patience already wearing thin.

Pierre wasn't stupid. The magic of the night before had obviously vanished. For just one night, Pierre had been able to experience what he'd always wanted to, and with someone who was obviously so out of his league. It was too good to be true.

Getting up right now just put a solid air around everything that transpired. The Master would see his disgusting body and look at him with regret, pity or worse.

If he wanted him out the room, he'd go. But he didn't want his eyes fixed on him as he made his escape. "Just give me a few minutes alone and I'll be gone, everything's alright." He faked a smile.

The mattress disappeared from underneath Pierre and in an instant he was in the Master's arms up against his chest. He was stunned at the strength, carrying him like he weighed nothing. His hands automatically fastened onto his neck.

Pierre was shocked to find out that they weren't moving towards the door, but the bathroom instead.

Once inside, the Master set him down. "Do you want to take a quick shower?" Pierre nodded despite knowing that it didn't really matter what he answered. "Five minutes," he added and got out.

The water was welcome as the spray hit him. Running through every patch of skin the Master had touched the night before. The memory was surreal, he still felt him everywhere.

Pierre got out to find the Master standing and waiting for him, watching the door. There was no expression on his face, only acknowledgement that Pierre was done.

He immediately got back in. "Let me just grab a towel first," Pierre quickly picked one and tried to wrap himself with it.

The Master sighed, opening the door the rest of the way and stepping before him. He took one end of the towel in his hand and threw it back on the rack before Pierre could finish wrapping himself. "There's no need for that."

Naked as the day he was born, Pierre was lifted once more and taken to the biggest bath he'd ever seen. The outside was encrusted in what looked like cut gemstones contrary to the inside, which looked smoother than a mirror.

The Master slowly lowered Pierre and dipped his feet into the water, getting only his toes in while the man's hands fastened around his neck. "Too hot?"

It was hot, but not that hot, just almost warm.
Pierre wanted nothing more than to get in. He shook his head.

"Good," said the Master. He lowered Pierre gently into the water, his cheeks tinged in embarrassment.