The Master [MxMxM+]

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Mason looked at the Master contemplating whether he was comfortable with the idea or not.

He'd asked him to go to a gala, apparently one that involved very many rich people. He didn't say that bit of it but it was a little obvious. He'd never been to a gala before.

When he was younger, they used to have family dinners and casual parties where many people came; relatives to be precise. Nothing as big and as fancy as a gala. And looking at the Master, everyone was going to be rich or something like that.

"You'll come with me," he had said.

Mason might have looked hesitant when he said it because then he added, "I'm not forcing you, if you would like to protect your privacy then we'll end this discussion right here."

"Nice way to ask someone out on a date," Mason said instead.

"It's not a date," the Master said firmly.

"But you want me to come with you... and spend all my time with you."

"I do," the Master said. He was looking at Mason like he knew the argument would go no where.

"And I'm going to say yes, so it's a date," the man insisted.

"It's not a date," the Master said again. Mason ignored it like he didn't hear that bit of it.

"I'll try my best on this date but I don't think I'm cut out for it," it seemed like the Master wasn't expecting him to say anything like that. "The last last date I went for didn't turn out well. Or several others for that matter."

The Master shouldn't even be interested in what he was saying. So why did he say it, what did he want from him? "What? Your date had bad breath?"

"I wish he had a flaw," Mason laughed. "He was perfect. He just left me there. Told me I wasn't worth it, got up and walked away."

The Master did not reply him immediately. "Why did you tell me?" He asked him. His voice carried no emotion whatsoever.

"Forget it," said Mason. "What should I wear?" He asked.

"Whatever you want," the answer was immediate. "If you need anything then I'll get it for you."

"Yep. Definitely a date," said Mason before walking out of the room.

He couldn't deny that the Master grew more and more confusing by the day. And he was trying so hard to understand the type of man he was.

Leave it. His properly working brain told him constantly.

He didn't listen to it. People never did, and then they questioned why everything hurt in the end.

Mason was having these thoughts, trying to make his way to his room, he bumped into Zel. "Ow!" Zel rubbed his nose from where he had landed on the floor.

"Are you okay sunshine?" Mason asked helping him up. A worried look plastered on his face. "I'm sorry."

"I'm okay. Daddy told me to stop running around all the time but I still am, it's my fault."

"You should probably take that advice."

Zel righted his clothes. Then his hair; it couldn't really be righted as it was out of control constantly. Mason felt the urge to do it for him.

"You're being careful right?" He asked. He wasn't referring to this current situation in particular.

"Yeah, I really am." The ball of energy replied, almost like he thought Mason wouldn't really believe him.