Slave for you - Narry

Chapter 2

To be quite honest, the small boy curled up in my arm chair looked more like a fallen angel than a sex toy. It was adorable really the way his cheeks were tinged a light pink and his face was completely relaxed and open. I bet his smile is beautiful. The lines by his eyes suggest they crinkle when he laughs and mustn't that be a beautiful sight to behold. The freckles smattering his nose and jawline were practically begging to be kissed one by one. Stop staring! I'm such a freak sometimes, I had come over with the intent to carry him to the bed but instead I've been carefully examining him for close to ten minutes. I couldn't help myself, he's just so beautiful. Finally I leant over and lifted his slight frame in my arms, easily stepping over the abandoned peels and cores of fruit he had devoured from the bowl. once I had laid him on the bed, his pretty pink lips puffed out in a content sigh. he subconsciously snuggled into the pillow as I drew the duvet up to his chin. He's so small, I thought, better keep him warm. Once I was satisfied that he was secure I began to clean up the room and make a bed for myself on the pullout couch. Life of luxury has its perks. I glanced tiredly once more at the boy in my bed before my eyes began to shut on their own will. My own little angel.

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Something hard was jabbing my side. I grunted and wiggled trying to make it stop. When the prodding came again I opened my eyes to find a shadow towering over me.

"Jesus!" I exclaimed, jumping up to find my latest purchase watching me with a scowl on his perfect face. "You shouldn't make faces like that, you'll get stuck that way." He simply rolled his eyes, sassy little thing. "So what's the matter then?" I asked wondering why he bothered to wake me, I'm surprised he didn't just make a run for it. Now his face turned pink and he looked down at his feet. I noticed he was doing some sort of weird dance. After a few seconds of raised eyebrows I figured it out. "Oh! You need the loo don't you?" He nodded so I got up and led him to the bathroom connected to my room. "Here you go, feel free to shower if you'd like, too. I'm sure the conditions you were living in before weren't exactly ideal so please use whatever you want. I'm right out here if you need me!" Please need me, I thought. He only nodded.

Once I had left the boy to it I decided to order up breakfast, not exactly feeling very social this morning. Martha, my maid servant who practically raised me, brought up the steaming food shortly with a smile that was permanently etched on her face.

"Here you are Master. I even threw in a little more for your new friend." She added with a wink.

"Martha, what have we discussed?"

"Right, Harry." she chuckled. I smiled and thanked her, shooing her out the door.

Once I had set the food out on the table, a hefty plate for me and my company, I heard the bathroom door open. He stepped out, donning damp hair and face red from the heat of the shower. I grinned at him until I noticed he was wearing the same rags he had arrived in. "Oh angel! I'll get you some clothes to wear." He sneered at the pet name I had accidently slipped but decided to play off. "What? It's not like I know your name." He just shrugged, plopping down onto the couch and digging into the food in front of him.

I headed to my drawers and pulled out fresh boxers, sweats, and a t-shirt figuring he'd much rather be comfortable. Joining him back at the table I saw that he had finished his half of the meal and was twiddling his thumbs, throwing longing glances at my own plate. I smiled fondly at the boy, pushing it toward him. "Go on angel, help yourself." He looked at me then and his eyes flashed with fear for a moment, only to be replaced with suspicion. I gave him my best reassuring smile as he reached out and grabbed a piece of toast from my plate. He never broke eye contact with me as he brought it up to his mouth, taking a tentative bite. I simply sat down on the couch, leaning back with the pile of clothes on my knee. Satisfied with my reaction he continued happily to eat his fill. I couldn't help but watch him. There were crumbs on the corners of my mouth that I wanted to tease him about, leaning forward to lick up. Then place a kiss on his rosy cheek that were stuffed with French toast. Stop it! Stop it now! When he had finished he seemed to be rather embarrassed, sitting back with his hands folded and looking at the floor. "Are you sure you've had enough? I could ring Martha for some more." I said soothingly. He shook his head no. "Alright well here, I brought you some clothes to change into." Slowly, he reached out and took the garments from my hands. Once he had stood, he began to drop the rags from his pale body. Uh-Oh. "Hey! D-don't you want to change in the bathroom or something?" As badly as I wanted to see what was hidden under those tattered clothes, I was trying to be a good person. He looked at me like I was a freak of nature but shrugged his shoulders, walking over to the bathroom and shutting the door. I let out a breath, wondering what I had gotten myself in to.

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A while later we were sitting in comfortable silence. He had been looking through my book shelves for almost half an hour, pulling out different titles, reading the covers, and then placing them back. It was rather amusing. I was just watching him and the way his hands turned the pages when there was a knock at my door.

"Yes Martha?" I said after opening the door.

"Your father would like to see you." I sighed, what now?

"Okay I'm coming, let me just-"

"And he wants you to bring the new kid." I froze. what in the world could he possibly want with him. I need to stop freaking out, it's probably just for a check up or something to make sure the boy isn't diseased. Yeah, that's it.

"Alright come on angel. Tell me, have you ever met a king? Well if you ask me they're not all that great."

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"What?!" I cant believe this is happening.

"I just want to be sure you're putting my money to proper use. So tell me, what did you have the boy do for you last night? Hand job? Blow job? Or maybe you couldn't control yourself and just had to bend him over the-"

"STOP! I've heard enough!" I knew my father was a sick, selfish, pervert but the was ridiculous. My angel was standing a few feet away, red face turned to the floor. Whether it was from anger or embarrassment I couldn't tell. Maybe both.

"What's the matter Harry? He's nothing but a slave whose duty is to pleasure and serve you. So tell me what you two have been up to locked away in your room."

"We haven't done anything of the sort!"

"Why not? Is he disobedient? Shall I punish him?" My father was now angry and advancing toward the small boy who flinched and fell to the ground.

"No!" I yelled stepping in front of him "We haven't done that because he isn't just a slave, he's a human being who deserves to be treated with respect. I paid his ransom to save his life not use his body for my disposal. Now if you don't mind I'd like to take my servant up to my room to do as I please!" Without another word from my father I grabbed the boys hand and dragged him through the palace until I reached my quarters. Once the door was slammed shut I released him to sit on the bed as I tried to relax my breathing.

"Niall." An unfamiliar voice spoke into the air. It took me a moment to realize it was him, my angel was gifting me with a hallelujah chorus.

"What did you say?" I asked because I really wasn't sure, I was just in shock that he has actually spoken to me.

"Niall. My name is Niall."