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(Content warning)

Harper awoke later that evening to the sound of the key being turned in the door. He had found his way beneath the bed and was thankful that Arthur's maids were quite thorough. There was not a speck of dust beneath the large bed, allowing him to relax enough to actually drift off for a while. 

The sound of two pairs of boots stepping inside made his heart jerk in his chest. One set slowly made its way toward the room he was in while the owner of the other remained to shut and lock the door before following after the other. 

When the two lords realized that he wasn't in bed, Harper watched their boots hurry to the washroom. They stopped there for a moment, then slowly turned until both sets of boots were facing the bed. 

I suppose this hiding place was a bit obvious... but I didn't exactly have many options. 

"Harper. You have to the count of five to come out here." Arthur stated, no doubt crossing his arms and glaring down toward the bed as he spoke. 

Harper remained silent as Rule got himself situated on the floor, then leaned over to look under the bed with a small candle-holder lit in his left hand. 

"Best do as he says, or your punishment could get worse." He warned, drawing a nervous frown from Harper. 

Too bad you're a servant, and they can definitely get punished. 

He still didn't want to be. He was old enough to make his own decisions... even if they had been horrible ones. 

"You can't punish me, my foots already broken. That would be really mean..." He mumbled as Arthur sighed, then began to count slowly. 

Rule chuckled as Arthur got down on the floor beside him, crossing his legs and leaning back on his arms. 

"You might just like this punishment." Rule said as Arthur got to the count of three. 

Not wanting to find out what could possibly be worse than what was already in store for him, Harper hesitantly crawled out from under the bed enough so that Rule could lean forward and help him the rest of the way out. 

"Good boy." He said right as Kite sauntered into the room and grumbled, drawing their attention to where he sat down by the doorway. 

"Not you. You don't want to see this... it might scar you. Out you go." Rule said, nodding behind the dog, hoping it would get the idea and leave. 

Kite gave him an uninterested look, then turned his eyes to Arthur. The man grinned, but then gestured for the dog to go back to the other room. When Kite left, Arthur got up and shut the door, then immediately turned and stripped his coat and shirt off. 

Harper's eyes widened before he turned away, only to have his chin gently lifted by Rule until his eyes were meeting his. "What are you worried about, Harper?" He asked as he tilted Harper's chin until he was forced to watch Arthur approach, then sit back down next to them. 

He wasn't sure why, but he couldn't help looking the man up and down. An odd feeling came with the observation, but Harper just pushed it aside and hurried to glance away. 

"You're adorable, but I think it's about time to enlighten you on a few things." Arthur said as he leaned in and claimed Harper's lips. 

Rule refused to release his jaw, so Harper was forced to wait until Arthur had thoroughly enjoyed himself before he was finally allowed to take a decent breath. 

"Breathe through your nose." Arthur stated before leaning right back in and covering Harper's mouth with his own. 

It took him another try before he was able to do what he was told. It was tricky, especially when Arthur nudged his tongue between his lips and began intruding his mouth. Honestly, he didn't like that, at all.