Be My King (ON-HOLD)

Chapter Four

Godt let out little groans as he followed Bas out of his bedroom. He rolled his eyes when they stopped at the door right next to his. Just perfect, he thought to himself. Their rooms are right next to each other.

"What?" He uttered with clear annoyance when Bas turned to him and pointed his head to the door.

"Open it for me," Bas demanded with his face saying "duh" to the other. "I'm your precious patient here. Better start embedding that to your head."

Godt let out a sigh as he walked past him and held the knob before twisting it. He made sure to slam the door to convey how he disliked his 'job' the second he opened it and entered without bothering for his 'patient'. He mumbled, complaining as how Bas left his room in the first place or how he managed to empty his bags given his state.

"Just because I can doesn't mean I will do it. Now that you're here, I rather have you work your due," Bas said as he walked in.

"Work my due..." Godt laughed dryly. "Whatever that means. Now where's the bathroom? Let's get this over with. I need my shower too, you know."

Instead of answering, Bas walked his way towards the en suite bathroom. He sat in front of his vanity and waited for Godt to prepare his bath.

"Unbelievable," the doctor muttered as he entered the bathroom and found Bas sitting on a cushioned chair, seemingly looking like he was waiting for his servant to do his job.

Swallowing his pride, Godt rolled his shirt sleeves to his elbows before he turned the water on. "Hot or cold?"

"You turned it to hot and you're asking me?" Bas retorted with bored eyes. "You're a doctor, what do you think is best for me? Your patient?"

"Scalding hot would do," Godt replied sarcastically. He turned the dial to warm. As he looked back to the younger guy, Bas was grinning at him.

Once the bathtub was filled, Bas stood up from his seat and walked towards the doctor. "What now?" Godt asked.

"Undress me," Bas said flatly. "I can't soak with my clothes on now can I?"

"I'm not doing that?" Godt replied instantly. He blinked in disbelief when Bas sighed, giving him an unamused look. "I mean, come on! Who helped you undress before I came?"

"Louie," Bas replied.

"Who?" Godt asked, his brows meeting half way.

"The guy who picked you up last night. Damn it," Bas cursed as he returned the protest in Godt's eyes. "Why does it matter anyway? Hurry and take my clothes off! I'm getting itchy!"

With no excuse to get away from the task, Godt gave in. He carefully helped him remove the sling before he began to unbutton the shirt Bas was wearing.

Godt didn't expect he would be doing this. Or perhaps he just didn't want to think about it. No one has ever demanded him to take their clothes off, at least not like the way Bas did. And for some odd reason, it was making him feel something, a feeling that tugged at the buried part of his memories, making its way back to his heart and mind. He shook his head, trying to rid of the thought. It's not what he needed right now, he told himself.

"You can step off of your pajama bottoms right? No need for my...help." Godt made sure to put emphasis on to last word just to annoy the other.

"When I said undress me, I meant it," Bas growled. "I'm gonna call your father if this alone, you can't even do."

"Alright." Godt hurriedly pulled the pesky pajamas, dragging down along with it, Bas' boxers. "There. Happy?" He uttered with irritation but as Bas smirked and stepped into the tub, he found himself gulping hard.

Fuck, what the hell was that?!

And he thought it was over. Bas made him soap and scrub his back, and shampoo his hair. It was a grueling twenty minutes and even more so as he helped him rinse under the shower. He helped him dry his hair and put his robe on.

Godt was all wet after they left the bathroom. He was about to leave and head to his room when Bas called him back. "I need to get dressed!"

"Fuck me." Godt swore from the bottom of his heart. How long does the brat need him?!!!

***

The doctor was able to be alone, free from Bas' orders after he had gone back to his room. He went straight to the bathroom and rid of his wet clothes. He threw them to the hamper and proceeded to take his much needed shower.

To mask the odd feeling that tried to surface from his encounter with his god sibling, he cursed under his breath and thought of how annoying Bas is. "Little brat."

Refreshed, Godt left the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. Seeing that the room barely had light coming in, he walked towards the windows and pulled the curtains to the side. The windows were facing the front yard.

A car pulled up and his left brow rosr when he recognized the person who got out of the driver side. "How can he just let this person take his clothes off? Brat."

Godt let out a groan when he caught himself dwelling on who takes his god sibling's clothes off. "Who gives a damn," he muttered as he walked towards his bags.

His stuff were now scattered. "Stupid brat." Godt rummaged what he needed to wear before he put them on. A black pair of boxers under a white pair of shorts and polo shirt.

Godt began to tidy the room by picking up first all his things Bas had thrown out of his luggage. The closet was empty and after a quick inspection, he decided it was clean enough to put his clothes in.

He was barely done hanging his suits when he was interrupted by repeated knocking at his door. Upon opening it, he squinted at the person standing outside.

"Oh. We're not barging in unannounced anymore, are we?" Godt said as he crossed his arms on his chest.

Bas rolled his eyes before motioning the other to follow him.

"I'm still hanging my clothes." Godt protested while still standing at the doorway.

"Let the help do that!" Bas shouted as he continued walking. "Hurry up, slowpoke! I'm hungry!"

Godt followed like an angry bird down the hallway and the steps. Their destination was the kitchen.

"Make me lunch." Bas sat at the breakfast bar, adjusting his arm to his liking so it wasn't touching the counter.

"I'm not a cook," Godt responded, walking behind the counter.

"You are now."

"Why are you doing this?" Godt asked as he opened every overhead cabinet. "This shouldn't be part of my job."

"Whether it should or should not is up to me," Bas said. "Your father left your fate in my hands. Deal with it."

"Did he now..." Godt scoffed. "I'm making you a sandwich because I don't fucking know how to cook a meal."

"Fine by me." Bas shrugged. "Make it hot."

"Make it hot," Godt murmured, imitating Bas mockingly as he opened the fridge. He almost dropped the container of pastrami when he heard Bas' chuckle in response to what he said.

Brat.
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