⚮ I Don't Want To Feel ⚮ But I Have Yet To Stop ⚮ ((BxB/G))

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center] "Oh,"he breathed, and lifted his arms above his head slightly, assuming that would help, "How is your day master?"he asked quietly, hoping Miles wouldn't mind the conversation. [/fancypost]

    Miles looked at Cale straight in the eyes. He looked surprised, caught off-guard even. "Cale," He said slowly, words like sweet poison. "It's been hectic." He moved the tape up to his chest, studying the numbers. He spoke without looking up, his eyes narrowing. "I bought something beautiful." He muttered.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center] "That sounds nice,"he whispered, and perhaps because he was feeling a bit brave, he asked,"May I see it?"he fully expected smiles to shut him down, but he hopes it would have negative effects. [/fancypost]

    Miles knelt down, measuring the leg length. "I suppose..." He mused, setting the tape down. Slowly sauntering around the desk, he pulled out a small box. The intricate decorations engulfed the whole thing, a golden bow topping it. He leaned over the desk and placed it in Cale's hands. He didn't bother to explain what it was. "Open it."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center] Cale couldn't help but smile, cradling the box delicately in his hands. He felt the bright swell of pride in his chest that his master trusted him with something like this, and murmured a noise of gratitude, gingerly untying the bow and opening it. [/fancypost]

    Inside of the small, ornate box, a necklace was coiled in the bottom. It wasn't really feminine, so anyone could wear it. The necklace itself was made of a golden chain, interlaced with a silver streak, and a small pendant hung in the middle. A small dragon stood on top of a carved onyx tooth, it's tail coiled around it. "Do you like it?" He looked down at the paper on his desk and started to write something down.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center] The neko's eyebrows rose, "Oh sir it's beautiful!"he breathed, not daring to touch it unless he somehow damaged the wonderful piece,"Who's it for sir-- if I may, that is."[/fancypost]

    Not taking his eyes off of the paper, he said plainly, "Yours." He continued to scribble on the paper. All of his servants wore a specialised necklace, just for them. "Of course, it's not a collar, and I can't force you to wear it, Cale." He finally looked up. "The others have had theirs for a long while, so I thought you might be fond of it." He continued shyly.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center] Cale went still, looking up at his master in shock,"Mine..?"he breathed, touching his neck a bit as he thought of it, "Oh, no sir, it's so pretty! I'll ruin it somehow..."[/fancypost]

    Miles chuckled. "If you don't take it I might be offended." He threatened playfully. He locked his hands together and rested his chin on his hands. "Plus, I had it made for you." He clicked a pen nervously. Underneath the 'tough guy' act, he was really just a pretty fidgety guy, but he tried his best not to let that side show.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center] "Oh!"he yelped, and swallowed softly. Being as gentle as possible, Cale lifted the necklace item from the box. It felt heavy in his hand, expensive. He wasn't sure if anything like this had ever been given to him, and he wasn't sure what to say as he stared at it.[/fancypost]

    A smile flicked the corner over his lips up. "I believe a 'Thank you' is appropriate." He offered, standing up. He braced himself with his hand on the desk. "Can you take your shirt off? The clothes might make the measurements a bit off."

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center] "Thank you sir!"he blurted, and made quick work of drawing off his shirt. Miles was considerably less hostile now, and he would rather this over that any time,"Sorry sir,"he breathed, dropping the shirt to the floor, the necklace still in his fist. Now, his scars were all on display, and he wasn't eager to see Miles' reactions to his patchwork. [/fancypost]

    Miles shuddered at the sight of the lines cut into Cale's flesh. Carved like a Thanksgiving turkey (Happy Thanksgiving by the way)! He shoved his chair back and instantly moved around the desk to press his fingertips against the marred back of his servant. "What the hell is this?" He cried, looking over every last imperfection. He certainly wasn't expecting this. But he chewed his lip and began to measure Cale's back again. It wasn't his right to know anyway!

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center] Cale started, clutching the necklace tight in both of his hands,"Sorry sir,"he choked, bowing his head, "I-I've just had a lot of masters,"the neko bresthed, "They like... leaving their mark."[/fancypost]

    Miles clicked his tongue irritably. Bastards... His fingers were probably freezing on someone else's skin, but he never stopped to do anything about it. "Do they still hurt?" He asked meekly. When he was fairly young, twelve maybe, his father beat him rather terribly, he had many scars from that, but nothing like this. Would it be insensitive if I showed him mine? A troubled expression showed the question on his face.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center] Cale sucked on his teeth, sighing slightly, "Sometimes they ache,"he admitted finally, "When I'm scared, or really cold."Part of him, common sense, knew it was unwise to share any bit of weakness with the man that held complete power over him, but somehow, he didn't care to listen. After a moment, he reached around to his back, gingerly prodding the ones along his shoulder blades, these ones more pink, more prominent,"These are the newest,"he breathed,"A couple of months ago my master flew into a rage about something, I can't remember what, and I think he used a bunch of things. I.. can't really remember that either."[/fancypost]

    Miles frowned. "That isn't..." His words faded into an airy cough. "R-right" The constant pain in his head subsided as his body numbed. A loud thud sounded as he dropped to the floor, panting. There was a burning fire spreading across his body. Sorry, Cale.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px;][justify][align=center] The neko wheeled around,"Master!"he cried out in shock, dropping to his knees besides the man and immediately feeling across his face for heat. He felt feverish as all hell, and in a rush, the cat swiftly unbuttoned some of Miles' shirt, to see if it would help at all. Cale chewed on his lip, feeling sick himself, and guilty too. He looked up towards the door and released a shuddering breath, before he looked back to Miles,"Stay awake, please,"he whispered, and bolted through the door and all the way back to Tac's room, banging wildly on his door. [/fancypost]

    Miles groaned, rolling onto his back, bruised scars visible through his open shirt. He weakly tried to reach out and grab Cale. "Don't leave!" He called, his back arching in pain.


    Tac stormed to the door and kicked the door open. "What the hell do you want, kitty?" He snapped, but he stopped when he saw the look on Cale's face. "What? Why do you look like you've just seen a ghost?"