Victor watches--ever discretely, as Kaiser and Ron head out of his office, Victor's eyes wander to Kaiser's large butt, and his eyes deceive him, not once looking away until Ron walks out the door with Kaiser promptly following him.
Victor gulps, raising a pale hand to his face and running his long, slim fingers down the side of his face. His ruby eyes focus on the long green couches in front of him, but his vision suddenly becomes hazed, his focus losing to the odd inner turmoil his mind hustles him through. For a minute, his heart suddenly hammers, and he only hears the loud thump of his heart pump in his ears.
"Fuck." Victor mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose, the image of Kaiser's eyes, Kaiser sturdy body, Kaiser's plump lips, cannot escape his mind, and it beseeches him, steals the senses of normality he's so use to. This said normality, however, stills, solemnly pauses for a man that ultimately will be hanged.
...
After Victor promptly meets his fiancé, barely bating an eyelash as she bickers and carries on with whatever is the latest gossip of the maiden world. Victor doesn't care, he never has. He only puts up with her because her blood smells alright, her lineage is alright enough, and her father and the king are old friends, so pleasure mixed with common sense fueled at a young age stuck them both together. Brielle loves Victor becomes Victor is the king's son, and he so happens to be deemed perfect by the world. Victor "loves" Brielle because his father tells him that he must--that it's his duty.
By the time the clock strikes 12, this time Victor doesn't need to hustle down to the dungeon, but he quickly clears his cup of tea and stands up from his seat in the dining hall, waving off Brielle's pouty face as he hurriedly leaves to head to his study. There is a chirp--a skip to his step as he climbs to his office's door, and he swings said door open to see Ron clearing his throat and flipping through a deck of papers, and Kaiser--he--the handsome man is dressed in a ruffled white blouse, the cotton material hugging his muscled arms nicely as he gently places a steaming cup of tea down. He's wearing black slacks that hug his larger hips nicely, and he adorns a pair of ankle-high black boots, modeling them flawlessly as he turns on his heels to bow to Victor and offer him a kind smile.
"Welcome back, My Master." Kaiser said, his green eyes glittering with the large chandelier above. "Ron taught me how to make your favorite tea. I hope it is to your liking."
Victor doesn't know what's even occurring in his mind until he's towering over Kaiser, his tall statue avalenching over Kaiser's. Victor's pale hands trap Kaiser against his desk; his ruby eyes peering down at Kaiser's shocked ones as Victor's muscled body presses against Kaiser, his black corset he adorns feels even tighter than normal.
"M-Master?" Kaiser stutters, his tan hand pressed against Victor's chest. "I-M-Master-I-h-have I done something wrong?"
Victor opens his mouth to speak, but he only turns his head away, his ruby eyes focused on the carpeted floor.
"It appears I may be hungrier than I thought," Victor said, his ruby eyes wondering to Ron's, who's expression seems to be thinking, calculating, "Ron, can you bring me some snacks?"
"Promptly, Your Highness." Ron said, his eyes lingering between the two men before Ron slams the door shut behind him, leaving Victor and Kaiser alone to their devices.
"M-My Master." Kaiser gulps, keeping his shining eyes on the floor, yet Victor almost chokes, staring at Kaiser's reddening cheeks. "You are-you a-a-are a bit close, My Master."
Victor doesn't say anything. He only steps closer, grabbing Kaiser's chin and tilts his head, exposing his tanned neck. Victor digs his pale nose into Kaiser's neck, sniffing Kaiser's neck, soaking in Kaiser's natural scent. He smells like musk and pines, yet there is this scent of a virgin, blooming rose that lingers on his skin, like it's a reminder of the many desires Victor strangely feels, that reckons his body in shivers and visceral hungry that he's never felt before, not even when he sucks on blood bags.
"Are y-you going to feed, My Master?" Kaiser said, his hands shaking as he reaches for his white blouses' collar, further exposing the veins on his neck. "I haven't eaten yet today, so I'm not sure how strong my blood will be, but if you are hungry, please feed, My Master."
Victor's ruby eyes glow, and he feels his fangs begin to appear, and he readies himself to feed, but he suddenly stills, his eyes focused on Kaiser's hands who quiver, and his green eyes that glistening with fear and subtle tears, and he watches the nervous sweat from Kaiser's temple's slip down to his chin, and Victor feels his teeth sink back in, and his chest thump, and thump, and thump with complexity.
The knock on Victor's office door causes Victor to sigh, removing his hand's from his desk and parting away from Kaiser, briskly headed to his desk and grabbing a packet of papers in his hand, clenching them tightly in his grasp.
"Come in." Victor mutters, ignoring Kaiser's surprised expression aimed at him. Ron opens Victor's door and piles in soon after with a small tray in one hand filled with various pastries and garnishes. Victor barely bats an eye as Ron places the small plates on the empty part of his desk and holds the abandon pot of tea in the corner, elegantly pouring some more tea into Victor's tea cup.
Victor reaches for a small, strawberry treat and pulls it to his lips, but he stops short, meeting eyes with a disheveled Kaiser.
"Yes?" Victor asked. Kaiser blinks, clearing his throat and standing up straighter.
"You eat many desserts, My Master." Kaiser said, eyeing the many pastries. "If may not be of my business, but even when you carried me food, you carried sweets. Is that all your diet possess?"
Ron coughs, covering his throat as he turns away. Victor stares wide eyed at his hands, slowly placing the dessert back on the tray as he folds his hands and clears his throat.
"I...every vampire has a certain taste," Victor said. "My family likes more salty or spices in their blood and foods. I...dislike it. My preference is more sweeter blood and foods. Sultry. Rich. Since it's only my preference, I tend to just settle for sweeter foods like this. It...is less bothersome."
Kaiser blinks, staring at the plates of desserts before he smiles, a soft laugh leaving his lips.
"My older brother also likes sweeter things to eat." Kaiser said, his voice nothing above a whisper. "I know you'll assign me other task, but if it also please you, I can make you dishes you'd might like."
Victor stares at Kaiser, his red eyes wide, his fingers warm, his neck feeling warmer, and he doesn't know why his heart begins to hammer itself in his chest. No one's ever offered him such a solution for his petty preferences. He is the only one in his family that has such unique taste, and his stepmother is a woman that refuses to eat anything that'd make her body gain weight, so Victor has to just settle with what he can. Yet this handsome man—this criminal that many deem wretched and diabolic— is here, offering to serve Victor in more ways than Victor even asked for, and this, this makes Victor stare at Kaiser with wide, red eyes, with almost trembling, confused hands, and flushed, red cheeks that burn even his pale neck. Victor III feels overly hot and warm within himself, and Kaiser's kind smile, that pure heart that continues to conflict Victor, hits him like a dagger in his chest.
"Let's...Let's discuss your other duties first." Victor said, avoiding eye contact with Kaiser. "However, if you want, I will allow that."
Victor ignores Ron's protest as he beckons Kaiser to sit on the couch near his desk.