Drake, Warrior Slave

  'Master wants you to answer me honestly. Do you want me? Or another perhaps?'

Drake sighed. He had grown to like this master as he wasn't as hash as the others but with his face still void of emotion he answered. "You."

"I want what master wants of me."

  'Perhaps it'll be good to get reacquainted?'

"Is that what you want, sir?"

  He broke the kiss for a moment, ‘Bed?’ he asked. ‘I mean its been a while since we’ve .. you know.’

Drake looked to his master. "What about it?"

  Cain put his arms around the larger man’s neck and kissed him hard again. ‘Fucking love you.’ he moaned.

Drake never replied back as he kissed the male more.

  'I'll forget it happened if you give me a kiss.'

"Of course, Sir." Drake said, getting up and kissing his master.

  'Of course I have, why would you ask that? I just forgot a few details.'

"I'm sorry, Sir. That was rude of me."

  'Oh yeah, the contract.' he nodded, pretending he actually read the entire thing. 'We'll stick with the sir thing. I mean, sometimes its actually kinda hot.'

"Has master read the contract?" He uttered out but then looked away feeling like he shouldn't have said that.

"No, Sir. I have been told to always refer to you as Sir as you are superior to me. It is all their in the contract that was made up. The one that I gave to you after my master's were killed."

  'Great.' he nodded. 'Bit bored, wouldn't mind a quest to go on. Even that brothel is getting a bit old.'

"I hear you, sir." He replied as he put his sword back in it's sheath.

  'Thank you. So, how are you?'

"Fine...you?"

  He sighed, ‘Really. Okay. I order you to respond to me when I talk to you.’

"Of course, sir."

  ’.. cool.’ he smirked, used to Drake’s silence by now. ‘Talk to me?’

[Drake looked up again, his face void of any emotion and then he went back to his cleaning. He hadn't heard the proper words for him to respond, He'd need to hear....I order you to...to do anything.]

[Drake looked up to his owner and then went back to his sword.]