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Dorian Hylas Wright, I think mine was supposed to be 22, right? xd 

Even though I knew it was probably one of the rudest things for a butler to do, I put an elbow on the table standing in front of me and supported my head with it, while tapping the table and sighing, showing just how bored I was. I constantly looked up towards the door to check if the master didn’t walk in or something, which could surely be the end of my career and our friendship. There weren’t many times I was actually bored, since there were always things to clean or tidy, but since I’d done that earlier this morning – I woke up early, I had time to be bored. My thoughts wondered off to what Chris was doing in the other room. He was probably getting dressed, or, well, trying to. Everybody knew how insanely clumsy he was, even with something simple, easy as dressing. Even though I knew I shouldn’t be thinking about my boss as much as I did, I couldn’t help it. Chris was just... amazing. A smile crept on my face while thinking about the lad and this time I sighed contently, instead of just bored like before. Then, suddenly, Chris’ voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I quickly got up, straightened out my jacket and took a deep breath. With my usual calm, restrained expression, I started walking towards the door, separating the two rooms we were in. Once inside, I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow and smile a little at the sight I was greeted with. Chris’ hands were tangled in the laces of his corset. He turned around to face me and chuckled a little awkwardly. ‘Good morning, sir, how can I help you?’ I asked, trying to sound as polite as possible and not at all like I was about to burst into laughter at Chris’ weirdness. 

Yeahh, I changed it xD And now I'm gonna go watch the movie again x)
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Still smiling, I raised an eyebrow at him. He’d said this many, many times, even though he knew I’d never listen. What kind of butler would I be, if I’d call my master by his first name? Of course, he had a point with us being best friends, but it just felt wrong to call him that. I mean, come on... he’s king, I’m a simple subject. I didn’t object, though, as he just kept on talking. I nodded at his words; it would indeed take him hours to get ready without any help. One would think an eighteen year old would be able to take care of that alone, without help, but Chris was... special. Yeah, let’s keep it on special. I couldn’t control myself any longer, so our laughter filled the room for a little. I had always been glad he wouldn’t make such a big deal of his flaws, he usually just accepted them, as they made him who he was. ‘Please, help me, Dorian, or I’ll be stuck forever!’ That sentence together with him falling on his bed made me laugh so hard I had to get a hold of the bed as well, to make sure I wouldn’t fall on top of him. ‘Dude, stop laughing already!’ Chris said, even though he was still laughing himself. ‘I’m sorry, sir,’ I said, trying to catch my breath and empathizing the sir, implying I was most certainly not gonna call him anything else. ‘I didn’t mean to offend you in any way. Here, lemme help you up,’ I chuckled, before gently grabbing his bicep and – again gently – pulling him up into a sitting position, from which he could stand up himself. ‘Turn around, sir,’ I said softly, since he was standing rather close to me and he followed my command obediently. I carefully started to detangle Chris’ hands from the strings of the corset, trying my hardest not to hurt said boy and work as fast as possible. 

I was – if I may say so myself – doing one hell of a great job freeing Chris. Even though my fingers weren’t the thinnest and my hands not the most gracious, they did exactly what I wanted them to do. A small smile crossed my lips as I sighed in relief – for this was all working out the exact way I had planned them ahead, something that could actually make my day. A lot of things could, to be honest, though not many would ruin it as things not going the exact way I want them to. It would annoy me and get me easily worked up, which would cause me to snap and walk around with a grumpy, according to some even frightening expression. I chuckled a little when Chris tried to get loose himself, even more when he actually did it. A smile graced my face as he turned around, probably to thank me, but – of course, how else could it have gone – he slipped. The idiot freaking slipped. And, to make it even worse, he pulled me with him, bringing us in probably the most awkward situation ever. Before I even realised what for fuck’s sake was going on, my eyes focused on Chris’ – may I add beautiful – face. An adorable, little blush spread over his cheeks, making me smile once again. His lips were parted and we were so close I could just feel his hot breath tickling my lips. Even though we were in the most unacceptable position we could possibly be in (okay, I admit it, I could think of something else, but... that’s really none of your business), I didn’t feel the need to move away from him. Not at all, actually, especially not when Chris’ breathed out my name. Tingling, tingling everywhere. I didn’t let him stare at me for long, though, as my mind went blank and I just went for it. I ducked down en pressed my lips softly, gently and carefully on his lips. If possible, I felt even better than when we were just looking at each other. The feelings regarding Chris that I had pushed away and neglected for so long, all rose to the surface of my thoughts and things suddenly seemed logical, they made sense. Like why I pretty much always smiled when we was around, even when he wasn’t being that particularly funny. And like how he just couldn’t get me angry, not even by changing my plans or by doing something stupid – like slipping. Still I was aware of the reason why I pushed those feelings away, though even that downright depressing thought couldn’t get me off my high. It felt great, this felt just great – amazing even; exactly what Chris was. 

I only opened my eyes because of the loss of Chris’ lips and his adorable blush from before just got even cuter, making me smile like some idiot. If you would’ve asked me, I could stay like that ‘till eternity, just together and so, so close. I got pulled from my thoughts when Chris spoke up, though. ‘O-oh... was it that obvious?’ he asked, sounding rather insecure. My smile disappeared and made place for a deep, concerned and slightly confused frown. He looked away from me, something that confused me even more; Chris wasn’t one to act like this. I noticed he had started trembling and all I wanted was to just hug him, but that didn’t seem quite right. ‘What do you mean?’ I asked softly. I was frantically trying to remember anything he ever told me about himself that would enable me to make him feel as great as he deserved to feel again, but I didn’t really know where to start. It wasn’t the first time I realised I knew way more about him than he knew about me, but that was mostly because I didn’t get drunk and tell practically everything about myself I could possibly tell, like he did. Then, a conversation of a couple of weeks, maybe even months, occurred to me. During that one he told me about his “love-issues”, about how he just didn’t know how to love, nor receive love and how he would feel like people couldn’t love him, how he would think people would act like they did, just to keep him content. It had broken my heart to hear that; Chris was a good young man, he had never hurt a fly and he deserved to be loved to pieces for everything he was and did – not hated for everything he wasn’t and didn’t. ‘Oh,’ I sighed eventually, ‘never mind. Look, Chris...’ God, I really didn’t have a clue on what to say. I didn’t want to hurt or scare or whatever the poor lad any more, but I just couldn’t find any words to make him feel better. ‘I...’ I screwed my eyes shut tightly, desperately looking for words. I couldn’t say ‘I love you’, that’d be way too soon and I didn’t know how he’d react to that. ‘I’m sorry,’ I mumbled and I slowly got up, until I sat next to that. ‘I shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry. Should I leave? I think I should leave. Yeah, I’d better go,’ I rambled quickly and I was already getting up, actually kind off hoping Chris would stop me. 

A jolt of relief shot through my body when I felt the familiar warmth of Chris’ hand on mine and I turned around. Him being so close to naked wasn’t even something weird for us anymore, so I didn’t really pay attention to it. For once, I wasn’t smiling, even though he was around, I was more likely shocked. The tears in his eyes hurt... they actually hurt and I felt like I wanted to do anything to make him feel better, but I didn’t, I couldn’t. I couldn’t even move, for crying out loud, how on earth was I supposed to make him feel better? Again, I had trouble finding the right words – which I found very disturbing. Normally, he’d be the one who’d get in to trouble, be upset about it and I’d reassure him ‘till he felt happy again. But now... I just couldn’t. It made me feel uncomfortably helpless and I just wanted this to end right now so we could just... I don’t know... kiss and live happily ever after? Yeah, that sounded great. Sadly, reality crushed my sweet little fantasy, as Chris let go of my hands. I only looked at him for a while, when he sat back, while I was biting my lip hard, frantically trying to come up with some solution. I sighed, probably sounding a little exhausted, though I didn’t really mean to. My mind went blank again, as I stepped forward. ‘C’mere,’ I mumbled quickly, not even trying to articulate the words ‘come’ and ‘here’. I took his hands and pulled him up from where he was seated. He didn’t expect it, so he stumbled forward, right into my arms, as planned. I carefully wrapped my arms around his still naked and fragile feeling upper body. ‘You didn’t force me, Chris. I kissed you because...’ I took a deep breath. ‘Because I think I love you.’ There, I said it. I closed my eyes and tightened my grip. I needed him right now, I mean, I just confessed my feelings for him, I couldn’t let him run from me or something. The silence was nerve wrecking, but I hoped it was worth it. 

The words he spoke caused me to swallow thickly. Of course it made me happy that he wanted to love me, but the way he said it sounded wrong, somehow. As if he didn’t see how he could ever love me, and therefore he wouldn’t. Before he could explain his statement, the sound of the door slamming open interrupted us. I looked up, not yet releasing Chris, though my grip did loosen significantly, enabling the kings and queens to pull the boy from my arms. My eyes widened in surprise and I froze for a moment, before realizing what was going on. Chris’ voice seemed to wake me again. I couldn’t let them do this. If I would, I knew they would make sure I’d never see him again. I couldn’t let this happen! ‘Chris!’ I yelled. I felt a jolt of anger surge through my body. I tried to relax a little; I couldn’t let my anger control me. ‘Let go of him!’ I shouted, as I started to chase the royalty. Before I could reach Chris, though, a couple of kings I vaguely recognised from earlier visits took a strong hold of me. One of them I knew a little better, he was an uncle of Chris’s or something. ‘Look,’ he said, and I calmed down for a sec, maybe, just maybe he’d say something sensible. ‘You’re a good kid, Dorian. All you have to do is say he made you do whatever you two were doing, and we can let you go. No-one will blame you.’ He looked at me with this creepy, probably meant to be charming smile and that was it. He just crossed one hell of a boundary. How dare he even think I would betray Chris like that?! My anger grew even bigger and for the first time in a very long time, I didn’t care. I didn’t try to stay calm, to keep my breathing steady, to push all my thoughts away and to find a quiet spot to calm down, I didn’t even want to do that. No, I wanted to unleash, to let all my anger go, and so I did. A familiar tingling moved through my body, focussing on a couple of parts of my body. Because I was still looking at the uncle, I immediately noticed the change of aspect; I grew and therefore looked at him from above. The sound of my clothing tearing because of my rather huge wings caught my attention next. Chris’s uncle stumbled back, surprised because of not only my wings, but also the horns and claws that grew quickly. Once my transformation was complete, I roared, expressing my anger and scaring everyone around me. That was when everything became blurry. I still had some control over my body, but at that moment I was furious, causing my mind to go blank and just act by impulse. When I calmed down and could think properly again, I looked around. The hall was covered with bleeding bodies, most of them were already dead, but some were still crying out for help, help they would never get. I didn’t even try to remember what exactly I had done to them, it was of no use. The only thing that mattered was that it had worked. A little smile formed on my lips; they deserved this. No-one can hurt Chris and just get away with it this easily, not when I’m around. I then started to make my way toward the exit they had dragged Chris through. The halls seemed deserted, something I didn’t mind at all. With the first step I took outside, I immediately felt the cold. My bare upper body shivered, while I looked around for Chris. As soon as I caught a glimpse of his brown hair, I ran towards him and when I reached him, I crouched next to him. ‘Chris?’ I asked softly, while caressing his cheek, careful not to hurt him with my claws. ‘Are you alright?’ 

Chris’s tears hurt even more than they did before. Back then I was able to fix it rather quickly, but right now I didn’t even know what caused them, let alone how I could fix them. Maybe it was the cold... I hoped it was just the cold, to be honest. If it was just the cold, I could just take him to some place warm and get him some food or something, but if it was more than that, if I had frightened him, for example, I wouldn’t know what to do. The only place I could possibly think of to take him was my hometown; the village of the demons, but if he was scared of me, how could I take him there? I had seen some of the demons that walked around there and compared to them, I was a right cutie. ‘D-Dori...an, y-you..r’e-e...’ As soon as he had spoken those words, I felt like crying myself as well, even though I barely ever cry. I knew what he was going to say, it was obvious. I should’ve waited until I had calmed down again, I should’ve known I would scare the crap out of him when I was like this. God, how could I have been this stupid? Why didn’t I think of this? I took my hand of his cheek and avoided his look. When I noticed he was trying to say something else, I looked up at him again, though. ‘...h-here-e...’ My eyes widened at that last word. Didn’t he care? My look softened again, when he fell against my chest. It was then when I noticed it was covered in blood, but I couldn’t care less at the moment. Just like I did when we were inside, I folded my arms around his trembling upper body. We stayed like that for a little while, before I slid one of my arms underneath his knees and used the other to support his back. ‘Let’s get you someplace warm,’ I mumbled, after which I slowly got up, careful not to hurt the freezing boy in my arms. I started walking towards the only place I called home, the only place I knew where Chris would be safe. Okay, I have to admit, if I wouldn’t be around, he would probably be in more danger than he’d be in the castle, but if I just made sure to be there for him, he’d be fine. I walked as fast as I possibly dared, which wasn’t really that fast, but I just didn’t want to hurt Chris. Said boy didn’t weigh that much and he was rather small, so while I was a demon, it didn’t take any effort at all to carry him. When I finally arrived at the village, I felt a little bit nervous. Of course I had friends in here, but also plenty of enemies. And what would happen if the other demons couldn’t contain themselves? Chris’s royal blood smelled sweet like sugar. I was used to the attractive smell, but others might have a little more trouble with restraining themselves. While taking a deep breath, I walked the last meters, until I stepped through the gates of the village. I looked around to see if I could spot any familiar faces, but there was no time for that. ‘Hey!’ I called out and a lot of demons already looked up. Some of them looked surprised, but others looked awfully hungry. ‘I... I could use some help here!’ I yelled, because I did. I was already glad I had made it to the village, but now that I actually was there, I had no idea what to do. I spent most of my days in the castle; I usually just came here to visit some friends. My parents had left the village years ago and I wasn’t here enough to get my own house. ‘Dorian?’ a familiar voice asked. I recognized the young man walking towards me immediately and a thankful smile crossed my face. ‘Who’s that?’ the dark-haired lad, Clyve, asked, glancing at Chris with a concerned look. He was one of my best friends around here; I knew he wouldn’t hurt Chris. ‘I’ll explain it to you later, I just need a place to clean him up and get him warm. Please, just... help me out.’ I was close to begging, but Clyve already nodded. ‘Sure thing, a lot of your stuff is still in my guestroom anyways.’ While I was still rambling thank you’s and excuses for being a bother, he already started making his way towards his house. When we got there, Clyve suddenly turned around. ‘Dorian, stop thanking me,’ he demanded. ‘You owe me one, now shut up.’ We both laughed, while he opened his door and led me to his guestroom. ‘Stay for as long as you need,’ he told me, after which he left Chris and me alone. I knew Clyve’s house like it was my own, so I didn’t have any trouble with finding the bathroom. Chris was still trembling and he still felt as cold as ice. I carried him to the bathroom, pretty much getting a heart attack when I almost dropped the boy when I tried to open the door, but it all worked out. After I had laid him in the bathtub, I wetted a washing cloth. I didn’t want him to get all wet, since that would only make him feel cold again, when he got out of the water. First I cleaned my own chest; it would be useless to clean him first, since I’d get blood all over him again when I’d bend over him, then I softly and carefully wiped away the blood from his body. It may sound weird, but I was used to doing this. Chris tended to get drunk sometimes and tell everything that popped into his head, but sometimes he went further than that. Sometimes, he got so drunk he would vomit all over himself – and over me – and he’d pass out. When he did, I figured his dad would be furious if he’d find his son like that, so I’d clean him up, get him into some nice clothes and put him to bed. I felt bad for the lad, he was such an amazing boy, and he deserved an amazing life, not this royalty thing. After I had finished cleaning him, I just looked at him for a while. The trembling had almost stopped, but he was still pale like a ghost. I bit my lip and frowned, I had to do something about it, I couldn’t just let him freeze in a tub, I couldn’t let him suffer like this! Damn it, I hadn’t even started to love him properly, I could not lose him already, I wanted him to love me back. No, I needed him to love me back! I shot up from where I was sitting, ran back to room and started rummaging through the drawers of one of the cupboards. I was looking for the warmest clothes I had here, which wasn’t hard, since only my winter clothes were here. I didn’t need those in the palace, anyways.  When I had gathered the clothes that had seemed the warmest, I jogged back into the bathroom. Without hesitating, I gently put the clothes on. Minor detail I may had forgotten about; they were far too big, Chris practically drowned in them. But, then again, he looked absolutely adorable. Again, I had to look at him for a little while. His eyes, his hair, his soft features... this whole boy just made me happy. He still didn’t look perfectly fine, though. I lifted him up and carried him back to the room. It was a little bit of a struggle because of my wings, but eventually I managed to sit down with Chris in front of me, his back pressed against my chest, my arms folded around his torso and I just sat like that, with Chris in my arms, until I had calmed down and shrunk back to my human form. Normally I didn’t do that when I was here, but I didn’t want to scare Chris when he woke up. As soon as I felt Chris’s warmth again and I had changed back completely, I slowly got up and I tucked Chris in. This was the third time I just had to look at him. I mean, how could I not look at him? He was adorable and finally looked a little healthy again. Even though he looked like the little angel he was again, I couldn’t help but worry. ‘He’ll be fine,’ I whispered to myself. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. While forcing myself to smile and to think happy thoughts, I fuzzed through his hair, messing it up slightly. The soft strands of his brown hair felt nice in between his fingers, it made me smile genuinely. After I had taken a last look at the young boy, I threw on some fresh clothes myself, left the room to let Chris get some rest and walked down to explain everything to Clyve.