Ulquiorra followed his lord’s orders and began to weave his way through the gathering in order to find a servant carrying wine. It was a bit daunting to be surrounded by those whose place in society was much more influential than his own and without his current employer. Still, the young consort made his way through exchanging pleasantries with others of his status until he had spotted the elusive wine carrying servant. As he made his journey, he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder that slipped itself to the slim waist of the petite male holding him in place.
“What a pleasure to have you here, Ulquiorra.” That voice came from Lord Aizen as he pulled the other closer, but kept a respectable distance in case of prying eyes. “I do hope you don’t mind my forwardness, but then again I know you wouldn’t want to cause trouble for Lord Muramasa. I could make it known that you were nothing more than a sto-away or perhaps a harlot.”
Ulquiorra stiffened underneath the male’s touch. The simple closeness of their bodies made his skin crawl and twisted in an unflattering sickening way. “I am not a harlot Lord Aizen.” he said quietly as to not alert the guests to their host’s unseemly behavior towards him.
A soft chuckle rumbled through Aizen’s chest. “I could offer you a lot more than what he is offering Ulquiorra. We could simply just slip away until later. I doubt someone as esteemed as your lord would even miss a servant who had broken into his home. Perhaps all of this is just a formality before he tosses you out on the streets. Come with me and that would never happen.”
The hand that was on Ulquiorra’s waist slowly slipped downwards towards his bottom. The young male had frozen in fear at the bold touch that he had not expected. However, that hand had never made it to its destination for Lord Muramasa had returned to his side and saved him from what surely would have been a humiliating and painful experience.
“Lord Aizen, I shall have to formally request that you do not touch what does not belong to you. As was announced, this beautiful young male is my consort and I would appreciate if you did not try and sully him during your lovely party.” Muramasa said both pleasantly and with a hint of a darker threat behind his words. They had drawn many an eye with this light confrontation and Muramasa knew that Aizen needed to be seen in good standing for his plans.
Aizen removed his wrist easily enough from Muramasa’s grasp and gave him a chilled smile. “My apologies Lord Muramasa. I had no intention of sullying your consort.” Aizen said with an almost mock bow. “Have you been enjoying my party thus far? I do so hope that it meets each of your expectations.”
“The party is quite impressive Lord Aizen, but I would expect no less from one in your position.” Muramasa answered. “Surely, the stories that will be present at dawn will not quite do it justice. Forgive me for speaking so freely in your home, but I notice that the Lady Aizen is missing. I do so hope that she had not fancied herself a hand at your favorite past times.”
Soft whispers traveled through the lips of Lord Aizen’s guests as they had also noticed the absence of Lady Aizen. The women used their accessories to their advantage by discretely look around for the Lady of the Manor, while the men seemed to be calculating their association with a lord that could not seemingly keep his wife in line. Aizen did his best not to betray the thoughts on his face as he called a servant to his side.
“I am sure the Lady Aizen just felt a little overwhelmed and went to lie down for a moment. Could you please check on her and make sure that she is alright?” he asked politely with just enough concern in his tone to allow for these gossiping hens to turn their attentions to something else.
Muramasa smiled with an almost mocking amount of amusement in his eyes. “You are still very good with words Lord Aizen. I have not meddled in your affairs as you know my true loyalty to the Queen. Please refrain from touching the beauty I have acquired. I do not touch your possession and I will continue to look the other way as long as you do not touch mine.”
“I hate to end my time at such an elegant gathering, but I am afraid I have much work to do come morning. Please accept my apologies for having to leave so soon.” Muramasa said bowing slightly with sincerity in his every, almost condescending, word.
Aizen merely nodded his head in affirmation. “It is such a pity that you have to leave, but as all of us know, our work is part of the reason we have remained the epitome of high society. I pray that your journey home is as pleasant as your journey here.”
Muramasa tilted his head slightly as he had heard the other’s words and left the ballroom with Ulquiorra at his side. A feeling of caution swept through his mind as he retrieved their coats from a servant posted at the door and proceeded to walk down the stone stairs into his awaiting carriage. The moment they were safely away from the Lord Aizen’s dwelling, Muramasa looked over his slightly shaken companion.
“I am sorry, m'lord. I was only following your orders when he-“ Ulquiorra started to speak with his voice shaking in fear before Muramasa placed two fingers upon his lips.
“Relax Ulquiorra. I am not unfamiliar, as one may say, with the Lord Aizen’s tactics. He finds you to be intriguing, but he is not a man that you ever wish to be caught unawares with. There will be a similar gathering held at another noble’s house within two weeks’ time. I shall train you in the ways of subtle refusals in order to ensure you are better equipped for the next meeting with him.” Muramasa said and the rest of the ride went by smoothly.
The clock struck just past two in the morning, Muramasa found himself peering in on his young new servant. He really shouldn’t indulge his own desires so freely and so often, but he couldn’t help the sweet taste that had been invading his mind. Quietly, he shut the door and went over to the sleeping form on the bed. The child was truly a beauty with an innocence that Muramasa was indeed shocked about finding it. Such a nice little treasure was a rarity with women and men willing to seduce someone to either ascend or remain at the top. The curtains closed slowly as Muramasa bent forward over the sleeping male and had his fill once more.