Evan als Diener

xxiv.

They departed the shop with Evan holding a box containing two pairs of those white tailcoats and slacks (and his own clothes folded and shoved somewhere beneath inside); all for an unreasonably low price. He didn't know if it was considered stealing, but they paid the old man regardless and that's the end of that. Evan really wanted to slip him some extra coins but he didn't have any on him so all he ever did was look down in guilt and timidly walked onward despite Danveur telling him to flaunt the one he's currently wearing.

The return trip to where they stay was lathered with silence and Evan spent the stretched time reconsidering what had happened and what was all of these about.

He had had too much things running, or too little things moving, inside his head earlier that he wasn't able to add things up. 

He really wanted to ask the lieutenant beside him but the stinging pain on his neck prompted him to keep his mouth shut. It was truly degrading thinking about what had happened back there now that everything's quiet. 

Every single time Danveur verbally and physically abuses him and touches him in obscene ways, he could feel his dignity dropping to the hilt, only to rise back up when he was praised. 

He was getting used to it in a sense that he wasn't.

"You're ogling at me."

Evan blinked, then hastily looked away, even changing his body position to face the opposite of where Daniel was sitting. His outfits were miraculously his own size but as of the moment, he's suffocating. His ribbon tie was gradually strangling him.

"What do you want to know?" 

He always seemed ahead of the younger man, as if he could read his mind. Evan parted his lips, ran his tongue against the insides of his teeth, and asked in a hushed tone, "What are these for, sir?".

"You don't really have to know." Danveur answered quickly with a teasing smirk, and then he mocked concern. "You might disapprove and then I would have to shoot you."

"But what are these for, sir?"

Danveur lingered his gaze at him, a taken aback expression painting his face at his persistence. Then he said, "You never fail to surprise me, Schmidt.".

He lift his hand and rest it upon the other's nape, thumb too close to where the sore mark was and Evan shivered physically. 

"That's your uniform from now on. I want to see you wearing it everyday." 

Danveur's hand dropped and traced the outline of Evan's spine, circling a finger somewhere near his tailbone, and the younger prayed it wouldn't slip inside his slacks.

Thankfully enough, it stayed there, pressing and feeling him through the silk, and it wasn't gentle nor harsh; it was alright, it made him tingly. It was acceptable at the very least.

"I want you to be some sort of a butler." Danveur continued. "But to serve no one but me."

Evan nodded, his lids lowering though his back was erect from the incessant contact. He felt like sleeping again when a hand grabbed his waist and guided his body closer to Danveur.

"Will you be my butler?" The question was dropped sardonically, but it felt intimate with the lieutenant pressing his mouth against his earlobe, fanning it with hot breaths. His tongue poked out and gave his earshell a wet, firm flick, and then he bit him. Hard.

Hard enough that Evan jerked away with a loud yelp, hands flying to where his ear was to cover it up.

Danveur laughs and grabs him back, wrapped his arms around his small body and pulled his hands off to give a quick peck to his thrumming new injury. "That was quite a yell you had there. I'll take that as a yes."

Even if Evan had said no, he'd end up working for him anyway. He had nothing left; his mother was gone, he can't find his father and he had no siblings. It's either he works under Danveur or dies, the latter was the least thing he wanted to happen yet.

He didn't notice the car was already coming to a stop and that they were back in the base camp. Small pellets of water began dropping once more and Evan had to dash out to the entrance to keep his box and its contents from getting wet.

Danveur had just stepped in after him when two soldiers hurriedly approached them; they must have been waiting for the officer to return all this time. 

"The general had visited, sir, and is requesting for your appearance in his office as soon as possible." 

"I wasn't informed about his visit," Evan could heard displeasure in Danveur's voice as if he had too much work to do and the general was taking away his precious time. 

"Neither did we, sir. It was spontaneous. The details weren't prearranged to us so we barely have any idea what's going on."

"The information isn't for you to know anyway." Danveur sighed, defeated. 

He looked tired and torn, then he gave the driver a hard glance. "Weissman, take the boy to my office. Chain him to my desk, or wherever you think would satisfy your humour. Lock him in."

"Yes, sir."

Evan looked forlorn as he was pushed to the direction of their destination. He tried to glance back at Daniel but he was walking briskly to another place that he soon went out of sight as he rounded the corner with the two persons leading him.

Evan was disappointed that he didn't even spare him a glance as they arrived here, although he honestly don't understand why he would feel such thing. Maybe he had been too attached to the lieutenant within a span of around two weeks that he unconsciously craves for his attention. 

Either way, the mere thought of it horrifies him.