Obedience

"Kiss me like before."

Vincent looked into his eyes and repeated softly.

It is the Servant's duty to obey the master's orders and fulfill the master's wishes.

The thought of the person in front of him was so deep and incomprehensible, which made Arthur feel even more frightened.He was stunned for a while, mustering up the courage to do a good job of mental construction, and then tremblingly moved forward, carefully imprinting his lips on those soft lips.

One white, knuckle-knuckle hand took the back of Arthur's head and brought him forward, while the other lifted his jaw and took the initiative.

The breathing of the two gradually became rapid.

Arthur was a little flustered, but he couldn't resist the alluring aura, so he could only let his reason sink deeper and deeper into the quagmire, unable to extricate himself.

This is the breath he is most familiar with, Vincent...

His... Vincent...

His hand caressed the back of Vincent's neck uncontrollably, and then turned back, taking all the breath away from him.

"Well……"

I don't know how long the kiss lasted.It wasn't until Vincent's hands began to push and block his body that he suddenly left the other party as if he had just woken up from a dream.

Vincent's cheeks were dyed crimson, and he was panting slightly, but he didn't look angry.When his breathing gradually calmed down, he opened his mouth and said:

"You're used to it, aren't you?"

"Master, I..." He explained in a panic.

"Arthur, listen to me."

The corner of Vincent's mouth curled up.He put his fingers against Arthur's lips, calmed his breath, and then said slowly:

"Servant-I0000, Arthur Spencer—you are the first piece of work I designed and manufactured, which makes me very proud. But it is a pity that you have flaws.

"Do you know how I recognized you? Although your appearance is randomly set, when you touched me for the first time, I felt that your body temperature was low. When I was designing you, Program your receptors and nerve endings perfectly, but forget to program your self-regulating body temperature.

"Although you are a defective product, you are still made by me, so I have always had a special feeling for you. In other words... this should be regarded as the plot of first love."

Vincent smiled self-deprecatingly, and continued:

"I have not transferred your right to use and ownership to anyone. You are special, and I will give you freedom to live a different life. But when I meet you again, I still decide to return to you By my side. No matter what, you belong to me, and you have always wanted to have a master, right?"

Something is blocking the throat.Arthur wanted to speak several times, but couldn't make any sound due to sobs.

"Stop blaming yourself, Arthur. You've done well."

Vincent put his hands on his cheeks, passed his body temperature to him, and comforted him softly:

"During this time, you have been by my side. Even if you are not the master and Servant, you have always taken good care of me, fulfilled my wishes and requirements, and always...loved me, right?

Vincent stroked Arthur's hair gently with his hands, his voice soft and hoarse.

"You are my Servant, and I am your master. This was destined from the beginning. Even if there are many changes in the middle, nothing will change. Therefore, from now on, you will no longer be alone Yes. I will never expel you from my side, and correspondingly, I will never leave you again."

Seeing that Arthur was still unresponsive, Vincent gently stroked the corner of his lips with his fingertips, then leaned over and kissed him lightly.

"This is my attitude, do you understand?"

There seemed to be something flowing out of the eye sockets uncontrollably.The chest cavity was once again slowly filled with endless soreness.

Arthur nodded.

"Then, just like before."

Vincent cupped his face and looked into his eyes, as if he wanted to look into his heart.

"Every day from now on, I want you to take good care of me and stay by my side all the time. I want you to love me, hug me, kiss me, and treat me as the most important baby in your life."

The sweet breath fell on his forehead, carrying an intoxicating warmth, as if it wanted to melt his body.

"Can it be done? My dear Servant."

Like thousands of flowers blooming together in an instant.What he feels at this moment is the most unparalleled joy in this world.

"My pleasure, Master."

Under the warm yellow light, a pool of water vapor filled the bathroom.

The fragrance of rose petals wafts from the shampoo in the hand, entangled in the small space as if nothing.

The brown hair in his hand was still fine and soft, and the length was enough to cover the back of the boy's neck.The slightly curly hair tail is no longer arrogant and domineering, and it bends upwards in a very cute arc.

Arthur stroked the soft foam in his hand to the top of the front man's hair, and rubbed it carefully.

Vincent half-closed his eyes and lazily soaked in the hot water. With the gentle and soothing massage on the top of his head, a trace of drowsiness invaded silently.

Not long after, Arthur found that the little head in his hand began to shake unconsciously.For a while, it suddenly lifted up as if waking up from a dream, and for a while, it bit by bit like a chicken pecking at rice, which is extremely cute.

He recalled the same scene in front of him when he brought Vincent home.

Different times, different identities, different moods.Well, it's still the same person.

With a smile on his lips, Arthur patted Vincent on the shoulder and said softly:

"Master, don't sleep. It's easy to catch cold."

Hearing this, Vincent muttered in a daze, and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand wearily.

"what?"

Yasen leaned to his ear and asked.

"I went back to the institute yesterday for a long meeting, sleepy."

Vincent pursed his lips, with some grievance and dissatisfaction.

"You can go to bed after washing." Arthur comforted softly, speeding up the speed of rinsing the foam.

"Arthur, you are mine." The child said suddenly, very seriously.

"Yes." Arthur replied casually without stopping what he was doing.

"its mine."

"Yes." Arthur smiled fondly.

"It belongs to me alone." The child insisted persistently.

"Yes, master." Arthur kissed his hair, not knowing who the person in front of him was competing with.

The dazed Vincent mumbled repeatedly, his voice getting weaker and weaker, until he fell into a deep sleep.

"Arthur is mine... not the empire... not the research institute... and not... that person's."

The pale golden sun shines into the bedroom through the floor-to-ceiling windows, leaving a warm feeling all over the place.

The timed wake-up system in the bedroom has rang countless times, but the person curled up in bed still remains silent.

"It's time to get up, master."

Arthur walked into the room, bent down and kissed Vincent's forehead exposed outside the bed, and gently reminded:

"The institute has a meeting today, so don't be late."

Then, thoughtfully place the breakfast plate with sandwiches and milk on the bedside table.

"Why do you have milk again today?"

Vincent pouted aggrievedly and complained.

Arthur thought it was a little funny, but still explained seriously:

"For the sake of the owner's health, the daily breakfast must be nutritionally balanced."

Seeing that Arthur was cleaning the balcony with his back turned to him, Vincent seized the opportunity, picked up the cup and got off the bed lightly, intending to pour the milk into the bathroom without showing any trace.

"Master, the back of my head has the wide-angle lens you set."

Arthur didn't turn around, and proceeded with the work in an orderly manner, said lightly.

Like a child who was caught doing bad things, Vincent slapped the table angrily:

"Close it!"

Damn it!In the end, I screwed myself up.

"Yes, Master."

Arthur held back a smile and replied respectfully.

Vincent put the milk glass back on the table sullenly, and lay down on the bed as if discouraged, without moving.

Arthur opened the curtains and put the glass vase containing fresh roses on the window sill. He glanced at Vincent's expression of "I'm getting short tempered" from the side, with a bit of doting in his tone.

"Hey, drink the milk. Be good."

Vincent glared at Arthur angrily, took a few deep breaths, pinched his nose, raised his head and poured the milk in the cup into his mouth in one breath.Then he climbed out of bed, ran to Arthur quickly, pulled off his collar, stood on tiptoe, blocked his lips viciously with his mouth, and poured all the milk into it.

Taking a few steps back, like a mischievous cat, it licked the corner of its mouth:

"I order you as the master, feed me later. Do you dare not obey?"

Arthur sighed softly, stepped forward and knelt down on one knee, carefully kissed away the milky white circle around Vincent's lips, then leaned close to his ear, and sprinkled warm breath on his neck .

"Yes, my master."

Another sunny day.