20 Gay

In Nolan's dark room, Atticus slipped inside, scanning the whole room, but Nolan was not in his bedroom or reading in his study table like he usually does.

The butler then closed the door before he strode towards the wardrobe of his Young Master. When he opened the wardrobe, he immediately saw Nolan's naked figure curled up inside.

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips at the sight. He stared at his Young Master's sleeping figure for a moment before he leaned forward to him, his mouth closed to his Master's ear.

"Young Master," He softly whispered into his ear.

Atticus's hot breath sent a jolt to Nolan who tried to flicker his ear but couldn't. Instead, he raised his arm to cover his ear before nuzzling his face to the pile of clothes he was sleeping in.

"Hnn…" Nolan mewled softly like a cat whose sleep was being disturbed.

A light chuckle escaped Atticus. He couldn't help but find Nolan adorable. He leaned back, his eyes lingering on the curled-up position of his Master. It certainly was an uncomfortable position, he couldn't let his Master sleep like that.

Without hesitation, he leaned back again, scooped Nolan out of the wardrobe, and carried him in his arms.

Nolan groaned and stretched his body before opening his eyes.

"Atticus…?"

Atticus smiled at him, "Did you sleep well, Young Master?"

Nolan blinked and examined himself. He immediately pulled back, grasping his hands on Atticus's shoulders. He blushed profusely to discover that he was naked. It was a good thing his whole bedroom was dark.

His butler held him firmly, one arm wrapped around Nolan's back for support while the other rested on his hip, steadying him as Nolan's legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

"No one's spying around?" Nolan asked immediately as he turned his head towards his open window.

"No, they must have returned to the Chapel for the night," Atticus explained.

Nolan quickly sighed in relief and turned to face his butler. To avoid the Sanction's exhaustive investigation, although against his will, he let his butler do the ritual to turn him into a cat again.

"It's impossible to manage your impulse into doing random rituals. Turning you into a cat will save you the risk." Atticus reasoned out when his Young Master reproved the idea.

He was unsure of what he had done, and there was no proper preparation or materials like he had done before to summon Nerys. All Atticus did was ask him to close his eyes and when he opened it, he was already a black cat again.

Certainly, his butler was not normal, that fact was already known to him.

Atticus arched a brow, a faint smile curling on his lips as he gazed at his Master's face. Nolan's eyes were fixed on him, unblinking. Without warning, Atticus's hand shifted on Nolan's back, his fingers trailing lazily along the curve of his spine, leaving a lingering touch in their wake.

Nolan's eyes widened in surprise as he flinched, arching his body closer to his butler, their face in close proximity "H-hey…! What do you think you're doing?"

"Hmm? You're staring at me, Young Master, is there something on my face?"

"N-no, I wasn't! Put me down!"

"Alright,"

Almost immediately, Atticus loosened his grip on him. Nolan's body began to slip, nearly falling, but he quickly wrapped his arms around Atticus's neck to steady himself.

"W-what are you doing?!" he cried in surprise, his arms firmly wrapped around Atticus's neck.

Atticus chortled and held him close again, "Putting you down as per your command."

Suddenly, Nolan gasped softly as he felt his butler's hand on his backside, lifting him once again. His startled reaction only encouraged Atticus further. With a faint smile, he gave a firm squeeze to Nolan's cheek, causing him to instinctively jerk his hips in response.

"A-Atticus! S-stop that!" Nolan stammered, he could feel his cheeks burning.

"Young Master, I need to hold you closely so you won't fall," Atticus said in a calm voice, but Nolan could see through the dark his teasing smile. "I'll tuck you in bed now, you must be tired."

"I can go to bed on my own! Put me down, I need to get dressed!" Nolan squirmed, prompting Atticus to hold him tightly as he walked towards the bed.

"Stop squirming, Young Master, I might lose my balance, and we might fall."

A little frustrated by his butler's sudden change in behavior, so unlike his usual reserved demeanor, Nolan abruptly grabbed and pulled Atticus's hair, "I don't care! Put me down!" he screamed in annoyance, clearly noticing that his butler was making fun of him.

"Hold...hold on, Young Master quit pulling my hair—"

Nolan didn't listen and continued to pull his hair, "I SAID PUT ME DOWN—AAAHH! ATTICUS!"

Atticus went off balance and tripped, the two fell onto the bed.

"Young Master, I told you to stop pulling my hair. You didn't listen." Atticus said, his face buried into the crook of Nolan's neck as Nolan's arms were tightly wrapped around his head when they fell.

Nolan opened his eyes and before he could react, the door to his bedroom swung open.

"Young Master, are you alright?! I heard a scream, Is something…oh."

Nolan glanced at Sofia who just suddenly barged in his room carrying a candle. Her face was worried, but it immediately turned into confusion as she stared at them curled up on his bed.

"Is that Sofia?" Asked Atticus, his face still buried in Nolan's neck, as he couldn't move due to Nolan's tight grasp on him.

"Am I interrupting…? I-I'm sorry." Sofia apologized before she looked away and quickly slammed the door closed.

"No! Sofia, i-it's not what you think!"

However, Sofia had already run away. Her heart beat fast at what she had seen.

"Lord Benson, your son is gay!" she cried as she ran through the hall, in shock at what she had discovered.

Back in his room, Nolan was dumbfounded to hear Sofia's voice echoing through the hallway outside his room.

"Young Master, will you loosen your grip on me?"

Upon hearing Atticus's voice, Nolan snapped back to his senses and quickly let go of him.

"... I'm sorry," he apologized, embarrassed to realize how he clung to him tightly.

Atticus pushed himself up slightly, his arms steadying him against the mattress as he gazed down at his Master. The room was shrouded in darkness, but the faint warmth radiating from Nolan's flushed face was unmistakable.

"It's alright, Young Master. There's nothing wrong with being gay—"

Nolan didn't let him finish and kicked him in the stomach before he could even finish his sentence. However, Atticus didn't even budge as he still hovered above him. He was clearly amused to see Nolan getting all worked up and flustered.

"This is not how a noble should act, Young Master." he said seriously despite himself, "Kicking is unbecoming of a Loic's younger son."

He reached for Nolan's feet on his stomach and held his ankle. This made Nolan panic and quickly tried to pull his feet from his butler's grasp.

"Let go of me, what do you think you're doing?!"

Atticus pulled back and sat upright, still holding Nolan on his ankle.

Although his whole bedroom had no light and dark, Nolan felt his blood rush to his cheeks. He was basically exposed in front of his butler. He tried to kick him again with his other foot, but Atticus caught it as well.

Nolan gasped, unable to think of anything but how suggestive their position on the bed, feeling so self-conscious of his nakedness.

What's gotten into him? He thought, covering his face with his hands out of embarrassment.

Suddenly, Atticus yanked him closer. Nolan let out a startled yelp, and almost immediately, the already dim surroundings plunged into deeper darkness.

The room fell eerily silent as an impenetrable blackness consumed everything in Nolan's vision. It was as if he had gone blind; no matter how wide he opened his eyes, the overwhelming darkness was all he could see.

"Atticus, what's happening…?"

Atticus securely hugged Nolan, wrapping his arms around his master. He reached for the blanket and quickly wrapped Nolan with it.

"Close your eyes, Young Master."

Nolan didn't ask further. He immediately buried his face in the crook of Atticus's neck and shut his eyes close.

Certainly, the Sanction could not pull up something like that.

"Don't be scared, Young Master. I'm here."

As he heard Atticus's soothing and reassuring voice, Nolan nuzzled closer to him and didn't say anything. Whatever was going to happen, he had his butler with him.

The pure darkness loomed over them along with the eerie silence. If Atticus wasn't securely holding Nolan, the latter might have been in complete panic. 

After a long minute of complete silence, a chuckle of amusement was heard, followed by a male voice.

"Is that the bride you have chosen, Atticus?"