Twysted sat in a lounge chair, that was currently positioned to the right of the deck. As he looked over the deck, at the Valley below, he noticed that the people down there all  looked like little ants. For some odd reason, he had the urge to throw something over the deck, and watch as they all squirmed away, but at the moment he was far too tired to even stand let alone throw something off a deck. The medicine he had just created made sure of that.

Tilting his head slightly, Twysted looked up towards the sky, mildly enjoying the Bald Eagles that slowly circled the air above, looking for prey. He suddenly had the desire to know what it would be like if one of the eagles went crazy. Would one try to save him or would it deem it unworthy of saving and then go on an assault until the creature was lifeless. 

Just as Twysted closed his eyes and moved his head back, he felt someone step out onto the marbled deck. Although he'd rather this person not make an approach, he knew they would. He sometimes wished that everyone would leave him alone, the way his parents did. Not everyone was as frightened of him as they were.

"Master, it's time to eat, you must eat. If not, then you won't be able to take what's needed." Twysted raised his head long before he opened his eyes. He knew who was there yet didn't want to see the eyes of who was before him, look at him as if he was some disease.

Raising his arms above his head, he stretched until he heard a satisfying pop. Twysted then turned around and made his way inside. He looked around and wondered what life would've been like, if indeed, his parents had cared for his well-being. Would he have been cared for the way he needed to be? 

He knew his parents were only trying to keep his secret safe. If he were to be in the same position he'd do the same thing. However, his parents were mistaken and will always be mistaken if they ever thought he would surrender to them. 

Right now, he knew he had no choice but to do what was asked of him. He had a feeling the medicine he was taking now was going to be just like the rest of them, crap. He knew, in a few months time, that his body will soon come to resist the medicine and that his parents would go asking for a stronger remedy. 

Like always, the doctors would always suggest for him to be seen in a private facility. His parents would always reply; "No! We can't do that, we have a reputation!" then they would find someone outside of their paid staff to give them the medicine he required. Then like always, his parents disappeared once more.

Twysted was used to all of this. Shaking his head, he silently made his way to the dining table. Sometimes, he wished he had some sort of company that would help him pass time. The only friend he had ever had is no longer among the living. 

His parents were outraged when they came home to find the poor boy dead, laying in a pool of his own blood. "Why'd you do it?!" they asked Twysted. He simply replied with a shrug "He was annoying me and wouldn't bugger off-".

 Once those words left Twysted's mouth his father paled and his mother let out a shriek, one you would've heard in the Tarzan movie. After that day, his parents knew to keep him away from all kids and people and to keep him regularly medicated.

 To everyone's surprise though, Twysted never dared to hurt his Butler, Nav. For an unknown reason, Twysted has never had any desire to hurt the guy.

As Nav sat down, across from Twysted, he smiled and said "The chef will be out in just a moment with your dinner." He looked over the table and nodded. Nav knew by now the boy wouldn't say a word to him. 

Not since the time Twysted walked in on Nav and his boyfriend. A normal thought would be to rat the person out or even go as far as harming him but to his surprise Twysted didn't do or say anything about it.

A few minutes later, Twysted was graced with the chef walking in and placing his food in front of him. He smiled lightly at the dish. If his parents were to know what he was eating, a hissy fit was sure to come but in his opinion, macaroni and cheese was truly the best.

 Twysted always had a soft spot for simple food. Twysted gracefully held his fork and placed it on the edge of the plate, just long enough to give him the opportunity of quickly grabbing a satin napkin and placing it on his lap. He slowly brought his hand to the fork and gripped it loosely, as he dove in, into the delicious dish before him. As he ate many thoughts were running through his head. One thought included a plan to get rid of the doctors.

Just as he was about to finish his dish, he realized his head was getting quite heavy. That sneaky chef of his had snuck some sleeping medicine into his food. Just as Twysted's head was about to hit the table, he glanced and saw Nav running to his aid. Twysted knew Nav would get to him before his head hit the table. He smiled, just as his heavy eye lids began to close. 

Sighing, Nav walked over to Twysted's dark bed and gently laid the boy down in a comfortable position. He looked down at the blackened out boy and smiled slightly at how peaceful he was, before turning and leaving the room. Once again, seeing the keyboard he got curious. 

He logged in then realized he shouldn't have and went downstairs instead. Just as he reached the last step a thought came to mind, "What would it be like being Twysted? Having parents like his-"

Nav looked around the main floor and wondered on how to pass time. It was only six o'clock and the master was already "asleep". The whole house is probably at ease right now knowing their master is dead asleep. They all acted as if the poor boy was the devil himself.

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What would happen if he really ticked Twysted off? Would he let it slide like last time (when Twysted walked in on Nav and his fiancé' Ryile) or would something dreadful happen? 

Ryile is from a family of fortune but due to his loss, Nav had broke the engagement off. He decided to stay here with Twysted instead. Ryile had said he felt as if his heart didn't belong to him anymore.

 The man himself doubted everything that Ryile said because he didn't want go near nor acknowledge the fact that he cared more about Twysted then he'd like to admit. He still hasn't come to terms yet with what he feels for the young boy. Even now, after five years.

In all honestly, he liked that he hadn't because if he would allow himself to dwell on it for too long, Nav knew that he would indeed give into desire for the boy and say or do something he would come to regret down the road. 

So shaking his head, the man walked in the direction lead to the kitchen. Although he just ate, Nav wanted A gooey and sweet treat to take his mind off Twysted and the feelings he didn't want to acknowledge.

Nav wondered if Twysted ever knew the reason why he stayed. Does he look at Nav as another one of his useless servants? Nav wished that masters parents would just let Twysted live with his sister... if she was alive.

 He knew in order for them to tell him anything, they needed a reason given. Sadly, the man knew that he Would and never could give them a good enough reason to divulge the information he so badly desired.

 Even using Twysted against them wouldn't work. In their eyes, he was nothing but a piece of trash. Something they wished was never brought into this world.

As Nav finally reached the kitchen, he pushed open the glass door and froze as he took a step. There, standing right in front of him, covered in dry blood, was no other than Ryile. 

Nav knew if he dared to ask what was wrong, Ryile wouldn't admit to it. He was too much of a proud man. If the man himself was here, then something was terribly wrong. Something  tragic, when Ryile was involved.

Shaking away the strong urge to ask what was wrong, Nav made his way around the room and stood in front of Ryile. "I... I let myself in- I still had the key." Ryile stuttered, trying to make no eye contact. 

Nav blinked a few times before responding, "Ryile, what are you doing here? You shouldn't have the key- you yourself told me my heart wasn't yours anymore." Ryile let his head fall down for a few seconds. He still couldn't believe he let a man, like Nav, go. 

This house here seemed more like home to him than any other building in the world. Nav was the man he left all those years ago for a sick jealousy act. All because he was letting Twysted control him? All because Nav listened? Now his life is in shambles without him. 

Ryile could tell Nav felt the same way as he did. The heart racing and sweaty palms proved just that. Slowly, he allowed his eyes connect with grey ones ,belonging to Nav who stood just a few steps from him. 

Before he could do anything else, Nav interrupted, "Come. I need to get you cleaned up. We can't talk with distractions." 

Nav quickly exited the kitchen and swiftly made his way into a room with a white door. A room that was his. Once inside, Nav ordered Ryile to bathe while he go fetch some clean clothes.

 Instead of bathing right away, Ryile looked around the room for a few more moments, clearly remembering the memories made as if it was yesterday. No matter how many times Ryile had been in this room, he always seemed to be amazed by it. An employee seemed to have a better set-up than he himself had, at his own family mansion.

Stripping out of his bloody clothes, Ryile slowly walked over to the security code, unlocked it and hopped into the shower. He was surprised he still remembered the key. After he was inside the shower, he then chose a temperature and soap.

Just as the water hit Ryile's back, his tensed shoulders relaxed. After a few moments he had cleaned his body with a scented body wash and had the robotic hands massage his scalp with shampoo. As soon as he was all washed off, he decided it was enough and to not waste anymore water.

He stepped out of the shower, surprised to see Nav sitting there, with  legs crossed. "Here, put this robe on- I've left a pair of clothing on the bed. I'll give you some food, then we shall talk." Nav kept a straight face.

Once dried off, Ryile exited the bathroom and decided to get dressed. As he did a once over of the clothing left resting on the bed, he realized it was none other than his own. "I would never have thought he would ever keep anything of mine after the split." he smiled at the thought. 

Nav seemed to know what he was thinking too, "I did not keep that outfit for the reasons you are thinking. I had worn it once remember? I must've thought of it as my own, has some sort of value I guess. Anyways, get changed." the man nodded his head. 

Nav looks as he realizes Ryile's back seemed to be vibrating, meaning he was laughing. As soon as the robe fell, Nav turned his head but was a tad late. His cock hardened instantly. 

He may not be with the man but it was hard ignoring a man with such beauty. Nav then waited for him to get changed, then they both made their way back to kitchen.

The first thing Ryile noticed when he entered the kitchen was all the delicious food that lay out in front of him. He was sure he just died and went to heaven. Both men soon grabbed plates, without a word, and filled both up. As Nav began eating his gooey, chocolate decker cake, he let out a surprising moan, which soon lead Ryile to widen his eyes.

Nav was enjoying the responses he was getting from Ryiles, so he continued on moaning innocently, loving the agonizing pain he seemed to be putting Ryiles in. Once both men had finished eating Nav asked the question he was trying to avoid. "Why are you here?" he kept a serious face.

"Because Nav! I needed to be somewhere safe and this is probably the safest place around. Everyone's scared of Twysted, they wouldn't dare step a foot in here. You did say if I needed a play to stay the doors are always open." Ryiles tried reasoning. 

The man looked across the table and saw more than one emotion pass through his ex-lovers eyes. He wasn't sure what the man was thinking so he left it at that.

"Well... are you going to tell me what the hell you did this time, blood soaked and ready to die?" Nav questioned bravely.
 
"Why the heck do you think I did something?!" Ry raised his voice.
"You're always bloody finding trouble these days, just explain. I have no time for this." Nav sighed, feeling overcome by love, hate and hundreds of more feelings. 

"Well Nav, tell me what you think of this- Your master's parents are at it again. Killing innocent people who have an opinion that isn't theirs. They've recently taken a fifteen year old girl for God's sake. Your master's father had said he needed a heir and she would be just that-" Ryiles spat out the words, as if they were burning his tongue. "Who was the girl Ry? You look more over worked than I'd expected." Nav wondered out loud.

"She was my cousin... Maryacha. I told them that I was going to give away everything for her and all they did was laugh. Laugh oh lord laugh! They told their goons to destroy me and anyone else who lays in their path!
 I wouldn't have come here if it wasn't urgent. You know it is now..." Rage was still pumping through Ry's blood.

Nav knew the man sitting across him was out of options. He wished he could guarantee his safety within these walls but both Ryile and Nav knew he couldn't. What else did Ryile want?

Before either of them could speak again, The door to the kitchen squeaked open as both of their mouths hung wide open-