[C5]Past Bedtime

Continuation of Milo's POV:

I somehow managed to finish all the books before he was done and rolled off the couch, feeling hungry again as I got to my feet and bit my bottom lip, slowly inching towards the door curiously as I looked around the room. I'd come back to check on him.... 

"Where are you going?" I heard him ask me from the desk. I froze up and then looked back at him before I blushed. Caught. 

"N-nowhere," I told him, giving him a nervous, innocent smile. 

"Don't lie," he told me firmly. His eyes were like daggers on me. "I'm your maker." I tensed up and then nodded quickly. 

"Y-yes sir," I whispered, my body trembling slightly as I felt like he was going to get me. His eyes softened as he watched me. 

"Well... where were you going?" He asked and motioned for me to sit back down. I hesitantly walked back to the couch and sat back down. 

"To explore," I mumbled, watching him. 

"Remember Silas?" He asked me. "I don't want you alone with Silas under the same roof as us." He told me casually. "You can go pick out another book to read to keep yourself occupied. Remember that if you ever need anything you need to talk to me about it. Be honest with me. You're my fledgling and I need to know everything that is going on with you. I'm here to help you- teach you." I blushed and nodded. He did tell me to tell him when I get hungry... I guess I should say something then. 

"W-well... I'm also a little hungry," I whispered to him, admitting it. 

"Thank you for telling me that," he purred and uncovered a phone on his desk and picked it up. He dialed a number. "Send a bottle of blood to my study. Make that two." He hung up and sat the phone down. "There, we'll have your hunger tamed soon." I smiled and relaxed a little before I nodded. 

"Mkay," I purred softly then got to my feet, bouncing over to a bookshelf. He picked up an envelope off his desk and used a letter opener to rip it open. He pulled out a thin piece of paper from inside and tilted the envelop over, letting gold pieces fall out onto the desk. He opened the slip of paper, letting his eyes scan over it. I glanced at him and then smiled softly as I watched him closely. I'm glad that he is my maker if anyone had to be my maker.... I grabbed a book off the shelf and then walked over to his desk, sitting by a chair in it. He picked up the pieces of gold and opened a drawer in his desk and dropped them inside. He sat the envelop aside with the letter and went for another envelop. I watched him out of the corner of my eyes and smiled a little before I opened my book to read it, swinging my feet back and forth happily. The door opened to the study and a maid walked in with two bottles of red liquid on a tray. 

"Right over here," Lyle told her. "One for me and the other goes to my fledgling." 

"Yes sir," she said calmly. I looked up in excitement before I shut the book, setting it aside as I waited, not wanting to seem to eager and get scolded. Would I get scolded? I glanced at Lyle, trying to calm down like him. The maid walked up to Lyle first and sat the tray down on his desk, picking up a bottle and opening it for him. She handed it to him before taking the tray to me and sat it down on the table. She opened the remaining bottle and gave it to me. She took the tray and left us immediately after. I looked towards the bottle and then took a sip of it, a slight moan escaping my lips as I started to feel better and my body relaxed, practically melting into the seat as I started to drink it happily. Lyle sucked down the blood in his bottle, sitting it down when he finished and went back to his paper work. I looked towards him and smiled, finishing mine before I sat it down and then got to my feet, walking over to him and then behind him before I hugged him. 

"Thank you mas- Lyle," I quickly corrected myself, blushing as I realized I almost called him master out loud. He looked over his shoulder at me and purred. 

"I'm pleased you shared with me you were hungry," he reached up and patted my arm. I smiled at him before I nodded then let go, looking him over before I gently started to massage his shoulders, knowing I loved it when my sister used to do it for me when she stayed with me. 

"Uh huh," I whispered softly. He let out a small moan and leaned back against the chair. I laughed a little. He must not get many massages.... I purred and started to massage him a little harder, working into the tight spots on him, working out knots in his muscles. He reached out for a new envelope and opened it, pulling out a slip of paper and unfolded it. I smiled and focused on his massage while he read it, taking great care with him as I wanted to make him as relaxed as possible and make this enjoyable. After all, it's got to be rough for him to constantly read lots of letters and stuff about king business all by himself. I'm his first fledgling. I want to make sure I'm there for him like he wants to be for me. I purred and leaned a little into the massage, getting out another knot and hitting a pressure point on his back. He let out another soft moan before picking up his phone and I caught him dialing Everest's number before he pressed his phone to his ear. 

"Everest, tomorrow night we'll be having guests for dinner." Lyle told him. 

"Oh, okay. I'll tell the maids to set out extra places," I heard Everest purr into the phone. "Is that everything you needed Lyle?" 

"They're going to have to stay the day as well. So prepare bedrooms. I also want you to get a journal and pens for my fledgling. If it's not too much of a bother." 

"Of course~! I would love to get Milo a journal and some pens! I said anything, didn't I?" Everest laughed. "I'll even take him out for a day if you want some time to yourself anytime soon~ Show him the city as a vampire~" 

"Pens and a journal will do. Just make sure things will be ready for our guests." Lyle told him calmly.

"Alright," Everest told him and hung up then. I smiled and then started to lean more into his back, putting my weight into the massage for him as I started on his upper lower back now. He sat his phone down and relaxed against my touch. 

"Does this feel good?" I asked him sweetly, purring into his ear as I leaned in towards it. 

"Yeah, that feels good." He reached up and grabbed my hand, rubbing it. I blushed a little then nodded. 

"Mkay... I'll do this for you then when you work," I mumbled to him and then turned my attention back to my work, going to tug my hand away from his to continue. He let my hand go and went back to focusing on the papers. After awhile of this, I moved my hands back to his shoulders and started to massage near his neck and towards his front slightly, trying to get his shoulders good to get all the stress out of him, slipping my hands a little towards his chest. He grabbed my hands and looked towards me. 

"That's enough. Go sit down." He looked me over then. I frowned slightly, not seeing the problem but I nodded. 

"Okay," I whispered then smiled at him, pulling away before I bounced over to my seat and sat down on it then laid out on the couch. I wonder why he all of a sudden told me to stop? Maybe it doesn't feel good after a long time... or maybe he was wanting to read something sensitive.... Oh well. I sighed softly as I looked up at the ceiling, wondering exactly how high up it was. He pulled out a pen and paper from in his desk and started to write. I glanced his way and then smiled. So that's what it was.... He was wanting to write a letter. That makes sense. I'd want that to be private too. I rolled over onto my stomach and then looked around the room before I laid my head down and closed my eyes, deciding to get a nap in before he was done. He'd wake me up.... I heard the pen running against the paper as he wrote quickly. Must be important.... I smiled softly as I listened to it, the familiar sound lulling me to sleep. 

Lyle's POV:

I felt the sun starting to rise over the horizon, making me more aware of the time. I finished up my last letter to be sent out then sorted everything for the maids to take care of during the day. They'd know by how I piled the papers. I looked up towards Milo and gave a pleasing purr to him. He fell asleep. That's very common for fledglings to do. Often unable to stay up full nights. It's part of the changing. I moved to my feet after finishing my piles and walked over to him. I reached down and scooped him up into my arms, starting for the door. It opened as a maid came in. 

"I was just about to inform you of the time," she said quickly and held the door open for me. "Good day, King Lyle." 

"Good day," I purred and started down the hall with Milo in my arms. As I walked down the hall, maids and butlers were closing curtains to prevent the light from getting in. Milo stirred slightly in my arms before he leaned his face into my chest, hiding his face from the lights of the hallways as he wrapped his arms around my neck instinctively, innocent looking as his body sighed softly and he breathed my scent in. 

"King Lyle, we're getting the curtains closed as quickly as we can." A butler said as I passed him. "Stay out of the light- you're going to hurt your flesh." 

"Don't worry, the sun isn't up yet and I'm on my way to my room." I told him. 

"Lyle?! Is that you?" I heard Everest from behind me. I heard his footsteps racing after me. "What are you still doing up? You know better than that... if you got hurt, Silas would take advantage of it.... The sun could come up at any minute!" 

"Why are you not in the bed?" I shot back. "I'm heading there now. You should be on your way as well." I looked towards him with a smile. He smiled at me. 

"Fair enough," he said and then produced a black leather journal with a golden M sewn into it. "I got Milo his own journal and some pens," he told me and then slipped them into my pockets before he smirked and stole Milo from me. "Let me," he purred at me then watched as Milo instinctively curled up in his arms. "Aww, I see why you turned him. He's cute. He'll make a real good first fledgling for you. It's always better when they're adorable and innocent like that." 

"Still young and tired from transforming," I heard Sylar say from behind us. "You two are up past dawn. Rebels." 

"I had to put our sister to bed and get the notebook for Milo," Everest defended, giving a smirk. "You know she doesn't go to sleep very well unless she feeds and is tucked in." 

"So I heard we're having guests tomorrow.... Who's coming?" Sylar wondered. 

"I'll tell you tonight," I said softly. I looked towards Milo to check on him. He didn't seem to be taking to Everest like he did me, not even wrapping his arms around Everest's neck instinctively to avoid falling. 

"You two need to get to bed," I warned them. "As your king, I order it. Hand over my fledgling and get going." Everest laughed slightly. 

"No way! Let me walk you to your room as your brother, not your subject," he told me and smiled. 

"I'd much rather you two head to your own rooms while I get to mine." I sighed out. 

"Then send Sylar to bed. I can make it on my own," Everest hummed out then started to walk ahead of me with my fledgling. 

"Sylar, go to bed." I told him firmly. 

"Only because I'm wanting to." Sylar grumbled and walked away from us. I looked towards Everest. 

"Are you sure?" I asked him. He looked at me and smiled. 

"Yeah, what are brothers for? I'll carry him. You work too hard," he told me and then held Milo close. "Besides, I miss having a fledgling around me. All mine are grown and already left me." 

"Well you should get a new one," I suggested and lead him towards my bedroom. "Go out sometime soon. I won't mind." 

"It takes a while to find one like Milo though," Everest mumbled. He sighed as we reached my bedroom then looked up at me with a smile. "Take real good care of him, alright? Don't betray his attachment to you. If you lose it, it'll be gone forever." 

"Everest, he's my first fledgling. He'll probably be my only one. I'm never going to let this one go so quickly." I stole Milo back and went into my room, shutting the door behind me. I walked over to the bed and laid Milo down in it then crawled in with him. He curled up into the bed and nuzzled his face against the sheets, a small smile playing on his lips before he leaned his head against my chest. 

"Master," he mumbled in his sleep happily, curling up to my side. He called me master... In his sleep... I ran my fingers through his hair and closed my eyes, falling asleep with my sweet fledgling.