When the Master had spent the night with Pierre, he studied his behavior. Not that he hadn't done the same with the rest of the men so far. It was simply a different experience from the others.

Pierre's behavior was a bit exceptional and peculiar, so much it needed extra attention.

He understood being shy but the French man was clearly conflicted by something that ran deeper. He left it at that because he wasn't one to meddle in things that didn't concern him.

Feelings... ugh.

He noticed the way Pierre avoided his eyes. There weren't really many people who could hold his gaze and look him directly in the eye for a long time but Pierre went out of his way to avoid anywhere near his face.

A constant blush was evident on his features throughout the entire ordeal. In all sense of the matter, he acted like he was in an interrogation.

"Are you scared of me?" the Master asked and Pierre shrunk further. As if his voice was a grenade, limited only to a pin and waiting to explode.

"N-not necessarily," he replied in a thick French accent, words laced in uncertainty with the littlest undertones of fear.

"Hmm..." said the Master.

He noticed that Pierre had gripped the pillow in his hand tighter. For some reason the intensity of the situation had just doubled for the other man, just because he'd spoken a few words.

The Master cocked his head.

"Why did you sign that paper? I know you don't want to be here."

He didn't need an affirmation that his words were true, he knew they were. Pierre's body language screamed it all out.

"I don't know," he replied.

"Nice try," he said and ran a finger down the man's stiff back. "I'm not the one to lie to, and besides, sooner or later I find out everything."

Almost nothing escaped the Master's eye. Ever. He noticed everyone and everything. Their little quirks, the tiny body movements nobody thought were important, but actually told way more about a person.

Over the years, he'd told all there was to a person just but analysing the little reactions they or their bodies made to the things he'd said.

The movement of a finger, the quickening of a breath, a slight withdrawal of a hand or a subtle aversion of a gaze. Every single thing was important. And now Pierre was giving out too much.

"I- okay I- err..." he watched Pierre struggle to find the words. "A-alright I signed it for the money."

"Really? The money, that's all?" The Master asked with what could almost pass as a scoff.

"Oui," Pierre nodded, as if convincing himself of it only just now. "That's all."

The Master got between the sheets next to Pierre, touching him with skillful hands. His skin was soft under his touch as he squeezed the smoothness lightly.

Pierre gasped, quite shocked at the onslaught. He still wouldn't turn his head to look at the Master even if he kept on pulling closer.

A hand went over to tighten itself over Pierre's stomach, it was almost like they were spooning. He wanted to break away, move off the bed, anything but those hands touching him there.

Seconds later, he felt a hot breath against the shell of his ear, then teeth grazed his lobe and he heard a word whispered in his ear.

"Liar."

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When Noah had received the message, it had said the that the last night could be really special. He didn't deserve it, but was a little flattered it was him.

He wasn't nervous as he made his way to the Master's side of the house. And when he'd got in, he hadn't seen him at first.

The Master sat on a chair regarding him with no expression on his face. He didn't react when the door had been open. He remained rigid on the big chair, he never slouched and his posture was perfectly upright.

Noah didn't know what to do, he didn't know whether to speak or just watch back. Should he just assume a seat on the bed opposite the man or should he speak?

"Sit."

Oh thank God.

Noah went to sit where the Master had motioned. And it was right across him on the bed. Blue-grey eyes followed his every move.

He didn't think he would tonight but Noah was now starting to feel self conscious. What was with all the silence?

Even as the Master looked at him, Noah couldn't tell if he was trying to study him or trying to get a reaction out of him because he gave nothing away. Only locked him in a heated, smoldering gaze.

Noah couldn't take it anymore, he looked down. Anywhere but those eyes. This was turning out so much what he wasn't expecting.

"Good," he heard the deep voice say. And he suddenly got the feeling that he was being put under some sort of test.

"You are the one I'm most interested in." The Master shifted in his seat. "Do you like that you are here? That you were chosen?"

He couldn't for the life of him understand why he was being asked this question. What was it that the Master wanted to know? Not that he didn't know everything already.

"I just wanted to see the psycho behind all this," Noah said in all honesty.

"Oh? That's all?" There was a grin on the Master's face. If the words affected the Master in any way, he didn't show it.

"I-I...and-"

"Now you can't speak?"

"Why are you t-taking everything off?" Noah's voice quivered.

Surely enough, the Master remained in boxer briefs as he took off his clothes. But it didn't make sense, because the Master sat back in his chair.

Now he was more exposed. His glorious body on display as Noah felt a tightening in his own pants.

"Because I feel like it."

Noah knew then and there, the type of person he was. He was the cocky type, most of the times blessed with extremely good looks and the type of confidence that was impossible to fake.

"You're going to put on a show for me," the Master said and for some reason Noah felt like he was treading on dangerous ground.

"W-wha... what do you-"

"Grope yourself," the Master's voice was absolute.

Noah didn't want to admit it but it sort of turned him on. Shaky fingers went ahead to his own crotch. Slowly, Noah moved his hands, rubbing himself.

"Not bad. But not good enough," the half naked man said. "Look at me."

Noah looked at the Master but kept on averting his gaze. It was so hard. To just look at him like that. His eyes were just too intense.

"Don't make me repeat myself." Noah heard the finality to his voice and this time, his eyes stayed glued to him.

"Good, now do it again." The Master's eyes never wavered as he watched Noah, expecting nothing short of what he'd asked.

The latter's dick twitched in his hands. He stroked himself as he watched the Master. He started slowly under the scrutiny of the one before him.

Noah's chest rose and fell with the sensations that were now going through him. The unchanging hard glare from the Master, his sexy, sexy lips. Oh how he wanted.

He wanted to trail his eyes all over his body but the eyes that constantly looked into his soul held him in place.

His breaths were now coming out hot as he pumped himself faster, sounds from an unknown language falling off his mouth. The Master kept watching.

Shudders rolled through Noah's body as his cock swelled and released his seed. He felt a few warm drops on his stomach and a lot of it on his hand. He'd never jerked off like this, it was a hundred times more intense, with someone watching him so closely.

When his breathing started to normalize, he met the Master's eyes and saw the smirk on his face. Like a fiend with a secret, the Master had kept silent the entire time.

"How did that feel?" he asked Noah. Even if he didn't need to.

"So good Daddy," Noah had a moony smile. "It was..."

"Hmm... that was quite the show. You even have me so hard," The Master said, still not going anywhere near his own man parts, and still not touching Noah.

There was so much tension in the room and the air between them. It got worse because the Master got closer to him, eyes looking so sinful and wanton.

Noah saw the bulge in his pants. In fact, and just for clarity, Noah saw the big bulge in his pants. And he was hot once again. His palms were getting a little clammy because of the desire coursing through him.

He wanted to touch it. To pull down that zipper and let his erection spring free, and then to cover it with his mouth. He knew he would do such a good job, there was no doubt.

"Will you do it to me now? Daddy, I want that inside me, please." Noah said it despite knowing that it was the horniness thinking for him.

He was needy and he knew it. Hell he hadn't even thought he was going to orgasm under the Master's intense gaze when he'd walked in through the door.

Didn't even think he'd get hot for him. At least not tonight. But now, he would admit selfishly, he wanted everything.

This? For all that money? Nothing could have been easier. Tingly sensations still coursed through his body, making it boil with pleasure.

"I don't know, beg for it a little harder."

"S- Daddy, please fuck me... I want you please,"

The Master chuckled darkly as the other man's eyes stuck to him. He had his undivided attention evident from all his eagerness.

He went to stand before him and the other man became delighted. Already reaching out for the Master's pants.

Confusion etched all over his face when the Master's hands closed around his wrists stopping him. He raised the hand a little higher as he smirked at Noah.

"W-wha-" Noah began to ask but the words refused to leave his mouth.

The response was what sent the shock waves rolling through his body when he heard it.

"You're disqualified."