Fic: Of Hairbrushes and Men
Duke Rufus Barma was a very private person, and few people knew much about him. It was well known that he loved fans, since he always had a fan with him. It was less known that he loved hairbrushes; this was a secret, and for a good reason.
“Duke Barma collects hairbrushes, ah?” said Xerxes Break, chuckling. “Perhaps he’s trying to find just the right one which can tame that ahoge of his.”
Reim Lunettes tried to suppress a smile.
“Mmm, Reim you know something you’re not letting on, aren’t you?”
Reim smiled and nodded.
“It’s a secret. Duke Barma would be very upset if anyone found out.”
“Well, I was very upset when he told you all the secret about my past,” said Break, suddenly looking stern. “So I think I have a score to settle with him.”
He stood right in front of Reim and looked him directly in the eye.
“You’ll tell me the secret now, won’t you, Reim-san?”
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The next morning, Rufus Barma was relaxing in a chaise lounge in his dressing room, having his hair combed out by Reim. His long red tresses cascaded over the back of the chair and nearly touched the floor.
“I’m so glad you’re able to do this for me today, Reim,” said Rufus. “Ever since Sheryl’s hands became arthritic, I rarely get this pleasure.” A smile slowly crept onto his face, and his eyes closed.
“Not a problem,” said Reim, gently pulling the silver comb through to tease out the knots.
“When you’re done with the knots, Reim, would you mind switching to the boar bristle brush over there?”
“The one with the gold inlay handle, right?”
“Yes,” said Rufus. “You know me well.”
A few moments later, Reim put the silver comb on the nightstand, picked up the gold inlay brush, and started stroking his lord’s long silky hair with it.
Rufus closed his eyes again; his breathing became more rapid and shallow as Reim gently caressed his hair with the brush. He squirmed on the chaise lounge, adjusting his clothing a bit.
Break was watching all this from the cabinet, and when Reim nodded in his direction, he crept out quietly and stood behind Rufus. Ever so carefully, without missing a stroke, Break took the brush from Reim’s hands, and took over the brushing ritual.
“Reim,” pleaded Rufus, his voice quivering. “Brush my…special lock of hair in the front, would you?”
Break grinned slyly and did as requested, stroking the ahoge with his hands and the hairbrush by turns, just as Reim had instructed him.
Rufus grew breathless and agitated, and wrapped his arms around himself, trying to get a grip on the feeling that was slowly overwhelming him.
Break wrapped the lock around his finger and twirled it around and around, while smoothing the Duke’s hairline with the brush.
“Ohhh,” moaned Rufus. “That’s a wonderful new technique. What gave you the idea…”
Just then Rufus opened his eyes, saw the white-haired man standing over him instead of his brown-haired servant, and nearly fell out of the lounge chair.
“You!” said Rufus, looking at Break. “Where’s Reim? He looked around the room but didn’t see him, then looked back at Break. For a moment he thought Reim had somehow used an illusion technique to turn into someone who merely looked like Break. But as a master of illusion, he could tell that the man standing in front of him was the real thing - the one-eyed, mass murdering, candy-loving clown.
Break handed him his hairbrush.
“Now we’re even on knowing each other’s embarrassing secrets, ah?”
Chapter 2
“Well you must admit, Duke Barma, that my technique was quite good,” Break said, tapping his finger against his chin. “You were really enjoying it, ah?” He laughed an evil laugh.
“How dare you!” Rufus smacked him across the face with his hairbrush, first with the smooth side, next with the bristle side.
Break just smiled and sighed.
“That felt niii-ice!”
Rufus scowled, went over to his dresser and chose a different hairbrush, one that was less special to him. No sense ruining a good brush on this evil man. He strode over to Break and smacked him again repeatedly across the face with a large wooden paddle brush.
“We seem to have something in common,” said Break, grinning. “We both enjoy hairbrushes…each in our own special way.”
Reim stepped into the room just then and saw his lord hitting his friend’s face.
“Please stop!” he jumped in front of Break to protect him, and Rufus smacked him on the forehead with the brush.
“If you’re enjoying it, Kevin Regnard,” said Rufus, sneering. “I won’t do it anymore.”
Break put his arms around Reim from behind and held him close. Reim gasped and put his hands on Break’s arms, worried what his lord might think.
“Did you know, Rufus-sama, that Reim also enjoys the pleasure a good hairbrush can give?”
Rufus looked perplexed. “How can it be that I didn’t know this?”
Break reached over to the dresser and selected a natural bristle brush with a bronze handle.
“Roll up your sleeves, Reim,” requested Break.
Reim did so, and took a couple of deep breaths in nervous anticipation.
Break stroked his wrists, as well as the crease inside his elbows, with the bristle side of the brush, then said,
“If you take off his trousers, Rufus-sama, I can show you more.”
Reim tried to protest, but he knew what was coming and how much he loved it.
His curiosity getting the better of him, Rufus hastily took off his servant’s trousers.
“How do you know so much about my servant?” Rufus asked.
“Oh, I’ve taken the time to learn what he likes,” said Break, running the bristle side of the brush up and down Reim’s thighs. “Because I know the best way to make myself feel good is to make him feel good.”
Reim quivered and moaned as the brush grazed the back of his knees, then the back of his thighs, then the front of his thighs...
“Let me try that,” said Rufus, snatching the hairbrush from Break. He stroked and tickled Reim’s body with the brush until his servant was half way to delirium.
“This is useful information,” said Rufus thoughtfully. “Reim, would you brush my hair more often if we…did a bit of trade like this?”
Reim nodded, unable to think clearly past the present moment, and then reached up to touch Rufus’ hair. His fingers combed through it with renewed enthusiasm, and he twisted his forelock around his finger until Rufus was sighing and nearly swooning. The two men fell onto the chaise lounge, with Rufus on top.
Break meanwhile, was standing back feeling a bit left out. His natural response was to do something that would annoy the other two. Seeing Reim nearly naked while Rufus was fully clothed seemed a disparity that he should try to remedy. So he started pulling Rufus’ clothes off, hoping the Duke was too distracted to notice what he was doing. But as soon as Rufus felt Break trying to undo his trousers, he smacked him with a hairbrush.
“Ah, finally you’re letting me play, too!” Break said, smiling widely. “Hit me again, Rufus-sama.”
Soon, all three of them were frolicking on the lounge chair…Rufus smacking Break with a brush, Break tickling Reim with another brush, and Reim playing with Rufus’s hair…all of them trying to pull each other’s clothes off. It wasn’t long before they were all nearly naked and sweaty, but then…
…came a knock at the door.
“Ruf dear? Can I come in?”
“Uh…just a moment, Sheryl…” Rufus hastily dressed while the other two climbed into the cabinet with their clothes half-on.
“Wait,” hissed Rufus, just before Break and Reim closed the door. He put his finger up to his mouth, “This is a secret. Between us.”
Reim nodded most seriously, while Break put his finger up to his mouth and grinned.