Arranged Melancholia

Sorry i haven't updated in a while, but i been kinda busy lately...so, here ya go ;)

The next day, Darren was still incredibly sore form the previous night's forced entry by his husband. His walking was a bit odd, and Hugh made sure he kne he was offending him with his lack of precision in step.
"Go out to the barn and fetch some eggs! You're going to earn your keep around here!" Hugh barked into his face. Daniel watched from the doorway, and followed Darren a few moments after his departure.
"Oh, Baby, what did he do to you?" Daniel cried, enveloping Darren in a warm, tender embrace.
"He was angry that i wasn't home right away last night, so he showed me where my place was," Darren said, crying into Daniel.
"That bastard, I'll kill him someday, I really will," Daniel said, disgusted that his love had been hurt so badly.
"There isn't much time, he'll start to wonder," Darren said drying his eyes on his apron. He quickly gathered up the eggs and turned to leave, but Daniel grabbed his arm and planted a sweet kiss on his swollen lips.
"I'll get us out of this mess, I promise," he whispered as Darren hurried away, afraid to anger Hugh. When he got inside Hugh was waiting for him.
"What kept you, my dear?" he asked maliciously.
"I, uh, wanted to make sure you got the best eggs for your breakfast, my lord," he stammered, afraid of another beating.
"Well, they'd better be good then. Now get in the kitchen and help the other servants. No wife of mine is going to laze around when there's food to be put on the table!" Hugh spat. Darren scurried into the kitchen to where the other servants were.
"My, lord, what are you doing in here?" a plump woman asked him. "The kitchen is no place for a baron," she teased.
"I thought i should help prepare breakfast for my husband," he stammered. "It might be meaningful for my love to be in his meal. In fact, would you mind if I took care of his breakfast this morning?"
"Not at all, my lord, help yourself," the ladies went outside to slaughter the chicken that would be dinner that night. Darren dutifully prepared the meal, and leapt about half a mile when Daniel entered the room.
"Is that his plate?" Daniel asked, eyeing the plate that cintained the larget portions and the most elaborately arranged courses.
"Yes," Darren whispered. "It doesn't mean anything, the niceness of it, really. Please don't be angry with me. I only wanted to avoid a lashing," He continued on the brink of tears.
"Aww, darling, that's not why i asked," Daniel said, half giggling as he pulled Darren close, "I only wanted to know which plate to spit in." the two shared a laugh and a quick kiss before it was time for Darren to serve breakfast. He caught a glimpse of Daniel spitting onto the ornate plate, and fought to keep in his laughter as he set the rest of the table. That night, the horrible forced entry contined, but it wasn't as rough as before, especially with the thought of Daniel on his mind