Past Reflections: A pet's story

Saihetei was walking down the street, humming softly to himself, his ebony hair swaying in the breeze on his way to meet his sweetheart. His steps where light as he practically danced down the cement road, his coat flapping with his movements, creating a rhythm to his song. A brilliant smile lit up his face when he saw Deacon standing at the street corner looking grumpy like usual. His long white hair severely tied back, highlighting his high, sculpted cheekbones, and his beautiful sapphire eyes hooded in displeasure. “You’re late, Saihetei. Where the hell have you been?” Deacon’s voice was like silk over steel,pleasurable to the ears, but husky just the same. Saihetei smiled and thought about how great of a bedroom voice his lover had, especially in the middle of the night when he was whispering dirty little things into his ears making him blush with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry.” Saihetei leans up, to make up for the inch or so height difference between them, and kisses his lover with a brush of their lips, “I was in the middle of a council meeting with the Elders and they wanted to discuss my plans in intimate detail. You know how they are once they get something they want. They go after it fanatically. They’re like piranhas after fresh meat. Disgusting. Anyways, I tried you phone, but like usual, no one answered.” Deacon’s stunning eyes narrow in displeasure as he runs his hands down his lithe dancer’s body, looking for his phone.

“Shit! I must have left it at work…goddammit; there goes yet another fucking phone. This is the third one in the last couple of months. “ He sighs dramatically as he pulls Saihetei closer against his body, holding him. “I missed you today, my sweet one.” The words a soft-spoken promise before Deacon kisses him slowly, lingeringly before separating their lips. “I have a surprise for my sexy lover though, if he is a good boy and behaves himself for the rest of the day.” His lips curl up into a devious smile and his eyes glint in mischief. Saihetei knew that look well and couldn’t help but grin as he takes his lovers hand and walks down the street, conscious of the jealous glances he got from both men and women from being with such a gorgeous partner.

Deacon ignored the staring faces and curious eyes of passerby’s and tightened his grip on the other man while subtly shifting him closer to his side in what appeared to be a loving embrace. However, he was a jealous and possessive man and his companion was his greatest treasure. That meant he was unlikely to allow anyone close enough to him to be able to steal him away. In fact, he was likely to kill any man stupid enough to try and come between the two of them, but that was in his nature and his job description. He was an assassin by profession and an aggressive man by temperament. It was one of the reasons that Saihetei loved him so very much; they were complete opposites in all things. Saihetei, on the other hand, met each curious stare with a smile and a nod, trying hard not to grin foolishly in his happiness. He was protective of those he cared about to a fault but he was even-tempered and calm. It took quite a bit to upset Saihetei but unfortunately, Deacon, who was his ex-lover and long time companion and guardian, knew exactly what to say and do to manage just that. Despite his intimate knowledge of his best friend, he took the role of guardian quite seriously, even though he did have a tendency to disappear without a trace, returning only to keep his promise to protect Saihetei fulfilled.

They were an unusual pair, dark and light in all things. Saihetei, grandson of Angramain, son of Daichi and High Demon Lord of Hell was dark in appearance: his ebony hair falling straight down his back and his honey colored eyes a perfect frame for his dark features. Black curved horns framed a pair of delicate ears and his fangs were noticeable even when his mouth was closed, but, despite his outward appearance for evilness, he wasn’t naturally inclined to it.

Deacon, however, was just the opposite. His long white hair flowed smoothly to his waist and his sapphire eyes were guileless but those who knew him knew him capable of the most atrocious treachery. He was a master at disguising his true intentions and it has served him well over the years in his quest to eliminate those who would do him, or his family, harm. There were few now who come against them for fear of meeting the seductive beauty that killed without mercy.

That is until the day that Saihetei met Alexis, who unwittingly became a pawn in a much more intricate game between the two lovers. It was a fluke meeting; they had both been in the park on that afternoon and it was then that he was irresistibly drawn to the man who would someday take his place within the harem and bring along with him the only two men who could tame the wild and unsettled hearts of Saihetei and Deacon. Now, it is know among his friends and acquaintances that he was a fan, and collector, of beautiful men. Besides Deacon, he had his husband Taro, his mate L-Beau, and Deacon’s husband Akio. These were his men but he was always on the prowl for more to add to his collection, but he was picky. While it was beauty that attracted him, there had to be more to the individual to keep his attention.

For each of his men, they had something special about them. Taro was a winemaker who was a half elf, his sense of sarcasm and humor appealed to Saihetei, as did his high sex drive. Beau was an angelus who was the perfect foil for Saihetei’s demonic nature and Akio was a naturalist, and Taro’s twin, who had a special talent for growing things and being able to empathize with all things no matter how evil or corrupt. He could always manage to find a sliver of goodness in people. It was a wonder how he ended up falling in love with the assassin. Deacon, he was a unique case in himself as he was the loveable asshole his family adored, but he also had another spirit living within his body that went under the name of Dregan, the Ice Dragoon. All of these men were important to him, one his heart and one his soul but he kept wondering what the missing piece of his life was. When he met Alexis he felt like something clicked in his life, as if this man were meant to be a part of him though he didn’t know how. While he was thinking all of this to himself, Deacon was striding along next to him smiling in tolerance. "He’s such a dreamer sometimes. I wonder what he’s thinking about now. But, I can’t help but love him. He’s the whole reason I came to Earth upon my exile and I live for only him." With a shake of his white hair, he had to wonder why he was being so sentimental and thinking of the past. It was probably because he had a bad day at work and it reminded him of the mortality of the frail human body he lived in, the human body who was Deacon Frost. With a rueful smile, he let go of such morbid thoughts, as they tended to depress his host when he realized that he was doomed to die, only to be reborn again and again until Dregan’s task on earth was complete.

He squeezes his lover’s hand tightly before drawing him close again for a passionate kiss in the middle of the sidewalk, his tongue caressing the silken tongue of his incredibly seductive lover. A few people stop to look and a few whistle in appreciation, but Saihetei just blushes and curls closer in his arms whispering, “Can we please go home and finish this this. I’m not really in the mood for public sex today, Deacon.” Deacon pouts down at him but releases him to pull him rapidly along the sidewalk to his blue Mustang, popping the locks and escorting him into the passenger’s side of the car before buckling himself in and gunning the car. The trip home was quiet even though neither man could stop touching the other; the caresses fevered. Saihetei nuzzles his cheek into his lovers lap while he drove causing him to jerk the wheel sharply when he felt his soft, warm hand slip into his unzipped jeans.

“Ah! God are you trying to make me crash.” When he got no answer, he took that for a no. “Ohh! Baby. I’m not going to make it home if you keep this up.“ Deacon moans softly as he feels Saihetei open the button on his jeans with his teeth before sliding his tongue under the band of his tiny bikini underwear. He slowly inches them down his hips to play his tongue along the hardening member before taking it fully in his mouth to bob up and down along the hard length causing his lover to quiver and clench his fingers tightly on the wheel. He smirked around his hard cock before wrapping lean fingers around the shaft he was suckling upon. Only when Deacon’s fingers clenched in his hair did he stop and look at his lover with lusty topaz eyes. “Saihetei!” He moans his lovers name tempestuously, already driven beyond his wildest need by the sensual mouth upon him, his voice a low, rough growl as he tilts his lover’s face up towards him to kiss him hard, forcing his lips to part underneath the onslaught. He slides his tongue inside to rub insistently against his lovers, nipping it when his got too frisky. He suckles upon the bleeding tip gently, the metallic taste of the crimson droplets feeding his already frantic desire.

“Mmmmm….Deacon, Deacon please!” Saihetei’s voice keeps rising in pitch as Deacon’s hands slide down the firm muscles of his young body. His fingers closes in around his hips pressing him back against the feather soft bed they shared once they reached the upstairs bedroom. He slides the dark denim down his lover’s lean hips, yanking the shoes off his feet and dropping them and the jeans to the floor. He kisses his full lips softly before trailing his lips across his jaw and up to the back of his ear, nibbling on the pierced lobes before flicking his tongue behind them. His lips trail down his neck to the sweet spot at the base of his neck and shoulders, biting it as his lover quakes and clasps him tightly against him. He lovingly glides his lips lower to capture one pert darkened nipple as his tongue plays with the cold metal stud pierced through the hardened nub. With a short, rough moan, Saihetei squirmed underneath his exploring hands, small tremors working throughout his body even as he arched his back to press himself more fully to his tormentor’s mouth. With long, firm strokes of his hands Deacon brings his lover to full arousal. The length and size of Saihetei completely fills his hands as he strokes along the hardened member before dipping his head to rest between his legs, his hot breath tickling the sensitive skin of his shaft. With the familiarity of a long time lover, he encases him within his mouth just as Saihetei bucks his hips upward making small noises of desperation. Deacon goes down on him until his lips are wrapped around the base of his member before pulling on the head, his lips forming a perfect “o“ around him. His lover fists his hands in Deacon’s silky white hair holding him there for a minute before allowing him to come up to the tip.

With parted lips, Saihetei moans and pants, twisting underneath his companion on the bed. His eyes grow heavy with desire and his pants became pleads. “Deacon, Deacon please. I can’t take anymore. T-take…oh gods, take me…please.” With a rueful grin Deacon moves up his body, brushing every delectable inch of his body against the panting man underneath him, drawing soft whimpers from between his beautifully swollen lips. He parts his knees with his own and settles between them, pressing the eager tip of his shaft against the puckered entrance of his beloved before slowly easing his length inside of him. Deacon moans in pleasure as he feels him tighten around him and draw him in deeper, their fingers finding each other’s to lace together as intimately as their bodies were joined. Deacon starts to move with a slow rhythmic writhing as he touches the inside of him, barely skimming along the walls of his entrance. The tip brushes against his sweet spot and, once again, Saihetei calls out and digs his long nails into his tormentor’s back as his own arches, closing the small gap between their two sweating bodies. He pants with each movement into him, his hips slamming back against his partner’s with equal passion as Deacon leans over him to kiss him with light, teasing kisses. “Deak! S-st-stop teasing me. This is exquisite torture.” With those words, Deacon begins to slam harder into his lover as he purrs and squirms underneath him in pleasure. With a loud groan and a shudder, Deacon releases his hot seed into him, the hotness of the release causing Saihetei to tighten around him and milk him, before he spurts his own seed on his stomach and chest. Deacon separates their bodies to lick his lover’s stomach and chest clean, before curling up besides him with his arms wrapped around him.

“I love you, Sai,” he murmurs against his silken hair, lips brushing against the nape of his neck as he speaks.

“I love you too, Deak. More then you will ever realize.” He snuggles closer to his lover, rear resting against his groin as they cuddle lovingly. This was one of the few times that anybody was allowed to see the softer, tender side of Deacon but he hated letting his guard down to anyone but his soul mate. Within a few minutes, they were both slumbering, wrapped around each other in peaceful dreams. A few hours later the phone rang and Deacon answered it sleepily.

“’Ello?!” His drowsy voice filtered over the phone to his boss; a suave man in his 50’s who had been Deacon’s mentor and teacher during the years him, Saihetei, and their adopted sister Chiyhayha had been in captivity. Rocca, as he was called by those who knew him, was short for Rococo Misdrechi. He was a man of medium height but intense personality. There are few people who would willingly cross him despite his fragile demeanor. His steel gray hair matched the steel gray eyes, which only intensified the steel behind his soft-spoken words.

“Good day, Deacon. I have a hit for you if you would care to take it.” This was the nature of Deacon and Rocco’s relationship; he was a mentor but never a boss. In fact, he was Deacon’s almost manager. When people wanted to hire Deacon they would often go through him unless the hit was urgent, in which case they would contact him directly on the business line he had established when he was seventeen years old. Now at the ripe old age of twenty-six he had over 500 hits. All of them successful. He was the force to reckon with in his field but there were other names that could be contacted and they were the people he would absolutely love to meet. Scout Sakaro and Daniel were two of those forces.

With a resigned groan, he rolls over and away from him lover, casting a regret filled look at him. “What’s up, Rocco? It has to be important for you to bother me at home, especially when you know I already have plans.” He grumbles a little and Saihetei growls in his sleep and moves to try and cuddle him, his golden eyes opening in displeasure when he realized he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Deak….come back to bed.” It was obvious from his lover’s tone of voice that he was unhappy that he had moved away from him to answer the phone and taken the blankets with him. Deacon smiles fondly at him as he leans over the bed to tuck the blankets in around his shoulders before kissing his forehead.

“In a minute, Saihetei. This call is important.” He chuckles in loving tenderness but luckily Rocco already knew that his family was his one and only weakness and knew better then to exploit it because Saihetei was more then capable of defending himself. Rocco listens in as the two lovers conversed before interjecting. “Deacon. Deacon! DEACON!” His attention moves back to the man on the phone, albeit somewhat distracted as his lover ran fingers through his hair then down his back, lightly scraping nails over the lean muscle.

“If it wasn’t important, and I wasn’t being paid ridiculous amounts of money, you know I wouldn’t make this call. Anyways, pfft, that’s not important. What’s important is the fact that there are reneged Angels on the loose intent on destruction like that of Sodom and they are targeting some of the most influential members of the gay community to make an example of. You’re entire family is being targeted since its one of the most openly gay communities and I know for a fact that the men you claim as a harem aren’t all gathered together in one place anymore since all that drama went down not that long ago, especially between you and your husband.” His spoke crisply and quickly, intent on getting his piece said before the two men could get distracted by their young, hard, naked bodies so close together.

“Damn! How could this have happened? ARGH.” His small noises of frustration rang clearly over the phone, as did the distinct crack of the phone as his fingers clench it tightly. “Alright, just give me names and I’ll take care of this small…problem.” Rocco couldn’t help but snigger on his side of the phone, knowing the frustration that the younger boy was feeling. He had a special dislike of angels, with the exception of his friend Beau who was an angelus. “Oh yeah, and if you could contact Jackie about my weapons that would be greatly appreciated. We had a falling out about my rifle…something about my chamber being melted. I, of course, had no idea what he was talking about as he accused me of using high power, high content silver bullets which act as a conduit of heat high enough to melt the barrel of an adamantium rifle barrel.” Deacon snickers as he said it, unable to keep the glee out of his voice as he spoke of his beloved rifle. “If you would please just tell him I’m carrying Aegis and Narcisse with me, I would be in your debt…well, no, not really. But you understand what I’m saying, right old man?”

Rocco resented being called old man and made that painfully clear to the man on the other end of the phone who just rubs his ears and pretended to listen. “Hmm, on yeah. Yup. I understand.” The older gentleman sighed and moved on to the next reason he had called. “It is imperative that you contact you ammunition supplier since I know that there is very little in the way of bullets and other…necessary supplies.” With that, he hung up the phone with a small, slightly evil smile curling up his lips. He rubs his hands together in gleeful anticipation of the cut of the $15 million dollar fee, per angel, he would receive. In his mind he was already calculating the $1.5 million he would get for each of the seven angels, plus the gratuity he received for being the middleman, which was another quarter of a million dollars. That equaled a nice payday from just this job alone, and there were at least five of his other agents taking jobs this week, although none of them paid as well as the hits involving his star.

On the other end of the phone, Deacon set the receiver back on the base with a loud thud, hard enough to cause Saihetei to jump. “Deak, sweetie, what’s wrong?” He slips his hand into his lovers and pulls him close, back across the bed until he’s nestled in his arms once again. With a content smile, Deacon nestles back into the cocoon of blankets his lover hand made and whispers against his smooth skin, “Nothing. It can wait until tomorrow since I promised you a surprise tonight.” With that, he kisses his loved one softly, and stays within the circle of his arms, contentment written on his exquisite features.

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