Past Reflections: A pet's story

Chapter Two

When Saihetei woke up the next morning, and while Deacon was at work, he decided to go shopping at the local mall. It was just a casual outing meant to entertain him until the workday was finished but a call from his beloved sent him to the park since it appeared he would be working late hours again this night. It was there, bent over some stunning roses, that he saw an incredible man who drew his eye like a moth to the flame. His long, light hair cascading down his back was so rich in color that it appeared almost like it was living. For some reason, this man look familiar and it kept nagging at the back of his consciousness, but he waved it away like he usually did when he had no need of the information. He wanders aimlessly towards the other man, his path weaving along the various flowerbeds before he kneels down besides the dark haired man. “Hey. Beautiful day isn’t it?” He smiles at him before reaching out to pluck one of the thorny roses and handing it to him. The rose was rich in color, the deep shades of scarlet and crimson blending together to form a perfect shade, the color of passion. It made all the flowers around it, brilliant as they were, pale in comparison, just as this man made all the rest of the people in the park look like dull, dying shades of humanity. The other man accepts it and blushes a soft shade of pink while thanking him. “Its no problem, really. The flower isn’t half as pretty as you!” He winks roguishly at him and smiles in sweet seduction, dark lashes lowered over ember eyes flirtatiously. This only causes the man to blush harder and stammer a thank-you. With a grin, Saihetei extends his hand, offering it to his compatriot. “I’m sorry for being so rude as to not introduce myself, I’m Lord Saihetei De’Anaro.” With a pleasurable smile, he grasps the other man’s hand as he introduces himself.

“H-hello. I’m Prince Alexis de Rillian. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lord Saihetei.” Of course it would be impossible for him not to notice how stunningly beautiful the other man was with his piercing blue eyes and brilliant smile that managed to lit up the dreary day like sunshine. He mutters “Wow” underneath his breath, once he managed to get over the breathtaking beauty. It was impossible for him not to be taken in by his appearance and a smile curved his lips as he internally wondered what he would be like in bed with what appeared to be such a meek demeanor.

“I do believe the pleasure is all mine, Prince. It is rare that one finds such beauty and I could not help admire it. I was drawn to you, and it was as if I had no choice but to follow my heart, even as it leads to you. It was like fate drew me here today.” With the realization of the words leaving his mouth, he blushed crimson and averted his eyes. This was not the first time these words, or similar words, had escaped his lips. They were familiar to him now and he had learned the meaning behind them. They simply meant that this man, this beautiful stranger, was meant to be a part of his life. For better or worse, he simply must be made to join the family but whether it was selfishness or jealously, he decided right then and there that he would not share him. Not with anyone other then his beloved Deacon. “Might I interest you in some lunch, since it is afternoon and I have yet to eat today?” He stands and offers his hand to help the man to his feet, waiting for a second while Alexis debated his offer.

“Lunch would be delightful, thank you!” The brilliant eyes turn and meet his and once again stole Saihetei’s breath. It had been long years since someone had stolen his breath so completely. The last one had been at least two years ago, when he met his delightful mate, his soul. The only man who could so completely foil him in every single way, his angelus and the mate of the High Demon Lord of Hell. It made for interesting politics, especially since no one would argue with him because his mate could just reach into their chest and destroy their very being more efficiently that he himself could. It proved effective as a threat and policy enforcer.

“Then, my divine companion, why don’t I take you back to my house and cook us both a meal worthy of you? I would rather make us a meal, then take us to a noisy crowded restaurant where we will not have a chance to make meaningful conversation.” He smiles encouragingly, but it was impossible to keep a hint of his seductive nature from entering into that smile. The seductive gleam traveled up to his eyes, making them sparkle in the bright noontime sun and he draws fangs over his ruby lips, making them glisten. When it came to this new guy, he was pulling out all of the stops in terms of trying to con him into his bed and into his life since they were often the same. At the same time moment, Saihetei invited Alexis home; Deacon falls heavily to the ground, blood splattering down his chin as he coughs. The barrels of two separate revolvers pressed roughly against his temples as he blindly searches the ground for his dirk, Aegis, contempt in his eyes as he stares at the Angels who had managed to bring him to his knees. The look promises pain and retribution for their insolent actions in not dying quietly and he surges forward with a quick motion, the blade of his beloved dirk sliding through the heart of Ashur to the cross hilt of the weapon, the tip coming clear through his back as his surprised eyes turn towards his murderer. Blood drips from between his lips when the blade is removed and replaced with icy cold fingers that stopped the painful beating with freezing despair. With a twist of his wrist, Deacon covers the entire inside of the renegade with subterranean temperature ice before grinning manically at his companion.

Sanyo drops the weapon as his body trembles, watching his friend drop to the hard ground and shatter into millions of ice covered particles. “P-Please d-don’t k-k-kill me.” He sobbed pathetically as he begged his capture, desperately needing to play upon the very human emotion of pity. What he failed to realize was that the blood covered figure in front of him did not believe in mercy or pity, they were weak emotions and that reflected in the look he gave the sniveling Angel at his feet right before picking up Narcisse. He swung both weapons in a deadly arc and sliced through the sinews of his neck, severing the head from the body in one clean movement, the two blades sparking when they scraped against each other. Deacon wipes the blades clean on the pristine white tunic of the twice fallen Angel and smirks before sheathing the weapons at his hips. With a casual saunter, he walked away from the scene of the brutal murders, leaving the bodies behind for the scavengers who would clean the area for him. With the first part of the job done, he sighs. I can’t wait to get home and take a hot bath, kiss my lover, and eat some dinner. I’m in the mood for steak after all of that blood. Mmm, steak! Deacon drools a little thinking about fresh steak on the grill but loses his appetite when he realizes he has a craving for fresh meat. He knew it would make him nauseously ill later that night. I wonder what Sai did to entertain himself today, since I had to break lunch plans with him. He was probably upset since, before last night, I hadn’t seen him in over three years. I’m surprised he didn’t yell at me when he woke up this morning, instead…I got incredible morning sex. Maybe…just maybe, I’ll be able to stay this time. He shrugged, pulling himself out of his reminiscent and sappy thoughts before climbing into his car to make the long drive to what he considered to be his home. He was in for a shock for he arrived though.

Back at the house, Saihetei and Alexis arrive home to the two-story white farmhouse, freshly painted with soft moss colored shutters against the pristine white of the house itself. The neatly trimmed lawn and gardens made it seems like an idyllic setting, his husband and brother-in-law’s house across the dirt road. Akio’s lush garden, stretching over five acres of land, seemed like paradise and the dryads guarded it like it was a palace. Sunsis, the Lilac Dryad, and prince, was in charge when no one was at either house, and he lorded over the garden as if it was a cherished child. To him, it was since he would never have children of his own. In the garage of the farmhouse, dozens of vehicles of every shape and size, and in all states of repair, lay scattered. Deacon, an accomplished mechanic in his own right, was repairing the many different cars, trucks, and motorcycles. His pride and joy, a motorcycle that could sheath his wide variety of swords and knives, lie on a pedestal above the rest. He reserved working on that for pure enjoyment, just as he would take it out frequently for rides when he was home. This was only one his two garages and he kept his best personal stock here including his Ferrari, Lamborghini, and his numerous Jaguars, but in reality, his other true passion was his 1968 Shelby Mustang, tidal blue with the white racing stripes up the hood. He had literally killed for that car and would die before ever giving it up.

The tall shrubs in front of the house sway gaily in the spring breeze and the flowers bob their bright heads as the two walk up the marble sidewalk to the dark mahogany front door. They were chatting amiably about the flowers and the house while Saihetei unlocked the front door, opening it to reveal a light, airy front hallway leading to the living room and kitchen. The set up of the house was that of a traditional farmhouse, only the master bedroom and guest bedroom, where Deacon and Akio often stayed, where elaborately decorated and lavishly furnished. The rest of the house was awaiting the touch of their stunningly beautiful, and abnormally gifted, sister Chiyhayha Rose. She was a mystery in herself as the Alpha werewolf of the Reiki clan, which was the most powerful were clan in the world. Unfortunately, due to rather tragic circumstances she was a lone Alpha. Saihetei and Deacon had mistakenly killed her mate in a rather unfair fight, since it was the two of them plus Taro, against Micah and Taro had a gun. Needless to say, they were victorious but it left her in a perilous position until she showed the clan why she was chosen to be their leader in the first place. Her strength, among the Reiki, was unrivaled and she had the benefit of being their shaman’s granddaughter and the “sister” of their most fiercesome male warrior. Taropi, the healer, was even scared of his granddaughter when she went into bloodlust or heat, since they were often one and the same and Lunar, her older “brother” was terrified as he had often been on the receiving end of her anger.

However, the house did have a comfy, lived in feel because of her womanly touches even though their was fur and odds and ends in random places but that was due more to her pagan nature than anything. It was hard not to be pagan when one was a werewolf, since they were intimately connected with Mother Earth in very vital ways. It was also the reason the freezer and fridge was stocked with meat, since neither boy really ate meat. However, Saihetei would make an exception for Deacon’s B-B-Q ribs. Meat, on the other hand, made Deacon physically sick and he rarely ate it and only if someone got on his case about his weight or appearance. He was lean and tall, no fat on his lithe dancer’s body, and he was often mistaken for being anorexic since he was so thin but he had well developed muscles underneath the tailored clothing he wore that most people had the misfortune of not seeing. In the kitchen, Saihetei had gotten out the items he needed to make a quick stir-fry for his guest. The multicolor peppers were a splash of bright color against the pale gold of the granite counter tops and gleaming stainless steel of the appliances. Soon the aroma of home cooked food wafted throughout the kitchen and Saihetei stood quite happily at the stove making lunch for his new companion, especially since he had proven time and again the saying the stomach was the way to a man’s heart. He continued to make small talk with his guest, laughing when he mentioned that he was REALLY Lord Saihetei and he was called that for a variety of reasons. He didn’t mention the fact that he was the High Demon Lord of Hell as one of them though. That seemed to spark the interest of Alexis who appeared to be most anxious to test out the lord part of his name.

What was amusing about the whole situation is that the title began, and will probably end, with Deacon since he was making a mockery of his friend’s title. However, Deacon knew that he didn’t need to the title to be a lord, since he tended to be over-bearingly dominant like Deacon himself was, the only exception was there couldn’t be two uke’s so one of them had to take bottom. Luckily, both of them enjoyed being the bottom for the other, so there was never any problem, especially when it meant they were getting sex. With a lecherous grin, he once again focused on the popping vegetables on the stove, cursing slightly when some of the hot oil splashed up and burned his skin. :OWWW! That fucking hurt.” He shakes his wrist, where there was a small discoloration, before rubbing the inflicted area with the pad of his fingers.

Alexis looks up as he walks over to where Saihetei was standing, pressing his lips to the injured spot, which cause Saihetei to draw in a quick breath and gnaw on his lower lip. The heat in his gaze scorched Alexis when he finally made eye contact with him and Saihetei lifted him up onto the counter and kissed him deeply, his lips saying what he couldn’t voice. With shy reluctance, the other man met the passion in his kiss, parting his lips to grant his host entrance to the moist cavern of his mouth, which he proceeded to plunder mercilessly. His tongue slid between the ruby red parted lips to twine with his, rubbing them together sinuously as he slide his hands up his thighs to rest lightly on his waist. Saihetei drew Alexis closer as he trailed his lips down his neck, nipping the delicate flesh before scraping fangs down the corded muscles to the hollow between his neck and shoulder. Alexis let his head fall backward and Saihetei sank his razor sharp fangs into the delectable skin, the crimson drops rushing to the surface as he darted his tongue out to catch the liquid aphrodisiac. With a quaking moan, Alexis runs his fingers through the silky tresses in front of him, lightly pulling on the ends to move the bloodstained mouth away from his neck. He brings the bloodied lips to his own, tasting the metallic taste on Saihetei’s lips as he licks a rivulet of blood off his chin. Saihetei moves to stand between his lips, wrapping the lean legs around his waist and he kisses him again. Black lashes close over startlingly aroused eyes, hiding them from Alexis’s view as they kiss. His hands slowly, teasingly, work up from his waist to his back. His long nails rake over the cloth covered skin, only pulling the shirt off when Alexis arches into him with a moan and a shiver of pleasure. With the pale skin exposed, he left bloody welts in the place of his nails, both men soon frenzied in their desire for each other.

Meanwhile Deacon was on his way back, his wounds already starting to heal with surprising speed. Only the wound in his back was slow to heal and it was that one that was causing him to lose focus. The edges of his vision kept blurring and he would turn quickly, jerking the wheel with him, when it did because he would think he saw something. He knew that the only reason it wasn’t closing was because there was something in the wound, more then likely a piece of shrapnel from one of the bullets that the angel’s had fired at him. Being completely honest with himself, he admitted that it hurt but he had no idea that it would hurt a hell of a lot less than what he was going to walk in on when he got home. Unfortunately, after this little incident, it wouldn’t be his home anymore. At least not to him since he was finally, after so long, ready to settle down with his family and actually stay with them but one event would change the course of his life forever and send him half way around the world on a dangerous mission that could cost him, and his various lovers, their life.
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Thank HM! You're a doll. I'll try and add some more sex for you! GarGar...It was in paragraphs. I dont know why it still isn't.