Past Reflections: A pet's story
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
959
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Deacon pulled into the driveway of the idyllic white farmhouse, whistling to himself as he saunters up the driveway; his long white pony tail swaying in response. He stopped at the rose bushes lining the walk and plucked perfect ebony colored rose from one of the bushes. This bush was named after Saihetei, it was the SaiDa’an Rose bush, one of the dryads had created it in his awe, and love, for the Demon Lord. While Deacon held very little appreciation for nature, something about these particular roses appealed to him and he smiled each time he walked by them, their heady aroma scenting the air. They had a spicy, but sweet smell that reminded him of the man himself and subconsciously he felt his lips curl up into a satisfied smirk. Deacon pulls out his handy utility knife and cuts off a stunning burgundy and black rose before bringing it up to sniff it delicately. He would bring it inside to Saihetei, along with the perfect ebony rose, he thought to himself as he opened the door and stepped inside. The house was cool compared the heat of outside and he felt the sweat covering his back underneath his shirt gel as he headed towards the kitchen. There was a wine cooler in the panty off the kitchen and Deacon stopped and picked out a nice blush that he carried back into the kitchen. He opened the box he had picked up at the local deli and placed two gourmet sandwiches on a plate before he opened the bottle of wine, pouring two glasses and setting them on the tray with the sandwiches. He grabbed a vase and filled it with water; placing the roses inside before setting a couple chocolate covered strawberries on the tray. With a wistful smile, he picked up the tray and turned towards the upstairs bedroom.
Meanwhile, upstairs Saihetei and Alexis were in the middle of hot sex. Sweat glistened over the two naked bodies of the men as they kissed feverishly. Blood trailed down Saihetei’s back where Alexis’s nails had dug into it and he was moaning softly as he thrust himself deeply into the man underneath him. There were bruises already forming on each body from where they had grabbed and Saihetei had Alexis’s hands pinned above his head in a tight grip even as the other man writhed underneath him trying to bite him. Saihetei winced when his teeth grazed his skin and let out a whimper of delighted pleasure when they sank into the soft flesh, drawing a little bit of blood. He threw his head back in ecstasy when he felt the rough tongue along his skin licking the blood away. He lowered his mouth to Alexis’s neck as he grazes his fangs over the throbbing vein located there, teasing him, before sinking them into the pulsating spot. In harmony they both cry out in orgasm and the door clicks open to frame Deacon as he balances the tray against his hip. His sapphire eyes glisten for the briefest minute and no one could tell, no one except for Saihetei. He felt his own eyes go wide at the sight of his lover but he doesn’t bother trying to cover up or cover up Alexis since he wasn’t ashamed of his actions. Deacon’s voice, when he speaks, is dead. His natural intonation and accent had vanished behind the mask he wore with the rest of the world and it pained Saihetei to watch it slip silently into place. Deacon sets the tray on the bedside table while managing not to look at either of the guys. His body stiffened and tensed but it was only something someone close to him would have noticed. To the unobservant, and the witless, he appeared perfectly fine. In fact, there was a slight smile lighting up his face as he was finally unfortunate enough to catch Alexis’s eye.
Deacon leans forward to place a loving kiss against Saihetei’s cheek but the love never made it into the actual kiss. Saihetei grimaced as he felt the cold lips pull away, the faintest outline of blue around where they had been. He fought the urge to wipe the kiss away knowing it would only make the situation worse. Alexis shifted on the bed uncomfortably before moving into a sitting position and Saihetei moved along with him, drawing him into his arms to lean against his chest with his arms wrapped around his waist to stare indolently at Deacon. Deacon returns the smile coldly; the barest touches of frost gracing his full lips and making them glisten wetly. It was then, at that moment, that both men on the bed noticed the drying blood on Deacon’s clothes and the still healing wounds decorating his face and upper body. Saihetei gasps in horror that he could be so cold-hearted and careless, Alexis just gazes in curiosity.
“I made you something to eat, Sai doll. Obviously I was addressing the wrong hunger.” There is a cruel tone to his voice and he doesn’t bother to try and disguise it. “While I was out busting MY ass to save OUR family you’re here fucking some guy you don’t even know. Real fucking nice. But hey, guess I see how I rate in the heart of the High Demon Lord of Hell.” There is a lot of cringing and wincing going on on the bed as Saihetei’s resistance is reduced to zero in a matter of a few minutes. Unluckily for him, Deacon had kept the worst part of the news for last and he completely hid away all emotions for the last bit. “And, just to let you know, not that you really would care since you already have someone to warm your bed and take my place…I’m leaving. “ As he speaks, he begins to move about the room, picking up clothes he would need and packing them efficiently in a couple of small luggage carries before pulling the beauty essentials from the bathroom. Saihetei just sat on the bed stunned, unable to say anything because of the shock. When his luggage was fully packed, he picked it up to take it down the stairs, calling back over his shoulder, “The sad thing about this entire situation was I finally thought I had come home. Guess I was wrong like usual. I’m sure I’ll see you around since we’re fucking the same men.” Without bothering to wait for a response that wasn’t going to come he started down the stairs, uncaring of the luggage that was hitting heavily against his jean-clad leg.
Saihetei slumped back into the pillows, clutching his chest as he tries hard not to think to deeply about the parting words of his oldest lover. “He’s leaving? What the hell does that mean? How can he be leaving? No..no..” He wasn’t addressing anyone personally but it was thoughts like this that kept racing through his head especially since Deacon had the odd tendency to do incredibly dangerous, life threatening activities when he felt he had been jilted. In fact, Saihetei was already planning the funeral in his head as morbid as that might have sounded to an outsider who didn‘t understand the nature of their relationship. Deacon threw the sleek suitcase in the back of his Mustang before sliding into the drivers seat and gunning the engine. The vibrations soothed his aching soul and he reclined into the specialty made leather seats trying to gain some measure of calm. It wasn’t to be found so he revved the engine and peeled out of the driveway, a dust cloud behind him obscuring the view of the house he had begun to think of as a home.
His weaponry rattled along in the backseat as he drove recklessly towards the estate of Frost Industries, the corporation he had built up from nothing. He knew Rocco would still be working at this late hour; he had no wife or children to go home to so his life was his job. With a sense of foreboding, Deacon understood that this was what his life was going to amount to. Working all the time with no thought or memory of family except for the rare occasions he returned home to see his husband and beautiful daughter Eira. Not that she would remember him by the time he finally did return home but he was of the mind that both of them were better off without him in their lives to mess it up. It’s not like he was a deadbeat father; he did everything for his daughter and she was the only female who could boast or brag about having him at her beck and call. He loved her more then he loved himself and it wasn’t just because she had his eyes and hair, or temperament, it was because she was his and he would always be her daddy and she would always be his little girl. However, Saihetei’s son Cildern was like a son to him too and he adored the little boy who was so much like the father Deacon would lay down his life for. Melili, the bastard child of Saihetei’s father and Deacon’s husband Akio, had also made a place for herself among the thorns and ice that was Deacon’s heart. He loved her, and promised to protect her, as much as she were his own flesh and blood. It was just another facet of his personality that he absolutely adored children and because of that the only thing he would blatantly refuse to do is harm a child.
Deacon pulled into the driveway of the idyllic white farmhouse, whistling to himself as he saunters up the driveway; his long white pony tail swaying in response. He stopped at the rose bushes lining the walk and plucked perfect ebony colored rose from one of the bushes. This bush was named after Saihetei, it was the SaiDa’an Rose bush, one of the dryads had created it in his awe, and love, for the Demon Lord. While Deacon held very little appreciation for nature, something about these particular roses appealed to him and he smiled each time he walked by them, their heady aroma scenting the air. They had a spicy, but sweet smell that reminded him of the man himself and subconsciously he felt his lips curl up into a satisfied smirk. Deacon pulls out his handy utility knife and cuts off a stunning burgundy and black rose before bringing it up to sniff it delicately. He would bring it inside to Saihetei, along with the perfect ebony rose, he thought to himself as he opened the door and stepped inside. The house was cool compared the heat of outside and he felt the sweat covering his back underneath his shirt gel as he headed towards the kitchen. There was a wine cooler in the panty off the kitchen and Deacon stopped and picked out a nice blush that he carried back into the kitchen. He opened the box he had picked up at the local deli and placed two gourmet sandwiches on a plate before he opened the bottle of wine, pouring two glasses and setting them on the tray with the sandwiches. He grabbed a vase and filled it with water; placing the roses inside before setting a couple chocolate covered strawberries on the tray. With a wistful smile, he picked up the tray and turned towards the upstairs bedroom.
Meanwhile, upstairs Saihetei and Alexis were in the middle of hot sex. Sweat glistened over the two naked bodies of the men as they kissed feverishly. Blood trailed down Saihetei’s back where Alexis’s nails had dug into it and he was moaning softly as he thrust himself deeply into the man underneath him. There were bruises already forming on each body from where they had grabbed and Saihetei had Alexis’s hands pinned above his head in a tight grip even as the other man writhed underneath him trying to bite him. Saihetei winced when his teeth grazed his skin and let out a whimper of delighted pleasure when they sank into the soft flesh, drawing a little bit of blood. He threw his head back in ecstasy when he felt the rough tongue along his skin licking the blood away. He lowered his mouth to Alexis’s neck as he grazes his fangs over the throbbing vein located there, teasing him, before sinking them into the pulsating spot. In harmony they both cry out in orgasm and the door clicks open to frame Deacon as he balances the tray against his hip. His sapphire eyes glisten for the briefest minute and no one could tell, no one except for Saihetei. He felt his own eyes go wide at the sight of his lover but he doesn’t bother trying to cover up or cover up Alexis since he wasn’t ashamed of his actions. Deacon’s voice, when he speaks, is dead. His natural intonation and accent had vanished behind the mask he wore with the rest of the world and it pained Saihetei to watch it slip silently into place. Deacon sets the tray on the bedside table while managing not to look at either of the guys. His body stiffened and tensed but it was only something someone close to him would have noticed. To the unobservant, and the witless, he appeared perfectly fine. In fact, there was a slight smile lighting up his face as he was finally unfortunate enough to catch Alexis’s eye.
Deacon leans forward to place a loving kiss against Saihetei’s cheek but the love never made it into the actual kiss. Saihetei grimaced as he felt the cold lips pull away, the faintest outline of blue around where they had been. He fought the urge to wipe the kiss away knowing it would only make the situation worse. Alexis shifted on the bed uncomfortably before moving into a sitting position and Saihetei moved along with him, drawing him into his arms to lean against his chest with his arms wrapped around his waist to stare indolently at Deacon. Deacon returns the smile coldly; the barest touches of frost gracing his full lips and making them glisten wetly. It was then, at that moment, that both men on the bed noticed the drying blood on Deacon’s clothes and the still healing wounds decorating his face and upper body. Saihetei gasps in horror that he could be so cold-hearted and careless, Alexis just gazes in curiosity.
“I made you something to eat, Sai doll. Obviously I was addressing the wrong hunger.” There is a cruel tone to his voice and he doesn’t bother to try and disguise it. “While I was out busting MY ass to save OUR family you’re here fucking some guy you don’t even know. Real fucking nice. But hey, guess I see how I rate in the heart of the High Demon Lord of Hell.” There is a lot of cringing and wincing going on on the bed as Saihetei’s resistance is reduced to zero in a matter of a few minutes. Unluckily for him, Deacon had kept the worst part of the news for last and he completely hid away all emotions for the last bit. “And, just to let you know, not that you really would care since you already have someone to warm your bed and take my place…I’m leaving. “ As he speaks, he begins to move about the room, picking up clothes he would need and packing them efficiently in a couple of small luggage carries before pulling the beauty essentials from the bathroom. Saihetei just sat on the bed stunned, unable to say anything because of the shock. When his luggage was fully packed, he picked it up to take it down the stairs, calling back over his shoulder, “The sad thing about this entire situation was I finally thought I had come home. Guess I was wrong like usual. I’m sure I’ll see you around since we’re fucking the same men.” Without bothering to wait for a response that wasn’t going to come he started down the stairs, uncaring of the luggage that was hitting heavily against his jean-clad leg.
Saihetei slumped back into the pillows, clutching his chest as he tries hard not to think to deeply about the parting words of his oldest lover. “He’s leaving? What the hell does that mean? How can he be leaving? No..no..” He wasn’t addressing anyone personally but it was thoughts like this that kept racing through his head especially since Deacon had the odd tendency to do incredibly dangerous, life threatening activities when he felt he had been jilted. In fact, Saihetei was already planning the funeral in his head as morbid as that might have sounded to an outsider who didn‘t understand the nature of their relationship. Deacon threw the sleek suitcase in the back of his Mustang before sliding into the drivers seat and gunning the engine. The vibrations soothed his aching soul and he reclined into the specialty made leather seats trying to gain some measure of calm. It wasn’t to be found so he revved the engine and peeled out of the driveway, a dust cloud behind him obscuring the view of the house he had begun to think of as a home.
His weaponry rattled along in the backseat as he drove recklessly towards the estate of Frost Industries, the corporation he had built up from nothing. He knew Rocco would still be working at this late hour; he had no wife or children to go home to so his life was his job. With a sense of foreboding, Deacon understood that this was what his life was going to amount to. Working all the time with no thought or memory of family except for the rare occasions he returned home to see his husband and beautiful daughter Eira. Not that she would remember him by the time he finally did return home but he was of the mind that both of them were better off without him in their lives to mess it up. It’s not like he was a deadbeat father; he did everything for his daughter and she was the only female who could boast or brag about having him at her beck and call. He loved her more then he loved himself and it wasn’t just because she had his eyes and hair, or temperament, it was because she was his and he would always be her daddy and she would always be his little girl. However, Saihetei’s son Cildern was like a son to him too and he adored the little boy who was so much like the father Deacon would lay down his life for. Melili, the bastard child of Saihetei’s father and Deacon’s husband Akio, had also made a place for herself among the thorns and ice that was Deacon’s heart. He loved her, and promised to protect her, as much as she were his own flesh and blood. It was just another facet of his personality that he absolutely adored children and because of that the only thing he would blatantly refuse to do is harm a child.