Past Reflections: A pet's story

Chapter 5

Deacon just stared at him, unable to draw his face away from Katsuro’s. The demon’s beauty had always entranced him and today he was magnificent. Katsuro’s long dark hair cascaded over his broad shoulders and down his back to rest above lean hips. It wasn’t as pin straight as Saihetei’s, nor did it have the glorious curl that Daichi’s had, but the soft waves framed an arrogant face. The scarlet eyes held the knowledge of what he did to Deacon and he smiled as if the knowledge pleased him immensely. Today he looked immaculate in a pair of midnight black trousers and open v-neck button front shirt, the ruffles at his throat softening the hard angels of his face. Deacon swallowed hard, desperately trying to draw air into his constricted lungs but unable to. Katsuro touched Deacon’s cheek with a flutter of fingers and the boy whimpered but stood still, letting his master do as he would. Even though he had been away from Katsuro since he was seventeen he was, and always would be, his master.


With the scent of fear in the air and the heady aroma intoxicating the demon, he split open Deacon’s cheek with one nail casually drawn over the taunt skin. They both knew it would heal in a matter of minutes but that didn’t stop him from trembling in excitement. Katsuro placed both hands on his shoulders as he leaned up to trail his tongue over the shallow cut and Deacon’s body reacted to the simple touch of his hands like he was still the property of the gorgeous man in front of him. A shaky sigh escapes between Deacon’s parted lips as his eyes drift closed, his breath coming in shuddering pants as Katsuro’s hands trail down his arms to entwine their fingers together. For anyone walking in at that moment, it would have seemed as if they were truly in love, the scene so beautiful to someone who didn’t have any idea of what lay behind the idyllic setting. Hunger sang in Deacon’s blood and he was confused before he found himself offering his neck for the demon’s pleasure and it became clear that he was being coaxed.


A growl built low in his throat but it was cut off as fangs sank deep into the muscular neck being offer. Deacon clenched fingers tight around the ones holding his own and whimpered in soft pleasure, remembering vaguely that Katsuro didn’t like it when he was loud in a public environment. He watched the demon through slitted eyes as he was pulled down to the floor to rest on his knees with Katsuro kneeling between his legs. He broke the contact he had with Deacon and when he talked, it was hard for Deacon not to focus on the crimson mouth. Without realizing what he was doing until it was to late to stop it from happening, he kisses him, tongue flicking over the stained lips to catch the last drops of blood before they disappeared. There was a startled pause before the passionate kiss was returned with a smirk and a knowing look. They both lost themselves to the moment and it was only through supreme force of will that they finally separated. Deacon’s eyes were storm tossed blue, the depths of them so deep that Katsuro thought he would drown in the beauty of them and Deacon knew that he could draw him in and hold him for eternity. The spell was broken when he closed heavy lidded eyes and looked away from his master.


“It’s been awhile, Monsieur Deacon. I can’t remember the last time that I beheld your enchanting beauty, which means it’s been far…far to long my pet.” His husky voice rolled over Deacon like a velvet cushion and he let himself be suffocated willingly.


“Really. I would have thought seeing you ever would have been too soon, dearest Master. I ran away for a reason and most pets don’t want to be found if they run with their tails between their legs. Unless of course their Master does not realize that he has broken his pet.” While he spoke, he gazed levelly at the other man, the barest hint of emotion breaking through the tempestuous look on his face. It was both openly inviting and completely hate filled. It would have been a comical face if the discussion wasn’t so serious and the emotion so raw and needy. “I was so terrified that you would come after me when you realize I had taken Saihetei and Chiyhayha and I did my best to become non-existent. I guess I didn’t do as good of a job as I had hope because you still managed to find me.” He hid his face in his hands, hoping against hope that the other two were okay. Saihetei would be able to protect himself since he was the High Demon Lord of Hell but Chiyhayha had to many other people to protect to place herself above her pack. The worry showed on his face because Katsuro noticed it.


“Chiyhayha is quite fine. I don’t believe her old master has any desire to tangle with her again since the last time he barely walked away and I simply don’t like girls. But, I didn’t come here to discuss that with you, my darling pet. In fact, I did not even know you were here until some man named Rocco contacted me so that he might discuss the particulars of some case he was working on. I was only informed today that I would be working very closely with you and I must admit, I could not contain my glee. It’s been far to long since you were home where you belong. I have given you to much freedom but I intend to fix my previous mistake. Enjoy your last days of solitude because once you’re home you will never leave my side again and I must punish you quite severely for your attempt at freedom.”


Deacon chocked on the saliva he was swallowing in a desperate gulp for air. “B-but…you gave me my freedom the last time I ran away.” His eyes got wide and scared and there was the slightest hint of a tremor in his voice because when it came to this man, he would never conquer the fear that threatened to overwhelm him. “You promised.” The words were accusatory as he tried to make a plea to the unmoved man in front of him, as if the fact that it was a promise would have mattered to him. He was as fickle as the direction of the wind.


“I did no such thing, darling pet. You imagine that I would ever consider giving my favorite toy freedom. That’s a ludicrous thought.” Katsuro scoffed knowing damn well that he did promise the boy his freedom when they last encountered each other. He didn’t care about that though because he honestly did not think he would survive outside the confines of the gilded prison he had lived in. He had truly and severely underestimated the strength of his pet. It was only a matter of time until he would defeat the demons that had plagued him since his days of being a slave to the unpredictable demon lord. That day would invoke the biggest change in his life because it was the day he would truly belong to himself for the first time in his entire life. He looked forward to that day with a dreadful anticipation. The only way to completely ensure his eternal freedom was destroy the person who kept him as a prisoner in his gilded cage.


“But…but…” Deacon hung his head in shame even as he blushed a delicate pink color, a smile hidden behind the fall of his hair. “Yes Master. It must have been a cruel trick of my imagination to think that you would ever willingly let your most favored pet run away. I had to have been delusional and on some highly hallucinogenic drugs to ever believe that I heard you say I could leave and that you would not follow. Well…it was a good dream while it lasted and now I have woken back up to the harsh reality that is my life.” He swung his head back and forth gently, letting his hair swing in his face as he giggled nervously. “You know, you’re a bastard. I once thought I lo-” There was an awkward pause as he stopped himself mid-sentence. He casually backed away from Katsuro when he realized what he almost slipped up and said. Katsuro raised one perfectly arched eyebrow at his companion while stroking fingers along his chin.


“You once thought you what, Deacon?” His voice was teasing because he knew damn well what Deacon was actually going to say and he wanted to force him to say the words out loud because he would never forgive himself if he actually said them.


“I was going to say I once thought I loathed you but then I realized that it was hate. Loathing didn’t quite express the true depth of my dislike of you.” The lie rolled off his tongue glibly. Neither man bought it for a minute but it changed the mood drastically away from the intensity of before.


“Oh of course. I should have known that you…” Katsuro sighed dramatically “hated me. Though I must question if you really feel something else for me but I will leave it alone. For now.” He offers his hand to Deacon, waiting for him to take it, before tucking it into his elbow and leading him from the room. “Come, let us retire so that we might discuss this upcoming case of yours. I have been informed that you will be meeting with the Demon Council but in order to do so you must have someone speak on your behalf. I am quite willing to do this for you.” Deacon follows him out of the room before leading him down the hallway to a large room over-looking the valley. It was the best view in the entire building and it also happened to be Deacon’s personal office. Deacon sits lazily in the chair behind his desk, propping his feet up on the polished wooden surface as he listens to his master speak.


“What’s the cost Katsuro? You may be willing but there is always a catch with you. Always.” With a graceful shrug he laid his head against the butter soft leather of the chair and closed his eyes, melting into the seat as he started to relax after all of the day’s surprises. Without needing to be asked, Katsuro stealthily moved to stand behind him and rest his hands against Deacon’s tense shoulders and start to knead the muscles. He mewed, a whisper of a sound, at the touch and scooched up into the massaging hands. Neither one of them said anything for a few minutes while they enjoyed the stress free atmosphere and non-volatile mood. It was evident on Deacon’s face what he wanted to say but wouldn’t. He had all of the relationship drama he could take for a while and getting involved with his previous master was inviting drama back into his life. They stood like that for a while, saying nothing as they soaked in each other’s presence. Katsuro had heard what Deacon asked him but wasn’t quite sure how to answer it without making him turn away from him like he had before. He tightened his hands on Deacon’s shoulders just before he moved away from him.


“Your soul!” he managed to joke before seriously contemplating the question. “Nothing more then what we used to have. You come back to me as my pet. That is the cost for my help.” Deacon gulped involuntarily at the answer he didn’t want to hear but inclined his head just enough to let Katsuro know that he agreed to the terms. That made Katsuro’s eyes light up in pure delight as he dropped a kiss on his pet’s mouth lightly. “That’s my good little pet. You always did know your place.” He rubs their noses together affectionately before running his fingers through the silky white hair in front of him. “Mmm, you’re just so damn cute Deacon.” The compliment made him blush again, which he always seemed to do a lot of when he was with his master. He nuzzled his cheek against his masters sweetly and with great affection, smiling shyly. Katsuro took a seat on the other side of the desk and propped his feet on the desk next to Deacon’s. The two started to talk about the upcoming mission and it didn’t take long for them to establish a plan about how they were going to handle the Demon council. Katsuro, since he was actually a member of the council, was going to introduce Deacon and then he was going to take over and question them on their intimate knowledge of the Forsaken families. With plans firmly in place they decide it is time to head home. The sun had long ago set and the night stars lit up the sky with a sprinkling of diamonds. With a lingering kiss, Deacon drops Katsuro off at his hotel, begging off on the excuse that he had a headache. That’s the only reason he wasn’t having company tonight and he felt the dull throbbing of a migraine working behind his eyes and temple.


When he got home, he took medicine for his migraine and went to bed. It didn’t take long for him to fall into a fitful sleep plagued by dreams. Once again, he was transported back to the gleaming stone of a palace floor. The smell of earth overwhelmed him and the heat of ever-burning fires scorched his skin. He lay on the floor curled into a fetal position as he struggled to stop the agonizing pain from creeping up his blistering body. There were bruises already forming on his pale skin from where Katsuro had hit him in a fit of rage at his impertinence. Bloody rivulets covered his back and it hurt to move but nothing hurt as much as the footsteps echoing down the halls towards him. Desperately he tried to worm away across the marble floor, nails scraping against the stone in his attempt to crawl away from the footsteps that caused his heart to race in fear and exhilaration. After a few feet he collapsed, exhausted, against the marble, letting the coldness of the stone permeate the heated temperature of his feverish body. His muscles spasm uncontrollably and he lets a sob escape his cracked and torn lips. When the footsteps stop he feels a sense of relief but it’s short lived. A ghost of a whisper reaches his bloodied ears along with the faint stirrings of a wind. He whimpers when he recognizes the familiar scent of his master on the breeze. Katsuro grins lecherously, the tilt of his lips inviting and cunning, making him look sinful as the harsh candlelight reflects in his scarlet eyes. His lips are stained as crimson as the welts on Deacon’s back and as he kneels behind Deacon he flicks his tongue over the open wounds, enjoying the taste of the fresh blood in his mouth. Nonchalantly, he scrapes long, razor sharp nails over the welts causing Deacon to cry out in pain and dig his own nails deeper into the floor, breaking his nails off as he frantically searches for something to hold onto.


Tears drip endless onto the floor as he hides his face in shame at the uncharacteristic breakdown of his usually stoic demeanor. The tears trail red down his cheeks as he sobs brokenheartedly, his back forcibly arched as Katsuro drives him to his hands and knees, ass in the air. When he feels the fingers roughly push into his tight entrance he clamps around them and squeezes, trying to stop the invasive fingers from hurting him even as he welcomed their presence for the pleasure they could bring him. Tonight they would only bring him pain since he had been naughty and was being punished for his insolence. Katsuro wasn’t in the mood to deal with his defiance and pried his legs apart with his other hand, slapping the ass hard enough to leave a print of his hand behind. A chocked sob answered the echo of the hard slap and Katsuro can’t help but feel a surge of blood to his cock as it twitches in anticipation of being incased in the tight heat of Deacon. With a cruel jerk of his hand, he makes Deacon take it all, a sardonic smile on his face that matches the callousness in his eyes as he gazes down at the prostrate form on the floor underneath him. “Master…MASTER please stop. It hurts. Gods does it hurts.” He sobbed through the intense pain as he felt the sharp nails start to tear up the lining inside of him, blood dripping down the narrow tube to lubricate the fingers. He screams in pain as the fingers are removed and replaced with something thicker and longer, something with no care for pain he was in. Katsuro clamped his fingers around the boy’s neck to pull him hard against him so they rested chest to back as Deacon was brutally raped.


Deacon shivers in the unforgiving hold as he cries, his chest heaving with each attempt to breath past his constricted throat. Katsuro loosens his hold as he trails the hand up his neck to rest his fingers against Deacon’s shredded lips. Compliantly, he parts his lips for the finger to suckle on the tip, his salty tears mingling with the salty taste of his skin. Katsuro gasped at the tingling sensation even as he eased the rough motion of his hips. Deacon rocked his hips backward to meet the gentler strokes of his lover, his body pressing intimately against his as he nips the tip of his finger before licking the small bite. Sex becomes a game between the two of them. Katsuro thrusts into him, hard and deep, and Deacon rocks back on him with a whimper and a groan mimicking the action of the other man as he reaches down to stroke his throbbing member. Katsuro turns his pet’s head to kiss his lips tenderly before reaching around him to wrap his hand around the base of his hard member, stroking it firmly. Each rock of Deacon’s hips press him deeper onto his lover’s shaft and then tight into his lover’s hand. Sheathing the hardness of his lover while encased in the heated touch of his hand, Deacon soon came in shuddering groans that matched the other mans bucking motion. They both sink to the floor in an exhausted heap but when the afterglow of abusive sex begins to wear off, Deacon feels the sharp pangs of pain lance his body the same way his lover’s shaft had lanced him earlier. He shifts uncomfortably on the cold floor, making Katsuro’s limp member harden again inside of him. They both bite back groans as he starts to move inside of him again with small rotations of his hips from where they lay on their sides. That tiny movement is enough to make Deacon pant with desire before rolling his master onto his back and straddle him. He moves, turning around so he can face him as he starts to ride the thick cock filling him. He surges down on the cock, impaling himself on the hard length that completely fills his empty cavity as hands reach up to encircle his waist.


He throws his hair over one shoulder as his eyes close in ecstasy, rough pants matching his surging hips. Deacon leans back placing his hands on Katsuro’s thigh as he rides him in the throes of passion, his master’s hips rising up to meet each one of Deacon’s downward thrusts. As he comes in the dream, he comes back in his apartment, his body covered in a sheen of sweat and his heart racing. The shudders of his release wrack his body for a few minutes before he even thinks he can open his eyes and not see the world spin before them from the breathtaking, mind blowing orgasm. “Oh shit! I can’t do this again,” he murmurs under his breath as he climbs out of bed to change the soiled sheets. The vividness of the dream left him weak in the knees and he hadn’t wanted to wake up to the drab reality of knowing he was alone in his big, empty bed. He thought back to the time when he was a slave to the incredible demon who took such pleasure in raping him and grinned. The rest of eternity was suddenly looking up because he was no longer that little boy and since the last time they had seen each other, he had grown up in more then just appearance. He chuckled as he slid in between the silky smooth sheets on his bed and with a promising smile still on his face, fell asleep.