I Ain't Your Dog

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There were guns. So very many guns. And faces of the dead crying out. All had bullets through their heads. One such person came up to him, reaching out to grab him. Donovan jumped back, the fingers were riddled with blood. The grip of the creature was strong, he could not fight. He stared at the once perfect face, now only half there. A bullet, his bullet, blew through the other side. The impact caused his head to explode.
“Why did you kill me....I saw nothing....” The voice rasped and a hand wrapped around the teenager's throat and started to squeeze. Donovan's breath became more and more restricted as that hand held on. Other voices, men and women, came out of the corners of the darkness. All of whom, he killed. All asking why he killed them. Their listless bodies moved and shuffled with the dragging of feet. Their faces were damaged. He was amongst the damned. The man stared into the blank eye of the other choking him and felt bloody fingers from others all over his frame. He started to scream!
“AH!” He jerked to sit up in bed. Gasping for air, he checked his throat, his arms for any blood with shaken fingers. His yell alerted the other occupant in the bed, Leolin.
“...mn...” He stretched and yawned. The twin's hands and body were soon right next to him, nuzzling. Donovan started to calm down as he absently ran fingers through the other's hair. That comforted him just enough. The troubled teenager swung his legs over and stood up, feet hitting the floor.
“Go back to sleep, I'll be back.” He whispered and soon was licked. Eugh. That was something he couldn't get used to. With slow movements, he heard Leolin curl up and the even breathing. He was out like a light.
Donovan sighed and walked out into the kitchen. His hands and body were starting to shake. Fuck. He needed to kill this headache he's having. “Damn...I need something...my veins itch...” He started to scratch the area between his small elbows. Where biting needles took their toll. He needed it, he needed drugs. Fuck...he really was a junky. Looking through the refrigerator, he pulled out turkey from some high end deli and made himself a sandwich. Biting down, he started to feel super sick. How many days had it been? A few?
Tomorrow, if Rosencroft gives him time off, he's going out to get something. A fix. He needed a damn fix so bad right then! Shuddering, he collapsed on the couch. It was still three in the morning. The city lights were in full bloom as his eyes darted out the window. Faintly, above the line of buildings, past the businesses, offices, and residence of urban dwellers, there were stars and a moon. It was a crescent in the sky. An upturned smile of light. Those greens eyes stared at the glow of the moon and the stars. He never saw them down on the street. It was a view reserved for the rich. As he stared out at the view, thinking, trying to calm down the urge boiling under his skin, he heard the phone ring. It was three in the fucking morning! What the hell?
Huffing, he got to his feet to answer it. Ripping the phone off the receiver, he answered.
“Hello.” Donovan basically snapped into the receiver.
“Don't get short with me, it's late, but the social call is now over.” It was Elliot, the teenager's face grew pale. He heard laughter, female laughter in the background.
“A-All right sir, sorry, I just woke up...”
“It's fine. Don't let it happen again. I want you to know I'll be home within the hour. You are off tomorrow and I will not wish to be disturbed.” This meant Leolin had to be put in that damned thing again. Cringing, he thought about it.
“Yes sir, okay.”
“All right, see you then.” He treated him like a damn butler or something. Donovan heard a click and quickly scrambled to his feet.
“Hey...Leolin, w-wake up!” He shook his brother lightly and soon heard a yawn and felt a nuzzle. The teen ran over to turn on the light and went back to grab everything off the floor. This was going to be hell. “Okay...uh...Leolin, I gotta put this back on you, Elliot's coming home.”
The brother whimpered and spread his legs, laying down. It was almost like the training caused him to be obedient at all cost. Donovan sat and stared at the contraption and sighed. How in the hell did it go on? He blinked at his brother and pulled those jeans down and the boxers. There was extreme hesitation as he figured it out and pushed the tip of the plug inside him. It made Leolin exhale and relax. Donovan pressed it into place. This was so intimate, it kind of made him sick to gaze at and be apart of. Gently, he positioned it over his length and buckled the weird holding device into place.
The lock was clicked closed. Sighing, Donovan has the unruly task of placing the leather clothing back onto him. Leolin squirmed as his brother whispered apologies every few seconds. The gloves, the boots, everything was carefully put over the boy's skin. The deprived twin started to pant and distressed mumbles fell out of his mouth. Every small movement made him jerk. Donovan knew it was because of the device.
“Leolin....hey....it's just for tonight, okay?” He whispered and touched the other's cheeks. Leolin turned away and crawled with feeble movements, out of the room. Donovan laid back and sighed. He felt horrible. The door opened to the hideaway at the top of the hotel, it was Rosencroft. Donovan heard kind words from the redhead's voice. It sounded fake. Slowly, the young brunette rose to his feet, yet again, to poke his head out to watch.
There was Elliot bent over petting Leolin's hair. The small 'pet' licked his hand and nuzzled with his bum in the air, panting. “Nah...?” The leader's hands traveled over the leather clad boy's back and wiggled and rubbed where the device was pushed back into his anus. It made him mewl. Donovan stared, he couldn't really look away.
“See, I told you not to sleep on my bed, ever, Leolin. I didn't tell you to.” He heard a distressed call as his fingers wiggled the area, making the boy shiver. “I told you to stay in the bathtub. Don't do this again, you know I don't want to hit you.” What the fuck ever, he had a black eye. Donovan wanted to yell and scream at the man, but he stayed quiet, just watching.
“Do you want it off?” There was a sweetness to his voice. It was sickening. Leolin crawled closer to the man and nuzzled between his legs. “Oh you know what you have to do then, huh, my pet.” He groaned and walked over to the couch. There trailed Leolin with his mouth open. Donovan stared as skilled lips and mouth undid the fly on the redhead's pants. Elliot chuckled and pulled them down to let loose his length that was half-hardened and huge.
Donovan watched as the pierced tongue of his twin licked the man's head and spiraled down, mouth soon following to engulf him completely. Wouldn't Leolin gag? It made his twin choke thinking about it! Still, he moved closer, in the darkness to watch.
Rosencroft's head was tilted back in pleasure. “Mn...” He pushed in and out of the 'pet's' mouth with pants. “Fuck...yes.” His hands gripped onto Leolin's hair and pulled to make him go faster. Donovan watched his brother move with every command, however harsh and rough it was. A groan rang out as the twin watched that pierced tongue slip out of and over and then was pushed back in with a thrust into his mouth. It was horrible.
“Ah...almost...” There was a sharp pull against the back of Leolin's head to make it bury within his mouth and throat. Donovan saw white liquid dribble from his twin's lips as Rosencroft sighed and pulled away.
“You almost made a mess...didn't you?” Leolin's eyes grew huge as he licked his master clean. Donovan watched on.
“Uh...too late now. It stays on.” He saw his twin shrink back like his tail was between his legs. Rosencroft pressed on his shoulders to make him sit directly onto his rear, making the boy tense and shudder.
“So, do you like being unable to feel? Hm? Either quit being so sloppy or I will keep you like this longer, you hear me...” Was there any consideration for the teenager at all? This really made Donovan pissed off. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. He wanted to yell but this was nothing he could really do about. Fucking hell. If he said anything, he could get the boss angry. He watched as those blind eyes grew wide and there were desperate nuzzles placed on Rosencroft's leg. It made the leader sigh.
“All right, all right...you want out, I take it?” There was no answer, only the faint hint of tears gleaming in the soft light of the room and moon. Leolin was trying to apologize, Donovan knew that.
“Are you begging...” He watched as a hand moved to pet along the 'pet's' cheek. It proved to be difficult not to freaking speak up. He saw desperate kisses placed on the man's hands from the abused boy.
“Oh...you're saying you're sorry. I see.” A chuckle rang out as the man rose to his feet. Leolin nuzzled into his foot and crawled after him the best he could. Elliot started to laugh as the boy fell over himself and trip on his shoes now place haphazardly on the floor. “You know those gloves don't let you feel. You shouldn't move much, my little doll, that belt is going to make things difficult for you.”
His voice was condescending. Donovan kept biting his own tongue and watched as Leolin let out a soft animal-like moan when his hips moved. The sound was like a puppy in heat. Those tears grew more and more frustrated in his sightless eyes.
“All right, all right...I can't bear to have tears on your pillow.” Rosencroft sighed while pouring himself a glass of wine. He walked over to the couch once again to lounge on it. “Come here.” Leolin obeyed and crawled onto the sofa. “Sit.” He did so on command with a sharp intake of breath. “I'll let you loose for a few hours and if you are bad again, I'll chain you in the bathtub. Stay.” The pet stayed. Rosencroft rose to his feet and walked into the bedroom. It was a lucky thing that Donovan replaced the key in time. It would have been disastrous if he hadn't.
Walking back, the leader noticed a small movement in the hallway. “Oh, you're awake, I hope I didn't make any noise for you.” Donovan grew pale and soon shook it off and walked out.
“Naw, it's fine, had a bad dream anyways.” He watched as his boss unlocked the gloves first and slid them off. Rosencroft took the time to kiss Leolin's arms with a gentleness. Right, like that was real. He watched the man kiss his brother. It was too sweet and soft to be anything but fake. He gazed at Donovan for a moment with a smile growing on his face after pulling away. Great, what was going through his head right then?
“I have...one more order before you have your freetime.” Oh Hell, what was this...
“All right, sir.”
“You said you'd do anything I told you, correct?”
“Yes sir.”
“I have something for you to do.” He beckoned the hitman closer and whispered in his ear, “I want you to have sex with him.”
“U-Uh sir...”
“What? It's a simple request.”
“I'm sorry sir, but um...I can't really....do...that.”
“And why not?”
“B-Because...He's your's right? I don't wanna cause confusion.”
“Oh...is that all?” Rosencroft gazed at Leolin and nodded. “I'll accept that, you probably don't like boys, either, do you?” He pouted slightly. What was this guy on? That was like...incest. It was disgusting.
“I like girls, sir. Plus, I...had an accident back at the barracks...”
“Oh I know, Ralph told me.” Ralph? Who's Ralph? Donovan blinked and tried to remember who that was... “Maybe another night. Goodnight, Donovan. I'll trust you won't cause trouble tomorrow?”
“No sir, none at all.”
“That is all I needed to hear. Go to bed.”
Donovan nodded and shuffled back to bed. Thank God he was injured. It would have ended not so well if he wasn't.
“I hope those stitches heal soon.” He heard the call after him and felt sick. It was going to be an interesting night to try and sleep through. He climbed under the covers and fell asleep.

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Author's Notes: This is becoming easier and easier to write. Please, review and tell me how I'm doing. It is greatly appreciated!