Past Reflections: A pet's story

Chapter 8
Fawkes smiles at Deacon sinisterly, his lips curling backwards into the façade of a smile. “My good little pet. You read your masters mind and for that,” he leans down to ghost his lips over Deacon’s, “I deem you worthy of a kiss. You haven’t earned your release yet.” Deacon has to grind his teeth together to keep himself from forcing the kiss into something else and just taking his release but he was, for the moment, content with being on the receiving end of such treatment. However, his agile mind was running through the possibilities of who Fawkes could have in mind for him to take out but it was stumping even his brilliant mind. He was drawn back into the moment when he felt a sharp sting across his cheek and the metallic taste of blood against his lip.

“What the fuck Fawkes?” He snaps before he can help it, his natural, more dominant side emerging. His eyes harden dangerously as grabs the wrist of the offending hand, bending it backwards painfully, Fawkes’s eyes widening with the barest hints of fear, reminding him of the fear in his eyes when the two first met. That fear that so aroused, and angered, Deacon. With a casual flick of his wrist, the bone held loosely between his fingers snapped with a dull crack but Fawkes screamed out in pain and tried to draw his hand close against his body. Deacon just dug his fingers cruelly into the fracture and held on to it. “Oh no…I think you’ve been a bad boy now Fawkes. I’ve been patient with you but I think its time you learned who was in control.” Fawkes simpers, wide eyes filling with tears at the pain tearing through his wrist, the broken bone held at an awkward angle meant to hurt, and it did. More then he ever could have believed possible. Deacon smiles sadistically as he moves his fingers up the arm, applying pressure to the fragile bones of his arms.

“Now, love, I believe we were supposed to be having a conversation.” He forces Fawkes to his knees, mouth level with Deacon’s groin. “First, I think you have something you should be doing.”

Fawkes nods his head and nuzzles his face into his groin, lips parting as salty tears run down his face from the pain, Deacon’s fingers still clenched around the broken bones. When he feels the fingers tighten around his wrist, he knows he’s stalled as much as he was going to be allowed too. With the grace of defeat, he parts his lips and slides the moistened tip into his already eager mouth. It doesn’t take Deacon long to cum after not being able to for such an extended period of time. His hips buck and his seeds coats Fawkes’s mouth, dribbling out between his parted lips. He blushes and drops his eyes in shame at he has enjoyed being used by his beautiful lover, who was extending his hand to him. He takes it and Deacon pulls him up, jerking the hands so Fawkes was forced to lean against his hard body. “Mmm, now where we after that delectable little distraction.” When he looked at Fawkes his eyes were sharp and observant, the languid, sleepy look of a well satisfied lover gone.

Fawkes gulps, and giggles uneasily against his chest. “Umm, not sure. I think we decided not to talk about it, right?” There was an obvious nervousness to his words and the uncomfortable way he held himself but Deacon choose to ignore these signs for the moment and hold the man gingerly against his chest,

“Hmm, I don’t think so but I’ll let it go. For now.” He sets about cleaning up the kitchen efficiently before heading to the bedroom to get dressed for work in casual jeans and a button front shirt, looped at the open v-neck collar with strings of brown leather that matched the cord binding his luxurious white hair away from his face. Wisps of the hair fell to surround his face anyways, softening the harsh, masculine features and the wide, sensual mouth. Despite his breathtaking beauty, Fawkes looked closer at the man who he had just spent a rather enjoyable morning with and noticed that he had bags underneath his eyes carefully hidden by makeup There was a weariness surrounding him that spoke of being worn down by the harshness of the world and the sorrow in his eyes bespoke of a lifetime of hardships. Deacon saw the close scrutiny and smiled, tiny smile lines appearing around his mouth as he did, eyes crinkling up with merriment, but it was obvious to Fawkes the smile was forced. He shook his head sadly as he watched, wondering for the umpteenth time that day what had put such sorrow in Deacon’s beautifully expressive eyes. He wanted to ask but was afraid that Deacon would turn him away and he didn’t want to be on the receiving end of Deacon’s cold shoulder, not when he had only been given a chance to be close with him.

Deacon saunters over to him and drops a kiss against his cheek. “Have a great day, Fawkes baby. I’ll be home tonight.” With a quirky smile, he kissed the lips of his lover and strode out the door. The sound of a motorcycle engine revving was the last thing Fawkes heard before total silence descending on the empty house. With the house to himself, he decided to exploring around inside the massive interior after finishing up the small amount of dishes that were in the sink. As he meandered through the rooms, he saw evidence of another person living there but it scant, like the person hadn’t been there in awhile. He decided to ask Deacon about it when he got home and continued his journey through to the next room. A massive library loomed large in front of him and it took his breath away. The rich wood of the bookshelves and floors was strongly masculine and the butter soft leather was as deep and rich as the crimson color of the walls. He runs his fingers lovingly over the spines of the books as he read the titles, a smile stretching across his face as the titles range from Machiavelli’s The Prince to Dante’s Inferno to the latest of the Harry Potter novels. The latter made his laugh softly since they looked well worn, a beaded bookmark hanging down the leather bound side of the last volume.

He pulls the book off the shelf and curls up in the chair, starting to read it, but it doesn’t take him long to fall into a sound sleep, head lolling back against the chair as he snores gently. He barely stirs as he hears the front door open and close, only getting more comfortable in the chair as he shivers slightly from the cool air as the air conditioning kicks on. Kot drops his backpack on the floor just inside the interior hall before raiding the kitchen for a snack. He grabs a can of tuna out of the pantry and a stack of crackers before heading towards the library to do his homework before Deacon got home. He had promised to take the neko out once he got home from work but Kot knew he could be home at any time since the Master was in town and he always demanded a great deal of Deacon’s time. When he entered the library he barely paid attention to his surroundings but the sound of someone’s soft snores drew his attention and he let his eyes wander towards the sleeping form of Fawkes with unabashed curiosity. His tail twitches as he creeps closer, nose wrinkling as the smell of sex overpowers his sensitive senses. He sneezes delicately and paws at his nose while staring down at Fawkes sleeping face, his features relaxed in the peacefulness of sleep.

When Kot became overly curious and touched his face, he jumped and blinked sleepy eyes at the neko before they widened in surprise. “H-hello.” Fawkes stammers as he greets the adolescent, smiling shyly as the last remnants of sleep fade from his gray eyes. His long, pale hair tousled from his quick nap, making him look younger then his 32 years had him. Fawkes knew that he was naked and the book he had been reading quickly covered his lap since he was self conscious and unsure of how Kot was taking having a nude man sitting in the library while he was trying to do homework. He just smiled and blinked, before extending his hand. “Hi. I’m Kot! Who’re you?” His avid curiosity was evident in his voice and Fawkes picked up on it, which made him blush an uncharacteristic shade of scarlet.

“I’m, ahh, I’m Fawkes. A friend of Deacon’s.” He hastily added the last, feeling a need to justify his presence. “Are you, umm, are you Deacon’s son?” He didn’t see any similarities between the two but he needed to ask anyway, if just for his peace of mind. The question made the neko snort in laughter though and give him a derisive look.

“Deacon is like my older brother, but no, we have no family relationship. He adopted me and gave me a place to stay, ya know?” Kot sparkles as he talks about his “older brother” and Fawkes can see the depth of emotion between the boy and the man he had spent all morning making love to. He felt a smile crease his face at the adorable way Kot talked, and the ease in which he held himself. It was in these small ways that Fawkes began to see how Deacon had helped the boy in front of him and it made him admire the man so much more. His fascination with Kot grew as questions blossomed in his mind and he sat up, still covering his lap.

“Do you mind if I go and get dressed, then we can finish talking?” His face heated up again and he didn’t understand why he felt so embarrassed about being naked in front of this boy. He was obviously of age, or close to coming of age, so he should have felt no shame in walking around wearing nothing. Part of his mind whispered “He’s half your age, that’s probably why you feel ashamed.” “But, I look good for being 32. I’m still in shape, and attractive,” he argued back mentally. Kot just watched him with the merest hint of amusement, used to watching Deacon carry on mental conversations.

“That’s fine. I’ll be sitting at the table doing homework.” He takes another scathing look at the man before turning back to the table where he had set his books. With a contemptuous flip of his hair, he sat down in front of his books and opened them.
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