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Finally we get to meet a Dandy and another one of Beckett's Boys, and the latter isn't too happy about what his Master has to say.
2Ambiance
Ryan purred softly as Beckett slowly ran his hand up and down his naked back, his long fingers playing with Ryan’s spine. He turned his soft brown eyes up to the eyes staring down at him and gave a lazy smile of appreciation to his master, enjoying the soft chuckle that Beckett gave. “Did I please my master tonight?” Ryan questioned, smiling a little more when Beckett nodded and brought his hand up, gently squeezing the back of Ryan’s throat. Allowing himself to be pulled up and into Beckett’s lap, Ryan curled up in his master’s arms, sighing contentedly.
“Would you like to know what you could do to please me more, my little pet?” Beckett enquired as he began to slowly play with Ryan’s sweat-dampened hair. When Ryan nodded, he lifted his head to look up at Beckett. “I want you to find out why I can still feel Deacon.”
Ryan felt a stab of jealousy at the mention of his previous competition, but he nodded and returned his head to its previous position, content to enjoy the rest of his orgasm high in his master’s arms.
“Ryan...”
“Yes, Master?” Ryan looked up once more, his smile fading when he saw the annoyance etched in Beckett’s features.
“Now.”
Ryan hid his disappointment as he nodded and removed his body from the comfortable bed he had been laying in and pulled on the pants he wore, the only thing he was ever allowed to wear since Beckett loved the way his ribs looked, standing out with how thin he was. He left the room and as soon as the door was shut behind him, his face turned into a scowl as he sought out one of the Dandies, Brendon. The Dandy had been ordered to kill Deacon for his betrayal, and he had apparently failed or Ryan wouldn’t have had to hear about the boy he rivaled with for Beckett’s attention.
Beckett had enjoyed Ryan’s ribs, but Deacon’s lean muscle, lithe body, and sensuous hip bones had driven Beckett near mad when he first found the boy walking home from his most recent ex-boyfriend’s home. Without even a trial it had been decided from the look of Deacon’s body that Beckett would make him one of his Boys; and it had pissed Ryan off to have such a fierce competition. He couldn’t blame Beckett for his lusting after Deacon, but when Beckett had begun to spend more time with Deacon instead of Ryan, that was when the silent rivalry began.
Ryan’s brows drew together when he saw Brendon having a hushed conversation with Spencer. He walked over, clearing his throat as he approached the two, and glared at Brendon when he turned a smile to him. “I need to talk to you, now,” Ryan growled out, making the smile disappear from Brendon’s face. “Spencer, leave,” he snapped, not even looking at the other Dandy.
“What’s wrong?” Brendon asked, and then yelped when his head was turned by a hard slap from Ryan’s small hand. He stayed still for a moment before he turned red eyes to the smaller male. “What the Hell was that for?” He growled.
“You didn’t kill that little bastard, Deacon, did you?” Ryan demanded, his eyes flashing red with his anger. “You failed.”
Guilt flashed in Brendon’s eyes as he shifted his gaze to the floor to avoid Ryan’s angered gaze. “I did as I was told. I cut his throat to almost cutting off his head,” he spoke his words slowly as he looked up at Ryan. “I left him in the park where the sun would hit him. He should be dead, so I don’t know why you think I failed.”
“Beckett said he can still feel Deacon, so you need to go find out why that is. He sent me to find out, but since you were the one that was supposed to kill him, you get to go find out.” As he spoke, Ryan moved closer to Brendon until his face was merely inches from the Dandy’s face.
Brendon stiffened and narrowed his eyes at the Boy. “I did my job. I left him out right before sun rise. Maybe the bond he had with Deacon hasn’t fully faded yet, could that maybe be why he still feels him?” He fought the urge to push Ryan back, knowing what it would mean for him to touch one of Beckett’s precious Boys, and instead moved back from him. “Besides, he sent you, not me, so go do your job you fucking little slut,” he snapped.
Ryan’s lips curled into a smirk as his eyes faded from red to their natural brown before shifting to a darker brown. He moved closer to Brendon as he slipped into Brendon’s mind, lowering his defenses and raising his lust. “You’ll find out why Master Beckett still feels Deacon,” he said softly as he moved his face closer to Brendon’s, his breath lightly brushing against Brendon’s lips, making the other male visibly shiver, “or I’ll kill you.”
“You can’t kill me, Ryan,” Brendon replied, trying to fight off the hold Ryan was wrapping around his mind. He knew Ryan was up to something otherwise his fingertips wouldn’t be aching to touch Ryan so bad, and his tongue wouldn’t be craving to explore that sweet mouth that was barely inches away from his own. He gasped softly when he felt the phantom brush of a hand across his crotch. “If this is your idea of killing me then you should take your time killing me,” Brendon growled softly.
Ryan chuckled as he made Brendon feel his fangs brush against his neck, causing the other male’s eyes to slip closed. “This isn’t me killing you, Brendon,” he whispered. “This is me seducing you. I’ll make you pin me to the wall and kiss me with that pent up frustration of yours. I know you haven’t had any passion for a while now... How much longer can you resist me?”
Brendon moaned softly when Ryan pressed his body against his own, their crotches brushing against one another as Ryan gently grabbed Brendon’s wrists and began pulling Brendon’s hands to his hips. Before his hands made contact with Ryan’s hips, Ryan let go of the mental hold and Brendon’s eyes shot open as he realized what was going on. He quickly moved to the side and moved away from Ryan, glaring at him. “I should tell Beckett about you touching someone that isn’t him,” Brendon snapped.
“Now, Brendon, who do you think my Master would believe? Me, his pet, or you, one of his little runners?” Ryan asked, the tone in his voice obviously stating that the question didn’t need an audible answer.
Brendon gave Ryan another glare before he turned his back on the whore. “Fine, I’ll go look into this mess,” he growled out with a hint of defeat in his tone. “But don’t you ever do that again.”
Ryan watched Brendon walk off, a satisfied smirk on his lips and an amused look in his eyes. He had figured by the look of guilt that had flashed in Brendon’s eyes that either he had killed Deacon and felt bad for it, or he knew the bastard pet wasn’t dead. But which one was the right answer?
[Author's Note: Since I got so many reviews for the first two chapters, I give you these two chapters to last you until the next update =) I'm really glad you guys are all liking it so far, and I hope you continue to like it =) And yes, Ryan is a little slut lol. [not really]]
“Would you like to know what you could do to please me more, my little pet?” Beckett enquired as he began to slowly play with Ryan’s sweat-dampened hair. When Ryan nodded, he lifted his head to look up at Beckett. “I want you to find out why I can still feel Deacon.”
Ryan felt a stab of jealousy at the mention of his previous competition, but he nodded and returned his head to its previous position, content to enjoy the rest of his orgasm high in his master’s arms.
“Ryan...”
“Yes, Master?” Ryan looked up once more, his smile fading when he saw the annoyance etched in Beckett’s features.
“Now.”
Ryan hid his disappointment as he nodded and removed his body from the comfortable bed he had been laying in and pulled on the pants he wore, the only thing he was ever allowed to wear since Beckett loved the way his ribs looked, standing out with how thin he was. He left the room and as soon as the door was shut behind him, his face turned into a scowl as he sought out one of the Dandies, Brendon. The Dandy had been ordered to kill Deacon for his betrayal, and he had apparently failed or Ryan wouldn’t have had to hear about the boy he rivaled with for Beckett’s attention.
Beckett had enjoyed Ryan’s ribs, but Deacon’s lean muscle, lithe body, and sensuous hip bones had driven Beckett near mad when he first found the boy walking home from his most recent ex-boyfriend’s home. Without even a trial it had been decided from the look of Deacon’s body that Beckett would make him one of his Boys; and it had pissed Ryan off to have such a fierce competition. He couldn’t blame Beckett for his lusting after Deacon, but when Beckett had begun to spend more time with Deacon instead of Ryan, that was when the silent rivalry began.
Ryan’s brows drew together when he saw Brendon having a hushed conversation with Spencer. He walked over, clearing his throat as he approached the two, and glared at Brendon when he turned a smile to him. “I need to talk to you, now,” Ryan growled out, making the smile disappear from Brendon’s face. “Spencer, leave,” he snapped, not even looking at the other Dandy.
“What’s wrong?” Brendon asked, and then yelped when his head was turned by a hard slap from Ryan’s small hand. He stayed still for a moment before he turned red eyes to the smaller male. “What the Hell was that for?” He growled.
“You didn’t kill that little bastard, Deacon, did you?” Ryan demanded, his eyes flashing red with his anger. “You failed.”
Guilt flashed in Brendon’s eyes as he shifted his gaze to the floor to avoid Ryan’s angered gaze. “I did as I was told. I cut his throat to almost cutting off his head,” he spoke his words slowly as he looked up at Ryan. “I left him in the park where the sun would hit him. He should be dead, so I don’t know why you think I failed.”
“Beckett said he can still feel Deacon, so you need to go find out why that is. He sent me to find out, but since you were the one that was supposed to kill him, you get to go find out.” As he spoke, Ryan moved closer to Brendon until his face was merely inches from the Dandy’s face.
Brendon stiffened and narrowed his eyes at the Boy. “I did my job. I left him out right before sun rise. Maybe the bond he had with Deacon hasn’t fully faded yet, could that maybe be why he still feels him?” He fought the urge to push Ryan back, knowing what it would mean for him to touch one of Beckett’s precious Boys, and instead moved back from him. “Besides, he sent you, not me, so go do your job you fucking little slut,” he snapped.
Ryan’s lips curled into a smirk as his eyes faded from red to their natural brown before shifting to a darker brown. He moved closer to Brendon as he slipped into Brendon’s mind, lowering his defenses and raising his lust. “You’ll find out why Master Beckett still feels Deacon,” he said softly as he moved his face closer to Brendon’s, his breath lightly brushing against Brendon’s lips, making the other male visibly shiver, “or I’ll kill you.”
“You can’t kill me, Ryan,” Brendon replied, trying to fight off the hold Ryan was wrapping around his mind. He knew Ryan was up to something otherwise his fingertips wouldn’t be aching to touch Ryan so bad, and his tongue wouldn’t be craving to explore that sweet mouth that was barely inches away from his own. He gasped softly when he felt the phantom brush of a hand across his crotch. “If this is your idea of killing me then you should take your time killing me,” Brendon growled softly.
Ryan chuckled as he made Brendon feel his fangs brush against his neck, causing the other male’s eyes to slip closed. “This isn’t me killing you, Brendon,” he whispered. “This is me seducing you. I’ll make you pin me to the wall and kiss me with that pent up frustration of yours. I know you haven’t had any passion for a while now... How much longer can you resist me?”
Brendon moaned softly when Ryan pressed his body against his own, their crotches brushing against one another as Ryan gently grabbed Brendon’s wrists and began pulling Brendon’s hands to his hips. Before his hands made contact with Ryan’s hips, Ryan let go of the mental hold and Brendon’s eyes shot open as he realized what was going on. He quickly moved to the side and moved away from Ryan, glaring at him. “I should tell Beckett about you touching someone that isn’t him,” Brendon snapped.
“Now, Brendon, who do you think my Master would believe? Me, his pet, or you, one of his little runners?” Ryan asked, the tone in his voice obviously stating that the question didn’t need an audible answer.
Brendon gave Ryan another glare before he turned his back on the whore. “Fine, I’ll go look into this mess,” he growled out with a hint of defeat in his tone. “But don’t you ever do that again.”
Ryan watched Brendon walk off, a satisfied smirk on his lips and an amused look in his eyes. He had figured by the look of guilt that had flashed in Brendon’s eyes that either he had killed Deacon and felt bad for it, or he knew the bastard pet wasn’t dead. But which one was the right answer?
[Author's Note: Since I got so many reviews for the first two chapters, I give you these two chapters to last you until the next update =) I'm really glad you guys are all liking it so far, and I hope you continue to like it =) And yes, Ryan is a little slut lol. [not really]]
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