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Some events are haunting Deacon's dreams, making it harder for him to stay a prisoner.
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Deacon smiled as he slowly brushed his Master’s hair, his hands working carefully so he wouldn’t tug at the gorgeous locks that his Master favored so greatly. He loved the times when he was appointed the honor of brushing out Beckett’s hair, mostly because of the soft noises f pleasure and satisfaction Beckett would make during the process. He smiled more when his Master reached his hand back and softly stroked his cheek, and in return he leaned into the approving caress.
“You truly are good with my hair, my pet,” Beckett murmured through lips that barely moved in his overly relaxed state. “You’re so good at everything.”
“Thank you, Master,” Deacon said as he blushed under his Master’s compliments. Normally the most he got was a small, acknowledging smile, or a look in his Master’s eyes that made him smile. “I’m glad I please you.”
Beckett smirked as he tilted his head back and looked up at his gorgeous pet. “You please me in many ways, dearest Deacon,” he spoke slowly, his smirk turning to a smile of mischief when Deacon blushed and lowered his gaze, focusing more intently on the precious hair. Beckett lifted his head back to normal and stared at the door, thinking about the looks of hatred he had noticed Ryan giving Deacon. “You love to see me happy, correct?”
“Hmm? Yes, yes I do, Master,” Deacon said as he continued his slow strokes with the hair brush.
“Would it be safe to say that you love me?” Beckett questioned, smirking now when Deacon failed to answer right away.
Deacon blushed profusely as he stared at the back of his Master’s head, his motions ceased as he worried that perhaps his Master had figured him out and was about to get rid of him. Part of him hoped that his hard work to please his Master as much as possible, to end up by Beckett’s side as his and his alone, had finally paid off. “Y-Yes, Master,” he finally answered after finding his voice.
“Then perhaps you could tell me why Ryan seems to have such a strong dislike towards you?” Beckett said as he slowly pulled away from Deacon’s still hands before he turned to face his loyal pet. “I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.”
Deacon frowned and looked down at his hands, wincing when his head was jerked up and he was made to look at his Master. “S-Sorry, Master Beckett, but I can’t answer you,” he whispered softly, staring into Beckett’s eyes as they began to fade to red. “I know of what dislike you speak of, but I don’t know why he dislikes me...”
An annoyed sigh escaped Beckett as he let go of the mohawk he had tangled his fingers through to jerk Deacon’s head. “Well then, I guess we’ll just have to call him in here, and figure it out, won’t we? You know I dislike it when my Boys dislike each other.”
Deacon watched as his Master walked away from him and moved to the door, opening it and stepping outside of the large bedroom, leaving Deacon alone. He frowned and brought his hand up, gently touching his sore scalp with his fingers, softly massaging the pain away. He knew he deserved it, that’s why he hadn’t cried out or protested when it happened. He was lucky to even be worthy of his Master’s time and he deserved every punishment he got for upsetting his Master. When the door opened and Beckett walked back in, Deacon looked up and slowly lowered his hand when a confused Ryan Ross walked into the bedroom, shutting the door with his mind.
“Now that I have my two favorite Boys here, we need to have a talk,” Beckett said as he looked from Deacon to Ryan, and then back to Deacon again, a grin gracing his lips, exposing the tips of his fangs. He looked to Ryan once more, his gaze lingering on the ribs he loved to count with his tongue before he lifted his eyes to meet those of a grinning Ryan. “Why do you look at Deacon with such disdain?” He questioned as he walked over to Deacon, standing behind him and sliding his arms around the slender waist, looking at Ryan over Deacon’s shoulder where he rested his chin.
Ryan kept his face blank as his grin faded and his mind began to wonder what in the world Deacon had said about him to their Master. He looked at his Master. “Jealousy, Master.”
Beckett hid his delight and gave a questioning look. “Why would you be jealous, Ryan? The fact that sometimes I spend more time with him than with you?”
“Yes, Master,” Ryan answered, trying not to fidget under the gaze his Master was now giving him. He had seen that thoughtful look before, and he didn’t like what had happened to the two vampires he had been giving that gaze to before.
Beckett turned his gaze to Deacon, who looked back at him, before he turned a sly smile to Ryan. “Ryan, I think you need to understand why I spend so much time with Deacon here,” Beckett said before he looked to Deacon. “Deacon, my dear pet, seduce Ryan.”
Deacon looked at Ryan, whose eyes had widened a decent amount. He wanted to make Beckett happy, but this was Ryan, who would more than likely hate him even more if he even touched him; but it would make his Master happy... He slowly lowered his head and shook it. “No... No, Master, I won’t... I don’t want to touch him,” he said slowly, wincing when Beckett’s hand tightened on his shoulder.
“What did you say?” Beckett asked, ignoring Ryan now as he turned Deacon to face him, jerking his pet’s head up. “Did you just tell me no? After all I have done for you, you dare tell me no!?”
Deacon looked at his Master with a sorrowful expression and nodded. “Yes... I refuse to touch him.”
“Since you refuse to do as I wish, no blood for two weeks,” Beckett growled out as he dragged him to the door, throwing him into the wall opposite the door, startling Brendon, who had been waiting for the chance to talk to Beckett. He flinched under the fierce gaze directed his way. “He is not to feed for two weeks, do you understand!?”
Brendon nodded. “Yes, William,” he answered as he helped Deacon up and escorted him to the holding area. “I’m sorry, Deacon,” he whispered once their Master had retreated to his room.
Deacon shook his head as his eyes misted over. “It’s not your fault Brendon, do not apologize,” he whispered.
- - - - -
Deacon barely registered the days as they flew by, losing track after day nine of being kept away from his source of life. He was trembling with need when the door opened and a very cautious Brendon stood in the doorway, motioning for him to stand and come to him. He was so weak he could barely stand on his own, and as they made their way to his Master’s bedroom they kept having to pause for him to lean on the walls and gather more energy, though he barely had any by now.
When the door opened and they walked into the bedroom, he began trembling harder as Beckett approached him, a smile on his face as he spoke words that melted together to Deacon’s tired ears. When a hand caressed his face, the smell of blood being so close took hold of his senses. He suddenly snapped his head and caught his Master’s hand in his mouth, fangs ripping and tearing the flesh, the action causing Beckett to become startled, giving him the adrenaline he needed to taste. He dug his fangs in deeper, feeling his teeth actually come together through his Master’s flesh, letting him know just how deep he had bitten, but he didn’t care as he greedily fed, despite Beckett’s efforts to push his hungry pet off.
Deacon finally let go, his mind clearing from his feeding frenzy when a hand wrapped tightly around his throat, cutting off his air supply. He snapped out of his frenzy when the hand gripped tighter before he was pushed to the ground, his wide eyes staring up at the black eyes that were glaring down at him. “M-Master, I’m sorry,” he whimpered, trembling from fear.
Beckett looked to Brendon, who stared with wide eyes at the steady flow of blood pouring from his Master’s hand, unable to believe what had just happened in front of him. “Get this fucking bastard out of my sights, now,” Beckett growled out.
- - - - -
Deacon awoke in the darkness of his cell, his heart pounding in his chest, his body covered in a thin sheen of sweat as the nightmare of the events leading to his current position replayed in his mind. He breathed heavily as he curled into a fetal position, on the small mattress they had given him, and closed his eyes tight, desperately wanting the images to leave his mind. A soft sob escaped his mouth as a sudden wave of home sickness washed over him, making him crave the familiar scent of his home.
Oh, Master, why did I have to mess up, he thought to himself as he opened his eyes and stared off into nothingness. I had everything, and I know you loved me in your own way and I betrayed you...
It was at that moment that Deacon realized just how much he needed to be held, he needed someone to show him affection; he needed it as bad as his addiction to adrenaline. Tears filled his eyes as he heard the locks on the outer door of his room coming unlocked. He lifted his teary-eyed gaze to the door as it opened and he could see Joe through the bars, looking at him with a worried gaze.
“Deac, are you okay?” Joe questioned softly as he held up a blood packet, one of the ones made for Deacon.
Deacon sniffled and got up, slowly heading to the door. “I’m sorry, Joe, but I’m not feeling very hungry right now,” he answered as he stood close to the bars, his mohawk falling down over his left eye.
Joe frowned as he reached the bars and gently brushed the hawk from his eye, pushing it to rest on Deacon’s cheek before he lightly brushed his thumb over the soft skin. “It’s okay, but you didn’t answer my question,” he said softly.
Deacon stared at Joe with confusion at the bold move of putting his arm within biting distance. “Wh-Why do you trust me?” He questioned, trying to find every way he could to not answer the question. “You know Pete would blow a fuse if he saw you trusting me, let alone touching me.”
Joe nodded and slowly ran his fingers through the soft hair of Deacon’s mohawk. “I already know you won’t hurt me,” he replied, his eyes meeting with Deacon’s. “You’ve had your chance, and you have one now, and nothing...”
Deacon turned his face into the warm hand, a small smile playing at his lip at the touch. Even if it was something small, it was still something for him. A small shiver went through his body at the weird feeling to Joe’s touch, a hint that there was something he wasn’t reading, but he knew it couldn’t be possible. Beckett was the only one that could ever love him.
“You truly are good with my hair, my pet,” Beckett murmured through lips that barely moved in his overly relaxed state. “You’re so good at everything.”
“Thank you, Master,” Deacon said as he blushed under his Master’s compliments. Normally the most he got was a small, acknowledging smile, or a look in his Master’s eyes that made him smile. “I’m glad I please you.”
Beckett smirked as he tilted his head back and looked up at his gorgeous pet. “You please me in many ways, dearest Deacon,” he spoke slowly, his smirk turning to a smile of mischief when Deacon blushed and lowered his gaze, focusing more intently on the precious hair. Beckett lifted his head back to normal and stared at the door, thinking about the looks of hatred he had noticed Ryan giving Deacon. “You love to see me happy, correct?”
“Hmm? Yes, yes I do, Master,” Deacon said as he continued his slow strokes with the hair brush.
“Would it be safe to say that you love me?” Beckett questioned, smirking now when Deacon failed to answer right away.
Deacon blushed profusely as he stared at the back of his Master’s head, his motions ceased as he worried that perhaps his Master had figured him out and was about to get rid of him. Part of him hoped that his hard work to please his Master as much as possible, to end up by Beckett’s side as his and his alone, had finally paid off. “Y-Yes, Master,” he finally answered after finding his voice.
“Then perhaps you could tell me why Ryan seems to have such a strong dislike towards you?” Beckett said as he slowly pulled away from Deacon’s still hands before he turned to face his loyal pet. “I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.”
Deacon frowned and looked down at his hands, wincing when his head was jerked up and he was made to look at his Master. “S-Sorry, Master Beckett, but I can’t answer you,” he whispered softly, staring into Beckett’s eyes as they began to fade to red. “I know of what dislike you speak of, but I don’t know why he dislikes me...”
An annoyed sigh escaped Beckett as he let go of the mohawk he had tangled his fingers through to jerk Deacon’s head. “Well then, I guess we’ll just have to call him in here, and figure it out, won’t we? You know I dislike it when my Boys dislike each other.”
Deacon watched as his Master walked away from him and moved to the door, opening it and stepping outside of the large bedroom, leaving Deacon alone. He frowned and brought his hand up, gently touching his sore scalp with his fingers, softly massaging the pain away. He knew he deserved it, that’s why he hadn’t cried out or protested when it happened. He was lucky to even be worthy of his Master’s time and he deserved every punishment he got for upsetting his Master. When the door opened and Beckett walked back in, Deacon looked up and slowly lowered his hand when a confused Ryan Ross walked into the bedroom, shutting the door with his mind.
“Now that I have my two favorite Boys here, we need to have a talk,” Beckett said as he looked from Deacon to Ryan, and then back to Deacon again, a grin gracing his lips, exposing the tips of his fangs. He looked to Ryan once more, his gaze lingering on the ribs he loved to count with his tongue before he lifted his eyes to meet those of a grinning Ryan. “Why do you look at Deacon with such disdain?” He questioned as he walked over to Deacon, standing behind him and sliding his arms around the slender waist, looking at Ryan over Deacon’s shoulder where he rested his chin.
Ryan kept his face blank as his grin faded and his mind began to wonder what in the world Deacon had said about him to their Master. He looked at his Master. “Jealousy, Master.”
Beckett hid his delight and gave a questioning look. “Why would you be jealous, Ryan? The fact that sometimes I spend more time with him than with you?”
“Yes, Master,” Ryan answered, trying not to fidget under the gaze his Master was now giving him. He had seen that thoughtful look before, and he didn’t like what had happened to the two vampires he had been giving that gaze to before.
Beckett turned his gaze to Deacon, who looked back at him, before he turned a sly smile to Ryan. “Ryan, I think you need to understand why I spend so much time with Deacon here,” Beckett said before he looked to Deacon. “Deacon, my dear pet, seduce Ryan.”
Deacon looked at Ryan, whose eyes had widened a decent amount. He wanted to make Beckett happy, but this was Ryan, who would more than likely hate him even more if he even touched him; but it would make his Master happy... He slowly lowered his head and shook it. “No... No, Master, I won’t... I don’t want to touch him,” he said slowly, wincing when Beckett’s hand tightened on his shoulder.
“What did you say?” Beckett asked, ignoring Ryan now as he turned Deacon to face him, jerking his pet’s head up. “Did you just tell me no? After all I have done for you, you dare tell me no!?”
Deacon looked at his Master with a sorrowful expression and nodded. “Yes... I refuse to touch him.”
“Since you refuse to do as I wish, no blood for two weeks,” Beckett growled out as he dragged him to the door, throwing him into the wall opposite the door, startling Brendon, who had been waiting for the chance to talk to Beckett. He flinched under the fierce gaze directed his way. “He is not to feed for two weeks, do you understand!?”
Brendon nodded. “Yes, William,” he answered as he helped Deacon up and escorted him to the holding area. “I’m sorry, Deacon,” he whispered once their Master had retreated to his room.
Deacon shook his head as his eyes misted over. “It’s not your fault Brendon, do not apologize,” he whispered.
- - - - -
Deacon barely registered the days as they flew by, losing track after day nine of being kept away from his source of life. He was trembling with need when the door opened and a very cautious Brendon stood in the doorway, motioning for him to stand and come to him. He was so weak he could barely stand on his own, and as they made their way to his Master’s bedroom they kept having to pause for him to lean on the walls and gather more energy, though he barely had any by now.
When the door opened and they walked into the bedroom, he began trembling harder as Beckett approached him, a smile on his face as he spoke words that melted together to Deacon’s tired ears. When a hand caressed his face, the smell of blood being so close took hold of his senses. He suddenly snapped his head and caught his Master’s hand in his mouth, fangs ripping and tearing the flesh, the action causing Beckett to become startled, giving him the adrenaline he needed to taste. He dug his fangs in deeper, feeling his teeth actually come together through his Master’s flesh, letting him know just how deep he had bitten, but he didn’t care as he greedily fed, despite Beckett’s efforts to push his hungry pet off.
Deacon finally let go, his mind clearing from his feeding frenzy when a hand wrapped tightly around his throat, cutting off his air supply. He snapped out of his frenzy when the hand gripped tighter before he was pushed to the ground, his wide eyes staring up at the black eyes that were glaring down at him. “M-Master, I’m sorry,” he whimpered, trembling from fear.
Beckett looked to Brendon, who stared with wide eyes at the steady flow of blood pouring from his Master’s hand, unable to believe what had just happened in front of him. “Get this fucking bastard out of my sights, now,” Beckett growled out.
- - - - -
Deacon awoke in the darkness of his cell, his heart pounding in his chest, his body covered in a thin sheen of sweat as the nightmare of the events leading to his current position replayed in his mind. He breathed heavily as he curled into a fetal position, on the small mattress they had given him, and closed his eyes tight, desperately wanting the images to leave his mind. A soft sob escaped his mouth as a sudden wave of home sickness washed over him, making him crave the familiar scent of his home.
Oh, Master, why did I have to mess up, he thought to himself as he opened his eyes and stared off into nothingness. I had everything, and I know you loved me in your own way and I betrayed you...
It was at that moment that Deacon realized just how much he needed to be held, he needed someone to show him affection; he needed it as bad as his addiction to adrenaline. Tears filled his eyes as he heard the locks on the outer door of his room coming unlocked. He lifted his teary-eyed gaze to the door as it opened and he could see Joe through the bars, looking at him with a worried gaze.
“Deac, are you okay?” Joe questioned softly as he held up a blood packet, one of the ones made for Deacon.
Deacon sniffled and got up, slowly heading to the door. “I’m sorry, Joe, but I’m not feeling very hungry right now,” he answered as he stood close to the bars, his mohawk falling down over his left eye.
Joe frowned as he reached the bars and gently brushed the hawk from his eye, pushing it to rest on Deacon’s cheek before he lightly brushed his thumb over the soft skin. “It’s okay, but you didn’t answer my question,” he said softly.
Deacon stared at Joe with confusion at the bold move of putting his arm within biting distance. “Wh-Why do you trust me?” He questioned, trying to find every way he could to not answer the question. “You know Pete would blow a fuse if he saw you trusting me, let alone touching me.”
Joe nodded and slowly ran his fingers through the soft hair of Deacon’s mohawk. “I already know you won’t hurt me,” he replied, his eyes meeting with Deacon’s. “You’ve had your chance, and you have one now, and nothing...”
Deacon turned his face into the warm hand, a small smile playing at his lip at the touch. Even if it was something small, it was still something for him. A small shiver went through his body at the weird feeling to Joe’s touch, a hint that there was something he wasn’t reading, but he knew it couldn’t be possible. Beckett was the only one that could ever love him.
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