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“I have a gift for you, Master...” Ryan answered as he shifted from foot to foot. “I found out why you still feel Deacon.”

“And that is a gift?” Beckett laughed, running his hand through his hair. “That was your assignment, Ryan.”

“It’s where he is, Master, that is the gift,” Ryan answered, hiding the sting he felt when Beckett had laughed at him. He felt a slight swell of excitement when Beckett stopped laughing and gave him a curious look. “He is staying with someone you know very well, actually... He’s with Peter, Master Beckett.”

“Peter...? My, Peter?”

Ryan fought off a snarl of jealousy as he nodded. “Yes, Master, Deacon is with Pete Wentz,” he answered as he lowered his head.

“You have found me Deacon, and Pete Wentz, at the same time?” Beckett questioned as he rose from the bed, the sound catching Ryan’s attention, making him look up as Beckett slowly moved to him. He couldn’t take his eyes off the way his Master’s hips swayed as he moved towards him. When Beckett reached his pet, he gently pushed his chin up, looking into Ryan’s eyes. “Michael, leave us.”

Ryan didn’t have time to smile before his Master’s lips melted against his own and a pair of arms slid around his waist, pulling him closer to his Master. When Beckett’s tongue made its way inside Ryan’s mouth, Ryan shivered, moaning softly against his Master’s mouth.

“Where are they, my loyal pet?”

“The old warehouse at Vine and Sykoma, Master,” Ryan replied, frowning when Beckett pulled away, smirking at him. “Master?”

“Well, I’m impressed, Ryan,” Beckett mused. “You found a way to get off without doing it yourself,” he chuckled as Ryan’s eyes quickly looked down. “So, was Brendon as good as I am, my pet?” He questioned.

Ryan suddenly felt ashamed for how fast he had run to Brendon, after his Master had told him not to get himself off, because in a way, by weaving himself into Brendon’s mind and making Brendon lose his control over his lust. He frowned and shook his head. “No, Master,” he whispered, “no one is as good as you are.”

“Then you won’t mind if we bring him in here for a little chat, will you?” Beckett questioned as he called Brendon with his mind. “I think he needs a refresher course on why no one touches my Boys, my pets, but me,” he growled out the last part, unaware he had just touched a part of Ryan, by calling him, his. He looked up when Brendon walked in the room. “Hello, Brendon, please do join us...”

Ryan couldn’t look at Brendon as he walked in further, shutting the door behind him. “What can I do for you, William?” Brendon questioned as he came to a stop not that far away from the two.

“Well, Brendon, I would like to know how it felt to be buried inside of my little pet, Ryan?” Beckett questioned as he slid his arm around Ryan and turned him and himself to face Brendon, who suddenly looked very uncomfortable. “What? No response? Was he not to your liking?”

“No, he was to my liking, William,” Brendon finally answered, staring straight into Beckett’s eyes. “I very much enjoyed being inside of your little whore.”

Beckett chuckled. “Did you now?” He smiled, his fangs down, glistening in the dim light of the room. “Well then, tell me, Brendon, why would you touch one of my pets, when you know the punishment?”

“Because you don’t deserve this one,” Brendon growled, his own fangs lowering as the hairs on the back of his neck rose.

Ryan looked up at the words, having been unable to look at Brendon since he walked into the room. He looked at Beckett as his lips twisted into the sinister smirk he remembered so well from the night Beckett ordered Deacon to seduce him. He looked to Brendon, his heart pounding in his ears as his mind swam in confusion; why did he suddenly have almost no control over his emotions anymore, and why did Brendon say that? Why did he look so possessive?

“I don’t deserve Ryan?” Beckett questioned as he removed his arm from Ryan. “I don’t deserve a whore, that had been walking the streets before I found him? Who gave his body to the highest bidder? I. Don’t deserve him!?” Beckett growled, his eyes going red as he got closer to Brendon, their faces closer now as Brendon’s own eyes turned red. “We’ll let him decide that one, won’t we?” Beckett looked at Ryan. “Do I deserve you, my pet?”

Ryan watched the scene unfold before him, confusion evident in his eyes as he looked at his Master, swallowing hard. “Y-Yes, Master,” he whispered, “it is I who don’t deserve you... I don’t deserve anything, Master...”

Beckett smiled as he looked at Brendon and moved back from him, moving to Ryan. He slid his arm around Ryan’s waist as he stared at Brendon. “When did you last feed, my love?” He questioned.

Ryan’s eyes snapped to Beckett at the name, something Beckett had never used in reference to him before. “I-I’m sorry, what?”

“When did you feed last, my love?” Beckett questioned as he looked at Ryan.

“If I remember correctly, Master, I last fed almost a week ago,” Ryan answered, confused as to what the question had to do with anything, hoping it wasn’t what he thought it might be.

Beckett looked to Brendon, his lips curled into a sinister smile. “Then feed, my love,” he stated, keeping his eyes on Brendon. “Feed from Brendon until his heart beats no more.”

Brendon looked to Ryan as Ryan moved away from Beckett. He tried to move, but he found himself paralyzed, a strong hold wrapped around his mind that held him still. Ryan looked up into his eyes, an apologetic look in his shimmering eyes as they locked with Brendon’s. Brendon would have cried out, if he could, as Ryan’s fangs sank into his flesh and the smaller boy began to feed from him. “I’m sorry Brendon,” he heard echo in his mind as Ryan dug his fangs in deeper.

“I don’t understand why you’re doing this, but I forgive you,” Brendon replied as his strength began to fail him and his vision began to go dark.

[Author's Note: I did it... I killed Brendon Urie... o.o I already feel like the shittiest person in the world...]