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Chapter Fourteen
Poor Deacon and Joe just can't seem to get some alone time without someone interrupting.
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Joe pulled Deacon closer as he kissed down the slender neck that was slightly vibrating from the soft moans he was drawing from Deacon. He gently nipped at Deacon’s jaw line as Deacon’s hands drifted under his shirt, brushing against his lower back as another soft moan escaped Deacon. “I’ve missed this,” he muttered against Deacon’s neck as he let Deacon undo the pants that were confining their cocks.
“I know you have, Joe,” Deacon managed to reply even though his voice was failing him. “I miss-...Oh, Gods... I missed it too.” He moaned when Joe’s hand moved his own hand to the side and wrapped around his cock, jerking slowly as his hands found Joe’s shoulders. As he bucked his hips, he whimpered Joe’s name and tangled a hand in the small curls on top of Joe’s head, giving a tug that made Joe moan.
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“Deacon!”
Deacon turned around at he sound of his name being called and focused on the figure of his manager heading over to him. “Yes sir?”
“Listen, it’s running pretty slow tonight, and to be honest I don’t feel like having people waste my clock. Would you mind being one of the people that go home early? Save me some money?”
Deacon smiled wide as he realized this meant he would get to spend some extra time with his boyfriend, Tom, who was always complaining they never got to spend any time together. Normally Deacon pulled over time, to make sure he had enough money for the rent at their apartment, since he was the one paying it, with Tom not working; yet Tom still bitched he wasn’t home enough. “Of course, sir, thank you,” he smiled before he dashed off to the backroom to clock out.
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Deacon’s eyes opened as confusion settled in, making him wonder why he had even had that memory at a time like this. His attention was quickly brought back to what was going on when Joe bit down on his neck, making his eyes slip closed as he moaned. He took hold of Joe’s shirt with the hand not in Joe’s hair, and tugged, wanting it gone, his memory quickly getting pushed to the back of his mind, right where it belonged.
Joe grinned as he let go of his lover’s hardened cock and removed his shirt, moaning when Deacon took the chance to latch his mouth to Joe’s neck, his fangs grazing against the flesh there. He shivered and pulled Deacon closer, their chests and stomachs pressing together as a soft moan escaped Joe when he felt Deacon bite down a little harder, knowing his fangs were threatening to break skin. “You really are a fucking devil,” he groaned as Deacon reached down between them and pulled Joe’s cock out from his open pants and gave a firm squeeze before he started to slowly stroke it.
“I don’t hear you complaining,” Deacon taunted in Joe’s mind as he rubbed his thumb over the slit on Joe’s hard, making Joe moan and lightly dig his fingertips into Deacon’s hips. He continued to tease Joe’s neck with his tongue and teeth as he added on, “But I can stop if you’d like...”
“Don’t you dare,” Joe growled out before moaning when Deacon’s thumb rubbed over his slit once more.
Deacon moved his mouth down Joe’s neck, to his shoulder, before kissing across his chest. He paused at the hollow of Joe’s throat where he darted his tongue out, tasting the flesh there as Joe shivered against him. “I think you very much enjoy what I’m doing,” he purred as he stroked the cock in his hand faster.
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Deacon smiled wide as ran up the stairs to the apartment he and Tom shared, skipping a step at a time every other step until he got to their floor, just now wondering why he hadn’t thought to use the elevator, but he didn’t care, he was home early and he couldn’t wait to curl up in Tom’s arms. Before he got to the door he had his keys out, and as soon as he unlocked and opened the door, his smile dropped and a frown darkened his features when he saw Tom and the new neighbor upstairs, whose name Deacon had yet to learn, locked in a heated embrace, their hands roaming all over each other’s bodies.
“T-Tom...?” He choked out, his chest tightening even more as his boyfriend looked up from his spot on top of the neighbor and lifted a brow.
“What are you doing home?” Tom questioned as the guy under him arched is neck to look backwards at Deacon.
“I... I got off work early,” Deacon replied. “They were slow so I got sent home... Wh-What the Hell are you doing?”
Tom rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I’m trying to get laid Deacon, if you don’t mind I’d like to finish what I started with Greg, here.”
Greg? Deacon thought. What the fuck kind of name is Greg for a guy you’re cheating on me with!? “Actually, Tom, I do mind,” Deacon said with as much authority as he could muster as his heart began to fall apart inside his chest. He looked to Greg as Tom sat up between Greg’s knees, and he was thankful they were both still clothed. “I’d like you to leave.”
“He’s not leaving, Deacon,” Tom chuckled as he got off of the couch and moved over to Deacon, who turned angered, hurt eyes on him. “As a matter of fact, go somewhere while I get off, I’ll call you when he’s gone.”
Deacon stared in disbelief as he studied Tom’s eyes and face, looking for some hint to show he was kidding about making Deacon leave the apartment, he paid the rent on, the apartment Tom didn’t pay anything on, but frowned when all he got was an annoyed sigh. “I’m not leaving, Tom. He’s leaving, and so are you. We’re over, get out of my home.”
Tom grinned before he chuckled. “You’re leaving me?”
“Yes,” Deacon snapped as he turned a cold glare to Greg. “Get. Out. Now!”
Before Deacon had a chance to react, the back of a hand connected with the side of his face, his head jerking to the side from the sudden, unexpected impact. Deacon stayed motionless, his line of vision on the floor as the pain in his face slowly grew more and more. Finally he found it himself to look at Tom who was smirking at him.
“It’s your own fault you know,” Tom said as he flexed his hand, which probably stung as much as Deacon’s face.
“Wh-What?” Deacon questioned as tears began to sting and prick at his eyes.
“It’s your fault I was cheating on you,” Tom stated, as if it had been the most obvious thing in the world.
“How the Hell is it my fault you can’t keep your cock in your pants!?” Deacon exclaimed as he swung his hand at Tom’s face, crying out in pain when Tom caught his arm by the wrist and twisted, ignoring the loud, sickening snap that had Deacon let out a soft sob a he tried to grab at Tom’s hand to free his now throbbing wrist. “T-Tom, let go!” He cried out as his tears began to flow freely now as the pain in his face from the slap, the pain in his chest from the betrayal, and now the pain in his potentially broken wrist all came together, mingling, becoming to much for him to bare.
“How dare you think of hitting me, when this is all your fault, you worthless little piece of shit,” Tom growled out as he let go of Deacon’s wrist, smirking in satisfaction when Deacon cradled his arm to his chest, crying softly.
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Deacon quickly pulled away from a very confused Joe as the pain from that night suddenly erupted in his wrist, making him cry out as Joe quickly pulled up his pants, his lust forgotten at the look of pain etched in Deacon’s features.
“Deacon, what happened?” Joe questioned as he tried to move closer to Deacon, only to have him shy away from him, crying softly. “Deacon, Deacon talk to me, please,” he begged softly.
“You know the funny thing, my pet?” Beckett’s voice echoed in Deacon’s mind, making him tremble with an emotion he thought he had lost long ago. “I truly did make you, and if I wanted, I could break you.” Deacon screamed in pain as Beckett worked himself inside of his pet’s mind and made the pain flare up even more. “I ended that pain, by giving you a gift,” he purred, “and now I’m wondering if I shouldn’t have left you to walk in misery.”
Joe quickly took out his cell phone and sent a text to Pete, telling him to get home as soon as possible before he slipped it back in his pocket. He quickly pulled Deacon into his arms, not letting him pull away, even though it was a struggle at first, before Deacon finally settled into Joe’s arms, crying uncontrollably as Beckett let go of the pain.
“When I see you, my pet, I promise to kill you by my hands,” Beckett spoke before letting go. “Breaking you in person will be so much fun...”
[Author's Note: Poor Deacon, being haunted by his past while somewhat trying to make a new life. I have some things coming up I think you guys will like, but I need reassurance you still like what's here =)]
“I know you have, Joe,” Deacon managed to reply even though his voice was failing him. “I miss-...Oh, Gods... I missed it too.” He moaned when Joe’s hand moved his own hand to the side and wrapped around his cock, jerking slowly as his hands found Joe’s shoulders. As he bucked his hips, he whimpered Joe’s name and tangled a hand in the small curls on top of Joe’s head, giving a tug that made Joe moan.
- - - - -
“Deacon!”
Deacon turned around at he sound of his name being called and focused on the figure of his manager heading over to him. “Yes sir?”
“Listen, it’s running pretty slow tonight, and to be honest I don’t feel like having people waste my clock. Would you mind being one of the people that go home early? Save me some money?”
Deacon smiled wide as he realized this meant he would get to spend some extra time with his boyfriend, Tom, who was always complaining they never got to spend any time together. Normally Deacon pulled over time, to make sure he had enough money for the rent at their apartment, since he was the one paying it, with Tom not working; yet Tom still bitched he wasn’t home enough. “Of course, sir, thank you,” he smiled before he dashed off to the backroom to clock out.
- - - - -
Deacon’s eyes opened as confusion settled in, making him wonder why he had even had that memory at a time like this. His attention was quickly brought back to what was going on when Joe bit down on his neck, making his eyes slip closed as he moaned. He took hold of Joe’s shirt with the hand not in Joe’s hair, and tugged, wanting it gone, his memory quickly getting pushed to the back of his mind, right where it belonged.
Joe grinned as he let go of his lover’s hardened cock and removed his shirt, moaning when Deacon took the chance to latch his mouth to Joe’s neck, his fangs grazing against the flesh there. He shivered and pulled Deacon closer, their chests and stomachs pressing together as a soft moan escaped Joe when he felt Deacon bite down a little harder, knowing his fangs were threatening to break skin. “You really are a fucking devil,” he groaned as Deacon reached down between them and pulled Joe’s cock out from his open pants and gave a firm squeeze before he started to slowly stroke it.
“I don’t hear you complaining,” Deacon taunted in Joe’s mind as he rubbed his thumb over the slit on Joe’s hard, making Joe moan and lightly dig his fingertips into Deacon’s hips. He continued to tease Joe’s neck with his tongue and teeth as he added on, “But I can stop if you’d like...”
“Don’t you dare,” Joe growled out before moaning when Deacon’s thumb rubbed over his slit once more.
Deacon moved his mouth down Joe’s neck, to his shoulder, before kissing across his chest. He paused at the hollow of Joe’s throat where he darted his tongue out, tasting the flesh there as Joe shivered against him. “I think you very much enjoy what I’m doing,” he purred as he stroked the cock in his hand faster.
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Deacon smiled wide as ran up the stairs to the apartment he and Tom shared, skipping a step at a time every other step until he got to their floor, just now wondering why he hadn’t thought to use the elevator, but he didn’t care, he was home early and he couldn’t wait to curl up in Tom’s arms. Before he got to the door he had his keys out, and as soon as he unlocked and opened the door, his smile dropped and a frown darkened his features when he saw Tom and the new neighbor upstairs, whose name Deacon had yet to learn, locked in a heated embrace, their hands roaming all over each other’s bodies.
“T-Tom...?” He choked out, his chest tightening even more as his boyfriend looked up from his spot on top of the neighbor and lifted a brow.
“What are you doing home?” Tom questioned as the guy under him arched is neck to look backwards at Deacon.
“I... I got off work early,” Deacon replied. “They were slow so I got sent home... Wh-What the Hell are you doing?”
Tom rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I’m trying to get laid Deacon, if you don’t mind I’d like to finish what I started with Greg, here.”
Greg? Deacon thought. What the fuck kind of name is Greg for a guy you’re cheating on me with!? “Actually, Tom, I do mind,” Deacon said with as much authority as he could muster as his heart began to fall apart inside his chest. He looked to Greg as Tom sat up between Greg’s knees, and he was thankful they were both still clothed. “I’d like you to leave.”
“He’s not leaving, Deacon,” Tom chuckled as he got off of the couch and moved over to Deacon, who turned angered, hurt eyes on him. “As a matter of fact, go somewhere while I get off, I’ll call you when he’s gone.”
Deacon stared in disbelief as he studied Tom’s eyes and face, looking for some hint to show he was kidding about making Deacon leave the apartment, he paid the rent on, the apartment Tom didn’t pay anything on, but frowned when all he got was an annoyed sigh. “I’m not leaving, Tom. He’s leaving, and so are you. We’re over, get out of my home.”
Tom grinned before he chuckled. “You’re leaving me?”
“Yes,” Deacon snapped as he turned a cold glare to Greg. “Get. Out. Now!”
Before Deacon had a chance to react, the back of a hand connected with the side of his face, his head jerking to the side from the sudden, unexpected impact. Deacon stayed motionless, his line of vision on the floor as the pain in his face slowly grew more and more. Finally he found it himself to look at Tom who was smirking at him.
“It’s your own fault you know,” Tom said as he flexed his hand, which probably stung as much as Deacon’s face.
“Wh-What?” Deacon questioned as tears began to sting and prick at his eyes.
“It’s your fault I was cheating on you,” Tom stated, as if it had been the most obvious thing in the world.
“How the Hell is it my fault you can’t keep your cock in your pants!?” Deacon exclaimed as he swung his hand at Tom’s face, crying out in pain when Tom caught his arm by the wrist and twisted, ignoring the loud, sickening snap that had Deacon let out a soft sob a he tried to grab at Tom’s hand to free his now throbbing wrist. “T-Tom, let go!” He cried out as his tears began to flow freely now as the pain in his face from the slap, the pain in his chest from the betrayal, and now the pain in his potentially broken wrist all came together, mingling, becoming to much for him to bare.
“How dare you think of hitting me, when this is all your fault, you worthless little piece of shit,” Tom growled out as he let go of Deacon’s wrist, smirking in satisfaction when Deacon cradled his arm to his chest, crying softly.
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Deacon quickly pulled away from a very confused Joe as the pain from that night suddenly erupted in his wrist, making him cry out as Joe quickly pulled up his pants, his lust forgotten at the look of pain etched in Deacon’s features.
“Deacon, what happened?” Joe questioned as he tried to move closer to Deacon, only to have him shy away from him, crying softly. “Deacon, Deacon talk to me, please,” he begged softly.
“You know the funny thing, my pet?” Beckett’s voice echoed in Deacon’s mind, making him tremble with an emotion he thought he had lost long ago. “I truly did make you, and if I wanted, I could break you.” Deacon screamed in pain as Beckett worked himself inside of his pet’s mind and made the pain flare up even more. “I ended that pain, by giving you a gift,” he purred, “and now I’m wondering if I shouldn’t have left you to walk in misery.”
Joe quickly took out his cell phone and sent a text to Pete, telling him to get home as soon as possible before he slipped it back in his pocket. He quickly pulled Deacon into his arms, not letting him pull away, even though it was a struggle at first, before Deacon finally settled into Joe’s arms, crying uncontrollably as Beckett let go of the pain.
“When I see you, my pet, I promise to kill you by my hands,” Beckett spoke before letting go. “Breaking you in person will be so much fun...”
[Author's Note: Poor Deacon, being haunted by his past while somewhat trying to make a new life. I have some things coming up I think you guys will like, but I need reassurance you still like what's here =)]
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