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@deacon-ghost
hiddenjemsamuels:
Jem pulled back and looked at the other. “Do you feel any better after that?”
Deacon looked at the blonde male as he pulled away and questioned if he felt any better. For a moment Deacon was silent before shaking his head “This isn’t something a simple hug will take away.” he mumbled.
hiddenjemsamuels:
“Okay well I’m going to hug you now.” He replied before scooting right next to the other and wrapping his arms around the man.
Seemed the boy didn’t know what to do and so he figured a hug was as good as anything. Deacon allowed it, simply watching the boy through a drunk gaze. He was fairly cute, not completely his type but perhaps he needed a break from all people similar to Milton.
hiddenjemsamuels:
Jem sat down and scooted closer. “Yes it does.” He murmured. “That’s how we start making you feel better is by figuring out what’s wrong.”
“There is no making me feel better unless the old man or Milton end up dead.” he stated not even giving two shits who heard him anymore.
brodymurphyyourhonor:
“Alright.” Brody nodded and stood up before reaching down to pull the other up. “We’re going to my suite. We’ll figure out what you want and maybe what you need there.”
Deacon didn’t even try to fight the male - if he wanted to drag him to his suite then he would allow it for now. It was better than being stared at in Surrender more than likely.
hiddenjemsamuels:
“Well Gunner gave it to me. So that really means it could be from anyone. Definitely an associate though. Or Alex, but Alex probably wouldn’t send a note. Why are you in a bad mood?”
Hearing that the male didn’t even know who it was from he didn’t worry about it. Probably paperwork of some kind and he had no use for it right now. At the question of his mood he shrugged. “Doesn’t matter.”
brodymurphyyourhonor:
“Well I have a full bar and a willing body. If rough sex is your way of venting we can do that too.”
“I don’t know what I want right now.” Although he knew what he wanted. He wanted Milton - or to kill the male or Bellamy. Either would do for him. Regardless he would most likely die before accomplishing either task.
milton-lomax:
“Why must everyone dub me to be someone’s bitch all of a sudden? At least say slave if you won’t use asset.” Milton had a string of unfortunate encounters through the day. Bellamy’s house guest and Deacon’s best friend being among the top of the list. Not that his interaction with Deacon was ranking any positive points either. “I’m not reveling in anything, Deacon. But good to know you blame me for the way things turned out with us.” He would’ve returned the bottle but when Deacon actually spoke of wishing for the release of death it angered Milton a bit. Enough that he had to refrain from throwing the bottle at him for speaking that way. “If I knew you were so eager to die then maybe I should’ve pressed the issue of Bellamy putting a bullet in your head when I had the chance.”
In his eyes Milton was a bitch, and now forever would continue to be one and nothing more. Slowly he would kill all feelings he had for the male. If he didn’t then surely he would be driven mad. Hearing the other wasn’t reveling in anything he rolled his eyes. “Then why are you here? To check up on me? Make sure I haven’t killed myself or someone else?” he questioned his eyes cold as they used to be, however sadness was hidden deep within them. “At least I attempted to change for you. Good to know it didn’t mean shit - so yeah I do blame you slightly because you could have given it more time.” it wasn’t like him to be so open - however he had already devoured so much alcohol. “You wont have to - I’m sure he’ll kill me before it’s over with regardless.”
italianinferno:
Dante really wasn’t about being a bottom feeding bitch but he’d actually kind of liked the associate and he was willing to do as he asked, even if it did seem like he was talking to a completely different person than the man he met. He continued to bob his head to a rhythm before moaning softly around the cock to get the right vibrations.
Deacon was a completely different person now - with no need to continue to try and better himself for Milton he would ultimately turn back into the monster he once was bit by bit. He would use people and do as he damn well pleased. Closing his eyes Deacon let his body relax as he let out a light moan as Dante did. It seemed the male had improved after all. Taking it much deeper now than he could before.
milton-lomax:
“And why would I come to gloat? I’m not out to make your life hell, Deacon. These are just the way things happen.” Milton had given the warning Bellamy was in his life. Deacon’s reaction only pushed things into place faster than he expected. And even still after what happened Milton didn’t want to hurt the man. Even though others might feel differently. He took to the bottle that was sitting on the table and noticed how close to the end it was. From the looks of it this wasn’t Deacon’s first. “So this is what you’re going to do now? See how many bottles on the wall it takes to kill a liver?” Holding the bottle lazily at his side.
“Because your the bosses main bitch now - no one can touch you and you’re with the most powerful man.” he stated venom and jealously clear in his tone. “Of course you’re not, you’ll just revel in the pain you caused me for all the pain I caused you right?” Milton could have waited, he could have told Bellamy to wait just a little longer. He doubted the man would have claimed the boy against his will. But Milton wanted it - clearly quite badly. As the already mostly empty bottle was taken he didn’t bat an eye. The words however made him scoff. “Who knows - maybe I’m just testing fate. Either way what does it matter? You want him not me. I’m stuck here until I’m dead - watching you with him. I’m already living in my own personal hell, at least in death I’ll get some fucking peace.”
brodymurphyyourhonor:
“That often seems to be the case.” He looked around the room. “Well, I’m offering a nice bed and someone to either vent to or cuddle or ignore.”
“I’ll stay here.” he stated - having no intention of stopping the flow of alcohol any time soon. “Not one to vent or to cuddle.”
brodymurphyyourhonor:
“Probably. But I’ve made worse mistakes. What’s wrong?”
Everyone seemed to know what was wrong or what caused him to be in this mood. “Everything.” vague and to the point.
milton-lomax:
Milton knew he shouldn’t. But for some odd reason he did. Knowing the news would hit the floors soon enough he had to wonder how Deacon would react. Hoping to soften the blow with letting Deacon know about Bellamy he wasn’t sure the claiming would happen this soon. Knowing his Ghost he’d be somewhere drowning his sorrows in a bottle or a sea of naked boys. Surrender sounded like the perfect spot to do both. Took him a moment to catch the face through the flash of neon lights but there he was stuck in one of the booths. He approached and stopped by the greeting he received. Though to be honestly he couldn’t tell if Deacon was too drunken to see him or was speaking exactly how he felt. “Well…can’t say I expected a warmer welcome.”
Part of Deacon had hoped Milton would seek him out, the other part of him just wanted to be left alone to drown himself in a sea of alcohol. The emotions running through him were eating away at his very being. His normally dead insides felt like they were stirring in agony. This feeling wasn’t one he experienced before and it confused him - so he drank even more. If he woke up in the infirmary from alcohol poisoning so be it. Deacon had seen what looked like Milton from the corner of his eye. However his words were meant for anyone - not just the male. “Come to gloat about your new status? If so I’m not interested in hearing it.”
ezracarsonx:
“Milton,” Ezra repeated. He didn’t recognize the name, but he could make some educated guesses. “Ahhh christ. It’s another love situation then?” he asked, assuming that Deacon had just fallen into what seemed like a trend around the Tower: falling in love, relationships, romance…all that jazz.
“Was he killed?” Ezra asked, perhaps a little harshly. But Ezra himself was currently about halfway towards blasted, feeling warm in his belly and muted emotionally and therefore uncaring about sounding brash or rude. He motioned to one of the servers, who returned with another round of whiskey for Deacon and bourbon for Ezra. “You’re too young to be so bitter, Waller,” Ezra said, even though he was enabling the younger man to drink more. Ezra’s humor tended to be bleak and sardonic. “By the time you get to my age you’d be dead yourself.”
Deacon wasn’t a relationship person - he had never dated anyone let alone been in a proper relationship. If he loved at all it was more possessive than anything. Love wasn’t a word in his vocabulary, he didn’t understand the feeling and he pushed all possibility of it away. However one could say he certainly was in love with Milton.
A chuckle slipped past his lips as the man asked if Milton were dead - if only. The boys death would be more welcome than what had happened. “No - claimed by Bellamy MacNamara.” he stated simply - venom and hatred clearly resonating within those words. As the man spoke of his bitterness Deacon simply smirked. “I’ve been this way since childhood. I don’t see it going away anytime soon.” His hand moved to the glass taking a large swig before looking back to the man. “I’d welcome that - at least I’d finally get some damn peace.”
italianinferno:
Dante was taking the no response as a good thing and shut his eyes so he could deep throat the cock, something he still wasn’t used to that left him choking slightly. But the hand in his hair was guiding him ever so slightly and he worked efficiently as a slim hand creeped up to massage the man’s balls.
Deacon could feel some of the stares but he all but basked in them. Not many people would have the balls to do something like this so publicly - at least from the people he’d seen. A soft groan slipped past the associates lips - his hand reacting on instinct and helping to guide Dante’s head. The sex was oddly taking his mind off Milton. Perhaps sex, drugs and alcohol were all good for shutting out the world.
ezracarsonx:
Ezra’s reasons for frequenting Surrender were somewhat different. He hardly ever did, when Laine was working here. He would’ve been far too distracted by the boy, far too tempted to break the strictly enforced rules of the strip club. But now Laine was disappeared; and so Ezra came down here often. As if Laine would just magically show up again, pretty and sensual and eyes only for Ezra. It was the pain that Ezra liked; that agonizing reminder that anything he cultivated could be gone in an instant.
“Well what’re you in the mood for?” Ezra asked, and then added, “And please don’t say something dour like ‘to be left alone’. You could have done that sitting up in your suite to drown your liver out.”
The others statement made perfect sense - he could have been in his suite drinking his liver into extinction. However here he was sitting in Surrender doing it in public. Perhaps because the place made him feel just a tad better, then again perhaps because he was hoping Milton would show up even though this wasn’t the others hangout.
“Milton.” he stated simply and honestly. It was the only reason he had for the male, he was in the mood for Milton. Yet that possibility had all but flown the coop this morning. He regretted not having spent more time with the male up until his claiming. Though the outcome still would have been the same regardless. So he would sit here and drink himself silly until something of interest happened or he passed out.
italianinferno:
“Alright Captain Mixed-Signals.” The boy unzipped the pants once more and mentally prepared his jaw for what was to come. A quick tongue tracing a trail from balls to tip before he began to lower his mouth down on the cock, figuring the faster the better in current situation. No time for teasing.
Mixed signals wasn’t even the beginning of what was to come as Deacon let go of all emotion. Ultimately becoming the monster he once was now that he had no reason to better himself anymore. Dante made the right move in not teasing him and simply getting right down to business. His hand moved to grip the others locks - always liking the feeling of long hair in his clutches.
kidnappersguidetothegalaxy:
“Dee-kohn.” Not the easiest thing to pronounce, but Cesar muddled his way through it. There was something about this guy.. almost something a little off though Cesar certainly couldn’t have said what it was. It was just a vibe at this point. “It is nice to meet you. Bueno– one moment.” He caught the arm of a passing server and ordered himself four double shots of choice tequila. When they arrive, he downed two in a row and then settled back to chat while he enjoyed the burn. “Do you drink like this very often? I do not feel as though I have seen you down here a lot of the time, but maybe I have just missed you.”
There was a lot off about Deacon - though one couldn’t exactly tell by how he had been portraying himself. Seemed the male was quite eager to try and catch up with him having ordered four doubles. “Not to this point very often. I normally have a drink everyday though.” he stated taking another long swig of his whiskey. “I’m in surrender quite often. The staff knows me fairly well. Normally I’m in a back room.”