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Title: Maybe Not Just a Pet 3/?
Character/Pairing: Scud, Deacon Frost, Quinn, Mercury.
Word Count: 981
Rating: T+
Warnings: Master/slave themes, abuse, language.
Summary: He sometimes doesn't know how to follow orders because he's so weak.
Notes: Now a series! Part 1. Part 2.
“Well, lookie lookie! What do we have here?” a voice shouted, causing Scud to jump where he was sitting and drop his cigarette. Deacon said he had to step out and to stay put in his bedroom. The thing was…Scud was dying for a cigarette. Just a short couple of puffs. It had been a while since his last one. And the taste was a memorable one that he’d forgotten how much he missed.
He looked to find a man and woman coming in - the man tall and burly looking with sunglasses on his face and long dirty blond hair; the woman slender and pale in all white with slicked back hair that looked bleached. Scud had no idea who they were, but had a gut feeling it wasn’t going to be a good thing for him.
Swallowing, he lowered his eyes and heard the woman said, “Maybe Deac’s finally went out and got himself a pet.”
Scud wasn’t really sure how he was supposed to act around these people and only raised his eyes to look between the two a moment. The man smirked and said, “Aw, he’s a good little pet. Knows to keep his fucking trap shut.”
He stood up, fully intending to hurry back into Deacon’s room when he found himself being thrown against a wall. His back slapped into the very solid wall and Scud couldn’t help but give a small cry of pain. He still wasn’t fully healed from being the previous day, apparently. Crumpling to the floor though, he figured it would be best to stay down. Maybe Deacon would be back soon. Or maybe he’d sent them to just take care of him. He wasn’t clear on any of his thoughts currently and just wanted his back to quit throbbing.
A hand grabbed his hair though seconds after he gave up on thinking, causing him to whimper. “You can play with us. Me and Merc’ll be gentle.” Scud whined, eyes shutting and brow knotting as he tried to hold back a sob. This wasn’t what Deacon promised him, so why was it happening?
Bracing himself for whatever was going to next as he felt the man’s grip tighten in his hair, pulling a little more - it suddenly stopped and something rained over his face and there was a shout.
“Motherfuck! What the fuck, man?!”
Scud blinked his eyes open and realized it was ash. The same thing that came about when a vampire died. He also realized that the man in front of him was missing his hand as he fumbled backwards to nearly trip over the sofa. The woman was watching with hands on her hips and a glare on her face that easily slipped into amusement as she laughed.
There were a pair of feet though and he heard Deacon’s voice yell, “Who the fuck told you to touch, Quinn? Learn to keep your fucking hands to yourself. Or next time, I won’t be so kind.”
Knowing it was Deacon made him sigh a breath of relief and keep his hands on the floor, bracing himself slightly while pain flowed through him with too much ease.
“And you…”
Scud twitched and Deacon’s hand came across his face roughly, making his head whip to the side. It burned, but less than the pain up his spine.
“Get back in there. I told you not to come out.” His voice was still raised, but much less powerful compared to when he yelled at the man - Quinn.
“I’m sorry,” Scud muttered as he got to his feet with a wince and moved around the corner, back into Deacon’s room. He sat on the floor, back against the bed because he didn’t think Deacon would care that he was in pain to begin with.
Even with the door shut though, he could hear the conversation between the three. Quinn spoke first.
“Deac, man, we didn’t-“
Deacon cut him off and said, “Shut the fuck up!” Silence loomed for a moment before he continued. “You don’t touch him, got it? He’s mine. And when I say don’t touch him, I mean don’t fucking touch him or you’ll be missing both hands.”
The female spoke up then. “So where’d you pick him up?”
“Last time I checked, you report to me. Not the other way around,” Deacon said sharply. Scud heard some footsteps and then the door opened, only for Deacon to step in and slam shut behind him. It made him jump and shrink down slightly. He paced the room before stopping in front of Scud and asked, “What’d Quinn do to you, hm?”
“Nothing,” Scud explained. “He just…threw me once. That’s all.” He felt like it was his fault that Deacon was angry because it just made sense. If he hadn’t left the room, none of this probably would have happened. The familiar moved a hand to cover his right and still bandaged wrist as he lowered his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“Quinn’s an idiot. But I’m sure it’ll sink in to keep his hands off you. And Mercury… She just doesn’t give a fuck.” He crossed his arms and looked upwards towards the ceiling as he added, “Why didn’t you follow orders, pet?”
“I just…” A shake of his head and he couldn’t bring himself to admit he snuck out for a smoke.
“Next time, ask beforehand.” Deacon quipped, moving to sit himself in front of his computer. “I can smell the smoke all over you.” He paused as he turned on the computer and started typing something. Without glancing in Scud’s direction, he told him, “Lay down. You’re not fooling anyone.”
Scud just swallowed and nodded slowly. How Deacon knew, he wasn’t sure; but he did as told - getting to his feet and lowering himself gently onto Deacon’s strange looking bed and just silently listened to the vampire’s fingers flying across the keyboard.
Character/Pairing: Scud, Deacon Frost, Quinn, Mercury.
Word Count: 981
Rating: T+
Warnings: Master/slave themes, abuse, language.
Summary: He sometimes doesn't know how to follow orders because he's so weak.
Notes: Now a series! Part 1. Part 2.
“Well, lookie lookie! What do we have here?” a voice shouted, causing Scud to jump where he was sitting and drop his cigarette. Deacon said he had to step out and to stay put in his bedroom. The thing was…Scud was dying for a cigarette. Just a short couple of puffs. It had been a while since his last one. And the taste was a memorable one that he’d forgotten how much he missed.
He looked to find a man and woman coming in - the man tall and burly looking with sunglasses on his face and long dirty blond hair; the woman slender and pale in all white with slicked back hair that looked bleached. Scud had no idea who they were, but had a gut feeling it wasn’t going to be a good thing for him.
Swallowing, he lowered his eyes and heard the woman said, “Maybe Deac’s finally went out and got himself a pet.”
Scud wasn’t really sure how he was supposed to act around these people and only raised his eyes to look between the two a moment. The man smirked and said, “Aw, he’s a good little pet. Knows to keep his fucking trap shut.”
He stood up, fully intending to hurry back into Deacon’s room when he found himself being thrown against a wall. His back slapped into the very solid wall and Scud couldn’t help but give a small cry of pain. He still wasn’t fully healed from being the previous day, apparently. Crumpling to the floor though, he figured it would be best to stay down. Maybe Deacon would be back soon. Or maybe he’d sent them to just take care of him. He wasn’t clear on any of his thoughts currently and just wanted his back to quit throbbing.
A hand grabbed his hair though seconds after he gave up on thinking, causing him to whimper. “You can play with us. Me and Merc’ll be gentle.” Scud whined, eyes shutting and brow knotting as he tried to hold back a sob. This wasn’t what Deacon promised him, so why was it happening?
Bracing himself for whatever was going to next as he felt the man’s grip tighten in his hair, pulling a little more - it suddenly stopped and something rained over his face and there was a shout.
“Motherfuck! What the fuck, man?!”
Scud blinked his eyes open and realized it was ash. The same thing that came about when a vampire died. He also realized that the man in front of him was missing his hand as he fumbled backwards to nearly trip over the sofa. The woman was watching with hands on her hips and a glare on her face that easily slipped into amusement as she laughed.
There were a pair of feet though and he heard Deacon’s voice yell, “Who the fuck told you to touch, Quinn? Learn to keep your fucking hands to yourself. Or next time, I won’t be so kind.”
Knowing it was Deacon made him sigh a breath of relief and keep his hands on the floor, bracing himself slightly while pain flowed through him with too much ease.
“And you…”
Scud twitched and Deacon’s hand came across his face roughly, making his head whip to the side. It burned, but less than the pain up his spine.
“Get back in there. I told you not to come out.” His voice was still raised, but much less powerful compared to when he yelled at the man - Quinn.
“I’m sorry,” Scud muttered as he got to his feet with a wince and moved around the corner, back into Deacon’s room. He sat on the floor, back against the bed because he didn’t think Deacon would care that he was in pain to begin with.
Even with the door shut though, he could hear the conversation between the three. Quinn spoke first.
“Deac, man, we didn’t-“
Deacon cut him off and said, “Shut the fuck up!” Silence loomed for a moment before he continued. “You don’t touch him, got it? He’s mine. And when I say don’t touch him, I mean don’t fucking touch him or you’ll be missing both hands.”
The female spoke up then. “So where’d you pick him up?”
“Last time I checked, you report to me. Not the other way around,” Deacon said sharply. Scud heard some footsteps and then the door opened, only for Deacon to step in and slam shut behind him. It made him jump and shrink down slightly. He paced the room before stopping in front of Scud and asked, “What’d Quinn do to you, hm?”
“Nothing,” Scud explained. “He just…threw me once. That’s all.” He felt like it was his fault that Deacon was angry because it just made sense. If he hadn’t left the room, none of this probably would have happened. The familiar moved a hand to cover his right and still bandaged wrist as he lowered his eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“Quinn’s an idiot. But I’m sure it’ll sink in to keep his hands off you. And Mercury… She just doesn’t give a fuck.” He crossed his arms and looked upwards towards the ceiling as he added, “Why didn’t you follow orders, pet?”
“I just…” A shake of his head and he couldn’t bring himself to admit he snuck out for a smoke.
“Next time, ask beforehand.” Deacon quipped, moving to sit himself in front of his computer. “I can smell the smoke all over you.” He paused as he turned on the computer and started typing something. Without glancing in Scud’s direction, he told him, “Lay down. You’re not fooling anyone.”
Scud just swallowed and nodded slowly. How Deacon knew, he wasn’t sure; but he did as told - getting to his feet and lowering himself gently onto Deacon’s strange looking bed and just silently listened to the vampire’s fingers flying across the keyboard.