Chapter Fifty-nine: Her Prized Possession

Chapter 59

Her Prized Possession

Tristan’s breathing hitched when Robin entered the room. He struggled against his bonds and arched his back, Ashlee not moving from her spot on his chest. 

Tristan: “What is the meaning of this?! That Frankie thing… It was a trap!”

He hissed. Robin giggled and ran her nails over his shins. Tristan shivered and jerked his legs. 

Robin: “You always were highly intelligent, Tristan…”

She said softly. 

Tristan: “...What is the meaning of this?!”

He asked sharply. 

Tristan: “Why are you kidnapping me?! Why am I just in my underwear?! Why do you want me?! Before you kidnapped me, we hadn’t spoken since collège and I don’t recall us speaking much!”

He snapped at her. She clicked her tongue and locked her gaze on his crotch and briefs. 

Robin: “Tristan, unlike Claude, you understood me… You listened to me, knew about the ballets I did, and attended them. You understood my references to Shakespeare and other classic literature… You weren’t like the other boys! You still aren’t!”

She said passionately, locking her white-hot gaze on him. Tristan shook his head and glared at her. 

Tristan: “And this justifies kidnapping me?!”

He asked in a high-pitched squawk, spreading his fingers out, nodding to his bonds. 

Robin cupped his face and smiled. 

Robin: “Yes, it does, Tristan.”

She crooned. Tristan jerked his head away from her touch. Robin sneered when he did that.

Robin: “You and I belong together. You don’t need to be with that slacker ‘rockstar’ wannabe or that other heavy metal girl! They’re the dregs of humanity! You need someone on your level and that is me, Tristan! I am an elegant and refined lady! You need a high-class lady of society and not hoodlums!”

She said loftily. Tristan rolled his eyes and shook his head. 

Tristan: “That is the same speech you delivered but worded differently. Telling me I am ‘not like other boys’ is not the compliment you think it is and you don’t get to dictate who I fall in love with or befriend!”

He fielded scathingly. 

Tristan: “Just because Deimos dresses in heavy metal attire and is starting his metal band doesn’t make our connection or love for each other weak. That is an erroneous conclusion to jump to.”

He began as his voice rose. His nostrils flared. 

Tristan: “Back in collège, I don’t recall you ever asking anything about me, whether it be my goals, interests, or my life. You just dropped in whenever I was reading at the library to talk about yourself and whine about Claude.”

He concluded and glowered at her. Robin’s face twisted with disgust. 

Robin: “Claude was a pathetic loser, Tristan! And we DID share the same interests!”

She flicked her fingers at him. Tristan threw his head back and laughed.

Tristan: “Please. I knew of the ballets and plays you did. I have more interests outside watching ballets or Shakespeare plays.” 

He said bitterly. 

Robin folded her arms over her chest and pouted. 

Robin: “I can see that lazy metalhead slob is trying to make you as uncultured as he is.”

She growled. Tristan glared contemptuously at her. 

Tristan: “How dare you assume Deimos is uncultured because he dresses unconventionally? I only stated I have other interests outside of ballets, plays, and literature. And how do you know Deimos doesn’t know this stuff? Well, guess what: he does know this stuff as well as I do. Appearances are deceiving! It’s a novel idea you should try sometime.” 

He said dryly. Robin clenched her fist and bared her teeth. 

Tristan: “Besides which, if I meant so much to you, why didn’t you keep in touch with me after I left Nouvelle Gaule?”

He challenged her, having enough of her prattle. Robin clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes. She sat on the bed and tickled his armpits. Tristan gasped, threw his head back, and laughed. 

Tristan: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

He laughed and thrashed around as Ashlee remained on his chest. 

She stopped and ran her nails down his legs. Tristan panted wildly and glared down at her. She fluttered her nails over his feet. He laughed hard and squirmed. 

Tristan: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!”

He howled with laughter, thrashing against his bonds as tears filled his green eyes. She grinned, loving his reaction to being tickled. She tickled his toes, in between his toes, and the balls of his feet. Tristan’s laughter turned into a high-pitched shriek. His laughter filled her living quarters. It was music to her ears. 

Tristan: “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OHOHOHOHOHOHOHO! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE MAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAKE IT STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!’

He wheezed in between laughing and gasped for air. 

As she tickled him, she flicked her gaze to his groin and bit her bottom lip. She stopped tickling his feet to let him catch his breath. Tristan panted heavily and inhaled and exhaled sharply, feeling weary and overwhelmed. Tears dripped down his cheeks as he swallowed hard. 

She trailed her hand up his leg. Tristan’s heart thundered in his chest. He froze turgid with fear when he felt her hand trailing up his inner thigh. 

Tristan: “No… NO! Don’t you dare! That is only for Deimos to touch!”

He cried. Her nails fluttered over his crotch. Tristan jerked and jolted. He laughed hard and thrashed around. 

Tristan: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” 

He laughed hard, pleading with her to stop as she relentlessly tickled his penis through his briefs. 

Tristan: “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OHOHOHOHOHOHO GOHOHOHOD! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!’

He laughed hard and thrashed around, gasping for air and feeling a sensory overload. 

She smirked fluttering her nails over his manhood, loving his squirm and pleas for her to stop. Robin would never give a man a blowjob but she would make an exception for Tristan. She felt her arousal soar as he laughed hard, bouncing and struggling against his bonds. 

Tristan laughed breathy laughs, trembled all over, and passed out. Robin loomed over him and smirked. 

~

Tristan’s eyes fluttered. His head and chest ached. He felt clammy. He groaned and gritted his teeth. He moved his legs. I can move my legs, he thought. His eyes snapped open. He was in a living room on a red velvet lounge. There was a red oriental rug on the floor in front of the fireplace. On the mantel of the fireplace were ballerina figurines. Pictures of Robin in her ballet dance costume hung above the mantel.

Behind the lounge where Tristan lay was a large oak bookshelf filled with books. On some of the shelves, he noticed there were pictures of him—school pictures he had taken when he was fourteen. 

Tristan swallowed hard. He still had the power-supressing collar on but his ankles were free. His wrists were tied behind his back. He gnashed his teeth as he sat up. 

Robin entered the living room in her lingerie and smiled at him.

Robin: “You were out for a bit.”

Tristan: “Now you tell me.”

He said dryly. 

He stood up from the lounge and inhaled sharply. She approached him, placing her hands on the wall of his masculine chest. She pursed her lips. Tristan stared down at her. 

Tristan: “Take this collar off me.”

He asked firmly. Robin scoffed.

Robin: “As if, Tristan.”

She purred caressing his chest, feeling his soft skin. His breathing hitched. Her left hand massaged his shoulder. Tristan drew a long breath. Best to keep it cool, he thought. 

She reached up and tickled his neck. Tristan flinched and laughed a bit. 

Tristan: “Hehehehehehehehe!”

She giggled at his reaction and stopped tickling him.

Robin: “I love that not only are you highly intelligent and cultured but also extremely ticklish!”

She smirked. Tristan drew a rough breath and rolled his eyes.

Tristan: “Now you tell me.”

He said dryly. 

Gabriel and Oscar entered. Bruises, swellings, and blood covered Gabriel. Oscar appeared crestfallen. Tristan felt a lump form in his stomach. Then it dawned on him: what happened to Deimos?! He wondered as panic took hold of him. 

Gabriel: “He’s gone, Mistress! He’s swimmin’ wit’ the fishes.”

He slashed his foreigner over his neck and made a clicking sound. 

Tristan: ‘Wh-What do you mean?!”

He stammered. Robin cupped Tristan’s face. 

Robin: “If you’re not going to dump Deimos, I will make him disappear, which I did.”

The color drained from Tristan’s face and his heart hammered in his chest. 

Tristan: “No… NO! NO! WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!”

He bawled and rushed to Gabriel. Robin held him back. 

Tristan: “LET ME GO!”

He screamed at her. Robin drew back, her face contorted with rage. 

Tristan gnashed his teeth as the hot tears poured down his cheeks. He tried to use his ice powers and the collar shocked him. He cried in pain and collapsed on the floor, panting. 

Tristan: “I will… kill all of you!”

He sobbed and glared at Robin and Gabriel with a burning hatred. 

Robin: “Stop this now, Tristan! This is for your own good! If you continue to try to use your ice powers, the collar will kill you!”

She bellowed. Tristan cried and tried to use his powers. The shock from the collar coursed through his body as the pain overwhelmed him. He screamed and roared in pain. 

Tristan: “I don’t care! Then I will die! I will die before I ever become yours!”

He hissed through clenched teeth at her. Robin glared indignantly at him. She delivered a slap to his face. Tristan panted with hot fury. 

He staggered to his feet and tried to use his powers, which shocked him again. He screamed in pain and collapsed to the floor panting. Blood dripped from his nose. Robin sneered at him. 

Robin: “Insolent man!”

She grabbed the back of his head locking her gaze on him. Her scleras turned black as her gaze sent him into a hypnotic state. He collapsed to the floor in a daze. 

~

Gabriel threw Tristan on Robin’s bed. Robin smirked and hovered over him, caressing his face.

Robin: “I like you better this way, Tristan. Silent and docile.”

She laughed. 

Gabriel wiped the blood from his nose. 

Gabriel: “I’ll be in the Winnebago if ya need me, mistress.” 

He drawled and proceeded to leave the room. 

Gabriel froze in his tracks.

Gabriel: “WHAT THE FUCK?! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!”

He shrieked. When Robin heard those words, the laughter died on her lips. 

Gabriel slammed into the wall and winced in pain. Deimos marched up to him and punched him across the jaw. Gabriel glared at him and withdrew his gun. 

Gabriel: “You goddamn fucker! I’ll kill ya right here, right now!”

He snapped and aimed his pistol. Deimos kicked his wrist, sending the gun flying, and slid across the corridor. 

Deimos kneed his stomach. Gabriel doubled over roaring in anger and pain. He charged after him, slamming him into the wall. Gabriel’s body tensed up, clutching onto Deimos’ shoulder spinning him around and slamming him into the wall. 

Gabriel: “I’ll fuckin’ kill ya!”

He growled and pointed his Beretta gun at his stomach. Deimos grabbed the gun raising it in the air. It fired and Robin screamed, cupping her ears. 

Deimos slammed the butt of the gun into Gabriel’s head and delivered an uppercut. He swung his fist against Gabriel’s jaw. He collapsed on Gabriel wrestling him for the gun. Gabriel’s free hand pounded at Deimos relentlessly as he roared with anger. Deimos felt himself weakening, losing consciousness under the savage man’s assault. 

He couldn’t lose consciousness and couldn’t heal himself. It would be the end for him and for Tristan. He fought for Tristan. With all his remaining strength, Deimos’ hand closed around Gabriel’s hand twisting his fingers closed around the gun, breaking them. Gabriel howled in pain. Deimos grabbed his arm and threw him over the railing. Gabriel fell and hit the floor, breaking his arm. 

He marched back into Robin’s room. She rushed to close the door but he jammed his foot in and shoved the door open sending her crash to the floor. 

Robin: “HOW DARE YOU HIT ME, I AM A WOMAN!”

She cried. 

Deimos ignored her and went to Tristan. Someone kicked the door open and Darrel stood in the doorway. He wore gladiator armor and held a shock rod. 

Darrel: ‘You beat the jock, now you get the shock!”

He sang as electricity coursed through the rod. Deimos glowered at him. He could only heal Tristan and himself. He couldn’t deal with this oaf of a man in his ridiculous get-up. 

Darrel marched to him, raising his rod and suddenly he was haymakered and crashed through the wall. Celeste stood before him, her legs braced apart. Deimos smiled and nodded. He healed Tristan using his vitakinsis and himself. Tristan’s eyes fluttered. His vision was blurry but he could see Deimos. He snapped his eyes open seeing Deimos looking down at him with a smile and caressing his face. 

Tristan’s eyes filled with tears. He cried and wrapped his arms around Deimos. The two kissed deeply. Robin saw this and pounded the floor crying. Ashlee curled up on Darrel lying in the bathroom through the broken wall. Deimos carried Tristan out in his arms and Tristan held Deimos close, not wanting to let him go as the three left the building. Oscar watched them go with a smile. Tristan is so lucky, he thought. 

Robin: “OSCAR, YOU MORON! DO SOMETHING! STOP STANDING THERE BEING USELESS!”

She shrieked. 

~

Tristan was back in his suit and glad to be in Deimos’ car. He held his hand and leaned on him. 

Deimos: “I have to make one quick stop before we go home and I’m all yours.’

He said softly and kissed his hand. 

Tristan: “Oh? Where? I never asked you who saved you.”

Deimos paused and pursed his lips. 

Deimos: “You know what happened?”

Tristan shook his head.

Tristan: “No, not really.” 

Deimos lowered his head. 

Deimos: “Gabriel beat me up after I fell into one of Robin’s traps and threw me in the ocean. I thought I was going to die.”

He said grimly. Tristan knit his eyebrows and caressed his face. 

Deimos: ‘But I came to in the park… He didn’t tell me who he was. He was Latino with blond hair.”

His eyelids dipped. 

Deimos: “I thought I saw… gills on his stomach.”

Tristan raised his eyebrows. 

Tristan: “He has an ability as one of us.’

Deimos nodded quickly. 

Deimos: “All he asked me to do was heal Craig.”

Tristan blinked. 

Tristan: “Is he a relative?”

Deimos shrugged briefly. 

Deimos: “I am assuming so but I don’t know who he is to Craig.” 

~

At Pink Top General Hospital, Craig lay sleeping in his bed. Fabien wasn’t in his room. Visiting hours were over. It was late, so of course, he wouldn’t be. Deimos had to bribe the security guard to let him in because he didn’t want to talk to Craig or Fabien right now. He wanted to do this and spend his time with his beloved Tristan. 

Deimos looked at him and held his hands out. A purple glow emitted from his hand as he healed Craig, mending his broken bones and sealing up his wounds. Deimos stared at him when he finished feeling exhausted. He backed out slowly and quietly and left the room. 

~

Deimos and Tristan lay in Tristan’s bed, Tristain in his silver silk pajamas, and Deimos in his red plaid pajamas, holding each other close. 

Tristan: “I never want to let you go, Deimos. I thought I lost you…”

He said and knit his eyebrows. Deimos kissed him deeply. 

Deimos: “You’re not going to lose me, Tristan… You will never lose me. I love you.”

He said softly, running his fingers over his soft, luscious lips. He cupped Tristan’s face and kissed him deeply. Tristan felt warmth course through his body. He felt loved and felt safe. 

~

Noah was in the bar of Percy’s mansion as he explained to him what happened between Jaxon and Celeste. Percy’s fingers closed tightly around the stem of his cocktail as he felt his fury soar. 

Percy: “That goddamn BITCH!’

He snapped and threw his glass against the wall, where it shattered upon impact. Noah cleared his throat. 

Noah: “Is Robin going to cause issues for us, sir?”

Percy: “She knows I am the man behind Jaxon, so yes, darling, she will be a problem!”

He snapped and then a smile curled on his lips. 

Percy: “She wants a magical show? I will damn well give her one.”

He smiled tightly.