Chapter One-hundred Thirteen: Reflection

Chapter 113

Reflection

Deimos was in Tristan’s Château that evening, pacing around, waiting for Tristan to come home from work. He did everything he could to ensure this evening was perfect for him.

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Tristan drove up his driveway after work. He rolled his car into the garage and shut it off. He drew a long breath and got out of his car. He wore a black Italian-cut suit, lilac pressed shirt, dark purple tie, and black wingtip Oxfords. He went out of the mudroom and into the kitchen, where he saw a trail of rose petals on the floor. Tristan quirked an eyebrow and sighed. He entered and set his briefcase on the island, walking toward where they led.

He strolled out to the back patio. His eyes widened at what he saw. It was a small table with a linen cloth, candles lit, a vase of roses, a bucket with ice with a champagne bottle, two champagne flutes, and two chairs.

Deimos came out carrying a bouquet of roses. He wore a black suit jacket, black trousers, a purple leopard print shirt with the buttons undone to expose his platinum chain, and black loafers.

Deimos: “Hello, gorgeous man!”

He smiled and raised the bouquet of roses. A smile tugged at Tristan’s lips as he reddened. He accepted the bouquet and inhaled the wonderful scent of the roses.

Deimos pulled out a chair for Tristan. Tristan set the bouquet down and sat in the chair. Deimos pulled up a chair for himself and sat across from him. He opened the bottle of champagne and poured it into two flutes. Tristan smiled at him.

Deimos: “What do you think?”

Tristan looked around and nodded.

Tristan: “I love this.”

He said breathlessly and took a sip of his champagne. Deimos smiled tenderly at him.

Deimos: “I planned this all for you.”

He said softly, taking his hand. Tristan paused.

Deimos: “...I’m sorry, Tristan.”

He said softly.

Tristan’s eyelids dipped, and he looked away. Deimos knit his eyebrows.

Deimos: “I know I messed up, but I was doing a lot of reflecting during our space apart… As much as I hated being away from you, I needed time to reflect on myself.”

He began as he caressed Tristan’s hand.

Deimos: “I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did to you. That was not fair to you. I was just…”

He drew a breath and knit his eyebrows.

Deimos: “I know your ice powers are strong, but when you get hurt, you get hurt badly! And… I was worried Chelsea was trying to take you from me because Jaxon was getting fed up with saving her!”

He confessed. Tristan slowly turned his head to Deimos.

Tristan: “Deimos, Chelsea was a friend. Nothing more. I know what she was doing with Jaxon, and I never got a chance to speak with her because you snapped at me!”

He snapped. Deimos’ eyelids dipped, and he drew a long breath.

Deimos: “And I am sorry about that. I don’t want to hurt you… I hate seeing you cry… especially when I make you cry.”

He said tenderly. Tristan’s eyelids dipped.

Tristan: “I didn’t know Josh had a lamoris… and it was out there. I just assumed Josh did something to Chelsea. Joe asked Jaxon to find her, and I followed him. I didn’t ask you because you seemed annoyed with her.”

He explained. Deimos sipped his champagne.

Deimos: “Because I was annoyed with her.”

He said bluntly.

Deimos: “Didn’t you see it, Tristan? Yes, Arnie was more annoying than dog shit in your backyard and Josh was a piece of shit but Chelsea was wanting to fuck Jaxon and bed him down. Celeste and Jaxon barely spent time together, but Jaxon didn’t spend time with you or me either. She was always hogging his time. I knew what she was doing.”

He huffed. Tristan paused and nodded.

Tristan: “As did I.”

He sighed.

Tristan: “We never should have gone. Not because of Ichiro, but it caused problems for us… and I know this affected Jaxon and Celeste.”

He knit his eyebrows and raked his fingers through his hair. Deimos raised his eyebrows.

Deimos: “Did Jaxon call you asking you where Celeste was?”

Tristan shook his head.

Tristan: “No… He didn’t. I could tell from Celeste’s expressions and body language, and I connected the dots.”

He replied and drained his flute of champagne. Deimos poured him another glass.

Tristan: “Chelsea was a good friend and I feel dreadful about what Ichiro did to her…”

His bottom lip trembled.

Tristan: “But she did do this, and I knew she only agreed to come to Pink Top City and leave Josh to pursue Jaxon.”

He confessed. Deimos paused.

Deimos: “Chelsea was leaving that douchebag to come live in Pink Top City?”

Tristan nodded and sipped on his champagne. Deimos drew a long, exasperated breath.

Deimos: “Yeah, her wanting Jaxon’s dick was written on the wall. You should have stepped up and told her to knock that shit off. I would have if I had known!”

He said as his voice rose. Tristan rubbed his temples.

Tristan: “Well, you barked at me and made me cry. I got drunk and then Ichiro turned her into that thing, so I never got around to it!”

He said with irritation and hurt.

Deimos knit his eyebrows. He kissed Tristan’s hand.

Deimos: “I’m sorry, Tristan.”

He said softly. Tristan locked his gaze on him.

Deimos: “It’s just…”

He looked away.

Deimos: “This reminds me of when Ivy did this bullshit and she continues to do so. Also, when Chelsea did it to you, but Ivy put a halt to that.”

He admitted with pain in his eyes.

Tristan: “Deimos…, that is in the past. Ivy and whatever Chelsea did with me is history. Chelsea was a friend; Ivy was a mistake.”

He said bitterly. Deimos chuckled a bit.

Tristan: “Yes, Chelsea was flawed, but I also realize she was doing nothing to help herself. She dated Joshua since she was fifteen. She did not attempt to leave him. She would only leave him if another man came in to save her, but…”

He raked his fingers through his hair.

Tristan: “Sometimes you have to save yourself.”

He sighed.

Tristan: “I’m sad I lost a friend in a tragic, horrible way, and I’m saddened this had to happen before she realized this. As flawed as she was, she didn’t deserve to go like that.”

He concluded.

Deimos drew a long breath.

Deimos: “I was sad for you… and terrified I could have lost you because of me.”

He said as he trailed his finger over Tristan’s palm. Tristan shivered and laughed a bit.

Tristan: “Felt good to stab Robin.”

He smiled a bit.

Deimos: “Fuck that bitch and fuck Ichiro.”

He grumbled.

Tristan: “I’m sorry I needed space from you, and I’m sorry for blaming you for Chelsea’s death.”

He hung his head.

Tristan: “You’re not the only one who did reflecting.”

He locked his gaze on Deimos.

Tristan: “That… thing Ichiro turned Chelsea into… I don’t think anything I could have attempted would have been effective. Even if I was sober, I was a wreck. I witnessed a good friend get turned into a ghastly monster.”

He drew a long breath, and his tongue flicked over his lips.

Tristan: “The only thing that killed it was… fire… and none of us are pyrokinetics.”

He inhaled sharply. Deimos pursed his lips. That night traumatized him because of what happened to Tristan and then to Celeste. He didn’t feel anything for Chelsea and wondered if he was any better than Ichiro.

Tristan: “Yes, I strategize our battles, but… I couldn’t in the state of mind I was in.”

He declared. Deimos gazed at him and kissed each of his fingers.

Deimos: “None of this is your fault… or Jaxon’s… or anyone’s.”

He said softly. Tristan closed his eyes, pursed his lips, and nodded.

Tristan: “What happened at Seashell Cove affected everyone.”

He bowed his head. Deimos drew a long breath and raked his fingers through his hair. He didn’t want to admit he was right.

Deimos: “If anyone is to blame, it’s Ichiro.”

He growled. Tristan looked away.

Tristan: “I did help Jaxon file the motion to contest his grandmother’s will, and this is when this all began, so yes, I do wonder if I play a role in this.”

He said, adopting a plaintive tone. Deimos’ eyes widnened. He took Tristan’s hand and kissed it again. Tristan felt butterflies in his stomach and smiled at him.

Deimos: “Don’t ever think that, Tristan! None of this is yours or Jaxon’s fault, no more than Dougal chasing you both!”

He explained. Tristan knew Deimos was right, but the reassurance from Deimos was nice.

Winston stepped out with a large white box. Deimos quickly rose and took it, thanking him. Winston smiled and entered the house again. Deimos lifted the lid off the box, revealing a pastel blue cake with edible icicles dripping from the sides and adorned with edible snowflakes. Written on the cake was “I love you, Tristan. I can’t live without you. I’m sorry.” Tristan cupped his mouth with both hands as his eyes filled with tears. Deimos smiled at him.

Deimos: “Like it?

Tristan removed his glasses to wipe his eyes and nodded.

Tristan: “Y-Yes, Deimos! I love it!”

He said with joy.

Tristan: “And I forgive you, of course, I do!”

Deimos’ smile lit up the patio.

Deimos: “Thank you, Tristan! I love you!”

He said exuberantly.

The two men embraced each other and their mouths met, sharing a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues overlapped and wrestled with each other, Deimos tasting his gentleman love’s hot guy breath, his lips soft and gentle beneath his.

Songbird by Kenny G played on the speakers in the patio. Deimos looked over at the speaker and took Tristan’s hand.

Deimos: “Shall we dance, my love?”

Tristan grinned and nodded.

Tristan: “Oui, mon chéri…”

He whispered. Deimos held Tristan close, taking his hand and resting his other on the small of his back. As the two swayed to the music, they gazed into each other’s eyes. Deimos looked up at Tristan, smiling as his heart thundered in his chest. This was bliss to him, to hold the man he loves in his arms, dancing, and knowing Tristan feels loved.

Tristan gazed into Deimos’ eyes and was overjoyed that they were together again. Deimos fought for their relationship and planned this just to make it special for him. Tristan intertwined his fingers with his and smiled tenderly at Deimos.

Leaned up and kissed Tristan deeply. Tristan closed his eyes and grazed his mouth against Deimos’. He kissed Tristan’s neck and held his hips close. Tristan leaned his head back, allowing more access to his neck as Deimos kissed it. Deimos kissed it, sucked on it, and inhaled his sweet cologne.

As the two men kissed, Deimos scooped Tristan in his arms and carried him inside as they continued passionately kissing. Deimos carried Tristan upstairs and walked across the pedway to his bedroom. He used his foot to close his bedroom door and kissed Tristan as he carried him to bed.

Deimos lay Tristan down and stood over him. Tristan lay on his back with his arms back, reddening and panting. He smiled lovingly at Deimos. He cupped Tristan’s face and stroked his cheek with his thumb. Tristan closed his eyes and leaned into his touch.

Deimos: “I love you, Tristan…”

He whispered.

Tristan: “I love you, too, Deimos…”

He whispered back, and the two kissed again. Deimos raked his fingers through his soft snow white tresses. Deimos’ hands trailed down Tristan’s neck to his chest and rested on his thigh. Tristan shivered and planted his soft palms on the wall of Deimos’ masculine chest. Deimos felt a hardness in his pants. He longed for Tristan; he desired him and he needed him.

Deimos stood up, gazing down at Tristan. Tristan smiled at him. Deimos brushed his suit jacket past his shoulders and tossed it on the floor. Tristan smiled and flicked his gaze to Deimos’ hardness pushing against his trousers. Tristan flushed red and bit his bottom lip.

Deimos unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it out ot his pants, and took it off. Tristan beamed as his arousal grew for Deimos. Deimos bent over to remove his loafers and socks, and unbuckled his trousers, pulling them past his hips. He stood over Tristan wearing just his black boxer briefs. Tristan gazed at his toned, athletic form, and his eyes fixed on Deimos’ erection poking through his boxer briefs.

Tristan sat up, untied his shoes, and removed those revealing his black sheer dress socks. He then tucked his finger in the hem and pulled those off. He fanned his toes and reached over to brush his bare foot against Deimos’ hardness through his boxer briefs. Deimos grunted as his cock hardened and jolted to the touch from Tristan’s soft, slender foot.

Deimos couldn’t hold back any longer. He needed to make love to his man. He wanted to enter him as his desire pulsated in his chest down to his manhood and his feet.

Deimos unbuttoned Tristan’s suit jacket, brushed it past his shoulders, and tossed it on the floor. Tristan smiled and kissed him. Tristan loosened his tie and unsnapped a few buttons on his shirt. He pulled his hair tie out of his hair so his long white tresses fell freely. Deimos rose, pulling down his briefs, showing his hardened throbbing cock.

Tristan laughed a bit and bit his bottom lip. He reached out to touch the tip using his forefinger. Deimos lifted his head and grunted. The air around them grew heavy, and Tristan’s head swam with desire. He ached for more of Deimos. He wanted more of him and yearned to be more connected to him than ever.

Deimo’s muscular arms wrapped with care around him, cradling him, as they kissed. Lips and tongue, drinking each other in and giving each other life.

Deimos’ cock pressed against Tristan’s bulge, still trapped in his briefs and trousers. Hardness against hardness.

Tristan reached down and curled his long, slender fingers around Deimos’ cock. Deimos sat back and grunted as he threw his hand back, his soft, delicate touch sending a course of electric sensations through his body. Tristan smiled tenderly at Deimos and he stroked his cock.

Deimos lowered his head, locking his gaze into Tristan’s eyes, filled with the haze of desire, and it spoke volumes.

Deimos’ veins bulged on his cock as Tristan kept stroking.

Deimos: “Tristan…”

He whispered and raked his fingers through his hair.

Tristan chuckled. He knew Deimos was aching for more, and he loved teasing him. He wanted him to ache and desire him more. It sent a thrill through him. Tristan flashed him a knowing smirk as his fingers trailed down to his balls to gently squeeze them. Deimos gasped and clutched onto the sheets.

Deimos: “Tristan…!”

He gently chided him, feeling a dull ache in his testes. He needed to release. Tristan blew air through his parted lips on Deimos’ tip. Deimos’ member jerked and twitched in his hand. Tristan saw a film of precum on Deimos’ tip and smirked.

Deimos gazed down at Tristan, and his eyes widened to see Tristan opening his mouth and lowering his head. Oh God, Tristan is really going to suck my cock, he thought. He’s really going to do it this time, he thought.

Tristan swiped his tongue over Deimos’ tip, licking the precum. Deimos jolted and felt a deep sensation that he had never felt before. Tristan lowered his head and slowly guided Deimos’ cock into his mouth.

Deimos gazed at Tristan as his heart thundered in his chest. My dreams are coming true, the man I love is going to suck my cock, he thought.

Tristan eased Deimos’ cock into his mouth and Deimos gasped loudly, feeling his manhood immersed in Tristan’s mouth. Deimos shut his eyes tightly and opened them as he thrust into Tristan’s sweet mouth. He placed his hand on Tristan’s head as he sucked his cock.

Tristan bobbed his head up and down, tasting Deimos’ cock and enjoyed how it filled his mouth. It was the perfect size, and it tasted divine. He slid Deimos’ cock down his throat and Demos moaned loudly. It was music to Tristan’s ears. He loved the sound of his pleasure, the taste of his cock, and the scent of his arousal.

Carefully, Deimos pushed. Carefully, he pulled out. All the while, he breathed heavily, half groaning with each thrust in, inhaling sharply each time he withdrew from Tristan’s mouth.

Deimos’ cock swelled in Tristan’s mouth, and, with a low grunt, he climaxed into his mouth. A burst of flavor filled Tristan’s mouth as his eyes rolled back into his head. Deimos gave another grunt and came again.

It was the sweetest taste Tristan ever tasted. He swallowed every drop. Deimos flopped onto the bed, and a sheen of sweat covered his body. Tristan wiped his mouth with facial tissues. He smiled down at Deimos. He sat up and kissed Tristan deeply.

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After Deimos showered, Tristan followed, cleaning himself up. The two men lay in bed, embracing each other. Tristan laid his head on Deimos’ chest, listening to his heartbeat. Deimos raked his fingers through Tristan’s hair. The wait was worth it, Deimos thought. Tristan raised his head to look into Deimos’ eyes. He’s worth it, Deimos thought, and kissed him.

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Ichiro sat in his living room watching the news with boredom. Lucifer bit on a throw blanket Mayumi gave to Ichiro and was humping it.

The newcaster went on to state that Hiroto Tachibana is facing scrutiny for he and his wife, Mayumi, bringing Laura Lee to get an abortion. It showed footage of Hiroto and Mayumi exiting the Japanese embassy in Pink Top City, covering their faces. It showed a picture of a bright-eyed blonde girl who was Laura Lee.

Ichiro’s boredom turned into a scowl as he stared into her eyes. Another idiot, father, he thought.

Ruby appeared in the doorway of his living room, watching the news. She pursed her lips, knowing his family was a touchy topic for him.

Ruby: “Ichiro?”

He turned his head to her.

Ichiro: “What is it?”

Ruby: “My sister, Jermaine, is in town. She made something for you.”

Ichiro raised an eyebrow.

Ichiro shut the TV and rose to go to the kitchen and to the dining room table to sit. Ruby smiled tightly at him, gazing at him. She placed a dish of chicken with barbecue sauce and green peppers over a bed of rice in front of him. Ichiro glared indignantly at it and then at her.

Ichiro: “This looks like Lucifer’s vomit.”

He began and pushed the dish off the table. The dish smashed upon impact from hitting the floor, and the food splattered. Ruby slowly bowed her head to gaze at the food on the floor and then at Ichiro, who scowled at her.

Ichiro: “...I hate bell peppers, you know that.”

He hissed through clenched teeth.

Ichiro rose from the table and dusted himself off.

Ichiro: “Clean this mess up.”

He ordered as he stormed out. Lucifer swooped in to eat the contents off the floor.

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Ichiro was in his office writing something down. His phone rang. He instinctively picked it up.

Ichiro: “Mosh-moshi?”

Hiroto: “Ichiro!”

Ichiro rolled his eyes and raked his fingers through his hair.

Ichiro: “Otousan! Nani ga hoshi?”

He asked in a false saccharine tone.

Hiroto: “Ichiro, I-I am having a problem and need your help! I-I tried to ask Nobuyuki Nakamura for help, but he would only do it if Jiro agreed to marry Nariko… You know that won’t happen, so I need you! Please! I am begging you!”

He stammered. Ichiro darkened.

Ichiro: “Of course, Father, I will help you! It’s always my responsibility to take care of this family!”

He said through clenched teeth.

Hiroto: “Oh, thank you so, so much, Ichiro! Your mother and I could always depend on you!”

He sang.

Ichiro: “Of course, Father…”

Hiroto: “Thank you, Ichiro. Hope your wife and kids are doing well.”

Ichiro clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. Shut up already, he thought.

Ichiro: “Yes, Father…”

He said robotically.

Hiroto: “I will be delivering a speech to ‘apologize’ and I expect you will take care of it from here. Have a good night, my son.”

Ichiro: “Yes, of course, Father. Good night.”

He slammed the receiver in its cradle.

His fist flew out into the mirror, smashing it, and blood dripped from his hand.

Ichiro: “Don’t worry, Father. I will take excellent care of your bimbo… She will be a nice playmate for Jiro…”

He unclenched his fist and lowered it as shards of glass fell to the blood with drops of blood.

Ichiro: “And MY green queen…”

He grinned and reddened, thinking of Celeste.