Bey Deckard Quotes

Would he be able to kill when the procedure was done? He took a sip of the bitter coffee, swallowing it down along with his trepidation. It was his obsession that he wanted to remove, not his ability.

You don't get to make that decision," replied Jon, his fingers massaging the captain's shoulder softly. "I nearly lost my head out there today; I was absolutely terrified. Then something reminded me why I am here. This is my home, Baltsaros. You are my home. I've thought this many times, but there is nowhere I would rather be. It's here or nowhere. I think I'm speaking for the both of us.

As his step crossed the threshold, he left behind his weaknesses and doubts, finally setting aside the boy to become the man he had to be.

Good things come to those who wait. English Proverb

Baltsaros's face was flushed, his lip curled into a slight sneer as he stared back at Jon. He felt a rush of adrenaline as he realized what the captain wanted from him.

"Hit him again," Jon said. "And don't hold back this time.

Tom is dangerous, he reminded himself. He means you no good.

Are you calling me an idiot?" I said with a little growl in my voice.
Emyr chuckled at my mock ferocity. "Yeah, but you're my idiot, so that's fine

I wanted to take him into my arms and apologize and tell him it was me not him. Yeah, that lame old excuse, but it was true. How could I explain that I was celibate, for now and always, because I had hurt someone and I couldn't trust myself not to do it again? That I never want to repeat the mistakes I'd made with Travis.
Never.

Tom reached out and let his knuckles graze Jon's arm, a hidden touch just to ground him for the span of a heartbeat. Maybe Jon would turn a blind eye. Maybe they'd continue to live in denial that they both loved a fucking monster.

Jon smiled at the brief caress, and Tom felt his chest get tight.

Opening his lips over Tom's cockhead, he closed his eyes, working his tongue in lazy circles and prodding the tip of it against the bundle of nerves beneath the smooth, swollen glans. Despite

You're not being prudent with your image, Mister Rock Star," I said in a low voice.
"Who cares? I don't. Let them talk."
"You're young enough to be my son," I pointed out.
"So, I'll call you Daddy from now on." He said with such a serene smile that it went straight to my dick. I am a dirty old man. I ground my teeth together but then I had to laugh

I cluck my tongue once to get [Murphy's] attention, and he turns right away. I fucking love how attentive he is. Still on his knees with thighs spread, he puts his ankles together and his hands behind his back, keeping his chin down as he waits… just like the good boy he is.

Without a thought about what would happen to me if I lost you.

I'm filling up his big hand with every passing heartbeat. It feels fucking great, but the best part is when he opens his mouth a second later and says the thing that always near kills me:
"Can I, Sarge?"
Like my cock is a goddamned golden staff that he needs permission to put his lips around. I love it.

Emyr stared up at me, and I could clearly see he desperately yearned to take me at my word. His eyes were slightly wet, and I had to turn away before he saw the effect he had on me.
I wanted to see tears roll down those smooth cheeks.
I wanted to see that high forehead creased with pain, with pleasure.
I wanted to coax sighs and moans from between those soft-looking lips.
I wanted to make him laugh so hard his sides ached.
I wanted to kiss him and tell him everything would be all right.
I wanted to put him over my knee and spank him until he sobbed and begged me to stop.
I wanted to pamper and protect him and give him anything he wanted.
I wanted to see bruises and welts on that pale skin.
I wanted to hurt him… And I wanted to heal him

In response, Tom's cock grazed Jon's bare stomach and left behind a slick streak. Jon grinned and sat back on his own heels, grasping his cock in one hand to rub it against the head of Tom's. The first mate let out another low sound, closing his eyes as he thrust his hips further forward. Jon obliged him for a moment; taking the wide head in one hand, he thumbed along the underside, teasing Tom as he stroked his own cock. They'd been at this for the better part of an hour.

The first mate slid, almost bonelessly, down the wall. Baltsaros shoved his softening cock almost angrily back into his pants; he felt strangely unsatisfied and frustrated. Tom looked up at the captain with wet, red eyes as Baltsaros undid the belt that was looped around him.

What was it about Jon that had him so wound up?

...I stroke myself. I squeeze my shaft right behind the head. A drop of precum beads out, and [Murphy] licks his lips, eager goddamn cocksucker that he is.

I love you." It was a tiny whisper.
"What?" I jerked back like I'd just touched something hot, my pulse racing. Emyr shook his head quickly, hooking his arms around my neck to keep me from backing away completely.
"Wait! You don't have to say it back, Greg. I know it sounds hasty, but I really am in love with you. Have been since the beginning."
"But… what… I mean… I can't…" I felt a sharp twinge in my chest and wondered if I was about to go into a panic attack. Breathing deep, I just stared into his big blue eyes, trying to sort out my head.
"You don't have to love me back. It's all right. It's okay. I'm not asking you to. Not until you're ready. And maybe you won't ever, but I can't help but love you right now.

See, I'm a big guy. I'm just about 6'8 in my boots. A slab of muscle on a frame that's almost comically large....
"So, are you completely proportionate?"
It takes me a second, maybe two, before I realize that he's asking whether I'm packing a peashooter or a rocket launcher in my shorts.

What do I see? I see a man who has higher and thicker walls than I will ever have. I see a terrifying beast enveloped and hidden by a cleverly fashioned mask. I see tears that will never fall. I see blood and death. I see a heart that devours itself. I see the promise of a pain and deceit. I see a lot of things, Baltsaros. Many of them frightening," Jon said.

Baltsaros showed no surprise over Jon's words. Instead, he leaned towards him, intrigued. "And you're not afraid," he said.

Feeling his heart swell in his chest, Baltsaros looked fiercely at Jon, and the dark-haired man frowned at him. "What is it?" asked Jon, his voice alarmed. Baltsaros licked his lips and swallowed. "I'm just so very glad you're alive, Jon. So very glad," he said softly. "You are my everything.

Jon had seen the lie immediately for what it was: diplomacy. He had a feeling that, given the chance, Tom would hold him close every night. Instead, the first mate chose to distance himself so as not to interfere with the captain's affection for Jon. A sacrifice.

Why does everyone hit me in the face? Ain't I ugly enough?

Emyr was breathing heavily, shuddering under my touch as I explored his body with my hands, my own chest tight and heart pounding. I was glad for the dark right then because it hid the tears that welled up and slid down my temples to the pillow beneath my head. It wasn't because I was embarrassed about crying. No, it's just that I didn't want him to see how hard this was for me

When it finally came up over the battered Baal's Heart, the sun shone down on a sadly diminished crew. Three men were dead from injuries sustained aboard, and another five were missing. Tom was numbered among those presumed swept overboard by the fury of the storm.

Eventually, there was a small grunt of assent from Tom, and he curled his warm body behind Baltsaros's. With a gentle hand, he carefully manoeuvred Baltsaros into a suitable position so he could penetrate him. Though he couldn't see Tom, the captain could tell how apprehensive he was. The captain had to laugh. "I'm not made of glass," he said, opening his eyes. Jon's cheek dimpled in the briefest of smiles. Tom mumbled something against his skin; though he didn't catch what it was, it sounded like either a prayer or a curse. Or, he thought with a smile, it could be both. However, his levity was broken a moment later when Tom's cockhead pushed hard against his opening and began to slide tight into his body.

You two will have to stop grinning at each other like newlyweds," said Baltsaros, his dark eyes narrow. "Tom's a slave and you're my nephew. Act accordingly.

Is it love? I don't know," he said truthfully. "Sometimes I think I'm just addicted to him. Or that he's cast some kind of horrible curse on me where I'm to follow him for the rest of my life, doomed to fall for his lies over and over again.

Their relationship would continue to grow, to change. There would always be pain, and they would be tested... Their triad had the shakiest of foundations, based as it was on mistrust, jealousy, and deception. But ships didn't need pillars pounded into the earth; no, they needed strong, protective hulls that could carry them over the ever-changing waves of an uncaring sea. With trust, hope... love--all things they had built together--they could weather anything.

I ain't going to kiss ye, poppet. Just keep still like a good little lad.

When Tom's lips and tongue reclaimed him, Jon felt the heat and hardness of the captain's cock against his own. With a moan, he pulled away from the kiss and saw that Tom held both shafts tight in one hand; the first mate licked and sucked at their cockheads, working his lips over both with a soft moan.

He is lying. That, or he didn't believe any of them to be innocent. It was as clear as day to Jon: the captain had just murdered a castle full of people and didn't care in the least. Jon turned and watched the flames lick the sky. Baltsaros had done this out of revenge. Searching inside himself for the horror and sadness that should have been there, Jon was astounded to find nothing. The captain had done this for him. And it felt glorious.

Glancing over at Jon, he wondered whether their shaky, three-part arrangement would survive the truth of Baltsaros's compulsion. He scratched the back of his head, turning the metal collar as he thought. If it did spell the end, would he be made to choose? The thought sobered him, and he drifted closer to Jon's side as they walked towards the brightly lit inn. Tom reached out and let his knuckles graze Jon's arm, a hidden touch just to ground him for the span of a heartbeat. Maybe Jon would turn a blind eye. Maybe they'd continue to live in denial that they both loved a fucking monster. Jon smiled at the brief caress, and Tom felt his chest get tight. Love was a bloody, fucking headache.

That was the first time he'd seen Baltsaros sacrifice someone. The next time it had happened, it had taken a different form; the captain had pulled the young man's heart from his body to take a bite of it, but the result had been the same: Tom was fucked into oblivion. Initially, Tom had begun to find himself getting hard at the mere suggestion of a "hunt" as Baltsaros called it, but over time he'd started to grow concerned about the captain's state of mind. It was an obsession, and a deeply disturbing one at that. Tom didn't believe in sorcery, but the way that the blood renewed Baltsaros was something that worried him. It spoke of a dark power that Tom had no wish to be part of.

He pulled Tom closer to deepen the kiss; there were things that Balsaros craved that he could not inflict on Jon, and finally the drought was over.