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The sun was slowly rising, bringing a new day. As the world began to wake from their slumber, the beast’s remained in their houses and bedrooms- none wanting to assess the damage caused by the now deceased Vincent. Throughout the Beast King’s compound, everything was silent. Within the walls of the mansion were silent as well. Inside Dean’s office, however, silence was unfamiliar.
“I hate you.” Davina breathed out as Dean cupped her face, pressing kisses to her swollen, pink lips. She’d since been moved atop Dean’s desk, now resting at the very edge, and waiting for Dean to take his actions further. His pelvis was pressed against Davina’s lower stomach. He’d roll his hips every now and then, letting her know how firm he’d become since they got themselves in this situation. Davina was ready for more and had been since she was placed on his desk. She was contemplating switching places with him. Like hell I’d let that happen, Dean thought, earning a light scoff from the young woman. He then rid Davina of the oversized, vintage band tee she’d undoubtedly stolen from Charlie. He tossed it across the room, letting it go out of sight. After it’d been on her, he had no plans of allowing it to be returned back to Charlie. Dean’s lips then attached to Davina’s bare neck, sucking roughly on her skin. She moaned out, throwing her arms around his shoulders. “I hate you so fucking much.” She continued to pant breathlessly.
“I hate you more.” Dean growled as he pulled away, now ridding himself of his jacket. Davina tugged at the bottom of his shirt before helping him lift it over his head. He then reached behind her, cleared his desk of any obstacles in their way, and guided her to lay upon it. Dean leaned over her warm body, continuing his attacks on her neck. She’d suck in her breath every time she felt his teeth sink in deep to leave love bites along her skin. Her collarbone was covered entirely in deep, red marks that would soon turn to bruises.
Dean straightened himself, finding Davina a panting mess beneath him. The sight was too much for him. He frantically search for his belt buckle with his hands. Davina’s eyes trailed downwards to the evident tint in Dean’s dark, grey jeans. Her eyes, sparkling with anticipation, darkened as she sat up from her spot on the desk. Dean recognized the look almost immediately. He remembered that merely a few days prior, the look alone made him melt entirely, making a once sexually dominant man, submissive.
He contemplated pulling her up from her knees. The thought of being completely helpless and in her hands again was foreign and made him apprehensive considering no woman had ever gotten him to feel a such way before. When her cold hands wrapped around his throbbing member, soon being replaced with her delectable, parted lips, the thought completely left his mind.
He grunted, feeling her lips move up his shaft. His tatted hands found their way to her hair, creating a makeshift ponytail. Her lips only detached for a moment as he pulled her head back, forcing herself to look up at him through her long, dark lashes. She fluttered them innocently, running her tongue along the slit of his member in a teasing notion. He let out a soft sigh before pulling Davina up from her knees, and pushing her down atop his desk.
His hands wrapped around her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the table. He gave no warning as he pushed her navy blue panties aside, pressing his thumb into her wettened core. She moaned, wrapping her legs around his hips. He then bent over her, brushing some sweaty strands of hair out of her reddened face.
“Tell me you want me. Tell me no man can make you feel as good as I do- no man can fuck you like I can.” Dean spoke lowly, giving Davina a look derived of both lust and passion.
“No man can fuck me like you can, Dean.” Davina moaned out, earning a smirk from Dean. “Jackson, however-” Davina then uttered. Dean’s eyes widened as he straightened himself up, now staring down at her with bewildered eyes. He knew Davina was one for joking and teasing him mercilessly, but with the way she stared up at him, he couldn’t find a hint of playfulness in her eyes. Only truth. Dean frowned down at the young woman before hearing a knock at his door, making his eyes cut up in it’s direction.
“Dean?” Charlie called out from the other side of the door.
It was then Dean rolled over in his bed, covering his head with a pillow as if it’d make Charlie go away. After a moment, his bedroom door opened, interrupting his previous thoughts. Dean was, admittedly, torturing himself. Charlie knew of this. And so, he didn’t wait for an answer, and entered his King’s bedroom anyways. Light poured into the room, revealing the outline of Dean’s body underneath his silk duvet. Charlie made his way over to the window closest to Dean’s side. He pulled back the curtains before turning to his King
“Dean, it’s six in the morning. You never stay in bed this late.” Charlie spoke, earning no response from his King. He sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. “It has been three months since you ordered Davina to search for the remaining genetically modified beasts. This has gone on for too long. It’s time you quit wallowing in self-pity.” Charlie continued. Dean remained silent once more. Every night when the King would finish his duties, he’d head off to his room for the night. He’d try to distract himself from the seemingly never ending thoughts about Davina and how he did indeed order her and a few others to search for those remaining of Vincent’s followers. When the sky would turn black and the entire compound was silent, he’d then allow himself to wallow as Charlie had said.
He’d remind himself of the night before Davina left. The unforgettable night in his office where the two once again gave in to the undeniable, sexual desire the two had for one another. The experience itself was fulfilling to the both of them, but neither thought too fondly of it now. Davina had her own reasons, but Dean had morphed his perception of what happened that night in attempt to torture himself further for sending Davina away.
Just before things really got started between the both of them, Dean imagined Davina mentioning Jackson in some way or another. Suddenly, the image of himself in his head would be replaced with Jackson. Instead of him making Davina moan, beg, and cry out beneath him, it’d be his co-leader. The thought made his blood curl, yet he’d remain in bed- letting this image of the two of them play out until Charlie would come to bring him out of his despair.
Charlie let out a sigh as he pulled back the covers, revealing the bare and tatted back of his King. Dean lifted his head for a brief moment to shoot his co-leader a glare. Charlie squealed and jumped back, scattering behind a velvet settee to hide from Dean. It was then the beast King sat up from his bed, dangling his long legs over the edge.
“It’s been three months, you said?” Dean asked to confirm. Charlie slowly made his way out from behind the settee, standing a few feet away from his King.
“Yes.” Charlie answered.
“And, how many have they found so far?” Dean asked. When Charlie didn’t answer him, his eyes trailed towards his co-leader. Charlie had an apologetic expression. His answer would be the same as the day before when Dean asked; they found none. Dean pressed his lips into a thin line as he stood up from his spot. “I’ll meet you outside in thirty. Don’t pick some place shitty this time.” Dean uttered as he headed for his bathroom.
With Eloise no longer around to cook meals, the King would often dine out. Dean and Charlie had made it part of their routine to dine out together in both the morning and evening. The beast King rid himself of his clothes before stepping into a hot shower. He leaned his onto the shower wall. The young, troublesome woman laid heavy on his mind. He knew after the two had spent the entire day together, fucking one another like there was no tomorrow- he’d have to send her away.
He wasn’t sure how to handle the strong feelings he held for her. Astrid, the woman he fell in love with so long ago, hadn’t ever made him feel the way he did now. He was apprehensive and thought some time apart would be best for the both of them. Not to mention that his dearest friend and co-leader felt similar towards Davina. He regretted the decision to send her away and it ate at him everyday since her departure.
After Dean finished up with his shower, he quickly got himself dressed, and headed downstairs. On his way to the foyer of his home, he found Brayden entering the mansion, carrying some heavy equipment. Dean was still determined to find a cure for Davina. With Sasha being gone, accompanying Davina and a few other beasts to search for Vincent’s former recruits, Brayden was left to work diligently to find a way to keep Davina from having to transition.
“Need a hand before I head out?” Dean asked as Brayden struggled to see much of anything over the mountain of equipment he held in his arms. Dean took an item off the top, giving Brayden the opportunity to see his surroundings.
“I can just come back for that one, my King. I did want to ask you, however. Is Lucian still accompanying Jackson in New Orleans?” Brayden inquired as he turned to the side to get a better sight of his King. The Beast King’s right hand man left on his own accord. Dean didn’t complain once about it. He knew Lucian needed to step away after ending his engagement. Lucian didn’t need the reminder of the place he and his former lover spent decades in.
“Yes, he is. Why do you ask?” Dean wondered as he set the item of equipment on the floor.
“Just in need of four hands for my experiments. It’s not easy doing all of it on my own.” Brayden explained.
“I apologize. I suppose I didn’t think of that when I sent Sasha along with Davina.” Dean spoke. He believed Davina could take care of herself, but he also believed in safety in numbers. So, he sent Catrice and Marnie along as well. He also felt he needed to send multiple individuals out there to find Vincent’s genetically modified beasts. He wasn’t quite sure how to process the fact that by sending three skilled beasts and one skilled hunter, none had succeeded in discovering one of Vincent’s recruits. Not even Anderson.
“No worries, Dean. It just would’ve been helpful considering he has some experiences in the scientific field.” Brayden replied. The King of Beast’s was then reminded of the 1980′s- how Lucian first met Catrice while she worked as a lab assistant. Lucian had learned some things both in the scientific field and in the medical field that both Sasha and Brayden found useful from time to time. Dean tried to think up of a potential lab assistant for Brayden, but none came to mind with any experience. He then had a potentially disastrous idea.
“I’ll make a call. He’s a bit young, but has an eager mind for knowledge.” Dean said as he pulled out his phone, dialing the number of Victor.
“Fantastic. I’ll be down in my lab.” Brayden said as he made an attempt to leave, but Dean stopped him.
“You may want to meet him at the gate. I don’t know how he’d feel about walking around the mansion or the compound.” Dean said, making Brayden frown. Dean pressed the phone to his ear and exited the house. He had a brief conversation with Victor, asking him to send Elliot to the compound for a couple of hours. He managed to shove his phone into his pocket before spotting his vintage, 1971 Pontiac GTO in the courtyard. He felt immediate possessiveness over one of his most beloved vehicle’s.
“Well, come on, man!” Charlie shouted from the driver’s seat, honking the horn a couple of times. Dean wanted to scold Charlie, but decided against it. He let out a heavy sigh before approaching his car. Charlie was a little taken aback by Dean’s approval, but excited to finally be driving one of Dean’s vehicle’s. “Buckle up!” Charlie exclaimed, but gave Dean no time to do so. The beast took off, immediately heading for the gate. The beast’s in security hardly had time to open the gate before Charlie went zooming through, turning onto the road. Dean gripped tightly on whatever he could, shooting his co-leader an intense glare.
“If you wreck my car, I can guarantee it’ll be the last car you ever drive.” Dean spoke lowly, sending shivers down Charlie’s spine. He then gulped.
“Understood, my King.” Charlie uttered. The car ride between the two was rather silent. Dean wasn’t up for a conversation so early in the morning and Charlie was enjoying the smooth ride too much to notice the silence. When they pulled up to a small, old-fashioned diner, Dean finally broke the silence.
“Thought I told you not to pick some place shitty.” Dean clucked, immediately hearing a scoff from beside him.
“It is not shitty, Dean! This diner has some of the best pancakes I’ve ever had in my entire life!” Charlie defended as he parked on the side of the street. “You haven’t even given it a try yet.” Charlie continued.
“I have. I tried it in the twenty’s when it first came into business.” Dean said as he and Charlie exited the car.
“Well, that was the twenty’s! It’s now... the twenty’s, but a hundred years after the one you’re referring to!” Charlie exclaimed, earning an eye roll from his King. The two then entered the small diner. The inside decor was outdated with not much color but brown and a pop of red on the seats. Charlie took in the almost sickening, sweet scent of fresh pancakes being made. He let out a sigh of pleasure as he headed down one of the aisles, taking a seat at one of the booths. Dean joined his co-leader, sitting in the seat across from him. “Doesn’t that smell divine?” Charlie asked in a dreamy voice as a waitress passed by their table with a plate of greasy fish and chips.
“Sure.” Dean clucked, pinching his nose shut. Charlie then rested his chin on the palm of his hand.
“I wonder what Davina would think about such divinely made breakfast foods.” Charlie uttered in a sad tone. He tried not to show it too often, but he was affected by Davina’s absence. He missed her deeply and thought of her anytime he did something he enjoyed, wondering if she’d enjoy it the same.
He didn’t know her too well and never got the chance to. The beast hoped that with Vincent gone, he’d be able to get to know her. He was not only heartbroken when Dean sent her away, but shocked as well. He was even more shocked that she complied, not putting up much of a fight. It was unusual for her to comply with Dean. Charlie wished she would’ve fought with him just a little to get to stay here with the rest of them.
The beast realized then how long their waitress was taking in the back. She hadn’t stopped by at their table, so neither had gotten their order in. He leaned back in his seat, glancing into the back of the kitchen.
“That’s odd.” Charlie spoke.
“What is?” Dean asked.
“Do you see anybody back in that kitchen?” Charlie asked. Dean frowned and leaned over the table, finding the kitchen completely empty. He then looked around, finding the diner empty as well. He swore he saw at least five groups of people in here previously. All of a sudden, the doors to the front and back of the diner were thrown open. A man and a woman entered the front wearing masks. The woman adorned half an antique, gold mask with silver glitter, while the man adorned a black, blue, and gold one, with feathers at the top.
The two individuals entering through the back had on masks as well. The second woman wore a lacey, black half mask with a silver jewel in the middle, and the second man wore a navy blue mask, fading into a silver tone. Dean and Charlie exchanged a look- both knowing whoever they were, they were here for the two of them. Immediately, the two stood up from their seats, and charged at the individuals in masks.
While Dean took on two the two in the front of the diner, Charlie took on the two in the kitchen. Dean used his beast like speed to make his way behind the two of them. He took a chair and smashed it on the back of the man, causing pieces of wood to fly everywhere. He then moved over to the woman. She landed a solid, hard kick to the gut of Dean. He knew then and there his opponents were beasts. When she went to land another kick, he grabbed ahold of her foot, and swung her behind him, sending her flying back onto one of the tables.
When Charlie approached one of his opponents, he opened the refrigerator door, hitting them right in the head. The man grunted as he stumbled back, holding onto his aching forehead. Charlie then moved over to the other woman. He clawed at her shoulder with his long talons before gripping at the back of her neck and moving them over to the deep fryers. He then stuck her head into the boiling oil. He ignored the screams of the woman and spared a moment to turn back to check on his King, finding Dean he could use some assistance. He didn’t have to know his opponents to know he’d fought against the weaker, potentially less experienced once.
Charlie then pulled the woman’s head out of the fryer and slammed her head onto the counter before running off to give Dean some assistance. When he arrived there, he found Dean with red eyes, indicating he’d reached his point of tolerance. Dean’s opponent was now on the floor, crawling back to get away from him. Before he could reach the crawling woman, the one Charlie had fought with in the back ran up to defend their ally. He quickly lifted the second woman up with a tight grip around her throat, holding her in the air. Before Dean could do anything else, a knife was thrown in his direction, slicing him along the cheek. He winced and dropped the woman, holding his hand up to his now bleeding cheek. Charlie frowned as he looked up at the woman who threw the knife. He was confused. With where she stood, it was nearly impossible for her to get Dean on the cheek. The woman that was previously in the air would’ve blocked the other woman’s path.
As the remaining three pulled the woman up from the floor, Charlie examined each of them. The woman throwing the knife had black hair that ended at her collarbone and she was quite pale. The man stood beside her was tall with dark hair. The other woman Dean was previously targeting had light brown hair cascading down her front and ending at her hips. And, the final man was a bit shorter than the rest with a similar hair color. Charlie let out a shaky breath. It isn’t possible, Charlie thought to himself. Dean turned upon hearing the thought in Charlie’s head. He frowned at his co-leader before turning in the direction of the four. They glanced over at the King and his co-leaders before making a bee-line for the door. Before the last one could leave, Charlie took a step forward.
“Jane?” Charlie called out. Almost immediately, the woman with the black hair turned back. Without saying a word, the woman smirked, before taking off, and joining the rest of her group. Charlie ran his fingers through his hair, gripping tightly at the ends.
“What is it, Charlie? And, did you just say Jane?” Dean asked as Charlie frantically paced around.
“N-no, no! I put them to sleep- it isn’t possible!” Charlie exclaimed, putting his face in his hands.
“Was that-” Dean asked, his voice trailing off.
“Yes. That was my sister, Jane.” Charlie confirmed.
“Which means-” Dean spoke, his voice trailing off once again.
“They’ve all woken from their sleep. Astrid is here.” Charlie said. A strange breeze went through the diner, sending chills down both Dean and Charlie’s bodies. Dean’s eyes got caught on something bright red, slowly spreading across the floor.
“Do you smell blood?” Charlie asked after a moment of silence. Dean took a few steps forward, making Charlie turn back. Dean opened what seemed to be a storage closet and found various, lifeless bodies, dripping with blood. Dean then let out a sigh as he turned to his co-leader.
“You call Davina while I call Jackson.” Dean said as he pulled out his phone, already dialing his co-leaders number. He groaned once he found Jackson’s phone had gone to voicemail. Fortunately for them, Charlie had managed to quickly get ahold of Davina immediately.
“Something’s happened.” Davina spoke.
“Yes- wait, how’d you know?” Charlie asked as Dean approached the beast.
“Because, Jackson and I just got attacked.” Davina revealed. Dean frowned, confused as to why the two were together at this moment. Jealously surged within him- so much so that he’d forgotten to ask if she was alright after being attacked. “He also just received a call from Dean.” She continued.
“What do you suggest we do, Dean?” Jackson asked, ultimately knowing what his King would say next.
“It’s time everybody returns home.” Dean said before he turned on his heel and exited the diner.
