Chapter 35
Deimos’ True Love
Deimos was driving that morning in his Ferrari Testarossa. He wore a Motörhead t-shirt, torn jeans, cowboy boots, and his leather jacket. He had his clip-on shades over his glasses and was smoking as he drove down the main streets of downtown Pink Top City. Deimos invited Tristan out to have dinner with him at the Pearl Lion and he wanted this dinner to be extra special. It wasn’t the usual of having take-out on their patio while Celeste steals their dinner and Makayla drops in. It would be just the two of them.
Deimos made a right-hand turn onto the exit toward the Pink Flamingo Mall. The mall’s parking lot was packed with cars. Deimos had to drive around a few times to find a parking spot and ended up taking one at the back. It’s a nice day for a walk, he thought as he climbed out and locked his car.
He entered the mall and it was already decorated for Christmas. There were red, gold, and green streamers arcing across the ceiling with a large gold and red bell hanging from the center over the fountain. Several red and gold balls hung from the ceiling. Garland adorned the railings on the four upper floors and there was an enormous Christmas tree between the two escalators of each floor.
There was a display in a candy cane-striped gate of snowmen, reindeer, elves, and a throne for the mall Santa to sit and get pictures taken with Santa. Neighboring Santa was a train ride for little kids to go on.
Deimos strolled past them looking at the stores wondering what to get Tristan. What do you get for a man who has everything? He wondered. He went up the escalator onto the second floor to look at the stores. He saw a bookstore. He knows Tristan loves to read books, especially fantasy, mystery, and sci-fi, but he seems to have read everything and whenever a new book comes out, Tristan is the first to get it.
Deimos went and looked at the jewelry store. They mostly have jewelry for women, he thought. Tristan isn’t one to wear much. He wears earrings, his eyebrow piercing, and the bracelets from his dad. He saw a hot sauce store and chuckled. Hot sauce is my thing; Tristan can take or leave spicy food, he thought.
He saw a video game store and saw Final Fantasy was coming out. He knows Tristan loves role-playing video games but it wasn’t released yet, next to that was a men’s clothing store. Yeah, Tristan gets his suit tailored for him, he thought.
Deimos went up another escalator. He strode past the food court. He saw a chocolate shop and smiled. Tristan loves chocolate, but I want this to be special, he thought.
He walked and stood before a store called “Cherry Bomb!” The name was lit up in neon red with a cherry to the side. The door frame had male, female, transgender, intersex, and nonbinary symbols and the mannequins wore sexy lingerie, sexy briefs, and harnesses. Deimos reddened and gulped. He entered the store and saw shelves lined up with sex toys, BDSM tools, sexy wear, lubes, toy cleaners, pasties, and more.
Deimos turned beet red when he saw a mannequin wearing a sheer pair of black briefs. He imagined Tristan wearing those just for him and his eyes swerved to the feather ticklers. There was a section dedicated to tickling tools. They had feathers, electric toothbrushes, 50% more ticklish powder, cat massagers, restraints, and blindfolds. Deimos broke out in a sweat thinking of using those on Tristan. 50% more ticklish powder?! He thought. Tristan is already insanely ticklish, though, he thought.
Deimos strolled to the anal lubricants and his face turned a shade redder. I love engaging in tickling with him but sex? He thought and sweat popped out on his skin. I mean, I do want to make love to him but it’s… our first time, he thought.
Deimos’ eyes darted to bottles and packages featuring the ancient Japanese art of a couple. It was “Sakura Moonlight.” Bath salts? Deimos wondered and picked up the box.
Deimos: “Put the salts in your tub or hot tub to enhance your sexual experience with your partner.”
He muttered and blushed, thinking of him and Tristan in the hot tub with this stuff.
Then he saw some flavored lube for oral sex. O-Oral sex? Deimos thought and gulped, imagining Tristan sucking him off.
A young white woman approached Deimos.
Customer Service Representative: “Hello, sir, may I help you find anything?”
Deimos’ face was beet red and he stared at her like a deer in the headlights.
Deimos: “No, thank you, just looking, see you!”
He said quickly and sprinted out of the store.
Deimos panted when he left the store. Oh God, that was so humiliating, he thought. He then knit his eyebrows.
Deimos: “What is wrong with me?”
He whispered. So many people my age are married with kids, he thought.
Deimos lifted his head to see “Connor’s Engraving”, which was an engraving shop.
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Deimos drove to Tristan’s place to pick him up. He wore an Italian-cut black suit with a purple dress shirt with the buttons undone to expose his platinum necklace. On his feet, he wore black loafers. He saw Tristan standing outside waiting for him. He was dressed in a black Italian-cut suit, blue pressed shirt, dark blue tie, and black cap-toe Oxfords.
Deimos parked the car by him and stepped out with a bouquet of roses. He handed Tristan the bouquet. Tristan’s green eyes sparkled.
Tristan: “Thank you, Deimos!”
He said breathlessly and hugged him. Deimos put his arms around him. Tristan loved the feeling of being in his embrace. Am I developing feelings for him? He wondered. Deimos smiled and opened the passenger’s door for him. Tristan thanked him and got into the car. Deimos walked over to the driver’s side and climbed in. Deimos looked behind his shoulder as he backed out of the driveway and drove onto the road.
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They arrived at The Pearl Lion. It was an upscale Chinese restaurant located in Greammoom Hills. It was a large red building that resembled an ancient Chinese manor. It was red with two xieshan roofs. There were two guardian lion statues at the circular door and Chinese lanterns hung from the rim of the lower roof. The place was known for its upscale, classy environment as well as an everyday all-you-can-eat buffet.
Deimos parked his car and climbed out to open the door for him. Tristan stepped out and Deimos led him inside.
They entered the restaurant. They entered a huge dining room with red lanterns hanging from the ceiling, white linen tablecloths on the tables with fine silverware, and a large circular wishing fountain. On the left side of the restaurant was a wall aquarium. Deimos approached the host and asked for a table for two by the aquarium. He nodded and led the two men there.
Deimos pulled out a chair for him. Tristan thanked him and Deimos sat across from him. The host put their menus on the table.
Host: “What can I get you two gentlemen to drink?”
Deimos: “Professor Pepper for me.”
Tristan: “A glass of sauvignon blanc.”
He nodded and left the two gentlemen there.
Tristan gazed at the clownfish and butterfly fish swimming by, deep in thought. He caught Deimos gazing intently at him and smiled.
Deimos swallowed hard and reached over to grasp Tristan’s hand. Tristan’s eyebrows rose and he smiled at him. Tristan grasped his hand and Deimos kissed it. Tristan’s eyes sparkled and he blushed.
The waitress came over with their drinks.
Waitress: “Hello, my name is Lin, and I will be your server! Are you two gentlemen ready to order?”
Deimos: “I’ll get five egg rolls, five spring rolls, and wonton soup to start, and for the entrée, Cantonese chow mein with extra shrimp, beef and broccoli in oyster sauce, and chicken fried rice.”
Waitress: “Is this for you both?”
She asked, pointing at the two with her pen.
Deimos: “No, this is all for me. He’s ready to order now.”
The waitress’s jaw dropped. How does he stay that size? She wondered.
Tristan: “I’ll have two spring rolls, two egg rolls, the royal quintet and some steamed rice.”
He said genially. She took their menus and left.
Tristan gazed at Deimos and smiled, mesmerized. He wasn’t sure if it was the right time to present him with the gift he had gotten for him. He found it hard to get something for Deimos, because what do you get for a man who has everything?
Tristan jolted and laughed a little when Deimos tickled the palm of his hand.
Tristan: “Hehehehehehe…!”
He chuckled. Deimos smiled at his hand in his.
He reached into his jacket and handed Tristan a small, rectangular box. Tristan adjusted his glasses and unwrapped the paper. It was a black leather case with the Trémaux Law Office logo in gold on the left and “TRISTAN TRÉMAUX, ESQ.” in gold on the center. Tristan loved that it had his logo on it and opened the case. Inside was a Pilot Falcon Fountain Pen with a soft fine nib. It was a black pen with gold trim and had “Tristan Trémaux, Esq.” written in gold on the pen. Tristan cupped his mouth.
Tristan: “Oh my God, Deimos…”
He said breathlessly. Deimos’ smile could light up the room.
Tristan: “I love this… Thank you!”
He said joyfully and rose to hug him. Deimos hugged him back. Tristan turned his head to kiss his cheek, and Deimos’ cheeks turned a deep shade of red and his pants felt tighter. It’s a good thing for the linen tablecloths, he thought.
Tristan marveled at the pen and its case. He reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew a wrapped box, handing it to Deimos. Deimos’ eyebrows rose surprisingly. He got me something, too?! He mused and undid the wrapping paper, and lifted the lid off the box. Inside was a black leather monogrammed wallet. On the bottom left corner of the cover was a bass guitar with “Deimos” under it. Deimos beamed and opened the wallet. In the left, on the lowest card holder, there was something monogrammed in Tristan’s handwriting.
It read, “Deimos, We’ve known each other a long time and the more time we spent together, the more we connected. We understand each other on a spiritual, mental, and physical level. We don’t have to exchange a word to enjoy each other’s company. Waking up with you by my side is the best way to begin my day and reminds me life is more beautiful with you in it.
Love, Tristan.”
Deimos was rendered speechless. He wasn’t sure if Tristan felt the same way about him. He had a hunch but he remembered when Tristan left him to go to law school and Deimos and Ivy turned to each other. That was then, this is now, he thought.
Deimos: “I love this, Tristan… This is amazing. The message is beautiful.”
He smiled and took his hands. Deimos kissed each of Tristan’s fingers and he melted.
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At Fabien’s house, Fabien was in the kitchen frying up a load of wings. He wore a Nuklear Intoxikation shirt, a green plaid shirt over it, jeans, and flip-flops. He had an apron on over it as he made the wings. Craig was a Nuklear Intoxikation shirt, denim vest, torn jeans, and combat boots.
Fabien: “These wings are too hot to handle.”
He smiled at Craig.
Craig: “You’re too hot to handle!”
He winked at him. Fabien cupped his mouth and chuckled.
He placed the wings on a paper towel to get rid of the excess oil and got a bottle of “extreme habanero” sauce. He unscrewed the bottle and poured it into a mixing bowl. He got a bottle of “apple whiskey jalapeño” and poured it into another bowl.
Fabien: “The extreme spice is for Craig and the other is for me. I can’t handle that much spice.”
He chuckled.
Craig: “As if! You CAN handle that much spice!”
He gestured to himself.
Fabien: “Yeah, you, but not on my food!”
He laughed. He dished up Craig’s wings for him and put a paper towel by him.
Fabien: “How is it?”
He asked softly.
Craig: “Fuck yeah, this is wicked sick!”
He beamed as the spices danced around in his mouth. Fabien kissed his cheek and took the pan from the stove.
He went outside to pour the hot oil into the bin. As he poured the oil out, someone grabbed him and he screamed. Craig’s blood ran cold and his legs moved before he could think.
Craig: “FABIEN?!”
He called out, rushing outside to him. Darashinai dressed as a slutty school girl lifted Fabien by his wrists and ripped his clothes off. Fabien shirked and kicked his legs. Dougal sauntered dressed as a king and caressed Fabien’s naked body. Fabien’s bottom lip trembled as he froze turgid with fear.
Dougal: “Hello, hot stuff, ready to gulp and blow?”
He slapped his ass.
Craig: “OI! FUCK OFF, HAMBURGER KING! GET YOUR GRUBBY HANDS OFF HIM!”
He rasped and charged at Dougal. Darashinai rammed her fist in his face, sending Craig crashing on the lawn.
Fabien: “CRAIG?!”
He cried and kicked his legs.
Dougal: “Don’t worry, lad. Daddy will take great care of ya, love.”
He licked Fabien’s chest and trailed his tongue up to his face. Fabien looked at him with disgust and started to sob. Craig’s fury soared and he staggered to his feet.
Dougal: “This little Frenchie will be in good hands and not the hands of some retard who can’t even read.”
He spat at Craig.
Craig: “FUCK YOU, WHALE LORD!”
He huffed, shoving at him. Darashinai smacked Craig away and he slammed into his jeep. Craig gnashed his teeth in pain and whined.
Fabien: “CRAIG!”
He cried. Craig struggled to move, determined to help him.
Dougal: “I think the retard here is a bit of a masochist. I’m turned on.”
He licked his lips.
Craig: “...Fuck off.”He wheezed.
Dougal: “In any case, I’ll take this fine Frenchie…”
He cupped Fabien’s face.
Dougal: “Off your plate, lad. I’ll show him a good time.”
He crooned.
Fabien: “CRAIG! CRAIG!”
He screamed. Craig’s fury soared and he tried to stagger to his feet but he collapsed onto the ground. Fabien felt overcome with fear as he sobbed, feeling helpless.
Dougal stepped into the gold limousine. Darashinai slapped cuffs on Fabien’s wrists and secured his ankles with duct tape. She threw him into the limousine on Dougal’s lap. Dougal cupped Fabien’s ass and spanked it.
Dougal: “Fan-fucking-tastic!”
He purred.
Dougal: “Drive to Peach Rain!”
He snapped his fingers as he bellowed the command. The door shut and the limousine drove off disappearing into the night.
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Deimos and Tristan were at the Pink Top Aquarium in the circular foyer watching the fish swim by. Deimos gazed at Tristan as the water cast him in a luminous light. Tristan caught him looking and smiled at him.
Tristan inched closer to Deimos and rested his head on his shoulder. Deimos froze and his cheeks turned a bright red. He pursed his lips and shifted his eyes. He slowly clasped Tristan’s hand and their fingers intertwined. Deimos’ heart thundered in his chest. Tristan happily sighed. I never felt this feeling before, he thought. Well, I did when I first met him but didn’t think I would again, Tristan thought.
Deimos: “Tristan?”
He asked nervously. Tristan looked up at him.
Tristan: “Hmm?”
Deimos: ‘I…”
He hung his head and blushed. Out with it, Deimos thought. Tristan beamed and cupped his face.
Tristan: “Yes?”
He whispered and closed his eyes. Deimos’ heart hammered in his chest. Tristan, he thought.
They suddenly heard a loud BOOM and Deimos held Tristan protectively. They looked up and saw Darashinai and Dougal before them.
Dougal: “Wanna try again, eh, Deimos?”
His smile spread to show his crooked yellow teeth. Deimos growled at him.
Deimos: “FUCK OFF, FATTY!”
He bellowed and stood before Tristan.
Darashinai charged after them. Tristan took a stance and Darashinai threw something at him. A collar clasped over Tristan’s neck. He tried to use his ice powers and felt a shock all over, screaming in pain. Deimos gasped and held him close as Tristan panted in his arms. He growled hatefully at Dougal and Darashinai.
Deimos: “You FUCKER!”
Deimos brandished a knife and lunged at Dougal. He grabbed Darashinai to stand in front of him. Deimos embedded his knife in Darashinai’s chest. Darashinai screamed and Deimos stabbed her repeatedly.
Deimos: “MOVE IT OVER, YOU FAT COWARD!”
He bellowed. Dougal shoved Darashinai into Deimos and they crashed on the floor.
Tristan: “Deimos?!”
He rushed over to him.
Dougal withdrew a whip and swung it, wrapping Tristan with it and yanking him over. Dougal held Tristan close and cupped his ass. Tristan shuddered and leaned over to clamp his teeth on Dougal’s face. Dougal screamed in pain and yanked his head back drawing blood.
Dougal: “GOD FUCKING DAMNIT, YOU FRENCH FUCK!”
He bellowed and slapped his face. Deimos kicked Darashinai off him and saw red when he saw Dougal slap Tristan.
Deimos: “You fat pig… No one EVER touches Tristan! I will slaughter anyone who hurts him!”
He barked and charged after him with a knife. Darashinai punched Deimos across the room and he landed on one of the aquariums cracking the glass.
Tristan stared in horror and tried to use his ice powers, shocking him. He screamed in pain.
Dougal: “It’s no use, love… I had to protect meself!”
Tristan glared at him and bared his teeth. He squirmed and thrashed against his bonds.
Tristan: “Deimos?! Deimos?!”
He screamed.
Darashinai marched and stood over Deimos as he winced in pain. A purple glow emitted from Deimos as he healed himself.
Tristan: “DEIMOS?! DEIMOS?!”
He cried and tried to wrench away, shocking himself as he tried to use his cryokinesis.
Darashinai lifted her leg to stomp him. Deimos growled and tried to get up.
Suddenly, Darashinai was cut in half. Deimos’ jaw hung open. Celeste dashed through with a sword cutting Darashinai in half. Her torso dropped to the floor getting blood and guts everywhere and her legs toppled over.
Dougal’s eyebrow twitched.
Dougal: “Ah, nice! Another fuckoload of quid down the drain! It doesn’t matter! I got my Frenchie! See ya, wankers!”
Tristan: “DEIMOS!”
He screamed as Dougal rushed outside.
Deimos: ‘NO, YOU DON’T, YOU FAT PIECE OF SHIT!”
He and Celeste dashed after them.
They exited the aquarium and saw Dougal taking Tristan into a limousine and driving off.
Deimos: “OH NO, YOU DON’T!”
He dashed after them.
Celeste: “They’re headed to Peach Rain!”
She said as she ran with him.
Deimos: “I WILL SLAUGHTER THAT FAT PIGGIE!”
He bellowed as he ran down the street.
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In a red velvet room, in a golden cage were Tristan and Fabien dressed in slave dancer costumes. They were shirtless with a gold choker around their necks with a chain attached to the bars of the cage. They had armbandsFab on their left arm, anklets, and g-string briefs hooked with gold waistbands. Tristan had gold combs in his hair and was done in a braid.
Dougal came out dressed in a gold zoot suit.
Fabien: “Oh, it’s Jabba the Hutt merged with Goldfinger.”
He quipped. Dougal bared his teeth.
Dougal: “I didn’t have you two to crack jokes! Besides, that fat genderless blob with your friends is fatter and more disgusting!”
He stomped his foot.
Fabien: “Debatable.”
He clicked his tongue.
Tristan glared at him and felt that power-suppressing collar still on him. Dougal growled.
Dougal: “I AM NOT MORE DISGUSTING THAN THAT! ME?! I KNOW WHAT GENDER I AM!”
He bellowed. Tristan wasn’t going to debate with him. He knew it was best to conserve his energy.
Dougal: “And you two can pay for Darashinai another way!”
He stomped off.
Fabien turned to Tristan.
Fabien: “Why didn’t you freeze that fat piece of shit?!”
He snapped.
Tristan: “He snapped a power-suppressing collar on me. If I use them, I get shocked. Best to conserve your energy for when we get out.”
He nodded.
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Deimos and Celeste stood before Peach Rain.
Deimos: “Tristan, hang tight! I’m coming!”
He growled and clenched his fist.
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