Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time

Chapter 22

(Some NSFW a few paragraphs above the first separation marker)

The reflective light of the moon couldn't mask the shadows of Brendon's darkened soul. The colors and urges surging through his being had been growing ever so constantly. His masked humanity flicks off like a light. All thoughts of compassion and love drift away while that designer drug on his tongue lets him reach cloud 9. Skin would grace skin and nails would pluck the soft tissue letting the red crimson pool. Blood... it was like a subtle delicacy for the being. Little drops would caress his tongue from willing participants usually partaking in self mutilation. He found himself in the most interesting of places at times. Brendon never thought much of what he was, but he knew how much he liked the feeling. And this last full moon graced him with enough accumulated satisfaction to make him feel stronger even as a human.

The adrenaline runs through his veins; an overwhelming positive mood couldn't startle the musician any less. But he enjoys it. His morning consists of polishing up a few songs and taking note of Jake's previous advice. He also partakes in some chores around the house. He could even walk the dogs if he didn't already have Zack partaking in the job.

Before Brendon takes out the trash, he picks up the sound of the shower water running from the master bathroom. Brendon smiles to himself, acknowledging how much he got done before his wife woke up. He finishes up putting a new trash bag in the compactor before washing his hands. Brendon sits at the kitchen table with a water glass in hand. Usually the musician would have a cup of coffee, but he's well enough awake. Food is a minor passing thought.

Sarah soon enough emerges from the hallway in a light flowing dress. Her hair is wrapped in a towel as she walks towards Brendon with a warm smile.

"You're up early." Sarah says, placing a kiss on Brendon's lips.

Brendon gets up from his seat rather quickly, pulling Sarah's body against his. They engage in a deeper kiss for a few moments. Brendon loves the smell of his wife after a shower. He begins to kiss her neck, and surprised noises emerge from Sarah's mouth.

"You're in a very good mood." She breathes.

Brendon hums a response before taking Sarah's hand and guiding her to the taller countertop in their kitchen. He pats the top of the table and at first Sarah seems a bit bewildered. The musician says, "C'mere." opening his arms.

Sarah accepts his embrace, and he grabs her waist, hoisting her up on the countertop. She lets out a small squeak in response. Before another word can escape her lips, the musician's hands slide up her dress. He's quick to slide down her underwear and run his fingers around her opening before slipping two fingers in. She gasps, gripping the countertop. Brendon doesn't hesitate, slipping his head under her dress and rubbing his tongue around her labia. More noises of pleasure spill from Sarah's mouth as Brendon's tongue flicks at her clit. It only takes a few minutes before Sarah's body convulses and a long moan escapes her breath. Brendon always enjoyed making Sarah come just by his mouth. It took a lot of time and practice, but the end result always gave Brendon the utmost satisfaction.

He helps Sarah down from the counter. She pulls up her underwear with a permanent smile on her face and a dusty red pigment in her cheeks.

She asks, "What was that for?"

"For being the best wife ever." He pulls her in for one more quick kiss.

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Throughout the continuing months, Jake and Brendon's connected lips never once fell too estranged. It was intoxicating and more than enough for the black eyed demon, but there were still moments where his lips didn't exclusively belong to The Chosen One. That bothered him. And he wished other interactions would come out of it, but he'd have to leave it up to the imagination or maybe until he could find Brendon during a full moon.