Band Imagines

Birthday Boy

"Chef Brendon, you're an asshole!" I screamed from behind the stove.

A large pot of mushroom soup went flying to the floor when my arms jerked out in a shove. It's contents spilled out as the pot rolled back and forth in small increments.

A sly smirk played on his lips as he exited the walk in refrigerator.

His hair was nearly slicked back and bounced with every step he took towards me and the growing mess. To my surprise his uniform was off and most likely in his locker. He wore slim grey jeans and a navy blue sweater that had a medium sized v-neck that exposed the white button down beneath it.

"Why don't you stop trying to have sex with me," he stated as if it was obvious.

A feel of shock, anger, and embarrassment took over my body. Before I knew it I was marching over to meet him right by the sandwich station.

"If I was trying to fuck you I would do this," I spat.

My hand flung out and grabbed at his groin as my body fell into him.

As soon as he grabbed onto me I started to bawl.

There was no reason to it. I just collapsed into his chest and sobbed my little heart out into him.

Arms wrapped around me and his hand tenderly rubbed circles on my back in order to calm me down. It all made it worse as I continued to sob.

"I wanted to be here, not my other class," I rambled on, "I was the one who wanted to transfer earlier."

On cue my professor walked in to the site.

I stood up and apologized for crying into him. Like magic my tears had stopped, but all I wanted to do was cry. I wanted to cry into his chest again to feel safe and wanted.

I got my wish.

Now I sat with him and three other people.

Cold metal binded me to the others by our wrists. Small leads were connected to the cuffs that combined into a single lead to which Master Urie held onto.

His eyes found their way to me and I offered him a faint smile.

I was too polite for this, too submissive. It wasn't that I wanted him, I just knew better at this point. The rewards were easier to take than the punishments.

Sometimes if one of the others didn't pay attention to him or his orders they would get pricked in the most sensitive of spots with a small needle from his hand-held device.

Occasionally I would hesitate from anxiety and get a small prick in the cheek, but it was nothing like the others.

He was fond of me as I was better behaved. If I did something wrong my punishments were never severe. The worst I've had was when he spanked me.

I tensed up at that memory of his hand leaving welts on my bare ass and he noticed.

"Bitch," he called to one of the girls.

Her head perked up as her eyes filled with terror.

"Go to your place and take the rest with you," he ordered and handed over a keychain.

Once she uncuffed me and stumbled out of the office with the others I was beckoned over.

I got up and made my way over to him. He spoke to me, but the sound of my heart racing in my ears distorted his voice.

I knew this was going to get me in trouble, but I said what anyway.

His expression fell and disappointment took over. "You weren't listening to me, precious?" he asked softly as he leaned in closer to me.

I learned that explanations were pointless and unwanted and the less words used, the better.

"No, sir," I whispered gently.

He towered over me as he stood up before me.

A soft hand caressed my cheek sweetly for a moment before it fixed my hair.

"Do you need me?" he asked.

By the lack of scolding and punishment I assumed he had just repeated himself.

"No, sir," I replied.

He nodded slowly and studied my face.

Those brown eyes reeled me in as they wandered around. Whenever I looked into them I was lost for a while.

I felt arms around my waist as my body pushed into his. He hadn't brought me in, I pressed into him. I then laid my head in his chest and closed my eyes.

We stood together for a long while like that. Neither of us said or did a thing as time ticked on around us. Instead, we just enjoyed each other's company and body warmth.

Obeying the man that stole you from your life had perks and only that. I could feel safe in his arms whenever I was scared. My bed was always warm and during a storm I could be protected my his large arms.

Nothing bad came from being here with them. If I listened I could do anything I wanted and he never forced anything upon me.

His girl got used for sex and occasionally the boys did, too, but I never did. He always asked and let me decide.

My daze was broken when I felt two cool fingers touch my chin. He brought my head up and smiled down at me.

I stared at his eyes as he leaned down closer. Our eyes closed at the same time our lips met.

I tightended my grip on his back and shivered.

He had never kissed me before; he had never kissed any of us before.

I felt him smile as our lips moved slowly for a few minutes.

His hands never wandered. One stayed under my chin as the other was planted firmly on my back.

The kiss broken, I stared up at him with a bright pink face.

He smirked down at me and ran a thumb over my now damp lip.

"That was for my birthday, Precious," he reasoned.