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[ category: best ficlet ] by: Axica
Pictures Love doesn't last. It's an emotion, a feeling inside. A hormonal balance that increases and lowers in your body changing your view in the day by day sense. You'll love someone for a while and then one day you'll wake up and that love just won't be there anymore. You'll grope and you'll seek desperately trying to bring back that strange feeling that was once so familiar. You'll look inside in all the right places and think all the right thoughts. But in those places and thoughts the feeling of love is gone and all that is left is this strange emptiness dusted with a slight fabrication of what had once been there. It's strange, but it is true. Picture this: a lab top sitting on the desk of a dark room, curtains drawn but moving slightly in the wind coming from the open window. Outside, the slight cuckooing of a night owl and some strange whisper you just can't put your finger on. Back to the lab top. The green illuminating light glowing from it's screen shows that it is turned on, it makes a slight whirring sound as the gadgets and gizmos inside turn and the circuits work. Moving closer you see something on the glowing screen, a message of some sort. You read what is written, a disturbing statement in a coded format that makes it hard to comprehend. Beneath it, a reply message has been typed, half completed and not yet sent out. The chair in front of the desk is pulled out and slanted to the side. It is empty and looks forlorn, as if it has failed to do it's bidding. Suddenly, you hear a sound, a low moan that you had failed to pay attention to before. You turn and walk toward the many noises that you can suddenly hear. In the corner of the room, hidden in the shadows from the glow of the desktop sits a bed. You watch two figures lying entangled in the sheets. They don't notice you because they are too busy doing their own private thing. You can't see their faces because in the dark, one of them has hair so long it covers the both of them. You move closer out of curiosity, squinting in the dark. Luckily for you, neither of them is naked; both are dressed in boxers. You can't help but notice their throbbing erections underneath as they grope for each other kissing and moaning. Their movements are rigid and desperate, as if they are in need of something. Neither notices you, they are lost in their own world. You back away slowly, leaving them alone to their needs in that small, dark, room with the glowing lab top. Beautiful, you say. That is love, you insist. But let's retrace for a minute. Don't worry, they won't mind. So on that bed there lies two boys, one of them owns that lab top. The other one, the one with the long hair, it's chestnut by the way, he wears a crucifix around his neck. Strange, you think, Catholics are usually not all that approving of this kind of relationship. *** Heero is leaving tomorrow, with that comes a great relief. Maybe with him gone I'll take my mind off of this disgusting feeling. I'm lying here in my bed with him. He has just received a new mission statement from Dr. J. He was half finished with his response when I pulled him away into bed. He has his hands through my hair and I can hear his breathing in my ears. His body is covered in sweat and it is dripping from his hairline. I look into his eyes, they seem empty. I have a strong hunch that he's gone already. He presses his mouth against mine, slipping his tongue inside, playing with my tongue. His disgusting male saliva dripping with germs. His erection presses against mine beneath our clothes, filled with sperm I've had enough of. What do I need sperm for? His hands leave my hair and begin to roam over my body; his fingers are male. I hate him for what he's done to me, but really it's my fault for enjoying it. I press my hand against his chest, the flat, hard chest of a man. Like I said, it's my fault really because along with all my hate, I'm wanting more. I return over and over again saying, "Hey, Yuy! Ya wanna fuck?" I'm so filthy. He stops for a moment to look into my eyes and then nibbles slightly at my ear. "I love you," he whispers, his voice filled with confidence. I stop what I am doing to smile at him, a lopsided smile that he has known to be me. "I love you more," I reply as he slips his hands into the waistband of my boxers. I do the same to him. *** So picture this: two pairs of underwear thrown over the dirty floor, two boys in a messy bed screwing the brains out of each other. I am Duo Maxwell, I run I hide but I never lie. I mean that. I didn't lie to Heero when I said I loved him and I am not going to lie to myself about the fact that I hate being labeled a faggot. That I have to walk down the street with that word branded all over my face, or that I am no longer a respected Gundam pilot because of this weakness. I love Heero Yuy and I'm okay with that. Love doesn't last. Think about it. Owari |