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 Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 8:06 pm
[Ha! First on second page! ;P]
Now why was Spencer so attatched? It had been only hours since the two had met, and even less than that since he figured he really wasn't so straight anymore. Sure he had always thought what it would be like.. But he never though he would end up in a serious relationship with a male. It was amazing how though they didn't know each other for very long, the angel already forgot what it was like to live without him. His childish grins, the way he pressed his nose up against his before they kissed.. The boy shook his head, tears continueing to flow down his face, though he was smiling. Smiling because he had found someone whose company he really did enjoy.
..And he already screwed it up. Spencer sat up, pushing his hair back with his hands, before using them to wipe the tears from his face. He was so stupid.. He just hoped Damien would forgive him. He pushed himself up onto his feet, though he had to wait for a few seconds to retrieve his balance. He quickly headed into the washroom for a quick cool down, then put on his shoes and left his room. He had to find Damien. He had to tell him how he felt. He didn't fall in love often.. Especially not with a boy. He didn't want this to end so quickly, and the only way to prevent that would be to go ahead and apologize.
His first stop was at Damien's dormroom. He knocked a few times, called out to the boy, pleaded for him to come out. But no one answered. The most he got was weired-out stares from the by-passers. He left out a soft sigh, shoved his hands into his pockets, and began to just circle the school, searching desperately for his lost boyfriend. Well, he wasn't exactly lost. Spencer just didn't know where he was. 'I'm sure he's fine.' He lied to himself, knowing that this probably wasn't the case. Damien was upset, he had all the right to go do something stupid to himself. And the angel would rest all blame on himself, because he should have been more careful with his mouth. It seemed like forever since he left his room, though it had only really been half an hour. He had already given up, since his eyes felt swollen and he had almost tripped over his feet a dozen times. The door to his dorm slammed shut once he entered, before he kicked off his shoes and fell face-first onto his bed. He lazily pushed himself up so that his head rested on the pillow, at which time he slowly began to drift into unconciousness, whispering a soft "I love you Dai.." before he fell asleep.
Once again, it felt as though eternity had passed before something awoke the angel. He heard a distant pounding, causing his eyes to slowly open, not yet realizing where he was, or what had happened. But when he heard his name the second time, everything came back to him. 'Damien..' He thought, almost feeling more tears come to his eyes. He jumped up to his feet and ran to the door, a bit too quickly, and ran right into it. After regaining his composure, he opened the door to reveal his beloved boyfriend, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"Damien!" He exclaimed, wrapping his arms around the boy's waist and holding him tighter than ever before. "I was so worried.. I thought I had lost you.." He whispered, feeling tears of his own beginning to form. The smell of alcohol reached his nostrels, making his eyes open. "Wha-Whe-- Have you been drinking?" He asked, shocked. He leaned back slightly, looking into the other's eyes, before hearing an unfamilier voice. He looked over to the other male, who seemed to have already heard of him. "Yeah, I'm Spencer. Who are you?" He asked, looking over the other man, as if trying to convince himself that he was better than the other.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 8:26 pm
Oh, he was so grateful for that. Spencer wasn't scolding him, and he was in the angel's arms once again. He was shaking again, just as he had been earlier, but now it had spread through all his body. He wrapped both arms around Spence, embedding the fingers of one hand in the silky brown locks, relishing how he felt so comfortable all of a sudden, just because he was with Spencer. He buried his head in his boyfriend's shoulder and tried desperately to regain control of his emotions. It really wasn't working. Or, barely, but that wasn't necessarily working. Probably the fault of his drinking.
A look of regret passed over Damien's glazed crimson eyes. Tears were no longer falling from those eyes, but they had left trails down his face. As he felt the other's hands loosen slightly, the warmth fade, his let his own hands fall limp, before they simply fell to his sides, idly. When Spencer tried to look into the drunken boy's eyes, he looked away. He couldn't stand to look him in the eye. He couldn't stand his own problem, his addiction. But what he truly hated was that Spencer had to find out in such a way. It was horrible. Damien kicked the floor with the tip of his foot, hands behind his back, still looking away. “I sa-” -hic- “said I was sorry...”
There had been a very pretty girl at that party. As far as Damien could recall, she had been really sweet, though she had mostly just been commenting on things that the boy had been ranting on about. Nothing mean, only concerned things. She’d had a Texas accent, Damien had figured. Maybe Spencer would want her instead? After all, he had just discovered that his boyfriend was an alcoholic. She hadn’t been drinking. But no. Spencer had just said that he was in love with Damien, right? Which meant... Which meant... Hell, he didn’t even know anymore.
Just as Damien opened his mouth to tell about this girl, he choked on his words, and couldn’t get himself to say such a thing. Letting out a strangled noise, he buried his head in Spencer’s neck. His arms were back around the angel he loved so much. He wouldn’t be able to handle it. That’s why he couldn’t talk. That would be giving Spencer a chance to leave him, and he wouldn’t be able to bear it. He loved the boy far too much to ever give him up so easily. “Me?” the man questioned, sounding as though Spencer should know who he was. “I’m Trent, but you’ll probably know me as Mr. Mathers. I’m the astronomy teacher. Found your boyfriend in a college party and decided to bring him back ‘fore he drunk himself into a coma,” he said with a weak smile. It was the truth, at least.
“Anyway.” He looked at a small, black watch on his wrist. “About time I get going. Keep this away from him, and... I’ll check up on the two of you tomorrow, then.” Trent had handed off the paper-bagged bottle and smiled slightly. He waved in farewell and turned, walking back down the hall. That is, until he was ran smack into a... Boy? Angel boy? Well, he did have wings, just as Spencer had, but he was wondering whether the boy was an angel, or something else. He was a cute little thing, small body with wide, violet eyes. Tre tilted his head as the boy’s sentence faded, and he blinked in confusion, looking around himself before the small one jumped up from the ground and landed about his shoulders.
“Nah, I wasn’t born with bumblebee colored hair!” the teacher replied, sounding like an aghast little boy, as though the suggestion was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. That was Tre in a nutshell. He was all calm, cool, and collected around people his own age, and turned into a child himself when he was with ones who acted like children. It was easy for him to carry Akiva, after all, he didn’t weigh that much. He reached back and tugged lightly on one of the wings blended with Akiva’s hair. It was soft, and felt interesting between his fingers, but so not to bother the boy, he let his hand down. “Aw, really?! Gosh, you’re so lucky. I was only born with plain old black hair, but my old girlfriend? She put stuff in my hair to change it’s colors while I was asleep. I got kinda mad, but it looks pretty neat now, huh?”
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 2:50 pm
The trembling body in his arms was one of the best feelings in the world after being apart for what felt like forever. But then again - it worried him. Why was he shaking? He was drunk, obviously, and he had been crying. This just made him feel bad, but he felt so happy to be holding him again. His head turned slightly to look at the head on his shoulder, and he couldn't help but smile. He was addicted, to the sweetest being that was Damien. They barely knew each other, but already they were in love. It was amazing, but Spencer just hoped that this wouldn't mean that it would end as quickly as it started. No, it couldn't.
His smile quickly faded when the other boy let go, obviously not very comfortable. Of course this meant he had been. He never knew of the boy's drinking habits, and was upset that this was the way he had to find out about it. At times he felt like he was Damien's father, because he seemed to be so childish. The other was taller, so he had to look up slightly in order to try and look into his eyes. A soft sigh of regret escaped his lips. He just had to open his mouth back there.. "It's okay." He whispered, eyes turning to look at the other man.
"Oh, right! Mr, Mathers." He exclaimed. He had heard of the man's job here, but he had never actually seen him in person. His lips twitched to smile at his comment, but it failed. There was no reason to be happy about this. "Well, thanks any-" He began, only to hear some odd sound from Damien. Before he even had time to question it, he had his boyfriend back in his arms, back where he should be.
Spencer closed his eyes, slowly wrapping his arms around the other boy once more. He pressed his lips against the side of his head, then just set his head on the other's shoulder. "C'mon, you're spending the night with me. I don't want to leave you alone, who knows what you'll do." He whisperd. That was part of the reason, but really, he just didn't want to spend time away from Damien for another while. He pushed the door open again with the back of his foot, then let go of the embrace, leaving one hand around the other's waist. He gently pulled him inside and led him over to his bed, but didn't let him fall onto it just yet.
"Damien.." He whispered, cupping his cheek with his hand, gazing into the other's eyes. "I love you." His pale pink lips pulled up into a smile, but he didn't kiss him. Nor did he allow for the boy to kiss him. He needed to be slightly punished for what he did. After a few seconds he let his hands fall to his sides, and he walked over to the curtains, closing them shut. "Do you want to sleep now, or later?" He asked. The sun was setting, and it looked beautiful. In a way, it helped him realize just how lucky he was.
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 8:50 pm
A small smile drifted over Damien’s lightly flushed face. There was a queer sensation spread through his body. Like a warmth that was coming from inside, rather than from the body of the other male who’s arms were wrapped about him. He knew what that feeling was. It was the one that makes your heart beat faster. That lights up your day, your world, when not even your favorite activities can make you happy. Love. That’s what it was, plain and simple. The feeling that meant that you would do anything to make the person smile. If that meant that you had to take your own life, then so be it. It would make them happy, so they say. But of course, that’s the difference between doing anything for them, and doing anything to make them smile. Some would say they’d give their life for the one they love, but some know better. If they leave their love, that one with mourn their death, when it truly could have been them that died...
Now you’ve only caught a glimpse of how Damien’s mid wanders so uncontrollably then he’s drunk.
Damien made a noise of recognition with the brunette’s first relevant statement. He stumbled ever-so-slightly when the two slipped into the room. It was just as it had been a few hours ago, though a bit darker. When he was held from falling back, he made a slight whining noise in the back of his throat. He didn’t want to stand up anymore! Spencer’s following actions sent a look of curiosity through Damien’s eyes, as though he had only just remembered who Spencer was. Again. But this wasn’t the case. The angel’s form blurred in front of his eyes, but the words came through clearly. He smiled, but ended up pouting childishly at his boyfriend’s... lack of affection for him. Of course, it wasn’t a surprise. His breath didn’t smell all that pleasant and that drink was still on his lips. Bottom line- It was a surprise Spencer could stand to be around him.
“I wan-” -hic- “wanna sleep later,” Damien replied indignantly. He sounded like a child, namely because he looked like he was going to pass out any second. Like a little one who wanted to stay up, but wouldn’t make it much longer. He flopped down on the bed and stared at Spencer. In a way, he looked like a puppy, a touch of curiosity in those distant eyes. Really, somewhere inside, he was happier than he had ever been. Bending at the waist, he untied and pulled his shoes off, socks following suit. Well... Time for his first night in his new home. Kind of.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 7:46 pm
Spencer nodded his head gently in response to Damien's choice. He tore his gaze away from the sunset to look over at his boyfriend, and he smiled slightly. He found it funny how the boy said he didn't want to sleep just yet, but he was still taking off his shoes. He didn't mind, his feet already having already been freed of their usual prison. He walked over to his boyfriend and took a seat beside him on the bed, setting his hands down on either side of his own lap for support. He tilted his head to the side, looking into the eyes of the other curiously.
"How are you feeling?" He asked, smiling sincerely. He had never been drunk himself, for he wasn't a fan of the stuff. He had his own ways of dealing with problems, usually involving locking himself up in his bedroom and trying to find solutions to the conflict. Sometimes he cried, or went searching for an answer, or the very problem; much like he had with Damien. It took everything he had inside of him to not lean in and plant a kiss on those sweet lips. The stench of alcohol was a constant reminder of what had happened thanks to his bad choice of words.
"Hey, um..." He mumbled, trying to find a good set of words to explain exactly how sorry he was, and for what. "I.. I'm not exactly good with words." He said, allowing a smirk to pass over his features as he realized the truth of the statement. He had told Damien he wasn't gay, yet barely hours later they were making out on his bed. He had said what he meant with the question which caused this whole thing, but he hadn't chosen the best words. "I didn't mean to sound so rude with my question before.. I just wanted to know why you were uncomfortable, that's all." He said, using a weak smile as a plea for forgiveness. He had forgotten that he was talking to a drunk boy...
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Posted: Wed Dec 20, 2006 5:56 am
“Spe~ence!” Damien whined as his boyfriend looked over at him in such a curious puppy-dog manner. Reaching out a lightly tan hand, he pressed it, palm flat, against Spencer’s cheek. Applying a bit of force, he moved that brown-eyed gaze away from him. Despite the seemingly upset actions on Damien’s behalf, there was a bashful smile on his face. He was such a sweet angel-boy, that Spencer was! The human turned that smile back into a pout and he curled into his boyfriend’s side. Crimson eyes were half-closed against a headache that was stirring in the back of his mind. Against his own will, that charming smile drifted back onto his face. “Don’t look’it me with sucha” -hic- “sucha cute face a-less I can r’member it.”
Damien blinked slowly at Spencer’s question. How was he feeling? Hell, he wasn’t even capable of a continuous thought process, how would he know such a thing? One of his hands played with the hem of Spencer’s shirt, but he dare not go any further than that. It would make him feel too much like his father, even if Spencer was willing. A soft sigh broke free of his lips and, for a moment, it seemed like he had gone to sleep lying there. But, of course, he hadn’t. He was still at least semi-conscious. The main sign of this was when his eyes opened the smallest bit and he muttered, “‘M fine, Spence...”
The next bit of conversation failed to break through Damien’s drunken bubble. All he wanted was a kiss from his adorable, angelic boyfriend and to go to sleep. That headache was slowly getting harder to ignore. It would probably make falling asleep a bit difficult. His hand fell away loosely, as though the boy’s wrist had lost the strength to hold itself up. The other hand stroked one of Spencer’s wings in a rhythmic motion. Crimson eyes, once again, slipped shut. Spencer’s apology was all fuzzy around the edges. What was he sorry for? Well, it was something important, judging by the angels tone of voice. But... What for? It seemed that if Damien had a memory problem before, that drinking was likely to give him Alzheimer. At least, temporarily. Waiting patiently until Spencer finish, Damien felt himself nodding off. Damn. “‘Ey, Spence...? C’n we getta” -hic- “getta sleep soon...?”
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 3:25 pm
Spencer wasn't exactly sure why Damien had whined his name, but when his face was pushed to the side, he figured he didn't want to be looked at that way. He just closed his eyes altogether, not wanting to frusturate the poor boy. He wasn't expecting to be curled into, but it still brought a smile to his face. His arms wrapped protectively around his boyfriend, pressing his lips to the top of his head. "I'll try not to." He whispered. He noticed the smile, and that just made him smile even more. Gosh, he was cute..
His eyes glanced down to Damien's hands, which were currently occupying themselves with the hem of his shirt. He didn't think anything of it, just as a nervous gesture. When he stopped moving, he sat there silently, just listening to their breathing patterns. He wasn't sure how concious his boyfriend was, but he waited patiently. A soft sigh escaped his pale lips when the boy said he was fine, his hand moving up and down his arm slowly, hopefully in a comforting way.
The rhythmic stroking of his wing was so soothing, Spencer almost fell asleep, sitting up with his boyfriend in his arms. He wasn't really expecting the boy to answer, but the silence still upset him slightly. When he spoke, another smile touched the angel's face. "Sure thing." He said softly, gently pushing his boyfriend off of his body and onto the bed. He moved him up so his head was on the pillow, feet on the bed. He leaned down, their lips inches apart, but the stench reminded him. "Goodnight," he whispered, and then quickly leaned back before he could kiss him. "Get comfortable, I'll be back." He called over his shoulder, grabbing a tank top and heading into the washroom.
Within minutes the angel appeared, wearing a pair of boxers and the tank top he had before. The clothing he had on before was folded over his arms, hung in his closet. He hadn't had much time to unpack, but he had to start somewhere, right? His eyes looked lovingly at the boy on his bed, and he let out a soft sigh. He wasn't sure where to sleep. His roomate would come back later, most likely, and he wasn't sure if he could handle Damien's scent. But, he would have to live with his boyfriend's drunk state. He walked over to the bed, sliding under the covers with him. "You don't mind.. Right?" He said softly, afraid to get too close to him.
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 8:41 pm
“MmHmm,” Damien said without needing to open his mouth. He face was pouty again as he watched his boyfriend’s retreating form, staring with glassy eyes for whom the room looked blurred. Gosh, Spencer could be stubborn when he put his mind to it! One kiss - that was all! All he desired before drifting off into dreamland, but it appeared as though that wasn’t going to happen. The kiss to the top of his head hadn’t been what he craved, but if only he was given the chance to kiss Spencer in that way, at least, he would be perfectly content. Why did he need to be tortured in such a way, anyway? It wasn’t as though he’d done anything wrong, given into any of the sins. Gluttony? No. Wrath? Rustration, at most, but no. Envy? Niet. Lust? Of course not! Could he even succumb to that od the sins without being totally stoned?! Vanity? Not so far as he knew. Sloth? Again, no. Last was greed, and he was pretty sure that was a no as well. Then why?
Because of what he’s done to Spencer. The angel, the sweet, beautiful, loving angel, did not deserve that. Damien’s frustrated yelling then him leaving... Just to imagine that in reverse was painful. Spencer had no idea where Damien had gone and could have gone and killed himself for all that the smaller one knew. And then he came back drunk which, thinking of that now, was rather unexpected. Back when he had been a more severe alcoholic, burying all his problems, no matter how small, at the bottom of a bottle, it would have been totally understandable. But - here’s the catch - he had had a strong tolerance to the stuff. It took bottle upon bottled to actually get him drunk. Which was why, even now, he could think clearly, but he couldn’t comprehend much outside of his own brain through any of the five senses, except maybe touch. Even that, though, was somewhat faulty. Things that his fingers drifted over with only a slight bit of force might as well have been air.
Crimson eyes lit up at the appearance of the other brunette, but his face dropped when the other neared, very... Well, scantily dressed. He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing slowly and deeply, seeming to have fallen asleep. The sheets rustled and Spencer’s voice rose above the silence. Maybe, with both of them under the blankets, bodies hidden, Damien wouldn’t mind as much. He was doubtful, but it was worth a shot. His eyes slowly reopened, and a sleepy smile drifted across his face. Gently, as though the other boy would pull away (and he would allow that, mind you), he wound his arms about Spence and hugged him, laying a kiss on his brow before the other could debate. “MmMmm...” he murmured in agreement. “‘S f-” -hic- “fine, Spence...” Then, just as an after thought, he apologized again. Yes, he remembered he’d said he was sorry before (well, kind of remembered), but he just thought that he really needed to prove that he saw the error of his ways, that he was truly sorry for what he’d done. OoC:: Woah, big paragraphs. o0
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 4:47 pm
Spencer smiled as he felt the other's hands slowly wind around his body. He closed his eyes, and stopped breathing for a second, not wanting to allow the scent up his nose. His lips curved up even further at the touch of his lips to his brow, and that just made the desire to kiss the other that much stronger. It probably wasn't as bad as it was for Damien, but it was definately hard for him.
"It's alright..." The angel whispered, though it was more of a sigh, his words slurring together as he let all his breath escape out at once. He leaned his head back slightly, eyes gazing into those of the other. With a sly smile, he leaned in, pressing his lips to one corner of Damien's mouth. "Promise me you won't run away like that again." He murmered, slowly moving his lips over to the other corner, which he kissed as well. The smell of alcohol burned his nostrels, but he needed to be close to Damien. He had been so afraid when they were apart before... He needed to be with him now.
Spencer was fully aware that Damien was drunk, so that even if he promised, that wouldn't amount to much the next day. He ran his hand down part of the human's hair, his eyes gazing dreamily into those of the other. His mind was clouded, just thinking of the first time they kissed. It felt so long ago... Without another thought, he leaned in and pressed his lips firmly against the other's, eyes shut tight. He needed to feel it. The beating of his heart. The pulsing in his ears. The spinning of his head. He had missed that so much.
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 9:52 pm
- Damien felt himself, every bit, mind, body, and soul, melt with Spencer's gentle kisses, where he somehow avoided a direct kiss, and yet made it all the more pleasurable. Lusting. Not wasn't that a surprise? Along with turning to a liquid, the long-haired teen felt himself soak into the matress and drip through the floors, slinking about the school building as a puddle of what he once was, until he snapped awake. At that time, he had fallen into a daze, but woke himself in time to hear what Spencer had said, and to feel the second teasing kiss that sent tingly feelings up his spine. Like electricity.
"I p-promis-" -hic- "-mise, S-Spence..." Damien stammered. It was obvious now more than ever that he was drunk, no longer keeping his sober mind, and struggling to remain conscious. His eyes were glazed. The lights were on, but no one was home, as some might say. Or, at least, only a very old person was home. But the kiss sparked something back on in the back of his head. The hair on his arms stood on end beneath his crimson shirt, and he pulled Spencer in closer, though not in a painful way. Some part of him regretted the fact that he was taking advantage of such a situation, one that he wouldn't even remember because he was drunk and only semi-conscious.
"Spencer..." he hald-murmured, his mouth just close enough for his breath to mingle with the other's and tickle across Spencer's lips. The moment just felt so much more intimate in the silence, the dark. Damien let a shiver run unnoticeably across his body, caused just by the overall feel of what was happening. And, yes, being drunk blew things out of purportion for him. Simply kissing his boyfriend at that time was about as extreme as having sex, but without his nudity problem involved. Sighing with graditude and contentment, eyes closed, Damien wrapped his arms around the smaller boy and pulled their bodies closer together. By now, they weren't even separated by much else but clothing.
"I l-" -hic- "-love you, S-Spence..." Damien said softly, his breath fluttering lightly across the skin of his boyfriend's neck. The world started to get dizzy, then. Patterns behind his eyes. Muffled sounds of what was actually going on. All the rest of the stuff. His senses were shot before he finally gave into sleep, and passed clean away. But, damn, he should have thought more about his drink choice. He was gonna have one hellofa hangover the next morning...
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 6:06 pm
The corners of Spencer's pale lips slowly curved upwards, feeling inside as though he had accomplished something. He wasn't sure what it was that was accomplished, but it probably had something to do with making Damien stammer... In a way he hoped wasn't just because he was drunk. He wasn't used to making people feel anything moderately strong towards him. Mostly people went out for him because he was the kind, shy boy in the corner. They thought it was cute.
The way Damien reacted was quite unexpected, given the current surroundings, and what usually happened when two people kissed in a bed. But, he loved it anyway. He dug his fingers into the other's hair, though not pulling to hurt him, but to keep their faces as close as possible. The kiss sent shivers up his spine, making his heart go wild in his chest. He was almost positive that Damien could feel it, too. His lungs begged for air, but he refused to let go. He refused to kill the moment for something as silly as breathing. His wings died to move, but were currently trapped under the weight of the covers, and the prison which was his shirt.
He was upset when the kiss broke, though was slightly grateful that he had a chance to catch his breath. As Damien spoke to him, he kept his eyes closed, his lungs heaving in deep breaths. Their chests touched for a short second everytime. "Damien..." He whispered in return, but refused to open his eyes. The kiss had struck some life back into him, and he wasn't even close to tired. He could smell the alcohol as the other spoke, but he didn't say anything. This wasn't something he wanted to ruin.
Hearing the words leave Damien's mouth made Spencer smile. He loved hearing it, so it never seemed to get old. "I love you, too, Damien. I love you, too." He murmered in his ear, feeling shivers crawl up his spine and his skin grow goosebumps at the breath stroking over his neck. As Damien drifted to sleep he stayed awake, daydreaming, though it was more like nightdreaming now. He waited silently for his heart to return to its normal pace, for his breathing to even out, and for his skin to stop tingling from the touch. After a while of silence, having nothing to do but to imagine, he soon fell sound asleep.
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 10:46 am
- He awoke to a scent. Multiple ones, actually. Alcohol, and he knew what was coming. The sent of the school - He knew that he was no longer at home. Then a foreign scent. Crimson eyes blinked open groggily, to find a small angel boy in his arms. Oh yes. Now he remembered. Sort of. He didn’t remember any of the events that lead up to him falling asleep with Spencer, but he didn’t expect them to be too bad, as both of them were still wearing clothes, thank god. Still smelling faintly of alcohol, he pressed his lips to Spencer’s in a sleepy, good-morning kiss. Then he felt the first wave of nausea.
Clenching his jaw, he pulled away from Spence and somehow got out of the bed without so much as disturbing the other’s hair. ‘God, I’m so sorry for this, Spence!’ He darted into the bathroom, somehow avoiding the mirror, and dropped to his knees. Gripping the sides of the toilet seat, he felt the burning as the contents of his stomach transferred itself from his body to the once-gleaming porcelain bowl ahead of him. And he could only imagine how Spencer felt, having to wake up to his boyfriend puking his guts out. Poor boy.
Nothing left in his stomach for the moment, he pulled himself into a sitting position, breathing hoarsely and flushing the toilet. His eyes brimmed with tears, which were only there as a result of his whole puking-fiasco. Along with that, his throat felt like it was on fire, the acid still clawing at it with claw-fingered hands. His nose was running as well. He was all but surprised that his brain wasn’t oozing out his ears. The seventeen-year-old, still afraid he would cough up even more of his digestive system, which would be unpleasant. Enough of his insides were already crawling sluggishly through the plumbing.
“Augh...” Damien moaned. Oh, gee, how great was that mental image. Yick. He sat for a moment, listening to the savage thrumming in his head. Pulling his skinny self up, he searched the first cabinet he found, the word ‘aspirin’ gently slipping repeated from his mouth. Finding the bottle, he took two pills out, filling a cup that had been in the cabinet, not at all obsessive-compulsive about that sort of thing.
The pills went down smoothly, but he forgot for only a moment that the mirrors here weren’t covered. And a moment was all it took. His eyes widened, and the cup shattered against the hard linoleum floor. Shaking all over, the boy stumbled backward, fumbling for any sort of a handhold and finding the still-open door. His lips parted in a silent scream as he seemed to be watching tears pool in his eyes. But that wasn’t what he was seeing. He saw, instead, himself as a boy, his clothes being removed, slowly, in front of a camera, by a man’s hands, so similar to the build of his own hands, now. Oh, joy. Two attacks in two days. What a year this was going to be...
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The Pancake Conspiracy Crew
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 6:44 pm
[ I like that - 'crawling sluggishly through the plumbing'. Made me smile. xD ]
Spencer slept soundly through the night, not waking from his deep slumber even once. Sleeping in the arms of someone he loved must have really helped him, seeing as he usually woke up quite often in the night. Last night's happenings had made him very tired, however. It was the first day of school, so it was hectic enough returning into the educational routine. Not only that but he met Damien, kissed Damien, fell in love with Damien, lost Damien, and got Damien back all in a few hours. He could still remember the shock and worry that consumed him in the hours that they were apart. That wasn't a lovely time at all.
His dreamless sleep was interupted by a touch. It was a soft touch. A familiar touch. A touch he wished he could feel again, and again, and again. He realized then that the touch wasn't something he made up in his head. A few seconds after that he realized that meant he wasn't alone in the bed. His eyes opened quickly, only in enough time to see the retreating form of another boy. Blood rushed to his cheeks as he smiled, remembering last night. He had been so confident after Damien got back to him, but the shyness was back now. His eyelids closed over his eyes, a yawn escaping his lips before he stretched his arms, legs, back and wings.
"Morning!" He called to the boy in the washroom. Maybe he really had to go or something. He was too caught up in his own thoughts to realize that the boy was was throwing up. Slowly his body rolled over, now facing the other side of the room. The blush faded, a smile on his lips, his stomach containing butterflies as he remembered the fact that he now awoke to a boyfriend. Most days he woke up being single. Sometimes he woke up with a girlfriend in mind. Never with a boyfriend. He didn't mind at all, however.
It was then that Spencer heard a painful sound, making his stomach drop and his heart miss a beat. It sounded like breaking glass, and it was coming from his washroom, into which Damien had just gone into. "Dai?" He murmered, sitting up slowly, head turned to the washroom. He then saw his boyfriend on his door, staring with a terrified expression at something inside the bathroom. Maybe there was a bug in there or something. "Damien, are you okay?" He asked, his voice slightly louder.
The angel made his way over to the other boy, feeling his heart break at the look on his face. The tears in his eyes, the shock and fear clear on his expressions. Spencer looked on helplessly before stepping forward, placing his hands on the taller boy's shoulders. "Damien, calm down, what's wrong?" He whispered, his voice shaking. He bit down on his bottom lip, following the boy's gaze to see the mirror. He didn't see anything scary in it, just their reflection. Damien, though telling him of his fear of seeing a bare body, mentioned nothing of his fear for his own reflection.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 10:22 pm
A brief pressure on his shoulders, eyes misted over. Nothing he saw was happening, and nothing that was happening was visible. The pressure that he felt, the contact, had him seeing his father’s hands gently pressing against him as he stared into the camera lens, the mirror. He clenched his mouth shut, forcing his eyes shut as well and feeling a scream crawl up from within the depths of his being. His hands wrapped and tightened around the wrists of his attacker, almost throwing the other backward. But he caught himself. His father’s skin wasn’t that smooth, his wrists not so thin. Slowly, apprehensively, his eyes opened, panic ebbing away from his face.
But his father wasn’t what greeted him. Instead, with a concerned expression adorning his face, an angel greeted him. Soft brown eyes, smooth pale skin. Dressed in no more than a tank top and boxers, he was hardly angelic in appearance. But to Damien, he was a savior in mortal clothing. Again, the sixteen-year-old’s eyes misted over, but this time with tears. Just before he buried his head in the other boy’s shoulder, he looked like a child again. Now, though, just as child-like, he was sobbing outright into Spencer’s shoulder. No, this wasn’t like the other two times. This time, he was truly mortified, so scared that his father was going to come after him. Even after all this time, the mental scars still hadn’t healed.
“Please don’t let him get me, Spencer,” he sobbed, sounding absolutely terrified, into his boyfriend’s shoulder. “I don’t want to feel him like that. I don’t w-want him to touch me anymore!” He was just so scared... Maybe he should call Daemon? Yeah, that would be a good idea. If he could pull himself together. It took minutes, feeling almost like hours, until Damien dropped to his knees. Now his eyes burned, but his head was better, no longer pounding away as it had been. He pulled himself out of the bathroom, staying on the floor. When he reached the outside was when he realized that his phone was in his bag. His bag was in his dorm... Which was not here, obviously.
“I need to borrow your phone,” he murmured. “I need to call my brother.” Nope, no explanation, no information about what had just happened. He still shook constantly, a harsh shiver occasionally coursing through his nerves. But there was at least one thing that Spencer had learned about Damien. Well, not just then, but it was more directly addressed here. He had a brother. And, soon, the angel would probably be learning a lot more about this brother.
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The Pancake Conspiracy Crew
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 10:39 pm
Spencer watched Damien curiously, observing how his jaw seemed to tighten and his eyes shut tight. He bit down on his bottom lip nervously, maybe he didn't want to be touched? He slowly, cautiously, lifted his hands from the other boy's shoulders. Just before they were fully off, however, he felt a sudden pressure applied to his wrists. He stared at his wrists in horror, feeling himself lose his balance for a second before catching himself. He didn't say anything, though. Maybe this was the boy's way of getting stress out or something. He was afraid to say anything wrong. That brought back painful memories of last night.
Shaking his head, Spence was relieved to see his boyfriend's eyes open. Such amazing, crimson eyes. He seemed to relax slightly, or at least lose the look of horror from his features. He wrapped his arms around Damien's shoulders, pressing the side of his head to his. Cool breath swirled out from in between his lips in the form of a sigh. A sigh of relief, a sigh of pain, a sigh of worry.
Him? "..Who's he?" He whispered, but realized who he meant. "It's your father, isn't it?" He murmered, pulling the male slightly closer to his own body. "It's okay, you're safe now. He can't get you now." He said, though his voice was slightly unsure. Could he? Did his father work around here? Had he gotten him at school before? He didn't want to make promises that he couldn't control, but he hoped that nothing would happen to the human boy. He couldn't imagine why anyone would do such a thing, hurt someone like him. Why would you rape your own son?!
Suddenly, Damien dropped out of his grip and onto his knees. Spencer's body jerked, but then just stood there, looking down at his kneeling body in worry. He stepped aside, watching the other male walk out and look around the room for a second, obviously thinking about something. "Um. Okay." He muttered, walking over to his bag and bending over, then pausing in mid-bend. "Damn." He mumbled. He had left his cell phone at home. His body slowly straightened again, turning back to face Damien with a sad expression. "I left it at home..." He mumbled.
Wow, wasn't this the best way to start the first full day of his school year. But then again, it was probably ten times worse for Damien.
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