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Trois, the love story of Zahmen, Sonnen and Pat


Once upon a time on a world called earth, uh there were three friends. Pat, Sonnen and Zahmen. They were all close friends with Zahmen and Sonnen being friends since childhood.

Pat was crushing on Sonnen, while Sonnen was in love with Zahmen, who was in love with Pat.

They enjoyed hanging out, but everytime after a group outing, each one would go home with an ache in their heart at being with their love, but never being with them.

One particular night after just such an outing at the local dance hall, Pat called up Zahmen to express his frustrations for the first time. Zahmen answered his phone with his heart aflutter. Was this the night? He always waited after a get together for Pat to call him, after dropping subtle hints, but this was the first time his phone rang so soon after a meet up.

"H-hey Pat, what's up?" Zahmen said his throat dry.

"I'm depressed man. Tonight was amazing. I...I think I am in love with Sonnen. I can't get her of my mind dude. I don't know what to do," Pat said on the other end of the line.

Zahmen's heart sank. He tried to keep his voice even as he spoke to hide the hurt.

"Oh. It's gotten that bad huh?" Zahmen said. he'd known that Pat had a small crush on Sonnen for a while, but it never bothered him. he rarely talked about it.

"I know you didn't. She loves you, you know, I'm so ******** jealous of you sometimes man. I wish I could be you!" Pat said

Would being with me be enough? Zahmen thought desperately, not having the nerve to say it outloud with the new discovery of Pat's heart desire. He knew of Sonnen's affections for him, but his eyes, his heart belongs strictly to Pat.

"My heart belongs to another. I wish she'd understand. I could never cross that line with you," Zahmen said, meaning every word, but meaning it in different ways than Pat understood.

"I know man, I know. Are you ever going to tell me about this mystery woman you are so gung ho for?" Pat asked trying to lighten the subject.

"It's not a woman," Zahmen said.

"Oh!" Pat said sounding surprised, but unoffended. "Sorry dude, I didn't mean to be so presumptuous..."

"It's you Pat. I love you," Zahmen blurted and instantly flushed, regretting his words.

Damn, damn and ******** damn! Zahmen thought and raked his fingers through his hair and sat down. He was about to make up a fall back, a joke, 'Ha ha. Just kidding man. had you going though didn't I?' when Pat spoke.

"M-me?" He asked, sounding shocked.

Truth or lies now. He could take it back.

"Y-yes. I dream about y-you Pat. I can't get you out of my mind," Zahmen stuttered, his heart racing fast enough to be painful. He looked idly down at his hand to notice it was shaking. He sat down on his living room futon.

"We need to talk about this man. I'll be down in a few," Pat said and hung up.

Zahmen didn't move a muscle. Pat lived in his building on the 12th floor. that's how they'd met. They'd run into each other in the laundry room one night and got to talking and eventually started hanging out.

Zahmen was on the 3rd floor. It'd take Pat a few minutes to get down here, but what then?

'We need to talk about this man. We need to talk. We need to talk.'

"What did I just do. What can of worms did I just crack open?" Zahmen said and finally dropped his cell and sank against the futon, his hands shaking.

Pat would be here any minute.

Any-

Knock knock.

Zahmen's eyes pinned themselves to the door, as he felt his pulse quicken uncomfortably. His stomach did nauseating flips, and he felt like he was somewhere else, someone else as he got up and answered the door.

There was Pat. He was still dressed in the same clothes he'd worn that night, a teeshirt and a pair of black jeans. He had a sixpack of beer with him.

The two stared at each other for a moment before Pat spoke.

"Can I come in?" He asked quietly. Zzahmen shook his head and stepped aside.

"Sure. Sorry," he said meekly as Pat came in.

He was so beautiful, it ached to look at him.

"I don't know what to say," Zahmen started as Pat set the beer down and approached him.

"Before this goes any further, can I do something first?" Pat asked. Zahmen tried to swallow his heart back down into his chest. It took him two tries to get the words out.

"O-of course," he said as Pat approached him. He put his hand delicately on the side of his face, and hesitantly leaned forward and gently brushed his lips against Zahmen's.

The two stared at each other in bewilderment, and Zahmen desperately fought the urge to lick his lips to he could taste that beautiful mouth again, desperate not to say or do anything to make Pat turn around and leave.

"I don't understand," Zahmen finally said.

"I lied about Sonnen. I was afraid of my feelings for you," Pat said quetly, and for the first time, Zahmen saw how nervous he was.

"Can you kiss me again?" The words tubled out of Zahmen's mouth before he could stop them. he was desperate. Anything to taste those lips again.

Pat stepped forward and kissed him again. This time there was no hesitance. There was passion and desire in that kiss, as thier mouths parted and their tongues flitted lightly against each other.

"I can't believe you're here," Zahmen finally said after they broke apart slightly.

"Neither can I," Pat said breathlessly.

That night, the two made love for the first time. That night, two hearts, not just two bodies became one.

The End.

I wasn't sure if you were going to kill me or not. Lol.

Why Neuneu? She's with Adam.

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gonk You have a way with words that makes me feel really awkward. xd

Am I doin' it right?

Ythan
Randumbness
Ani

YTHAN THE MIGHTY
Ythan the mighty viking warrior paced a thousand paces that night through the desert, naught to warm him but his mighty axe and amazing Norse beard, also a loincloth made of the skin of his enemies' sons.
"There is much raping and pillaging to be done!" Exclaimed the mighty man, bronze man-flesh a-ripple under the chill desert moon as he drank from a flask of his enemies' mothers' blood, the only nourishment a man as mighty as he required.
"Ho! A fire over the dunes? It will be much larger when I am through!" And he chortled a mighty chortle before flying into his barbarian rage (He still had two uses!), gaining ever more mighty strength as he burst into a charge.

'Round the fire sat a lovely young maiden of the Orient, wizard robes a-flowing, and her guardian, a hodgepodge collection of various parts, armed only with an eating utensil.
"Hark! Ready your spork, my minion, danger approaches!"

And so a great battle was joined, well, great for Ythan, who quickly disposed of the ill-equipped machination and turned to the maidenly wizard who was all a-swoon.

"Oh, mighty barbarian of lands afar, won't you replace the foolish creation as my guardian?"

Sadly Ythan had taken a few levels in Frenzied Beserker and was still in his frenzied state and the lass was horribly slaughtered.
THE END