Character POV. Nasty In-Denial Duo. Het & Yaoi. 2xH, 1+2. Disclaimers apply.
Bastard
By Dark Sadistic Angel
Sometimes all it takes to get through life is a smile. Provided of course, you're provided with looks good enough to charm all those who meet you. And fuck you if you ain't blessed with looks. But let's say in the way of looks, I have no problem. I have both girls- and guys, chasing my sweet ass. Of course, looks really don't mean jack shit, nor does a smile actually when you're as fucked up as me inside both the mind and heart.
Hello, my name is Duo Maxwell. I'm a healthy, young rascal of a prick whom you'd probably love to be, or at least get banged up by. That's because you're probably one of those oh, so "normal" people who only see the surface me. Like my best pal Hirde. Behold, an ultra normal girl with guts, who is not only blessed with cuteness but a brain and an attitude to boot. Every straight, red blooded male is after her curvy butt. Not me though.
Why? I'm not straight. I'm crooked as. I'm butt-fucked in my preferences. Well, not literally. I'm still a butt-virgin because I'm hiding in the goddamn closet. It's a bit too dark in here for my comfort actually, but frankly I'm scared shitless to venture out of it. So tiring as it is, I gotta keep pretending to like fucking them girls to make sure my cover doesn't get blown. I can get it up. I can fuck them real good until they're practically sending me deaf with their screams, but I hate it how their claws scratch into my back. It hurts like blazes. Most of all, I really, really hate the fact that they're the ones who get multiply orgasms.
I've played the game, and I've pretty much been around the block with all the bitches in class, the easy and the hard to get ones. But there's only one classmate I have my eye on, but it's no touchies because this classmate is a cute, blue eye guy. I find myself hanging around way too often with him lately. Shit, I don't know why I'm lusting after him. He's a friggin' freak. Fucken moron doesn't even know how to string a proper sentence together. He simply grunts half the time. Why the hell am I dreaming about him grunting over the top of me? Oh. I know why. He does have the body of the perfect wet dream despite his lack of conversational skills.
Damn. It's his fault that I've grown too familiar with my warm, loving hand. In fact I've grown so familiar with it that everyday I'm compelled to check the palms of it for hair growth. It may be just a saying, but it's reassuring to make sure that hairs don't really grow on your palms after play. I'm a wanker, and not very proud of the fact. Come to think of it, I've really got nothing to be proud off. But I do have plenty of things to be ashamed of.
Like the fact I'm a user. I use people. I'm using Hirde pretty badly now. She's my current one-sided lover. One sided since I don't love her, and she does me. She doesn't know that though. Since we're sleeping and living together, I think she's got it in her head that we're gonna be together forever, heading towards a sunset that will never set. Heh. I have to laugh. I have to laugh hard because I know its nothing but horseshit. Go west...
My motto is; I run, I hide, but I never lie. This is the hiding part. It saves on the last part. Actually I'm considering changing my motto to; I run, I hide, but I haven't lied outright... yet. I'm sick of pussy footing around. Little half truths uttered really take a lot of you. One after the other, you get really use to dodging the big issue, that the work gets exhausting. Lying outright would be easier.
'Hirde...'
'Yes Duo, love?'
'....'
'Duo?'
'Hirde... We should break up. I don't think our relationship is working.'
She cried. I didn't. You can live a lie, but you can't lie to yourself. Bastard.
Fin.
DSA