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*Rated M for Mature
Summary: What happens behind these two very different doors in Joey's life? These are two similar poems, one written for the past, one written for the present. Slight Puppyshipping.
Behind These Doors (Past)
Joey hesitantly opens the banged-up door to the apartment,
ever so cautious, creeps inside and pulls the black headphones off.
The chords of Three Days Grace vanish as the iPod suddenly pauses.
Joey sighs, silently closes the door and walks through the living room,
broken beer bottles and cigarette butts litter every available surface,
the smell of week-old trash and body odor smothers the air; Joey heads for the bedroom.
"Where you been, Mutt?"says a low, slurred voice. Joey turns to face the sound.
A heavy-set balding man staggers toward Joey, his clenched fist collides with Joey's face.
"Dad! Stop!" Another brutal punch, face swells. "Stop! It hurts!" Joey's head snaps back,
collapses ungracefully on the coffee table, beer stains the floor from the fall.
The table shatters. Fierce kicks plunge into Joey's ribs rhythmically,
his drunken rage echoes off the peeling walls. "You were supposed to be home by seven!"
Joey's knees instantly retract, curls into a trembling ball, gasps, and sobs uncontrollably.
"Please stop! Sorry I'm late! I was at a friend's house, working on a project for school!"
"Like hell you were you little bastard!" He bellows as he rips Joey's punk style t-shirt
and GAP jeans from the now battered body. Panic seizes Joey and whimpers.
Joey's father poises at the virgin entrance. He thrusts into him with the force of a jackhammer,
a strangled scream, like a wounded animal, erupts from Joey's raw throat,
body burns and throbs from the pain. His father finally withdraws and wobbles
into the kitchen for another beer. Joey cries brokenly at the filthiness,
blood runs down bruised thighs, senses succumbing to the swirling darkness.
Behind These Doors (Present)
Joey unfalteringly opens the elaborate doors to the mansion,
ever so hasty, darts inside and pulls the black headphones off.
The chords of Three Days Grace vanish as the iPod suddenly pauses.
Joey smiles, loudly closes the door and runs through the living room,
video game cases and DVDs litter every available surface,
the smell of cinnamon and honey overpowers the air; Joey heads for the bedroom.
"Where have you been, Puppy?"says a low, deep voice. Joey turns to face the sound.
A tall, handsome brunet steps toward Joey, his soft fingers stroke Joey's face as he kisses him.
"Seto! More!" Another passionate kiss, face warms. "More! Please!" Joey's body falls back,
collapses gracefully on the bed, pillows fall to the floor from their descent.
The bed bounces. Tender lips ravage Joey's neck lovingly,
his gentle moans echo off the blue walls. "I want you so badly, Puppy!"
Joey's knees instantly part, turns into a sexy bottom, groans, and moans uncontrollably.
"Please more! I want more! Give it to me Seto! Dragon!"
"I'll give you what you want!" He bellows as he removes Joey's punk style t-shirt
and GAP jeans from the now aroused body. Excitement seizes Joey and whimpers.
Seto poises at the prepared entrance. He thrusts into Joey with controlled force,
a delighted scream, like a satisfied lover, erupts from Joey's raw throat,
body burns and throbs from the pleasure. Seto finally withdraws and collapses
in exhaustion. Joey sighs contentedly from the lovemaking,
hands run down smooth thighs, senses succumbing to the peaceful darkness.
End