REBELLION
WARNING - Slash (male-on-male sexual interaction, for the dumb ones), dark themes, suicidal content. Don't read if you're easily offended or simillar. And especially if you are grossed out by slash. I'm already tired of all this warning stuff.
DISCLAIMER - all belongs to J.K.Rowling, Warner Bros, etc. Nothing mine, I don't profit.
A/N - First thing's first. Thanks to EVERYONE who reviewed my first two fics!! And I mean EVERYONE!! If only you knew how happy I was!!! It's the best feeling in the world, to get such positive feedback!! Of course, it was a huge shock too, but a nice one!! So, please do the same thing again!! Oh, and to let ya know, if you want I can continue the first two too. I obey the wishes. So, if you'd like. And, of course, tell me what you think about this thing. I'm not really satisfied. It has too much of the word «they» and it's kinda crapy in my opinion. It was ment to be a lemon, but of course it didn't come out like that. Why the hell do I always write just angst things? Where the hell are my lemon muses when I need them?!. *storms off to find Mike and Dick*
P.S. The title of the chap is a line from «Phantom of the opera», punk-rock version, 'cors ;).
REBELLION
1 - Your spirit and my voice in one combined.
And it's all a mixture of colors, feelings, passion. And they're captured in it, the cage they made themselves. The one that's been building up for years, a seeming hatred that evolved (or maybe it's always been like that?.) to. Devotion and passion. Lust.
And they don't care if they hurt themselves in the process, or anyone else. They weren't careless
They were grabbing, kissing, touching, sucking, biting, so lustfuly and with such anxiety. This was so much more than anything else.
Crossing the line.
Breaking the rules.
Neglecting the consequences.
Suffering from the forbidden.
All that together was less painful, dangerous. All that was just - less.
They were far from free, happy, satisfied, far from any feeling close to it. They weren't pleased with the situation. Maybe because it was obsessing, occupying. Or maybe they were in a way too big denial. Admitting there are some feeling would be a sign of weakness or addiction. Neither one wanted that.
It would be a sign of weakness.
A sign of addiction.
A death contract.
Confession they are gay.
Confession they have feelings for eachother.
So they never came out. It had to be a secret. Don't ask me why. I am just here to tell you the story about two young men who let their feelings rule their life. They've lost themselves in eachother. If only they knew it will be their lost of freedom.
It was a death contract.
WARNING - Slash (male-on-male sexual interaction, for the dumb ones), dark themes, suicidal content. Don't read if you're easily offended or simillar. And especially if you are grossed out by slash. I'm already tired of all this warning stuff.
DISCLAIMER - all belongs to J.K.Rowling, Warner Bros, etc. Nothing mine, I don't profit.
A/N - First thing's first. Thanks to EVERYONE who reviewed my first two fics!! And I mean EVERYONE!! If only you knew how happy I was!!! It's the best feeling in the world, to get such positive feedback!! Of course, it was a huge shock too, but a nice one!! So, please do the same thing again!! Oh, and to let ya know, if you want I can continue the first two too. I obey the wishes. So, if you'd like. And, of course, tell me what you think about this thing. I'm not really satisfied. It has too much of the word «they» and it's kinda crapy in my opinion. It was ment to be a lemon, but of course it didn't come out like that. Why the hell do I always write just angst things? Where the hell are my lemon muses when I need them?!. *storms off to find Mike and Dick*
P.S. The title of the chap is a line from «Phantom of the opera», punk-rock version, 'cors ;).
REBELLION
1 - Your spirit and my voice in one combined.
And it's all a mixture of colors, feelings, passion. And they're captured in it, the cage they made themselves. The one that's been building up for years, a seeming hatred that evolved (or maybe it's always been like that?.) to. Devotion and passion. Lust.
And they don't care if they hurt themselves in the process, or anyone else. They weren't careless
They were grabbing, kissing, touching, sucking, biting, so lustfuly and with such anxiety. This was so much more than anything else.
Crossing the line.
Breaking the rules.
Neglecting the consequences.
Suffering from the forbidden.
All that together was less painful, dangerous. All that was just - less.
They were far from free, happy, satisfied, far from any feeling close to it. They weren't pleased with the situation. Maybe because it was obsessing, occupying. Or maybe they were in a way too big denial. Admitting there are some feeling would be a sign of weakness or addiction. Neither one wanted that.
It would be a sign of weakness.
A sign of addiction.
A death contract.
Confession they are gay.
Confession they have feelings for eachother.
So they never came out. It had to be a secret. Don't ask me why. I am just here to tell you the story about two young men who let their feelings rule their life. They've lost themselves in eachother. If only they knew it will be their lost of freedom.
It was a death contract.