Doubt Thou the Sun Doth Move
Deep into the dark, cold night. What a way to describe the scenery which so vividly is far worse than it could ever begin to sound. It does the situation no justice!—justice? Ha! There can never be enough done regardless of introduction! No, only can the very tears, the ripples in blood, the aches in every possible body part our hero—self-proclamation?—describe how gruesome the chamber was! Oh, his blood!—his poor lover's blood!—left in the hands of his wrong-doer, the one and only colleague that both our hero and his young love have put their faith in so many times before! The betrayal was nothing in comparison to what he did. The life of a beautiful, angel-faced boy was mercilessly taken, all in front of the man who never had the chance—the chance for so many words left unsaid… no one can ever bring the burst of life that he loved so dearly back. It'd be pathetic to say he was merely mourning. Petty mourning! What kind of a disgusting excuse for a word dare be said to him! He was suffocating—slowly his sanity spiraled into disillusioned madness, the deterioration of the fabric holding reality together was ripping, shredding!—why, oh why was it not him?—why, oh why—
"Are you quite finished?" exclaimed Lucian. Again, Flint and Aaron both turned to the ceiling, wondering what the Hell this man was talking to.
Oh, sorry Lucian. I just thought, y'know, wouldn't it be cool if we kinda psyched out the audience by leading them to believe that Flint killed Aaro—
"What audience?" he asked. Aaron tilted his head. "Audience? Like, 'People laughing whenever someone says 'master of my domain' on Seinfeld' kind of audience?" he asked, his eyes glittering with a genuine innocence that only he can possess.
Flint rolled his eyes, finally taking his finger out of his nose. "God, first you start talking to the ceiling, now you're trying to convince Tweedle Dum over there that there really is a magic invisible voice in the sky!"
For your information, a voice can't be magical or invisible! It is merely something that can be heard. A voice can be bodiless, faceless, ominous, or if someone is suffering from some form of schizophrenia, you could also here voices—
Lucian held up his hand to silence the voice. "You needn't point out the obvious. It's not like he can hear you anyways. Besides, as slow as he is, I doubt he would even grasp the concept of you're trying to teach him." he said courtly to the voice in the sky.
Flint shot Lucian a glare. "Hey! I'm smart! Well, smarter than that goober Aaron, that's for sure!" he protested, putting his feet up on the coffee table.
…Wait, when did the coffee table get there?
"MISSING THE POINT, DEAR!" Lucian shouted to the ceiling, shaking his fist. Aaron blushed lightly and his expression fell. "Dear? Are you talking to a…girl?" he asked broken-heartedly. Lucian retracted his fist and rested his arm on Aaron's shoulder. "No, Aaron. Well, not really… it could be a woman. I don't know." He replied.
And I'm missing the point…
Lucian shook his head. "Oh! The voice is right… Flint, before we get sidetracked further, I'd appreciate if you'd explain what you wanted to see Aaron for." The Psychic Elite said sternly, his hand gripping onto Aaron's shoulder firmly.
Yeah, Flint.
The Fire Elite smiled maliciously. "Oh, yes. Well, about that, I have a little problem to solve with him. You see, Aaron, I have a bone to pick with you." Flint raised his arms to his chest, rolled his hands into fists, and cracked his knuckles. "I hope everyone is ok with me wanting to address this, so don't blame me if something you don't like happens."
Factor three, everyone!
"Don't blame you? Like, 'You're seen for what you really are, it's time you realized if you feel you're finally going gray' kind of?" Aaron asked innocently.
Whoever can recite the next four lines, I'll shave your back for you. I'm serious.
"That's disturbing." Lucian whispered to the voice.
"Oh, no, Aaron. I wanted to ask you if you remember yesterday at around ten in the morning. Remember? We were all at the dining room, and Bertha had just made us brunch?" Flint asked sweetly, his knuckles cracking very loudly.
I remember that! Mmm, cheese omelet and crispy bacon…
Lucian's stomach growled.
Aaron smiled nostalgically. "Mmm, of course I do! Cheese omelet and crispy bacon, yummy!" he jumped.
Oh, yeah, Lucian, I definitely approve.
Flint chuckled, "Well, so I guess you remember what happened when she walked in with our plates, right, kiddo?" he moved over to Aaron's side, hand petting his head. Lucian's hand on the green-haired boy's shoulder twitched slightly; how DARE he touch HIS lovely little Aaron!
Aaron tilted his head in Lucian's direction, his gorgeous green eyes looking into Lucian's violet eyes curiously. "Uhh…umm…I uhh…" the boy was at a loss.
Flint's smile turned into a bitter expression, his eyebrows arched high, and eyes that looked like they could blast out laser beams. "Here, maybe THIS may jog your memory!" he moved his hand to Aaron's cowlick and yanked hard. So hard even Lucian heard the hairs being ripped right out of the boy's head—or perhaps it was his neck popping due to the rough jerk.
"AAAHH! FLINT, STOP IT! YOU'RE HURTING ME!" Aaron cried, the tears cascading back down his face with a vengeance. Lucian saw what this monster was doing to his dove-eyed sweetheart—it struck daggers in his heart. He immediately removed his hand from Aaron's shoulder and onto Flint's wrist, digging his nails in his skin.
IF I HAD A MOUTH, I'D BE SHOVING POPCORN DOWN IT! ANYONE ELSE WANNA PLAY MORTAL KOMBAT?
"You little faggot! You weren't paying attention, as usual, to anything, so when you decided to get up and go be a good little ass-kiss and help out Bertha, you took one plate and tripped on your own shoe which doesn't even have laces and dropped a plate right on the back of my head!" Flint shouted. He pulled on Aaron's cowlick harder. "AHH! AHH, FLINT! STOP PLEASE!" He shouted. His tears seeped onto Lucian's arm, making the older man snap.
Dude, you are so screwed right now.
"Let…go…of…MY…AARON!" Lucian exclaimed, putting on arm over Aaron's head, wrapping his hand on the base of his cowlick, then with the hand on Flint's wrist, he pulled back with all his might, digging his nails deeper into his skin, almost drawing blood.
Flint let go of his cowlick, Lucian then releasing him. Flint jumped out of his seat and rammed into Lucian, pushing him back harshly. The older man lost balance trying to stand straight, falling back down. Flint took the opportunity to grab Aaron again by his hair then position him in a headlock. "Oh, and it doesn't stop there, you little fag! All the little bits of broken china got stuck in my hair so badly that there was no other way to take it out… resulting in THE BACK HALF OF MY HEAD MISSING!" Flint shouted, constricting his muscles around Aaron's neck.
What the Hell is he talking abou—woah-oh, woah-oh AAAHHHH! HE'S BALD! OH GOD, YOU'RE SO UGLY!
Lucian looked at the ceiling questionably. "What in the wor—oh…" Lucian saw what Flint meant from the view he currently had. The back of his head had a huge bald spot, which was a very unattractive picture. It was a train-wreak: don't look…don't look…don't look…shit, I'm staring, aren't I?
"…Ack…Lucia—ack…" Aaron wheezed. His pretty porcelain skin was now a pale blue, and Flint's arm just squeezed harder around his taut neck.
Lucian, get up! You're boyfriend's dying over there!
The elder Elite gasped; he's not my boyfriend yet, he thought to himself before pouncing back on his feet and running back around Flint, where he wove his hand into the top of Flint's afro, pulling back roughly.
"Let go of my precious little dove, or I will pull you down and drag the rest of your head into the fireplace," Lucian said civilly. Flint's eyes widened. He reluctantly let go of the boy, his body flopping down on the floor. "My dove!" Lucian gasped, pushing Flint back carelessly to tend to the youngest Elite.
He needs mouth-to-mouth, Lucian! I heard it works best when you put a little tongue in it!
Lucian's face flushed dark red. "How can you hear; you don't even have ears!"
You're missing the point, hon.
Lucian let out a low growl. Gasp… Aaron finally caught his breath, his face now back to its beautiful porcelain coloration. "Lucian…" he whispered. The lavender-haired man lowered his head down to Aaron's level. "My darling, are you alright? Oh, my sweet Aaron, my dearest…" Aaron smiled weakly, bringing his arms up around Lucian's neck. "I'm ok. You saved me." the youngest Elite giggled lightly, softly pushing his arms down on Lucian's neck, bringing him closer to his face.
"There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you, Aaron. My sweet, adorable little love." Their eyes were locked on each other's. They exchanged breaths, their hearts being the only sound in one another's ears. Lucian shifted over Aaron, lying on top of the younger boy. One hand trailed down to Aaron's waist, the other cupping his cheek. "I love you." Lucian whispered.
Aww, this is so cute! No one make a sound, we don't wanna ruin the moment!
Aaron's eyes fluttered shut, puckering his lips readily. Lucian tilted slightly and closed his eyes, and kissed his darling delicately. This was it, he thought. Everything in the world had lost meaning. Yet somewhere inside him, there was a reason. A bright, shining reason—his motivation for waking up every day and putting up with Flint's crap, Cynthia's dim-wittedness, and trainer's attitudes. This motivation was called "Aaron", and he was madly in love with his reason. The kiss slowly became more passionate, their soft lips meshing in time with every movement. Lucian's tongue found itself probing Aaron's, tantalizing the younger Elite into a hormone-controlled paralysis. Mmm, some motivation needed, my dove?, the Psychic Elite thought. He bit onto Aaron's lower lip gently, causing him to gasp aloud.
"Ohhh…" the boy moaned, allowing his tongue to dive into Lucian's mouth, swirling with his wildly. The exchanging of more than just heat was a lot for the younger Elite to take in. But he wanted to feel Lucian this way, and many more ways later. Their tongue twisted around each other's, Aaron expelling small moans here and there.
Hot damn. If I had a gender, and that gender was 'male', well, you know…
Lucian broke the kiss, leaving a trail of saliva in between the two.
—this is awesome…
Out of breath, Aaron opened his eyes and stared into Lucian's endearingly. "I love you, too, Lucian." The boy whispered dazedly. The two embraced, Lucian feeling a completeness never felt before, and Aaron feeling what a teenage boy would normally feel after such an experience.
"Ugh, get a room! Ewwwwwwwww!" Flint spat. He covered his eyes at the scene, turning away.
"Oh, but this is a room. So I believe Aaron and I have a nice place to play in." Lucian remarked seductively. He got on his knees, straddling Aaron. The younger boy blushed madly. "Lucian…" he purred, brushing his knee against his superior's inner thigh. "Ah… well, now…" Lucian dove his head down to Aaron's neck. "Ohhh, Lucian!"
Flint gagged. "EY! KEEP IT PG-13, PLEASE! GAHHH, THIS IS SOOO GROSS!" a multitude of rhythmic, smacking, wet sounds accompanied by Aaron's..um..other sounds filled the room, giving Flint some rather nightmarish images.
If only I were a person! I would so video tape this!
In the middle of a rather passionate almost-sex, the door clicked open.
"Helloooooooo, my wonderful friends!" Cynthia cheered, spinning on her heel, closing the door behind her. She giggled a little before stopping to catch Lucian over Aaron, the younger Elite in a position whose description is going to be left unsaid for it is definitely not safe for work, and Flint cowering in a corner.
The three Elites looked at her, an awkward silence filling the room. The only sound in the air was the fire crackling in the fireplace…
NO! Go away! You don't belong in this story!
Cynthia whipped around. "What? Who said that?" she cried.
Lucian gasped in response. "YOU CAN HEAR IT, TOO?"
"I'VE HAD IT WITH YOU CRAZY MOFOS TALKING TO THE CEILING!" Flint shouted.
"SEE, SEE? I'M NOT CRAZY! SHE HEARS IT, TOO!" Lucian raved, letting his hand go of… Aaron…
Oh, crap! She's onto me!
"Oh my God, it talked to me again!" the blond girl slapped her hands on the sides of her face.
"I can't hear anything! You people are nuts! Nuts I say! NUTS!" Flint yelled.
"It knows we can hear it! It knows everything! IT KNOWS!" Lucian raved on, then proceeded to do certain oral honors to his little lover.
"Ahn! I—ah!—can't hear anything, guys! Mmph, but I—gasp!—really—gasp!—don't—gasp!—CAAAAAAAAARRRRRREEE!" Aaron completely threw the fact that his new lover was a raging loon out the window, and decided it was best to just ignore everyone.
"I knew the new surround sound equipment was faulty! I'm complaining!" Cynthia stomped her foot on the ground, promptly leaving the den fuming about money well-wasted.
"Wait for me!" Flint shouted. He ran after Cynthia, shutting the den door.
"I KNEW IT! I KNEW THE VOICE WAS HERE! IT CAN BE HEARD! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OHHHHHHH, AARON! CELEBRATE WITH ME AS I PENETRAITE YOU MADLY!" Lucian had officially snapped (not really, he's still sane, just gloating a little too much), and proceeded to just hit a home-run with Aaron.
"Oh, my life roooooooooooooooooocks!" Aaron shouted.
I'll leave these two to their privacy. Well, I'm just glad I was of assistance in Lucian's complications! Good bye, everyone! Who knows, perhaps I'll be back again one day!
~The End (of Lucian and Aaron's chapters)~
THERE'S STILL ONE MORE LEFT. SO WAIT PATIENTLY, OR I'LL SHOOT YOUR MATH TEACHER!