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"The TRUE GENIUS shudders at incompleteness - and usually prefers SILENCE to saying something which is not everything it should be."

Edgar Allan Poe; famous poet.


"He's your friend."

"My friend?" I wrinkle my nose in disgust, not caring if the other boy next to me saw me do it or not. I wanted him to know that I didn't like him or approve of him at all. He was bizarre. And though the man was being all friendly, I sure as hell wasn't going to give it back.

The office we were in was vast, empty, and deserted, devoid of any curious eyes. I was glad for that; all the kids here bugged me to no extent. What I wasn't glad for was that this old guy, Roger, was trying to convince me that this kid was once my friend before I got to this God-forsaken nut house of children. Of course, I was a child, too. But only in a physical sense. Everyone here was so immature. And they were supposed to be smart…?

The paisley carpets bothered my eyes. I had to blink several times to even begin to adjust to their too-busy pattern. The thick, velvet shades were drawn nearly shut, letting in little to no light at all. It was dark and gloomy. It was like a dungeon. The most light came from a small green desk lamp that stained Roger's face a sickly green, making his ancient face look more miserable than it already did. I was prepared to tell him that, too.

"Yes, Mello. He's your friend. Remember?" he told me.

I crossed my arms tightly across my chest. There they went with that name Mello again… "He's shit to me. I don't care about him. I don't want friends."

"Now, Mello," said Roger, adjusting his glasses. "Watch that mouth of yours, hear me?"

"I'm not fucking deaf, old man," I retorted, proceeding to stick my tongue out at the boy.

He was just so… odd.

Unbelievably pale, wearing nothing but those white pajamas and white socks, a finger twirling around a lock of that silver hair like he was nervous. Was silver even a normal hair color? Well, not if you're old. But this… kid. He was less then a year younger than I. He was really skinny, but not awkward about it. Other than his horrible posture… Couldn't he stand up straight? I was sure he couldn't have scoliosis, because they made you wear those back brace things, right? And what was with those eyes? They were so empty. It was like he was completely incapable of displaying emotion. Did he not feel emotion…?

Damn, he filled me with so many questions. Most of which I had no idea how to even begin how to answer… It pissed me off. Just thinking about it now made my blood boil. I didn't like not knowing things, and this boy… He made me so confused!

His gaze was fixed on the floor in front of him, as if he refused to make eye contact with me. I wasn't ugly, so what was his problem? Shy? I was actually afraid of what would happen if I made eye contact with him, like he was some kind of Medusa.

I would've never made friends with a boy like that.

"You… you don't remember him?" asked Roger curiously. He brought a hand to his chin and started to rub it thoughtfully. "I wonder… Do you--"

"No one cares, okay?!" I exclaimed loudly. "And I sure as hell don't care about this fucking kid, I don't want anything to do with him! Stop trying to make me have friends that I don't want!" My hands were clenched in fists by now, my nails digging into my palms roughly. I knew this place was a huge step up from the old Catholic place, and I sure as hell didn't want to go back there (even if they let me), but this was just flat-out stupid. "And no," I added almost silently, "I don't remember him… Whatever that's supposed to mean." With that said, I turned around and started walking back to my new bedroom (that was--thankfully--bigger than a box).

"Wait," came a soft voice. It was quiet, but filled with a gentle authority.

I stopped.

There was a long pause, and no one said a thing.

"Thanks."

"You're crazy."

I continued out of the shadowy chamber-like office and into the hallway with but one simple question rolling through my mind: Just who exactly was that and why was I supposed to remember him? You can't remember someone you've never met. I didn't know what the hell they were talking about. Nonsense, I know, but still…

I didn't know, and I didn't care.

I hated him.


I stepped into my shower and shut the door behind me with nothing but remorse.

I wished that I'd been able to see what happened… But there was no use crying over it now.

I mean, my first time, having sex with a guy-- with a guy!-- and I missed it!? C'mon… I let out a pissed groan against the water splashing on my face and dipped my head forward to let it rain over my whole head.

But was it the first time we'd done something? I thought back to yesterday morning when Matt had said something around the lines of "You didn't used to," about me freaking out about seeing his cock. What had he meant? I wanted to know so bad. I needed to know if I was going to keep doing these kinds of things with him.

I tried to remember it; anything, anything from the night before. The last thing that I remembered, unfortunately, was me telling him that I was going to fuck his brains out and him begging me to. Did he really want it that bad…? I had started to question everything that I thought that I knew now. Was it really that good? Did I like it?

I wanted to distract myself from it, since trying to remember was only pissing me off and stressing me out. But what I began to think of only pissed me off more than this.

Near.

Couldn't even stay out of my thoughts, stay out of my dreams, flashbacks, whatever you want to call them. I had been friends with him once. I had practically raised him, since his mother was a complete druggie and couldn't raise him properly. And then I remembered that his father couldn't raise him either… and that wasn't because he wasn't able to. It was because he was murdered. And he had to watch. Of course, I had to find that out on my own from the cops when they came in my house to tell my mother and "father." No one told the child anything like that. It was always, "Your friend's parents are on a long vacation," or, "They're moving far, far away." That was all the cops told me, and I had to sneak my way around and hear what they said. And I was never shocked at all.

That always makes me feel the tiniest bit of sympathy toward him, but I always swallowed it right away. It was engulfed completely by my level of hatred toward him. Sure, he'd lived in a nice house when he was young, but it didn't mean his life was perfect.

I hated having been friends with him. I wouldn't exactly call it friends, but still… I guess he was my only friend as a kid, you know. For that I had to thank him, but for all I gave him, he had to thank me.

And he did. I just didn't know it at the time.

Something interrupted my thoughts then. Someone opened the shower door and stepped in. Someone? Who else? It was Matt. He was completely naked (as everyone usually is when they shower) and stood right next to me in the huge space in the water.

"Hey," he said.

I found myself nearly cowering as close to the wall as I could get. It didn't really matter, I'd already seen him-- violated him, penetrated him, ravaged him-- but it was still so new to me. I didn't remember shit! So it was like starting all over again.

I looked him up and down. His hair was now a dark brown under the running water and strands stuck to his forehead and the back of his neck. Water ran down his bare body and I followed the drops with my eyes, downward, downward, until I saw his dick. The darkness of the bedroom earlier hadn't deceived me. He was, in fact, packing some serious stimulus down there. I felt my eyes widen and I snapped my head up. "Um… Hey," I said, still managing to sound a bit laid back, but of course Matt, my best friend, realized the difference right away. He furrowed his brow and looked over to me.

"What's wrong?" he asked. I tried to avoid looking at him, but I couldn't help it. I turned my head and looked at his face, but, of course, I couldn't hold that gaze for long. My eyes traveled to his neck, and I saw the apparent hickies and bite marks there, along with the matching ones on his stomach and hips. There were even some next to the area between his legs. It was unnerving to think that I bit him all over, and hard, too. They were already a reddish-purple color. "Do you… do you regret it already?" He looked down and let the water shower over his head.

"No," I said truthfully. How could I regret something like that? And something that I couldn't remember, too? "I don't regret it."

"Oh, okay," he said, not sounding convinced. "Mello," he added, "I really…"

"Really what? Spit it out," I demanded.

He picked up the bottle of shampoo off of a shelf and poured some in his hand and started to wash his hair. "I really like you."

I waited until he had finished rinsing the bubbles out of his hair until I replied, "I really like you too."

"Yeah, but… I'm sorry for wanting to do that last night, you know." He sighed. "I mean, we only met up the day before. We're basically… I don't even know. Strangers?" He picked up the body wash and started lathering himself up. "It's pretty obvious that you've changed, I know I've changed, so we should get to know each other again, right?"

"Yeah, but about last night, it was basically me, right?" I said. "I mean, I fucked you up." I eyed the bite marks again.

He let out a laugh--a genuine laugh, one that's not forced or choked to get out-- and started rinsing off. "No way! I fucked you."

"What!?" I shouted in total disbelief. It was the only single word that I could get out at the moment, and nothing else seem to fit quite right. Cursing him out wouldn't be very smart, I thought, considering he was my only chance for my whole situation here.

"I completely dominate."

"Then why does your ass hurt!?" I questioned, shocked as hell.

"Because, Mells, ah ha ha… We both took it, Mells." He laughed again and added, "Just because you take it doesn't make you the little innocent one, you know. You took it, too. Damn."

I must've been gawking, because all of the comebacks and retorts that I had built up felt like they were just pouring out of me by the second.

"But…" I blinked a few times. "My ass doesn't hurt."

"Yeah, wonder why, huh? I mean, it's not like I'm tiny or anything... And you would know."

"And the bite marks?" I asked.

"Heh. Just another fetish…" Matt finished and left the shower, grabbing a towel and whistling. "Oh, and Mello? Do you think you can drive me somewhere later? To pick up my car? It has all my shit in it."

"S-sure…"

I stood under the water for minutes on end, just… thinking. And… what the fuck?

Matt was the dominant one!?


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