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I have started the new (and last) story for the series Monkey Love! So if you wish, go read that.
The kiss was brutal and far from knowing the word 'soft' or even 'gentle'. Then again, one would assume it was a natural way to kiss for Monty Fiske was no fluff monkey. His tongue darted out, forcing the other male's mouth to open or be pried open. His teeth gnashed cruelly against his, cutting the gums of Ron. Blood entered the kiss, making its appearance as a third wheel.
When Monkey Fist pulled away for the much needed oxygen, he glanced at DNAmy who still stood near the door frozen. There was a thin trail of crimson liquid down the corner of his mouth which obviously was not his but that of his 'lovers'. His dark blue eyes full of annoyance eyed the lady near by, wondering what she would do.
Her fair skin was not pale, therefore she would not faint. Her eyes were big, as a normal reaction to such fairy love, but showed no signs of rolling back in shock. Her thin mouth that could blow mountains away like tumbleweed made an 'o' shape but no screams escaped. All in all, she looked…frozen.
Finally, at long last, she reacted.
"…HOT!" She screeched in a tone so high that one would be amazed at how glass stayed intact. Both men had to quickly cover their ears less they be deafened by such an unexpected blow.
"What?!" Monty sounded like a fool when he exclaimed. The first part was longer than the second part when nearly shouted, his eyes matching the wideness of the delighted Amy's. Ron just blinked, barely understanding what had just happened and what was to happen.
Bouncing on her heels like a child at Christmas desiring to rip apart the pretty wrappers and see her presents, Amy clapped her hands furiously. Oh how her heart must be working double, if not triple, from this sliver of excitement! "I knew it!" She called out as though declaring land to Spain. "I knew it! This is exactly why you never found me interesting!"
Both males looked at each other, one thought clearly running through their mind; how could she stand to declare reality when there was a false excuse, yet not when there was a real one? She decided to admit that he wasn't into her because he was 'gay' but when he was straight, she insisted they were about to walk down the aisle! Amazing, this woman was!
"Huh?!" Ron finally voiced his confusion despite it being one word of simplicity.
Amy continued to beam as though she just figured out who Jack the Ripper was. "You're gay, Montykins! Well, no matter; even if I can't have you, that makes you ten times hotter now!" A giggle similar to a schoolgirls left her lips, making Ron shudder. Something was just not right about this woman; it was like she lived in her own little world.
Then again, is that such a bad thing? To want to escape reality and its harshness, to slip away from the cruelty of life just for a while, is that so bad? He wanted to escape the fact that his once best friend turned on him as well as his family simply because he longed for what he himself was. Was Amy really that bad after all?
Before he could think another thought, DNAmy stopped bouncing. "I have to go tell Duff and Drakken! Oohh! I'll tell Shego as well! Bye Montykins!" And like that, much to their astonishment, she was gone.
"…What…was that all about?" Ron shook off his surprise very slowly. Although he was a bit slow at times, he was not ignorant; he knew very well what 'that' was about but wanted to be sure. Not only that but sitting next to a quiet Monkey Fist while being naked in bed stirred certain…tender feelings which frightened him.
"That was what girls really think about gay men." He mumbled half distracted as he stood up. "You should get to bed…Ill bring you breakfast tomorrow." He shook his head, hoping to clear his thoughts.
Licking his lips, the blond nodded and slid under the covers fully. The door hadn't even closed fully before he found himself thrown into the dreamland his unconscious mind made up.
Hands were all over his body. They were cold and rough, weathered through decades of fighting. However, the skin that was not exposed to those wondering hands remained heated as though lying over a fire. In an odd way, it was a relief for those hands to douse him with a chilled feeling.
His eyes traveled around his surroundings but surprisingly all he saw was a black abyss. What was that? Did his eyes dare trick him? Or was he indeed seeing sparkles of star dust float around him? He rubbed his eyes, unsure if he was seeing things despite it being a dream.
However, when he pulled his fists away, he felt an almost unbearable cold sensation on his left hand second to last finger. When he let his eyes travel to it, he felt frozen. Something glittered…something sparkled in the non existing light around him. When examined upon closer, he gasped; it was a golden band! A ring!
When he looked up, he saw a monkey floating above him. It was a mere baby, innocent and young. When he reached out, its mouth grew wide which bared its sharp teeth. It sunk its teeth into his arm and when he screamed, he…
"What happened?!" Monkey Fist all but slid into the room, looking around the room as though expecting pink elephants to attack him. Ronald's screams had alerted him since he was in mid-doze behind the one-way mirror.
Ron lay there, feeling a thin unpleasant coat of sweat on his body. He looked around and then spotted Monty. At this, he then glanced down at his finger and felt relieved that he didn't see a ring. What was that about anyway?
"…I dreamt I was being swallowed up by the school's mystery meat." It wasn't a complete lie. Once he actually did dream it…he couldn't sleep the rest of the night either.
"You paused before you spoke." His blue eyes became gray like a morning after a hurricane. "You're lying, Stoppable." As if the DNAmy thing wasn't enough to set him off, this just added on.
The door was closed now.
Ron sat up and rest his back on the wall. "…I'm not."
"You just did it again!" Monty stomped his foot, looking similar to a monkey throwing a tantrum. The young blond man hesitated then decided not to say anything for that would be just another lie.
"What…was…the…dream…about?" With every word he spoke, Fiske took a step closer. His teeth didn't even seem to part when he spoke, filtering the air in a sense.
Trying to remain calm, Ron stayed still although his heart did not. "It…it's nothing." He really needed to work on lying. Still, something about Monty just…
Suddenly fingers wrapped around his neck, tightening enough to cause the gasp of shock barely audible. His hand impulsively grabbed the wrist of one monkey obsessed man. He felt his breath brush against his ear, sending chills down his spine. "Tell me." As though he had an after thought, he added, "Or else."
"It…" He stopped, jumping to feel his other hand rest on his thigh. Instead of gripping it harshly like it did around his neck, it was…gentle almost. It traveled up his thigh an inch, making his eyes widen. The blood left his face and headed south. "…I had a ring on my finger and there was a monkey who bit me!"
Just like that, all contact, despite it being rough yet welcomed, went away.
Monkey Fist gazed at the blushing young lad, noticing the red silk blanket pitching a tent. His fingers, the very same one that had moments ago brushed against Ron's flesh, rubbed his chin. "Hmm…I wonder…"
Next chapter: Monty is now determined to figure out what the dreams mean and if they are connected to the "power" he now possesses completely. So…road trip!
