Chapter 5: The Comeback
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I hear the sound of the ticking of clocks,
Come back and look for me
look for me when I am lost.
"Christian."
Night turns to day and I still have these questions, Who just could blame, shall I go forwards or backwards? And not since today and I still get no answers
"No." He didn't move, his head still resting on his arms, in his artificial darkness.
"Christian, get up."
"I said no. I don't want to."
"Please."
He lifted his head slightly so a lone eye, swirling with storms, could look out. The break of his fantasial reality to the actual reality left the world darker, as he saw the Duke kneeling in front of him. "Christian, get up."
He let both eyes out, "I said no, sir." Why in hell did I just call him sir...?
He felt the Duke's finger pushing the hair from his eyes, "Please?"
Christian's arms relaxed, lifting his head up more, "You really do love me, don't you?"
"I had to have a reason to send those letters, didn't I?" He finally put his arms to his side, resting back against the wall, tilting his head to the balcony. It was still night, maybe midnight or close-to by now. "Then why did you tell me I had consumption? Break all my hopes of a future, why don't you."
"I was only telling the truth. Now get up.", the Duke stood up, looking down at Christian.
Christian looked back up at him, but figured he'd get up, he'll probably pull his gun on me or something.
He got up dizzily, almost falling at first, newborn to reality. His legs were still wobbly as he supported himself on the wall with his elbows, "There... are you happy, n-now?"
The Duke didn't reply, just walked closer to him. Oh god... He stuck out his index finger to the left of Christian's face, waiting for his eyes to catch it, then his whole head. He moved it slowly to the other side until Christian's eyes were almost lined with his. He dropped the finger suddenly and caught Christian off-guard as he locked his lips with his.
Holy shit! He's kissing me! Christian's eyes didn't even blink, but could feel himself wanting to return each and every one. He relaxed his shoulders, his whole body even, and let his admirer have him. Back in love again- ah no no! No what the hell am I thinking!? He pushed away, walking sideways away from the wall, "Wha... what w-wa-was- was that for?"
The Duke only raised his eyebrow and smirked, "You were enjoying that..."
"No I wasn't!" Okay, maybe I was... MAYBE...
"You're lying." He still smirked, "You're just too scared to tell me the truth."
"Well, maybe I AM telling you the truth! Just... j-just don't do that again."
"What if I do, boy?"
"We...well... ah..." Christian began to wheeze, not able to speak his words as felt his breathing suddenly heavy, he clenched his chest, coughing wildly. He could feel the blood in his lungs, blocking his air, as he looked at the drop of red on his finger. He felt dizzy again and collapsed to his knees, trying to take in air as it got more and more of a trial. One of which, he didn't win. ~
What was left of his conscious mind, it sent a pleasing aroma from his nose to the rest of his body. Christian dazely woke up, watching the small bottle with his eyes, the little bottle the scent was coming from, clearing up his lungs. He distracted from the bottle, noticing he was sitting on the bed, and someone was sitting behind him, very close, but too tired to recognize. All of his clothes were taken off and in a neat pile at the foot of the bed, and suddenly he felt a finger run down his spine, and he bent his back forward, the incent of that bottle still made him woozy, and maybe a little high. Whatever it was, he didn't care. A rush of ecstacy from behind, as his eyes fluttered back into his head. He felt it again, resting his head on the person shoulder behind him, the Duke's hand grabbed Christian's as he heard Christian moan. And again he moved... and again... and again...
The voice is on the border line of love and lust. Whether he will find the
difference is only up to him.
"Christian."
Night turns to day and I still have these questions, Who just could blame, shall I go forwards or backwards? And not since today and I still get no answers
"No." He didn't move, his head still resting on his arms, in his artificial darkness.
"Christian, get up."
"I said no. I don't want to."
"Please."
He lifted his head slightly so a lone eye, swirling with storms, could look out. The break of his fantasial reality to the actual reality left the world darker, as he saw the Duke kneeling in front of him. "Christian, get up."
He let both eyes out, "I said no, sir." Why in hell did I just call him sir...?
He felt the Duke's finger pushing the hair from his eyes, "Please?"
Christian's arms relaxed, lifting his head up more, "You really do love me, don't you?"
"I had to have a reason to send those letters, didn't I?" He finally put his arms to his side, resting back against the wall, tilting his head to the balcony. It was still night, maybe midnight or close-to by now. "Then why did you tell me I had consumption? Break all my hopes of a future, why don't you."
"I was only telling the truth. Now get up.", the Duke stood up, looking down at Christian.
Christian looked back up at him, but figured he'd get up, he'll probably pull his gun on me or something.
He got up dizzily, almost falling at first, newborn to reality. His legs were still wobbly as he supported himself on the wall with his elbows, "There... are you happy, n-now?"
The Duke didn't reply, just walked closer to him. Oh god... He stuck out his index finger to the left of Christian's face, waiting for his eyes to catch it, then his whole head. He moved it slowly to the other side until Christian's eyes were almost lined with his. He dropped the finger suddenly and caught Christian off-guard as he locked his lips with his.
Holy shit! He's kissing me! Christian's eyes didn't even blink, but could feel himself wanting to return each and every one. He relaxed his shoulders, his whole body even, and let his admirer have him. Back in love again- ah no no! No what the hell am I thinking!? He pushed away, walking sideways away from the wall, "Wha... what w-wa-was- was that for?"
The Duke only raised his eyebrow and smirked, "You were enjoying that..."
"No I wasn't!" Okay, maybe I was... MAYBE...
"You're lying." He still smirked, "You're just too scared to tell me the truth."
"Well, maybe I AM telling you the truth! Just... j-just don't do that again."
"What if I do, boy?"
"We...well... ah..." Christian began to wheeze, not able to speak his words as felt his breathing suddenly heavy, he clenched his chest, coughing wildly. He could feel the blood in his lungs, blocking his air, as he looked at the drop of red on his finger. He felt dizzy again and collapsed to his knees, trying to take in air as it got more and more of a trial. One of which, he didn't win. ~
What was left of his conscious mind, it sent a pleasing aroma from his nose to the rest of his body. Christian dazely woke up, watching the small bottle with his eyes, the little bottle the scent was coming from, clearing up his lungs. He distracted from the bottle, noticing he was sitting on the bed, and someone was sitting behind him, very close, but too tired to recognize. All of his clothes were taken off and in a neat pile at the foot of the bed, and suddenly he felt a finger run down his spine, and he bent his back forward, the incent of that bottle still made him woozy, and maybe a little high. Whatever it was, he didn't care. A rush of ecstacy from behind, as his eyes fluttered back into his head. He felt it again, resting his head on the person shoulder behind him, the Duke's hand grabbed Christian's as he heard Christian moan. And again he moved... and again... and again...
The voice is on the border line of love and lust. Whether he will find the
difference is only up to him.