The one thing real

Warning:slash, but nothing too graphic.

Diclaimer: I don't know who owns Dunes's characters, but definetely isn't us.

A/N: We don't know very much about Dune universe. We were watching Hallmark, and we saw those two petty boys in Dune II. So, if we actually see the others parts or we read the books, we may continue this pice of shit.

He used to think about it like the only real event on his life. He had loved Duncan. That wasen't writing in any prophecy.Just was. He wasen't the saviour, the Mua'dib back then. He was only Paul a young human boy discovering love and passion in the strong arms of his best friend. He was free then. He had been so happy. Not tied down by anything but his own desire. For the overwhelming and pleaseant and almoust painful longing for Duncan's soft body, for his gentle mouth. Was a good time, that time, when the only thing obsesing his mindwas the memory of whimpers and thrusts and moans in the dark, of furtive kisses in empty rooms, and counting impaciently the minuts until next time.

And then, everithing had ended in a minute. All was gone. His phater. His wold. His love. Good god, even himself. Therewas no more Paul. He was Moa'dib now. Whit no future in front of him, no free will, only an almoust unending number of prophecies, one after another, managing his existence.

Even this. A part of him, a little bit of the remains of Paul inside of him, was trembling with rage for the sacrilege that the actual events had mean to his pure memories. Another bit was amused, a little bit surprised by the evil of his enemies, and pleased by their habilities. That part was almoust permanently smirking and arms-crussed. And the rest of him, was only tired and sad. All parts, thought, were atching to see Duncan again.Only whit him he could be complete again. He sighned. How pathetic.That wasen't his Duncan. He was almoust glad of that, because he wasen't sure if he wanted his love seen him like he was now. But, he was going to see him again . And later...For the first time in a long time, nobody was there to said it to him. He was glad of that, too.