We Dance in Misery
Disclaimer: The disclaimer from Chapter One goes for all chapters. By the way, the people in here have the same first names as those of AFI, but to you let you know, IT'S NOT MEANT TO BE THEM! okay?! I DON'T OWN AFI...nor do I know them, and I mean no disrespect to them. The characters in this story are LOOSELY based on them, alright? Do you have that clear?????
Chapter Two
~~Begin Chapter~~
Davey was not a tall man, nor short, but medium sized. He stood at a 5'7", and had hazle-brown eyes surrounded by black eyeliner. He had a pale face, and a pierced lip, making him stand out in the crowd. He had no facial hair, and his hair was cut short in spikes, with a single lock on his bangs on this right side of his face that went down to his chin. He stayed out at night mainly with his friends, who all had strange hair-cuts like him, though not just like his. Many people were afraid of him for his "wild" looks. He merely shrugged off all the snide comments men and women made to him.
Davey waited by a light pole on the corner of a street in montmarte, he looked around, he was dressed in his finest suit for his friends told him that they were going somewhere semi-formal, and Davey always wanted to look his best to show respect. Finally, his friend, Jade, walked up.
"Hi, Davey," Jade said. Davey nodded. Jade had one of the strangest hairstyles that anyone in the Montmarte area and beyond had ever seen. His hair was generaly brown, except for the middle, where he had dyed it blonde, like a blonde mohawk, a hairstyle WAAAAY before its time. He had side burns that took the forms of an "L". "Sorry I'm a bit late, how long have you been waiting?"
"You're not late, I'm early," Davey smiled. His eyes crinkled cutely when he smiled, making him all the more handsome. "Where's Hunter and Adam?"
"They're at the place already, c'mon Davey, let's go, it's time you loosened up for once, you've spent so much time writing and painting in your studio, and worrying about art centers and art shows, you've not had the time to just kick back and relax!" Jade said as he grabbed Davey's arm and dragged him away.
"What do you mean?" Davey laughed. "I'm just fine! Why are you wasting my time like this, Jade? Why go to a party when I can work on what I love?"
"You need to mingle," Jade said. "You need...I know what you need, and that's exactly why I brought you here tonight!"
Jade took out a blindfold and blindfolded Davey. Davey immediately stood frozen, "What're you doing, Jade?"
"Don't worry, just take my hands," Jade grabbed Davey's hands. "Follow me, don't worry, I won't let you trip."
Davey followed Jade closely and steadily. He heard a faint beat of music, he cocked his head to the side to hear it better. "What is that?" Davey asked.
"Sh, don't worry about it," Jade said smiling. He stepped on the curb, "Step up."
Davey took a step and continued to follow Jade. Jade talked to someone else and slipped them some Francs then grabbed Davey's outstretched hands again and lead him through some doors. He then made Davey go in front of him, through a huge crowd of wild cheering men.
Davey hesitated, shouting back to Jade, "Jade where are we? Take this off of me now!"
Jade shook his head and said, "No, not yet, Davey! Just walk where I steer you, don't worry!"
Davey sighed and walked where Jade steered him. They walked up some steps and finally Davey was seated at a booth. Jade took off the blind fold, and Davey's sense of sight was flooded with light, and his ears (that were partially covered by the blindfold) were drowned in pounding music and singing. He saw women dancing and rubbing against each other, inanimate objects, or just themselves.
"What is this place?!" Davey yelled. He saw Hunter and Adam sitting next to him, arm in arm. Hunter and Adam were the only homosexual men that Davey knew, and he wondered why they were here at this place.
"This, my friend, is the Moulin Rouge!" Adam said holding up his drink. He brought it down to Hunter, "Drink?"
"Thanks," Hunter smiled as Adam let Hunter take the drink. Hunter was a tall man, but Adam was taller at six foot and Hunter only at 5'10". Hunter had blue-green eyes, and short brown hair, which he spiked often, but not tonight. He had a semi-muscular body, but finely toned arm muscles. Adam was skinny, but still somewhat muscular. He had blue eyes, and nearly black hair that he kept back.
Davey looked at Jade who sat across from him, "Why'd you bring me here?"
"Like I said you need to kick back and relax!" Jade said.
"I didn't think you relaxed like this! And you know I don't like this!" Davey said.
Jade leaned over to him, "I didn't bring you here for the women, mate."
"What?"
Jade pointed to the stage as the lights dimmed and a man stood on stage, alone, in a blue light. Automatically, Davey was entranced.
"Like the shadow in the light,
I dissappate, discarnate
A whisp of smoke that feels
feels nothing
I discarnate, dissappate
I'm nothing
I'm nowhere
I'm no one at all
but leave me a tip
and I'll be your whore
Like the shadow in the light
I'll evaporate
Leave no trace, you'll never know
except the memory
but that'll fade, just like me
and leave you only feeling good"
The man sang, he had no real tune to go with the song, but in a way, it was entrancing. Davey stared at him, his eyes full of emotion towards the man, who's eyes held only hurt.
Jade looked at Davey then his two other friends, they nodded and he nodded. Jade slipped out of the booth quietly.
The man on the stage continued his performance which got a bit more jazzy as he danced around, looking a bit like a fool, but an entrancing fool.
"He dances...in misery," Davey said. Hunter and Adam didn't hear him, they were too caught up in each other. Davey continued to look at the man.
***
Jade met with the pimp, Zidler in another booth. "Bonjour, monsieur Zidler, I'm Jade Workshaw, I have an interest in one of your whores..."
***
Davey walked out of the Moulin Rouge, his friends not far behind. Adam and Hunter walked off their own way, arm in arm, whispering little sweet things in each other's ears as Davey and Jade walked off, just in silence.
Jade fiddled around with his matches. Striking one light and blowing it out, and then again, and again. Davey cocked a thin eyebrow at his best friend, "What're you doing?"
"Uh, nothing..." Jade said as he put his matches away.
"What's wrong with you, Jade? First you take me to that place where I swore I'd never go to, and then you're fiddling around with your matches, something you don't do unless you're hiding something...What're you hiding?" Davey asked.
"Nothing!" Jade said putting his arms up. "Search me, I hide nothing!"
"Sure, Jade, whatever you say," Davey continued walking.
"You liked him didn't you?"
"Who?"
"You know who."
"no. I don't know him, how could I answer?"
"His looks, you liked them?"
"Why does it matter?"
"Oh, don't bother to deny it, Davey, I know you are! You're as much of a homosexual as Oscar Wilde!" Jade said laughing a bit. Davey shook his head.
"No, I'm not!" Davey said.
"Yes you are...admit it! I've seen how you look at passing men, and I've seen how envious you are of Adam and Hunter. You never have any interest in any women, Davey, just admit it, I've known it for a while now."
Davey sighed, "Fine, fine, so I have some homosexual tendancies. Don't tell anyone, please. Gossip travels too fast, and my mother already knows about Adam and Hunter; and she fears and begs me not to be around them least I should be like them. She'd be devestated if she knew...Father knows...In fact, I've been this way for a long time, Father always knew, he never said anything to me because of it. But at least he didn't tell Mother."
Jade put a comforting arm around his best friend, "Don't worry, Davey, I won't tell anyone. It's allright, it's hard to spot what you really are when you're around your mother, all proper like a gentleman such as your father. But you can't live that lie all the time around your mother. She'll find out, but I swear to God, it won't be by me."
"Thanks, Jade," Davey said. Jade patted him on the back.
"Now, I take me leave, you should go straight to bed, mister," Jade said smiling. He walked down another street to his own apartment. Davey sighed, Jade was definately hiding something. Davey just shook his head and walked back to his own apartment.
He reached for his key and put his other hand on the doorknob, twisting it a bit like he always did before unlocking it, and to his surprise, it was open. Davey stepped inside cautiously, then drew the door to a light close before walking into his room silently, barely breathing, he held his fist at his sides. He looked around...it was completely dark, there didn't seemed to be anyone here. He sighed and turned around, "AAH!"
Davey yelped as he jumped back from the blue-green eyes that met him when he had turned around. The figure walked into the room, and closed the door, he bent down and starts to stroked Davey's face. Davey wanted to move from the touch, but it was so tender, he stayed.
Taking this as consent, the figure continued to rub Davey's cheek as its other hand made its way on Davey's leg. Davey then jumped back.
"What the hell! Who are you?" Davey yelled.
"You paid for me didn't you? I'm just here to work," the figure said. It was a man.
"Who are you?" Davey fumbled around in the darkness for a candle and a match. His apartment had not yet installed electricity.
"It doesn't matter, you'll have forgotten me by morning," he said. "just like a fading dream, and fading drawing..."
"A drawing stays in the mind forever," Davey said. He finally found the candle and match, he drew a flame and lit the candle. He turned to find that it was the performing man from the Moulin Rouge who was standing in his room. "You..."
He stepped back, not knowing what Davey was going to do. "I'll leave, you'll have your money back...but..."
"but, what?"
"But it'll be out of my skin Zidler'll make up for it..." he covered his mouth. "I shouldn't have said that..."
"No...No, sit down, sit." Davey said getting up. The man sat. "Tell me your name."
"Christian."
"Christian...that's a beautiful name. It's a nice name."
"Thanks..."
"Christian, why are you doing this?"
"I have to..."
"Christian, tell me why. A real reason."
"I can't, I can't. Can't I just fuck you, and get it over with? Then you can forget about me, and I'll continue with business."
"Is that all anyone is to you?" Davey said angrily. "Fine then, fine! Just fuck me and get it over with! If that's just the very life you only want to lead!"
Christian pulled Davey onto the bed, putting Davey in shock, he hadn't expected that. Christian kissed Davey on the lips fiercly, seeking no entrance untill Davey opensed his mouth, and Christian's tongue delved in, exploring the new mouth. Davey moaned in the kiss.
Christian's hand worked frantically to unbutton Davey's shirt, and his pants. Davey helped get them off, finally, Christian trailed kisses down Davey's neck and chest, pausing as he stared in awe at the tatoos that covered Davey's arms and body. They were mainly of ghosts, and dark cloaked figures, there were daggers, and a large dragon on his sides, with "chaos" spelt on his chest. There were faint scars, but Christian didn't notice them. He kissed along the dragons and the daggers, he trailed across the navel and the down to Davey's throbbing member. He lightly flicked his tongue over Davey's tip, licking up the pre-cum.
Davey moaned agained.
Davey's eyes snapped opened and he gasped in shock as he felt Christian's mouth wholly take in Davey's member. Christian's head bobbed and he met Davey's light thrusts.
Davey's hands entwined in Christian's damp dark hair as he moaned again. He felt himself about to come, he tried to warn Christian, "C-Chris-tian...I'm gunna..."
Christian knew what was going to happen, and he took on all of Davey's seed. He licked it off of his lips, and swallowed it all, remember what Zilder told him: "Good bitches swallow."
"I'm a good bitch..." Christian muttered. Davey looked down at him.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Come here."
"I should go."
"No, Christian, why do you do this?"
"You enjoyed it didn't you? I left you feeling a little better, right?"
"Well...yes."
"There you go, I have to go."
"Why?"
"I have to, that's all! I do my job and I'm gone."
Davey couldn't think of anything to say. He had just gotten the best blowjob (though it may not be labeled that at the time...o.o) by the most beautiful man he had ever met in his life. He didn't want him to go now.
Davey grabbed his pants and put them on and grabbed Christian, "Christian, you don't have to go."
"Yes, I do, or Zider'll get mad." Christian said.
"Here, take this at least," Davey handed him a new better shirt than what Christian wore, which was worn and stained in blood and semen.
"No..."
"Take it, please," Davey said, putting the shirt in Christian's hands.
Christian nodded. "You might never get it back. I doubt we'll see each other again."
"I don't care if we did, you can keep it."
Christian nodded, "Thanks."
With that Christian left back to the Moulin Rouge, hoping he had not gone over time.
~~End Chapter~~
Short, short, yeah yeah, but what'd you think? Honestly, this isn't the first lemon I ever wrote. To be quite honest, I wrote my first one on an AFI fanfiction that I co-wrote with my friend from the Church of Havok. I'm writing another story with her, but I think that we should be cutting back on that, I recieved a revelation of showing more respect to Lord Havok.
Anyway, so uhm...what'd you think? Review, please.
Thanks, Rosemarie-ouhisama, you gave great advice!
~Jester
Disclaimer: The disclaimer from Chapter One goes for all chapters. By the way, the people in here have the same first names as those of AFI, but to you let you know, IT'S NOT MEANT TO BE THEM! okay?! I DON'T OWN AFI...nor do I know them, and I mean no disrespect to them. The characters in this story are LOOSELY based on them, alright? Do you have that clear?????
Chapter Two
~~Begin Chapter~~
Davey was not a tall man, nor short, but medium sized. He stood at a 5'7", and had hazle-brown eyes surrounded by black eyeliner. He had a pale face, and a pierced lip, making him stand out in the crowd. He had no facial hair, and his hair was cut short in spikes, with a single lock on his bangs on this right side of his face that went down to his chin. He stayed out at night mainly with his friends, who all had strange hair-cuts like him, though not just like his. Many people were afraid of him for his "wild" looks. He merely shrugged off all the snide comments men and women made to him.
Davey waited by a light pole on the corner of a street in montmarte, he looked around, he was dressed in his finest suit for his friends told him that they were going somewhere semi-formal, and Davey always wanted to look his best to show respect. Finally, his friend, Jade, walked up.
"Hi, Davey," Jade said. Davey nodded. Jade had one of the strangest hairstyles that anyone in the Montmarte area and beyond had ever seen. His hair was generaly brown, except for the middle, where he had dyed it blonde, like a blonde mohawk, a hairstyle WAAAAY before its time. He had side burns that took the forms of an "L". "Sorry I'm a bit late, how long have you been waiting?"
"You're not late, I'm early," Davey smiled. His eyes crinkled cutely when he smiled, making him all the more handsome. "Where's Hunter and Adam?"
"They're at the place already, c'mon Davey, let's go, it's time you loosened up for once, you've spent so much time writing and painting in your studio, and worrying about art centers and art shows, you've not had the time to just kick back and relax!" Jade said as he grabbed Davey's arm and dragged him away.
"What do you mean?" Davey laughed. "I'm just fine! Why are you wasting my time like this, Jade? Why go to a party when I can work on what I love?"
"You need to mingle," Jade said. "You need...I know what you need, and that's exactly why I brought you here tonight!"
Jade took out a blindfold and blindfolded Davey. Davey immediately stood frozen, "What're you doing, Jade?"
"Don't worry, just take my hands," Jade grabbed Davey's hands. "Follow me, don't worry, I won't let you trip."
Davey followed Jade closely and steadily. He heard a faint beat of music, he cocked his head to the side to hear it better. "What is that?" Davey asked.
"Sh, don't worry about it," Jade said smiling. He stepped on the curb, "Step up."
Davey took a step and continued to follow Jade. Jade talked to someone else and slipped them some Francs then grabbed Davey's outstretched hands again and lead him through some doors. He then made Davey go in front of him, through a huge crowd of wild cheering men.
Davey hesitated, shouting back to Jade, "Jade where are we? Take this off of me now!"
Jade shook his head and said, "No, not yet, Davey! Just walk where I steer you, don't worry!"
Davey sighed and walked where Jade steered him. They walked up some steps and finally Davey was seated at a booth. Jade took off the blind fold, and Davey's sense of sight was flooded with light, and his ears (that were partially covered by the blindfold) were drowned in pounding music and singing. He saw women dancing and rubbing against each other, inanimate objects, or just themselves.
"What is this place?!" Davey yelled. He saw Hunter and Adam sitting next to him, arm in arm. Hunter and Adam were the only homosexual men that Davey knew, and he wondered why they were here at this place.
"This, my friend, is the Moulin Rouge!" Adam said holding up his drink. He brought it down to Hunter, "Drink?"
"Thanks," Hunter smiled as Adam let Hunter take the drink. Hunter was a tall man, but Adam was taller at six foot and Hunter only at 5'10". Hunter had blue-green eyes, and short brown hair, which he spiked often, but not tonight. He had a semi-muscular body, but finely toned arm muscles. Adam was skinny, but still somewhat muscular. He had blue eyes, and nearly black hair that he kept back.
Davey looked at Jade who sat across from him, "Why'd you bring me here?"
"Like I said you need to kick back and relax!" Jade said.
"I didn't think you relaxed like this! And you know I don't like this!" Davey said.
Jade leaned over to him, "I didn't bring you here for the women, mate."
"What?"
Jade pointed to the stage as the lights dimmed and a man stood on stage, alone, in a blue light. Automatically, Davey was entranced.
"Like the shadow in the light,
I dissappate, discarnate
A whisp of smoke that feels
feels nothing
I discarnate, dissappate
I'm nothing
I'm nowhere
I'm no one at all
but leave me a tip
and I'll be your whore
Like the shadow in the light
I'll evaporate
Leave no trace, you'll never know
except the memory
but that'll fade, just like me
and leave you only feeling good"
The man sang, he had no real tune to go with the song, but in a way, it was entrancing. Davey stared at him, his eyes full of emotion towards the man, who's eyes held only hurt.
Jade looked at Davey then his two other friends, they nodded and he nodded. Jade slipped out of the booth quietly.
The man on the stage continued his performance which got a bit more jazzy as he danced around, looking a bit like a fool, but an entrancing fool.
"He dances...in misery," Davey said. Hunter and Adam didn't hear him, they were too caught up in each other. Davey continued to look at the man.
***
Jade met with the pimp, Zidler in another booth. "Bonjour, monsieur Zidler, I'm Jade Workshaw, I have an interest in one of your whores..."
***
Davey walked out of the Moulin Rouge, his friends not far behind. Adam and Hunter walked off their own way, arm in arm, whispering little sweet things in each other's ears as Davey and Jade walked off, just in silence.
Jade fiddled around with his matches. Striking one light and blowing it out, and then again, and again. Davey cocked a thin eyebrow at his best friend, "What're you doing?"
"Uh, nothing..." Jade said as he put his matches away.
"What's wrong with you, Jade? First you take me to that place where I swore I'd never go to, and then you're fiddling around with your matches, something you don't do unless you're hiding something...What're you hiding?" Davey asked.
"Nothing!" Jade said putting his arms up. "Search me, I hide nothing!"
"Sure, Jade, whatever you say," Davey continued walking.
"You liked him didn't you?"
"Who?"
"You know who."
"no. I don't know him, how could I answer?"
"His looks, you liked them?"
"Why does it matter?"
"Oh, don't bother to deny it, Davey, I know you are! You're as much of a homosexual as Oscar Wilde!" Jade said laughing a bit. Davey shook his head.
"No, I'm not!" Davey said.
"Yes you are...admit it! I've seen how you look at passing men, and I've seen how envious you are of Adam and Hunter. You never have any interest in any women, Davey, just admit it, I've known it for a while now."
Davey sighed, "Fine, fine, so I have some homosexual tendancies. Don't tell anyone, please. Gossip travels too fast, and my mother already knows about Adam and Hunter; and she fears and begs me not to be around them least I should be like them. She'd be devestated if she knew...Father knows...In fact, I've been this way for a long time, Father always knew, he never said anything to me because of it. But at least he didn't tell Mother."
Jade put a comforting arm around his best friend, "Don't worry, Davey, I won't tell anyone. It's allright, it's hard to spot what you really are when you're around your mother, all proper like a gentleman such as your father. But you can't live that lie all the time around your mother. She'll find out, but I swear to God, it won't be by me."
"Thanks, Jade," Davey said. Jade patted him on the back.
"Now, I take me leave, you should go straight to bed, mister," Jade said smiling. He walked down another street to his own apartment. Davey sighed, Jade was definately hiding something. Davey just shook his head and walked back to his own apartment.
He reached for his key and put his other hand on the doorknob, twisting it a bit like he always did before unlocking it, and to his surprise, it was open. Davey stepped inside cautiously, then drew the door to a light close before walking into his room silently, barely breathing, he held his fist at his sides. He looked around...it was completely dark, there didn't seemed to be anyone here. He sighed and turned around, "AAH!"
Davey yelped as he jumped back from the blue-green eyes that met him when he had turned around. The figure walked into the room, and closed the door, he bent down and starts to stroked Davey's face. Davey wanted to move from the touch, but it was so tender, he stayed.
Taking this as consent, the figure continued to rub Davey's cheek as its other hand made its way on Davey's leg. Davey then jumped back.
"What the hell! Who are you?" Davey yelled.
"You paid for me didn't you? I'm just here to work," the figure said. It was a man.
"Who are you?" Davey fumbled around in the darkness for a candle and a match. His apartment had not yet installed electricity.
"It doesn't matter, you'll have forgotten me by morning," he said. "just like a fading dream, and fading drawing..."
"A drawing stays in the mind forever," Davey said. He finally found the candle and match, he drew a flame and lit the candle. He turned to find that it was the performing man from the Moulin Rouge who was standing in his room. "You..."
He stepped back, not knowing what Davey was going to do. "I'll leave, you'll have your money back...but..."
"but, what?"
"But it'll be out of my skin Zidler'll make up for it..." he covered his mouth. "I shouldn't have said that..."
"No...No, sit down, sit." Davey said getting up. The man sat. "Tell me your name."
"Christian."
"Christian...that's a beautiful name. It's a nice name."
"Thanks..."
"Christian, why are you doing this?"
"I have to..."
"Christian, tell me why. A real reason."
"I can't, I can't. Can't I just fuck you, and get it over with? Then you can forget about me, and I'll continue with business."
"Is that all anyone is to you?" Davey said angrily. "Fine then, fine! Just fuck me and get it over with! If that's just the very life you only want to lead!"
Christian pulled Davey onto the bed, putting Davey in shock, he hadn't expected that. Christian kissed Davey on the lips fiercly, seeking no entrance untill Davey opensed his mouth, and Christian's tongue delved in, exploring the new mouth. Davey moaned in the kiss.
Christian's hand worked frantically to unbutton Davey's shirt, and his pants. Davey helped get them off, finally, Christian trailed kisses down Davey's neck and chest, pausing as he stared in awe at the tatoos that covered Davey's arms and body. They were mainly of ghosts, and dark cloaked figures, there were daggers, and a large dragon on his sides, with "chaos" spelt on his chest. There were faint scars, but Christian didn't notice them. He kissed along the dragons and the daggers, he trailed across the navel and the down to Davey's throbbing member. He lightly flicked his tongue over Davey's tip, licking up the pre-cum.
Davey moaned agained.
Davey's eyes snapped opened and he gasped in shock as he felt Christian's mouth wholly take in Davey's member. Christian's head bobbed and he met Davey's light thrusts.
Davey's hands entwined in Christian's damp dark hair as he moaned again. He felt himself about to come, he tried to warn Christian, "C-Chris-tian...I'm gunna..."
Christian knew what was going to happen, and he took on all of Davey's seed. He licked it off of his lips, and swallowed it all, remember what Zilder told him: "Good bitches swallow."
"I'm a good bitch..." Christian muttered. Davey looked down at him.
"What?"
"Nothing."
"Come here."
"I should go."
"No, Christian, why do you do this?"
"You enjoyed it didn't you? I left you feeling a little better, right?"
"Well...yes."
"There you go, I have to go."
"Why?"
"I have to, that's all! I do my job and I'm gone."
Davey couldn't think of anything to say. He had just gotten the best blowjob (though it may not be labeled that at the time...o.o) by the most beautiful man he had ever met in his life. He didn't want him to go now.
Davey grabbed his pants and put them on and grabbed Christian, "Christian, you don't have to go."
"Yes, I do, or Zider'll get mad." Christian said.
"Here, take this at least," Davey handed him a new better shirt than what Christian wore, which was worn and stained in blood and semen.
"No..."
"Take it, please," Davey said, putting the shirt in Christian's hands.
Christian nodded. "You might never get it back. I doubt we'll see each other again."
"I don't care if we did, you can keep it."
Christian nodded, "Thanks."
With that Christian left back to the Moulin Rouge, hoping he had not gone over time.
~~End Chapter~~
Short, short, yeah yeah, but what'd you think? Honestly, this isn't the first lemon I ever wrote. To be quite honest, I wrote my first one on an AFI fanfiction that I co-wrote with my friend from the Church of Havok. I'm writing another story with her, but I think that we should be cutting back on that, I recieved a revelation of showing more respect to Lord Havok.
Anyway, so uhm...what'd you think? Review, please.
Thanks, Rosemarie-ouhisama, you gave great advice!
~Jester