Here We Go Again
By Ms. Kinnikufan
Disclaimer: I own none.
Note: This is a companion fic to "I Know".
Why am I here, knocking on Pumpinator's door for some company.
I don't love him. I know it's wrong to sleep with someone you don't love. I know it's wrong to sleep with Pumpinator, when my real intent is just to piss off Mars.
I think Pumpinator believes I'll fall in love with him if I keep sleeping with him. I wish it would happen, it would make things easier for everyone. But it doesn't. Pumpinator treats me at least ten times better then Mars, yet I find myself drawn to Mars.
God. I'm like one those stupid tramp on those bad talk shows.
It was pure and utter lust that drove me to Mars. I was an incredibly repressed virgin when I met Mars, and I thought he was the sexiest bloke I ever saw.
It was a revenge that led me to sleep with Pumpinator. Though it was not originally my intention to sleep with Pumpinator. I had caught Mars coming on to a visiting D.M.P er named Checkmate. That was before I caught on that Mars is not the most monogamous of chojins.
Mars and I had argued about it:
"Mars, why the hell were you flirting with that...that child!"
"C'mon Kev, it's not like he even understands double entendres. I don't think Sunshine even taught me how to read and write!
"Then the way you describes him really makes him a child! That makes you a pedophile!"
"WHAT! Kevin, I'm way above a pedophile! How dare you, how dare you accuse me of being something that...horrible!"
"Well, Mars I wouldn't be surprised if that's the next thing you did! You know what you are Mars! You're a slut. No wait, you're worse then a slut...you're a whore. You hear that! You're a WHORE!"
Mars paused, scratch his chin and replied "You say that like that's a bad thing.'"
I really lost it then, and ended up breaking a D.M.P. record for most obscene language screamed in a minute.
I wanted to bitch to someone about Mars, and Pumpinator seemed liked the right person. I'd heard he had some hostility towards Mars.
Little then I know the hostility was because he wanted my affection.
Pumpinator told them I deserved someone better. I liked what I was hearing.
He told that if he were Mars, he would never even think of looking at another man because he thought I was so wonderful.
I liked what I heard, and I ended up kissing him. One thing led to another, and that began the cycle: I get angry at Mars. I then go to Pumpinator's and sleep with him. I then leave before Pumpinator's awake. Pumpinator's self-worth decays a little more. Repeat as necessary.
Every time I do this, I tell myself this will be the last time. Every time it turns out that I'm just lying to myself.
He answers the door. He is still happy to see me. I wish you would slam the door in my face. I wish I just wouldn't go to your door.
Here we go again.