resonance: a phenomenon that occurs when the frequency of a force applied to a system matches the natural frequency of vibration of the system, resulting in a large amplitude of vibration

-Inertia-

Gamzee Makara was like no other client.

It seemed as if all the Makaras were sweet in their own sense, and very much wrapped up in their own ideas of love. Both father and son had fallen hard, for people who were either unattainable or missing. Their fantasies always ended up with a certain Nitram, whose make-up and high heels would come off at the crack of dawn. The freedom of the nightlife was always a blessing, but sometimes he just couldn't get away fast enough.

Dealing with the family had only left Tavros(Rufio?) aching and broken, despite all the love(love?) they had given him the night before. While the older Makara had insisted on taking things slow and keeping the interaction sweet, Gamzee had assumed that passion and dominance would get him attention.

Each had rose colored glasses on-trying to escape the harsh reality of dawn along with the realization of their missing lover.

He would leave before the make-up could smear or they could get a good look at him. Sometimes he didn't even recognize himself in the mirror, he certainly wasn't Rufio Nitram- but Tavros would never do something so degrading? It was confusing, the fact that right now he was neither Tavros nor Rufio, he simply was a bag of flesh and blood, bones and tendons adjusting to be able to support himself-to walk away from both Nitrams. Sometimes he wondered what how the Makaras woke up, did they worry about him? Did they assume he was alright and that he made it to whatever place he called a home?

Tavros Nitram loved them both.

No matter who it was it was easy to think they loved him. Every client comes to find him, even sometimes remembering certain likes in order to score more points. Gifts came and money followed, all for simply a night in bed. It was these times where he would zone out, not even feel anything during the time between the sheets. He was always on the outside looking in, never to feel the true grasp of love.

Everyone fell for the mysterious and alluring beauty of the night, the wild and intoxicating Rufio Nitram(as opposed to Rufioh). No one would love Tavros Nitram though-he was certain that Gamzee was merely going through a phase, that once someone else caught his attention he would be tossed out.

Tavros Nitram was aware that no one loved him.

Kurloz was notorious for sending him small gifts and flowers on the right days, also advancing his check days before their meetings. Other than that Kurloz was reserved, making sure to check in on his favorite beauty and how he was doing. He had seen right through the stolen identity- only because he knew the real Rufioh.

Regardless their relationship was respectful-but Tavros couldn't help but remember all the times the Makara visited the house, even though he had been very young his eyes never failed in seeing out the other man-envying his brother for being able to selfishly keep all Kurloz's love. It had been a shame, his brother had left behind so much-love, family, money-to this day Tavros still had no idea why exactly. (Perhaps it had something to do with Kurloz?)

Gamzee Makara, he was very different in his approach. He seemed to want something more-sometimes purchasing him for the night yet never laying a finger on him. His gestures were often romantic and sweet; Gamzee was lost in a different world entirely. It was scary the first time Gamzee called him Tavros-nothing was revealed yet Tavros could only stand in the night shirt and flush-

Was this really Tavros Nitram? Or was it someone else entirely?

Whoever he was the lie came out as smooth as velvet, "So you got a crush on this Tavros person? Maybe I can do some roleplaying with you to make this more bearable." Gamzee sighed, kissing his neck and making sure to dip by his ear, his voice husky, "Yea, I'd really like that. For a prostitute you seem to like to get personal with me."

"I am not supposed to get personal with clients. It's a rule I have." Tavros tried to keep his voice steady, turning away and hoping not to have to change much from his costume-

"Well I'm sure you broke that rule already. I mean seriously, you fuck both me and my dad-It doesn't get more personal than that. Especially since my dad sends you stuff. I'd like to shower you with things too but you don't seem to ever want me..."

A frown settled on the Latino's lips, "Really? I don't think I'd like that. And I never receive gifts from your father. All I get is pay." Gamzee ignored the comment, instead ravishing his neck and becoming more primal by the minute, "Then play with me for a bit, you're now Tavros Nitram-innocent and beautiful; a true beauty to ever exist in nature. Be sweet and kind, a stutter will get you extra pay."

"Fine." he rasped out, barely getting a grip on himself before trying not to fuck up.

The capricious boy continued to devour him, making sure to have a tight hold on his hips before grinding against him. Soon white daisies made their way to his hair and on the sheets, sticking to his sides and thighs. "Fuck, nngh! You look just like him-ahhh yea, oh god! Tav, baby~" he continued to buck, focusing on making his movements delicious and soul-shattering.

Tavros wanted to be back in his body.

It didn't make sense, and it wasn't fair-he could only push Gamzee away at work, whether it was night or day because such a thing as love would ruin him-

"I love you Tav!"

Tears were all Rufio(Tavros?) could give.

-Inertia-

"Are you sure you don't stay out late at night?"

The comment seemed to make the shy beauty freeze, holding his breath and tensing up into a rigid stance. Gamzee never understood why the boy was still trying to hide something, it was so painfully obvious that something was up. There was no way there could be anyone else that looked exactly like him, so he should give up the act-

"Okay...I'm not going to say this again...okay?" Tavros sighed and waved him over, frowning as a dark look came over his hazel eyes, his flush burning bright into his tanned cheeks. Gamzee fluidly leaned over, closing his eyes and wanting to enjoy their close vicinity, how his voice would soften and barely go above a whisper-

"You must have met my twin brother."

Gamzee's eyes shot open, he glanced up at Tavros incredulously, well-that would explain the near uncanny resemblance. His heart began to twist, he was misplacing his affections. He never intended to give them away to someone else, especially with how sad Rufio would look, obviously trying to find some sort of comfort from his horrid line of work.

"Look...I dropped out of school to work here, since my grandfather's medical bills are becoming too much. And my twin decided to sell his body, he makes more money in three hours then I do in a week. Finally my older brother..." Tavros pulled away, masking his eyes with his hand, creating a dark shadow over the bridge of his nose, one that dipped into his lovely cheeks, "He used to help out but he ran away. I miss him. I haven't seen him in so long."

All Gamzee wanted to do was scoop up Tavros in his arms, rock away all the bottled up tears and stress.

Soon it struck a nerve in him as well, how he flaunted him money often to Rufio and how horridly he would make him squirm and beg for a simple Benjamin. A scowl reached his lips, he wouldn't be able to look at himself in the mirror for awhile.

But he would continue to give them money-sex was a fair trade for three hundred dollars an hour, no? It's not like he can do much with the money anyways, it never really made him happy. All it brought were shallow friends and even shallower days of drugs and sex. Sex he couldn't even enjoy-there was nothing behind it. In fact it made him feel like nothing. The promises of love and devotion were not to him, they were to the corrupting greens in his pants.

"Ah..." he couldn't come up with anything to say. Tavros still held a grip on his composure though, fighting his way against tears and finally smiling sadly, "It's alright. You understand now, no? That'll be four dollars and thirteen cents."

Gamzee nodded, handing over a hundred and grasping his hand as they exchange goods, "Keep the change for yourself, okay?"

Tavros glowered at him, scrambling to return his change, "I don't want your pity. We're fine without your charity." Gamzee gave a bitter laugh, "No, you're living off my charity. Now take it before I decide to mail more money to your house." He spun on the ball of his foot, ignoring Tavros' cries of logic and common sense, smiling-

One day he would place his affections to Tavros, and he'd get Rufio to help.