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So do you?

September 8th, 2013 (07:48 pm)

"Hey, Louis? Wait for me!"
"No, I won't."
"Hey, Louis! Do you like me?"
"Why do you keep asking me that all the time?"
"Because I like to hear it?"
"Well, what if I suddenly stop liking you and am forced to tell you, just because you won't leave me alone?"
"I'll throw myself out of the window."
Louis chuckling to himself, shaking his head slightly. "You're impossible."
"But you do like me?"
"Not when you're being like this. Don't beg, Damien. You're better than that; don't ever beg anyone."

Little Joys

September 3rd, 2013 (11:13 am)

"I bought a pan today." A proud, if somewhat embarrassed, admission.
"You what?" Clear disbelief seeping through Damien's velvety voice.
"You don't believe me, do you?"
"Well, show me, then," his tone doubtful still.

Louis' frame vanished through the kitchen doorway, only to return a moment later, showing off the utensil in question from every angle possible.

"You bought a pan!"
him beaming, laughing aloud, flashing that newly found cocky grin of his.

Someone Told Me

July 21st, 2013 (12:38 am)

You seem to be cheerful and kind, but deeply inside you are cruel. Just like the Middle Ages.
It made me stop and think hard.



June 7th, 2013 (12:53 am)

I step up, coil his semi-long hair around my fingers, and yank his head down, hard, before stealing a kiss.
It's all just a whim, really.


Without You I'm Nothing

May 3rd, 2013 (12:14 am)

"I wish I would die like this one day, kissing you. I don't think I would mind it all that much, then."
"Don't you say that."
"I'm old and worn out, Louis. Like butter scraped over too much bread."
"Well, I could be your petrol? If you'd have me, that is."
"I'd love that."
"Okay. That's good."
"Is there quite enough of you, though?

Running Up that Hill

January 7th, 2013 (08:33 am)

"Any last wish?"
I got out of bed and made a step or two, stretching out my arms instead.
And you, you gave me that silly old smile of yours.
"The one to kill me, I want it to be you," sighing oh so deeply.

Now tell me, which of us is it that has a morbid sense of humour?

I feel pretty.

November 2nd, 2012 (01:14 pm)

I feel stunning
And entrancing,
Feel like running and dancing for joy,
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!



I've got a mental image of us.

September 20th, 2012 (10:40 pm)

It's the middle of the night, and we sneak into the library, holding hands, trying not to bump into anything in the darkness.
It makes me smile, your warmth; maybe even your presence itself.
And then we begin to dance ever so slowly, going around and around and around for all the eternity.
There's no music, but neither is there loneliness.

And all is fair in love.


The Second Week

July 21st, 2012 (08:32 pm)

"What was that about?"
"It was my brother. I think he wants to beat you up." Louis crawling onto the bed, completely oblivious of Damien's curious expression.
"But you have no brother."
"So what? You shouldn't have got me pregnant in the first place," in the most self-evident tone ever; the boy making himself comfortable some more under his blanket.

"Let's just have some fun together, Damien. I don't want to live like this anymore. I mean... The Earth is going to fall into the Sun one of these days."
"So they say. Only it was the other way around."
"As thought that matters. I've heard vampires burn well."
"That thing about burning well. That one's for witches."
"Well, whatever. You get the drift, don't you? So let's just have fun before that."
"Okay, I want... I want to live with you."
"You do?"
"Mm-hm. I want to live with you in a house on a cliff."
"Could it be a cottage?" With a hint of childish excitement.
"Yeah. If you wanted it to."
"With a thatched roof?"
"Well... I do know this guy," after a pause. "Guess I could get it arranged. ...if I tried hard enough."
A fit of happy laughter came in response, followed by Louis', "Oh do, Damien, please do!"

The First Week

July 1st, 2012 (12:31 pm)

"Read to me, Damien."
"Well, I could read you, you know." This made Louis laugh.
"Of course. And then we'd spend the day trying to un-glue from each other again."
"You'd mind that? I mean, it sounds like a sensible hobby to me..."
Now they could either make love or read something from Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn. I'm not too sure myself.

Louis had to smile at the warmth of Damien's lips, so apparent in comparison with the cold cable that managed to sneak in between them.
All the while Otis Redding went on wooing him, his For Your Precious Love suddenly very real inside Louis' headphones.

"...oh my God."
"Well, just don't soil the car."
"It's my car, you ass."
"And my ass, you dick."
A short fit of laughter, one more messy kiss, and then we both started trying  to turn ourselves human again.

"Make some room."
"...and anyway, since when do we have a tub? I've always used that while here." A vague gesture in the general direction of the shower.
"Right. Well, Louis, this is Bathtub. Bathtub, this is Louis. Try to get along."
"You're such an ass, you know."
"Oh yes, do. This one brings memories. Today especially, I mean."
A brief pause followed by, "Oh, ouch- Stop beating me. Now."

An unusual sight, Louis wearing only his denim shorts, flipping through pages of some magazine or other, made Damien stop in his tracks.
"So what?" A badly concealed irritation accusing him of staring. Or maybe the boy didn't even try.
"It looks good."
"I-I mean racy. ...racy's good, right?"
For a moment he thought he could cut himself on the gaze Louis was giving him.
"Look, if I drooled any more over you, we'd be sitting in a puddle of saliva. Man! Do be reasonable, will you?"
There was some meaningful silence, and then Louis shrieking, howling, laughing oh so much as Damien'd unleashed his tickling attack on him.

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