The Dream c-22-a
It had nearly screamed in frustration!
That.....little.....CHRISTIAN!!!!
Still, the cause was not lost....
It hadn't lived thousands of years for nothing.
Perhaps a bit more pressure.....
Yes...
If it had to break the boy's mind to avoid the punishment for failure....what of it?
Hmm...
The insane have no choices.
He could torture him for years...
It wouldn't be the desired out-come.
But not complete failure...
It wouldn't be ripped to pieces.
Again!
Said peices separated away from each other in what it thought of as the Holding Ewers....or jars(charmed enclosures that kept them from being able to reatch themselves) for years.
During some of these times it wondered if imortality was truely better than being able to......just ....die..
First he had to get Marco away from him...
Perhaps the one given charge of Jayeson...
Perfect, and, if the fool woke....and found them together...
Even better!
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Dylan lay there, too confused to think in more than bits and pieces.
The dream he'd had was.....had felt like...
This was too weird, too...vivid to be called a dream;his heartbeat sped up just thinking about it.
The church-bells had been so loud...and the sound of the crowd, first cheering, then jeering.
They were cheering the happy couple, and pelting them with birdseed(his Marco would never kill a bird with raw rice!) as they ran for the limo that would take them away on their honeymoon.
The adoring smile on Marco's face as he glanced up at his tall boyfriend turning to a slight grimace as the tiny seeds bounced off his face.
Noticing this, one of those long strong arms pulled him closer, shielding his face as they ran.
When they got there,the older boy stopped; stared down into that lovely glowing face for a moment before picking him up, spinning them round then gently depositing him in the back seat of the long shiny car with all the cans, boots, and streamers hanging from it's rear bumper.
Paige is of course among the happily cheering, seed-throwing crowd; her eyes dancing with joy and good wishes for them
as they speed off...
But the look in her eyes changes to something dark and...venomous when she looks back at a certin spot in the hedges...
She knows He is there.
That in spite of everything he just had to be there...see it....to believe things had really turned out this way.
Swallowing the burning lump in his throat, he whispers;
"Good luck....." but nothing more will come past that hot burning thing in his throat.
Not that name....
Dylan tries to wash it away with a gulp from the half empty rum bottle clenched in one shaking fist, but that burns even more.
He can almost pretend that this is the cause for the tears now running down his unshaven cheeks......
Walking away...
So dark.
Dylan drags himself from the bed, flicks the light-switch.
Nothing.
He can still hear bells ringing in his head; probably the beginning of another hang-over.
Stumbling down the hall-way; people from last-nights' party scattered around the living-room...Carlos grabbing him, rum flowing into his mouth as the still partying boy kisses him...pushing him away...stumbling through the semi-dark apartment.
Back in their bathroom....trying the light-switch...
Nothing.
The bells....louder, but jangling not instead of their usual beautiful pealing.
Marco's smile as he looks up at Jayeson...
The laughter and cheers of the crowd.
Somehow they have spotted him walking away through the churchyard...
They are suddenly all around him, pointing and laughing...jeering.
"Stupid selfish jerk!"
"Just couldn't keep in your pants, could you?!"
"Creep!"
Even his own sister.
"How could you say you loved him...how could you be so....heartless!?!"
And of course Ellie...
"Stupid 'Dumb jock'!"
He's walking, stumbling through them...no one tries to touch him, all of them recoiling if he gets too close.
Everything's soo dark round the edges, like he's walking through a tunnel....almost.
Like...walking through the woods with a weak flashlight on a moonless night, where only what's right in the beam is clear.
Turning to see Marco outside Carlos' bedroom.....the look on his face.
He had to have heard them laughing and joking about how they'd fooled him with that 'drunken-passing-out' act.
Carlos teasing Dylan about getting him back for the way he'd stroked him to hardness as he carried him to the apartment.
Why'd have to open the door....to see?
That look...
His eyes, those beautiful eyes opening so wide with shock('something wrong here' his mind tries to tell him)....pain/hurt/anger chasing each other across that lovely face...
Marco smiling up at Jayeson.....turning to look right at him(something about these eyes...his heart tries to tell him)as the tall boy lifts him into his arms before they get into the limoto leave.
Dylan flinches, his gut dropping again at these memories.
He presses his clenched fists to his head, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Stop!" he tries to yell, but his tongue doesn't want to cooperate; the word comming out thick...muffled.
Marco's face....smiling up at Jayeson.
"no!" a choked mumble instead of the scream that might release some of the pain.
Loud jeering laughter.
"Dylan?"
It's Marco's voice, hurt and puzzled.
"Dylan!"
The darkness getting thicker as he turns towards the sound.
"Why Dylan? Did you think I'd take that too?"
A mocking smirk on the face he still loves more than any other....but...
The eyes are....wrong.
Even through this pain that is killing what's left of his heart, holding him locked, pinned here, unable to think past it that manages to register.
Marco's eyes aren't that yellowy/green somehow...muddy color.
Still, Dylan tries to reach him, so he can...explain...beg..something/anything, though he doesn't know if he'll be able to force anything past this choking pain.
"It doesn't matter... I'm with Jayeson now!"
Marco taunts grinning as he holds his hand out; showing him Jayeson's ring gleaming there.
"No! Mmm...arr..ca..co!"
Struggling, Dylan tries to make his mouth obey him.
"HE loves me!" Marco says, turning away, closing the door with an angry slam.
Dylan gets ther, yanks the door open...
'Where did this hall full of doors come from?' he wonders still hearing mocking laughter, unable to tell where it is comming from.
"Mmm..arrr...co!"
Dylan is still trying to scream, but his tongue seems to be unable to get the messages his brain is fighting to send; responding so slowly that the word almost makes no sense.
Comming back into the bedroom, Marco hears the thick muttering.
Having no idea what his love is dreaming, he smiles as he gets back into bed, begins to curl his body round Dylan.
Dylan's eyes fly open.
HIs body feels the way it does when he's been sleeping in one position too long; his racing mind jerks to a halt at how slow and even his breathing seems.
He wants to leap up...run awat from....what he has just woke up from...?
But he is too afraid to move...to find out who's arm is round him.
More bells.
This time itn is only the front door-bell!
A sigh from behind him, the arm round him tightens for a second then moves away.
"Great, now what!?" Marco mumbles.
Theres more(in very angry sounding Italian!) as he heads out of the room to answer it.
In a calmer...less confused state, he might feel sorry for whoever it is!
Now, his eyes close in relief.
The sensation that washes through Dylan is so strong, he couldn't have moved if he'd wanted to!
That.....little.....CHRISTIAN!!!!
Still, the cause was not lost....
It hadn't lived thousands of years for nothing.
Perhaps a bit more pressure.....
Yes...
If it had to break the boy's mind to avoid the punishment for failure....what of it?
Hmm...
The insane have no choices.
He could torture him for years...
It wouldn't be the desired out-come.
But not complete failure...
It wouldn't be ripped to pieces.
Again!
Said peices separated away from each other in what it thought of as the Holding Ewers....or jars(charmed enclosures that kept them from being able to reatch themselves) for years.
During some of these times it wondered if imortality was truely better than being able to......just ....die..
First he had to get Marco away from him...
Perhaps the one given charge of Jayeson...
Perfect, and, if the fool woke....and found them together...
Even better!
X
X
X
x
Dylan lay there, too confused to think in more than bits and pieces.
The dream he'd had was.....had felt like...
This was too weird, too...vivid to be called a dream;his heartbeat sped up just thinking about it.
The church-bells had been so loud...and the sound of the crowd, first cheering, then jeering.
They were cheering the happy couple, and pelting them with birdseed(his Marco would never kill a bird with raw rice!) as they ran for the limo that would take them away on their honeymoon.
The adoring smile on Marco's face as he glanced up at his tall boyfriend turning to a slight grimace as the tiny seeds bounced off his face.
Noticing this, one of those long strong arms pulled him closer, shielding his face as they ran.
When they got there,the older boy stopped; stared down into that lovely glowing face for a moment before picking him up, spinning them round then gently depositing him in the back seat of the long shiny car with all the cans, boots, and streamers hanging from it's rear bumper.
Paige is of course among the happily cheering, seed-throwing crowd; her eyes dancing with joy and good wishes for them
as they speed off...
But the look in her eyes changes to something dark and...venomous when she looks back at a certin spot in the hedges...
She knows He is there.
That in spite of everything he just had to be there...see it....to believe things had really turned out this way.
Swallowing the burning lump in his throat, he whispers;
"Good luck....." but nothing more will come past that hot burning thing in his throat.
Not that name....
Dylan tries to wash it away with a gulp from the half empty rum bottle clenched in one shaking fist, but that burns even more.
He can almost pretend that this is the cause for the tears now running down his unshaven cheeks......
Walking away...
So dark.
Dylan drags himself from the bed, flicks the light-switch.
Nothing.
He can still hear bells ringing in his head; probably the beginning of another hang-over.
Stumbling down the hall-way; people from last-nights' party scattered around the living-room...Carlos grabbing him, rum flowing into his mouth as the still partying boy kisses him...pushing him away...stumbling through the semi-dark apartment.
Back in their bathroom....trying the light-switch...
Nothing.
The bells....louder, but jangling not instead of their usual beautiful pealing.
Marco's smile as he looks up at Jayeson...
The laughter and cheers of the crowd.
Somehow they have spotted him walking away through the churchyard...
They are suddenly all around him, pointing and laughing...jeering.
"Stupid selfish jerk!"
"Just couldn't keep in your pants, could you?!"
"Creep!"
Even his own sister.
"How could you say you loved him...how could you be so....heartless!?!"
And of course Ellie...
"Stupid 'Dumb jock'!"
He's walking, stumbling through them...no one tries to touch him, all of them recoiling if he gets too close.
Everything's soo dark round the edges, like he's walking through a tunnel....almost.
Like...walking through the woods with a weak flashlight on a moonless night, where only what's right in the beam is clear.
Turning to see Marco outside Carlos' bedroom.....the look on his face.
He had to have heard them laughing and joking about how they'd fooled him with that 'drunken-passing-out' act.
Carlos teasing Dylan about getting him back for the way he'd stroked him to hardness as he carried him to the apartment.
Why'd have to open the door....to see?
That look...
His eyes, those beautiful eyes opening so wide with shock('something wrong here' his mind tries to tell him)....pain/hurt/anger chasing each other across that lovely face...
Marco smiling up at Jayeson.....turning to look right at him(something about these eyes...his heart tries to tell him)as the tall boy lifts him into his arms before they get into the limoto leave.
Dylan flinches, his gut dropping again at these memories.
He presses his clenched fists to his head, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Stop!" he tries to yell, but his tongue doesn't want to cooperate; the word comming out thick...muffled.
Marco's face....smiling up at Jayeson.
"no!" a choked mumble instead of the scream that might release some of the pain.
Loud jeering laughter.
"Dylan?"
It's Marco's voice, hurt and puzzled.
"Dylan!"
The darkness getting thicker as he turns towards the sound.
"Why Dylan? Did you think I'd take that too?"
A mocking smirk on the face he still loves more than any other....but...
The eyes are....wrong.
Even through this pain that is killing what's left of his heart, holding him locked, pinned here, unable to think past it that manages to register.
Marco's eyes aren't that yellowy/green somehow...muddy color.
Still, Dylan tries to reach him, so he can...explain...beg..something/anything, though he doesn't know if he'll be able to force anything past this choking pain.
"It doesn't matter... I'm with Jayeson now!"
Marco taunts grinning as he holds his hand out; showing him Jayeson's ring gleaming there.
"No! Mmm...arr..ca..co!"
Struggling, Dylan tries to make his mouth obey him.
"HE loves me!" Marco says, turning away, closing the door with an angry slam.
Dylan gets ther, yanks the door open...
'Where did this hall full of doors come from?' he wonders still hearing mocking laughter, unable to tell where it is comming from.
"Mmm..arrr...co!"
Dylan is still trying to scream, but his tongue seems to be unable to get the messages his brain is fighting to send; responding so slowly that the word almost makes no sense.
Comming back into the bedroom, Marco hears the thick muttering.
Having no idea what his love is dreaming, he smiles as he gets back into bed, begins to curl his body round Dylan.
Dylan's eyes fly open.
HIs body feels the way it does when he's been sleeping in one position too long; his racing mind jerks to a halt at how slow and even his breathing seems.
He wants to leap up...run awat from....what he has just woke up from...?
But he is too afraid to move...to find out who's arm is round him.
More bells.
This time itn is only the front door-bell!
A sigh from behind him, the arm round him tightens for a second then moves away.
"Great, now what!?" Marco mumbles.
Theres more(in very angry sounding Italian!) as he heads out of the room to answer it.
In a calmer...less confused state, he might feel sorry for whoever it is!
Now, his eyes close in relief.
The sensation that washes through Dylan is so strong, he couldn't have moved if he'd wanted to!