As Lance looked into the mirror, he wondered why he looked different... in a way... His hair was the same, he still
had those blue eyes and the same face... But there was something different.
He was smiling. He smiled because his heart
had growned tremendously, he smiled because he wasn't so alone in the world, he smiled because he knew he was in love and
someone loved him. He smiled because he was... he was happy.
Dylus: Are you sure you wanna leave so soon? *kisses Lance*
Lance: Hehe, ewwww, do you know where your mouth
has been?
Dylus: Yep, and it wants to be there again...
Lance: Well, hold that thought sir. I'm swollen in places I never
knew I had places and you got to get dressed yourself..
Dylus: Who needs clothes when i got you? And call me Dylus... Lance..
Lance: I'd love to stay and have babies
with you, but I'm really worried about Bastian and Ben. I'm responsible for them... What if they destroy the house?
Dylus:
Good, then you can live here and then I can ravage you all day...
Lance hesitated for a moment and then lifted his hand to touch Dylus' cheek. Lance:...Tonight, okay?
Please...Dylus...
Dylus: *sigh* Fine... God, your eyes are so hard to resist...
Lance blushed. It was just so
hard to imagine someone you wanted for so long loving you so much... It almost scared Lance...
Those lips... Lance shivered as he pressed against them... It felt so intimate... So secret...So... close... It was
so...wonderful...
Lance: .. I love you...
Dylus brain stopped. Love? He tried to to say it, but it was so hard to let those words
escape... He knew in his heart he loved Lance, but to put it to words? It scared him.
Dylus: Ummm... So i'll see you
tonight?
Lance: yeah...
Their eyes met once more as Lance went out the door. Dylus couldn't bear to let Lance out of his sight. He wanted
to keep holding him, to feel Lance's body near his, to be able to kiss and touch and smell his scent... Dylus wanted to tell
Lance, but that would seem too desparate, wouldn't it? Too clingy and weird. Dylus decided to just quash his thoughts...
Dylus sighed contently. Last night was so wonderful. The sheer... release Dylus felt with Lance so different, so strange
and yet so... wonderful.
Did anyone ever feel such a wonderful thing? Noone Dylus had ever been with made him feel so high... so good... so
much... like himself. It was like for so long he felt like he was missing a part of himself... And that Lance fitted the missing
space so perfectly... So wonderfully... Lance was the extra piece that wedged it way into his life, now made him feel as if
he was soaring on the tops of the world...
RIIIIIIIIIING
Dylus: Oh fucking hell...
Dylus: What the hell do you want?
Voice: M-mr. Gardener?
Dylus: What is it?
Voice: erm... Y-your
father wants to see you... t-this afternoon...
Dylus: My father?!!!
Voice: y-yes sir... What do i tell him?
Dylus thought for a minute. God how he
hated reality.
Dylus: *sigh* Tell him fine...
Voice: Yes Sir...
*Slam*
His father?! Dylus began to panic. What if someone saw him and Lance together? What would his father
think? Would he have to lose Lance?
Dylus' panic began to swirl together and began to give him a terrible headache.
But he'll keep it together.
He always had.
