Crimson Reveries
Belldom; R; romantic angst; warnings: violent, passionate, descriptive; scary
Summary: teenage Dominic is secretly in love with his best friend.
Author’s notes: It’s the first part of the upcoming series.
Chapter 1.
Maybe
We are lying in the room of semi-darkness, 1 bed and rugged sheets. Though it's not "we" but "me and you". There's no "we". It's just two bodies, yours is to the left.
You're asleep, your chest is moving up and down and the long lashes are trembling in time. Tick-tock, tick-tock. I'm counting the beat. The goddamn rhythm of my life, how absurd it is?
You're sleeping, turned with your face to me, as if on purpose so I could look at you, want you, dream of your lips. Your lips on my lips, light breathing, the luscious hell. The kiss.
If it really had been just teenage hormones, this feelings would have evaporated long ago. Did I say feelings? No no no no no. Sensations. They're just sensations.
Maybe I'd like to kill you.
I'd cut through your fucking perfect skin, letting the blood stream down my arms. I'd tear out the bones and cut the flesh into pieces. I'd destroy your heart. I'd kill you, I'd grind you into dust. I'd look at your goddamn long lashes, wet and red because of the streaming blood, at your closed heavy eyelids, I'd take in inwardly the last remains of your soul.
Maybe.
Or maybe, I'd like to grow old with you. I'd like to lie like this my whole life, just not as friends. As you and I. Do you understand? I'd like to lie like this until I die, until they find us - you and I - lying side by side, your hand in mine.
Maybe.
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Waking up next to your best friend is nice. The sunlight is beating up your eyes, he's smiling and asking if you want some fried eggs.
You're hurt. Your whole body hurts because of the amount of booze you drank last night. You're feeling sick.
He's wearing a while terry tshirt, rugged by touch. You put your arms around him and he's laughing, loudly and cheerfully.
He calls you by your name.
Then he calls you a "friend".
You stand up and go to the bathroom to brush your teeth. Your life costs nothing, no, not right now.