18+ [Reminiscing: A collection of one shots]

[E.r.o.s]

Just a random collection of one shots. Some would be very mature and contain lemon, some would be very weird and pointless.

 

Warning: PG-13, Male x Male

 

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Chapter I: The illusion of a December’s night

 

A figure sat between the shadows of the empty room, with an empty glass of vodka and a bottle at his side. He watched as the snow of December almost sinfully landed on the huge glass window of his apartment. His eyes followed the delicate piece of ice till it melted against the glass and then dripped to the floor, the scene somehow tugging at his heart. His lips curved up slightly and all of a sudden he was laughing, softly at first, then very loudly. His laughter echoed through the huge room and his eyes resembled that of a maniac, wide and in shock. And then…silence filled the room once again replaced by the sound of glass breaking. The pieces of the empty glass fell to the floor and scattered as the man eyes watched in fascination. That glass reminded him so much of his own empty heart as it continued to shatter simply by his existence alone.

 

How he hated December… He thought.

How he hated snow… Because it reminded him of the one thing he wished he had.

 

There was someone he craved indeed, a sick obsession of a kind that devoured him whole by the second. He still remembers the first time they met. The other man had such a strong presence; it practically demanded his attention without uttering a single word, without moving a single muscle. Their eyes never met, but the man could do no more but to stare at that beautiful creature in awe. And then..they finally faced one another, and he watched as the other man’s mouth moved slowly to make out words, but he wasn’t really listening to them. It was like time had frozen for a moment. Then he noticed that he wasn’t the only one whose gaze followed the other man. Everyone in the room was just as taken by the man presence as he was. Nobody dared to speak a word against him, instead they all tried to approach him, to get closer to him, and for whatever reason a tint of jealousy filled the man’s heart. At that moment, without the other man’s knowledge, he had already claimed him. The man’s eyes widen at his own possessiveness but he didn’t bothered to deny the strong attraction that surge through his body at the mere sight of that demanding presence.

 

It was that encounter that allowed for a daily visit from the man. Not a single day passed that he wouldn’t be in that room. The need to learn more about the other man grew stronger as he listened to him speak of random topics. The creature’s mind was so enticing that the man couldn’t help but watch in fascination as blunt words rolled from the other man’s tongue fluently. It was a first for him. Not once before had someone affected him in such a way. Just being in the same room as the creature caused his body to tremble and his inner beast to growl with yearning…till the day he learned that his beautiful creature already belong to someone else.

 

The thought of another man in the creature’s life was enough to cause huge rage to fill the man’s heart. What kind of person could possibly capture such a creature? Curiosity now filled his mind, and he set out to find more about this other man. To his surprise, he already knew him. The knowledge saddened him as much as surprised him. If it was that man, whose kindness was above anyone else, then he could understand why the creature was at his side. He’ll give up, he thought. The creature only had eyes for that man, who very much deserved him. The mere thought brought so much pain to the man, the type he had never felt before, the type that felt like sweet suffocation. But the man kept his word, and silently continued to watch over the creature from afar while darkness consumed him from inside.

 

Night after night, he would take home a stranger and wake up the next morning alone in bed. The sheets dirty and cold, and although his head hurt, it was nothing compare to the pain in his hollow heart. But the man showed no sign of such a life, he continued to smile and joke, and continued charming his way through the crowd of people till he also could call that place home. The word carried so much significance to the man who had been alone his entire life. And losing such home…had been so very devastating.

 

His long bangs covered the man face as he continued to watch snow fall. His eyes widening slightly at the realization that snow could never fall where he lived. He remembered how he used to protest because summer in his place lasted all year long.

 

How he hated December…

How he hated snow…

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End. This was one of the weird ones I suppose.