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What you don't know two	By : chibikitten Category: WWF/WWE > General Views: 1711 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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There are time in life in which a man has to do what a man has to do, even if the man himself wasn’t willing, and going to a Hawaiian party wearing nothing but a piece of cloth, and his underwear, around himself only to make some sort of a foolish parade to Vince McMahon’s eccentricities was something he didn’t want to do… But, since he had no choice, here was Dave, standing at the Hawaiian party, one of the first to arrive, drinking a heavily loaded with alcohol punch, praying so the Undertaker wouldn’t be invited so he didn’t show up, and praying for Randy not to over do it with his outfit, which the Legend Killer had promised ‘would be something no one would ever forget’… somehow, he knew Randy would end up being the center of attention tonight.

After some small talks with a few wrestlers and calming down some, knowing there was no way Randy could look worst than the Big Show, who was now ENTIRELY red in shame, draped in a red Hawaiian soft cloth that lifted at the lightest of breezes, Dave spotted the arrival of one very nervous looking Matt Hardy, who was looking around the place, as if looking for someone. Dave then noticed Kane had yet to arrive.

Upon meeting eyes, Matt waved a hi to Dave, and said young man went to greet the other, they might not know each other well, but that could be fixed… besides, Dave was looking for an excuse, any excuse, to get away from Mr. Kennedy, whose gossiping was already getting on his nerves: What the hell should he care if Melina has a mustache?!?!?!

Walking to the older male, he saw Matt smile at him. “Hey” Hardy got ahead of him. “Glad to know I was helpful” Dave gave him a questioning glance. “You looked a little stressed with Kennedy there… Am I correct??” Dave’s silence was all the answer Matt needed. “Weird stuff you don’t have a group formed around you, word is you get along with EVERYONE”

“I’m not in a very social mode” Dave grimly said, thinking on how he was FORCED into being in this blasted party in the first place.

“Tell me about it, first, we’re forced to be here, then we can’t do everything we want, cause then we get fired… and then Glenn, on top of anything, does this… thing he’s planning on” Matt quickly mumbled, and took a large drink from his filled with punch coconut.

“This thing??” Dave repeated, as Matt helped himself some more drink, Dave was beginning to think Matt wanted to get drunk quickly; it wasn’t a bad idea, he’d have an excuse to get out of here as quickly as possible, not having to meet Taker or Randy, who had a thing for sticking with him all the time lately.

“Yeah, last week, when we got the cards, he said, and I quote: ‘My outfit’s gonna be something no one would ever forget’” Matt said…. /Strange/ Dave though /those were Randy’s same damn words. “You may think I’m overreacting, but really, you don’t know Glenn, he can be very… extroverted some times, and I don’t think I like the tone he used while saying those words, I’m petrified as to how he’ll show up.”

“I know what you mean… Randy said the same damn thing and I’m trembling”

“Randy??? As in, Orton??”

“Who did you think, Randy Savage??? Macho Man??” Dave joked, but Matt looked completely serious.

“You never know, Ric Flair IS still fighting, you know??” Yeah, Dave knew… actually, he nearly lost his last drink when the Nature Boy made his entrance, wrapped in a orange cloth, bare chested and wrinkly, oiled from head to toe… god, he nearly made a vow not to ever have sex again!!

“Please, don’t remind me of him and his… outfit choice” Matt smiled, for to him, away from looking sexy or scary, Flair looked rather funny covered in oil.

“It’s just that… I think he doesn’t wanna accept he--“

“Dear god…” Dave whispered, a look of utter shock and amazement, with just the smallest hint of exaltation. It was then Matt noticed the room had gone silent, and a prayer went through his head: ‘please, God, don’t let it be Glenn… Don’t let it be Glenn…’

Eyes still closed, he turned… and let out his breath, for it wasn’t Glenn, but then he couldn’t breath no more, looking at the vision standing in front of him: Randy Orton was standing at the entrance, surrounded by the many lights which marked it, his perfectly tanned skin seemed to glow, but not an oily glow like Ric’s, but a natural, almost undetectable glow, but there nonetheless, his neck was decorated with the thinnest looking chain, which only prove it was there was the light glistening it had against his skin, a pendant in the shape of a palm leaf hanging from it in front of his chest; and then, around his hips –if you can call that around- the following design was made: up front, there was a large, soft cotton cloth in a color degradation which went from a light cream on the top to a dark brown at the bottom, just in front of Randy’s feet, the colors bringing out the tan of his skin, then, following this rectangular piece of cloth, was a thin line of rocks which barely held the whole outfit together around his pelvis, all rocks were a dark yellow, something of a color between the cream and the brown of the cloth; then, on his back, barely covering his ass, for you could see the outlines if he walked by your side, was a long, rectangular cloth identical to the one on the front. All in all, Randy Orton looked good enough to eat!!!

“That’s not a Hawaiian cloth” Matt absently said, and Dave knew Matt HAD to love Glenn, cause damn it if a vision of sex like that comes in front of you, and all you can see is that’s person’s cloth, then you got to be swiped off your feet by someone else!! “At least I ain’t got to worry about Glenn making the scandal of the night” Matt kept on pondering out loud, then took a small sip of his drink, much calmer now.

Randy smiled to himself. This was just the reaction he expected: everyone, even the straight men, were looking at him as if he was the hottest thing they had ever seen in their entire life. It was perfect. There was no way Taker wouldn’t fall for him again, he had a very good insight who had told him Taker would be there, so he had taken it onto himself he would be the hottest thing he had ever seen in his life!! And by the looks of it, he seemed to have done the trick. It was only a matter of time and attitude, for this looking hot is nothing without the feeling hot attitude.

Not even looking at anyone, he went straight to Dave, who seemed to be speaking to matt, which surprised Randy some; he didn’t know Dave got along with the older Hardy. “What do you think??” Randy asked, the moment he was in earshot.
Dave stood, still dumbfounded by Randy, before asking. “It’s well… Fuck, where did you get that idea?!??!” He finally said, and Randy smiled a sexy smile.

“A lot of imagination and a very good documental on African cultures” Randy answered, taking a drink for himself.

“That’s not Hawaiian cloth” Matt made himself noticed in the conversation, and Randy was a little taken away by how someone had noticed so quickly. He thought the wrestling population would be too occupied looking at his ass or desiring him to notice. “But it does has a tropical edge to it, really… Wonderful choice, Randy” Just then, Dave couldn’t take anymore.

“Matt… this has to be one of the skimpiest outfits ever!” Randy had to sustain a laugh at Dave’s words, his looks for the night seemed to have gotten to the Animal. “How can you actually notice it’s not Hawaiian?!?!” Matt, unfazed by the outburst, merely gave Dave a look.

“I am in love with my man, you know?? Whatever Randy or anyone else wears is beyond me” Matt informed, quite matter of factly, leaving Randy quite surprised.

“So just because you’re in love with someone you close your eyes to everyone else??” Matt nodded to Randy’s questioning. “I’ve never been able to do that… I got one eye for my love, and another one for… personal enjoyment and appreciation of the merchandise” Randy charmly concluded, to what Dave laughed, while Matt pursed his lips in thought.

“No wonder you’re alone, I don’t think anyone would take that attitude from their couple, I certainly wouldn’t” Matt carelessly pointed out, and Randy infuriated at the audacity of the Hardy, saying those things right to his face!! But, he wasn’t able to voice his rage, for someone had arrived without them noticing.

“And that’s why I love you, my gorgeous kitten” Glenn intervened, making his way between Dave and Randy, to place a soft kiss on Matt’s lips, to Matt’s horror, Dave’s sweet delight and Randy’s utter shock.

“Are you crazy?? There’s a whole room of people here!!” Matt hissed, very lowly.

“Excuse me; are we hiding our love to the world??” Glenn had the decency and self-control not to sound too hurt. Matt, expectedly, looked sincerely scandalized.

“No!! I just… don’t you mind??? Like, everyone watching and all??? I don’t want anyone bugging into our private lives, and you know some of this guys are EVIL, I don’t want them—“

“If anyone tries to do something against us cause we’re gay, I’ll personally kill them… anything else??” Matt simply shook his head no. “Hiya, Dave!! How are you?? Randy…”

“Hey” Dave hied back, Randy merely smiled, while suppressing the urge to yell out to the world one of the most feared bad asses in sports entertainment was a fan of cocks!! God, the things you can find in the world… never in his life he had thought Kane was a fag, let alone Matt, who had a very long sustained relationship with Lita. Those two sure as hell knew how to hide their preferences. “Nice outfit” Randy settled for saying.

At the mention of clothes, Matt took notice of Glenn’s choice for the first time, and had to admit he had needlessly freaked out, for Glenn’s outfit was a bit extroverted, sure, but it wasn’t all that bad: it was a design somewhat familiar to Randy’s, with the two rectangular cloths joined together and all, but Glenn’s skirt was tied with the cloths themselves, one to the other, making the skirt more… conservative than Randy’s… and the print!! There were many black, blurry kitten shaped prints on the red cloths!! It was as if Glenn was wearing a whole blurry kitten zoo on him, making the outfit just the right amount of cute and sexy and the same time. “I do like it a lot” Matt finally said.

“Thanks!! I knew you’d love it” Glenn smiled, holding Matt’s hand discreetly. “And nice outfit to you too, Randy… It’s not Hawaiian cloth, though, but it is very tropical… really hot. Taker’s sure to notice it” The words made Dave choke on his drink and Randy become torn between satisfaction and perplexity: how the hell did Glenn knew he had put this on to call Mark’s attention?!?!??! He didn’t have time to ask. “Speaking of the devil…” Glenn said, looking over Randy and Dave’s shoulders.

They both turned, and found Mark entering the place…. And dropped their jaw while looking: Taker, breaking everything they had ever expected, WAS wearing a skirt, and it HAD a Hawaiian topic, with the blue leaves prints and all, but the cloth was made in leather!!! Yes, hanging around Mark’s hips, very close to his crotch, they both noticed, was a black leather skirt, which had some very deep cleaves that reached his upped thighs, leaving nothing but a few inches of his hips covered… it seemed Mark had taken his time into looking the less stupid, or far away from his personality as possible, and he had done a fantastic job at it, for he had also taken onto himself to wear a leather strapped necklace with a silver leaf pendant onto it, which to Randy’s shock looked suspiciously a lot like the one around his neck, yet Mark’s looked more like a metallic thing than an actual accessory. Both Dave and Randy were salivating by only looking at the man.

Then he turned, making eye contact with them both, and, to both their surprise, quickly made his way to them. Yet, instead of saying anything to either, his eyes fixed on his small brother and it was Glenn the one he addressed when he spoke. “Thanks for the suggestion; I really had no idea what to wear. Really, sorry about taking your design”

At the thankful words, Glenn merely shrugged his shoulder. “It’s the least I could do, Mark… need some more help, call me any damn time” Then, he smiled a sexy, lustful smile. “Sides, this little cutey I’m wearing is a safe check for some good fun sex time with my kitten” He completed, hugging Matt, who looked disgusted.

“You have any idea how… perverted that sounded, having sex with my kitten??!!” Matt exclaimed, moving out of Glenn’s embrace.

“Mark. Hi” The conversation was interrupted by one of the unnoticed youngsters.

“Randy… long time no see.” Mark calmly answered, knowing Randy wouldn’t dare do anything, on fear to lose his job. “Dave, nice to see you again” And Dave thanked god he was behind Randy, for he was sure he was blushing. “How are you feeling, Randy??” Randy gave him a weak smile.

“Depends on which part of my life you ask about” Surprisingly, Randy sounded so calm and collected, both Dave and Mark calmed, knowing now Randy wouldn’t do anything, even without the getting fired stipulation. “How are you??”

“Great… on vacations, actually, but Vince ain’t letting me off the hook that easily, I’ll be sticking around for a bit longer” Mark answered, smiling down at Randy, it was so nice to feel the younger male not being psychotic, Randy was quite charming and wonderful whenever he wanted to.

“Sorry… vacations are much better when you’re away from all this.” Mark nodded at the statement, he sure as hell favored being at home relaxing than over here. Randy looked at the older man, feeling a tension in his chest, he was technically aching to jump him and… god, he really did missed Mark!!

“You look very nice “Mark complemented him, and Randy felt his knees go weak. He could swear he had heard that seductive hint on Mark’s voice, but for some reason, he thought he was imagining it. “Not Hawaiian cloth, but I’m the guy wearing leather, so I can’t reproach” Randy laughed, while unknown to him, Dave was boiling on the inside to punch Randy’s face in, or kicking Mark’s ass: how dared him not to even notice him, when less than a week ago he was technically jumping him?!?!? Meanwhile, Matt and Glenn were quietly discussing each other’s theories, already betting on how long it would take for the whole situation to blow up and grow out of proportion.

“Dave, are you sure you’re not trying to knock someone off his ass wearing that??” Dave froze a bit at Mark’s words, the older man seemed to be eating him away with his eyes. “Really, you couldn’t pick anything more… enticing”

/Enticing!!!!!/ Dave had no idea how he didn’t fall on his ass and fainted right there on the spot, his dream man was actually calling him enticing?!?!? There really was a God up there thinking about him.

“Thanks… I could say the same” And Mark gave him one of those piercing looks that made him go weak in the knees and fast on the heart. Damn, the man really knew how to get to him. Randy, who felt pushed away by now, immediately decided it was time to go center of attention again.

“Excuse me, Mark… can we talk??” He calmly asked. “Privately” Randy concluded, looking over to Glenn and Matt, who had even stopped pretending not to hear the conversation.

“Sure, come on” And suddenly, Mark’s arm was around his waist and was walking him to a secluded area from the party, completely ignoring the looks he was getting from everyone around them. Randy was fighting himself, trying not to give into the heat of Mark’s touch, pushing back memories that yelled ‘kiss him’, just trying his hardest to keep his composure, not to ruin all the terrain he had won this night with Mark.

Dave watched them go, and a part of himself wanted to follow them, to rip Randy away from Mark and kill the damn, seductive, sexy bastard; then another part of him wanted to just cry; another wanted to follow them, but to hear and see what they would do or say; another part of him just wanted to be alone, and this part was the one he listened to. “I’ll go to the bathroom” He softly said to Glenn and Matt, and quickly made his way away from the pair.

They watched Randy and Mark go, then watched Dave go, and both remained silent for a bit, but Glenn couldn’t keep it within himself for long. “Damn, this is better than Jerry Springer”

Normally, Matt wouldn’t find a situation like this to be funny, but damn it was hard to keep it cool with Glenn commenting things like that!! Before he knew it, he was holding his stomach in laughter. “Don’t make me laugh!! This is not funny, I mean, I like Dave and is your brother we’re talking about!!”

“So that means you don’t give a shit about Randy??” Glenn smiled evilly while asking, and immediately got a slap to his uncovered chest by Matt.

“No!! He’s suffering, a lot. Maybe as much as Dave, and I don’t wanna think ‘bout what he’s gonna talk about with your brother now” Glenn sighed, and tightened his hold of Matt’s hand.

“If you really wanna know, I’ll tell you: my brother’s gonna brake Randy’s heart, but since Randy’s been a calm, mature boy, he’ll do it as softly as possible, and Randy’s gonna get it through his damn skull, then Mark’s gonna go after Dave, and don’t tell me you didn’t see the looks he was giving Dave, cause you did, and Dave’s gonna fall like a damn coconut, and after that, well…. Let’s just hope we ain’t there when it all pop out”

“How do you know all that??” Matt asked, sincerely intrigued.

“Mark’s my brother, I’ve known the man my whole life, he’s a natural drama creator!! A romantic trouble maker of sorts, most his brawls have a romantic history, or are you really gonna tell me he ended up in the first ever Hell in a Cell match just because Shawn Michaels missed a chair shot?!?!?” Matt’s loud gasp and scandalized look said it all. “Well, it didn’t. Someone got in the way. Besides, I’m just about the biggest gossiper alive right after Mr. Kennedy”

“Mr. Kennedy’s a gossiper???”

“And Melina has a mustache, where the hell have you been living lately?? Under a rock???”

Mark guided Randy to one of the many balconies in the large hall, unknowingly picking one with a sight towards the beach, and the first minute of their privacy was spent by Randy thoughtfully looking at the decorated with torches beach, while Mark glanced at his previous lover, knowing the younger boy was mentally preparing himself for their first decent conversation since their parting, and also admiring Randy, for the young Orton DID indeed looked good enough to eat in those clothes, and the moon seemed to be kissing his face, for he really did seemed something not from this world, but torn from a fairy land, wrapped in glow and beauty.

Randy turned, and his face became illuminated by the torches beneath him, and he seemed much more real now to Mark, less elfin, but also much more hot, Randy looked very beautiful this night, more so than ever.

“Mark…” Randy began, then stopped again. Mark was looking as though he had seen him for the very firs time, and he was loving it, cause Mark was actually ogling him.

“Randy” Mark interrupted him, and the moment Randy heard his voice, he knew the spell was broken. Mark was now standing tall as ever, totally straight the way he always used to, and he had that serious, yet totally devastatingly look on him, that promised to leave you unarmed and without a chance of defense. He only hoped Mark wouldn’t want to rip him apart now.

“Look I know I did a lot of stupid things—“ Randy’s voice, even to himself, sounded so calm the young man wondered if it was really him talking. Mark was wondering just when he had missed Randy’s becoming the closest thing to a mature person he had ever seen on him. But the bottom line is that this new, calm and collected facette of Randy’s was only making this much harder for him, for it was obvious he would ve missing out on a part of his previous, beautiful lover he would’ve love to have while they had been together.

“I just wanna say… I grew. You might not notice, but I grew out of this… insanity that clung to me all this time. Mark— I don’t wanna give up on you without REALLY trying, cause really, you look back, and all we had was a moment, no considerable time to say ‘no, I don’t care for you’ or anything like that without absolute certainty. At least, I don’t feel we did, but I, at the least, had time to know I adore you, and that what we had, little as it was, was good, and I know you felt it too… we were so happy together, at least the way I remember, we had much more good times than bad, if there really was any bad moment…” his voice dropped to a whisper there, while he looked at Mark looking at him, the older man looked so collected, almost indifferent to all Randy was saying. He almost gave up on his self-appointed quest. Almost. “I miss you so much.” He softly said, ending his speech before saying half the things he had wanted to say.

Silence reigned between them once more, and Randy kept his gaze locked with Mark’s for some time, begging, pleading, beseeching, imploring for the other to accept his words. But, at some point, Mark’s calm, calculating gaze became too much for him to bear; here he was, spilling his insides to Mark, and Mark was looking at him as if a tax declaration, thinking and calculating things more than actually feeling the truth in his words.

“I miss you too. Sometimes” Randy looked at Mark once more, and found the older man had moved from his place leaning on the corner of the balcony, and was nearly next to him, leaning against the edge, very much like Randy, himself, was.

Randy kept silent. Mark had told him he missed him!! Well, he had said sometimes, but the bottom line is he HAD said he had missed him, right??? There might have been a chance for them after all. Just when Randy opened his mouth, Taker kept on talking.

“I do think all we had were good times… all you said it’s true, Randy, we weren’t long enough to form anything…” silence took over, as Mark seemed to look for the appropriate word to carry on his words.

“Substantial, important, significant, hefty…. Compromising??” Randy offered.

“All of the above” Mark answered, a half smile decorating his face. “But I had been long enough with you to know I would only hurt you… trust me, I’m not one to be very successful at keeping relationships, specially good ones” Randy took Mark’s soft words better than Mark could ever hoped for, the youth merely looked down at the beach once more, licked his lip in a mix of concealed anger and raged, then took a deep breath. Mark could only look at this controlled, grown Randy, and compare him to the almost annoying, yet always pouty, cute young man who had shared his life some months ago, unknowingly filling his life with just the right amount of a mix of fun, wild sex, independence, constantly unexpected jokes and games Mark would never indulge on his own, and a few headaches; he compared them both, and was glad for whoever ended up with Randy, for that person would sure take a great package.

“So now you’re giving me the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ excuse??” Randy’s voice, though soft, was almost braking in concealed emotions, and his blue eyes were shining against the light of the hall, tears barely contained, as he turned to look at Mark once more. “That’s it?? Cause, really, you can come up with something so much better, I can beat that statement any moment I want, actually, by merely admitting you miss me I already beat that statement” Randy ended, in a controlled whisper. Mark, upon hearing these words, knew he’d have to bring down the hard stuff to come out of this knowing Randy wouldn’t chase after him again.

“What about this?? I was hurt.” Randy, powerless to control all the emotions going through him, had to let confusion and shock spill into his face. “When we met that night, I was hurt. I was just coming out of recovering from a tough blow, and you came… and offered the exact thing I was looking for: freedom, companionship, a shelter for loneliness for a while, and someone to turn to when it all turned just too damn hard to take on alone.” Just then, a single, crystal tear slid down Randy’s right eye, and Mark knew Randy was fighting with all his might to contain many, many more.

“Yeah, but we said that would be for one night, the rest would be up to us, so you had wanted it to go on as much as me, shelter for loneliness or whatever or not!” Randy’s resolution finally broke, and his voice roused just a little, taking the lightest hint of hurt. “Why would you keep something seemly meaningless to you for such an amount of time if all you wanted was to ‘heal and move on’??”

“My thoughts exactly” Mark immediately said, and Randy knew he was lost. Lost without a chance to find himself, for now, whether he liked it or not, he had hit the nail on the head and knew why Mark had ended their relationship, and he had come down to those reasons all by himself.

Mark’s face was marked with sorrow, but this eyes had a certain glow in them, like everytime he had said something stupidly obvious and Mark would shake his head, roll his eyes a bit, then kissed the top of his head, making him feel more like a child being softly indulged by his father, than an adult in an adult relationship. Now all Mark had to do was explain the obviously stupid of Randy’s statements and it would all be over.

“Randy, I don’t wanna go on in something I now I’m not into… I don’t wanna use you, and even if I failed in this one, I don’t wanna hurt you either”

“Well, in that, you did failed” screw maturity, Randy thought, he could at least throw a few things at Mark’s face, not just let him step on his heart and have him gone. It was then Randy noticed Mark had gone quiet, and was looking at him with an expectant look, as if ready for Randy to blow up on him, and the clear thought that blowing up would only make things worst came to Randy like an atomic bomb to his head. When he saw Randy had just had a minor outburst, Mark continued.

“But I want you to think, Randy… think about in a few more months, when we had learned everything of the other’s routine, know the other’s favorite movies, and got to know each other so well to know exactly what the other would say before the other even talked, or know that little habit that’s only found in bonding and companionship, then I let this bomb drop on ya… knowing you, one of us wouldn’t come out of that one alive.”

Mark took a deep breath, and moving his hands, he cupped both of Randy’s cheeks, looking deeply into those sad, absorbing, teary blue eyes.

“You’re such a wonderful person, Randy, full of life and spirit, a little self-centered sometimes, but hey, that’s nothing compared to how beautiful you can be, in and out. I don’t wanna keep using you, I feel like such a bastard cause of this, cause I didn’t wanna to hurt you, but hear you are, hurting, and there’s only me to blame. I’m so sorry, Randy… Please try to understand why I don’t wanna keep this up, it would only make us both miserable in the end.”

Midway through the speech, Randy had diverted his gaze from Mark’s, but he had never ran away from the older man’s touch: it felt so good to feel Mark’s hand on him, it hurt to know it would be the last time the feeling would come to him. The seldom tear escaping his tight self-imposed control was made of resignation to his fate, not anger or hatred, like many had fallen before this talk.

After a few stressing moments, Randy nodded, not trusting his voice to say all he wanted to say, fearing it would start lashing at Mark and tarnish the moment he had had with Mark. “I understand” he said instead.

Then a sob escaped him, his hand flying to his face, to wipe some astray tears off his face, and a mad impulse took him over, a great need surged through him as it all settled inside him, and he knew he wouldn’t get Mark like this again. This impulse turned into energy, and before he could stop himself, he had moved forward, and had his arms wrapped around Mark’s strong back, his face against the defined chest, his whole body feeling the wonderful touch of Mark’s skin against his own. Knowing he wouldn’t feel it again devastated him.

To his surprise, Mark didn’t push away. Instead, the large male only raised his arms, and held him against him, griping his shoulders in silent comfort. Despite himself, Randy smiled, Mark had proven time and time again that he was a total gentlemen, even in the queerest of moments.

“you’ll be fine, Randy… it’ll be hard, cause you feel much, too much, too intensely, but you’ll be al right. You’ll see. And before you know it, you’ll find someone to love you the way you deserve, people like you don’t stay alone for long, you call too much attention.”

Still not trusting his voice, Randy only nodded against Mark’s shoulder, not daring to open his mouth until the conversation would be over and he alone, Randy only concentrated on his ‘no more tears!!’ litany.

After some more moments of soothing words and gentle strokes from Mark, Randy reluctantly forced himself to let Mark go, and thanked him for braking this madness before it got too large to bear, to what Mark felt stabbed right across his chest, because Randy, though pained and wounded, seemed to be taking the whole thing better than Mark ever would in his position.

“Actually, I should be thanking you for not wanting to kill me” Mark softly said.

“Don’t give me any ideas.” Randy joked, forcing half a laugh out form him, where there were only despair, tears and more pain.

“Take care, Randy…” Mark touched Randy’s face, smiling softly. “And don’t you go do anything stupid cause of this, it’s not worth it”

“Great, now you’re a telepath and count down all my options”

“I mean it, Randy”

“I know… I better go” Before Mark could say anything, Randy turned and walked away from the silent balcony, leaving Mark alone with his thoughts.

Leaning against the railing again, Mark sighed, staring out to the beach. He had just let one of the most fabulous persons he had ever met, and somehow he knew he would regret that, sooner or later: Randy had been too much a breath of fresh air in his life lo just forget about him, but he really couldn’t just keep on treating him the way he had been, it wasn’t fair to Randy at all, and he wouldn’t live with something like this for long… If only he could’ve told the Randy real reason he had decided to call the relationship…

/then, there would’ve been no way to get rid of him/ a part of him said. /then, maybe I wouldn’t be standing here, alone in the darkness of my own solitude/

Fuck, he was getting dramatic now, he needed to get a drink… and, like a flash, a certain person came to mind, a young man with a brawny, powerfully built complexion, dark eyes that evoked dark desires, a skin that just begged to be touched, and a sincerity in his face that would never fit a lie in… yes, Dave had slithered himself into his mind like water slips through anyone’s fingers: unstopped and uncalled for. The young male had him going up and about crazy just to get to know all of his secrets, and, as soon as he saw a chance, he would get to hunt down and tame The Animal, and get this almost sickening feelings out of himself, to bestow them on who he had really meant to all along.

Well, another chapter done and delivered, I hope you like it!!! R&R!!!!
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