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- Truth and Dare
"Your worst enemies are truth and love.
They both catch you unprepaired!"
(The Yellow Book Of Fear)
So, I was standing there only in my
boxers - my skin dripping with
sweat from both exhaustion and excitement, a raven clenched in my fist
so fiercely tight that I almost smashed his fucking little bones – when
the dorm door flew open and Tiffany and Darryl came in.
“Geez, Justin... hehehe... are you making a movie or something?”
Tiffany, tactful as always, threw me an amused grin, whereas Darryl
tried to maintain a casual expression. Needless to say that his lips
trembled with excitement.
"I, uhm... I mean, I just..." God this was SO not comfortable!. How do
you explain standing in your room practically naked, trying to kill a
My face was turning red, I could physically feel myself blushing.
"I guess, I'll better drop by again, tonight." Tiffany said left the
room - not without giving me a last suppressed giggle on her way out,
The door closed, and the slight breeze that it caused softly tickled my
naked chest. I lifted my head as if I had just realised that Darryll
was here, and my face must have looked as strange and alerting as I
felt inside, because Darryll's grin instantly faded into puzzlement and
"Justin...?" He carefully asked and took a step closer.
I must have loosened my grip on the raven when my tears set in, and
when it gave a loud and fierce cry, I was surprised and shocked enough
to suddenly open my hand completely. A bush of little black feathers
flew up before my face as it zoared through the open window and
vanished into the sunlight.
His arms caught my me in a tight hug, and the dam broke the second my
face hit his shoulder.
Some deep breaths and a cup of Darryll’s special „feelgood coffee“
later, I had recovered enough to give him a warm smile.
„Darryll...“ I started, „I can’t really thank you enough for everything
you’re doing for me. I...“
„It’s ok, Jus.“ He cut me off in a soft voice. „Really, it is. I
wouldn’t be there for you if I didn’t want to, you know.“
„Yeah, but.... I don’t know, I just feel like I’m not really... myself
since I’m here. I mean, there’s been so much going on lately, like
Danny and that... that Raven... I just don’t think that...“ Every
single muscle in my body seemed to soften with the sigh I let out.
„Look, Justin, I don’t mean to be curious – really, I don’t – but...
don’t you wanna tell me what’s the deal with that raven, anyway?“
„What do you mean? What deal?“ Of course, I knew exactly what he meant.
But no matter how much I had really started to trust him, I just
couldn’t help but asking myself if he would be able to believe me.
„Well...“ he started, „All I know is that when Tiffany and I came in,
you stood there in your briefs with that raven in your hand. Now, don’t
get this the wrong way, but you looked so... hurt, somehow. And there
was something in your eyes that...“ He lifted his right hand and
carefully brought it up to carefully touch my cheek. His eyes connected
to mine, and their endlessly deep blue finished the sentence that his
soft and sweet lips left uncontinued. The warm breeze of his fingers
slowly sliding down my neck and to my shoulder made me breathe harder,
and I almost feared that the uncontrollable speeding of my heartbeat
was pumping hard enough to be shown in the vibrating of my still naked
chest. I always thought that that metaphor about the world around you,
like, “fading” away, but the exact thing was happening to me right now.
We were still sitting on my bed, our faces so close before one another
that I could almost taste the warmth of his breath on my lips. Oh god,
how I wished that he wouldn’t back away this time!
And he didn’t. I couldn’t say how long it took us to finally do it, but
when I felt our lips and tongues uniting, everything else suddenly lost
its importance. There was only Darryll and me and this moment – this
sweet, exciting and (I had to admit that one to myself) also arousing
moment that we seemed to share in some parallel reality, in which we
were the only population of a whole planet of unstoppably growing
pleasure and deepest intimacy.
“You know, Justin...” he breathlessly whispered, “That’s what I’ve been
phantasizing about all the time.”
He closed my lips with a passionate kiss before I was had the chance to
tell him how much i, too, had longed to kiss him. My hands unbuttoned
his shirt while our tongues tentatively explored each other, and the
next time I was able to concentrate on anything else than the smell of
CK One on his skin, we were both naked, lying, no, almost swaying on
the bed in a tight emrace that took my breath away and filled my lungs
with all the love and desire of the world instead.
“Oh Darryll...” I whispered when I felt him covering my smooth,
hairless chest with kisses that seemed to brand my skin with his
presence. The soft tickle of his tongue lowering down to my belly
button made me press my whole body up against him with lust, and when
his sweet lips finally closed around their aim, it felt like I should
be fighting the waves that washed from my groin up through my whole
body, in order not to faint.
He stood at our dorm window, looking out at the already darkening sky
when I woke up and reluctantly opened my eyes. We had both slept for
the last couple of hours, totally exhausted from the sexual encounter
we had just had.
“Hey.” I said, softly.
But he didn’t answer.
In the twilight, the silhouette of his still naked body was hardly more
than some far away fata morgana, and he made no move, from which to
tell if he had heard me or not. The CD player, which he must have
started while I had still be sleeping, played some rough Eminem tune,
and I slowly crept out of bed, walked over and carefully wrapped my
arms around him from behind. Even his skin felt some kind of far away.
It was cold and smooth, and touching it felt unpersonal and strangely
“’s everything okay?” I quietly asked him.
“Sure.” His voice was stern and icy, and its darkly sarcastic undertone
hit me totally unprepared. “Everything’s just fine!”
“What?!” He quickly turned around and looked directly me. His eye lids
slighty shivered, but the superior look on his face caused a slight
squeeze in my stomach.
“Yeah, right.” The sharp irony with which he cut me off made me
lower my head in disappointment. “We fucked, at last. So?!?”
What the hell was happening here? Was that the same Darryll who had so
sensatively and caringly helped me through all that had happened? The
same guy who had practically built me up again after Danny had died?
„What do you...“ I weekly started again. I was completely speechless.
His lower lip trembled slightly, and when he cut me off his voice
sounded strangely controlled.
„What I mean?“ He gave me a short but harsh laugh. I could have
imagined it, but somehow it sounded empty and just a little too high
pitched. „Isn’t that obvious? You got it up the ass. Aren’t you
supposed to be like that, fag boy?!?“
„No...“ My head was shaking in disbelieve, and just for a second, I had
to close my eyes to the cold and stinging pain that drove through my
very heart like a stake. Whatever was going on here – I didn’t
understand a single word of it. We had known each other for several
weeks now, and Darryl had always been so kind and sweet and... loving,
somehow. That didn’t make any sense. How could he just stand there and
say what he just said? And why? Only a few hours ago, he had been the
most tender and sensitive boy in the world. How could he do this to me?
How could he???
I took a step in his direction and stretched out my hand to touch one
of his folded arms. I know that it must sound strange, but somehow I
hoped that he would come to his senses and that everything would be
alright again if he could only feel my touch. He did response,
allright, but it wasn’t really the response I had hoped for. His eyes
closed for about a second, and he drew a deep, sharp breath. When he
opened them up again, I realized that their hard and empty look was
shimmering with tears now. Of course, I still did not know what was
wrong with him, but a tiny spark of hope made me feel like maybe I was
somehow getting through to him, here.
„I... I really like you a lot, Darryl. Please tell me what’s wrong.
Please?“ I brought my hand up to his cheek to carefully touch it and
whipe away the tears that were released from the corners of his eyes by
now. He closed them again. A slight vibration of his cold but smooth
skin finally turned into suppressed sobs, when I slowly bent over to
place a kiss on his trembling lips. He did not kiss me back, nor did he
release his arms that were still folded in front of his chest. His lips
felt as if they were on high voltage, mixed with the salty taste of his
now openly flowing tears.
„You have to talk to me.“ I whispered, hardly able to suppress my own
sobs. „You HAVE to.“
I was much too deranged to realize him gripping my upper arms, and
before I knew what happened, he fiercely jerked me away from him. My
right leg painfully hit the bed frame, and I fell back on the bed,
unable to protect myself from the fall.
„I DON’T HAVE TO DO ANYTHING, JUSTIN!!!“ he yelled. His voice was
high-pitched and almost overturning, but fierce and determined enough
for my heart to fasten its beating.
When I looked up at him again, his eyes were squeezed shut, and he
looked as if he was fighting his own tears that obviously threatened to
finally take over. His lips were shaking with effort as he drew in a
deep breath – alsomost inhaled, actually – and opened his eyes again.
The cold and hateful glace that he had managed to maintain, bore stakes
of fear right into my very soul, and, no matter how hard I tried, I
could not help just lying there. Petrified. Unable to move.
„Just... fucking... leave...“ He hoarsely said.
„But...“ I stammered, completely confused.
„Go. Now.“ He repeated in a tone that almost sounded hurt and
regretful. „I’m sorry, Justin.“
I wanted to talk to him. I really did. But he turned away again and
continued his stare out of our dorm window and into the night, and I
knew that there would be no use at all in trying to get anything out of
him right now.
Slowly and somehow eager to move as quiet as I could, I got up from the
bed and started to get dressed. It was already dark outside, and I did
not know where to go, yet. A quick glace at my watch told me that it
was almost 8 pm, and the only place I could think of right now was the
college‘s cafeteria. I put on my shirt on the way out and slowly
stepped into the dark hallway. No matter what was wrong with him, I
really hoped that Darryl would be willing to talk to me when I got
back. He had to!!!
My mind kept wandering back and forth, reliving the afternoon I had
spent with Darryl. Our soft kiss. The sex.... And, of course, his
strange and cold behaviour afterwards. Why did he say what he did back
then? Did he try to hurt my on purpose? “I’m sorry, Justin” had
been his last words. But what was he sorry for? Why did he treat me
like that if it was something that he felt “sorry” for? Had I done
something wrong? Maybe I had said something that hurt him?
A fierce blow reminded me of upcoming autumn, and I instantly regretted
that I had left our dorm without a jacket. Leaves circled the cold air
around me, and the dull sound of the shaking trees made me speed up,
wishing to get out of this scary-movie-scenario as quick as possible. I
needed warmth. I needed people around me. But most of all, I needed
something to drink. Lots of it, actually.
The lights of the cafeteria already warmly invited me from afar and
tonight, even the notice at the entrance couldn’t hold me back:
“Karaoke Night – your 3.5 minutes of fame”. But what the fuck... It was
far too cold to head back for the dorm now, and the option of meeting
Darryll there wasn’t too cheery, either. So, I walked in, made the fast
way to the bar and ordered a “Long Island Iced Tea” from that 3rd grade
cutie behind it.
The cafeteria was crowded as I had never seen it before, and I wondered
if all those folks just didn’t do lunch or if there were just a lot of
non-Hoverton guys from the village here tonight. Anyway, I took a big
first gulp from my glass and half emptied it. My head already gave a
slight squirm, and it felt the alcoholic warmth streaming into my blood
and starting to circulate through my veins. Even if tonight wasn’t
going to be a party... there sure as hell wouldn’t be any Darryll,
Danny, Ravens or heavy thoughts, either. Just me. And alcohol. And
Only 2 hours later, I found myself lying on wet grass. My face... my
clothes... everything was soaked with rain, and the firce, cold wind
stung on the naked skin of my hands, my face and my chest...
What the hell was I doing here? And where was I, anyway? Fuck... I knew
that getting drunk with an empty stomach had probably not been such a
good idea, but, hey... could you really remember THAT few from what
happened after just 3 or (maybe) 4 Long Islands? Not that I had that
much of experience on that field, but I was pretty sure that at Danny's
last birthday party, I'd had a LOT more alcohol... in fact, I had
suffered like hell... but even now, I definitely remembered a lot more
than the fragmented and somehow shaded little bits that appeared to
have been the last – I took a short but painful look at my
watch´- 2 hours...
Sigh... and there he...
... was, again, kicking the
door wide open with one foot while blancing a bottle of red wine with
one and a 3-armed candlestick with the other hand. The warm light of
the already burning candles made his soft and smooth skin look a little
bit like a bronze statue and that openly loving and boyish grin of his
almost made me blush. Carefully, he put the candlestick and the wine
down on the nightstand and then slowly crawled on the bed, kneeled over
me and playfully pinned my wrists to the matress above my head.
“You know...” he almost
whispered, his face now only inches from mine. “... this is the best
birthday I ever had. Ever!”
Our lips touched almost
accidentally, and the sensation of his hands slowly running down my
arms washed over and electrified me.
“Yeah...” I answered, almost
purring like a kitten, “and it's SO not bad to have an uncle who owns a
cabin like this one! No parents, no disturbance... just you and me
and... uh... maybe just a little too much to drink...”
He giggled. Of course he did.
After all, he'd had about the same “wine level” as me, and obviously,
he was pretty drunk, too.
“Justin...?” he asked,
“You... you'd never hurt me,
I felt a slight squeeze in my
stomach. How on earth could he even ask me something like that?
“No, Danny.” I answered, gently
placing a kiss on his lips. “I love you, and I would never leave you.
Not for ANYone in the world! I promise!”
"That's not what I meant." He
hesitantly whispered. "You'd never actually... HARM me... Would you?"
I felt my eyes fill with tears,
and the shiver that painfully crept down my spine instantly covered my
whole body with goosepumps. I pulled him into the tightest hug I was
capable of and carefully stroked his beautiful blond hair.
"No, Danny." My reply was soft
but determined. "I will never ever harm you, sweety!"
Minutes passed in silence and
slowly, I felt his muscles relax and his breath on my naked chest calm
down to a regular breeze. I was just about to doze off myself when I
felt the wet spot between his cheek and my naked skin.
"Yes, you will." he silently
sobbed. "But I love you, anyway..."
Thanks to all the wine at the
party, sleep overcame me even before I could wonder about what he could
have meant. The only thing I pretty much knew was that I probably
wouldn't remember this conversation in the morning.
Some hours later,...
... my eyes suddenly flew open again and, to my surprise, the pain that
electrified my body as I lifted my torso and rose up to my elbows
wasn't as bad as I had feared it to be.
The rain shaded my view, but when I pinched my eyes to focus on where I
was, I could clearly make out a shadow that was quickly moving in my
direction. Whoever that was, he had to be running straight towards me,
because he (or she) was getting closer by the second. I knew perfectly
well that, in my present state, I was easy prey for whoever might have
felt like attacking me. Every muscle in my wasted and worn out body
clenched painfully tight at the thought of having to defend myself
against that ever nearer coming stranger. I had experienced so much
pain... so many nightmares... so much of the most unspeakable evil in
those last few weeks that the mere sight of some stranger running
towards me on a rainy night like this - out here in the middle of
fucking nowhere - didn't exactly lead my mind to any option I would
normally have sat and waited for. But unfortunately, I was in no
condition to chose, now, was I?
I heard the wet sound of the fierce rain, that kept relentlessly
falling on the grass around me, mix with the heavy going breath of the
stranger who had now come to an exhausted halt about 5 meters away from
where I was lying, still paralyzed and too scared to move a single
inch. He bent forwards and placed his hands on his knees. Obviously, he
(because from the masculine figure of his somewhat nearer shadow I knew
now that it had to be male) was trying to regain the breath he had
spent on his run to where I was lying in the grass.
"Hey... Are you okay?" I heard him asking me, breathless but
nevertheless concerned. His voice would have sounded familiar to me if
that sharp, stinging pain in my bones had not lamed my senses, I guess.
I was as okay as you could be after finding yourself lying outside in
the middle of a rainstorm, and I was going to tell him. But before I
even had the chance, lightning struck full force. Twice, to be precise.
At first, there was the natural one, setting the whole scenery aglow
with its ghostly bright light for about half a second, tops. But it was
long enough for me to see his face... and for the second lightning to
strike! It hit me the very second our eyes connected, and the shock on
his face told me that he got struck, too.
"Justin...?" He disbelievingly sobbed, and from the shaking of his
voice I could clearly visualize the sight of his bright blue eyes
slowly filling with tears. After all, I had seen those tears before.
Somehow, I managed to get up, determined to ignore the almost
unbearable pain that set every bone in my worn out body on fire. I took
a few steps in his direction and reached up with my right hand to
softly touch his cheek. The vibration of his suppressed sobs made me
pull him into my arms instinctively, and finally, I held him tight
enough to absorb and share his shaking completely. I gave him all the
time he needed to helplessly cry on my shoulder, before I carefully
took his hand and we both walked through the park back towards Hoverton
College without saying a word.
"... and then he told me how sorry he was that the doctors didn't
succeed in bringing you back." I finished my side of the story. Of
course, I left out most of the strange and mysterious parts. After all,
I didn't want to scare him off or - which would have been even worse -
to make him think that I had gone totally insane over my loss of him.
We lay on my bed in Darryl's and my dorm, both of us in our boxers and
tightly cuddled arm in arm under the sheets in order to warm up.
Fortunately, Darryl had been gone when we arrived. All his clothes and
personal things had been removed from the room, too, so that it was
pretty obvious that he had left for good after that nasty scene some
hours ago. But right now, I couldn't have cared less. The only
important thing was that Danny was back. My sweet, adorable Danny for
whose loss I had cried and suffered all through the past few weeks!
"And that's it?" he asked me, his eyes pinched in slight disbelieve.
"That's really all you know about what's going on here?"
"Well... pretty much, yeah..." I hesitated. How much could I tell him
without risking to freak him out? How much could he take? "The rest is
"... weird?" he finished my sentence.
"That's it, yeah... weird..." I nodded my head, carefully, trying to
make it sound as casual as possible. "Though actually, I'm pretty sure
that 'weird' doesn't even begin to cover it."
"I guess I know what you mean." he quietly answered, a shadow of
sadness suddenly darkening his beautiful face.
So, I made up my mind and finally told him all the mysterious and
horrifying rest. I told him about my visions of him warning me to keep
away from „them“, about the speaking raven... and, of course, I also
told him about the night I had watched him die and how Darryl had asked
me that one question, that whirled through my head again once more, now
that what he had offered me back then had came true.
Of course, I didn't really expect Danny to believe all that I had told
him. I mean, how could ANYone believe a story like mine?
He didn't show any reaction at all - except from a glance of sadness
that had become more and more visible in the run of my story. Somehow,
I was relieved that at least, I didn't have to look into his eyes while
I told him. I was sitting upright in my bed, now, with my back leaned
against the dorm wall behind it and Danny lying in my arms before me,
the back of his head gently resting on my chest.
He took a deep breath.
"Well..." he started, "seems like I know a whole deal more about all
this than you do."
He slowly lifted himself from off my chest and faced me with an
expression of serious concern. The blue colour of his eyes seemed to be
brighter than I had ever seen it before, probably from the still
invisible tears he would soon be crying. After what must have been more
than a minute of facing each other silently, he finally bent forward to
kiss my lips. It was the softest kiss I had ever experienced, hardly
more than a warm breeze rushing by my face, but yet powerfull enough to
make emotinal waves splash the shores of my very soul about which I had
almost forgotten over the last few weeks. God, how I loved him... his
eyes... his smile... in fact, I even loved those deep curves that
always spread around his cute, pouty mouth when he was mad at
someone... And even when I looked at him right now - all worn out,
exhausted and obviously even thinner than when Darryl and I had found
him dead in the roses of Hoverton Park - I realized that he was the
most beautiful thing that I had ever seen. Carefully, I brushed his
soft cheek with my right hand and watched his eyes close and his head
smoothly sway into my touch, somehow absorbing every inch of it.
And that was when I realized the first tear flowing down his face - the
first of many more to come, tonight.
"Please, Justin..." he hoarsely whispered, his voice ready to break any
second, now. „Please don't hate me for what I'm going to tell you now.“
to be continued
Hey guys, I
finally did it! *throws-a-big-party*
"Generation V - Part IV:
uncensored, at last... ;-)
already working my hardest at the next
Be prepared for the terrifying
truth about Danny's return,
for Darryl's next move and, of
for an ancient prophecy that's killing
for being fulfilled..
Look out for
V: part V - The Brotherhood"
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