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ᕼᗩᐯE YOᑌ ᒪOᔕT YOᑌᖇ ᗰIᑎᗪ?

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"Yes."

"Have you lost your kind mind sir?", Eunuch Macau asks me sternly, but still with courtesy. I could tell he instantly rejected his choice of words. I laugh.

"Yes.", I respond with a sly grin, while circling my stygian bullion bedroom with my hands crossed behind my back, with a high and almighty chin.

"B-but, kind sir, Pete is made of man." Macau swallowed deeply that last word, shifting his quite enlarged whale head to the floor immediately. This coward.

"Pete? Made of man? How come I haven't noticed this unfortunate phenomenon?!", I falsely gasp, and bring my hand to my forehead orchestrating a theatrical faint. Where was my audience? I deserved a boutique of roses, claps, and standing ovations.

Macau was terribly conflicted, sweat and defeat molded his face sweetly, I knew in this very moment he wished he would of sealed those lips, forever and ever. And I did too, that coward.

"Kind sir! Please do not faint, oh sir!", he dashes towards my aura like a bolt of lighting, I almost didn't see him run or fly...who knows what that silly boy did.

"Kind sir! Please!", he quickly rested his small hands behind my back, supporting my heavy weight from the floor.

I was evil, so to add a more dramatic filter to really cause him panic, I started to slowly shut my eyes, pretending to see the gates of heaven...

"Macau."

"Yes! Kind! Sir!"

"Macau...." Cough.

"Oh, no..."

Cough.

Cough.

"Kind sir!"

"Remember when I told you....I-I wanted to go stargazing t-t-to see the b-brightest s-sstar." cough. I squeezed his tiny hands...to really get into character.

" Yes, kind sir." Macau's breathing got uncontrollably hectic, I thought his heart was going to pop, and flood the whole ground of pigment red...I almost felt bad for him, but I loved this more. Torturing him of course. Suffer you coward.

I accidentally snickered, after eyeing him with one half-opened optic. He looked like a molded tomato, dead. Ha. Ugly creature.

"Sir?"

"Mm." I cleared my voice, shutting my half opened eye, and going back to playing the faint. "There is no need for that anymore, my poor child." My grip on his hands get even more tighter and aggressive. Smirk.

"What?!"

"S-stargazing..."

"What?" this coward questions me?

"S-sstargazing, my dear, lovely, bright, sun child" My mouth and stomach almost erupted with spew. I twitched my face, trying to prevent the nausea that was spreading to my throat.

"No, no why?"

"What." This cowardly child was testing my limits, what did he mean by that phrase that rolled out of his jaw? Did he really want to get butchered and eaten by the cows?

"Why?"

"What."

"I mean my kind sir, with all honesty you...I mean "we", were never going to be able to do that anyways." This COWARD.

"What." I had nothing more to say, but "what", I was mind blown from this atrocity.

"You know...you're the king, people don't like you very much." He was definitely playing with me.

"Okay.....your point?"

"You'd be dead."

No, but he was about to be dead.

You wouldn't be able to believe what this coward

happened to do next. He, he, he I can't even say it, it's too monstrous. That monster child. That devils spawn...that creature from outer-space. He- he LAUGHS. god.

"Macau..."

"I'm so-sorry mean, I mean kind sir..." He wouldn't stop laughing nor smiling!

"I mean look at you, one step out of this bedroom at night even day." The coward snorts.

"Macau..."

"You'd- you'd be gone, gone like a wooden arrow caught in the wind." He demonstrates with his boney, unstructured hands my solitude death, bringing his hand up to his neck, playfully cutting.

I snap my fingers. Sitting up straight, cracking my neck, knuckles, and back all perfectly.

An awkward seriousness powdered with silence starts to fade into our existence. Causing me to grow quite, bored, unimpressed.

"So, Macau you were saying...?"

He gives an awkward laugh once more.

"Kind sir, I thought you were dying...you know...by the way you almost fainted, I basically flew to save you." He tries to reason with me, boring.

"Okay.."

"You could of died if your head hit that floor, I mean look at it, it's plated in gold." He says whilst pointing at the floor, and using his shoe to poke at it. "See."

"No."

"But you do know what Macau, I'm feeling a lot better."

"That's great!" Coward.

"Yea."

"Yea."

"Mhm."

"And, I really, really want to go on a walk, hopefully I don't get potentially killed haha." I laugh abruptly loud.

"Like the way you described, gone like a wooden arrow caught in the what, what was it again?"

"Um", Macau clears his disgusting throat of his. " in the air, kind sir."

"Great", I smile. "I'm terrified...are you sure you're not an assassin?"

"Ha, no!" He looks at me for a while with panic.

I start walking towards the bedroom door, guiding suspiciously, hands behind my back, high chin and obviously with 'something' up my sleeves. Ha.

"Kind sir." Macau stops behind me.

"About Pete."

He has all my attention, but still hasn't made me turn around to face that disappointment of a face. Ha.

"You deserve to be happy....and, if Pete is who you worship and adore, I understand fully."

Good. That's all I wanted to hear, and even if I didn't hear it this day or at all, it would still be all good.

"Thank you....my friend."

Macau was a friend, not only just a friend, but a very special one to me. We were destined to be together as friends, brothers, since birth. You see, Macau's mother used to take care of mines from day, to noon, till the sun would die and rise up all over again. Macau's mother was dedicated to my mother's life, until both of their deaths. And, now Macau will forever be dedicated to my life, and I shall forever be for his life also. The bond they had, is what we have now too. It's what they would of wanted.

As we walked from out behind those gold casted bedroom doors, the Thailand sunlight like never before soaked us, rained on us, baptized us. It was a blessing, a nurturing that I loved so very sincerely, and swept into my head like a book. I loved every inch of it. So much that I couldn't help but to think of my love, that I was going to see on this very day, this very moment. My Pete, was the light that rained on me right there, appearing in front of me like an angel guiding the light to me. It was Pete.

I ran so fast to my love that was light, that I flew. I wondered if he wondered how I got to him so fast, because I did. And, I still do. Running up to him, embracing all of his light, baring within his arms. I looked back to the stalker Macau while holding Pete, and flashed him a look of annoyance and dismay. I whispered, and blew these words into air to him "he's all mine.", he did the same back. "I know...but not for long." That coward, SMIRKED.

And, I remember that beautiful day ending with me throwing Macau into the cows sewage, it truly 'twas a beauteous day. And, for the first time in my entire life..Macau didn't look so hideous surprisingly, he actually looked quite cute. I couldn't stop smiling, he had so much cow shit running down his face, it was quite beautiful.

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And, like that Pete smashes his blush lips into mines, eating me, like eve ate the apple.

Adam and Eve, we were.

Fuck.

My intestines were heating up like the sun, and my brain was spilling in half like a cum coconut filled with intrusive thoughts, labyrinth of libido. In this heat I was riding my sex-drive like the waves captured in the skies, and the horses over the horizon line. It was my malnutrition of sex. I needed Pete to milk my rainbow, while I milked his dried. Slurping. I needed all of him, as he needed all of I. So we worked together, like Bonnie and Clyde, two jokers dancing alike underneath Gotham city lights. Smirk.

Our kiss has deepen rapidly reverb with nasty colonial sounds that invested itself in the grasps of our throats, oh how graphic this mouth sex is. Slowly, opening my closed eyes that were glued in nut and lust, I direct them to my lovers whose were shut sharply in what looked like stiffness. I run my soft cold electric fingers over his eyelids, bringing my mouth to them, whispering...

"Don't be like that, mm...loosen up" I wanted him to feel comfortable, I wanted him to know that it was okay to want to fuck me out of my soul right now. I wanted to do the same to him.

But, he only stiffened, pushing my fingers away from his eyes, and bringing his soft lips closer to mines, ripping his hands through my matted hair. My love was hectic.

The intimacy was high, so high it almost touched the moon that sang onto us that night. I wanted to embrace him furthermore, so I grabbed him by his ass making his dick twitch against mines, roughly. I liked this, oh did I like this. When I felt his sole tiny instrument rub against mines, it felt like rubbing sticks together to start a fire, the friction was electrical. It tickled and tickled all over again, on the very tip top of my dick's cracks. The way I wined and grind my hips and ass into his dick, with that old-fashioned circular motion was gold.

"I know you like that..." I whispered onto his ears, later biting onto those flips of earlobes, ravishing.

"L-like w-what?" my love stumbled over his words cutely, the way his lips shivered was one of my favorites.

Attacking him more, I clutched his ass deeper inside my bare hands, giving them a sweet twist and pull. Pinching the fuck out of that ass, Pete jumped and shook at the foreign touch, causing a grin to slide across my face.

"That..."

I pinched his ass more sourly, wanting the same exotic reaction. And, after the few times I pinched him firstly, he didn't show me one, so I did it over again...

"Why are you so quiet, my love?" He was so quiet, I almost forgot he was there, pinching his ass more fiercer, losing all of my patience that god has gifted me with.

" I want to hear you." I wanted to hear you, my eyes were now flaking all over his bod, sharply and attentively.

Pete was so stiff, with closed curtained eyes that were beaded back into his mind. I could tell he was on a different dimension that was so afar from this one, I wanted to bring him back.

"Pete..." He didn't say anything.

"Pete..." No answer, my love has touched yonder's worlds.

"Alright, if you want it like this..so be it." And, like that I ripped my hands from off his warm ass, causing him to squeak and scrunch his nose, and brought my solitude plastered hands inside his drawls, to his hot dick that was cupped up. Ripping his pants off, leaving my love's butt naked. Grounding Pete's dick that seated like a princess in my demeanor...

"So obedient..", I say softly over his dick, eyeing that princess like a predator, wanting to lick it. And, so I did. Bending down into the pond water, eyeing that flute, and directing it to my loose tongue that rolled out like a carpet. Leaving one stroke of wetness on his drum, Pete hissed abruptly loud...

Pete started to fidget loudly, grabbing all of my attention to him, making me lock my eyes to his newly freshen opened ones that laid so low, low..

My love looking down to me, was like an angel opening his wings to comfort me. I felt safe and lucid. I swear he started to levitate and glow-

"Vega-"

"Yes!" All my consciousness was electrocuted back into me.

"You can stop...I don't think I want to-" Before he could say anymore lies, I cupped his dick into my hands and shoved them into my watery mouth...all the way to the back. I could feel my eyes being peeled like a banana, I was at a high adrenaline of fever sex. I was sick. Grabbing a hold of his ass, to support my mouth that was being drugged of hot liquid, was a struggle I was willing to take.

"Vega-" The gushy sounds was like music to my ears, they wouldn't stop gushing, the flute wouldn't stop milking, and my mouth wouldn't stop watering, it was ethereal. Rolling my eyes to the back of my head was a sport, with such a small dick colliding into the atmosphere of my mouth. This prince, was deliciously frightening.

"Ugh- Vegas!" Gushy, Gushy sounds romancing from the choir of my throat, ugh! Fill my throat whole Pete, Milk me! Milk me! I applied more pressure to my hands on his ass, pulling them narrower into the centre of tongue, slip slip and to my head that pounced of the walls of his jungled pubes, religiously.

"Ah! Vegas! Ouch! My dick feels like it's swelling! Ah!" My love wasn't wrong, when my tongue left his dick to eye his instrument...it was red sore, pulsing like a heart, it just wouldn't stop. Pulse. It was beautiful art, enchanted I brought my mouth back to his dick-

"No, stop get up." He shoved my head away.

What?

He left me there cold in that water, with cum swirling from the corners of my mouth.

Pete stared at me, blankly.

"Ha, okay let's go inside." Pete says with such soft demeanor, brushing hisself off, and applying his pants back on quickly, it ticks me off, is he making a joke of me?

What?

"What..." I couldn't believe it. After his eyes left mines blankly, he starts to walk away, with the fiddles of the water following him, injecting all of him...

I just looked at him.

"Come on, let's go."

I sat in this pond water retracing seconds of reality that just stormed all over me. I licked, sucked, fucked on his dick...and he leaves me cold, here?

"Pete, where are you going.."

"....I'm going inside, I'm feeling a little bit tired and col-"

I raise my hand into the air striking the last word to come out his mouth.

"Don't even say that word, how dare you try and use that word, as you see me sitting here feeling and looking that 'word'." I'm hurt.

"My king. What are you talking about?"

"Huh?!" Am I just too delusion for you Pete? I don't understand why you just can't understand, when I need you to understand. I am too delusion for you.

"What are you talking about, my king?" He has the audacity to call me 'his' king...just like that? Like nothing happened just a few seconds ago, like his dick wasn't just shoved down my throat!

"What do you mean, what am I talking about Pete?" He stares at me with the same look in his eyes.

He smiles faintly, " I don't know, what is going on here." Oh, please!

"Oh, Please!" I scream.

"Why do you act like this when you're with me? I don't understand you, help me understand you."

Pete eyes seems to grow darker.

"It's like every time you're with me, you distance yourself...every time." He does.

"What do I do, my love?"

Silence..

"You do nothing, my king." Bullshit.

"Shit, that's SHIT!" I wish he would just tell me the truth. I'm sick and tired of being barricaded from him, I just want him to let me in.

"What is my king?"

"The lies...the dirty lies that rolls from out of the utter in that stomach!" I point at his stomach.

"What lies, my king?"

"...I don't even know." I'm tired.

"Come here."

I point at where I stand, with no emotion casted in my eyes anymore.

"We are going to finish what we started."

When those words spilled from out of my mouth, Pete's face and world darkened.

"Because, I am the king....right?"