What Lies Beneath
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
4
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958
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
What Lies Beneath
Warnings: I’m quite new at writing slash, frankly. This fic contains violence and some gore. If you don’t like boys lusting after boys, then shoo! Go away! There will be rape, but waaaayyy later. Sorry for you guys who crave that…
Disclaimer: Mine damnit! No touchie, unless you wanna use these bishies in one of your stories. I’ll read it then and review…
What Lies Beneath
Prologue
People call me a savior of humanity. I’m a messiah for the people on earth guaranteeing them freedom. Some have idolized me as a god, and some simply acknowledge me, some shun me as another hopeless selfish politician, and some envy me for my fame and fortune. So who am I really?
In truth, I am, a very simple man. For starters, I would like to remind you that I am the image that people make of me poorly matches with the truth. In fact, I am far from perfect. I have gone through trial and error and made mistakes. I do not want you to start praising me for what I have done, because many of my mistakes have cost others much grief.
As for how I look, you have probably seen the many screen ads and the virtual com stations speaking about me, flashing my picture in the crowded airbus stations, the local bars, the banquet rooms and such. I am a rather popular political figure. I am not extraordinarily tall, rather of average height. But I guess what sets me off from others are my smoldering green eyes always contrasting so ferociously with my jet-black hair. I keep it long and often loose, relishing the weight of it on my back and around my neck. In the body department, I can indulge and say I am trim, fit and healthy. Maybe a little on the skinny side, but that is what I want others to think of me.
So I guess I might as well tell my name after a quick survey of my looks. My name is Nick Lawless. Pretty unimpressive, huh? You’d think a Lawless would be a rebel without a cause. That ironic thought strikes me as wildly funny. I was a rebel once but I always had a cause. My life has always been steered towards a cause, because without one, I am just nothing: a mere tool.
I let my emerald eyes wander over the tall floating skyscrapers. After leaving the vestiges of the earth due to overload of waste and pollution, we have aimed for the sky. We humans, the supreme race have conquered land, water and insane climates, but never the skies, until a few decades ago. We now live amidst the cerulean domes. Pedestrian bridges connect many of the buildings.
The convention center at Deltoid city is proud to receive me for a speech I am about to give to greet them as new President. The lounge I am relaxing in is carpeted crimson, with black designs and the walls are discreet ivory. My personal bodyguard, who also happens to be my lover smiles across from me, leaning forwards to take my hand. He wears his suit well with shades he has taken a habit to wear.
“What are you thinking about, oh, my fearless leader?” His mocking voice resonates deep and smooth as he takes his shades off just for me. He stands taller than me with leaner muscles but without the graceless bulkiness of weight champions. His chocolate hair brazen with caramel hangs straight, cut in a bob reaching below the earlobes.
“Oh nothing.” The air escapes from my lungs in a weary sigh. Lately, I’ve been pondering my past far too much for someone who is supposed to lead a country especially one who has created it on his own. “Just reminiscing about the past.” My lover reaches forwards again, pushing away a strand of my hair, while his golden orbs draw me in.
“Nick, no matter what happened before, there was nothing you could do to prevent their deaths.”
I bite my lip down with the pain that his words elicit. Because of them I still relive what I tried to forget for so long. Them: my best friends Jordan and Selina; my companions in this whole adventure that has torn me apart. There is not one day that my aching heart forgets to cry out in anguished guilt. That is my nature. I am too caring for my own good. I let his lips overtake my pain and his tongue traces my lips, demanding entrance.
My daze still remains as he pushes me back, eyeing me with stern admonition. “You have to remember that your people are counting on you. You are for them, the hope after the destructive corruption that has occurred.”
I nod slipping a hand across the table to grasp his as the door cracks open. I heave in a breath as one of the coordinators latches off a few orders from his comm. Link attached at his ear.
“Mr. President, you’re on in three minutes.” He raises a brow at Seth, but says nothing else. The latter taps my back, escorting me to the backstage of the podium.
I feel his warm breath fluttering in my neck and I give an involuntary shiver. “Go and kick ass, Nick. We’re all counting on you.”
Gulping and readying my papers, I make last adjustments with my personal assistant and he dusts off imaginary lint from my shoulders. I can hear across the curtain the buzz of lively conversation, the cheers and the cries. Despite my usual confidence, I freeze in the moment. Millions of eyes will be set on me. I cannot have stage fright now. Not when I worked so much for this. Security personnel keep eyes on me, Seth never too far away. The curtain draws and I ask myself. Is this what I really want?
TBC…
I’d appreciate reviews so that I can upload the next chapter…
Disclaimer: Mine damnit! No touchie, unless you wanna use these bishies in one of your stories. I’ll read it then and review…
What Lies Beneath
Prologue
People call me a savior of humanity. I’m a messiah for the people on earth guaranteeing them freedom. Some have idolized me as a god, and some simply acknowledge me, some shun me as another hopeless selfish politician, and some envy me for my fame and fortune. So who am I really?
In truth, I am, a very simple man. For starters, I would like to remind you that I am the image that people make of me poorly matches with the truth. In fact, I am far from perfect. I have gone through trial and error and made mistakes. I do not want you to start praising me for what I have done, because many of my mistakes have cost others much grief.
As for how I look, you have probably seen the many screen ads and the virtual com stations speaking about me, flashing my picture in the crowded airbus stations, the local bars, the banquet rooms and such. I am a rather popular political figure. I am not extraordinarily tall, rather of average height. But I guess what sets me off from others are my smoldering green eyes always contrasting so ferociously with my jet-black hair. I keep it long and often loose, relishing the weight of it on my back and around my neck. In the body department, I can indulge and say I am trim, fit and healthy. Maybe a little on the skinny side, but that is what I want others to think of me.
So I guess I might as well tell my name after a quick survey of my looks. My name is Nick Lawless. Pretty unimpressive, huh? You’d think a Lawless would be a rebel without a cause. That ironic thought strikes me as wildly funny. I was a rebel once but I always had a cause. My life has always been steered towards a cause, because without one, I am just nothing: a mere tool.
I let my emerald eyes wander over the tall floating skyscrapers. After leaving the vestiges of the earth due to overload of waste and pollution, we have aimed for the sky. We humans, the supreme race have conquered land, water and insane climates, but never the skies, until a few decades ago. We now live amidst the cerulean domes. Pedestrian bridges connect many of the buildings.
The convention center at Deltoid city is proud to receive me for a speech I am about to give to greet them as new President. The lounge I am relaxing in is carpeted crimson, with black designs and the walls are discreet ivory. My personal bodyguard, who also happens to be my lover smiles across from me, leaning forwards to take my hand. He wears his suit well with shades he has taken a habit to wear.
“What are you thinking about, oh, my fearless leader?” His mocking voice resonates deep and smooth as he takes his shades off just for me. He stands taller than me with leaner muscles but without the graceless bulkiness of weight champions. His chocolate hair brazen with caramel hangs straight, cut in a bob reaching below the earlobes.
“Oh nothing.” The air escapes from my lungs in a weary sigh. Lately, I’ve been pondering my past far too much for someone who is supposed to lead a country especially one who has created it on his own. “Just reminiscing about the past.” My lover reaches forwards again, pushing away a strand of my hair, while his golden orbs draw me in.
“Nick, no matter what happened before, there was nothing you could do to prevent their deaths.”
I bite my lip down with the pain that his words elicit. Because of them I still relive what I tried to forget for so long. Them: my best friends Jordan and Selina; my companions in this whole adventure that has torn me apart. There is not one day that my aching heart forgets to cry out in anguished guilt. That is my nature. I am too caring for my own good. I let his lips overtake my pain and his tongue traces my lips, demanding entrance.
My daze still remains as he pushes me back, eyeing me with stern admonition. “You have to remember that your people are counting on you. You are for them, the hope after the destructive corruption that has occurred.”
I nod slipping a hand across the table to grasp his as the door cracks open. I heave in a breath as one of the coordinators latches off a few orders from his comm. Link attached at his ear.
“Mr. President, you’re on in three minutes.” He raises a brow at Seth, but says nothing else. The latter taps my back, escorting me to the backstage of the podium.
I feel his warm breath fluttering in my neck and I give an involuntary shiver. “Go and kick ass, Nick. We’re all counting on you.”
Gulping and readying my papers, I make last adjustments with my personal assistant and he dusts off imaginary lint from my shoulders. I can hear across the curtain the buzz of lively conversation, the cheers and the cries. Despite my usual confidence, I freeze in the moment. Millions of eyes will be set on me. I cannot have stage fright now. Not when I worked so much for this. Security personnel keep eyes on me, Seth never too far away. The curtain draws and I ask myself. Is this what I really want?
TBC…
I’d appreciate reviews so that I can upload the next chapter…