My Heart Goes Out To You

The next chapter… I’m getting tired of this… I have absolutely no idea to write as an author’s note here. I’m not writing a fanfic, so I don’t need a disclaimer and I’m pretty dead. Maybe my life will return in the upcoming chapters… Read and Review, you know the drill, people.

Chapter VII: Happy Days…

Oh, happy days… why have you forsaken me? The deader I become, the more you return in my reminisce. I have taken so much out already, can I give you anymore so we can begin? I have no feelings, and am that of a hollow shell begging needlessly to be broken.
My skies are dark and damp… doubles every day. In sickness all I shall gain is a miserable helping. Oh, happy days… my life is over. All I have are forgotten memories…
That of blithe, joyful… happy days.
—By: Sadistic a.k.a. Valen_of_Darkness/Miki/Fallen


Consumption was that as he expected as he walked into the room. Emotion is dead, he thought drearily. What else could die with it? Maxwell made him consider himself as a possibility, but now the thought was pushed out of his mind as utility came in on financial input.
Tory exhaled in a quick second, for he would never get the chance to again. His shift had begun and it would end in a series of hours. To think that his wandering mind would soon leave him unemployed…
“Tory, are you in there somewhere?”
The voice enthralled him to no end as he came to an awed realization. What he would give to dance upon those luscious lips of Maxwell. Totally dumbfounded, Tory began to roam his brain for something audible to his own ears. Words, time, life seemed to stop at the simper of him.
“M-Maxwell…?”
“Would you like to go out tonight?” was his careless reply. Indeed, it was quite a show to witness the boy’s bewildered and surprised front, he could not resist coming to see it again. He was simply stunning with how pathetic he could be at his arrival.
“W-What? Go out t-tonight? W-What are y-you doing here…? I-I thought…”
He trailed off, realization of the foolish words about to drop off of his tongue. There was no way he’d live things down angering Maxwell, especially after their third meeting, abrupt as it may.
“What did you think?” was Maxwell’s challenge. “I can’t see you while you’re working…hard and probably fast as well?”
“Maxwell, I’m really busy, maybe we could catch up later or something…”
“I just asked if you wanted to go out with me tonight.”
Inevitable, was it not, how he remained so innocently absorbed. The boy was begging to be taken on the table, on the floor, anywhere—but Maxwell would have wait for the time being seeing as he was purely ‘inexperienced’ as a boy could be.
“T-Tonight…?”
“Honestly, why do I have to repeat myself?”
“W-Where would we go…?” He began to trail off again as he subtly changed the topic.
“I wanted to make you dinner tonight, darling,” was Maxwell’s sweet reply. “Your shift ends at seven, so I’ll expect you then.”
“D-Darling? I—”
“Tory, would you please stop playing hard to get? Are we going or not?” Impatience streaked its way to his icy surface, hence his true motives appear. Definite was it, that Tory would be pounded into no matter how cute he tried to play… Maxwell was not up for such petty innocence.
“Alright,” Tory accepted without thinking. The words were intended to please Maxwell, soothe him at least, but not to fulfill themselves. Could he not be anything less than compulsive? Only then, did he realize that he could not, nor ignore the sinking aches of his swollen erection.
The lips of such a beauty curled seductively into a cool grin, as the words slipped out. Instantly, Tory felt his heart take a dive. His penis began to burn at the sight of him. If only they could be alone that very moment.
The smile was but not cheerily returned, but lingered in the depths of pure sorrow behind it. Maxwell was all but taken aback at this, he had already figured the boy had something wrong with him. But what was it that tainted him so—the disregards of his newfound affection? The crisp depth he felt when he kissed his lips? The confinements of their financial status? Perhaps, the embarrassment of working at such a pitiful job?
Hastily, he removed the last one as it appeared that Tory took a liking to books. He would purchase one for him, to cheer him up for the evening, maybe then he would be more joyous upon their current ‘love’. Casually, Maxwell put another smile.
“You look so cute when you’re conservative, Tory,” was his likable response.
“Conservative? I…thank… You look hot… wait a minute…”
“I’ll see you tonight then?” he brushed off, ignoring his slight repercussion. He threw him a lewd look and leaned closer into his awaiting lips.
Erotic were his kisses, but sinful were his looks. Tory could not help melting into him. Never had he felt so…so… impulsive. Nor had he felt so uplifted by anyone… If only the obvious and cool consequences did not appear so morose, he could enjoy his love with no dolor at all.
With one final lick, the two males pulled away for oxygen. Tory looking absolutely breathless; Maxwell looking completely roved. If this rush was what brought about his obsessive lust towards him, he would relish the feel of him tonight. He could not wait…
“Till tonight, Tory,” was his casual reply. With that, he stalked out of the cool building, leaving Tory to await his mused wake…and harsh price to pay…


Hours lay bereft of nothing but hasty time. Anticipation sought its way into the eyes of Maxwell allowing him to receive any physical task. He had left himself preoccupied since he had stepped foot into his bared apartment.
Known, was he not, to Tory’s lusts and food choices. His only resource was the clean thoughts of seduction and what would be necessary. Well prepared, was that of the bedroom’s wrongs—it was made for sin, leaving a cool shapeless bottle of lotion on its nightstand for later activities.
Maxwell hardly considered them to reach so far, as the boy was irresistible. Lain strewn were those of bed sheets by his blazing fireplace as was another bottle of possible lubricant. The food could reach there as well, but he was not to take that too lightly.
Upon the made table was that of fine Netherlander wine and cheese, with the side of six sodas aligned in a diced pattern. Things were still indefinite to Tory, as he would be surprised at such an exotic main course—only he would be the best of all desserts.
A knock at his door, led Maxwell away from his lusty thoughts and to the hosting of a long and hot night. It was 7:25, but Tory was excused to be fashionably late as he would soon be in for a wild night.
“Tory, I was beginning to think you’d fail to make it,” he lied. Of course, he’d make it, he’d dare not disappoint him.
“I’m sorry I’m late, I just…was kind of …busy…but I wouldn’t miss a date with you for anything.” Freshwater urged itself to the moist of his eyes as he analyzed the hideous truth behind his statement—just what would be called ‘anything’?
“I’m flattered, come in, did you have any trouble finding the place?”
“No… the manager at the front desk told me where to find you… he doesn’t really seem to like you very much…”
“That old fart doesn’t like anyone, but I can’t blame him for being jealous of your looks,” he lied again. The old man was known for his kindness as well as his simple acceptance of high paid rent. He could not stand the complaints and antics of Maxwell as it was clear to see Tory was indeed an innocent.
“Do you want to eat first? We could…play around for a little while,” he smiled devilishly.
“I’m pretty hungry,” he gulped, swiftly taking a seat at the striking dinner table. It looked as if cooking was yet another of Maxwell’s obvious talents as well as his looks. He looked absolutely, delectable.
“Alright then,” Maxwell smiled. “Do you want any…appetizers?”
“I… Appetizers?” Apparent was it of Tory’s arousal as his cheeks took on a deadly shade of red at his double meaning.
“You’ve got the honest schoolboy act down, Tory, I never would’ve figured you’d be so drastic…” was his tease.
“W-What? What act? I… I don’t want any…Appetizers, that is… thanks…”
“I made something special for dinner,” came Maxwell’s subtle response. He was on direct target on changing the topic—anything he did was sure to catch Tory’s attention.
“Really? What is it?”
Inadvertent, were those of Maxwell’s features as his lips curled into a dangerous grin. There was no hiding he had conceived a devious thought entering his mind, and how devious it was with Tory right across from him.
“See if you can guess,” was his cryptic order. “Close your eyes.”
“What?” Blandly, Tory’s eyes widened at the sudden transition from hearty home-cooked dinner to heartless household kinks.
“Close your eyes,” he repeated more stern.
Deft was that of any resistance as Tory’s eyelids swiftly swished closed. How could anyone refuse Maxwell… for any particular reason at all? There was no regret to Tory as soft lips descended upon his and swept him away.
“Maxwell…” came his heated response.
“Shh, Tory,” was Maxwell’s tender rule. Things had gotten hot already and the fireplace was nowhere close by!
“M-Max—” His plea was drowned out by the tasty lips of Maxwell as well as the deformed demands of nervous outcries.
“Let’s go to the fireplace, darling,” Maxwell panted in between their lips.
“N-No…”
“Yes, come…”
‘Tis wasn’t surprising with the newfound discovery of Tory’s reluctant rebuttal. The boy sat firmly in his chair, declining any intimacy of the sort with no movement. Maxwell’s caring attempt at caressing his hands was lost to sad pensive.
“I can’t… I can’t do this.”
Maxwell fought the urge to strike him in pure idiocy with the benefit of a doubt; logical rationalism held him down… or was it the clutches of Tory’s hands on his?
“What do you mean?” He asked innocently.
“I mean… we can do this another time… I-I have to go, I came to tell to you that I…” Tory cut himself off before calmly continuing.
“I couldn’t stay without making an appearance for you… Thank you for everything… I—Maybe we could see a movie sometime in the week? To make up for this.”
“I’d like that,” came Maxwell’s somewhat sincere answer.
Partially, he had just said he didn’t want him in his pants tonight, while he’d sketchily stated he’d made semblance for his delight in spite of his plans. How sweet… had he snuck out? That would explain the new looking red welt upon the tear of his shoulder. Unconsciously, Tory shrugged to cover its value.
“Okay then,” Tory smiled. “I know where the door is…”
“I’ll show you anyway.” Maxwell’s casual insistence made Tory blush as they walked toward the mundane doorway of the crisp apartment.
“I’ll see tomorrow then, love,” Maxwell smiled.
“T-Tomorrow then,” Tory offered. His heart nearly flew out of his chest as he felt a firmness tighten around his arm.
“Forgetting again, are we?” A voice came inside his ear.
“F-Forgetting? Forgetting what…? I didn’t—” Lest he knew the obvious, ‘twas drowned by his reply.
Soft luxurious lips embraced his own as Maxwell’s hands entwined themselves at the nape of his waist. All was forgotten as Tory let himself be carried into the sweet depths of Maxwell’s oblivion.
Gingerly, he slid his timid hands to Maxwell’s silky skin, entangling them at his neck. Such liveliness was lost as the boys pulled away for damned oxygen. Tory made no show of disappointment but that of repent. Maxwell was bewildered to the notion, why was he so somber; he would see him again soon—this was incredulous to Tory’s usual happy moods.
“Thanks for reminding me,” Tory whispered to him, bashful. “I… I promise I won’t forget again.”
“I’ll remind you either way.”
Tory gave a weak smile and headed to leave, not offering a word of goodbye. Maxwell dismissed the gesture: he was merely taken aback with having such a luscious boyfriend was all. Yet inward protests of sorrow screamed the opposite; he had snuck out after all… so what if he got caught? Grounding was that of a myth to a teenager and if Tory acknowledged it, he would find ways around it as he always did.
Either way… he would end up fucking the boy senseless.
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