Memory of the Past
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
7
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3,817
Reviews:
11
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Memory of the Past
A/N: Hello everyone! I already have this story posted on Slashfanfiction, but now I am posting it here now because I revised it with the help of someone from this site. I hope you guys enjoy!!!
The man stood up slowly and hesitantly threw an uncertain glance towards his door. He glared at it, thinking that maybe he was hallucinating, but the loud knocks came again. He didn’t know what to do, this hadn’t happened for so long, five years to be exact. He just stared long and hard. “Hey, I’ve got flowers here, you gonna open up?” a brisk and impatient voice broke the silence.
The man’s heart rate doubled as he heard that voice. He wondered who would get him flowers. He was getting dizzy just thinking of who could be behind that door. He took long deliberate strides toward the door but stopped in the middle, wondering what he was doing. Soon the rapping came again, making the man literally jump. He walked faster now, headed toward the door. Once there he rested his right palm on the cool handle, his left fiddling with the locks in confusion and unsteadiness. Finally all the locks were opened and the only thing left to do was to turn the handle, which he did with the most meticulous movements. He placed his forehead against the wooden door, feeling its rough textures as the hinges squeaks and the door swung open roughly by a hand outside the door. The man inside jumped back in order to prevent himself from being squeezed in between the walls and the door, only to find his gaze met with a pair of dark blue eyes. He inhaled and stared.
“What took you so long man? I’ve been screaming my lungs out. I’d like to get home already.” The young man stopped as he noticed the man inside, staring with the biggest eyes he has seen, the large hazel colored eyes stared at him like deer caught in headlights. The man’s mouth was slightly open but he made no sound. He seemed to be in shock, his skin was so pale, but it was softened by the hallway light. “Are you alright, sir? I am sorry if I was too loud and scared you,” The younger man’s voice suddenly mellowed and became caring as the features of the older man, which not only displayed shock but beauty as well, stunned him. Is this a man? He seems so fragile and feminine. The older man’s short brown hair was all out of place as well covering his eyes, but that only made the man appear more … attractive. The young man lowered his gaze and blushed slightly realizing that the other man enchanted him. The young man took a sneaky glance at the older man again, but raised his head completely when the man didn’t move. “Can you speak? Cuz you are starting to scare me with this silent stuff and the cold stare.”
The man started to stand up straighter, seeming about to speak, which caused the younger man to stop, “Who are you? Who sent me flowers?”
The boy’s stomach fluttered as the soft voice reached him. when the older man stepped back and started to close the door, the delivery boy reached out to prevent it. The man behind the door stopped and tried with all his might to close the door, but it was no use, the young man had already placed his foot inside the house. “My name is Zach, you look like you\'re about to faint with that ghostly face, it scared the hell outta me when you opened the door you know.”
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“YO, WAKE UP MAN! Jeez, how come I always get stuck with the sucky deliveries?” The young man stopped to take a quick look around the room that he had just dragged the older man into. The furnishings were simple, and everything was spotless. Most of the walls were occupied with bookshelves over flown with books, and there was a plush, wine colored leather sofa at the center. Strangely enough, there was no television set. After a while he looked down into the face of the unconscious man lying in his lap as he sat on the floor. The young man gently touched the soft strands of brown hair, playing with a strand while he studied the man\'s features. His hair was out of his face now, and Zach could clearly see his face; The pale and ghostly white skin was adorned with a high, sharp nose, and rose-red lips, small and pouty that made the younger man wonder what it would feel like to kiss him, his cheekbones were rather high, and his face was rounded but still masculine. ‘He must not be over thirty, he still looks young and he’s handsome as hell.’ The young man thought to himself as the man in his hand begin to stir, making moaning sounds that made him sound like he was struggling with something. Suddenly his eyelashes fluttered open and the older man’s hazel lights stared into the younger man’s deep blue pools.
The older man started making large and clumsy movements as he climbed out of the arms of the young man and stood, losing his balance a little. He looked down at the young boy in his bright uniform, confusion and fear filling his mind as he recalled what led to this. The man could feel the anxiety building inside him, thinking that maybe a dissociative episode would follow soon. “Get out. You are not supposed to be in here. This is my house and you have no right,” the man spoke with the most authoritative voice he could find and directed it toward the young man with wrath.
“Chill man, I was only helping…”the young man was cut off.
“I don’t need your help, I don’t need anything from you people, I know what you are like, and you’re all the same.” The man yelled, losing his vigor and pointing at the door.
The delivery boy got up and looked firmly at the man, eyes locking, staring for a second before turning towards the door. Not knowing what else to do, the young man closed the door and just stood outside staring at the door. It almost seemed like Zach had X-ray vision or something with the way he stood staring at the door. ‘What is up with that man? He obviously needs a mental check up and some anger management classes, but his eyes were so alone and sad, anyone can see that.’ Zach just left it, realizing that it’s a little past ten and his curfew.
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The man just stood there in silence trying to sort through what had just happened to him. The young man had caught his eye when he first opened that door ‘Damn you for opening that door, you should have just pretended you weren’t home.’ He was in shock, he hadn’t a visitor since five years ago, and the beautiful blue eyes had caught him off guard. The young man looked to be in his late teens and going into his twenties and he still held the attitude common among high-school students. Immediately he developed a rather positive feeling about the young man as he apologized for being too loud but since when did he feel positive about people? Not since that incident six years ago. This boy was different though, definitely different. The man looked around and found the flowers on the floor near the door and wrinkled his nose. ‘Who would give me flowers?’ He picked it up but found no card amongst the red roses. The man took a seat in the soft sofa and sighed deeply, thinking that just a few minutes ago he was close to an episode of his craziness. ‘This is exactly why I have secluded myself, to prevent myself from any aggravation brought by the world. Although the boy seemed different, he seemed to care and he did stay with me when I fainted, and why did I do that? Oh well. That was my first human contact with the world since I’ve locked myself in here; I am quite surprised that it went better than I’ve ever imagined.’ The man closed his eyes, pondering, and slowly drifted to sleep.
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“Where the hell were you? Your mother and I were worried to death.”
The young man flinched at the deafening words from his father and decided not to explain, he was too exhausted to endure more verbal lessons from his parents. He left it at that and went upstairs to his room, his own little paradise. As soon as he stepped in, he took off his uniform and took some clothes that seemed the cleanest from a pile at the corner of his room and entered the bathroom for a shower. Several minutes later, he came out smelling nice and finally calm to revisit the events. The man was strange, definitely not used to people being around. He wasn’t rude, but he tried to be to scare off the young man. The most remarkable thing about the man was his face. The beautiful and breath-taking features were carved into the young man’s mind, the messy and unruly hair, the large hazel eyes, the red lips and the high nose that seemed to bring out a sense of nobility and honor into the man. Zach dwelled on the face for a while, realizing that he was quite taken by the man’s appearance. He stood tall, maybe a half a head taller, and slender, borderline skinny. The man seemed to be affected by malnutrition as he appeared so white, but then it didn’t really make sense because Zach had seen a kitchen with some fruits on the table and some leftovers from a sandwich on the counter. Zach had found the man fascinating and mysterious, his curiosity bugging at him until he finally fell for his drowsiness and allowed sleep to take over, and his last thought lingering on the man’s face.
The man stood up slowly and hesitantly threw an uncertain glance towards his door. He glared at it, thinking that maybe he was hallucinating, but the loud knocks came again. He didn’t know what to do, this hadn’t happened for so long, five years to be exact. He just stared long and hard. “Hey, I’ve got flowers here, you gonna open up?” a brisk and impatient voice broke the silence.
The man’s heart rate doubled as he heard that voice. He wondered who would get him flowers. He was getting dizzy just thinking of who could be behind that door. He took long deliberate strides toward the door but stopped in the middle, wondering what he was doing. Soon the rapping came again, making the man literally jump. He walked faster now, headed toward the door. Once there he rested his right palm on the cool handle, his left fiddling with the locks in confusion and unsteadiness. Finally all the locks were opened and the only thing left to do was to turn the handle, which he did with the most meticulous movements. He placed his forehead against the wooden door, feeling its rough textures as the hinges squeaks and the door swung open roughly by a hand outside the door. The man inside jumped back in order to prevent himself from being squeezed in between the walls and the door, only to find his gaze met with a pair of dark blue eyes. He inhaled and stared.
“What took you so long man? I’ve been screaming my lungs out. I’d like to get home already.” The young man stopped as he noticed the man inside, staring with the biggest eyes he has seen, the large hazel colored eyes stared at him like deer caught in headlights. The man’s mouth was slightly open but he made no sound. He seemed to be in shock, his skin was so pale, but it was softened by the hallway light. “Are you alright, sir? I am sorry if I was too loud and scared you,” The younger man’s voice suddenly mellowed and became caring as the features of the older man, which not only displayed shock but beauty as well, stunned him. Is this a man? He seems so fragile and feminine. The older man’s short brown hair was all out of place as well covering his eyes, but that only made the man appear more … attractive. The young man lowered his gaze and blushed slightly realizing that the other man enchanted him. The young man took a sneaky glance at the older man again, but raised his head completely when the man didn’t move. “Can you speak? Cuz you are starting to scare me with this silent stuff and the cold stare.”
The man started to stand up straighter, seeming about to speak, which caused the younger man to stop, “Who are you? Who sent me flowers?”
The boy’s stomach fluttered as the soft voice reached him. when the older man stepped back and started to close the door, the delivery boy reached out to prevent it. The man behind the door stopped and tried with all his might to close the door, but it was no use, the young man had already placed his foot inside the house. “My name is Zach, you look like you\'re about to faint with that ghostly face, it scared the hell outta me when you opened the door you know.”
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“YO, WAKE UP MAN! Jeez, how come I always get stuck with the sucky deliveries?” The young man stopped to take a quick look around the room that he had just dragged the older man into. The furnishings were simple, and everything was spotless. Most of the walls were occupied with bookshelves over flown with books, and there was a plush, wine colored leather sofa at the center. Strangely enough, there was no television set. After a while he looked down into the face of the unconscious man lying in his lap as he sat on the floor. The young man gently touched the soft strands of brown hair, playing with a strand while he studied the man\'s features. His hair was out of his face now, and Zach could clearly see his face; The pale and ghostly white skin was adorned with a high, sharp nose, and rose-red lips, small and pouty that made the younger man wonder what it would feel like to kiss him, his cheekbones were rather high, and his face was rounded but still masculine. ‘He must not be over thirty, he still looks young and he’s handsome as hell.’ The young man thought to himself as the man in his hand begin to stir, making moaning sounds that made him sound like he was struggling with something. Suddenly his eyelashes fluttered open and the older man’s hazel lights stared into the younger man’s deep blue pools.
The older man started making large and clumsy movements as he climbed out of the arms of the young man and stood, losing his balance a little. He looked down at the young boy in his bright uniform, confusion and fear filling his mind as he recalled what led to this. The man could feel the anxiety building inside him, thinking that maybe a dissociative episode would follow soon. “Get out. You are not supposed to be in here. This is my house and you have no right,” the man spoke with the most authoritative voice he could find and directed it toward the young man with wrath.
“Chill man, I was only helping…”the young man was cut off.
“I don’t need your help, I don’t need anything from you people, I know what you are like, and you’re all the same.” The man yelled, losing his vigor and pointing at the door.
The delivery boy got up and looked firmly at the man, eyes locking, staring for a second before turning towards the door. Not knowing what else to do, the young man closed the door and just stood outside staring at the door. It almost seemed like Zach had X-ray vision or something with the way he stood staring at the door. ‘What is up with that man? He obviously needs a mental check up and some anger management classes, but his eyes were so alone and sad, anyone can see that.’ Zach just left it, realizing that it’s a little past ten and his curfew.
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The man just stood there in silence trying to sort through what had just happened to him. The young man had caught his eye when he first opened that door ‘Damn you for opening that door, you should have just pretended you weren’t home.’ He was in shock, he hadn’t a visitor since five years ago, and the beautiful blue eyes had caught him off guard. The young man looked to be in his late teens and going into his twenties and he still held the attitude common among high-school students. Immediately he developed a rather positive feeling about the young man as he apologized for being too loud but since when did he feel positive about people? Not since that incident six years ago. This boy was different though, definitely different. The man looked around and found the flowers on the floor near the door and wrinkled his nose. ‘Who would give me flowers?’ He picked it up but found no card amongst the red roses. The man took a seat in the soft sofa and sighed deeply, thinking that just a few minutes ago he was close to an episode of his craziness. ‘This is exactly why I have secluded myself, to prevent myself from any aggravation brought by the world. Although the boy seemed different, he seemed to care and he did stay with me when I fainted, and why did I do that? Oh well. That was my first human contact with the world since I’ve locked myself in here; I am quite surprised that it went better than I’ve ever imagined.’ The man closed his eyes, pondering, and slowly drifted to sleep.
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“Where the hell were you? Your mother and I were worried to death.”
The young man flinched at the deafening words from his father and decided not to explain, he was too exhausted to endure more verbal lessons from his parents. He left it at that and went upstairs to his room, his own little paradise. As soon as he stepped in, he took off his uniform and took some clothes that seemed the cleanest from a pile at the corner of his room and entered the bathroom for a shower. Several minutes later, he came out smelling nice and finally calm to revisit the events. The man was strange, definitely not used to people being around. He wasn’t rude, but he tried to be to scare off the young man. The most remarkable thing about the man was his face. The beautiful and breath-taking features were carved into the young man’s mind, the messy and unruly hair, the large hazel eyes, the red lips and the high nose that seemed to bring out a sense of nobility and honor into the man. Zach dwelled on the face for a while, realizing that he was quite taken by the man’s appearance. He stood tall, maybe a half a head taller, and slender, borderline skinny. The man seemed to be affected by malnutrition as he appeared so white, but then it didn’t really make sense because Zach had seen a kitchen with some fruits on the table and some leftovers from a sandwich on the counter. Zach had found the man fascinating and mysterious, his curiosity bugging at him until he finally fell for his drowsiness and allowed sleep to take over, and his last thought lingering on the man’s face.