Lapilius

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My pen produced soft scratching sounds as it made its way on the soft surface of the blue lined paper. The leather notebook applied gentle pressure to my crotch. Nothing distracting, just a gentle never ending pressure like a teasing lover would give. I knew the sun was setting, although I could not see it set. The windows reflected the colours of the sky and even in its reflected form the orange and reds were still as brilliant as ever. Was this due to the perfect surfaces of the glass windows or the brilliance of colours themselves? Probably the first. In this materialistic world where nothing but appearances matter, perfection is sought in everything. Even life and love do not escape from the never ending perfectionism that is mankind.
My eyes wandered from the interior of the penthouse to the outside view.

“On the edge of the world, the melancholy writer sat and wrote down his mocking words.” The sun had finally set and the darkness of the night had swallowed the brilliant colours of the sky. I wonder since when darkness like this started to feel dreading and yet hopeful.
Steps echoed on the outside landing as his heels made contact with the concrete stairway outside. I tensed when the door opened. The lights turned on and suddenly I found myself staring at a fifteen year old: black hair perfectly waxed, red eyes slightly wider than usual, and other features of his face ordinary. Others might say I look quite handsome, but in my eyes there has never been anything as hideous as myself.
Another set of red eyes joined mine on the reflecting glass. The bearer of those eyes gently slid his arms around my waist and leaned down gently. His deep voice caressed my ears as he said to me in a sensual whisper,

‘How is my pet today?’ His hands had found their way into my shirt and were gently dancing across my stomach. His touches worked magic to my senses and awoke a deep longing for more, but the rational took over swiftly. I freed myself from his entrapment and pushed him away. His trademark mocking smile was plastered to his face as he stood in front of me, pronouncing me a fool for denying myself what I wanted most.

‘I am not your pet.’ Silence followed my words as he stared at me with his mockery still clearly on his face. What would he answer to my little rebellion? My first attempt at defying his law?

‘Get some sleep, we\'re going out tomorrow.’ He turned around and picking up his leather jacket from the glass balustrade he left the room, closing the door with the familiar click. His steps died away and quiet once again returned. I relaxed and leaned back on the white pillar behind me. Why does he always make me feel so upset?
Steps once again echoed outside. Why is he coming back? Did he forget something? I quickly scanned the room for anything he might have forgotten. For a split second I hoped he would come back, ensnare me again and whisper his sweet words in my ear. The door opened and there he was again. His heels produced no sound as they made their way across the room. His strong arms lifted me off my seat and held me close. My feet barely touched the ground as he buried his face in my neck. His hands once again found their way to the underside of my back. His fingers danced lazily on my back as did his lips on my neck. I felt myself melt into his touches and lean back on his arms, wanting to escape before it would be too late to turn back. I moaned as he gently nibbled on my left ear. He mumbled something about untouched flesh and lifted me up to carry me to the bed. In my feverish view I saw his left ear, pierced with a ruby earring. The silk sheet felt cold to my touch as he slipped them over my naked torso. Since when did I lose my shirt? He tugged me in gently and placed his lips on mine for the goodnight kiss he gave me every night. He smiled when he pulled back and whispered,
‘Goodnight, my bunny rabbit.’


Since when have mornings become so sacred to me? The pale sunlight slipped through the vertical blinds and created long strips of light and shadows on the floor. I arched my back as his hand played across my waistline and rested on my lowest ribs. It felt like an angel\'s touch to my dreamlike state of mind, but as he uttered,
‘Good morning, my ruby rabbit.’ I awoke suddenly.

‘I\'m not your rabbit, I\'m Rubin.’ He chuckled and licked the edge of my ear, causing electric shivers to course through my body. I felt his weight leave the bed and turned around to see him walking to the bathroom. The contrast between the light and the shadows seemed to shape to illuminate his soft pale skin perfectly.

‘Rabbit does sound like Rubin a lot...’ I could swear he wore his mocking smile, even with his back turned to me. He turned around dramatically slow and indeed his smile was stitched to his face. He walked over to the bed with a seducing sway to his hips. I had seen this walk before... He climbed on the bed like a beast and crawled on top of me.
‘Rubin,’ The way he pronounced my name clearly indicated something was wrong.
‘You have to wake up soon,’ I felt his hand slip up my thigh through the silk sheets. I silently gasped as he rested his hand on my crotch.
‘But no need to haste, take care of important matters first.’ I blushed feverishly as I looked into his dark red eyes, merely two inch away from mine. My eyes registered him walking to the bathroom, but his hand seemed to have lingered where he had rest it a few seconds before.
‘Better hurry up now, you would not want to embarrass yourself in front of the Registrar.’ I stopped on my way to the other bathroom. Registrar... Steam rolled over the black tiled floor in the master bathroom. The scent of lavender seemed to colour the room a light shade of purple. I stopped at the door and hesitated. His head was leaning back on the edge of the granite basin. I bit my lip and opened my mouth to speak:

‘I cannot go to the Registrar.’ My words echoed back at me and sounded simply pitiful to my own ears. He opened his eyes and stared at me. He motioned for me to come in and as my feet walked across the heated tiles I saw his head move through the water gently to the edge closest to me. His black hair trailed behind him on the water and for a moment he seemed like a merman to me. I could even picture him basking on the beach, scales sparkling in the sunlight, ruby red translucent scales...

‘Why not?’ I awoke from my little fantasy as I felt his wet hand hold my chin.
‘You had better stop dreaming your dreams, Rubin. Someday they could be your death.’ His eyes held mine in a stare and for split moment sadness seemed to fill his dark eyes.

The Registrar was situated in the governmental district of Magnatine, the capital of the land. I tried not to look alien walking on the perfectly paved squares between the tall glass buildings. We made our way to the entrance of one of those many glass spires, rising from the ground like enormous ice peaks. The lobby was buzzing with people when we walked in and for a moment I was amazed at how many people would have to be at the Registrar at the very same moment as we had to be.

‘Stay close.’ He placed his left hand on my left shoulder as we walked to one of the elevators on the left side of the lobby. I watched the other elevators as we waited for ours to arrive. A lot of people crowded at the elevators left of us and the more left the elevator was, the more people were standing there. I looked up to my master and saw his eyes wandering about just like mine had.

‘Always be observant of your surroundings.’ His eyes suddenly stopped and slowly returned to the elevator door. Someone stopped behind us. I wanted to turn around and look, but my master\'s arm prevented me from moving even the slightest bit. Whoever standing behind us was wearing a heavy perfume. The smell of flowers felt intoxicating to me.

‘Karnè, fancy seeing you here.’ I started at hearing my master\'s name. His hand clutched my shoulder tightly for a moment and let go of me. I turned my head and saw the woman. Her voice had sounded slightly slurred and certainly did not fit her appearance. She wore a finely tailored suit and a fine white shirt under it. Her eyes were a dark shade of blue and when she saw me she smiled, showing her white teeth.

‘Same to you, Emra.’ His voice sounded bored and drenched in annoyance as he answered the lady\'s questions politely.

‘I see you have your newest plaything with you. What\'s your name?’ The elevator arrived and announced itself with a clear bell sound. Before I could answer the question I was pushed into the elevator by his strong hand and I heard their goodbyes as my master stepped into the elevator and closed the door by almost crushing the button.

‘Always be observant of other deceivers, especially of the other sex.’ He turned around and I felt his eyes slide over me. I nodded and tilted my head in a questioning manner. He closed in on me and I found myself locked between him and the elevator wall. He leaned on his hand positioned just next to my head and moved closer. I could almost feel his lips on mine and how I longed for it, but the clear bell sound of the elevator arriving interrupted our little intimate moment.

‘I don\'t mind you two doing whatever you want, but please not in my elevator.’ I looked past my Master and saw a man in a red suit step into the elevator. His nameplate read: Cline d\'Adamite, Registrar. I quickly straightened myself up, almost bumping my face into my master\'s twisted mockery face.

‘Rubin, don\'t be such a desperate boy. I will kiss you later.’ His eyes were filled with amusement as I backed away quickly. I felt blood rushing to my cheeks at his words and attempted to hide my misery by staring at my shoes.

‘How about you not tease the poor boy?’ The Registrar and my Master soon settled into a friendly conversation and as they chatted along, I noticed them being close friends, their interaction was simply familiar in a way that made me wonder how long those two had known each other. Would I ever be as close to my Master as this man?

Our elevator arrived at its destination and we walked into a long, overwhelming red corridor. The floor, walls and even the ceiling were all lined with the same thick wine red carpet; even the doors were a deep red colour. I kept close to the two chattering men and followed them as they seemed to make their way through the forest of red doors to the one specific door. The Registrar opened one of the identical red doors and let us in a simple room. I almost feared the room would be red as the corridor and relaxed at seeing the blue carpet and simple white walls. The left wall was lined with bookcases, all filled with thick books which seemed all the same to the eye, in the middle of the room was a glass table with two simple black chairs on one side and one leather armchair on the other. The Registrar sat down on the armchair and I followed my master\'s example and sat down next to him.

‘So, here we are. I\'m Cline and you are Rubin, if your dear Master did not deceive me about your name.’ I nodded and smiled uneasily. Something about the room seemed to be bugging my senses, I could not pinpoint exactly what it was, but there was something wrong. Cline waved his right hand and made a gesture that reminded me of pulling a book out of a bookcase and suddenly a book flew from the one of the cases and into his hand. He\'s a magician.

‘Excuse me. I always forget to tell people. Scary is it not?’ He opened the leather volume as he said, ‘I am a born magician. Magic comes naturally to me, but to you it might now, please don\'t hate me for startling you. Your name, please.’ He looked up from the book when I did not answer his question. His eyes were a clear blue, almost supernatural. I wanted to speak up and confess I had no name. I was born on the countryside and my parents had never told me my name. I had feared this moment would come.

‘Clarinus.’