Daniel escorted Michael down to the sitting room, where they sat together facing the ancient, days-looking television.
It was the 21st century already, and Daniel could have sworn he didn’t know that type of television still existed. But with Michael’s condition, he couldn’t just bla him; television was the least of his worries now.
If Michael’s state was like this despite being average in the countryside they were staying, he just couldn’t fathom how others who lived in thatched roofs or cottages were managing. The thought of how the state of living was for them made him grimace. Poverty indeed was a disease, and nothing would make him grow up in one.
Michael held the remote control, so he changed the channel to a new one airing a show.
Currently on the channel was a horror movie, sothing Daniel was pretty fascinated by because it was thrilling. Watching those horrifying beings give the victims their just reward felt right. To him, all the so-called victims in horror movies were fools because they were the ones who ended up placing themselves in that dangerous situation; truly, he didn’t feel a sign of pity for them.
He was beginning to enjoy the movie, shifting for comfort, when Michael grimaced the mont a clown ca and slashed off the head of a girl who had foolishly entered an empty, creepy house for a survey.
"Why do they have to use such a brutal thod?" Michael asked, and Daniel shrugged.
Maybe because the victims asked for it. Nothing would have happened if they just let that house be. Or they should have just picked up their fucking pace and run for their lives; instead, they were showing how maddeningly foolish they were.
Unable to stomach the violence, Michael hurriedly pressed next on the remote, and it moved away from the horror channel to another one—sothing that Daniel, for an unknown reason, found to be an eyesore.
"My eyes, jeez, what is that?" he questioned, shifting back as he looked more closely at the television to be sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. Sure enough, it was romance as always. The way they rolled on each other like chicken rolls, wriggled like dying worms, and kept giggling made his anger resurface, till he saw the title of the movie.
"The Notebook..." Daniel read the title, perplexed. He looked at Michael and saw the comfortable expression on his face. Like he actually liked that??
He really removed the horror he was watching for that horrendous thing. It was an unforgivable cri he couldn’t take, and as soone who might be queer, straight romance did nothing but make him wanna barf.
To see potential hot guys that were supposed to be for the boys getting around girls wasn’t just aggravating; it was infuriating.
"If this is the movie we are going to watch together, it’s better I cancel it because I can’t be this bored. Having a movie night like this is a disgrace." Daniel stood up straight, and Michael turned the television off. Then he went to one of the music speakers close by and put on a song.
"Miss, may I have this dance..." He bowed his head down, smiling sheepishly. Daniel rolled his eyes. So this was another way he wanted to get his attention.
"Stop this. Let’s do sothing that actually gives you joy, like what you enjoy the most..." Daniel’s expression told him to talk. Start talking, in fact.
Michael began laughing at Daniel from where he stood.
"I love dancing, dude. This is one of my favourite things ever, so that’s why I am introducing it to you. My favourite song forever is ’Dandelions’ by Ruth B.," Michael revealed.
"My dream has always been to dance to this with the love of my life, and now I think I have found that perfect person." Michael began to go sober before picking himself up.
"Dance with , Michael. Make whole again, please. I feel so empty and faded away, but with this, I can finally feel so happiness." Michael’s words hit him harder when his mory gave him the hint that this might be the last ti they would ever dance together again.
His heart thundered in his chest when he looked at Michael. Couldn’t he help him at least so that he wouldn’t die? He couldn’t let him perish; that shouldn’t happen.
"Maybe it’s the way you say my na..." The music began, going slowly with a wonderful lody, and Daniel took Michael’s hands into his as he gave him a wild twirl.
Daniel twirled around in a circle before falling into Michael’s hands. Michael held a tight grip on his waist before circling it more sensually, arousing Daniel imdiately.
He gasped... Oh, it had been so damn long since he felt a touch on him just like how Michael was doing. This brought forth mories of how he was once pampered, spoilt, and loved by his boys: Xylander, his overprotective husband; Draven, the clumsy, funny lad; and Alexander, the overly serious bodyguard who would make sure he was always safe and strong. Now he was separated from them, and the void that alone created was so deep he couldn’t even think of running away again like he wanted to earlier. All those plans sounded dumb now. This ti he wanted to run, but with the three n beside him and Michael too at his side.
Michael ca closer, sniffing in his strawberry-like scent. He gave a lick on Daniel’s chin, going down towards his neck region before stopping right at his chest. Daniel threw his head backwards, too dazed by the romantic dance going on.
They looked at each other, sparks flying and eyes craving. Drawing him closer as the music swelled, Daniel’s back beca trapped at Michael’s middle, and the young man tucked in his hair slowly to reveal his stunning ivory-like skin.
"My beautiful princess!! What would my life have been if you hadn’t entered?" he asked, but Daniel didn’t give him a reply. He turned him again in the most tender and gentle manner till Daniel laid back as Michael caught him, allowing his hands to make a curved shape where Daniel fell into before jumping slowly onto his feet.
"Colourful still, because I don’t see what I did for you except complain, which I don’t see as an impact. So how beautiful did I make your world?" Daniel asked that question, which was slightly unexpected to Michael.
"Daniel, don’t diminish your impact. I wouldn’t have been here if not for you, and getting through this phase is difficult for . I am so glad I got to share it with soone," Michael thanked him, and Daniel nodded, accepting the thanks.
Mumbling, he began to shake his head, still slowly doing a soft dance with Michael, before he felt sothing in his chest.
Michael saw it as nothing, but it ca again, this ti harder, and he stopped, his face contorting in pain.
Daniel was confused. He saw a painful expression pass over Michael’s face, but it disappeared as quickly as it ca, vanishing instantly.
"Are you in pain, Michael? Do you want food? Let get so for you; you must be hungry..." But Michael didn’t need food now; he needed comfort, because his chest was burning more, and slowly blood began to co out from his nose.
From his nose it began to drift out from his mouth before he gagged and fell down on the floor.
"Michael, oh not again! Not now!! Not here..." Daniel’s body tensed as he tried to calm him down by massaging his head and face.
"Stay with , Michael. Please don’t leave ..." Daniel yelled, but Michael’s eyes were growing weaker, battling to stay open. He shouldn’t do this to him; why didn’t he take care of himself?
"Cindy, please co! Where are his drugs? Bring them, please." But no answer.
Isn’t anyone here?
Of course, it was just Michael and Cindy, but why wasn’t she answering?
"Just go and bring it. That’s where my drugs are, on top of that cupboard." And as directed by Michael, Daniel went to get them, bringing them with a cup of water which he used to feed him.
He gulped it with the drug Daniel gave him, and a few seconds later, he got short relief. Daniel sighed and cupped Michael’s chin intimately.
"I love you, Michael. Love you so much I can’t reason, but I’m lost amidst my feelings. I don’t want to betray my guys," he uttered, but Michael wasn’t deterred by this.
"You talk too much. Shut up and kiss now..." And imdiately he slamd his lips onto Michael’s own, sucking on them greedily.
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