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♦Lots of characters from Vices (boyxboy)♦

Also sory for the accents, didn't want this to go private.

     "You sure this is it?" Lorn murmured, eyeing the homey house. The walls were dark beige and the roof brown, colors going nice with the orange, grey and green curtains.

     They walked down the pebbled path and to the door. There was a cardboard sign on the wall with an address scribbled on it in marker, and surely enough it matched the one on their piece of paper.

     "Well, here goes." Verger knocked, sure it would go heard since there was no muffled music coming from inside.

     The two friends locked eyes and as if on cue pulled faces at the same time, which caused them to laugh just as the door opened.

     "Oh, hi." Lorn greeted, while Verger set on trying to keep his jaw closed against the impulse to gape.

     The man that answered had blond hair barely touching his shoulders. His pale blue eyes were half closed in a tired manner, underneath which two smoker lines went down. There was a dimple on his blond stubbled chin, and his thin lips were shaped into the laziest grin. Despite looking like he quit life, he was overwhelmingly handsome in that careless attitude that just killed Verger.

     "Hi, names?" he asked, letting his grin drop as if it had taken too much of his effort.

     "Lorn and Verger."

     The blond scratched his hair with a blue pen and looked down at a crumpled sheet of paper. He traced a line, then waved the pen around and looked up.

     "I have no Verger on the list." he looked from one friend to the other.

     "Oh." Lorn said. "Well, yes, Valentin only invited me but I brought my friend along 'cause I don't know my way around."

     "I see." the man sighed, shoving the paper in his pocket and moving aside to let them in. "Lorn..."

     "No, he doesn't like Korn." Verger laughed lightly. "Yours?"

     "Curtis." the man answered with a scoff at the joke, wiping the ink on his hand off his black and dead-meat-red pullover before shaking Verger's. "So, you guys aren't from around here?"

     "Well, we live in Viscount Street but I grew up here." Verger stated, glancing around at the empty lobby. They must've moved stuff out so that they wouldn't get wrecked during the party.

     "That place is a mess." Curtis shook his head and Verger chuckled, all the while Lorn glared at them from nearby. "But they have that one cool pub, uh... Polly's."

     "Yes, they actually named it after the Nirvana song." Verger's eyes took a glisten to them.

     "Hah, I guessed so." Curtis placed a few strands behind his hair and half-assedly dragged the grin back on his face. Well, it wasn't even that, just a squint of the eye that somehow gave the impression of smiling. "The party's over there." he pointed at a door. "In the basement. I'll find you there once everyone will have arrived, yeah?"

     "Sure!" Verger shrugged with a bright smile, nothing like the smirks he'd pull on Lorn. Not that the man fussed over it or anything.

     They walked to the door and opened it to find a row of stairs. Once Lorn closed the door behind them, he scoffed a loud, cynical, mocking scoff.

     Verger rolled his eyes, the smile slipping off his face as if Lorn flipped the switch of his mood.

     "You were a blush and a giggle away from becoming a wet panties schoolgirl." Lorn murmured as they made their way down.

     "And you're two long ears and a tail away from becoming a jackass."

     Lorn rolled his eyes and stopped at the door, eyeing the metal surface wearily.

     "It's eerily silent." he murmured. "I don't know about this."

     Verger gripped the handle and sighed. "We live on Viscount Street, how bad can these people be?"

     He opened the door.

     Both friends could almost feel their hair sway back from the wall of loud metal that slammed into them brick by brick. Lorn even tore up a little, but that could be from the minty smell that wasn't mint. (dedicationtowhogetsthis).

     They entered, and there was so much going on that they had to take their time in looking around.

     The basement was void of furniture save for a couch, a coffee table and a desk. The music system was in a corner, next to the desk occupied by many bags of presents, alcohol and a variety of disgusting dolls.

     Most of the people were headbanging at a creepily synchronized pace, while others drank or humped or snorted stuff. Valentin was sort of doing all of those at once, humping the air on his way towards the friends with a drink in hand and powder at his nose, tiny pecks falling with every bob of the head.

     "Money!" he cheered, extending a hand, cig between two fingers.

     "Good to see you too, man." Lorn yelled over the music, taking the money from his pocket and slamming them onto Valentin's palm.

     The man grinned and slid them in the purple chest pocket of his grey t-shirt. Then he raised his hands and swayed a little in the perfect imitation of Jack Sparrow.

     "Yes, yes, your faces are quite the sight to behold in my retina. Now get over here and ah-" he sniffed and blinked heavily with a wobble.

     Verger snapped his fingers in his face and Valentin halted. "And snort shít up!" he finished, taking a few steps backwards before turning 360 and walking towards them. Confused, he turned around once more and managed to go towards the direction in mind.

     The two friends snickered and Verger followed the man. Lorn went to do the same, but someone caught his attention by yelling "Hey you!"

     He turned around and raised his eyebrows upon seeing a man strapped to a wheelchair at the lower arms and legs. He was glaring, his nose was flared in anger and his blond hair a mess.

     "Help me out of this thing please!" he leaned towards him as much as the chair permitted. "There's this nutcase Georgie and he forced me here! I'm a well respected priest! Call the police or something they're planning to mess me up!" he glanced to the side and then back at him.

     "Priest!?" Lorn covered his mouth and couldn't help but laugh incredulously. "Oh man... This is fúcked up." he looked around. "Look, as much as I'd like to help I'd rather not have them stab me with pitchforks..."

     "They have those!" the man yelled. "They poked me with them!"

     Lorn eyed the holes in his clothes. "Yeah, I'll definitely stand on their side. Sorry dude."

     "No! Please!" he hissed, but Lorn strolled away with a sorry grin.

     Placing the present next to Verger's on the desk, Lorn hurried to the crowded couch. Two people were lying on top of the backrest, about three were sitting on top of each other and another four were hunched in the remaining space.

     "Hello pretty!" Lorn greeted a really slender, anorexic sort of slender person with short black spiky hair. "Mind if you sit on my lap?"

     Black, shiny eyes looked up at him with a drunken glint and the black-haired grinned with a nod, standing up and slumping down on Lorn's lap as soon as he sat.

     Valentin was hunched, lining up powder on a credit card Verger was holding for him. Once done, Valentin glanced up with hazy eyes and scoffed in the throat, laughing close mouthed.

     "I see you met Órgy."

     "Órgy?" Lorn laughed, glancing at the person. "Now how could a cute girl like you get such a vulgar nickname?"    

     Órgy's eyebrows went up and then a giggle followed, accompanied by dangles of the legs, covered by long heavy boots.

     "It may have to do with every birthday party I've thrown since I was 14." Órgy explained with a bizarre voice for a girl. But it could've been just the cigarettes Lorn could smell on the brunet's clothes: black shorts, ripped grey fishnet stockings and a white short sleeved shirt with a cute tie that had an upside down cross at the bottom.

     Lorn laughed at that and then rested his head on Órgy's shoulder to glance at Verger as he leaned to snort the powder through a short straw. He blinked heavily and laughed, wiping his nose to lick the thing off his fingers. Valentin patted him on the back and then handed the card to Lorn, two lines left.

     Órgy held it for him and Lorn took his share, then watched as Órgy did the rest.

     With that, the party started.

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     "Who are you and why'd you buy me panties!" Nigel slurred, flailing the things in Lorn's face. The poor kid was really off, constantly struggling against gravity. His honey hair was a wild mess, a few strands sticking to his skin.

     "Um." Lorn stated with a raised finger. "I'm Valentin and because of Lorn..."

     Nigel squinted his eyes with a twist of the mouth and shook his head. "I knew it. I knew it the pervert!"

      Valentin gasped from beside his boyfriend, finally paying attention instead of wobbling to the music playing on the background. "I has have nots a sing to do vith zis!" he justified in a thick Romanian accent he's been manifesting since his sixth beer.

      "I'll just give them to Órgy like we did the lamb suit." Nigel threatened.

     "Buts we used zat one frrst so..." Valentin leaned on the brick wall covered by graffiti.

     "Disgusting!" Nigel wailed, throwing the panties away. "Why can't anyone get me? See this?" he took Verger's bag and showed the Jesus figurine. "That guy gets me!" he pointed at Verger.

     The man was singing his lungs out in a circle of people, swaying on the slow, low, heavy, delirious melody: My Own Summer by Deftones.

     "Aaaah cool stuff, I stick it up your butt." Valentin reached for the figurine and laughed in its face. "Check zis out." he moved its limbs in a way that made Jesus do a flamboyant wave with his legs wide open.

     Nigel swatted his head and took his Jesus back, hugging it to his chest. "This is the worst party. I'm taking my friends and leaving." he looked to the right where a group of awkward teenagers stood.

     Two similar looking blonds, one tall and scrawny and the other short and scrawny. Then there was a cute dark skinned girl with big eyes and really curly hair and a chubby guy with high socks and nerdy t-shirt.

     "B-but Nigel I... am having fun alcohol i-is funny..." the short blond stuttered as always, his head hanging low. Troy kept pushing his glasses up his well defined nose whenever they slipped.

     "No Liam alcohol is dumb!" Nigel slapped his friend on the hand, but his grip on the beer bottle didn't give up.

     "Y- you... are tipsy as well!"

     "Fúck you!" Nigel whined.

     "F-fúck you!" Liam argued.

     Valentin laughed, gripping both guys' heads and knocking them together. "Oooh how I love them poponari!" (Ro: fágs)

     "Let me go I'm never talking to you again you pervert!" Nigel whined, his cheek smashed into Liam's.

     "Oh really." Valentin chuckled, letting him go. "Haw about you sey zat after you si my gift?" he swiftly spun, reappearing with a box in hand.

     "Let me guess diIdos!"

     "No this no go up your butt." Valentin sighed with a shake of the head, watching Nigel fumble with the box with huffs and puffs.

     Then the boy's eyes widened in soberness and he cried out. He gawked at Valentin, with everyone around going 'aw'.

     Every inconvenience on Nigel's face was replaced with a fiery lust and he laughed breathlessly, shaking his head. He reached a blind hand around, flailing it until someone handed him the panties he'd thrown on the floor, and then he held both gifts up, the camera and the panties.

     Valentin gaped happily, slamming an arm on Nigel's shoulders and leading him away (more like bouncing off one person to the next until they got to the door).

     Lorn laughed tiredly at the scenery and turned around, pushing his way through the mob and towards his friend. A couple people later and someone shoved a joint in his mouth, at which he waved thankfully and took a drag, puffing out just as he reached Verger.

     "Hello!" he chirped, and Verger turned to look at him with big, teary eyes and pinched eyebrows. "Wow you okay?"

     The man shook his head and then leaned backwards, mouth open, the melody approaching chorus. When it got to it, Verger yelled with the singer, hunching and gripping his hair and stomping.

     "Come! Shove it shove it shove it! Shove! Shove it shove it shove it! The sun! Shove it shove it shove it! Aside!" he gasped deeply. "Shove it aside!" he cried, then straightened up and gripped his head, swaying on the lazy part of the chorus, the voice raspy and melodic. "It's so beautiful to the ears, Lorn!" he sobbed.

     Lorn squinted, letting himself focus on the melody. It didn't take long for his muscles to go mellow like a wet sponge, and he slumped down, his eyes widen and one eyebrow raised, mouth twisted incredulously.

     "I need to..." he breathed out, the drugs in his system taking the music waves and materializing them through his organs. His heart became a drum, and his ribs trembled like the strings of the guitar, his soles and palms tingled with the bass and his head swayed with the voice.

     "...get out." he gasped, hurrying through the crowd before the chorus would get to happen. If his body acted that way on the chill part, he didn't wish to experience the heavy chorus at all cost.

     Before he knew it, he was outside, breathing fresh air between drags of the joint.

     "Shít." he murmured lowly to himself as he eyed the roll, and despite the thickness of his voice laughed high pitched. It was so good it got to the point in which he started hearing voices.

     Frowning, he let a couple circles of smoke out and turned his head to the left, lips pursed in concentration.

     No, those were actual voices. He could tell it wasn't hallucination because it sounded like actual English, and there were no echoes or fade in/outs.

     Walking to the corner of the house, he took a peek and threw what remained of the joint in aside.

     There was Órgy, standing lanky in those boots that looked like Órgy's centre of gravitation, what with their heavy platforms. But then they proved to offer no trouble when it came to dancing, the black haired seemed to move just fine. Kind of hip-hop but sensual.

     The soft thuds of the dance moves would only stop when the two people spoke, the second being none other than the priest, still strapped to the wheelchair.

     Now, Lorn hadn't been to big on physics when in school, but he knew for a fact that wheelchairs didn't go well with stairs, and thus it was a wonder how it got there- Órgy was far from hulky.

     "For the last time, let go of me." the blond man growled.

     "I will, Chad. All you have to do is beg." Órgy mewled, arms waving graciously and head tilted.

     The moon above outlined the black spikes nicely, as well as the priest's ruffled blond strands. Even in the darkness their profiles looked so different and unmatchable.

     "Listen to me and listen clearly, because I've had enough of this shenanigan." Chad leaned forwards, allowing his Adam's apple to stand out like a bob in the long, stretched neck.

     "I am engaged."

     Órgy's movements stopped with a jerk, every limb slumping down incredulously.

     "To a beautiful woman, long voluminous hair and long voluminous body and long voluminous eyelashes and radiant innocence and beauty and I want nothing more than to be home with her every second of my life and not here or anywhere near you and your punks!"

     Órgy's back hunched, letting the tie sway in the wind, in pace with the choir of crickets.

     "Now let go of me."

     Órgy did, and Chad stood up before taking jerky strides to where Lorn wasn't bothering to hide.

     Once the blond noticed him, he glared under thick brows and pointed a finger. "All yours, you prick." he hissed and continued his dramatic exit.

     "Don't mind if I do." Lorn murmured back, then rounded the corner and walked to the miserable little thing.

     Big black eyes raised to meet Lorn's blue ones and then glanced away.

     "You all right?"

     Órgy shrugged a tiny round shoulder and accompanied it with a shake of the head before raising it to look at Lorn once again.

     "Can I suck you?"

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     That had got to be the best blowjob in Lorn's life so far. And he never thought it'd be while he sat in a wheelchair..

     It was just, Órgy was by far the most shameless, greedy person he's had. Pretty sure he's just experienced a séx addict just then. The throat was seemingly made of elastic, and so deep that a bruise was forming on Lorn's abs from having Órgy's forehead slam against it repeatedly. And the muffled moans spoke a thousand profanities...

     Lorn felt content.

     Sitting there comfortably, watching a cat walk on the top of a fence with careless hops, listening to the crickets applaud him on his previous macho manly experience, a cig in hand... yeah, life was good.

     But then voices, again.

     Hoping it'd end up as happily as it did last time, Lorn turned right and pushed at the wheels, rolling to the corner. There he jerked the wheelchair so that he'd have good view but not stand out.

     He almost backed off at what he saw, but decided against it- this was the brilliant opportunity to get mocking material on Verger.

     His friend was leaning against one of the wooden pillars (more like a thick plank) in front of the house, with Curtis on the other side. Their heads were really close as they spoke, both pairs of eyes glistening drunkenly.

     "I mean it's pretty damny funny but the first seasonale has got to be the bestest." Verger slurred with the characteristic anomaly concerning language. He was drunk all right.

      "It's like that with all shows, Metalocalypse evolved pretty well compared to others." Curtis argued with a slight slur. "I even have a Dethklok shirt." he took a second before scoffing in the throat and laughing close mouthed.

     Lorn squinted, pretty sure he's heard that somewhere before.

     "Really? Like the fans in the cartoon wear?"

     "Yes, yes." Curtis nodded slowly. "I can give you it, too old for that shít."

     "Thanks you! And come on, you can't not be not older than 30." Verger drawled out.

     "It is a possibility." Curtis chuckled.

     Verger huffed, reaching a finger to trace down a line under Curtis's eye. "Well if you cigaretted less..."

     "I'll try and cigarette less just for you Verger." the man said with a roll of the eyes. "What'd I get in turn then, huh?"

     "Well how 'bout a little of this." Verger pecked the corner of Curtis's mouth, the side that was slightly grinning.

     "Oh, I don't know..." he sighed and Verger laughed.

     "Well then how 'bout a little of..." Verger pecked his lips, keeping the lower one to himself as he pulled back.

     Curtis snickered. "I certainly can't cigarette now..." he murmured as best as he could with the lower lip tugged away.

     Verger mewled, at which Lorn raised a dubious eyebrow, and then leaned in for a kiss. He tilted his head opposite from Lorn, only his jaw in view once Curtis cocked his head too.

     And then they went at it, and Lorn sat gawking.

     It looked natural and comfortable. And there was an easiness to their movements, even their previous talk- nothing like Lorn had experienced with girls.

     Sure there were the two girls he's been with at once, they were majestically cool. But other than that, it was all about smirks, winks and whispers with women. And he always had to be careful about conversations- it was always subjects by which he could easily approach them. Not even personally but physically.

     But those guys. They were like friends but... with more fun. Intimate. Happy?

     Lorn frowned.

     Verger looked happy.

     With Lorn, the closest he's been to happy was smugness or contentedness, rarely were there honest smiles rather than grins or smirks. Curtis seemed to own that shít just fine.

     And why, because he had pretty hair and knew a band or two?

     Verger parted with a smooch, his smile bright and honest, eyes sincere and genuine-

     "Let's fúck."

     "Verger." Lorn coughed, rolling his way into view.

     Both heads turned towards him. Curtis chose to laugh lazily, at which Verger glanced at him and then lowered his head to laugh too.

     Lorn scowled from his place on the wheelchair. Curtis was just jealous of his transportation- by the way Curtis looked as if he'd rather make love to his mattress than be anywhere else, he wished he'd move around on a cool wheelchair like Lorn was.

     "Verger can we talk?"

     The man raised his head, looking at Lorn through hazy eyes, his drunken smirk drooling a little. It probably wasn't his spit.

     "I- Lorn, fine Lorn." Verger said, taking a step away from Curtis. The man sighed, ran a hand down his face and dragged his feet back in the house, with Lorn scowling at him all the way.

     He went to roll at Verger, but the guy raised a hand. "Dude seriousedly get off."

      Lorn stood up and stretched, then shoved his hands in his pockets and approached Verger, who by then turned towards him, leaning back on the pillar.

     "What are you doing." Lorn sighed, beginning to have second thoughts on this. He was quite drunk, and drugged, and the after-blowjob glow wasn't helping. Talking to his gay best friend mightn't be the brightest idea.

     "I am doing nothing, was doing great." Verger bit.

     "Wow." Lorn said. "That's one thing to tell your friend, that you ditched."

     "I didn't ditch nada, you were down there doing out with every girl and then you left! I didn't block your cock you don't block mine."

     "That was not just cocking around!" Lorn pointed at the door. "You guys were... you guys were all pals and shít!"

     "So!?" Verger threw his arms up.

     "I mean..." Lorn moved some strands behind a ear. "You- you were... you looked really happy."

     "I was."

     "Come on!" Lorn snapped. "Just because he's gay and watches your stupid metal cartoons he's better than me?"

     Verger laughed enough for his back to move from the pillar and into a slight hunch. "You're being cute... He's not gay, he's... pancak... panséxual I mean."

     "Oh whatever the fuk!"

     "He doesn't care about genitalia he cares about personalitatia!"

     "That's biséxual!" Lorn argued.

     "No it is not!"

     "Panpeniséxual is just an excuse to make him sound all compassionate and deep and shít."

     "Dun care!" Verger whined. "Why are you hear, why is this, what're you trying to talk me?" he waved his hands, palms up.

     "I want you to... be happy when- I mean... I don't want you to make better friends because... I mean I think I'm jealous." Lorn burped with his mouth closed, the alcohol scent trailing out of his nostrils and mouth once he continued speaking. "You know, in the... hetero sorta way. Like... you're my pal." he patted his chest.

     Verger's eyebrows went up and he 'aw'ed, shoulders slumping down. "You want me to be happy?"

     "Yes." Lorn laughed, scratching his neck and glancing around. "I want you to be the happiest man alive, Verger."

     "Dude!" his friend cooed, then laughed giddily. "Well I mean a swoosh of me hair and a peck on me cheek dones wonders..."

     "Done they?" Lorn snickered, leaning in to catch his friend's gaze, since he was giggling at the ground.

     "You hav' my word."

     "Well you're drunk outta your mind and can't tie a sentence together so I don't know about that word."

     Verger smiled thinly, letting his head roll back to look at Lorn down his nose, his back straightened to meet his height. Then he batted his eyelashes expectantly.

     Lorn sighed amused, then shook his head and raised a hand, slamming it on the side of his friend's head. The man squinted his eyes and scoffed, reopening them widely.

     Lorn moved his fingers through the soft strands and scratched at the scalp, observing Verger's lips extend into a hint of smile.

     Then, he leaned closer, sighed, and pressed his lips to Verger's cheek.

    Upon pulling back, he watched his friend in all of his gay radiance. His widened eyes were somewhat sober and his smile wrinkled his nose a little.

     He looked happy all right.

     It made Lorn a little confused. How could just that make him look as if he won the lottery?

     But then Verger leaned into him and returned the peck, his wet, soft lips and his nose that puffed hot air pressing into Lorn's cheek determinedly. And Lorn laughed in surprise, pulling back almost shyly.

     "Tadaah..." Verger let his head fall aside. "Here comes the 'no homo' part and that's that, everyone's happy."

     "You totally ruined it." Lorn said, watching dubiously as his foreign arms sneaked around Verger's narrow waist, accentuated by the thin long sleeve t-shirt he was wearing. His hoodie was beer stained somewhere in a corner, and Lorn definitely had nothing to do with its state.

     Verger made a weird sound and hunched into Lorn, letting the man hug him whole. It was around when Verger nudged Lorn's neck with his nose that Lorn remembered he was drunk, and... and drugged and all that excuse stuff. Thus, this was all cool, just for that moment.

     "I go now."

     That moment that was gone.

     "What why?" Lorn asked, letting his friend pull back, not without the necessary rub of the chest and abs through Lorn's black wife-beater.

     "Don't get it personatedly I just..." Verger pointed a thumb at the door, then at Lorn and then twirled the finger around. "Flicks and pecks won't get me an orgasm."

     Lorn frowned, watching in disbelief as Verger started walking backwards. "We were having a moment, dude! Uh... Maybe if I like peck hard enough?"

     Verger shook his head. "No matter how many a peck, Lorn. A man has his needs."

     "Bros before..." Lorn ruffled his hair, then sighed and threw his arms up. "Fine whatever don't care." he turned away.

     Verger opened the door and hid behind it, letting his head out to peek at his friend, who was grooving on the melody from the basement- someone must've let the door open because it was soundproof.

     He was sort of moody-dancing, a frown on his face as he bobbed his head and bounced lightly, naked arms dangling heavily around him. His muscles strained against the tight wife-beater with each move, and the occasional stomp send specks of dust flying about, glowing dully in the moonlight.

     And then there was his hair, trailing behind him like an echo to his every move. And then it covered half of his face as he turned it towards Verger with a piercing blue glare.

     "What else do you want from me!"

     Verger pecked the air and left.

 

     But no blonde, laid back, handsomely nonchalant force could keep the two apart throughout the whole night.

     And so Lorn woke up tucked safely in his friend's arms, lying entirely on him. He could understand why he fell asleep like that despite the gayness of it- Verger was comfortable, and his bromance was really warm to the heart.

     But then Lorn realized something was in his mouth. And only once he opened his eyes and chewed a little, he felt it to be an adult sized pacifier.

     From all the things he'd expect to wake up to after attending a Satan-blessed party, this would have to be the last.

     Raising up a little, he glanced around, absent-mindedly chewing on the soother with wet, squishy noises.

     Despite the lack of furniture, people have had no problem finding place to sleep. Some persons served as mattresses, others as pillows, others as blankets, it was all a big messy love. Then there were Lorn and Verger who took the entire couch to themselves like the jerks they were, but the pacifiers and many photos Nigel must've taken of them with his camera served them right.

     When Lorn felt his head being tugged back, he looked down to observe that his and Verger's pacifiers were tied by a plastic chain. And that Verger was being just adorable.

     His eyes were squinted open just a slit, the light brown of them coated in sleepy tears. Then he puffed once and subconsciously chewed the soother while rubbing his disastrous hair out of his face.

     "Ok this is too gay even for you." Lorn grumbled around the rubber in his mouth before taking it out. But then Verger reached a hand to it and shoved it back in, at which the man frowned. To no one in particular because his friend closed his eyes and resumed his slumber.

     With a sigh, Lorn lowered onto him once again, head tucked under Verger's chin, and let the man hug him. With the peaceful waves of his friend's body and the therapeutic effect of munching on a soother, Lorn easily fell right back to sleep.

 

     Lorn was waiting outside, eyes wrinkled in the annoying summer morning sun. His red sclera scared a few people away from his sidewalk, making them switch or round him by going on the road.

     Not that he was in a sociable mood anyway. He was in a throw up mood.

     Hearing steps behind him, he turned to check if it was Verger but saw Órgy instead, stepping out of the house and lightning a cigarette. Their moods seemed to match all right, so Lorn just turned frontwards and resumed his own cig.

     Just as he finished it, another pair of steps occurred, and upon turning to check he saw Verger, walking down the path towards him.

     "Check this out." he extended a photo, and Lorn took it.

     "Well weren't we the sweetest." he croaked out, holding the photo up against the sun. "Burn it to ashes."

     "Never." Verger's tone attempted to raise in argument but the rasp didn't allow it.

     Lorn threw it at his friend and rubbed his face up and down. "How'd you even end up with me anyway, I thought your precious Curtis was oiled and waiting."

     "About that." Verger groaned, scratching his hair. He swayed a little, then shook his head and coughed. "See... we were going at it. His hand up my shirt, my hand down his-"

     "Don't, dude."

      "Aaaand it was going great but then Valentin walked in on us." Verger sighed. "And- and he says 'Whoa, daddy, back in the game' before leaving. At which I laugh and ask why'd his nickname be 'daddy' at which he goes 'Ah well I shot Valentin out of my balls and into his mother' and... Curtis is Valentin's father."

      Lorn's eyes finally widened in the light and his eyebrows went up, lips as so. "Dude! No!"

     "Yes." Verger cried. "Can you- I can't- I would've never- it's so wrong, I just... fúck. Apparently he is 39."

     "No fúcking way!" Lorn laughed. "I'll give it to you, he doesn't look like it... shít."

     "Shít." Verger agreed with a slow nod.

     "So you just walked away, you prick?"

     Verger gawked at him. "I am the age of his son!"

     Lorn snorted, shaking his head. "Oh man. Well I'm sorry for ya. It's not everyday you get to hookup with weirdos like those and you wasted it." he pointed at the house.

     "Ah I did hook up afterwards, with Órgy. He was fúcking mad, sucking everyone in sight." Verger laughed, darting a glance at the lanky smoker.

     Lorn laughed again. "Verger, I have something coming for you. You're not as gay as you grew to believe."

     Verger frowned at him. "How's that?"

     "Órgy is a girl." Lorn said. "She had me too."

     Verger's face smoothed, and Lorn awaited the shock eagerly, but instead he received a look of amused disbelief.

     "Lorn." he raised his hands. "Lorn." he started laughing, taking a few steps back. "Lorn, Órgy is a guy."

     "Just because she has short spiky hair and no boobs doesn't mean she's not feminine, jeez Verger you're being such a dick!"

     "Lorn I returned the favor!" Verger whisper-yelled. "I sucked Órgy's dick!"

     The lines under Lorn's eyes darkened and his mouth went open, a few strands of hair falling over his face just to join the effect.

     "There's this nutcase Georgie and he forced me here!"

     Georgie.

     Órgy.

     Ge-órgy.

     "Fúck no!" Lorn yelled, gawking at Órgy. "What the fúck!"

     Órgy's head snapped towards them and he kindly showed them the finger before strolling inside the house.

     Meanwhile, Verger was shamelessly laughing his life off, gripping at his abs and struggling to stand up.

     "That's enough. This is seriously enough. This is all your fault!"

     "What?" Verger laughed.

     "Fúck you, fúck Órgy and fúck every fág infected maggot crawling this earth!"

     Verger stopped laughing, though the grin still echoed. "Dude, it's not that big a deal."

     "It is! Ever since I met you I've done more gay shít than I- I've never done gay shít before! Just fúck off!" Lorn snapped. "Seriously fúck off." he took a few steps backwards before turning and storming away.

     Verger sighed, rubbing his legs with his palms and then shoving them in his pockets. "It's... it's the other way."

     Lorn stopped walking, turned around and headed left.

 

Sorry for the delay, here's... however many pages to make up for it :)

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