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Blinds shut, Ryubi turned up the stereo.
"YOU CAN DANCE, YOU CAN JIIIVE, HAVING THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE, OOOOOOOOH SEE THAT GIRL, WATCH THAT SCENE, BRING IN THE DANCING QUEEEEN!"
And then he heard laughter.
"OH GOD BLYE WHY ARE YOU HERE?" Screamed Ryubi, leaping for the stereo, half destroying the contents of his desk as he dove. "You invited me, bitch. Remember?" Blye took a drag of his cigarette and laughed again.
Ryubi had managed to quiet his stereo, and stood up, straightening out the wrinkles in his jeans. "What did I tell you about smoking in here?" Ryubi quipped as he began to re-organize the various papers and such on his desk. "Uh uh uh. Don't you change the subject on me, Mr. San-oh-so-very-very-gay. ABBA?" "No," Ryubi replied meekly. "There the A*Teens." "So much better, Ryubi. Really." He took another drag of his cigarette. "I thought I told you to stop that. And for your information, I like high energy upbeat disco remakes as much as the next guy. Just not enough to ever ever admit it in public. And how *dare* you accuse me of being gayer than you, Captain Faggot." "How?" Blye giggled. "Easy. I get pussy. Making me straight. Ish." "You also have sucked the cock of every wannabe gay goth kid you encountered" "So what. I'm bi, and your gay, with a very steady boyfriend. I get pussy and you don't. Henceforth, you are the gayer one." He snuffed out the rest of his cigarette on the desk. "Speaking of your boyfriend, where IS Ashton?" "On Assignment," Ryubi replied. "None of your business, really. So, are we going?" Ryubi asked, gathering his wallet and keys. "Oh, Heavens no Bitch! You have such a *hot* body. Wear something that shows it off nicer than that ratty Ramones shirt." "I am NOT wearing see-through fabric and a lace thong, Blye. You can be the whore. I'm not going to be picking up guys. And I'm more comfortable dancing in a t-shirt than in bondage gear, or mesh, or some foofy number like the one your wearing. And by the way, I am not calling the ambulance when you pass out from loosing the circulation in your crotch." Faking shock, Blye looked down at the noticable bulge in his pants. "Oh my, I don't remember my pants being THAT tight... Ryubi, I'm afraid I have a boner. Be a dear and help me with it?" Ryubi laughed. "Pay me, bitch. Besides, haven't you jacked off enough today?" "There is no such thing as too much, Bitch. Especially when I'm going to be bringing someone home." "As long as home doesn't mean here, I'm fine with that. You save that boner for him. Or her. Or it, if it happens to be a cactus. Or a hermaphrodite." "Hey, It was ONE TIME." "Mhm. Sure." Ryubi walked passed Blye, slapping his ass on the way. "C'mon, Bitch. Let's go clubbing."
Grinning, Blye said nothing, for once, and followed.
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| .... forget chapters. Too complicated.
After reading boy meets boy, I've been inspired to return to this.
So here you go- next installment, away!
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"Hey Bledsoe!" Portia chirped as Bledsoe walked in through the front door.
"Aah! Portia. Why are you here?" Bledsoe asked, putting his briefcase
down on the table next to the front door. "Why not?" Portia whined.
"How about you don't live here, for starters?" Bledsoe remarked, as he
lazily tugged at the knot in his tie, trying to get it undone. "That's
not a good reason." Porita stepped over to Bledsoe and slipped a finger
through the knot, pulling the tie off easily. "Beisdes, look how lost
you would be without a woman in the house." "You know I'm married,
Portia. I have a woman in the house." "Mhm. But she's not here right
now, is she? And your bag is vibrating." Porita smiled as Bledsoe
turned and looked at his briefcase. Sure enough, it was rumbling. "Oh.
duh, my phone. And it's a BRIEFCASE, Portia, not a BAG," Bledsoe
snapped as he reached into the side pocket and answered his phone. "It
doesn't change the fact that it looks like a purse, Bledsoe."
"Hello?"
"Yo, Bledsoe, It's Amos. What's up?"
"Oh, Amos. Hey, I won my case!"
"Congrats, man. I knew you would." There was a pause.
"Um, what was it for again?"
"A murder, Amos. Double Homicide."
"Hey, good job, again. What do you say we go out for drinks? Have a little celebration. You can tell me more about it."
"Well, actually, I was going to go out to dinner with Misty."
"But that'll be in like, what, two hours or sometihing? It's Six,
Bledsoe. Not like you were planning on going out to dinner right now,
where you?"
"Oh, no. She's not even home yet. You don't know where she is, do you?"
"Since when am I her personal assistant? I have no clue, sorry. You try her cell?"
"Yeah, but her signal died."
"Oh."
"You know what? Let's go out. It would beat sitting around here waiting for her-"
"You could wait with ME!" Hollered Portia from the Kitchen.
"Is Portia over?"
Bledsoe just sighed.
"I'll take that as a yes. So I'll pick you up in like, ten minutes?"
"Make it more like 20? I just got home."
"Sure. Not a problem."
"Cool. See ya."
"Likewise."
Amos hung up and sighed. It SHOULD have been a simple evening. He had
intended to spend it with Jean Grey, Wolverine, Storm, and Cyclops,
followed by a much more exclusive adventure without the afformentioned
female characters. But now, he was spending it with Bledsoe. No
superhero fantasies tonight.
Being with Bledsoe had become harder and harder for Amos to do. Now
that he was married to Misty, he seemed even more unattainable. And it
didn't help that none of Amos's feelings for Bledsoe had subsided in
the two months since the wedding. If anything, they had increased. It
was so hard for him to interact with the other man. Why had he agreed
to help Misty? The next four hours would be torture. It would be as if
he was starving, and there was a bowl of fruit behind a glass wall that
he could never get too.
He could have said 'No' to Misty, but he knew how badly that would
screw her over. She was desperate to keep Bledsoe from finding out that
her that the insturment in her "Saxaphone Case" hardly made the sweet,
jazzy sound that Bledsoe thought it did. Unless he had never heard a
saxaphone before, in which case Misty may have an excuse. But even
someone as un-wordly as Bledsoe probably new the basic brass
insturments.
He hoped.
Having said "no" would have left Misty to come up with some hairbrained
excuse as to why she was home four hours later than she should have
been. Bledsoe may have found out. Being a lawyer, He always had a
strong sense of justice. Hell, he just put a man in prison for doing
what his own wife had done more times than she could count. It didn't
take a startling amount of common sense to see why she didn't want him
to know.
If he had refused, there was a chance their relationship may have
crumbled. It would have left Bledsoe open again. There would have been
a chance.
But he wouldn't have. Amos never could do that to Misty, or to Bledsoe. They loved each other too much.
That, and Bledsoe was straight, so theoretically, Amos should have given up hope a long time ago.
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And I'm done for now...
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| I've been super lazy with this, So I've decided to give it an Uber Revamping. Anyway, The story will pick up about three months later....
CHAPTER TWO
Misty blushed as all the eyes on the train turned to her. Misty hated it when her phone rang. She constantly wished she had chosen a less flamboyant Ringtone, but she knew if it was simpler, she'd forget it was hers. Hurriedly, she answered.
"Hello?"
"I won!"
Misty sighed with relief. Bledsoe had been stressing about the case for months on end. It was his first big case- a murder trial. He had been gone for what felt like months on end. Which was fine with Misty. It wasn't that she didn't love her husband- not at all. But It made it easier to work without having to constantly develop excuses for her random dissapearances. Of course, Ashton though Misty should just tell Bledsoe the truth- but he didn't understand. Bledsoe was a lawyer. He had just put a man in jail for doing what Misty did for a living. It would destroy their marriage.
"That's fantastic Bledsoe! I'm so happy!"
"Thanks Sweetie! I'm happy too! I'll be home in like, half an hour or something. I was thinking we could go out to dinner to celebrate."
"Oh.Well..."
Misty wanted to go to dinner, she really did. But She was in Tokyo- Not exactly close to her Los Angeles home.
"Sure. I might be out a bit longer. I'm.... Shopping with Portia."
"What? No. Portia's at hour house! I called just a minute ago looking for you and she picked up."
Misty cringed. Why did Portia constantly loiter around her house? She was desperate.
"What? I can't hear you Bledsoe! I think I'm loosing my signal!"
With that she hung up. Ashton grinned at her.
"Shopping with Portia?"
"Shut up, Ashton. I don't need another of your relationship lectures."
"Why not? It's pretty obvious that my relationship is a bit more sucessful than yours- Ryubi knows what I do when I go to work each day. What does Bledsoe think you do again?"
Misty sighed with aggrivation. "He thinks I'm a music teacher at a preschool. But I still didn't ask for a lecture."
"Suit yourself, Misty."
"I will, bitch."
"Hey," Vince intervened. "Watch your mouth."
"Oh relax. It's not like they speak English," Misty whined. "I'll just tell Bledsoe that I was shopping for Portia because her birthday is in two weeks which by the way Ashton is NOT a lie so don't start accusing me-"
"I wasn't going to say anything!" Ashton claimed defensively.
"And he'll believe the part about the phone signal dying. Now I just have to find a way to span the world in two hours."
"I don't think that's going to be possible, Misty. I know we have one of the fastest jets in the world, but it will still take at least four hours," Vince explained.
"Shit."
"What did I say about Language, Misty?"
"You said fuck it." Misty burrowed her head in her lap, and suddenly popped up again. "I know. I'll just have to create a distraction!"
*****
The three of them were working down the corridor, tearing through enemies. Suddenly, a cannon appeared! They were all armed and ready. Nobody was taking them down. They had gotten too far.
RINGRINGRING!
"Goddammit!" Whined Amos as he hit the pause button on his Playstation controller and he got up to answer the phone.
"Yeah?"
"Amos. I need a favor."
"Misty, will this involve cherry water ice and a boa constrictor? Because you remember how my last 'favor' to you turned out..."
"I'm sorry, okay? But really. This is simple. I need you to distract Bledsoe for, like, four hours."
"Four Hours? Misty, I have a life of my own I'm trying to live here!"
"Psh, you call 'X-Men Legends' a life? Please. Besides, you two are friends. You're the only one who can cover for me. I really need you to do this. I can't risk my cover being blown."
Amos sighed. "I dunno Misty. I have to get this review in by the end of the week and-"
"Please Amos. I'm begging you."
"Fine. I'll do it. But next time, I'm not covering for you."
"Oh my god, thank you so much. I love you. Ooh, gotta go. We're at my stop."
"Alright, love you too. Bye."
"Toodles!"
The phone clicked. Amos turned to face the pause screen. With a sigh, he picked up the phone again and dialed Bledsoe's number. | | |
| chapter~MATRIMONY~one
"Misty, you look just fine."
"JUST FINE?"
"Beautiful!"
Portia laid a hand on her sisters back, rubbing it to help relieve her hysteria. "Shh. You really do look stunning, Misty. I'm sure he'll drop dead when he see's you." "So you're saying I'm gonna kill him?!?" Misty sobbed. "NO! I meant that, well... I'll just stop talking now."
"Really Misty. There is nothing to be worried about. You are gorgeous. Everything will go great, and it will be the best wedding ever," Amos whispered with a smile. Misty smiled back when her father came in. "Everyone, to your places. It's time."
******
She was a beautiful bride. She seemed almost angelic, the long flowing folds of fabric winding along the ground like water.
As the wedding progressed though, Amos couldn't keep himself from crying. It was a beautiful wedding. He was so happy for Misty and Bledsoe. But as he stood there, as Bledsoe's best man, he only wished that he was standing where Misty was instead.
"You may kiss the bride."
But with the touch of their lips, his last chance at his dream vanished forever.
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| ~chapter~MATRIMONY~one~
Part Three
*I don't feel the way I've ever felt
I know
I'm gonna smile and not get worried
I try
But it shows
Anyone can make what I have Built
And better now
Anyone can take the same white pills
That take my pain away
A Lie
A kiss with open eyes
She's not breathing back
Anything but bother me
It takes my pain away
Never mind
These are hurried times
Oh oh oh
I can't let it bother me*
All eyes were on Ryubi. Of course, he was, as usual, totally oblivious to the fact that he was singing out loud. His headphones pulsated with the music from his latest playlist, his pink hair waving as he bopped his head in time with the music.
Asthon brought a hand to his forehead in exaspiration. Not Again, thought Ashton. This always happens at the airport. Might as well shut him up. With a sigh, he walked up to Ryubi and tapped him on the shoulder. *IT TAKES MY PAIN AWAY!!* Ryubi sang. Putting down his "breifcase", Ashton crouched down to the seat level and kissed Ryubi on the lips.
Needless to say, he stopped singing.
"Oh. Ash! You're finally back..." Ryubi said happily, reaching to turn of his CD player. Ryubi pulled his headphones around his neck, and stood up to hug his boyfriend.
"Lets get out of here," Ashton whispered, slightly blushing as all the eyes in the airport lobby turned to him. As they left, Ryubi's manner became more serious.
"So how did it go?"
"Well."
"What, no details?"
"He had henchmen, if that's what you mean. I could give you the play by play if you wanted..."
"Maybe later babe. Do you have your tux in your suitcase?"
"What? Why?"
"The wedding, Ash. It's in three hours."
"...Damn."
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AN: No clue why I used the song I did. Pain by Jimmy Eat World, in case you care. | | |
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