Lips sewn up in fear

Chapter 1

Bleeding lips, bitten tongues, and closed eyes.

It's all the two males needed.

Pain for them was normal. One was always rough, more dominant than the other. The man did not care for his birth name, he instead went by a nickname that closely resembles it.

The second man however, liked his name. It was unique, rolled off of the tongue in a bitter fire. He loved it.

They had their differences, these two. They spoke two different tongues, two different stories and backgrounds and traditions to be told. They loved it. The curiosity was sparked long ago, at the party the first male had loved so much. The second male, didn't care for it, but put up with the noise and the smell of sex clinging to the air.

To the first, it was home.

To the second, it was hell.

All differences aside, they found each other. The first, in a drunken stupor of sex driven mind and a lack of self control. The second, a small, frail young man as sober as the morning dawn making the dew on leaves shine bright and leave an imprint on the breath taking scene.

Time goes on and on throughout the night, drink after convinced drink later, echoing screams and moans from the bedroom down the hall erupt in a large chorus.

There's no stopping what fate has brought together to dance the tricky tango of love.