Their Dark Love (Boyxboy)

Chapter 1

*Welcome to my new story! This was suggested to make into a full story by Scomiche_forever2 a few months ago now and Scott_Scomiche_Mitch recently. This is Scomiche and more will be explained in the following chapters.*

Ending One Relationship, Starting Another

The pages of the book in his hands fluttered as the wind blew through them and the trees of the park, making the teen have to hold them down. This was his second favorite place to be, especially in the fall. The leaves turning and falling were a beautiful sight to behold. Plus, hardly anyone came here and those who did kept quiet; unlike the boy sitting beside him, much to his dismay.

The boy was speaking to him, but since his words held no resemblance to the reading material before his eyes, he blocked them out. On accident, of course. 

Sensing this, the boy next to him, Mason, asked, "Are you listening to a single thing I'm saying?" 

It was obvious that he was paying him absolutely no mind, but he hummed an affirmative. "Mhm..."

"Michael!" The book was snatched abruptly from where his hands held it, cutting the skin of his pointer finger where a page caught. That finally got his attention. Who did Mason think he was to do that? Oh, his boyfriend...

"Ow!" he hissed as he glared at Mason, reaching a hand forward for his property. "I am listening. Now, give it back."

"Not until we talk," Mason said sternly and stretched his arm out of reach. It had no effect on the other teen, he wasn't intimidated in the slightest.

"Then talk."

The hand that was not being used to keep the book from him was being ran through dark locks of hair. Mason was frustrated with him, he recognized that emotion.

"I can't do this anymore. Us, I mean."

"Wait. You are breaking up with me." The boy tilted his head some at Mason. He knew it would happen, but not so soon.

"I have to," Mason sighed and rubbed a hand down his face. "You pay more attention to your books than me, and you refuse to open up. I thought I could change you, help you. I was wrong."

The teen thought back to something he'd read word for word: "You can't change people, either you accept who they are or start living life without them." Right now, he was wondering if Mason had read it, too.

In the boy's defense, it wasn't entirely his fault that he was constantly distracted and cut-off. His teachings were to blame. Advanced knowledge, concentration, and to trust no one had been hammered into his brain along with other lessons. He was insensitive and ignorant to other's emotions by force. Feeling compassion, or being empathetic and opening up was not something he had the luxury of allowing himself to do. And at this point, he wouldn't know where to start.

He had been trying with Mason, using him as a test run. Though he knew it was not fair to him, it let him know if he was making any progress with acting normal; obviously not much, if any at all.

"I am sorry." he tried, knowing that is what's supposed to be said in situations like this. He imitated a look of sorrow, even though he felt nothing of the sort. He kind of wanted to.

Maybe relating to humans just isn't for everyone, he concludes as he waits for Mason to say something else.

"I am, too," Mason eventually sighs out. He gave him his book back. "I'll see you around."

Mason pressed his lips to his now ex-boyfriends before standing from the bench and walking out of the empty park. The now alone brunette pulled a face. Tugging his sleeve over his hand, he wiped harshly at his lips. He still didn't understand the joy in kissing. Swapping spit wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

He easily returned his attention to the copy of an ancient journal in his hands a moment later. It was the second copy in the world, but it was unknown to him who carried the original, maybe it was buried with the writer... Anyway, he hadn't only been reading it for fun. Even though he enjoyed it, it was an assignment from his father-figure and it needed to be finished before he returned home.

He inhaled the cool air of the afternoon and concentrated, going back to the page he had left off on. Four minutes later, he was ten pages ahead of that one and if it weren't for a delicious aroma suddenly embracing him, he might've finished the entire two inch thick book within the next ten minutes. The smell that distracted him was simply masculine and intoxicating.

"If he's jealous of you loving books, he wasn't worth a second thought," informed a deep voice near him and he shivered a bit.

He felt odd, tickly– no tingly. Yeah, that's the word. Tingles were good, right? Because that voice made him want to melt without even knowing who it belonged to yet.

"Excuse me?" The boy managed to choke out and stared up at the stranger who had taken Mason's former place beside him. He hated being bothered, but he could make an exception for this handsome interruption.

Sitting down, the man was a good couple of inches taller than him so he could only imagine their height difference when standing. His hair was covered by a black hat, but a few pale blonde—almost white, really— strands peeked from their containment. And then there was the guy's eyes. They were sapphire blue and giving him their full attention. The younger of the two just continued to stare until he glanced to the man's moving lips that were speaking words he couldn't seem to hear.

The man paused for a moment with an amused expression. "Did you hear me?"

It was clear that he didn't, he was captivated.

"Huh? No, I apologize. Could you repeat whatever it was?" He smiled at the smirk the stranger gave him and looked down shyly. This time he truly was sorry. Sorry that he missed anything coming lips so lovely as this guy's.

"Well, um...?"

He realized that the man wanted his name. Michael, Mitch, Michael, Mitch...

"Michael," he offered, not missing a beat. For a moment he could have sworn the man narrowed his eyes in an disbelieving manner, but when he blinked there was nothing of the sort present anymore.

"Well, Michael, I was saying that I overheard what happened with you and your friend as I was coming to ask the two of you for directions. I also said that I have no idea how a person could let someone as cute as you be single."

Safe to say the boy blushed. He never blushed before and he wasn't sure if he liked it or wanted the warm feeling to stop.

"Uh, thanks."

"You are very welcome," the man said with a charming smile. "I'm Scott."

He looked at the large hand being extended to him before taking it.

Well hello Scott...