The more you want the less you have [BxB]

Chapter 1 - Taste of your lips

What if I tell you that the past, present and future are roaming around us. The more you dream the more lives you have lived. What would it mean when you are having the same dream over and over again?

Stinging pain on your chest makes you go completely insane until you hear it. The other heartbeat right under your palm, yet you realize the heartbeat is not yours; physically not yours.

You try to open your eyes, but your eyelids feel so fucking heavy; you groan from pain. Right after that you can hear it. This gentle voice soothes your soul and mind.

Is this all a dream or a harsh reality?

"I can't be without you." The voice says again. "Please come back to me, I can't be without you."

You try to lift your hand, but the more you try the heavier it is. You try to clench your fist, but you cannot because something is holding you back. "M-my ha-hand.." This voice sounds like yours but it is so distant.

"Shh, It'll be fine. I'll call the doctor." The voice distantly says and you can feel how your hand is now so light; if given the chance they would fly away.

"Doctor, his hands moved, he even said something.." constant talking was heard in the background, but to him it all seemed like it was just a dream. Only a bad dream.

Yet the question was still somewhere flying around. Where is he and what happened? He was invited to a birthday party. Did he reach the party? Was it a good party? Why can't he move, why everything hurts, how is all of this possible? Who is the one talking and why can't he shut his mouth at least for a while?

His constant nagging is bringing him even more pain.

"S-shut..." He tried to say, but it sounded more like a thin stream of air whistling through a whistle.

A touch of a warm hand surprised him on his heavy eyelids, someone lifted them and used a flashlight to check his eyes. The pain was almost unbearable, the light hurt his eyes so fucking much that he almost felt like screaming.

"CT scan.."

"Bleeding inside the.."

Voices in the background were disappearing again. He was all alone, wandering inside his empty mind.

****

"I truly dont give a fuck what you want, father." He stood up so fast that the chair he was sitting on fell down and made people around them jump. "Calm down, I need you to marry her and give me an heir, then you can go back to fucking around useless whores."

Pete grabbed his hair and pulled them. "I won't be giving you an heir. I am fucking gay. I could go and fuck this guy over there, but I will never fuck her. Not in this life." Pete shouted at his father, whilst pointing finger on one guy that just sat at the table right next to theirs. "Stop doing a scene here, Pete. I thought that we could negotiate." His father tried to calm down the situation, but it was too much for Pete. "Oooh, you want to negotiate? Are you fucking kidding me?" Pete threw his hands into the air and with a loud thud they fell on the table. "You came here, saying that I should go and marry her in the next two weeks, give you an heir and then I can do whatever I want? You fucking call this negotiation?" Pete hysterically laughed. "You are so fucking pathetic. I dont give a damn about your company being broke. You gave up on me and mom and now you are crawling back, because you need me." Another hysterical laughter came from Pete's throat. "You are so fucking pathetic." Pete fiercely grabbed the table, "yet you don't realize one thing, father." Pete used the most cold voice he possibly could. "I don't need you. I am successful enough, mom is doing well too, so don't bother us anymore."