Blessed Are We

Damn organ

Serj Tankian has not yet kept his sanity after the wild experiment with his good friend Daron Malakian. He lost the ability to give himself a good night's sleep; throughout the night he squirmed around and giggled like a madman while covering his blushing face. He knows that much is true, but it's displayed as a wonderful daydream he could think about for days. And he's not hiding the shame of growing a boner meanwhile he's in his joyful state, but he's not touching it. Serj's gonna let it grow just like his new feelings for Daron. For they're no longer neutrally platonic, no, it's a new era for a new bond. I give you: the crush.

While Daron, on the other hand, he slept through the night in a cold, dark and deeply hidden motel room. He may have smacked some roaches crawling over his bare neck, but he was also busy with thinking about his lustful experience with Serj. Is he growing an erection too? Indeed he is, and quite frankly, he's touching himself whilst he daydreams. He isn't smiling or giggling like Serj does, but he feels the happiness.

The two men danced their way seperatedly to the baptist church to bully Lloyd and Mallorie again. They're aware that they actually are not in need of treatment, self control was no fuss after all. It was easy to grasp. They understood that no meant no. Serj is staying for two reasons: for his friend and for his search of an organ from his hallucination. Every church must have some kind of electric organ in a small storage or under a dusty cover. Will he play the organ? Or will he just glare at the organ's keys and buttons until he turns around and thinks, "yes, I found the damn organ," and leave the organ? Man, he just wants to find a damn organ.

"Oh, fuck me again!" Daron squeals whilst he immediately runs after seeing Serj for the first time since the day before. He wore the same polka-patterned sweater he wore the first time he met Serj. But this time, no leather jacket. "Not today, to be honest." Serj responds and keeps his walking speed normal. Daron jogs the last meters, making the view better for Serj to see how he shines bright in the rather cloudy weather. "It was an impulse, don't get me wrong." He says breathtaken and stops closely in front of the elder man. "Impulse or not, I'll gladly change my mind, if you like," he starts, giving Daron a glimpse of hope to get rimmed, "but I have something really important to think about at the moment." He finishes and gazes inside the windows of the church in hope to see anything covered with a blanket. "What is it?" Daron asks and tugs on Serj's big, dark sweater. He wonders why Serj in particular would choose something in front of him - after intimacy?

"A damn organ." Serj says.

"A damn organ?"

"Yeah, an electric one."

"Man, I love electric organs. Those Hammond ones are lovely."

"Glad you think so, but I don't care much for the brand right now, I just want a damn organ."

"What for?"

"I was given a sign when I came to Phoenix. Something about organs in my dreams."

"Huh?"

As they were talking, Serj never took his eyes away from the windows, and he saw Mallorie standing there a brief second, until she quickly closed the curtains when she saw the two men. Serj decided to take Daron in with him, and by now Mallorie might have warned Lloyd about them already, but what can they do about it?

"'Nyello, Mal and Lloyd!" Daron exclaims from the door, faint whimpering and confused mumbling could be heard from the big hall.

"I think we got ourselves a full ring today." Says Serj informative and looks at the coats hanging on hooks beside the exit. "Full ring!"

The spawns of the Devil, as Mallorie and Lloyd refers the two men to, were happy to see a ring of chairs of people they have never seen before, until they noticed there was only one empty chair left in the ring. "You two share!" Mallorie raised her voice at Serj and Daron, hoping for denial from them, the mumbling was heard again. "Or don't-" she then said, realizing they could fusion into some sort of Megatron against her, but it was much too late as they both had one leg each sitting. She couldn't ask Lloyd to run down to the basement again to pick up the chair she specifically asked him to remove after her little eye contact with Serj Tankian. No, she expected that the spawns of the Devil would gasp at each other and say some shit like, "two men, sharing a chair?!" And stomp out in fury - in fear of homosexual tension? My God, how is that comparable to getting rimmed by a purely non-fictive cock in a Bible storage?