Book of ViTri

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Everybody wants to know
If we fucked on the bathroom sink
How your hands felt in my hair
If we were high on amphetamines

"You should be more careful next time, we could have been heard in there." Trip gave Virus's shoulder a playful shove.
Virus grumbled and fixed his tie, staring into the cracked, dirty mirror of the bar's bathroom.

Nobody needed to know this.

And everybody wants to hear
How we chainsmoked until three
And how you laughed when you said my name
And how you gripped my hips so mean

"You know it's not like I care if our little 'secret' is out." Virus's voice has a slight echo in this dim room as he watched Trip fix the hair the not-twin had been running his hands through in a heated kiss earlier.
How this time, the two panted each other's names in something more than a cheap bathroom fuck.

We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night
But the ending is the same every damn time, no, no, no
We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night
But the ending is the same every damn time

As a kid, Trip has a stupid fantasy of living with Virus. Being taken care of like a baby by someone who was always praised for their work, and grew up knowing what they were doing. But as a special pact was formed, the ideas and fantasies grew to a definition of lust.

They think I'm insane, they think my lover is strange
But I don't have to fucking tell them anything, anything
And I'm gonna write it all down, and I'm gonna sing it on stage
But I don't have to fucking tell you anything, anything

"I'm pretty sure a few people on the streets know by now." Trip chuckled as he helped Virus pamper up to go back out like nothing happened.
"Its not like we told them shit, right?" Was Virus's response.

That's the beauty of a secret
You know you're supposed to keep it
That's the beauty of a secret, oh oh oh
That's the beauty of a secret
You know you're supposed to keep it
But I don't have to fucking tell you anything,

"I mean, it's not every day you can say you saw the two people who patrol the streets often having sex. With each other no less!" The fake twin grinned.
The other fixed his glasses and hummed in thought at that. "I don't know, maybe they'd think we were just a pair of horny drunkards."

Everybody's waiting up to hear if I dare speak your name
Put it deep beneath the track, like the hole you left in me
And everybody wants to know 'bout how it felt to hear you scream
They know you walk like you're a god, they can't believe I made you weak

Toue. Inc knew nothing about the men's relationship. If they were to be found out, getting fired could be a possibility. But a certain desire in Trip wanted him screaming out at the top of his lungs to everyone who didn't know-
It was so easy to fluster someone like Virus. It was so simple to own someone who was a sadistic little shit towards anyone.

We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night
But the ending is the same every damn time, no, no, no
We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night
But the ending is the same every damn time

Every evening, every night, every other day when the duo weren't at work, this would happen. They saw it as a way to get off, a way to unleash that stress from work-
But was it seen as something more than a lusty hobby?
No.

They think I'm insane, they think my lover is strange
But I don't have to fucking tell them anything, anything
And I'm gonna write it all down, and I'm gonna sing it on stage
But I don't have to fucking tell you anything, anything

Virus pushed the bathroom's swinging door open and was met with the bar's colorful, dim lights and swirl of people taking whatever had alcohol in it.
To the public, it looked like two businessmen had gone for a quick piss, maybe a talk about some private issue at work.

That's the beauty of a secret
You know you're supposed to keep it
That's the beauty of a secret, oh oh oh
That's the beauty of a secret
You know you're supposed to keep it
But I don't have to fucking tell you anything, anything

And that was something the two thought was beautiful.

These days I can't seem to get along with anyone
Get by with anyone
These days I can't seem to make this right, well, is this fine
Will it be alright?

At first, Virus was plagued with the constant worry that people would find out there was someone rumpling up his clothes, but now any emotion for that was replaced with apathy.

They think I'm insane, they think my lover is strange
But I don't have to fucking tell them anything, anything
And I'm gonna write it all down, and I'm gonna sing it on stage
But I don't have to fucking tell you anything, anything

The pain of keeping this sealed between lips, to keep the bruises on his hip from Trip's grip under his clothes, to keep everything unseen-
Such a pleasurable pang of hurt.

That's the beauty of a secret
You know you're supposed to keep it
That's the beauty of a secret, oh oh oh
That's the beauty of a secret
You know you're supposed to keep it
But I don't have to fucking tell you anything, anything

"Had a good time tonight, huh Trip?"
"Yeah."
"We should meet next week, to y'know, talk about the new project?"

At this, a smirk of only cheekiness was plastered on the others face.

"Sure."