Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Lo Engano (The Deceit) ❯ La Llamada (The Call) ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: DSSDodoism 
Dai comes home, finds his dark, empty home, and receives a call from a certain someone.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Angst / Romance | Type: Shounen-ai | Uploaded On: 09.20.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 188 | Status: Work In Progress
Dai comes home, finds his dark, empty home, and receives a call from a certain someone.
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Angst / Romance | Type: Shounen-ai | Uploaded On: 09.20.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 188 | Status: Work In Progress
Dai Lihve and Marcus Hayden are copyrighted to DSSDodoism. You bet. If angst, lemon, lime, or any of the things I've already listed offend you, then don't read it, kay? Kay.
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He had gotten home early for once, yet what was he to find? An empty garage, a cold living room, everything that he had expected it to be. Of course Marcus was working late again. Working as a businessman had to be hard on a man of Marcus’s patience and stress, and Dai had fully accepted that when they moved in together.
But it was hard to see himself loving the man any more than he loved the paint on the walls or the carpet on the floor. Their relationship had sizzled out god knew when, and Dai had done his best to hold it together. Marriage was out of the question to keep it together, and he couldn’t really talk to anyone about his fears that Marcus would end up leaving him. Sure, it sounded pitiful and attention-craving that Dai wanted some damned affection, but since when had he gotten that out of anyone?
Dropping his school bag onto the ground, pale fingers moved to flick on the lights of the house, lighting up the Victorian-era abode. A large fireplace sizzled quietly with the embers of the previous night’s fire, pressed against the west wall of the living room. An enormous mahogany bookshelf towered to the ceiling at the east wall, and the dark black couch situated in the middle of the room only added to the array of colors that were strewn about so hastily. Yet even in the beauty of the entire place, there was no life within those walls, only a past story of sadness and despair. Fingers desperately clutched along the couch while he struggled to take a seat, form slowly sitting down. Pale lips pressed together lightly while he slowly leaned back upon the couch, forest green eyes closing only once. To realize that his relationship with the only man he had ever loved would eventually deteriorate? It broke his heart, which was already crumbled after… that event.
His eyes glanced lightly to the coffee table where he picked up a picture that had a beautiful lined frame around it, gazing into the picture that stared back at him. The setting had been a park, and he remembered it like it was yesterday.
”Ma Ma!” The brown-haired child giggled gleefully, sand in his hair and his bare toes covered in the sticky sand that clung to his tiny little feet. Chubby hands lifted up happily while bright green eyes glinted happily, the young eight-month-old grinning and laughing.
”Mommy?” A soft voice came from the doorway, snapping Dai back into a reality he didn’t want to come back to right now. Dai lifted his head gently, smiling at the sight of his young son stumbling into the living room, rubbing his eyes.
”What is it, sweetie?” He questioned softly, picking the child up and stroking his fingers through the child’s auburn locks. He had definitely gotten those from his father, Dai could tell. His hand raked through the child’s hair quietly while he pressed a soft kiss at the crown of his head.
”Storm…” Was the only word the child uttered, soft, tiny fingers clutching at his mother’s shirt tightly while he rested his cheek against the male’s chest. Dai had remembered how many compliments he had gotten for how beautiful and adorable his son was, and he had remembered just how many times the child had hidden behind his legs shyly every single time.
”Ryder…” Dai smiled softly, kissing said boy on the hair. “Your Daddy won’t be home til’ later on. I can make you some hot chocolate and you can sit here and watch cartoons with me. Will that help you fall asleep?” He inquired quietly, tickling the child’s tummy, earning a soft giggle from the two-year-old.
”Uh-huh!” The child smiled happily, gazing up to him and hugging his neck tightly, curling up in his arms. This brought a soft smile across Dai’s face, setting him on the couch and turning on the TV, flipping it towards some random cartoon that automatically received the attention of the young child.
The man moved quietly into the kitchen, fingers stroking back the long black hair that continuously hung in his eyes. Looking from an outside perspective, Dai was quite a beautiful one. Black, smooth hair hung down to the back of his waist, usually tied back into a ponytail or some sort of intricate braid. But at the moment, it was tied up into a messy bun atop his head. If not for those horrible bags under his eyes and the look of sadness upon his face, he could’ve passed as… perhaps some sort of model.
The sound of a phone ringing awoke him from his thoughts, cursing quietly under his breath and placing all the ingredients for the hot chocolate upon the counter. He made his way to the phone, lightly stumbling upon one of the toys on the kitchen floor, cursing even louder than before while his toe stung horribly by now.
”Hello?” He inquired quickly after picking up the phone and holding it against his ear, shaking his head and growling quietly while he rubbed his foot. The pain in his ankle was by now excruciating, making him want to wrap it up or at least call a doctor. A sprain, a break, it was hard to tell.
”Look, I’m not really in the position to talk right now, but if you’ll just call back later, I’ll get back to you as soon as I can, okay?” God, he felt like those robotic voices on the goddamned answering machine now.
”Dai.” The voice stated from the other line, deep and barely audible.
Said male’s bright green eyes shot open almost immediately, his fingers curling around the phone, almost breaking it in half from either anger or nervousness.
”M-Marcus…?”
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Cliffhanger, omgz. ^__^ Well, I’ll try to update if you guys leave me good reviews. No flaming, just constructive criticism. <
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He had gotten home early for once, yet what was he to find? An empty garage, a cold living room, everything that he had expected it to be. Of course Marcus was working late again. Working as a businessman had to be hard on a man of Marcus’s patience and stress, and Dai had fully accepted that when they moved in together.
But it was hard to see himself loving the man any more than he loved the paint on the walls or the carpet on the floor. Their relationship had sizzled out god knew when, and Dai had done his best to hold it together. Marriage was out of the question to keep it together, and he couldn’t really talk to anyone about his fears that Marcus would end up leaving him. Sure, it sounded pitiful and attention-craving that Dai wanted some damned affection, but since when had he gotten that out of anyone?
Dropping his school bag onto the ground, pale fingers moved to flick on the lights of the house, lighting up the Victorian-era abode. A large fireplace sizzled quietly with the embers of the previous night’s fire, pressed against the west wall of the living room. An enormous mahogany bookshelf towered to the ceiling at the east wall, and the dark black couch situated in the middle of the room only added to the array of colors that were strewn about so hastily. Yet even in the beauty of the entire place, there was no life within those walls, only a past story of sadness and despair. Fingers desperately clutched along the couch while he struggled to take a seat, form slowly sitting down. Pale lips pressed together lightly while he slowly leaned back upon the couch, forest green eyes closing only once. To realize that his relationship with the only man he had ever loved would eventually deteriorate? It broke his heart, which was already crumbled after… that event.
His eyes glanced lightly to the coffee table where he picked up a picture that had a beautiful lined frame around it, gazing into the picture that stared back at him. The setting had been a park, and he remembered it like it was yesterday.
”Ma Ma!” The brown-haired child giggled gleefully, sand in his hair and his bare toes covered in the sticky sand that clung to his tiny little feet. Chubby hands lifted up happily while bright green eyes glinted happily, the young eight-month-old grinning and laughing.
”Mommy?” A soft voice came from the doorway, snapping Dai back into a reality he didn’t want to come back to right now. Dai lifted his head gently, smiling at the sight of his young son stumbling into the living room, rubbing his eyes.
”What is it, sweetie?” He questioned softly, picking the child up and stroking his fingers through the child’s auburn locks. He had definitely gotten those from his father, Dai could tell. His hand raked through the child’s hair quietly while he pressed a soft kiss at the crown of his head.
”Storm…” Was the only word the child uttered, soft, tiny fingers clutching at his mother’s shirt tightly while he rested his cheek against the male’s chest. Dai had remembered how many compliments he had gotten for how beautiful and adorable his son was, and he had remembered just how many times the child had hidden behind his legs shyly every single time.
”Ryder…” Dai smiled softly, kissing said boy on the hair. “Your Daddy won’t be home til’ later on. I can make you some hot chocolate and you can sit here and watch cartoons with me. Will that help you fall asleep?” He inquired quietly, tickling the child’s tummy, earning a soft giggle from the two-year-old.
”Uh-huh!” The child smiled happily, gazing up to him and hugging his neck tightly, curling up in his arms. This brought a soft smile across Dai’s face, setting him on the couch and turning on the TV, flipping it towards some random cartoon that automatically received the attention of the young child.
The man moved quietly into the kitchen, fingers stroking back the long black hair that continuously hung in his eyes. Looking from an outside perspective, Dai was quite a beautiful one. Black, smooth hair hung down to the back of his waist, usually tied back into a ponytail or some sort of intricate braid. But at the moment, it was tied up into a messy bun atop his head. If not for those horrible bags under his eyes and the look of sadness upon his face, he could’ve passed as… perhaps some sort of model.
The sound of a phone ringing awoke him from his thoughts, cursing quietly under his breath and placing all the ingredients for the hot chocolate upon the counter. He made his way to the phone, lightly stumbling upon one of the toys on the kitchen floor, cursing even louder than before while his toe stung horribly by now.
”Hello?” He inquired quickly after picking up the phone and holding it against his ear, shaking his head and growling quietly while he rubbed his foot. The pain in his ankle was by now excruciating, making him want to wrap it up or at least call a doctor. A sprain, a break, it was hard to tell.
”Look, I’m not really in the position to talk right now, but if you’ll just call back later, I’ll get back to you as soon as I can, okay?” God, he felt like those robotic voices on the goddamned answering machine now.
”Dai.” The voice stated from the other line, deep and barely audible.
Said male’s bright green eyes shot open almost immediately, his fingers curling around the phone, almost breaking it in half from either anger or nervousness.
”M-Marcus…?”
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Cliffhanger, omgz. ^__^ Well, I’ll try to update if you guys leave me good reviews. No flaming, just constructive criticism. <