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Sorry Silke.....it was lasting even longer until I found time to read it .
I agree completely with Jen and Ely.
And i´m wanting more ,too. 
As I said before ( can´t remember where and when ) - I like your writing - style .
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Posted: Oct 03, 2008 - 01:42 PM
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Posted: Oct 04, 2008 - 01:02 PM
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awsome chapter inded! 
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“I said, nobody will ever hurt you again”, Serj repeated. “And Gertmenian won’t even look at your ass anymore, believe me.”
“Did you kill him?”
sceene, I really had to laugh 
Like imagin daron all stoned, out-powerd and tierd lying there and all the suddend looking up and asking “Did you kill him?” like a little kid with eyes wide open 
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Posted: Oct 06, 2008 - 06:33 PM
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Aw, Serj is such a hero. Putting himself in danger to save his beloved Daron from that vile man.
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Posted: Oct 14, 2008 - 04:41 PM
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Here comes Silvias next part
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"Man, I can't believe it!" Daron exclaimed, wolfing down a big bowl of cereals. "How did you do it? First my Dad, now that hideous motherfucker! You must have got powers! How did you manage to fool him?"
Serj smiled and stroked his beard, watching his young lover put down the spoon and drink orange juice directly from the bottle. Only a few hours ago he looked so weak and shattered! "I have no idea", he replied quietly, "I've made it all up while I was talking to him, there in his office. Seriously, I don't know how he could buy it. I guess he wasn't the smart ass he pretended to be, after all. Or maybe, deep inside, he felt guilty for betraying an old friend."
Daron pointed the spoon at him. "Bullshit. He was much too happy to fuck me and my Dad. I tell you, I should call some friends of mine, you know, we sort of were in the same gang, beat the living crap out of Mr. Fucking Gertmenian, and steal all that he owes me and more. And shit all over his fucking theatre."
"I hope you're not talking seriously, Dar. It'll get you into worse trouble than you can imagine."
The boy ate another spoonful. "You bet I'm fucking serious, Serj", he said through his mouth full, "I hate him. But don't worry, I'm not going to do anything to the old fat asshole. He isn't worth a single second of my life, I just wanna forget everything that happened to me lately. Except you, of course." He looked down into his bowl. "Serj...man...I don't know how to say it...err...I want you to know that I'm very thankful for what you've done. I regret telling you all that crap the other day, I mean, you were trying to help me and I threw shit at you like you were talking nonsense. And despite that you saved my ass, I, I will never forget it. Sorry for causing you all this trouble."
Serj's right hand reached out and gently squeezed Daron's shoulder, while the other hand held his. "Daron, you don't have to say you're sorry all the time, I know you are. And I don't blame you for telling shit, you were too upset to ever try and think clearly. Although I would have preferred that you could have trusted me and told me what was going on - OK, you're a proud and stubborn guy, but sometimes you just have to let go and trust people. Especially those who really love you, like me and your Dad. like you yourself said, not everyone is a dick like Gertmenian and his kin. Your father surely isn't. I - well I hope I'm not, though I have to admit I really wanted to give you a good kick in the ass when you thew that fit."
The boy grinned. "Hehe, I'd rather like getting something else in my ass, man. But I guess this time I deserved it." He looked again into the now empty bowl. "Can I have some more? I'm hungry!"
"This is your second helping, boy, you're never full!" He smiled cheekily. "Wanna fill me?"
Serj shook his head, chuckling. "Dude, you're nuts." "Uh-huh", Daron replied, grabbing a handful of cereals from the box Serj handed him and stuffing it into his mouth, "and this stuff is very good. See, even your cereals are special!"
"Daron..." "Mmmmh?" "Why don't we play somehing? I mean, we have to start at some point, right? So why not doing it right now, just you and I...and see how we get along...and then later we can start jamming with the other guys...you know I'm moving my office, and the new place is huge, it's got room enough for practicing, for parties...we can equip it so we don't necessarily have to go home for the night. As I told you, it might take a couple of weeks, to get rid of all the garbage, furnishing it and so..."
Serj lay his eyes on Daron's face and could barely stop himself from laughing. With his huge eyes open wide in surprise and his mouth full of cereals, the boy reminded him of a giant hamster.
He didn't seem to notice, though. He nodded enthusiastically, bolting down his food. "Yeah! Cool! But...do you have a guitar? Mine's at home." "Yeah, there's an acoustic one in the closet, near the keyboards - you can play it." "OK."
They went into Serj's bedroom and took the instruments out of the closet.
"Wow, Serj, this is a superb keyboard! I'd kill to have one!" Serj smiled. "Yeah, it's a very good one indeed." "True, true", Daron said, full of admiration, running his fingers through the keys. "You can do pretty everything with it. I've got this little Casio my aunt bought me a few years ago, but it's just good to write down songs, cos it sounds too much like plastic, I don't like it." "I didn't know you could play keyboards." "Hehe, you didn't ask me. I'm not that good at it, anyway. If I could afford one of these things I'd be more motivated. Just to be able to write better songs, you know. I've got songs running through my head all the time, and some of them demand to be written on a different instrument than the guitar."
The older man grinned maliciously. "Do you think of songs even like, right now, or when we're making love?" "Hehe, no, I'm not the guy who pulls out halfway a good fuck cos uh-I-have-to-write-this-down-before-it-goes-away. No way. If the song is good, it'll sit down and enjoy and then it'll come back. It's not me thinking about songs, actually it's them that are calling me. Like they were, uh, spirits or such." Daron scratched his head, pensively. "I firmly believe that I was called to be a musician since when I was born, I never thought about being anything but that. I don't know maybe my Mom listened to too much music when she was pregnant. It's not something that I chose to be. And you've seen it, I can't do anything else...almost."
A broad smile appeared on his face. Serj felt his heart fall down to his toes and jump back in place. Why had this boy to be so damn beautiful and radiant?
"Hey, funny that we think the same thing!", he said, pretending he was fixing a cord to hide his sudden blushing. "I mean, I think music is all around us, the whole world, the atoms, even our bowels", he ignored the boy's disgusted look, "everything's got its own sound, its own rhythm...it's been known since the ancient times...and these sounds come to us and through us they become what we call music."
"Exactly!", Daron nodded, excited. "When I'm playing, or writing music, I somehow get lost into it, like in that song, you know, I don't know where I am, what time it is, I don't feel cold or hot or hungry or whatever. No one understands that, except you and my parents, because they too are artists. But being parents, they keep telling me I should go back to school or get a job and hold it, cos it's extremely hard to live on your art. My Dad had to work very hard before he could get his current job at college." "Is he a teacher?", asked a curious Serj. "Dance teacher - you wouldn't tell, huh? He taught me a few folk dances, not only Armenian, you know, but he never wanted to teach me to belly dance - he says that all this hip shaking is not right for a man." Serj sighed, slightly amused. "I'd love to see you belly dancing, I'm sure it would be a remarkable experience. By the way, my brother is into theatre and choreography as well, it's amazing how many things we have in common - it looks like we were bound to meet."
Daron shrugged. "Sort of. And we can't have children - at least, I'm not going to get pregnant anytime soon - so we don't have to stop halfway through a song to change fucking diapers, hehe."
He grabbed the guitar and sat crosslegged on the floor. "This is the very first song I've learned to play", he said shyly, "My cousin taught me. I am the passenger/and I ride and I ride/I ride through the city's backside/I see the stars come out of the sky...man, what are you waiting for? The fucking red carpet? I thought you wanted to jam!"
Serj started. "Uhm...yeah...sorry!", he mumbled blushing. He cursed himself for being so sappy and lovesick, for he had been contemplating the boy's intent face like it was some kind of godly vision - and when Daron goggled or smiled at him it was even worse, he felt he was going to dissolve in a puddle of drool. He sighed and began to play.
Several hours, lots of songs, and a couple of beers later, Serj decided he needed a break. "Why, man?", Daron asked. "We are doing well, aren't we? And you're such a good singer, I think you should take up the vocals, some of them at least - wow, I never heard someone like you...maybe Faith No More's singer..." "Yeah, Mike Patton is quite Godlike to me", Serj replied, stretching his arms out. "Anyway, I really need to stop - it's almost 11, I'm hungry, and tomorrow I have to go to work." "Take a day off!" "May I remember you I already took a day off to look after you today? Sorry, Dar, but you don't seem to realize that I have a company to run, if I begin skipping work it'll soon go to the dogs. It's as important for me as music is. And anyway I'm dead tired."
"Alrighty, Daddy. Old people grow tired very soon, I know."
Serj flipped him off. "Shut the fuck up, boy, I'm nowhere near old!" "Hehe, show me." "Damnit, can you only think about music, food, and sex?"
"No I don't wanna think about it, Serj", Daron snapped back, "I wanna fucking do it! Excuse me if I dare bother you, but we're supposed to be lovers, right? And what the fuck are lovers supposed to do? Eat noodles?"
"Daron, don't start it all again! Why do you always have to be so cantankerous?"
The boy lay the guitar aside and got up, hugging the older man from behind and pressing his cheek against his back. "Serj...it's been ages since we last made love...why don't you want me now? Don't you love me anymore? Do you loathe me for being a slut? Please, Serj...", he murmured, stroking his lover's chest, "I know I'm stupid and screwed up and whatever, but I really do love you...you drive me crazy, man, your body, your voice, your soul...I so need you..."
“Call your father." "Eh?"
Serj turned around and put his hands on Daron's shoulders, smiling. "I said call your Dad, tell him you're gonna stay with me tonight. I love you too, Daron, you don't know how much - do you really think that I would have been looking for you, brought you home, and talked to the fucking old bastard, if I didn't love you? Are you so insecure that you need to be constantly reassured about being loved? I do love you, boy - first because you're a fellow human being, second, because you're beautiful...and I don't just mean physically, you're a beautiful soul...and third, because I love you. I want you to be my special other, no matter where life will lead us."
He wiped the tears from the boy's eyes with the back of his index fingers. "Do you feel better now, my silly boy?" Daron snorted and nodded. "Come on then, take my cell phone and go call your Dad." The boy flashed him with such a sweet smile that he had to resist the urge to howl, (there was no full moon anyway) kissed him on the cheek, and ran into the bathroom.
Serj sat on the bed, pulling off his shirt and yawning. He felt extremely tired and not actually eager for sex. Dealing with Daron was like riding a rollercoaster, or walking on a thin rope between the Twin Towers, for the boy, albeit intelligent and very talented, had very poor self-control. It's gonna take me lots of patience, he thought, grabbing his bag of weed from the bedside table and rolling a joint. But maybe we will be able to do something worthwhile. Something that will make people start thinking.
Meanwhile: "Barev?" "Papa, it's me...Daron. Listen, I'm going to stay at Serj's tonight, and..." "No, you're coming back home right now. You owe me at least an explanation about what happened between you and Mr. Gertmenian." "Please, Papa, don't ask me. I really can't tell you. Let's just say, he's been unfair to me and offended you. That's all I can tell. I won't work for him anymore. And I'm sorry, but I'm not coming home, at least for a while. No...no, Papa, I won't. Don't yell at me please. I wanna stay with Serj, he loves me and helped me and he's loyal and true, and I love him. You can hate me, but I won't change my mind."
He said it all in a rush, trying to hold back the tears. Vartan sighed. "Darik, I've never hated you and never will. It was your choice to leave, and when you came back from jail we welcomed you with open arms. This door will always be open for you.
You know I don't approve your...your lifestyle, but Serj seems to be a good man, sensible and experienced. Maybe he will succeed where I failed."
Daron wished he could hug his old man - he felt like his heart was breaking, just like his father's. "Papa...you didn't fail. I'm proud of you. One day I will make it, I promise, and you too will be proud of me. I love you, kiss Mama for me. Menak barov, Papa." "Goodbye, my son. I wish you two all the best in life, may God help you."
Vartan hung up. Daron felt he was about to cry. But instead, he turned the water tap on and put his head under the cold jet until he was sure it wasn't going to explode anymore. Then he shook his hair like a dog, combed them with his fingers and stared at his own reflection. "This is your chance, Malakian", he whispered to himself. "Be a man now and show what you're up to." He squinted and clenched his teeth, trying to pull a Bruce Lee. Or a Bruce Willis. Bleah. He gave himself puppy eyes. Shit how can I expect to be taken seriously with this stupid face? He goggled and rolled his eyes, grinning as evily as he could. A low, deep growl came out of his mouth. Yalla!
"Daron? Are you alright?" "ah...err...yes - yes, Serj, I'm OK, I was just..." "Can I come in? What was that growl about?" "What growl? Ah, you mean...nothing, man, it's just my battle cry!" Serj's head peeked into the bathroom. "Sorry?" "Ehm, I called my Dad and told him I was going to live with you - is that OK with you, Serj, isn't it?", the boy asked, suddenly afraid that he had been too rash. Serj scratched his head. "I'm not sure it was the right thing to do, Dar. I mean, I have to wake up quite early to go to work, while you don't have any schedule, unless you find another job - and something is telling me it won't happen too soon..."
"Man I'll be quiet as a mouse, you won't even spot me! When I'm at home, only thing I do is playing and playing and playing. I'll be your houseboy! I'll even cook for you!" Serj laughed heartily. "No! Thanx but I'm not ready to die yet. Uhm, I guess I've got no choice, huh?" He sneered. "I surely can't leave a poor, innocent boy without a home, right?"s
"Aw, Serj, thank you! You won't regret it, man, you'll see!"
Daron flung his arms around Serj's neck, taking him by surprise and making him almost lose his balance.
"We got to celebrate, man", he said, kissing him and pushing him toward the bed, "Hmmm I wanna get high...and fuck you until noon...Serj...you're so hot...let's make love till we can't lift a single finger...please..."
Serj tried to tell himself that he was too tired, that he had obligations, that he felt slightly hurt - yes he was! - by Daron's rash behaviour...all those were but lame excuses compared to the heat radiating from the boy's body, to his thin, yet strong arms around his torso, to his soft eager lips on his skin. He gave up with a moan and sat down, pulling the boy closer and groping for the joint he had been rolling. Daron sat on his lap, running his hands through the older man's hair and chest, nuzzling and suckling on his neck. Serj lit the joint, puffed at it twice and handed it to the boy, who pulled a long drag and pressed his lips against his lover's, exhaling the smoke into his mouth. Their tongues entwined briefly, then Daron pulled another puff and gave the joint back to Serj, tracing down to his throat with the tip of his tongue. The older man slid a hand under the boy's Tshirt, feeling the muscles under his own fingertips, his heart pumping furiously. Daron smiled, his eyes bigger than ever, and pushed him down, whilst taking his own clothes off - he tossed them behind his back and straddled across Serj's chest, dangling his dick before his eyes. "Come on, Serj, didn't you say you were hungry?", he purred, "Don't you wanna eat me? I taste good, man, you know it...come on, blow me...you know you want it..."
Serj clutched the boy's hips and lifted him up, sliding down to a better position. He opened his mouth and took Daron's cock in, starting blowing him. Daron grunted and propped himself up on his knees and left hand, while his free hand grabbed Serj's hair, pulling his head back and forth. He felt in seventh heaven, he was in love with probably the sweetest guy in town, who was also amazingly good at singing and making love! The older man raised a hand and began stroking the boy's lower back, who increased the rhythm of his thrusting and came moaning out loud. Serj swallowed his sweet/salty juice and smiled broadly, wiping his mouth. Daron let himself fall besides him, panting.
"Hehe, you WERE really hungry, weren't you?"
Serj touched his sweaty cheek and murmured, "Yeah, for you... you drive me crazy, boy, you're like a drug to me!" "Wow I must be a good one then!" The older man kissed him on his lips. "The best one". "Then take some more, Serj...give it all to me now...I don't mind if it hurts...you can do me whatever you want..." "I don't wanna hurt you." The boy smiled sweetly. "You can't hurt me, Serj - it was the other guys who did. Go on, man. Make love to me." Serj gazed at him for a few seconds, then smiled back and shook his head. “I’m sorry, Dar, I can’t. I really can not do it when I know it hurts you – down there, and to be honest, I’m fucking tired, I’d fall asleep before I could take my dick out.”
Daron rolled his eyes but wasn’t angry or disappointed. “Pff, that’s what you get from being with an old man”, he teased, sticking out his tongue at his lover.
“Don’t always call me old”, Serj grunted, “I’m only 27, hell, what are you gonna do when I’m fourty, eh?”
“When you’re fourty, I’ll be...” The boy counted silently. “Thirty-two? Oh my God, no way I’m gonna get that old! Ew! Can you imagine what I’d look like in my thirties?”
“Fat, bald and bearded, probably.” They both laughed. “No, seriously, man, I think you’ll always be pretty”, Serj went on, gently touching Daron’s cheek. The boy only felt his desire rise even more, leant over and kissed his lover, again and again. “Come on, man”, he whispered, beginning to undo Serj’s baggy pants. “I know you want me. I so wanna feel your big dick inside me... come on... fuck me...”
“Naah, Daron, don’t...” The older guy grabbed hold of the boy’s wrists. “Please. I need to sleep. Now. We have all the time in the world to make love, okay?”
“But I wanna do it right now!” Daron freed his hands and unzipped his lover’s boxers, gently caressing his half erect cock. “Hmm, Serj, you like that, don’t you. Hmmm yeah... you turn me on so much... I need to taste this...” He lowered himself and began to suck Serj’s cock. The older man let go a sound of pleasure but still said “no, Dar, please... I can’t...” Daron decided to ignore him. He didn’t want to stop, not at all, not until he had got what he wanted more than anything else. Serj’s manhood grew hard in his mouth when the boy additionally tickled his anus with his fingertip. He heard his lover groan out loud and felt him shove his cock deeper inside his mouth. Soon... only a little more... soon he would be ready to do anything his pretty loverboy wanted him to do. “You’re horny now, Serjy, eh?”, Daron teased as he took the small tube of lube and spread some over his boyfriend’s erection. “Ooh yeah, you want me, you wanna fuck me, I know that...”
“Damn you”, Serj murmured, taking off his pants in some kind of slow motion. “You’re gonna kill me, Dar...”
“Maybe, yes”, Daron giggled, “but hey, you’ll at least die with your dick in my ass, hehe.” With an archaic grunt, Serj turned him on his right side, took the lube and began to work Daron’s ass with it. The boy shivered with excitement. It had been too long since they had last made love, way too long. He arched his back and offered his rear opening to his lover. When Serj entered him deeply, for a moment the pain was stronger than the pleasure. “Ouch!”
“Do I hurt you?”, Serj breathed.
“Yes – I mean, no, it was only... go on, please...”
Which Serj did. And Daron soon felt the pain disappear and give way for the incredible pleasure he was used to when he was with Serj. See, Gertmenian and all you other fuckers, he thought with a smile, you couldn’t hurt me enough, I can still enjoy being with my guy. My wonderful lovely guy... hmm... with his beautiful mind... and body... and his long dick... yeah, shit, his amazing big dick... “Hmm, Serj, God, yeah... harder... fuck me harder...”
“Ahh”, Serj panted, thrusting hard and deep, “holy shit, Daron, yeah!” The boy felt his lover’s hot hands on his chest and stomach, holding him tight while he kept penetrating him. Daron’s cock erupted right the moment he heard Serj come as well, moaning out lout. With a broad satisfied smile, the boy watched his own cum on the sheet next to him and thought about how good it felt to know he had his lover’s cream inside him now.
“You’re amazing, Serj”, he grinned, “you make me wanna shout it out loud, I fucking love this guy!”
“I love ya, too...” When Daron twisted his head, he noticed that Serj had fallen on his back, his eyes closed. He was extremely beautiful right after he had reached his climax. “Hey Serj?”
“Eh?”
“I’ll still be with you when you’re fourty.” Silence. “Serj?” The only sound that came from the older guy’s mouth was a slight snoring. Daron giggled. This motherfucker had fallen asleep! Whistling a tune (“Im a passenger...” - this song was stuck in his head whenever he heard or played it), he turned on his back and stared at the ceiling. I’ll still be with you when you’re fourty, he repeated silently, and I’m serious about that.
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Posted: Oct 14, 2008 - 07:14 PM
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Serj sighed, slightly amused. "I'd love to see you belly dancing, I'm sure it would be a remarkable experience.
does this remind u soemthign Silvia? 
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Posted: Oct 14, 2008 - 09:16 PM
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“Thirty-two? Oh my God, no way I’m gonna get that old! Ew! Can you imagine what I’d look like in my thirties?”
“Fat, bald and bearded, probably.” They both laughed.
And I did too!
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Posted: Oct 14, 2008 - 10:20 PM
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Posted: Oct 15, 2008 - 02:01 AM
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the boy reminded him of a giant hamster.
I love it . .....Hamster.....
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“Thirty-two? Oh my God, no way I’m gonna get that old! Ew! Can you imagine what I’d look like in my thirties?”
“Fat, bald and bearded, probably.”
I noticed , others were laughing at the same parts .
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Posted: Oct 15, 2008 - 10:05 AM
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^^We have similar sense of humor then.
This is the first time when anyone has called Daron a giant sized  though it was a giant hamster |
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Posted: Oct 15, 2008 - 10:33 AM
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Hamster love
Thank you for your comments
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