Desire's Path

This is my first feeble attempt at a fiction story with my own characters. Please read and review, as it helps me decide on how to improve. Dedicated to all those crazy Yaoi Lover's out there. If it wasn't for finding Yaoi a while back, I wouldn't have written this.

"My god, there isn't anything on television!" Vincent sighed, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

I frowned at the noise he was causing, trying to relax. My temples throbbed - and I had a killer headache. Time seemed to drag by so slow. Vincent had only been here for a few minutes and he'd already found some way to annoy me, like usual.

"Screw this," he whined.

Oh fuck, why does he look so adorable? I squirmed in my seat, sighing. My eyes occasionally glanced at my best friend, and I mentally gulped. Vincent was anyone's definition of fuckable. His black hair was always parted to one side - the bangs hanging in his eyes. He had this deep skin color, and it almost seemed to glow. I frowned, scorning myself for thinking such thoughts. Vincent was my friend - not my goddamn lover!

But, oh god. His eyes were a pale green and he swore they weren't contact lenses. I bit my bottom lip, my face scruntching up somewhat from the dull pain. His delicate body... Oh fuck! I actually gulped this time.

As for me? My name is Leah, and to put it plainly - I'm gay. I'm as gay as they come. Not the - 'oh-my-god-lets-flaunt-our-gayness' boy. But, I do have constant fantasies of Vincent and other pretty boys. Not that anyone knows this, or the fact that I'm a homosexual! I almost laughed at the thought of telling my parents this delicate thing. They'd freak over my sexuality if they knew, to say the least.

I glanced back at Vincent as he brushed his bangs out of his face. He looked at me, throughly confused. "What?"

I smiled weakly, shaking my head. "If nothing is on television, find something else to do."

"Yeah." He chuckled. "I'll just jack off to the latest porno." He was joking... right?

Vincent seemed to notice my confusion and laughed. "Holly shit, Leah! You should have seen your face!"

And in case you haven't had the smarts enough to realize, I'm madly in love with my best friend. Well, not madly in love. Crushing? No... wanting to fuck? Yes, that would do nicely. I'd love to fuck my best friend. Ain't I a twisted bitch? My throat felt dry suddenly and I needed a drink.

Walking into the kitchen, I grabbed a coke and chugged it all back. Why the hell do I think of Vincent like this? The question lingered in my mind. He's not even gay for Christ's Sake!

"Crazed horomones," I mumbled, chuckling afterwards. "Now I'm talking to myself. Fucking wonderful, Leah."

I turned and let out a small gasp.

Vincent leaned against the doorframe, grinning from ear to ear. "Do you regularly make it a habit to chat with yourself?"

I glanced at the floor, a small blush forming on my cheeks. Why the hell is he even here? Why does he look so incredibly sexy in those demin jeans?

Vincent let out a small laugh, walking closer to me. "Really now, Leah." He smirked. "You talking to yourself sort of scares the shit outta me."

He was now only inches away from my face, for we were about the same height.

"Freaks you out?" I managed to weakly repeat. Does he know? Is he trying to tease me now? I dreaded these answers with every passing second.

"You should get a haircut," he exclaimed suddenly.

I felt strangely disappointed nothing more had happened, but only smiled a bit. "I-I like my hair."

"It's so long!" Vincent waved his hands around, as if adding more drama to this, already weird, situation. "Gotta cut it! Cut it off, Leah!"

I scowled at his childish behavior. Though, it was fucking adorable. The way he pranced around the kitchen, not giving a damn. His body... I mean, why is he so well liked? Because of this behavoir? I highly doubted it. He was innocent and so fucking annoying.. --And sexy.

I am, basically, the complete opposite. I'm calm, collective. Decent grades, I follow the rules and curfew times. My parents find me to be a suitable child. But, I'm not. I'm a fucking homosexual who is crazed over his fucking best friend! Why can't people pay attention to me? What the fuck does Vincent have that I don't?

.. -- A gorgeous body. "Stop thinking about that!"

"What?" Vincent had turned around from the kitchen counter, staring at me curiously.

Oh fucking smooth, genius! How the hell do I explain this? "I-I... nothing," I responded foolishly.

He nodded in reply, returning to his work. I eyed him suspiciously, wondering exactly what he was up too.

"Vincent, what are you doing?"

"...Nothing much."

I sighed, knowing I couldn't win an arguement against him and decided to remain silent until he showed me the final result of - whatever he was exactly doing. Moments later, my friend turned around with a goofy expression on his face.

"Eat it," he exclaimed - shoving a sandwich into my hand.

I made a face, almost revolted at the thought. "Hell no! What the fuck did you put on this?"

He giggled a bit, which I found highly adorable. "Just... things. Eat it. Please? Pretty please?"

He looked so damn cute. I scruntched up my nose, sighing in defeat. I was going to take one bite of this ...-- thing. "Fine." I brought the sandwich to my mouth and took a small bite.

Vincent watched me, a smirk slowly forming on his lips.

"What the hell!" I cried, spitting it all back up. "This is fucking disgusting, Vincent!" I glared at him unappreciatively, wiping my mouth. "What'd you put on it, damnit?"

"Just some ketchup." He paused, pouting slightly. "A-and mustard. Peanut butter, relish. And some other things."

"You bloody asshole! And you gave this shit of a sandwich to me?!" I threw the sandwich at him, my eyes narrowing. I should be mad, but I can't!

Vincent pouted further, nodding. "I guess you're right." He titled his head a bit, staring curiously at me. "But no need to freak out over such a small thing. I mean, want me to show you something you should really freak out about?"

"No."

"Please?"

"I said no, Vincent."

"C'mon, please?"

"I..."

"You?"

"Fine." I shrugged a bit, running a hand through my hair.

"Yes!" Vincent pranced out of the kitchen, squealing like a mad man.

I was strangely curious, but knew I'd probably regret this later. Following him, I looked around. "Vincent? Where'd you go?"

Before I could say anymore, my best friend walked out of the bathroom in only a towel around his waist. I gapped at him, my eyes nearly popping out of my head.

"Get your goddamn clothes on now!"

Panic began to rise, and I could feel my face burning from embarrassment. Vincent let out a small laugh, shaking his head.

"No can do," he replied casually. "Does this freak you out?"

"N-no! I mean, yes! Get your clothes back on, Vincent!" I was literally screaming now, pulling the boy towards the bathroom.

"Do you like me this way?"

The question caught me off guard and I let out a loud cry, trying to pull him faster now. "N-no! Yes! I mean, no! Fuck! Jesus Christ! Clothes now!" I tugged harder, causing him to move about a foot.

Before I realized what happened next, I was pinned against the wall - my wrists held above my head. Vincent was less than a foot away from me. Scrap that! He was pressed against me! Fuck. I struggled some, giving my friend a curious look.

"W-what are you doing?!" Despite my panic, my voice was weak.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" His voice was soft and sexy.

Moving in closer, he brushed his lips against mine. It was only a moment, but excitement filled me.

"Vincent, don't." I was literally begging now, attempting to sink further into the wall. It wasn't working too well though.

"Do you like me this way?"

There was that dreaded question again. I opened my mouth to speak but let out a small groan as I felt my 'so-called-best-friend' shove his leg against my groin region.

He smirked some, nodding. "I'll take that as a yes."

My eyes went wide as I attempted to correct him. "N-no, Vincent. I don't. You're fucking scaring the shit out of me." My voice was weak and full of lust. Damn, I don't think I convinced him very well.

"The more you deny, the longer this'll take," Vincent stated simply - his breath now on my neck.

He placed a small kiss on my shoulder, trailing upwards to my earlobe. I stiffled a moan, struggling softly against his tight grip on my wrists. Taking the lobe into his mouth, his sucked some, nibbling it. "You know what turns me on the most, Leah?" He let out a dry laugh that sent shivers down my spine.

"What?" I responded, biting my bottom lip to keep quiet from his actions.

"You." Vincent's lips brushed against mine once more, a smirk playing across them. He gently kissed me, licking my bottom lip as if to ask for permission to enter. A soft sound escape my mouth, and I parted my lips to give him his entry. He took it willingly, biting on my lower lip as he tongue explored deeply. I moaned into the kiss for the dull pain mixed with pleasure was driving me insane.

After what seemed like an eternity, Vincent pulled back. My own lips felt bruised but could still feel his on mine. His one free hand carressed my hip, and I let my eyes flutter shut with the sensations. I heard him chuckle, but thought nothing of it until his hand was down my pants.

"V-Vincent!" My eyes shot open, and I struggled to break free. "Get your hand away from there." I growled in warning.

His grip tightened on my wrists, pinning them against the wall even harder than before. "Leah, relax." He brought his lips to mine in a soft kiss, telling me it would be alright. "I would never hurt you. Know this, please."

I nodded, my body straining to ignore his hand travelling lower. I groaned so suddenly, feeling him begin to massage my member. It felt so good, and I attempted to restrain from bucking into his hand.

"P-please," I whispered breathlessly. My eyes shut tightly, and I let out a slightly louder moan than last time. My hips rocked into every movement he made, and I knew I wouldn't last long at this rate.

"You're fucking beautiful," Vincent whispered in my ear, licking my neck softly afterwards. I could hear him smirk, I swear it! Moaning his name, my hips bucked hard into his hand as he increased his speed.

"Vincent," I groaned, my eyes opening to seek him out. His lips came crashing against mine in a desperate kiss. His one hand didn't slow, nor speed up, it's pace and I groaned against his hot mouth.

"I love you," my best friend stated softly in my ear, his hand going even faster now. I cried out, my fingers flexing as I attempted to hold back my climax. "Gods, Leah. Date me, and fuck me. Love me, Leah." Each word he said made my spine tingle and I arched into his chest, my breath shallow.

Not much longer, I thought. His hand was rough on me, not that it mattered much. The pleasure kept building nevertheless, and I cried out again - knowing I'd climax any minute now.

"Leah! I'm home!"

We both froze, hearing the sound of a door closing.

"Oh shit!" Vincent cried, releasing me and diving to the washroom. He slammed the door shut behind him, and I'd hope he'd finally get some clothes on.

I quickly straightened my own clothes out, peeking into the next room. My little sister, Miera, sauntered past, looking around. "Is anyone else here?"

"Yeah, Vincent is." I shrugged some, taking a seat on the couch. Running a hand through my hair, I tried to not think about what had just taken place.

"Oh." Miera sat in a chair across from me, narrowing her eyes. "What were you two doing?"

Does she know? Of course not! I scowled, already annoyed by my little sister. "Talking, what else?"

She nodded, leaning back a bit and resting in the chair. Vincent came out moments later; as if nothing had occurred. He was fully clothed, and seemed normal. I wanted to scream at him for being such a great actor. That fucker, I decided. My friend took a seat beside me, his thigh pressed against mine. Does he have to sit here?! Is he trying to make me freak out?! I sighed, licking my abused lips.

"So..." Miera began slowly. "What were you two talking about?"

Little sisters are damn annoying! I wanted to strangle her now. Opening my mouth to respond, Vincent spoke first. "Nothing that concerns little girls like you." Damn you, Fucker! I sent a glare at Vincent, which he returned with a small smirk. Miera didn't seem to notice and took the remote, changing the channel on the television.

"Well," Vincent stated slowly after minutes of awkward silence had passed. "I think I should be going home." He slowly got up, stretching.

I glanced at his ass, flushing some before responding. "Yeah, see you later."

He glanced at me, smiling some. A reassuring smile? I wasn't too certain. Moments later though, he was gone.

Miera rubbed her eyes, yawning. "I'm going to bed," she said as she slowly exited the room.

I was greatful that I was alone now. Putting in one of Vincent's porno tapes he lent me, I decided to finish what my friend had started. It was beginning to really hurt anyways...

-Oo-

Hours later, I was stretched out on the couch - slowly dozing off. My eyes were so heavy, and the movie I was watching was boring. An old 'Dawn of the Dead' movie, you know? Where the zombies eat your brains, and the cheesy graphics just kill you? Yeah - I'm pathetic.

Anyways, the phone suddenly rang and I sprang off the couch, letting out a loud yelp in surprise. "Hello?" I answered uncertain.

"Leah?" It was Vincent. "Are you alone?"

"Yes." I paused, sighing some. "Why?"

"I-I'm sorry." I could hear him sniffle on the other end of the line, and felt a pang of guilt suddenly. Wait, why the hell was he apologising?!

"Vincent, it's alright." Real smart, Leah. Your friend is having an emotional break down and you can say 'it's alright'. Wow, talent.

"No, it's not!" He was sobbing now, and I could hear the rustle of a tissue and then him sniffing again. "I shouldn't have. But, I couldn't help it. Oh, I'm sorry. I can't go to sleep!"

He was talking so damn fast, and I was in a daze. Vincent couldn't sleep because... why exactly? I cleared my throat, repositioning the phone to my ear. "Hey, it's okay. Really. What's done is done, y'know?" Gosh, I am such a supportive friend! Yes - that was complete sarcasm for anyone who didn't know.

"I'm sorry. I can't sleep. Everytime I try, you come to mind." He let out a loud sob, and then groaned some. "I need sleep, right?"

"Yes," I sighed. "You need your sleep." Of course you need goddamn sleep! I need sleep! Leave me the hell alone. I frowned at my thoughts, not too sure why I was so negative. It was a good thing that Vincent couldn't sleep because of me. On the other hand, he'd keep phoning if he didn't sleep. And hell - I need my sleep!

"Oh, okay." Vincent sniffled again, and I could hear him let out a breath of air. "Thank you, Leah."

Thank me for what?! What'd the fuck did I do? "Your welcome?" It was more of a question, but I guess he didn't take notice.

"I'm going to sleep now. Good night." Vincent hung up suddenly, leaving me to stare at the phone in disbelief. He'd called me - to apologise? Then to say thanks? Then to say good night?

I placed the phone back on it's hook, laying back down on the couch. My mind spun with different feelings and I didn't like it one bit. "He is so weird," I mumbled to myself, shutting off the television. Dawn of the Dead didn't interest me anymore. Nope, no more brain eating zombie's for me. Yawning, I slowly closed my eyes - attempting to get the visions of Vincent out of my head. "That fucker."