《T*************y》D. F. Lau

5、Chapter 89

　　Night, in the bedroom of the new house.

　　With the slightest smell of formaldehyde drafted, the air was mixed by the taste of timber crumbles and the scent of huge subtropical plants, fresh and strange, but extremely provoking.

　　On bed, two figures were tangling.

　　Again, Anton pressed Rene down, hold up his ankles so that the legs were fully opened to 180 degrees. It was followed by another sequence of violent thrusts, which made Rene screaming out aloud.

　　By instinct, Anton covered up Rene’s mouth with his hand again and came to stationary. In the murkiness, he bent to the man underneath him, ‘shit, can you not scream that hard?’

　　‘Um…’ the man moaned and struggled to free up his arms, ‘no… can’t…’

　　‘Shit, hold it!’
　　The man loosened his limbs on the mattress for a moment’s rest, ‘Shit, you wanno try getting pierced by such a big thing?’ He mumbled as he breathed.

　　Hearing this, Anton couldn’t hold his laughter. With the shift of his body, there was another moan from below.
　　Anton stopped gingerly.
　　But Rene tilted his body and kissed Anton’s arm, in a loss, ‘It’s fine, they can’t hear ... come, come! …Honey…’

　　Anton reached and lit up the lamp, letting the big wash of light falling onto the other man’s face.
　　In an instant, he squinted in an attempt to hide.
　　‘I’ll look at you, in pain. You little …’ Anton lowered his voice. He looked down, hands stroking the body underneath. His libido fiercely swelled up again.
　　Rene gave a vague nod, he knew that Anton liked watching him as he fucked him.

　　Anton started bumping hard.
　　Jimmy’s tightly shut eyes and bows immediately creased as if in some unbearable pain. His mouth opened hard and cried!
　　‘Is it too hurt? Shell I come more lightly?’ Anton watched him intensely.

　　‘No! Don’t!’ Jimmy shouted. As Anton stopped for a moment, his tightly stressed body softened slightly, ‘How to be happy without hurt?’ His face was softening, a glance of laughter swept by.

　　‘Damn!’ Anton laughed, and started working hard again.
　　And the room was filled by gasps and moans, accompanied by the sweet sweat, steaming.

　　On the day before, the Police finally dredged the killer out of the sea and sent him to the hospital for rescue. But he was said to be in serious conditions and was still unconscious.
　　Luke moved back to the motel. The rumor was that CIA finally managed to clip in, and Luke would leave the West shortly.
　　Dr. Jason was busy at the police station recently too.
　　It seemed that this killer’s case was just over like this. Anton’s parents called as well, saying that the family problems were gone. Like this, the evenings were just left to the two all in a sudden, as an empty interval in the rhythm of storms. So on this night, at the house on 419 Street, New York, Anton and Rene rolled on bed, throwing the nightmares of the killer and those bloody nights out of the window. Withholding their hard out and craziness, the big, massy bed seemed almost rotating. In the lost night scenes it rotated and rotated, into a lily blossom that gradually opened to its’ full.

　　Weekend, early morning. Brilliantly clear sky.
　　Rene woke up slowly. After a shower he stepped into the kitchen looking for food.
　　‘Hi what’s up? Did we have any visitors?’ Rene opened the door of the freezer and asked Anton who was up early.
　　‘Yeap, delivery guys for the dinning table.’
　　Rene squashed his mouth with fruits and put the plate onto the bench. He looked around. The kitchen was as empty as it was ever before.
　　‘So where’s the table?’ He puzzled.

　　‘Oh I sent it back.’ Anton finished the strawberries and slipped the plate into the sink, with a quick glance to Rene, ‘I don’t think it’s suitable for you.’
　　‘?’ Rene looked at him in surprise.
　　And he looked back, rising his bow, ‘It’s too small.’

　　‘?!’ Rene stared at him astonished. —— too small?!
　　Though not being said, it came through so clearly in the sparkling eyes:
　　That table is far enough for you and me to dine, or even for 4 people! How big a dinning table do you think that I will ever need? For communal meal in a family?

　　Anton stared back at him.
　　The kitchen was pretty big, and they were both in shorts each at an end of the bench, hands pressed on the timber, staring.

　　‘Isn’t it so?!’ Anton said calmly, his thick, low voice travelled along the bench.
　　‘It’s not durable enough neither.’ He kept staring at Rene, but a teasing smile skipped into his eyes.

　　‘Wot da…!’ Rene’s eyes brightened, but flashed in a sudden as he caught Anton’s hint.
　　Anton laughed, ‘You will need it!’

　　Rene narrowed his eyes, and stared at him by the other side of the bench, grinning.
　　Anton stopped laughing. His sight fixed straight on Rene, and moved in a sudden.
　　Rene dropped the tomato in hand and ran.

　　He made a circle around the kitchen, when Anton got him and pushed him to the floor.
　　The morning sun penetrated through the plants outside of the window, and glazed long, narrow shadows of the frames on the floor, smoky but fresh.

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　　‘Where’re we going today?’
　　Rene asked with gasps after the fun, as they lied on the floor next to each other.

　　So they went to the free market in the afternoon, in a distant suburban town next to a playground.

　　‘Hey! This is amazing!’
　　Rene got very excited looking at the tip-tops of rectangular tents. There was a group of Indians at the market, which was very busy.
　　‘I haven’t been to places like this for years.’ He almost said it, but felt a heavy shadow sweeping over the inside at that instance —— no, he’s actually never been.

　　There were lots of people at the market with their children.
　　These two walked side by side following the crowd.
　　Rene watched the others in great admire and jealousy, and grinned.

　　‘What?’ Anton, who was busy on the phone, hung up and asked.
　　‘If a child ran over, clung to my thigh and called me Dad, I would adapt him on spot.’ Rene turned to Anton and said.
　　‘I would watch TV with him together, play train toys together.’ He said smilingly, ‘I would watch him growing up.’
　　Anton gave him a quick glance, ‘You will, one day.’
　　The soft smile on Rene’s face deepened. He looked at the man beside him and did not reply.
　　The smile was as gentle as the afternoon sunlight but gave a feeling more like a powerless sigh; the eyes though seemed to be even clearer under the bright sunlight, were complicated by the endless gentleness, full of emotions.

　　But Anton left before looking at him closely.
　　‘Sorry just a moment,’ when the cell ringed for the fourth time, Anton left in quite a rush, ‘from work.’

　　Rene’s eyes followed his figure into the distance. At the margin of the gathering, he saw a familiar face. But that guy was not in uniform. Was it Will?
　　He didn’t look any closer nor thought about it further, but turned and merged into the crowd.

　　Where should he spend the time while waiting for Anton?
　　Rene bought a can of coke on the street and finished half can in a few mouth-full. He looked up, and saw that in front of a house, there was a row of tents decorated with indigent, Indian carvings.

　　‘Please come this way.’ Someone whispered right next to his ear.
　　When Rene curiously studied the first row of Indian carvings, he found himself arrived to the house.
　　Beside the door hung a wired Indian symbol which was composed of bones and feathers.
　　What did it mean? He didn’t know, but thought that he had seen it before.
　　Where at? He couldn’t remember, but was shocked by a sense of familiar ness in this instant, as if by a sudden electronic flow. Surely, as he had sensed many times before, that this very moment, was already experienced by him somehow —— How? In dreams?

　　‘## is waiting for you.’ Who is waiting for him? Rene didn’t catch the name, but his attention wondered about the decorations dreamily.
　　It was an Indian painting. He couldn’t tell what was depicted, but the rich colours caught his heart in a magical way, making it beating faster, harder and his body shudder and tremble.
　　It was composed of strange abstract symbols, as masses of lines and flat colours, messy yet logical, piercing through his soul like pairs of eyes.

　　Unconsciously, when the painting progressed to its end, Rene raised his head and found himself followed the lead of that Indian, entering a strange room.

　　(Translated by Christine)