On Lotus Pond Part 7: Beautiful Sin
Part 7 of the Carlos D/ Daniel Kessler Slash Fan fic. As this is my first attempt in writing a slash fic, this story is prone to grammatical errors and plot holes.
Mixtape for this chapter can be accessed here.
Disclaimer: The following literary attempt is purely fictional. The names of the main characters happen to have real life counterparts in the form of very very gorgeous people. Any incident, character or anything that happened in the real life are purely coincidental. While I am somewhat obliged to say that I don’t own these real people, I am just informing anyone not to copy this story and make a buck out of it. Just read and try to enjoy if you please.
Wrong. Carlos muttered to himself as he watched a curl of smoke emanating from his post-lunch cigarette. He was standing at one end of the studio while the rest of his staff are busy at work.
“What’s wrong, Sir?” asked one apprehensive staff but Carlos dismissed her with a graceful wave of his hand. The staff went away but once more cast a nervous glance at him for anyone working for him is afraid to spark his ire. If Carlos Dengler says that something is wrong, there is definitely something wrong.
This is wrong. He said to himself as he took another puff.
Carlos recalled what happened yesterday when he walked in unexpectedly to Daniel’s room to tell the boy about dinner when he found Daniel changing his shirt.
Daniel’s attention is on the mirror and didn’t notice that somebody else was in his room watching him.
Carlos’ mouth ran dry as he witnessed Daniel’s bare chest. It was late afternoon then with the orange sun ray streaming from the window and bathing Daniel’s pale flawless skin and giving it a warm glow. Even his nipples had that rosy pink hue which looked very enticing for the hungry fingers and lips…
Wait. Carlos tried to collect his thoughts. He’s just a boy.
Yes, he is a frail looking boy.
But a very beautiful one. A very, very beautiful boy.
Carlos knew he should not be doing it but it felt as if he’s being pulled by some unknown force.
He slowly and silently moved closer to Daniel who have just put on a shirt, crisp and fresh from the wash, and still oblivious that he is being watched.
He was a few distances away when Daniel suddenly turned around.
They both looked surprise.
“Sorry,” Carlos spoke first. Trying not to show that he’s blushing.
Then for some strange reason, Carlos noticed something on Daniel’s shirt.
One button was buttoned to a wrong hole.
Before he could think, his fingers went over to correct it.
Being a slave to details he is.
“Y-you have it wrong.”
Daniel just stood still dumbfounded.
The problem with buttoning Daniel is that he’s too small that Carlos have to bend over a little bit more so he could see properly what he is doing. Then he felt Daniel’s warm breath brush against his cheek.
The mixed scent of fresh laundry on Daniel’s shirt and the smell of Daniel’s skin, perhaps he just got off the shower, filled Carlos’ nostrils.
All the years of Carlos’ discretion and cautious behaviour crumbled at the site of this beautiful boy.
He moved his lips and planted a light kiss on the corner of Daniel’s lips.
Then he jerked back. How dare he do that?
“Uh, I’m…I’m sorry.” Carlos stammered before turning around and exiting leaving a bewildered looking Daniel in the middle of the room.
This should not be happening, Carlos thought as he went back to his office and put out his cigarette into the dark marble ashtray.
That boy has to go, he decided as he decided to look at his leather cigarette case.
Yes, he will tell Daniel later.
But he found out that he had used his last cigarette.
“Courage!” he said, and pointed toward the land, Daniel’s voice filled the whole living room as he recited the poem The Lotos Eaters, in front of Carlos’ mother whom he now calls Mama, by her own insistence.
“This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon.” He recited with utter conviction while making gestures with his hand.
But despite the words coming from his mouth, the memory of yesterday afternoon when Carlos kissed him is etched on his mind.
That look on Carlos’ face after the kiss.
But Daniel did not say anything as much as he wanted to.
He just watched as Carlos left the room before he gently touched his lips with his fingertips.
As much as he wanted to deny to himself, he felt that there’s something about the Mr. Dengler that draws him in. More than the sophisticated facade. That intimidating stance and the cold stare.
He knows it’s a sin as said in the church sermons. But in his heart, he could feel how it gives him a sort of sense of elation.
A small smile crept onto his lips.
Then his thoughts were interrupted when he saw Mama looking at him intently as if trying read his thoughts.
He cleared his throat first before heading back to reciting the poem:
And all at once they sang, “Our island home
Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam”.
(To be continued)