Dexter’s Laboratory Porn Story: Chemical Bonding Chapter 4

Dexter’s Laboratory Porn Story: Chemical Bonding Chapter 4

CHEMICAL BONDING IV

By Lennon Karma, who really hopes her fanfic doesn’t suck

I’m sorry it’s confusing but that’s just the way it is. Plus it never WAS Mandark/DeeDee. Well, not in the fanfic, anyway. So I apologize(you won’t believe how long it took me to spell “apologize” right) for da confusingness. Uh, I still don’t own any of da people, pleez r & r, I’m very bi and very proud, and I guess that’s it. Oh yeah, while you’re here I guess you could read the da fic. And r & r. Thank you.

Chapter 4:

Pulp Fission

Determined to pick up the pieces of the life his lover and sister had shattered, Mandark stepped forward, ready to unmask Douglas’s deceit. Saying nothing, he revealed himself and faced Douglas. At last, he spoke, “Douglas.” He said finally, half scolding, half pleading. Douglas slowly opened his eyes, releasing a short gasp. Quickly releasing Olga, he rose to his feet with a cool look on his face, as if he was proud to be the player he was. Seeing Douglas’s smirking face, Mandark could only get out one word, “Why?”

Douglas put a hand to his forehead, sweeping back his thick brown hair. ” ‘Why not?’ is a better question.” He said. Where did this come from? Mandark was in shock; he had never seen Douglas act like this before. Olga rose to her feet as well, with an equally shocked expression. This was beyond her as well; even she was too confused to be mad right away, but this soon wore off. Grabbing the collar of Douglas’s shirt, she hissed through clenched teeth, “I don’t know, I don’t want to know, I’m not asking. But you can consider yourself without a girlfriend5unless there’s someone else you haven’t told me about. I never want you touching me ever again, Mordecai, or I’ll touch you the way you don’t want to be touched.” Letting go of Douglas with a look of affection, yet bitter hatred, Olga turned on her heel and stomped away, fuming.

A little flustered, but still keeping his head, Douglas turned to Mandark, asking, “So, do you want to pick up where I left off?” Coming closer, he took Mandark’s hands in his own, caressing them, lifting them to his lips, and kissing them, as if nothing had happened. Was he joking? The tranquil expression told Mandark he wasn’t, but still, after being found with Olga, did Douglas really think Mandark was that desperate? While Mandark did love Douglas, even though their unity had been an accident from the start, even he wasn’t about to let Douglas win so easily.

“Pick up where you left off?” Mandark barked at him, jerking his hands free. “I just discovered why you have been avoiding me, and you don’t even give it a thought?” Douglas shrugged. “Not really; there’s nothing to care about.” If Olga hadn’t been enough of an unpleasant shock, this was. “I should have known this would never be as perfect as I thought.” Mandark muttered to himself. By now, Douglas was becoming irritated as well. “Hey, I was hoping a guy would be less dependent. I thought only a girl would care about something like this. And you’re crazy about me, and you know it.” It was true; Douglas had boxed Mandark into a corner. Mandark was crazy about him, and nothing could make him deny it. With this opportunity in sight, Douglas seized another break, as he could plainly see he had Mandark’s heart in his hands.

“Isn’t it funny, you’re fighting your sister for me! Sibling rivalry at its best.” Mandark wanted to say something. To save himself from this, he had to. He wanted to say the cool thing, the manly thing, the right thing. But all he could come up with was, “But I thought you loved me,” in a cracking voice. This sensitive plea caused even Douglas’s hard heart to thaw, but only for a moment. “Love? Were you actually looking for romance? I certainly wouldn’t call it “romance” when it’s with a guy! That’s more like being a fag. I just want to have a little fun.” That did it. After everything they had had, all the love they had shared.

Douglas still seemed unfazed, as if this was not a big deal at all. Mandark knew Douglas would again try to “have a little fun,” and made a quick attempt at escape, but it was useless, as Douglas was faster. In a flash, his arm was around Mandark’s shoulder. Kissing Mandark’s neck, he tried to lead him away, but Mandark planted his feet into the ground; hi body language saying, “No way,” rather than the usual, “You’re mine, and I’m yours.” In a rage, Mandark pulled again, trying to free himself. Scratching Douglas’s bare arm with his free hand, Mandark fell backward as Douglas yelped in pain and thrust him away. “You worthless bitch! You meant nothing to me!” Mandark choked on a lump in his throat. What really shook Mandark now was Douglas’s sudden change. He was nothing like this before. “No one could ever love you.” Douglas spat at him, marching furiously away, leaving Mandark on the ground, alone with his feelings. How could the boy who loved him so much and gave him his first kiss say these things to him, and tell him he was worthless?

Mandark got up, but still felt as if he was on the ground. The expression Douglas shot at him was one to be imprinted in his memory forever. The moonlight on the river, which had looked so beautiful to him when he was here with Douglas the week before was now dissolved forever. “He’s gone,” Mandark consoled himself, breathing a sigh of relief, “But the river’s just a river.”

Beginning the long walk home, Mandark wasn’t worried about how his parents would react to his disappearance. Why should he even care? It was Olga he was worried about; it was enough of a blessing that she didn’t grind him into the dirt the second she saw him. He couldn’t very well expect her not to do so upon his arrival back home.

Crossing his fingers as he opened the back door, he crept stealthily inside, latching it behind him. He was in the clear on the kitchen linoleum, past the meditation room where his parents sat, and began his way up the stairs. No matter how lightly he let his feet fall, each stair groaned at his weight. “Susan,” he heard his mother, Ocean Bird call from downstairs. “Yes, mother?” “Could you come here please?” Sent into convulsions, Mandark came sullenly back down the stairs finding himself face to face with his mother. “Susan, honey, Olga told me5” Here it was; the deafening blow. “5that you were picking up your history notes from your classmate’s house. I made you some hot cocoa to warm you up.”

He almost expected eerie twilight zone music to take over, Mandark couldn’t figure out why everyone was acting so out of character. Douglas blew him off, Olga stood by him, and his mother made him cocoa instead of the tea he disliked. Rather than jinx it, Mandark sipped his cocoa thoughtfully, thanking his mother and going upstairs, definitely ready for a weekend.

Although the stairs were nothing compared to his trip home from the park, he now felt on the brink of collapse, starting on the inside. He took hold on the railing for support, and as he did so, Olga passed by right under his nose, not giving him the slightest notice. “Um, thank you for5for5not5” Glancing over her shoulder at her brother, who was at her complete mercy, Olga interrupted his stuttering gratitude. “Hey, I know. They’ll kick me out of the Little Sisters Union if anyone finds out, so keep it quiet. But what else could I do? You are my brother. But don’t get used to it. You owe me BIG TIME.” With one last swish of her pigtails, she disappeared into the realm of her room.

That sounded like Olga. Upon entering his own room, he was fully aware that he would be a long time getting over his first true love. He now knew heartbreak, not the simple heartburn he experienced constantly in the days before Douglas was such an important part of his life. This breaking made him feel as if his insides had been slowly carved out, and he was left hollow inside.

But if Douglas, who had seemed so sincere in his love, was just leading him on, what proof did he have that other lovers wouldn’t do the same? Coming up with none, Mandark trudged over to the wall to access the lab and finish his time machine. He turned on his computer, and proceeded to direct all power to the time machine to provide enough energy for this new feature. With a few simple adjustments, it was finished. Seemingly identical, yet very different, Mandark regarded his work with a silent pride.

As he came back to his room, he still could not get past the thought of Douglas’s immorality. Mandark was certain that Douglas would never do this to him without a reason; so it must have been something he had done. But what? Was he just not good enough? He had considered that before, and now he was becoming more and more certain that it was true. As he reached under the sink for his toothpaste, his eyes fell upon a bottle of pills. It would be so easy to just take that bottle and5 No, he told himself. Certainly not without testing the time machine.

Not wanting to wait, Mandark brushed his teeth quickly, and raced back to the lab. In an instant, he was standing before the time machine, ready to take whatever happened. Pressing a series of buttons that would make his dream a reality, he braced himself, and was gone.

When the time machine was still, he disembarked to the outside, several years older. Finding it to be as dark and late as it had been at home, and himself beyond weary, he swaggered into a nearby empty room. Only meaning to rest his eyes a moment, he was asleep.

In what seemed to him as only a few minutes, he was awakened by an alarm sounding, echoing across the walls of the room. Before he knew it, he was in a chair with a laptop in front of him. With his mind back on track, he knew all to well where he was. Overnight he had become his own employee, #13. From the next cubicle over, he could hear his own voice from the mouth of his future self, reprimanding the tardiness of #12. That in mind, he realized he could find true love, the real thing this time, only a cubicle away.

This entry was posted in Dexter's Laboratory Hentai Stories and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.