Dexter’s Laboratory Porn Story: Chemical Bonding Chapter 8
CHEMICAL BONDING VIII
By Lennon Karma, who hopes ppl like this story.
Here we go again! This chapter’s kinda short (I don’t like doin’ luv scenes too awful much, believe it or not), but the next one will probably be long. I will finish Brightwing when I finish my Chemical Bonding saga. This could go on for a while, so sit back and enjoy. A big spank u to Hyperintelligent Shade of Blue and Onnachan S4D for their encouragement of the songfic5 I should do more of those. Sensitive Suicidal Geeks Anonymous! I love it!!!!! But I don’t own them or anybody else. Please r & r, and enjoy da fic!
Chapter 8:
Oil and Water
Mandark knew he was not one to surrender, so he was more than sure CEO wouldn’t succumb easily either. But Mandark had youth on his side, and CEO’s haughtiness often set off a spark of anger, which ignited a full-scale attack. He was so quick to leap to Dexter or Olga’s defense. Then why wouldn’t he react the same in his own defense? Unsure, he brushed it off, sure that the matter would take care of itself.
By morning, sure enough, he could not even remember the cause of his anxiety the night before. All he could think of was the time he spent with #12: some kind of heaven on earth. Now #12 was worlds away, and yet with him their world was started. Mandark left his home early in an atypically good mood5 until he had to pass Douglas’s house. He remembered when this was his favorite place in the world to be. But now, the thought of Douglas made his cheeks redden in humiliation. After spending all this time trying to force Douglas out of his mind, Douglas crept back in to loom in Mandark’s mind.
To Mandark’s apprehensive dismay, Douglas was on the front porch of his house, taking advantage of the beautiful Saturday as well. Mandark raised his head proudly, determined not to look Douglas in the eye. It didn’t matter, Douglas was onto the ploy. As Mandark passed by right under Douglas’s nose, he heard a whisper in his ear, “Faggot.” There was no way to respond to this, so Mandark continued on, hearing Douglas snicker after him.
He waited until he had turned the corner of Douglas’s street before, he let his stolid expression change to a broken one. He truly had loved Douglas, for reasons that could never be explained. It was just the way he felt when they were together. It almost reminded him of5
“Hello, Mandark.” Mandark recoiled in shock, then quickly answered, “Hi Dexter!” Just as he had left him, the predecessor of glorious #12. Not much changed, Mandark realized. What he didn’t realize was how well CEO’s magic had worked on Dexter, entrancing him in his spell. Dexter could never have told the difference, all he knew was of the sudden change between shy, everyday Mandark, and the hedonist he had so rapidly become. It seemed almost dreamlike, now. And yet the memory was too clear for any dream. He had had crushes before; the typical suspects: his babysitter, the popular girls from school, he even melted for his large-eyed admirer. The thought of him5and a guy5especially Mandark5strange. Impossible to imagine. But it was so. He couldn’t help but adore the lips that kissed him so sweetly, the hands that held him close, and the inquisitive mind that matched his own. It was fate; they were meant to be.
“Mandark,” Dexter beckoned, heading back in the direction of his home. “Come with me.” Mandark knew the tone in Dexter’s voice. It was the tone Douglas spoke in that night in the park. Mandark couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His “office job” with #12 was enough to have to work his mind around, but now this, too? Rapture. Mandark followed Dexter quickly, unable to believe what was happening. Nothing explained Dexter’s sudden acknowledgement of him in5that way.
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CEO had a similar difficulty figuring out why #12 had become so giddy overnight. His mind seemed everywhere but on his work. Even CEO had to admit that this was unlike #12. Of course, this convinced him he had every right to let Dexter seriously take the heat for this one.
“#12! In my office!” #12, being the nave creature he was, could only assume that this was an invitation for part two of last night. Eagerly logging out of his program, #12 turned his chair to find himself in the Holy of Holies, much like the night before. Tingling with anticipation, #12 grasped the arms of his chair, awaiting his lover’s appearance. In moments, CEO appeared extravagantly from his office. He did not wear the satin dressing gown of the night before, but his usual tweed suit. #12 secretly hoped he would get to help CEO slip into something more comfortable. This thought made it impossible to hide a smile.
CEO smiled too, but it had a sneering edge to it, which #12 couldn’t pick up on in his gleeful state. This only encouraged the masquerade in his head, letting him believe his dream was true. CEO motioned for #12 to follow, and although he knew nothing of the past evening, he assured himself that #12’s optimism could easily break down with one crack of the whip that started him down this road so long ago.
#12 was willing to blindly follow CEO wherever he went; it was all the same to him as long as they were together. Even in5the Hall of Damnation? #12 stopped in his confused tracks as the door locked shut behind him. A sharp, wavering pain radiated through him. This was anguish enough, and the suffering he knew was to come only worsened it, but he felt the worst pain of all when he turned around. He came face to face with CEO, who menacingly muttered, “Strip.” #12 heard the command clearly, but it wasn’t meant the way he wanted it to be.
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Dexter opened the door, cautioning Mandark to be silent. He was, and followed Dexter up the stairs to the room he had seen before, but never fully appreciated. This was where he had wanted to be ever since the shocking discovery of his preferences. The two laid back on Dexter’s bed, arms around each other. One look into each other’s eyes brought them into a frenzy; after all that had come between them without them actually being together, they couldn’t hold back their heartfelt affection for each other.
In minutes, they were stripped down to nothing, and yet so comfortable with each other it seemed that they had done so may times before, which, in a way, they had. Even Mandark had to admit, this was an improvement over #12. Here, both knew they other as he knew himself, so they were prepared. #12 had warmed Mandark up, readied him for his serious connection. He had imagined making love with a boy many times, mainly Dexter or Douglas, but being here, up for the real thing was another story. This was his chance for Dexter’s love. It was all or nothing, now or never, him or CEO.
It was all. It was now. It was him. Mandark couldn’t get past his sensation of glory. He felt so complete, having proven his love to Dexter, and given it to him so generously. He made his way home thinking of nothing else, except #12, who held his hand through it all.
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#12 received his thanks from CEO in the form of the brutality he was accustomed to. Where had the romantic CEO gone, he wondered. Surely that perfect night was a dream. This ebb and flow of CEO’s personality seemed unrealistic. CEO’s ways were carved in stone and nothing could make him change. It had to be a dream; unless there was another reason, one past his thought. CEO had long since stopped whipping, but was pacing the length of the room, his mind swirling in assessment. Walking back to #12, he took the employee’s chin in his hand, murmuring, “Shall we pay a visit to my past self? He’s certainly expecting me, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if I brought you along.” CEO was considering Mandark’s willingness to lash out in defense of #12, which CEO knew he could manipulate to his advantage.
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Mandark opened the door to his room, off in his own world, but was brought back severely by the sight of CEO, masked once again by boyhood, sprawled across the bed, hands overlapping across his chest, legs stretched straight out. He looked up, sighing nastily, “There you are. You kept me waiting.” The hair on Mandark’s neck bristled, and he geared up to lunge on CEO, wanting to be rid of him once and for all. Before he could move a finger, CEO continued, “You might think twice about that once you see who’s in your lab.” Mandark let go of the breath he was holding. He hadn’t yet moved, and he didn’t need to. He already knew who awaited him behind his gateway to science. He knew how CEO’s mind worked, and how easy it would be to bring #12 into his conspiracy. He prayed for the safety of #12, neglecting his own. His life would hardly be worth living without that of his lover.