Dexter’s Laboratory Porn Story: Chemical Bonding – Chapter 2
CHEMICAL BONDING II
By Lennon Karma, a twisted little freak
I still don’t own any of da people from Dexter’s Lab (but as I’ve said before, I would like to own Mandark J
) Anyway, I warned you before the first chapter that this would be weird and I really was not kidding. Well, now for chapter 2.
Chapter 2:
Stronger Than the Force of Gravity
It didn’t take long for Mandark to realize that this would be harder than he had thought. His love was his enemy, an enemy who would surely use it to his advantage, a chance to strike a fearsome blow to Mandark’s pride. Frustrated, he scribbled on his science notes, trying to subdue his emotions. Surely he could get over Dexter and find someone else. After all, how could he love someone whose life goal was to bring him to his knees? It was all he could stand to see Dexter lean forward and whisper to Douglas, his best friend. What if Dexter was in love with Douglas, and Mandark lost his idol? He knew deep down it wasn’t like that, but his brain wouldn’t process it. All he could think of was one more day all on his own5
He spent his days gaping at Dexter; his nights dreaming of him. In his lab, surrounded by familiar black thorns and red marble, he urged his mind to come up with a solution. Finding himself unable to do so, he snatched a school yearbook, looking through the photos. Slicing out Dexter’s picture, he cut it into a heart shape, and pressed it against his cheek. “I love you, Dexter.” He whispered in his nasal voice. He returned to his room, placing the picture in a box of various things on his dresser. Still, his feelings alone could not bring them together. Dexter had to love him back.
Sighing, Mandark was sure that would never happen, and his hope would never become a reality. His perception of Dexter’s sexuality was his main evidence, but the face that looked stonily back at him from the mirror only added to it. His black hair was in sharp contrast with his pale, creamy skin, sallow from lack of sunlight. His eyes were large and very bright, but masked by thick glasses. “Why are you so goddamn repulsive?” he pleaded to his reflection, whose eyes blinked quickly, and lowered themselves slowly to the floor.
Frustrated, he kicked his shoes off, allowing them to slide quickly to the wall. To him at that moment, it seemed there was no life without love, and there was no love without Dexter.
Hard core and analytical though he was, his romantic side gushed out when his emotions got the better of him. An idea that appealed to him was one of dying in Dexter’s arms; Dexter holding him in his arms, simply being with him in his final moments as he took his final breaths5
Mandark smiled subtly at the thought, but it didn’t last long, as his scientific side overthrew his romantic one. What were the chances of that ever happening? Surely Dexter would never be able to find any attraction in Mandark. This assumption ate away at his confidence, leaving nothing but the acknowledgement of his adoration of Dexter. Without Dexter’s approval of him, what was he worth?
Mandark tried in desperation to get past this self-hatred, but what could he do? Dexter was everything; Dexter was his life. There was no way around it he could see. Somehow, he had to get an answer, even if it was no. He had to come clean. Someday, his ultimate test awaited him.
After weeks of planning exactly what to divulge, Mandark could no longer contain it. Sitting in homeroom, he listened to the announcements halfheartedly, as he began writing away, quickly wearing his pencil down. He wrote exactly what he felt and prepared to pass it to Dexter, since he could not dream to confront him face to face. After perfecting time and time again his ledger of confession, he looked down on his finished work:
“D.M.,” he began, unable to bring himself to write Dexter’s full name.
“As ironic as this will seem, I must confess to you a revelation you may never fully understand. I’m not sure that I do. I am devotedly in love with you. You surely think this is a trick, but I promise you, it is not. Weeks ago, you stood out to me as the most incredible earthly creature. Our years of opposition have set us distant from one another, but I want that to change. I don’t know if I can bear one more day of you not caring. I could be as true and faithful a lover as any, and I hope on my life you can see that. If you can’t, I understand if you will hate me that much more, but still, I will love you.
~ Mandark”
Satisfied, he wrote Dexter’s initials on the front of the paper, and handed it to the girl behind him. Mandark held his breath, and felt his heart in his throat. Part of him wanted the note back, and yet he knew that his feelings would only plague him until he found a way to resolve them. In what felt like an eternity, he received a tap on the back, and turning quickly, he found the girl thrusting a note in his face.
He whipped back around and unfolded the letter. Hoping beyond hope the answer was yes, he read,
“Mandark,
I had no idea you felt that way. It surprised me that you would take such interest in someone like me, but if you truly feel that way, I’m all for it. Want to sit together at lunch?”
Mandark was in a state of shock. Gasping for breath, he tried to get his mind around the fact that his true love had not only didn’t mind this simple confession of such a complicated thing, but also offered to sit together at lunch! At last, he regained his composure and picked up where he left off.
“I never knew before just how romantic you were. An account such as this crosses gender’s boundaries. I would love to become more than a friend to you. See you at lunch!
~ Douglas”
The thrill of victory dulled Mandark’s acute senses just long enough to stop him from catching the author of the response at first. Then it sank in. Douglas??? His brain screamed. How did he get the note? And why would he think it was for him? I knew that didn’t look like Dexter’s handwriting. Skimming through the letter once more, he tried to remember where his error lay. Finally, he knew. He now wished he had just written Dexter’s full name, since Dexter had the same initials as his best friend, Douglas Mordecai!
Embarrassed and furious beyond rational thought, Mandark just wanted to find a way out of it. While he had to admit that Douglas had a certain charm, it was Dexter he truly adored. Still, he considered the possibility of this “practice round.” With his little experience, a test like this would help him a great deal. If nothing else, Douglas’s docile nature could certainly get him started.
Whipping out a piece of paper, he began a reply.
“Douglas,
I’m relieved to hear that. Will you meet me by the water fountain by the cafeteria door after the lunch bell rings?”
Not bothering to sign it this time, he handed it off, and watched for a response. Douglas’s eyes scanned the paper quickly from left to right. Looking up, he met Mandark’s eyes and nodded, winking coyly. Contemplating the unexpected turn of events, Mandark realized that this may have been for the best after all.
The lunch bell rang, and Mandark paced quickly to their meeting spot. Sure enough, there was Douglas, adjusting his glasses. “Hello, Douglas,” Mandark said softly. “Hi,” Douglas answered. With the situation that lay at hand, neither felt like eating, and the two sat across from each other at an empty table.
Slightly uneasy, Mandark was unsure how to start any conversation. This was a pivotal moment; anything could upset its delicate balance.
“So, how was your morning?” Douglas asked easily, as if it was nothing.
“All right,” Mandark replied. “Except I only got an A- on my Spanish test. Languages are difficult for me.”
Smiling, Douglas announced a suggestion. “You could come to my house sometime for a ‘study session’.” Mandark wasn’t sure exactly what they would be studying, but he was pretty sure it wouldn’t be Spanish.
“That sounds enjoyable.” He answered with a nervousness Douglas picked up on. Lowering an eyebrow, Douglas rested his chin on his hand, and continued to look at Mandark.
After he felt he could stand Douglas’s I’m-on-to-you expression no longer, he spoke again. “I hope you don’t mind my asking, but have you ever5” the question just ended there, as Mandark couldn’t bring himself to finish it.
“Ever5what?” Douglas lifted his head and crossed his arms on the table.
“Ever5with a guy5you know5” Mandark’s pale skin instantly became a rosy shade as he blushed deeply.
Douglas smiled again and patiently replied, “Well, sort of. It was on a dare, actually. A few years ago, at a birthday party, someone dared me to kiss Dexter. I actually liked it5” his voice trailed off, as he reminisced. Mandark found it a comforting thought to have someone with experience, even if it was only on a dare.
They talked all through lunch, hardly noticing the bell ring to send them on to their next class. Rising from the table, Douglas pulled a pencil out from behind his ear and scribbled something down on a piece of paper. “My phone number. Call me sometime soon.” He told Mandark. Mandark took a pencil from his pocket protector and gave his number to Douglas. The two smiled at each other one last time and parted.
The rest of the day followed a confused, yet delightful passage in Mandark’s mind. For something that had turned out so differently from the way he had planned it, he was quite pleased with himself. Still he was unsure. Just this morning, he had hardly noticed Douglas’s existence, and now he was head over heels. Could people really fall in love so soon? If they could, he told himself, he just had.
The next few weeks passed much in the same manner. Douglas and Mandark sat together at lunch every day, called each other on the phone every night, and spent the rest of the time just thinking about each other. No one seemed to notice anything unusual. Even Dexter failed to see the change in his best friend. And Mandark had not felt more complete than he had since the completion of his laboratory.
At last, Mandark received the phone call he had been waiting for since Douglas came into his life. “Mandark,” he began. “We’ve been, well, *talking* for a while now, and I was just wondering if you thought we should start actually going out.” Mandark knew that it had been quite a while of, as Douglas aptly put it, *talking*. Sure, he was ready to advance. “Yes,” Mandark answered. “I think so too.”