Dexter’s Laboratory Porn Story: Chemical Bonding – Chapter 3
CHEMICAL BONDING III
By Lennon Karma, who else?
I’ve been really busy lately (studying for a science test5what a coincidence), so it’s been tough to find time to write this. As always, I don’t own any of da people from Dexter’s Lab. Uh, I don’t think I have anything else to say, so you can just read da fic.
Chapter 3:
Magnetic Field
“So, how does Friday night at 7:00 sound?” Douglas urged. Mandark, still caught up in the excitement, let go of the breath in his lungs, and opened his mouth to speak. “Y-y-yes. That sounds good.” He answered, faltering. “Excellent. I’ll come by and meet you at your house.” Barely catching the last words, Mandark quickly agreed and hung up the phone with a wavering hand. Why he was so nervous he wasn’t sure. One reason he knew he was nervous was, as always, his obvious lack of experience. Also, Douglas was a “trial run”, and after all Douglas had done for him, he couldn’t let him down.
But what would Douglas expect? Mandark wanted to just be himself, but it wasn’t that simple. He wasn’t sure who was going to play the “master.” Mandark hoped it would be Douglas, because not only did Douglas actually understand the depth of what was going on, he was also the more masculine of the two. Running his fingers through his gleaming black hair, he made up his mind to wait for the signal from Douglas before making any more life-changing decisions.
During science on Friday, Mandark could barely contain himself. If it made him this jittery seeing his lover at this distance, what would it be like when he was up close? Sighing, Mandark set to work once more.
Douglas joined him for lunch as always, as it had become habit. Not much was said; between their lunches together and constant phone calls, they didn’t spend much time apart. Still, this wasn’t the real cause for the silence. With the approach of their first official date, there wasn’t much to say.
The rest of the day passed quickly for Mandark. He moved mechanically through the last four classes of the day, and before long, found himself at home. Looking at his watch, he exclaimed, “3:30! I don’t have much time!” In a flurried panic, he raced inside, and proceeded to assure himself that he looked his best; that his glasses were clean, his shoes were polished, and not a hair was out of place.
Upon completion, he looked at himself in the mirror in amazement at his newfound elegance. For certain, his gawky body and his large glasses remained, but his lowly appearance did not. His radiance seemed to consume him, and in an incredible, yet still awkward way, he was almost attractive.
Palms drenched with sweat, Mandark lowered himself slowly into a chair to wait for Douglas. Sure enough, minutes later came the ring of the doorbell. Mandark leapt up, and opened it. He was relieved to find Douglas wearing exactly what he had worn to school, and if anything, looking as if he hadn’t combed his hair for a while. “Douglas,” stuttered Mandark. Douglas didn’t feel like waiting. “Are you ready?” Mandark nodded, and shut the door, grateful his parents were out, and Olga was sleeping over at a friend’s house.
“Want to go to the North Park?” Douglas asked. “Okay.” Mandark answered, still a little tense, but managing to calm down. This was difficult for him, since it was a well-known fact that the park was where people went to make out. Douglas acted as if that had never crossed his mind. “So, what have you been doing?” Mandark asked, wanting desperately to make conversation. Douglas’s eyes narrowed, and he answered, “Not much. I had a pile of homework when I got home.” “I made some adjustments on my time machine. I came up with a way to go into the future and age with it. In other words, if I went 5 years into the future, I would become 5 years older. Upon completion, it should work in reverse as well.” Douglas was curious. “Have you tested it yet?” he asked. “Not yet,” Mandark admitted. “I still have to update the system and make sure I can still use it as I originally designed it: to simply transport you to any time. The danger with this new design is the chance of going forward or back in time past your life span.” “What happens then?” asked Douglas, worriedly. “I’m not sure, since this hasn’t yet been tested. But I hypothesized that you would get lost in space-time, and certainly die.” This made Mandark feel even more at home. This was the sort of thing he would talk about with his friends5if he had any.
Still, Douglas filled the role of a friend and a lover. He and Douglas walked side by side, and occasionally, Mandark felt Douglas’s hand brush against his own. Finally, Douglas laced his fingers around Mandark’s, taking his hand. Nothing could have been more incredible to Mandark at that moment.
The sun had long since gone down, and the park was hidden by the darkness. These two phantoms in the shadows of the moon were the last remaining people in the park. They sat on a tree-shaded bench overlooking the lake, which sparkled with starlight. Douglas silently extended an arm, snaking it around Mandark’s bony shoulder, pulling him closer. Resting his head gently on Douglas’s shoulder, Mandark did not want the night to end.
Mandark raised his head, and looked up at Douglas. After a moment of deeply regarding one another, everything seemed right. Douglas placed one hand on the back of Mandark’s neck, soft and smooth. It slid gently down Mandark’s back, and Mandark’s own hands fell upon Douglas’s shoulders. Ever so slowly, Mandark and Douglas moved closer together until their lips touched. It was quick and light, with little time for emotion. After a breath, they kissed again, passionately this time. Mandark was filled with mixed feelings. He loved the sensation of Douglas’s warm lips pressed against his own, yet something just did not feel right. He brushed it off; after all, this was the most beautiful thing that had happened to him in for longer than he could remember.
Mandark opened his mouth, allowing Douglas’s tongue to come inside. He was surprised at his own boldness, but enjoyed every moment of this. Douglas allowed his free hand to touch Mandark’s leg, climbing it to his thigh, bared by his close-fitting shorts. This touch awakened a part of Mandark that had laid dormant his entire life. The way they were going, nothing could have made him want to stop. Sure, his romance with Douglas had begun as practice, simply for his own sake, but it was very different now. He was in love, beyond all doubt. Something told him he had to be as close to Douglas as he could possibly be.
Yet, underneath his newfound powerful, lusty exterior, he was still as self-conscious as ever. Was this really what he wanted? Assuring himself that it was, he pulled Douglas closer, and felt Douglas continue to move up his leg. All the emotion inside him endured, and brought him to erection. This, to him was the breakthrough of the night.
As Douglas kissed Mandark’s neck, Mandark caught a glimpse of his watch. “Douglas! Stop! Look what time it is!” Sure enough, it was 9:42. “My parents and my sister will be home at 10:00, and if they find out about us5” Mandark didn’t finish, as he was unsure of what they would do if they did happen to find out. But he didn’t want to risk it. “Alright.” Douglas agreed, stopping reluctantly. He stood up, took Mandark’s hand, and bringing him carefully to his feet.
They walked back to Mandark’s house in silence. Again, there wasn’t much left to say. Under the light that watched over Mandark’s doorstep, Douglas whispered in Mandark’s ear, “I’ll call you tomorrow.” Douglas gave Mandark one more airy kiss on the lips and slowly headed back to his own home.
Watching Douglas go, Mandark was sure that he had made the right choice. Douglas was the one person he could completely confide in, the one he could tell everything to. He didn’t want to go inside; he wanted to stay here on the step in the crisp air, and he wished Douglas would stay, too. But the sight of distant car lights approaching changed his mind. He flung the door open, barely taking time to close it behind him. He jumped into his pyjamas, only to end up with both legs in one pant leg. Snickering at the complete idiocy of it, he managed to sort that out, looking out the window to see the familiar Astronomenoff car pull into the driveway.
His bedside light was on instantly, and he was in bed with a book in his hand as if he was trying to overtake 10:00. Mandark attempted to read his book, but was far too spaced to concentrate. His next chance to see Douglas was all he could think about; there was nothing more. Even Dexter was thrust into the background. After his flawless first date, Mandark fell asleep tired, but happy.
The next day, Mandark finished his book easily as he sat by the phone waiting for Douglas’s phone call. That morning, the call came, and the boys were, again, talking about their usual things, with no mention of the previous night.
At lunch on Monday, Mandark waited for Douglas in their usual meeting place slightly longer than he was used to. Finally, Douglas showed up, yet he lacked the enthusiasm he brought with him other days. This continued throughout the week, and Mandark’s frustration built.
On Friday after school, Olga punched Mandark in the shoulder and ran out the door as he waited for Douglas’s daily phone call. Late that night, he was forced to admit to himself that it probably was not coming. Yet, he was sure Douglas had a reason. Either way, he knew how to find out. Picking up the phone, he dialed Douglas’s number and waited. “Hello?” said a deep voice. “Hello, Mr. Mordecai,” Mandark answered. “Is Douglas there?” “No,” Mr. Mordecai answered, he said he wanted to go for a walk again.” Again? Mandark was perplexed. “What do you mean ‘again?'” he asked. Mr. Mordecai paused, and answered uncertainly, “Well, that’s what he told me last night as well.” Mandark’s mind was set ablaze: If he went for a walk last night5 With a quick goodbye to Mr. Mordecai, Mandark was out the door.
He ran to the park without stopping, which was farther than he had ever run at once. On silent feet, Mandark followed the same path he had the night before. Without having gone far, he heard Douglas’s voice. After all of Douglas’s generally unapproachable nature that week, Mandark was now pissed off to the highest level of pissed-ifity.
Looking around the width of a huge oak tree, sure enough, Mandark’s eyes fell upon Douglas, and he wasn’t even on his feet, so he certainly wasn’t walking. But, without any knowledge of it, Douglas was explaining to Mandark much of the week. As Douglas horrified Mandark by kissing his other lover so fervently, Mandark had to use every fibre of his being to stop himself from crying or running back home. Douglas whispering the words, “I love you,” in little more than a breath only made it more difficult. “These are words he’ll never say; not to me.” Mandark whimpered to himself.
Making up his mind to expose Douglas, Mandark wasn’t sure how he would handle Douglas’s other lover, who already made his life miserable in every other way. After destroying his experiments, disdaining him at every turn, and otherwise shattering his hope of a life that seemed worthwhile, how could Olga take his lover from him?