Calendar Day

[Camillo DaVila]

"Hijo de puta"

That was the seventh time already. Soon enough there would be a not so attractive bruise on the teen's face. It seemed like these tracks were set to kill him. Or just brutally injure him. Either way, it would not be pretty. Luckily though, if the boy's foot did happen to get stuck between the rusted rails, he would have no fears of being run over by a giant tin going a gazillion miles an hour. He may, however, be stuck in the rails and get slowly but surely torn apart by flesh eating birds that pulled your eyes out and cut your tongue out.

A shrill cry from within the shrubs caused Camillo DaVila to jump an inch or so from the ground, causing him once again to stumble on the metal footing. So maybe it wasn't the railroad itself that was out to get him, but the birds. He could hear their chirping and the sound of the dirt being moved ever so slightly by their little claws. Their little razor sharp claws. Another shudder ran up the already paranoid boy's back. A sharp intake of breath was taken as big dark brown eyes met small black beady ones. There it was hopping around, now still at the sight of Camillo. The course of action to take was quite obvious. keeping his eyes on the devil creature, the latino boy made himself quite a nice detour around the bird, off the tracks, near the bushes and then back onto them, the terrifying feathered monster no longer in his sight range.

This had been a bad idea on his part. To go for a walk. How stupid. Who walked nowadays anyway? Besides, his head turned to look on either side of him, he had no idea where he was. It was only meant to be a short stroll. Something to clear his head, get his thoughts straights, admire nature. That and he really didn't want to clean his room. No, unfortunately, Cammy found himself irrevocably lost. How exactly had that happened? Well it had started off as a simple stroll through the park. An encounter with a blue jay, and one thing led to another. Escaping the blue jay, he'd made his way to some geese. Lovely. Of course, as soon as they began honking and waddling towards him, all coherent thought was lost and he simply ran. Through bushes, by trees, over a bridge of sorts, through some more bushes where he'd met a spider web that had only sent him into further panic as he tried to get the sticky thing off and away from him; tumbling down a small hill, walking through a small creek, and then finding himself within more shrubbery. Eventually he'd walked out of the immense forest, which in reality, was no forest at all, and found himself by some tracks. Railroad tracks. They looked old and unused. He'd stood staring at the thing for some time, looking up one direction and then the other. Finally his logic decided that if he followed the tracks it would eventually lead him to a station. Which meant people and home and a nice mug of cafe con leche.

Once his decision was made, Camillo was faced with another more pressing issue. Which way would he go? His head turned several times before his logic once again stated obviously that he simply spin around in circles with his eyes closed. Whichever direction he was facing would be the one he would head in. Brilliant. So, his adventure began. And still no station was to be seen. And the birds just seemed to surround him on every side. Which is where the journey brought us. To a Camillo walking on the tracks, stumbling every now and then, skittering away from birds and other such creatures that happened to be in his way.

Ai dios mio. Voy a murir. Me voy a murir. Ai porfavor Diosito ayuda me. With that, he crossed himself and began his silent chain of prayers to whoever would listen. And then it was as if all his wishes were granted. After what seemed like hours, which in truth was mere minutes, in the sweltering heat of this abandoned place, a sound was heard. Not that of the vile birds, but something he recognised as good. Strumming. A guitar. Music. It was music! By God it was music! Which meant it had to be played by someone! Which meant he was saved! His pace increased as the melody grew louder and louder, until the wondorous music filled all of Camillo's senses. Hi eyes immediately fell on the source, and grew with excitement. For his god sent saviour, the one who guided him, was none other than Alex. A warmth filled his heart as he ran towards the boy happily.

And all but attacked the teen with said guitar. His arms flung around the boy as he held onto him, his face buried in Alex's neck.

"Alex, ai gracias diosito. No lo vas a creer que me passo oy! Estaba tan perdido pero ahora the encotre!" He said happily, enjoying the comfort of being close to someone again; to Alex. He then proceeded to give his dear friend a peck on the cheek and then hastily wrapped his arms around him once more, as if afraid the boy would disappear. Unfortunately the guitar which Alex held was in the way of getting too close, but it was close enough at the moment.

Seeing Alex here had all but filled Camillo with giddiness. All his worries were gone as his mind focused on the boy before him. All his worried and lonely emotions seemed to sweep away as they were replaced by lovely happy, warm, and even lustful feelings. "Ai querido, you wouldn't believe how happy I am to see you," he said sincerely resting his head on the other's shoulder as if it were a normal occurrence. Of course, It never crossed Camillo's mind that perhaps this wasn't the best thing to do, seeing as perhaps Alex was not accustomed to such close contact and openness of emotion and feelings as Camillo was. If he felt a certain way, he would express it openly; it was the way he'd been raised. Now, it only seemed right. He liked Alex, quite a bit, and he was relieved to see him. Was it his fault he was also attracted to the other boy? Sure, he was attracted to a couple boys, but at the moment, he held two above all his little crushes. Alex just so happened to be one of these two. And it seemed like Alex and Cuyler didn't seem to mind his open affection. At least, not that he could notice anyway. But maybe it was simply because Cuyler did not pick up on these things as quickly as others. Alex on the other hand, he wasn't too sure of yet.

[Alex Hades]

The sun cried this afternoon. Alex watched with his head held in his hands as it hid its face in shame and cried into pillows.
He smiled softly to himself as he sat atop his porch. Scruffles sat comfortably in his lap while his guitar lay beside him. He stared lovingly at the horizon- thoughts racing inside his head.
Poor Alex had relationship issues.
Although he deeply loved Mozzy, he was his bestfriend...Camillo was now twisting his heart into a horrible mess.
Unfortunately, he also couldn't control his emotions around Mitsu either. He had always loved Light-o

Lighting up a cigarette, he sat inhaling the sweet cancer deep into his lungs. His Mother, noticing the inner heartache came and whispered into his ear.
Thus, he was told by his mother to go for a walk. Leaping to his feet- holding Scruffles in his left hand, he embraced his mother and gave her a passionate peck on the cheek.
"Te Amo," he whispered as he bent down to gather his guitar.
Sauntering toward the sunset he held Scruffles beneath his left arm, the guitar strap around his neck and hanging from his shoulder.

Thoughts raced through his head as he walked forward, eyes hazed with deep concentration.
He looked down at Scruffles, his side bangs falling over his discoloured eye.
"Oh Scruffles," he said exhaling a sigh and gazing into his beady eyes.

Turning him around, he held him tightly against his chest.
"Estoy confundido!"

He came across the train tracks, rough and barren, like his emotions.
He followed the path, examining the surrounding environment
The leaves shining in the sun and the trees reaching to the sky. Warmth kissed his cheek as he embraced the dancing wind.

"Oh Scruffles," he sighed, sitting down on the grass after he legs began to ache.
He sat him down beside him and turned his guitar around, placing his fingers on the strings and playing a few strums.

His fingers moved gracefully along the neck, forcing passionate notes to surround him and engulf him into another world.

"Wake up, it's time."

He started to sing, the vocals overlapping his powerful strumming as his voice reflected his own misery.

"We need to find a better place to hide
Make up your mind
I need to know I need to know tonight"

Atlast, as he got to the next verse, his voice swelled in the fresh mist of the forest air.

"Sweet and divine
Razor of mine
Sweet and divine
Razorblade shine"

He looked up sharply to see a smear of body leap foreward onto his body.
He grunted in dismay.
Arms flung around the boy as he held onto him, a face buried in his neck.
Alex, being cuddly embraced the boy who lay peacefully in his arms.
"Alex, ai gracias diosito. No lo vas a creer que me passo oy! Estaba tan perdido pero ahora the encotre!"

His heart jumped and beat heavily within locked ribs. Camillo, a boy he all but loved.

"Calmateino," he said, resting a hand upon Camillo's head and caressing his hair. It ran smoothly between his fingertips. "No intiendo."

Camillo pulled away to give his dear friend a peck on the cheek and then hastily wrapped his arms around him once more, his face wooed Alexes heart. Unfortunately the guitar which he held and had strapped around him began to dig into his hips.

"Un momento."

Pushing Cam away from his body, he bowed his head and took the strap off, laying the guitar to rest with Scruffles propped up against it.
He returned to Camillo, emotions and hormones raging within his body.
"Ai querido, you wouldn't believe how happy I am to see you," Cam spoke sincerely, resting his head on the Alex's shoulder.
He brought up his hand again and rested it on Cam's head.
"That's the nicest thing I've heard all day," he said in a whisper, he watched the sun kiss Cam's skin with each movement he made.
But did Alex really love Camillo? Or was it mere infatuation?
Oh woe was he.

But he knew one thing:

He wanted him.

[Camillo DaVila]

The warm body left Camillo’s arms as he was softly pushed aside. Que? Did...Alex not like him anymore? Oh no. What had he done? Did he say something to upset his dear friend? Camillo racked his brain trying to come up with some horrible thing he’d done in the past few days that could have possibly upset Alex. No, no, he didn’t think he had. But maybe...he just forgot? Ai, como puedo ser tan estupido?

“Un momento,” came Alex’s wonderful voice. Camillo watched as the boy removed his guitar, watching his beautiful face. Oh. So he wasn’t upset. He was just getting rid of the obstacle that kept them further away from each other. A smile spread across Camillo’s lips as realization dawned on him. Alex also wanted to be closer to him!

Camillo felt his heart leap as a sturdy hand was placed upon his head. He grinned brightly into Alex’s shoulder, adjusting his position to a more comfortable one. It felt so nice to be so close to Alex. He was so warm and comforting. Though..there was something odd. Something that didn’t feel quite right...Oh! Camillo lifted his head momentarily to look down, his eyes fixating on Alex’s waistband. That’s what it was! There was no Scruffles pressed against his body. There was no Scruffles in Alex’s pants. Where was...on the ground? Scruffles was on the ground? Alex had put Scruffles on the ground? Alex Had put Scruffles on the ground. Camillo raised his eyes to meet that of Alex’s. He returned back to his original position a sense of fulfillment and triumph apparent.

"That's the nicest thing I've heard all day," Alex said in a whisper, his breath tickling Camillo’s ear.

Once again, Camillo raised his head to look at Alex. His hair was carried in wisps by the wind, landing every which way. No matter how you looked at Alex, he was beautiful. He was...hermoso. So attractive. It was impossible not to love the boy. Not to want to be near him. Tocar lo...Camillo shifted once more, his legs slightly cramped, and instead opted to simply straddle Alex. Much more comfortable.

“Eres hermoso, Alex,” Camillo said, his face inches from the other’s, “Tus ojos son marivillosos,” he continued staring at Alex’s eye and the little of his discoloured one. There was a bit of a silence as he simply watched Alex, his soft lips and the curve of his nose. “You’re too cute,” he said finally with a lopsided smile. Camillo then did what his body had been urging him to do since the first day his honey eyes had fallen upon the dear boy. He closed the small gap between them, his lips connecting with those soft pink ones.

Sure, he’d kissed Alex before, but that had been meaningless. A sort of bet. Of course, he had used that as an excuse to kiss Alex, but now, it was real. Now Alex couldn’t possibly think it was a kiss of just friendship, but one with passion and desire. A desire he knew both wanted. His hands were rested on Alex’s shoulders, his body pressing closer.

Camillo pulled back after bit to look back at his friend. Had he enjoyed it as well? Was he comfortable with this? Or had he, Camillo, simply read the signs wrong? Either way, he was very happy right now. And he someone else who was beginning to get very happy as well. His hands were now lightly rested around Alex’s neck as he waited for the other teens response to his actions.

[Alex Hades]

<sub>Once again, Camillo had shifted and moved, it was almost as if the boy couldn't sit still and accept the warmth beaming from Alex's body. Camillo looked up into Alex's eyes and Alex stared intently into his. No matter how you looked at Cam, he was beautiful. He was...hermoso. It was impossible not to be the least bit attracted to him and even more so not to crave him.
Tocar lo.
Camillo shifted once more, his legs wrapping around Alex's body. He bit his lower lip, raging emotions and suppressed thought cramped him mind, fogging his vision from everything and anything sensible.
He wanted to drown Cam in his passion, and his desire grew with each passing second.

“Eres hermoso, Alex,” Camillo said, his face inches from the him, he shivered in anticipation. His eyes flicked to Cams lips, watching him speak, wanting them over his body.
“Tus ojos son marivillosos,” he continued staring at Alex’s eye and the little of his discoloured one.
Alex turned, embarrassed by the boys words. He had hidden his discoloured eyes for so long, he feared they wouldn't be accepted. Alex tried hard to hide it, but hair can only do so much on a breezy day. But Camillo enjoyed his eyes, he embraced them with open arms.
“You’re too cute,” Cam said at last with a lopsided smile.
Alex stayed silent, holding his tongue from exposing his lust for Cam.
They were friends, Cam knew that. He wouldn't want a boy like Alex. What good was he for?
Camillo then did what Alex had been urging him to do since the first day his discoloured eyes had fallen upon the dear boy. Cam leaned forward and closed the small gap between them, his lips connecting with Alex's own soft pink ones.

Alex froze, his eyes rolling back as they connected. Hormones enraged and feisty were set free and he moved on direct instinct.

Sure, he’d kissed Alex before, but that Alex knew it was meaningless. A game, if you will. Of course, Alex enjoyed the kiss, savoring the friendship they created with a single gift of affection. But Alex realized that this kiss, this moment in time wasn't a kiss of just friendship, but one with passion and desire. A desire he now knew they both wanted.

His hands were rested on Alex’s shoulders, as Camillo pulled back to look back at his friend. Alex dared not to look at him in the eyes, but let his tongue roll slowly over his bottom lip.
He started breathing heavily, his body warm and his soul awaiting for the next second.

But he couldn't take it, he couldn't suppress his emotions any longer. So he attacked Camillo with his passion.
His left hand wrapped around the back of Cam's head as Alex directed him to the soft moist grass below them. He kept his body between his legs and let his right hand trail along his thigh, inching closer to his pelvis.
His lips moved swiftly against Cams, a tongue slipping between the heavenly gates before ducking back into his own hell.
He kissed his bottom lip, taking it lightly between his teeth and biting gently.
His heart danced with each movement he gave, but he pulled back at last.
His breath was heavy as he tried to calm his emotions.

He broke his grasp from the boy and starred into his eyes before he spoke proudly,
"I have an erection."</sub>

[Camillo DaVila]

<sub><sup>Camillo kept his eyes fixated on Alex, not entirely sure how the boy would react to his actions. For a brief second he thought that maybe he shouldn’t have done it. Their friendship would be ruined now! But then he noticed that although Alex was not looking him in the eye, his lip was moving slowly over his bottom lip. With a great amount of self control, Camillo watched as he desperately wanted to lunged and take that plump bottom lip into his mouth.

Camillo hadn’t needed to wait too long before Alex attacked him himself.

His left hand wrapped around the back of Cam's head as Alex directed him to the soft moist grass below them. He kept his body between his legs and let his right hand trail along his thigh, inching closer to his pelvis.

Camillo felt his breath hitch his jeans tightening uncomfortably as Alex’s hand moved teasingly. The entire moment was intensified as he felt Alex’s soft warm tongue sliding between his lips to make contact with his own. Camillo reached out with his own, but was left founding nothing except for a pair of teeth sinking into the flesh of his bottom lip. A slight moan escaped Camillo, his eyes seeming to roll backward for a brief second before fluttering shut.

The entire contact was removed, slowly lifting away, leaving the boy starring longingly at Alex above him, a small whimpering noise escaping him.

"I have an erection."

The words that came from Alex seemed to somehow increase the wanting ache that raged within Camillo.

“Me too,” he replied in a ragged whisper. Dios mio, he felt like a mess. How could he get so incredibly excited in such little time with this boy? Either way, he liked it. No, he loved it. With eyes and minded clouded with a burning passion, Camillo lifted his head from the cool grass, turning his head to the left and latching onto Alex’s sensitive neck.

His hand reached up once more, one hand lacing to the back of his lover’s head, entwining his fingers in the soft dark hair. His other hand moved lower down Alex’s body, running along his chest, feeling the fabric that stood between him and the soft burning flesh. He stopped at the hem of the shirt, his fingers grazing it lightly before continuing to the jeans that held the precious treasure he was after. Camillo let his hand teasingly run over the exposed flesh, fingers dipping a few inches below the top of his jeans, al the while gracing Alex’s neck with both soft kisses and light, sometimes hard, bites.

Camillo moved his head away from the boy’s head, along with his hand from the Netherlands, his breath mingling with Alex’s before he locked their lips once more. He could feel the heat burning within him, his heart pounding in his chest, and the throbbing feeling that was driving his crazy. Without much thought, Camillo lifted his hips to make contact with Alex’s, letting a not-so-quiet groan escape.</sup></sub>

[Alex Hades]

<sub>“Me too,” Cam replied in a ragged whisper. Alex whined while watching him with hungry eyes. Dear Gods how beautiful he was, he was in complete awe of the beauty before him. And he wanted him, nay he craved him.

His eyes swam across the boys body below him until they focused on the treasure he longed to touch. His eyes flashed up, begging for Cam to let him have his fun when Camillo lifted his head from the cool grass and latched onto Alex’s sensitive neck.

Alex closed his eyes, drawing in a deep breath. His heart pounded and his lower region throbbed.

The world around the two of them became silent. Cam was his pleasure, he wanted to feel him squirm beneath his power.

Cam's hand reached up once more, one hand lacing to the back of his head, entwining his fingers in the soft dark hair while his other hand moved lower down Alex’s body, running along his chest, feeling the fabric that stood between him and the soft burning flesh.

Alex's fingers gripped Cams back, his nails digging in gently at the heat of passion. Eyes rolled back and a small moan surpassed his lips.
Cam stopped at the hem of the shirt, his fingers grazing it lightly before continuing to the jeans that held the precious treasure he was after. Camillo let his hand teasingly run over the exposed flesh, fingers dipping a few inches below the top of his jeans. Each time, Alex thrusted to greet Camillo's actions. He felt himself begin to moisten and frowned.
Was he letting himself get carried away? Was Cam a mere infatuation?
Cam continued to grace Alex’s neck with both soft kisses and light, sometimes hard, bites.
Alex moaned louder and traced a finger down Cam's back until he reached his target. Gently, he squeezed Camillo's toned buttocks, enjoying the feel over the jeans he wore.

They froze together for a moment, letting their heavy breathing mingle together before lips began to whisper in unison with one another. Camillo had lifted his hips to make contact with Alex’s, letting a not-so-quiet groan escape which only drove Alex mad.

He was aching to have him and forced himself to stay put. Oh how he wanted Camillo to own him, he would do anything for his Master.

His hands worked quickly below him, pulling at Cam's pants and threatening to enter.
He ran a hand up the center, grasping the package Camillo had been keeping from him while the other undid the belt Cam wore and began to tease the button.

His head leaned in to Cam's, taking the lobe of his ear between his teeth, he gently nibbled on it before flicking it into his mouth and began to suckle.

"You're driving me crazy," He whispered.</sub>

[Camillo DaVila]

It was a wonderful feeling, being in that world of ecstasy. Everything was a feeling of bliss, pure enjoyment, and an unbearable state of vulnerability. A warm world, an ache that felt wonderful, and a need to just let go, just go over the edge driving him wild. Camillo’s thoughts his actions, were all clouded by a hazy desperate want, a heavy breathing and astonishing sensations. Hands lacing over his body, another’s beautiful breathing, drawn in short ragged pants, really how could this all be real?

In that sudden reawakening, Camillo felt himself alter in his motions. What if this was all a dream? What if, any minute now, he woke up only to find himself in his bed, alone, with a hard on? And Alex…he wouldn’t be there. Could this really just be another one of his fantasies? No…never in his life had anything felt so real, so right. This had to be the real thing.

Camillo looked up at Alex, his eyes searching, trying to make out if this was the real Alex and not just a figment of his imagination. He decided after a few seconds that yes, this was Alex laying atop him with the same crazy want that raged through his own.

Hands worked their way low, his body tingling, reacting to the soft smooth hands. Camillo took a deep breath and swallowed hard, licking his dry lips, eyes following the purposely slow hands. He could feel the pressure as the hands played with his belt and then moved teasingly to that button.

“Ah, Alex,” he said pleadingly eyes shut as he felt that warm touch teasing the very spot he wanted Alex to just grab.

As if that wasn’t completely driving him mad, the other boy put his warm breath close to Camillo’s ear, took the lobe between his teeth, gently nibbled on it before flicking it into his mouth and began to suckle.

"You're driving me crazy,” came Alex’s unbearably seductive voice, his breath tickling his neck.

That was it. Enough was enough. Games were fun, but there was a point when they had to end. And now was that time. With a quick movement, Camillo had them toppled over, himself on top of Alex.

“Now mi amor,” he began, looking down at Alex and moving a leg between those of his, “I’m tired of playing these games,” he said leaning down and brushing his lips to the boy’s. “What about you?” He asked cocking his head to the side, his hands never leaving Alex’s body as they ran slowly along his chest down his treasure trail and then up again.

[Alex Hades]

<sub>It all happened so quickly, Camillo had toppled over and placed himself on top of Alex.

Alex froze, his body tensing at the movements. They had blurred together in a wave of pleasure which rippled through his body. His spine tingled at the thought of Cam dominating him.
Dear Gods, restrain me!
“Now mi amor,” he began, looking down at Alex. His voice was velvet off his tongue. His voice taunting and calming at the same time.
Alex looked back at Cam, locking eyes. He didn't even notice that his different eye colour was glinting in the light.
Cam swiftly moved a leg between those of his, inches from his raging erection. His eyes rolled and begged for more, his mouth opened ajar from the sensation.
“I’m tired of playing these games,” he said leaning down and brushing his lips to the boy’s.
Alex puckered and went for the kiss, but Cam had already dodged the act.
“What about you?” He finished cocking his head to the side, his hands never leaving Alex’s body as they ran slowly along his chest down his treasure trail and then up again.

Alex whined, a pathetic whimper of one who desires more than what is given to him. He arched his back beneath Cam, reacting to his light touch.
He looked up, narrowing his eyes slightly. For someone who's through with playing games, he sure seemed to be enjoying himself.

Regret filled Alex's head. How would his best friend Cuyler take his actions, the poor fool didn't know any better. What would happen to their friendship? Oh how dare emotions and hormones get in the way of his head.

His heart screamed 'yes' to Cam, yet his head firmly stated 'no'.

"Si." Alex said coldly.

He squirmed loose, gazing across Camillo's body again. He frowned and whined again, why did such things happen to him? A romantic?

Biting his lower lip, he pounced on Cam, quickly unbuttoning his jeans and loosening the fly. His fingers moved swiftly and he dared not glance at Cam, in case this was not what he desired.
But Alex did and he would not take no for an answer.
Not anymore.</sub>