the love triangle

The beginning.. of the end

He poured a few pints in, measuring it carefully. Dahvie writhed under him, enjoying the subtle stretch. After Kenneth poured the last drops of the milk in, he took his box of fruit loops and poured them in, the cereal instantly floating to the top. He took a huge spoon and dug in, slurping to get to the pink colored pieces of cereal. The whole fat milk slowly dripped down his chin and onto the floor below him, creating a pool of liquid. Kenneth moaned in delight at the fact that Dahvie was whimpering below him.

"Dad-Daddy," Kenneth heard from below. He stopped eating, resting his spoon on the toilet seat. He peered over at Dahvie, who was on his hands in knees. His stage makeup was all smeared, revealing a sad and lonely man who was still in his "scene phase". That's what Kenneth loved most about his baby boy. He was not afraid to be himself.

"Yes honey?"

"Feels-Feels so good.." Dahvie whispered, his voice hoarse.

"That's right baby, I'm gunna make you feel so good," Kenneth replied, stroking the younger's back.

Dahvie smiled as best as he could before he turned back around. Kenneth continued his minstrations, finishing up the last of the milk and cereal. Dahvie's ass clenched, feeling empty without the gallon of milk and whole box of cereal in ass.

"Come on baby, let's get up and to the bed," Kenneth said, pulling Dahvie up. He helped him out of the tub before wiping his behind with a Panic! At the disco™ shirt. Kenneth fucking hated working with those fake emos. He liked Black Veil Brides better. Dahvie was a more Pierce the Veil fan but it didn't matter. As long as Panic at the Disco continued making their garbage mainstream music, Kenneth knew he didn't have to worry about them being around any longer.

"I know this is a weird question but.... Next time can you use Honey Nut Cheerios? The Froot Loop crumbs travel through my intestines from my asshole and give me a stomach ache. Honestly I think it has too much sugar in it."

Kenneth nodded. "As long as it's your ass I'm using it doesn't matter. Dahvie smiled and plopped a kiss on Kenneth's mouth. "You're so much more attuned to my needs then Jayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. God, he was such an asshole. He had the nerve to say Brian Starr or whoever that guy was that scammed his teenage fans with horrible music and low budget tours, was better than me, Dahvie Van Titty."

"Ugh, don't listen to him. He's just jealous that he isn't famous anymore. We all know that you were the better one in Blood on the dance floor. No one gave a fuck about him. You were the Nick and he was Kevin. Sad, fat, "straight", and irrelevant."

"All this talk his enlarging my ego and my dick. Kenneth please suck from my lactating nipples."

Kenneth got down on his knees as he started sucking from Dahvie, feeling like a calf being fed from their mother. the ambiguous line between a dream and actually wanting to partake in beastiality got him harder. As he was sucking on the cows utter he looked at dahvies abdomen tattoo, something that looked very familiar...

"Is... is that a panic at the disco tattoo?"

Dahvie stepped back, stuttering. "Um, no what do you mean?"

"I mean, does your Chinese characters translate out to I write sins lyrics? First of all there are wrong characters mixed in with the lyrics and? How could you deceive me like this?"

Suddenly, the goddamn door blew open and out came brendon urie.

*talks in falsetto* "this isn't what it looks like! I know I capitalize on gay culture by talking about my gay experiences even though I always say I'm "straight" but I swear this isn't what it looks like to be!"

Kenneth screamed "you fucking cunt! How dare you try and take Dahvie away from me! Go back to Ryan!"

"Ryan is off somewhere working on his shitty indie music. Dahvie is my true love."

"Is that true?" Kenneth asked, feeling deceived.

-to be continued-