For The Love Of Chéri (CHAPTERS 1-112 REWRITTEN)

Chapter 6 : That Deadly Kiss

The sound of the wind and rain battered the window, and the first few flashes of sheet thunder lit the room. Lennon opened the small window above, filling the room with the sound of the rainstorm.

Chéri was unscrewing his lower lip piercing, and carefully dried the small-sized fleshhole retainers in his ears as Lennon watched, struck by Chéri's freedom and style.

"Chéri..?"

"Yes, Lenny?"

"Do you ever take that tongue piercing out?"

"Not really, unless I'm changing it for another, or cleaning it."

Lennon sat on a chair near Chéri just watching him move in his unique, fluid way. Chéri was so feminine and he just couldn't take his eyes off him for a moment, for fear of missing something important. Even Chéri's mundane routine of removing his makeup and moisturising his face looked intricate and interesting to Lennon.

"Lenny..." Chéri purred as he got up, and slowly walked over to Lennon while undoing his wet shirt, "You've teased me so much! Are you not going to give it up for little me?"

"Have I?" Lennon responded, surprised, and nearly taking a step back.

"Yes! You've followed me around, flirted with me shamelessly, been all provocative with your body, and kissed me. Are you really going to just say no, now?"

"I've been provocative...?" Lennon asked, confused.

"Mmm, hmm." Chéri nodded adorably, and rather enthusiastically.

"You're still soaking wet." Lennon pointed out.

"Because I'm sitting here, thinking that hopefully you'll come to your senses and catch what you've been chasing. You know you want this! I bet you've been thinking about all the things you'd like to do to me." Chéri said as he winked and then ran his hands through his wet hair as he walked past Lennon to the bathroom.

Lennon picked up a towel, and started to towel dry his hair, "Well, I'm no saint." he responded, before sitting on a chair by the bed.

Chéri shouted from the bathroom, "Is there anything you strictly, don't do?"

"Hmm... I don't know. I do normal stuff." Lennon answered, almost lost for words.

"'Normal stuff'" Chéri repeated, while he giggled, "Well, I'll try anything. You could treat me like a total whore by the way." He continued before laughing again in his little flippant way.

Lennon had a concerned look of bewilderment on his face at Chéri's off the cuff remark, "Chéri? Did you have a happy childhood?" he called over his shoulder, towards the bathroom as he dried his hair.

"For the most part, yes...I guess. I don't like to talk about it though. Did you?" Chéri called back.

"Yeah, really good." Lennon called back.

"Lenny, tell me where did you grew up?" Chéri called back.

"Montréal, Canada. Before my papa convinced my momma to go back to his home state of Tennessee."

"Thought you'd say that. Hence, why do you sound Canadian..."

"Yeah." Lennon said.

"And have a Canadian driving licence?" Chéri asked.

"Hmm, yeah."

"Would you say your parents' are nice people?" Chéri called back.

Lennon was puzzled by the question, "Mighty fine people. They're still together and happy, after all these years. That's the kinda love I want, someone to grow old with. The real thing."