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B to B

Chapter 1

From here above the queue looked like an arid snake, nervously awaiting its deconstruction at the entrance. Ben Klock was sitting on his throne, made of melted vinyl-discs, staring calmly unaffected through the massive red-tainted window that gave the top floor of the Berghain its single eye, watching the weekend emerge.

„Your Grace! Your Grace!“

When the whiny voice of his lackey Dax J echoed through the room, Ben Klock activated a mechanism that allowed his throne to rotate in a slow, kinglike manner. With the window in his back, he was now facing his breathless servant.

„What is it, you filthy creep? Can’t you see I’m busy!?“

„It is Rrose, your Grace. It’s Rrose.“

„What about him? Or her. Whatever the fuck. Fuck it“

„She is dead, your Grace.“

„Again?“

„No No. Really dead. This time she took the whole dose. It is the contract your Grace. It demands too much ecstasy to be taken. It kills our DJ’s“

„You are weak, Dax J! Your sympathy is disgusting. Get out of my sight!“

“But what should we do, your Grace?!”

“What we always do. Get rid of the body. Get rid of her stuff. Rrose doesn’t exist. Rrose has never been existing.”

“But this time it is different, your Grace. I was not some random warm-up loser like me. It was Rrose! Rrose was popular.”

“Never underestimate the power of the Klock, Dax. Rrose never existed. Now piss off!”

Chapter 2

When Rodhead opened his eyes, the sunlight sent its warm glimpse through the blinds. Stripes of shadows and light covered Ashley’s naked body. “He seems so peaceful, when he sleeps”, thought Rodhead, resisting his impulse to follow the stripes with his fingertips: starting at Ashleys tender neck, down his athletic back, down to his muscular buttocks. Dowsed in this rhythmic pattern, his body was like an invitation to love.

“Good Morning my love”, said Ashley without opening his eyes. “I’ve been dreaming of you”.

Rodhead raised his head a bit, using one hand to carry it, reaching with the other towards Ashley’s back. When he slightly touched it, a warm shudder saturated Ashley’s body, letting only a whispered “Rodhead” escape from his mouth. Rodheads hand started to wander on Ashley’s body, reaching deeper and deeper. When it arrived at Ashley’s buttocks, Rodhead awaited for Ashley’s consent. Ashley opened his eyes for a split-second and smiled. Then they kissed passionately while Rodheads hand grasped for Ashley’s penis from behind, noticing his hard erection. With all the gentle strength, that Rodhead’s manly body provided him, he threw Ashley on the back and lunged himself at Ashley’s hips, greedily but gently absorbing Ashley penis between his lips. Like in a trance of a hard but tender minimal-track, Rodhead was swallowing Ashley’s penis, dancing with his tongue around its shiny glans, swallowing it again, faster and deeper. It was like a hot explosion of love when Ashley came in Rodhead’s mouth.

“Good morning my love” Rodhead replied.