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Zero Day // Haunted Beauty (17+)

Hi ahah so like i havent written for a good while because of stuff lala so i decided to just post a story i already wrote and posted somewhere ele.....just wanted to see something ^_^

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For what did beauty define, what did it mean to be the belle of the ball or the English rose amongst the green leaves? Beauty meant everything, those who cared for beauty had caked themselves in layers among layers, while for the rest, they felt beauty came from within in which it would blossom higher into something resplendent.

Aristotle had stated that beauty is “symmetry,” Plato once said that beauty was that quality or qualities in people’s bodies in which they cause love and passion. To define love was the satisfaction which arises in the mind upon contemplating anything beautiful.

Beauty was viewed in all sorts of ways, but the trueness of beauty was to accept those around them, to accept that maybe life is something everybody should learn to love and admire, for real beauty comes from those lovely thoughts forming in everybody’s mind. 

Everything has beauty, not nobody ever sees it, Confucius quotes. Calvin never saw his own beauty, for years, he’s regretted everything up to this point, he knows that people around him don’t seem to recognize their own beautiful selves either, he knows that in a world such as this, he wasn’t alone.

From the day he was born, his parents would remind him of the words that came out of the doctors and nurses mouths the second he cried out.

“My...he’s a beautiful little boy. You are so lucky, Mr and Mrs Gabriel.”

All anyone ever saw was his physical beauty, no one dared to look further than that. But there was so much more, beauty extends further beyond any physical appearance. Those who learn to love themselves quickly find that wonderful feeling deep inside.

They call Calvin the daughter of Aphrodite, but he just doesn’t understand what they see in him to make them utter those words out loud, Aphrodite was known to be the most beautiful being in history. 

Everything around Calvin, he found to be beautiful. Music was beautiful, it centers around the different and unique instruments. Words were often beautiful, they were filled with such authenticity, they forge such deep feelings of graveity to everything. The world, at times, was far more beautiful than anything else, the arts, the sights, those who dream to be something big in the world, all of it was beautiful.

The infuriating fire inside of his body was burning bright with every little sense of passion he felt in that very moment. What was beauty if not the combination of life that makes living beautiful? 

Calvin never sought life to be so exciting, the engraving images of not wanting to live were carved so deep into his skull, he had almost forgotten what it meant to appreciate things as they were.

Beauty was something he felt he was missing out on throughout his life, he didn’t think of himself as something worth beautiful, but his friend, how Andre Kriegman managed to look like a sacred piece of art even while presenting himself as someone who was beaten up as well as beating up whoever he felt deserved it.

Deep inside, he observed the silent movements and gestures that were present in Andre’s presence, the slimness of his waist while still showing some muscular features, how even while his face was covered and painted with small red dots, his eyes showed a simple boy who just needed to be recognized.

Andre was this beautiful creature that Calvin needed more of, he was going to be the person to truly see his real potential.

The ideas of Zero Day, the planning and the results they were both hoping for, all came from Andre’s mind, Calvin’s as well, but he always found Andre’s mind to be most beautiful. Everything and anything he had done, Calvin worshiped more than anything.

Those embarrassing moments they witnessed together, Calvin grew flustered and hid away any sign of him wanting to admire his best friend more. The way he talked to Andre, how sensual it felt at times.

Romance was such a beautiful feeling, it was this feeling of excitement and mystery in which it connected with love, someone being romantic was a person who thought so much about what love was and would then do or say things that express any strong feelings of love towards somebody.

But lust, it was this strong sexual desire for somebody in which they found that other person to be sexually attractive and longed to share those desires with them, finding that one special person in life was so exuberating.

Calvin often dreamt of finding that one person he’s been yearning and longing for, he had envisioned their meetups to be so many different things, he just wasn’t expecting it to happen so suddenly in his life, but he felt that with how much he begged, maybe somebody had heard him and decided to finally do some good in his life.

Finding Andre was like finding the other half of his heart and mind, and while he tended to be more of the explosive one, it still made Calvin feel whole and at peace for once. They told each other absolutely everything, from their family life to their very own lives, discussing their struggles and their frustration with everybody they hated.

Who knew it was so simple and easy to just find the right person. Maybe in the perfect moment, at the right time, in the right place, he had never lost hope in finding him, no matter how long it would’ve taken if he had stopped right then and there.

After four years of them becoming friends, they had devised this plan in which they would soon get rid of all of their problems as well as themselves. They had called it Operation Zero Day, to Andre, it was a way to remove those who cause him great problems, but to Calvin, Zero Day was simply just a suicide mission, he didn’t want to bear the struggling any longer and just wanted to put an end into it all.

The saying that with the right person in the right moment, one is able to make the right decisions because of finding that one special somebody, Calvin found it foolish at first, he couldn’t believe that people actually felt that as long as they had their someone, they would suddenly stop the insane outbursts.

He didn’t realize it was really true until he met Andre.

After five years of friendship, the two thought they were better off together as one, and it made Calvin incredibly giddy from that day onward. 

Yet how come in this moment, how come in this situation where he stands on top of his best friend and his boyfriend, he is unable to comprehend any ideas?

It started off as something simple, something small yet big enough to cause an eruption in Calvin’s body. The two had decided to go to Andre’s house to watch some sort of movie, but Calvin didn’t really care for it.

The true reason they both went was because Andre’s parents were celebrating their anniversary together and wanted to go out to eat, leaving Andre by himself. The moment he mentioned the house being empty for once, Calvin’s mind began to race.

It started off as something slow, when the two made it up into Andre’s bedroom, they immediately fell into each other's arms and embraced themselves as they locked lips, hearing the sounds of their clothes rustling together as their breaths synced up with each other.

It had all happened so fast, Calvin hadn’t even realized just how starved he was to feel Andre, but the second the two interlocked themselves together, he couldn’t resist.

Normally, Andre took the lead, he had more confidence than Calvin and therefore used that ability to take him in, and he would gladly let him. But something had caused Calvin to feel the sudden urge to push his boyfriend down on the bed, watching how his expression shifted from pure lust to shock.

“What...Cal...what are you...”

And yet, he had no idea exactly what he was doing. His mind was doing things on its own, leaving Calvin with no room to control himself. He stared down at Andre, noticing how his hair went many directions while still being shorter than his own, he saw the way his eyes grew slightly, almost like a feline finally getting comfortable in its new environment.

Andre was in this situation where he felt he was unable to bring his guard down, seemingly picking fights and arguments with anyone and everyone, he’s done bad things, and so has Calvin, but by being under the blonde’s hold, he had finally let himself lose himself and feel normal for once.

With Calvin, he really did feel like himself.

Calvin swallowed, sweating profusely at the sight that was now in front of him, was Andre simply playing dumb, or had he really no idea what he was causing in that very moment? This boy, this man that Calvin had decided to fall for was now laying on his bed, allowing his already semi tight shirt to hug his body with such force.

“Dude...get the fuck over here...what are you doing?” Andre asked simply, not noticing the way Calvin’s already pale face was turning a shade of dark crimson red, he had felt that in that moment, Andre was not a real person. 

How could he be, with such a gorgeous face, a hilarious sense of humor, and the body of a literal god, he may as well have been dreaming. Slowly but surely, Calvin found himself back in his own body, now completely focused on the reality that was laying around in front of him.

Andre was already beginning to take off his shirt, revealing the waist Calvin so desperately wanted to touch. He was drooling again, mentally drooling at the sight of this boy who was almost about to be in his grasp in a few short moments, once he finally learned to compose himself.

“...Come on...stop staring...”

Like an animal, a vicious and ruthless beast, he let himself go, he watched as he went down to bring Andre back in with a kiss, only this one grew rough, and yet still carried on that sweetness and tenderness it had previously.

Calvin was so busy trying to hold himself back, he wasn’t even fully there until he heard the sounds of soft moans, and while he didn’t stop peppering his boyfriend with kisses, he knew that those sounds were coming from him, leaving him in a spiral of a mess.

The only moment they broke apart was for Calvin to remove his own t-shirt, but they quickly latched onto each other again, with Andre pulling him in the second the shirt fell onto the bed. Their mouths danced messily and more sloppy, but they were too much into it to even care.

Their minds were wandering, their thoughts were everywhere, the only thing Calvin knew Andre was saying in his head was to touch him, to touch him and to paint around his skin until he felt his body ache and himself yearn and beg for what felt like pure heaven.

He wanted to be pinned between Calvin and the mattress, he was this delicate flower pressed against a book, he wanted to be the only person in the world who was able to call out his name like it was the only thing written inside of the pages.

Calvin wanted this too. He wanted Andre to want him the same way Calvin wanted him, desperately, until both ached in the pain of being away for too long. He wanted to make him shiver from his touch, so he glided his fingers around Andre’s stomach all the way down to his waist, noticing the delighting sound that emitted from his mouth.

He wanted to hear Andre say his name, so he leaned down on his neck, biting it sensually until he was breathless and shaky, panting out his name until he gave him what he wanted. Calvin wanted him to swallow him whole, so when the right time came, he felt himself inserting everything he had into Andre, hearing the loud screams he let out as he gripped hard on his shoulder blades.

As he slid out and in with a steady pace, he could hear the way Andre begged for more, practically letting himself whine out how much he needed this. In those moans, Calvin could capture the words he wanted to say but he was too stuck in the current moment.

“Split me open, dig your fingers into me and lick my heart with such rawness. Devour me whole until we are two of the same, don’t let a single finger lay itself on me unless it is your own.”

Like a demon possessing Calvin, he couldn’t bear the thought of anybody with Andre, and he was certain that the other boy felt the same. He knew how Andre was, he knew the reaction he had when Calvin started to talk about his friend, Rachel, he knew how irritated he was when he saw the two laughing.

It made Calvin see stars. Riling Andre up was originally not his intention, but the thrill he got the second he felt Andre’s sharp glares against his back made him shiver with such delight.

If he knew how much he enjoyed seeing his best friend irritated, then how would Andre have felt if he ever saw the way Calvin stared deeply if he saw him with anybody else. Don’t let a single finger lay itself onto Andre, he would tell himself over again.

Calvin would ravish Andre right then and there if anything were to happen, just to show that the two were meant for each other, not for anybody else.

“Cal...Cal...come on...” Andre let out with a heavy breath, his face darkening with red every minute Calvin was on top. He would’ve loved to see his beautiful face, but he had covered it up, appearing to still be embarrassed about not being the one to take the lead, but Calvin simply wanted to show him just how stunning and breathtaking he was, even if it meant that he had to step up for once.

The more he kissed him and the harder he pushed, Andre was the only one able to take his breath away. With every stroke, his body moved together, he watched as Andre danced into an arch. He licked at every mark he left by, his skin dressing with shivers all the up towards his spine.

“Andre...”

“Cal...come on...I’m...I’m close...”

Today, tomorrow, Andre felt Calvin, the way he moved while he swayed. He watched and felt as Calvin spread his legs, he felt the sensation of his presence as it tickled his bones. He saw how his thighs entangled him closely, almost as if he did not want to let go ever again. 

When he was in charge, he took it a little harder, a tad bit harsher. Andre did not take it as far as ripping him apart, but it certainly felt different when it was Calvin’s turn. It was different, but it was good, far more than good, it was enchanting, it was nothing Andre’s has ever felt, it was something he knew that Calvin would be good at.

While his mind grew too foggy to have his words come out as comprehensible, Calvin knew just what he wanted, he knew what he needed in order to satisfy him fully. Andre enjoyed the feeling of his thumb circling around the bottom part of his body, he adored the sensation of his tongue painting around his neck and his chest until there was no more room to add anything else.

He loved the way Calvin was with him, while he knew they were both bad people, neither of them had judged who they were together, he managed to feel at ease with him and he managed to not hide his trueness with him because he knew he understood better than anybody else.

Love like theirs was something no one has ever seen. Romance was such a beautiful feeling, it was exciting to the point where he had to have more, he needed to have more of his love and his touch. He needed more of this lustful feeling that had him weak like putty and burning red like flames.

He was so close, he just needed one more push, he knew Calvin was close too, the two were ready to let everything out together. The two moaned and they groaned with pleasure, he dug his nails deeper into Calvin’s skin as he moved harder into Andre.

He was so close, he was almost there. He could hear Calvin mumbling something, something that he wanted and needed to let out at that moment, so Andre gave him a sign to let him know that he could tell him anything.

Breathless pants, groans of enjoyment, what Andre felt in that moment was much more than just lust, he loved Calvin, he loved his touch, adored his way of showing love. He was never the type to love anybody, but when Calvin opened his doors, he felt that it was best to let him in, to be the only person to show him what it was like to be loved.

“Andre...I...I love you...”

He gasped, the bubbling feeling in his stomach rose higher, and he let himself release without realizing.

For so long, the two have shared plenty of “I love you’s”, but he felt that saying it in this present time meant so much more than those previous times. Calvin loved him, he truly and really loved him.

“...I love you too...Cal...”

Andre loved him, more than anything, more than everything. The two loved each other, and nobody else would ever get the feeling of them loving them ever.

I made a Zero Day fic like MONTHS ago and I didn't actually post it until like a while ago AND THEN i decided to do it here even if i dont use it so....hi.........

i might remake this since i dont really like it but 🤷

Had to get feedback from my friends for the ending but im happy with this one more :)

shoulder boulders caldre