Inescapable History, Inescapable Fates

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They sat facing each other. Twin beds in a military boarding school they both hated, but only Alex would speak the words.

Henry spoke Spanish, because he had memorized three Spanish poems and thought Alex would listen better to his first language, "Yo no soy yo."

Alex replied in English, with the words of a translated poem, written first in a language neither of them spoke. A language that ran in Alex's veins. A language Henry's people cut out of Alex's ancestors, of him, with military-grade knives.

"I can't recall an image

of that bright kitchen,"

"Soy este"

"smoke burning her eyes"

"que va a mi lado sin yo verlo,"

"bitter in her mouth...."

"que, a veces, voy a ver,"

"The shadows along the walls"

"y que, a veces olvido."

"were black phantoms.

The enraged fire"

"El que calla, sereno, cuando hablo,"

"devoured the firewood..."

"el que perdona, dulce, cuando odio,"

"The boiling water"

"el que pasea por donde no estoy,"

"was a rabid animal"

"el que quedará en pie cuando yo muera."

"gnawing at the pot."

"It wasn't your group? That blew up the embassy in Pakistan."

Henry knew the answer. Human rights lawyers wouldn't target diplomats,

"I wish it was," Alex said. He sounded completely genuine.

Henry couldn't breathe. He needed to leave. He needed a Xanax. He needed fucking Ketamine.

He knocked into Alex, hard, on his way out. Because Alex was difficult sometimes, but that day had been exceptionally hard. Alex shoved him into the door in response and Henry rolled his eyes.

"What?" Alex said.

"A bit predictable is all." Henry pointed out.

Alex dropped to his knees, pulled Henry's jeans and boxers down, and swallowed him whole. He gagged, hard. Henry grabbed his hair and pulled his head off to stop him from choking himself. He made a mental note Alex did not like being called predictable. "Slower," He advised. Alex gave him a killer glare and went at it.

"Less teeth! Less teeth!" Henry shouted, anxiously, one hand wrapped in Alex's hair, the other braced against the door. The entire dorm could definitely hear. Yet, despite Alex's complete lack of skill, the day they had had, all the fighting, and the distinct possibility Alex was never going to speak to him again, the blowjob felt like a fantasy come to life. The weeks of waiting had Henry cumming in moments.

Alex looked up at Henry, eyes blown out, lips white and sticky with cum. He looked like he wanted to say something, probably start a fight, but he was too tired to speak and Henry was too tired to listen.

They collapsed into Henry's bed, and when Henry woke up before Alex did, he left a sticky note, going for a run. Because he had no idea what they were doing, but he knew Alex didn't like it when he kissed him and disappeared.