Date: Tue, 10 Apr 2007 15:03:16 +0200 From: A.K. <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com> Subject: Chronicles of a Destiny 9/9 (Young Fiends) ---------------------------- CHRONICLES OF A DESTINY by Andrej Koymasky (C) 2007 written on November 1, 1993 translated by the author English text kindly revised by John ----------------------------- USUAL DISCLAIMER "CHRONICLES OF A DESTINY" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest. ----------------------------- LAST PART 1983 - November First of all they explained their new problem to Silver and asked him if he could once again host Damiano. Then Giampaolo decided to go up to the north, to find accommodation. He went to Venice, to Sergio and Paolo's home. He explained the recent problems to them and said he was thinking of moving there with his boyfriend. Both said they were happy to have them there, and ready to help them. First of all they accompanied him to a serious estate agency. Giapaolo asked to see the flats for sale. He visited three flats and chose one behind the Giudecca, on the top floor, consisting of a wide room from which there was access, on one side to the kitchen and the bathroom, and from the other side to the bedroom. In front there was a wide terrace above the roofs, overlooking the canal. Besides being very light and having a nice view, there was also an elevator and central heating. After he signed the contract, he went to the university to ask information about what he had to do to move there, then went to search for a private school where Damiano could carry on his studies to become an architectural draftsman. Finally he went to buy a beautiful double bed which he had installed in the bedroom. All in all he had spent about ten days in Venice. He said goodbye to Sergo and Paolo and returned to his town. He had already kept Damiano informed by telephone and when they met again, he told him the most recent details. Silver asked him, "Did you ask about installing the telephone?" "No, because I don't want our names appear on the telephone book, or else the could find us again..." "That's a pity, I would have liked hearing from you once in a while... but I understand. But, listen, can't you have the telephone in the name of one of your Venetian friends?" "I'm afraid there would need the certificate of domicile... but I can ask for information. It could anyway be a good idea... We have now to attend immediately to the documents at the university for me moving there, and also at Damiano's school. Then we will send all our belongings to Venice, we have to find a removal company... I have also to cancel all the contracts and to put my apartment up for sale ... And finally Damiano and I can go up there with our FIAT 126." "You cannot use the car there in Venice..." Silver remarked to him. "That's true, but either we keep it in a garage in Mestre, if we decide to keep it, or we can sell it up there. We will see." To do all that was needed, Giampaolo spent some ten days more. He succeeded in selling the apartment, getting more money than the price of the Venice flat, that had one less room but was wide and very light and airy but was wide and very light and airy. He assisted the movers loading all their furniture and belongings onto a lorry, and finally he went to Silver's home to take Damiano. Saying farewell to their friend and promising him they would send him their news, they loaded their suitcases onto the 126 and left for the north, taking the Sun Motorway. They stopped a couple of times to fill up, to stretch their legs and have something to eat. "I hope this would be the last time we have to hide, Giampaolo." "Yes, I hope so too. But it is alright even so, as long as we can stay together." "I'm sorry that I haven't the driving licence, and that you have to drive all the time..." "In Venice you can go to a driving school... if we don't sell this car." "What's Venice like? Beautiful?" "I just did a quick look round, but it should be a really beautiful city. We would visit it a little at a time. There are plenty of things to see." "It would be cold, up there..." "We have the central heating, and anyway we well keep warm each other, you and I..." Giampaolo answered merrily. They got to Venice before their belongings and Giampaolo at once took Damiano in the still empty apartment. "It's wide!" Damiano said, looking around. There is one less room than the other one, but the rooms are really wide. There is only one bedroom." "We don't need two, one is enough, don't you think?" Damiano said with a sly look. "Of course one is enough..." They entered the bedroom. "Oh! But the single piece of really important furniture is already here! The most important of all the house!" Damiano said, merrily. "Yes, sure. And at least we will no more risk falling between the two single beds while making love..." "That's right. But, tell me, will we have enough time to test it before the other pieces of furniture come?" "I don't know, the could arrive at any moment..." "Alright, never mind, then..." Damiano said making a funny resignation gesture. "But tell me, it's the first time I've used an elevator... What if it stops? If there is a black out and one remains blocked inside?" "There is the alarm. Somebody comes and lovers the cabin by hand. There is no danger." "If it happens... I hope at least that we will be inside you and I..." "Why, alone would you be scared?" Giampaolo asked him somewhat surprised. "No, but if two we could make the time pass better than just one to wait for the rescue, right? And in a more agreeable way!" Damiano said with a cunning smile. The furniture arrived and they settled in. It took some days to have all the flat in order and working. To inaugurate it they invited Sergio and Paolo for a supper. They spent a really agreeable evening all four together. They went also to register at the General Registry Office to get the take up residence and to get the new ID papers, then called at their schools to write down their schedules, learn the way, and see how much time it took to go there from their home- Then they also went to the bank where they opened a joint account in both names, and transferred all their money there. Both very much liked the fact that in Venice streets there was exclusively pedestrians passage, and Damiano was fascinated by the steamboats and gondolas, by the canals and bridges that make of Venice a really unique town. And they finally resumed a normal life rhythm. +++++++++++++++++ 1983 - December Damiano shifted the soft eiderdown away, uncovering their naked bodies and gazed at that of his lover. Gaiampaolo was lying on his belly, an arm folded on the pillow, above his head and the other folded at angle at the side of the pillow. One of the legs was straight and the other slightly folded at the side. His two small, hemispherical, ivory buttocks, his slender waist, his wide shoulders. The pale morning light sweetly illuminated that body he loved with a golden halo. He caressed it so lightly that Giampaolo didn't wake up. He looked at the serene and gentle face turned towards him. He liked so much being able to look at him at ease, without his lover being conscious. That body that he so well knew, and that yet each tine provoked in him so deep an emotion. That body that he knew so intimately and yet was never tired to explore, to scan, to love and by which he so much liked being loved. Thank to the central heating they could also go around the apartment naked or half-naked and sleep naked. It was good. He recalled when he had to share that dreary room with all his brothers, and thought that at that time he would never have dreamed of something so beautiful! Having met Giampaolo had totally changed his life, or to better say it, had given him something worthy to be called life. And this, not so much because of that beautiful room, for the central heating or the soft eiderdown, or the thousand comforts, as for the lover with whom he had filled his life and was going on filling it. He asked himself whether to wake him up by covering him with kisses, caresses, making him excited and reap the fruits of that excitement, or else by following the script he had carefully prepared... and in spite of the strong temptation, he decided to remain faithful to this second solution. He then very gently got off the bed being careful not to awaken him. He went to the kitchen, took two croissants from the freezer and put them in the microwave. He switched on the coffee machine he had already prepared the previous evening, prepared the tray with two cups, sugar, milk jug and some fruit, being careful not to raise any noise. Then went to the cubby-hole and took the plastic bag he had carefully hidden there. He took off from it the red briefs rimmed at the waist with white soft fur and wore them. He put on the red socks, also rimmed in white fur, put two wristbands of white fur and the red cap with a white pompom and fur rimming. He took the packet with his present and went back to the kitchen. He poured the coffee into the cups, put the hot croissants on two small dishes, and put everything on the tray with the small packet. Then he took the red and white wreath he had hidden on top of the kitchen shelves and put it in top of everything. He went back to the bedroom, on Giampaolo's side, the tray in his hands, and gently called him. His lover opened his eyes and turned to look at him. His face illuminated with a wonderful smile and he sat up on the bed. "Merry Christmas, my love!" then Damiano said. "Merry Christmas, little Mouse! What an arousing Santa Claus! Are you my Christmas present?" "Sure. But first there is breakfast and another small present..." he said putting the tray near him and the wreath on the pillow. "Thank you Mouse. But... Do you mind waiting just a moment? I need to go to the toilet, before..." "Oh... but so you are spoiling all my poetry!" "Just a moment, love. Wait on the bed, put the tray in the centre, I'll do in a little moment..." Giampaolo said and fast and nimbly got off the bed. Damiano looked at his beautiful shape with growing desire. He set the tray better and went to sit on the bed, waiting. Giampaolo came back almost immediately. He had a parcel in his hands. "I too have a present for my wonderful Santa Claus..." "Ah, little rascal. Then the toilet was just a pretext!" "Sure. Let's first have our breakfast, before it cools down. Then we will open the presents, and then..." "Yes, but let's hurry up, because I'm longing for that... and then!" Damiano said merrily, biting a croissant. They ate, looking and smiling at each other, happy to be together, Then Giampaolo took his packet and opened it. Inside there was a small case. He opened that too. There were two white gold band-rings, identical, each with a small ruby mounted on it. "They are beautiful!" Giampaolo said, admiring them. "I thought that, as you always introduce me saying I'm your boyfriend, it's time we also have the same rings, isn't it?" "Yes, my love, sure. Give me your hand, so I can slip yours on your finger... and then you will put mine on me ..." After they exchanged the rings, they also exchanged a long, intimate kiss. Then Damiano opened his present. It was a wood Nativity from the Val Gardena, finely sculpted. "My god, how beautiful it is!" Damiano said with dreaming eyes, unwrapping the statuettes and admiring them, one after the other, then putting them on the tray. "You told me one year ago that a Christmas without a Nativity is not a Christmas. So I thought we should have one. Also because it is right on that day that I started to fall in love with you... Therefore, in a way, Christmas day is our anniversary, isn't it?" "Sure, my love!" Damiano said, moved. "Here, there are all the pieces... no, there is still a small parcel... a sheep?" he asked extracting it from the box. "Unwrap it..." Giampaolo said with an inviting smile. Damiano unwrapped it and stood open-mouthed - he had in his hand a little wooden mouse. "But this... this is me!" he exclaimed, full of amazement. "Yes, my love, I couldn't find one in any Nativity, so I told the shop to ask the artist who had made the Nativity, asking him to carve one... I feared it would not come in time... The shop received it the day before yesterday..." Giampaolo said, happy for the amazement and happiness of his lover. "But... and you?" Damiano then asked. "Look, look better inside the box, amongst the packing papers..." Giampaolo suggested. Damiano rummaged in the box and finally, under all the papers, he found a last small packet of white tissue paper, He unwrapped it, and... "Half of a whole cheese!?" he exclaimed. "Sure. I thought that little mice like cheese, therefore... I asked the sculptor to do this also... Isn't it perfect? In our Nativity, before the Child Jesus cradle, we will always put the little mouse with his cheese..." "Sure, my love, and this mouse is hugely hungry for cheese..." They cleared away the bed, putting everything on the night tables. One by one Giampaolo pulled off all the scanty Santa Claus clothes from his beloved's body, and they finally started to celebrate their first anniversary in the best way they knew. ----------------------------- THE END ----------------------------- In my home page I've put some more of my stories. If someone wants to read them, the URL is http://andrejkoymasky.com If you want to send me feed-back, or desire to help revising my English translations, so that I can put on-line more of my stories in English please e-mail at andrej@andrejkoymasky.com ---------------------------