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Sweet Transvestite
"I think I can wear this for now, unless we're going somewhere." Matthew motioned over to the clothes he had just left on the floor in his half-conscious state last night. He had been anxious over wearing them last night: What if Derrick found out Matt had taken his clothes? But after all he had been through he couldn't care less. He had put the shirt and jeans and was just then zipping the jeans up when Vlad told him to wait in the room. "Wait, why?" Matthew asked, but the taller male barely seemed to be listening. Instead, he strode out of the room with a look that said he was ready to kill. "I better not bother him." Matthew mentally noted. The boy was already nervous about Vlad leaving him any day now, so why would he make it worse by irritating Vlad more? Matt came to the conclusion he'd need to be on the taller male's good side this week, and with that in mind he waited until he couldn't hear Vlad's footsteps before walking downstairs himself.
The first thing Matthew noticed was that Vladimor was outside. His voice could clearly be heard, but the words weren't distinguishable. It was strange to hear Vlad be so vocal, unless he was angry. He was angry, wasn't he? Matthew wanted to ask what was wrong, but that damn mental note was still stuck in his head! Matt had of course seen Derrick by now, but he didn't confront the boy. If he did, he knew it might turn into a fight, and for Vladimor's sake, that was the last thing Matthew wanted, even if the boy usually loved the feeling of scrapes, bruises, and burns. Call it sadistic, or more accurately masochistic, but with every piece of pain Matt felt, he became less like a human, at least in his mind. He didn't deserve to be a human- If he was human, that meant he had a part of him that was worth dying for, and nobody else needed to die. Not for his sake.