Moon Trap (English Translation)

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Co-translator: Akasha-Cataleya

                                  

Like every day Shama got up early. The difference is that today was Monday, and Tham was not at the Lima house, since the medical student returned to sleep in his condominium on school days. The relationship between them is like that, with distance while respecting their own private space. Tham and Shama have very particular worlds, so forcing themselves to be together all the time would make them feel constantly embarrassed.

Other couples can become paranoid about distance, but not, as Shama concentrates on his work and Tham on his studies.... and just with work and study both already feel tired, to the point of perhaps not knowing how to manage their relationship if it were 24/7.
Shama's work didn't really take up all day, so after the big job at the New York museum had to be postponed indefinitely, Shama agreed to take on some small jobs. Designing houses and condominiums has become an attractive job to earn money, especially with foreign clients.

His work cannot be sold in Thailand ... he has different price rates, which includes: materials, equipment and technicians who will travel to the required place; so the style of work in the US and in Thailand is not similar. Clients who contracted his services through his secretary, understood that these designs were like buying an essential work of art. The price of the value of the contracted service was quite high, but it was a compensation for getting everything they wanted... very different from the Thai style of contracting.

Shama did not need to compete with design firms or a Thai architect when his own contract applications for work in the United States were still abundant ... to the point of having to reject some applications, but even so, there are clients who were willing to stand in line and thus expect to work with Shama, even if they had to wait several years. Shama's work scheme is based on the premise of not allowing his contracts to pile up. If he has a big project, then Shama will only choose a few small projects to work on, but without all the stages overlapping, they had already begun to grow satisfactorily. They were healthy and showed signs of flowering.

The first cactus had grown so much that Shama would have to change his pot very soon, because they tend to widen and then there would be more space for it to continue growing satisfactorily. Shama is a person who can keep his concentration for a long time. His preferences can last days, months and years, since he is a person who, when he likes something, have difficultys to change his activity easily.

-DIN DONG-
(Door bell)

It was infrequent that the doorbell of his house rang, to the point that he had almost forgotten that he would receive a visit, and so he had gone to take care of his cactus. Rarely Shama had guests, and today it was an important guest. The architect had made a decision after traveling to Kanchanaburi with Shertham and since then he seemed to be so obsessed with the idea, that he came to the conclusion that he had to make it a reality and not leave it as a mere thought. A man in a suit is standing in front of his house with a briefcase.

He had a slight smile on his face as he greeted the younger one. Because he was going to be … an important 'client'. This man had opened a financial planning and custody business. Although Shama considered that his business in Thailand should be taken care of by someone from the same country. Regarding the management of account transfers from the United States to Thailand, he intends that both 'Financial Coaching' address the matter together.

Summing up the matter, Shama expected to know the most general details of this process, since no specifics were necessary or otherwise, what would he need advice for? The cost calculations were shown and explained in a simple way, determining how much money he would need to manage what Shama had already asked before ....

“Then I will let the lawyer contact me at another time to sign the contract."

The mother's family lawyer is who will be in charge of checking the work of the money trainer in order to avoid fraud or something like that. A contract of hundreds of millions of dollars guarantees to a certain extent that the money coach does not try to cheat him. At the time, Shama was planning to add another big expense for several years ...

He plans ... to keep a doctor.

Today, Shertham lives with his twin brother's money, so Shama understood that even the medical student was not entirely his family, since he was not the one who paid  financially for the small condo, the cost of the green car ... so Shertham's daily expenses should be his responsibility. The calculations that he had estimated the 'Financial Coaching', indicated that it would not be expensive to take care of the doctor, and even the reality of the numbers turned out to be less than he himself expected.

Shertham must have him Shama as his only refuge.

It's frustrating ... if someone else has to deal with his own partner's problems, even though he is the other party's twin brother ...

His thick hand came up massaging his temple, while his brows furrowed slightly. Shama didn't understand why his emotional state changed so suddenly ... Why did he feel like he was against Shertham's twin? When he went to the doctor a week ago, the doctor told him that he should gradually return to being the same as before ...

He just being himself ... he was already up to more complicated things than usual. At first, he only wondered why he liked men? He wanted to have fun with his friend. But this time, Shama's thoughts had changed ... everything had been replaced by the feeling of thinking about the plans for the next ten years ...

How can we stay together until we grow old?

What to do so that in Shertham's life there is only me?

He had a terrible desire to possess ... but he couldn't help it...

I want him , I need him ...

This way Shertham would have nothing to think about. He was already living as part of his life ... in his own life in his world. Just thinking about it ... he felt in a good mood.


***

The smell of coffee in a cafeteria, one of the most famous smells in the world, becomes part of his life again. Shama had almost forgotten that he was addicted to coffee, until after a while, he began to think that something was missing in his world of taste ... Self-brewed coffee is not as delicious as drinking freshly brewed coffee in a coffee shop.

On a tired afternoon, it's good to have a cup of coffee with your friends. Even though the people around him look chaotic and Silom Street is still as busy as ever to the point of making him feel bored while he looks at him, although lately, he is starting to get used to. Those who previously had houses on the side of the road, have been transferring the land and in those places office buildings and establishments that provide public services have been built. In his case his mother's and his father's assets ... he really didn't want to count them as personal possessions.

His parents seemed to have settled in late because he was not going back to Thailand. By this time several businesses had sold. There are only some land, rental buildings and the family business that his mother still had ... but ... Who would inherit them?

Shama is the only descendant and he didn't plan to inherit the family business ... should he ... ask my mother to adopt a child? he was replaced by a handsome man. A smile graced the corners of his mouth and his beautiful eyes stared up at him.

“Hello ... In the last few days I have seen you sitting here. Do you mind if I sit with you?"

These days ... this just happen naturally. And he doesn't complicate matters ...

“I don't mind ...but it would be very inconvenient."

“Am I bothering you? ... my name is ...".

“You don't have to tell me your name ... I don't want to know you."

“Why are you so bad?"

“Right now, I have some interest in something in particular … if you have something to say, say it quickly ... I'm in a hurry."

Shama was living his life and often gets immersed in his thoughts. When he meditates, he doesn't like to listen to anything. Just the low noise level in the cafeteria atmosphere is enough, that is why he always chooses to sit with his coffee cup, away from the other tables, sunken in his own corner.

“I want to ask you … we've met before … right?"

The other party spoke and was still smiling. His eyes sparkled with joy as it was a challenging mission … But … this is not a novel that sells dreams … this is a wicked scenario. The other party was trying to create a situation that would allow them to easily get to know each other.

Without a doubt, that other person believes in himself too much and it is not strange that he does, because it is seen that he is someone well dressed and good looking, who, let's say, could easily attract the attention of anyone, but .... coincidentally, all the interest of Shama was reserved exclusively for Shertham.

Although the other person tried to stay for a while, in the end he gave up and left, thus returning to the intimate atmosphere in which Shama had been immersed before, but the concentration had already disappeared ... so he sighed. It was really frustrating.

Finally, at his house, he lay back down on the bed, playing on his cell phone to kill time. The same game that bored him, so he didn't understand why he should play it ... he wasn't addicted to games, but the loss of memory and the appearance of a new HIM without memories, made him become addicted .... but NOW finally his finger pressed the option to delete them all. The only option left is to go back to work and sleep ...

The days passed tirelessly ... but Shama's senses were letting him know that this life, without memories, was coming to an end. Some memories arose in his memory unconsciously. That, without a doubt, was a clear sign that the memories would return soon. He and Shertham agreed to do everything possible to bring back the memories, because in the end what was important was the present and the future. The past ... was just the past. Was the boredom he had been experiencing this week due to mood swings from the return of ...? Shama sighed ... tired of himself.

***


Vacations are back … Shertham and Shama have dinner together again at Casa Lima. Right now Shama's irritated expression was evident. His eyebrows were furrowed all the time while he from time to time let himself hear the occasional sigh.

“What's going on?".

“I get upset a lot lately. I get bored with myself."

“Because of the amnesia ... Right?"

Shama simply nodded in response.

Fortunately, he was never predisposed to see a psychiatrist. People who go to a psychiatrist don't necessarily have to be crazy. He himself had seen a psychiatrist from time to time since his amnesia appeared after the accident.

The doctor told him that it might be because the memory that couldn't be connected was going from one place to another ... and since Shama still couldn't figure it all out, he got upset. Or maybe it was because ... the real person might be coming back.

“In the past I would have been horrified if this was the real me."

The smile on Shama's lips made Shertham pause. The sharp eyes shone, each time, with a soft light, as if facing something. He himself could not say what kind of character Shama became, because they, had not been together for a long time.

But .... Tham perfectly remembers that he used to scold Shama for beeing double-faced. Shama is a lecherous villain, but he doesn't hide it very well. Those bright eyes that he had seen before when they 'cuddled' in the stained and unkempt fabric.
Getting dirty together …

Enjoying the violence he gets to the point of being satisfying, though he never said so.

“It's a shame ... I didn't say anything."

“Can you understand it?".

“Do you think I'm better than you?"

Shama and Shertham looked at each other for a moment before his smile turned into a soft laugh. The gloomy atmosphere returned to normal again.

“So let's both be bad … bad just to each other. To start with … Can I bite you?”

His thin eyes were squeezed shut, blocking out his emotions. His mouth tried to contain the embarrassing sound ... Shertham was being bitten by Shama. A bite that was really a bite, to the point that his sharp teeth left a a mark on the slope of the shoulder ... the chest area ... and they continued to descend. It was more than a kiss … after this his body would be covered in teeth marks.

It was as if he drew blood from him, but if it hurt him to the point of making him shudder unconsciously. Violent sex ... is one of his long-standing tastes...but...on those occasions it was based on anger, even though it wasn't intentionally violent. This time, even if it hurts … it's undeniably satisfying. Shama who was fascinated by him and felt a sense of belonging. He felt that he was the one being spoiled even though Shertham was being pampered ... feeling totally pleased that the last bite ended up on the back of his feet ... as if he were a master and the other a subordinate slave.

This kind of intense feeling was so strange that he had almost forgotten it ... but Shama reminded him of the intensity and joy of such strong and violent sex. Shertham's body, which had almost forgotten how sweet intense sex was for him ... remembered and relived the pleasure. The shock of the injuries to his body … invoked a feeling of heightened euphoria.

To have the nails buried in the broad back ...
Biting back sometimes ...

And ... finally ... he ended up with a tie from the closet tied over his eyes, serving as a blindfold ... only Shama's whispers made him sink into lust and the ecstasy of pleasure.

Next time ... Do you want some toys to play with? ...

A question next to his ear that was being bitten ... the point of tenderness that was discovered by Shama again ... caused Tham to respond on the spur of the moment. The emotions really made him scream ...

***

Shama looked at his own work and whipped his hair hard. The strange state of mind of him last night, led him in this direction … and it was really shocking. Shertham's pale white skin was bruised with bite marks, kiss marks...and, on the bed, traces of semen spread everywhere on the bed, mixed with the red stains, confirming the intensity of the emotions and acts. . He couldn't control himself at all ...

Guilt mixed with satisfaction made him addicted ...

Shama raised one of his thick hands and lightly touched the terrifying bite mark. He was sure that it would pass, he could even spend a week for them to disappear and even in some places where there were traces of blood, some scabs could form in the future. Shama was violent with Shertham

“Forgive me…".

“It doesn’t matter".

The answer was hoarse, with a rare faded smile. A beautiful smile ... although the doctor rarely smiled.

Tham raised his pale hand and touched Shama's chest, allowing him to explore the other person himself for the first time ... and discover that the toothprints are no different from those on his own body maybe not so many ... but not less either ... and even Tham was sure that the ones he had left on the other's body, were much deeper than the marks on his own skin left by Shama.

“Once in a while doing it like that ... it's fine."

His voice was hoarse and his red face hid under the blanket. Another common taste was discovered … From time to time ... it's also good, to change the environment ...


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