Love or Lust?

Marilyn Manson looked at the small sleeping man beside him, he had truly promised to himself he wouldn't do it again. He sat up slowly, beginning to pick his clothes up from the floor. He was careful not to wake the other man up. He's phone rang loudly from the other room, he ran over to it to pick it up wondering if the sudden noise had waken the other man up. ''Hello?'' a female voice said. ''It's me, Laney. I was just wondering if Twiggy was at your place? I couldn't get a hold of him yesterday or this morning.'' Marilyn looked quiet annoyed as he answered''No, i haven't seen him. Don't worry he'll come around sooner or later.'' That Marilyn knew from personal experience, he would always come around. ''Oh, yeah. Your right, i don't why i keep getting worried every time. I just think something is feeling strange every time he leaves for some hours. Never mind then. If you see him tell him to call me, and i'm sorry for bothering you this early. Bye.'' Manson didn't say anything and just hung up, god that woman needed to get a hold of herself sometimes. Marilyn looked at his phone, just to see he didn't have any new messages. He walked quietly back to the room, just to see that Twiggy was awake''Marilyn?'' He said, while smiling looking a bit sleepy, Manson's heart always felt this weird sensation when twiggy flashed him a smile, he crawled back in bed with twiggy. ''Shh, love. It's way to early for us to be awake, let's sleep some more right?''. Twiggy nodded slowly, as he leaned over to Manson to kiss him passionately, Marilyn kissed back after all actions spoke louder than words. Marilyn opened his eyes looking at twiggy, he wanted to stop, so bad. But how could something so wrong feel so right?