6 comments/ 31438 views/ 28 favorites Hide and Seek Ch. 01 By: LittleIrishDolly This is for all the people who so faithfully read this series of mine on my other account ChinaDolly. Here is again, with slight differences and a promises of continuuation. Priozersk, Russia 02 January 2012 06:30 Day 4 "Keep running little soldier, this hide and seek game cannot carry on forever." His cruel voice danced through the air like some sort of twisted waltz she had stumbled upon without any notice that there had been a party that night. She had known that there would be no chance of escape the moment she had stepped foot from the encampment without a weapon, and wearing nothing save the uniform she had been captured in. She wore her black bandana over her nose and mouth, hoping to stifle the smoky fog that drifted up into the air as she ran through the cold Russian winter night. He would find her...eventually...but the fact remained that whenever He did find her, He would realize that she was not some simpleton woman who would quietly sit and wait for Him to butcher her as He had all of her men before her eyes. Major Emily O'Brian felt her stomach roll painfully at the thought of the men. Her men. They had been hard pressed enough to follow a woman into the notorious drug Lord's territory, much less follow her off of the plane into the heart of the Russian wilderness, and now every one of them was gone. They had followed her all right, right into the lion's den and to their deaths. Jason's face floated through her mind as she ran through the tree's. Jason...He had been in his late forties, and a veteran of only God knew how many wars. He had never thought the young major was capable of handling such a mission...and nor had she. She had been deployed to Kuwait a few times...but nothing combat related. She had promised his wife and children before she had left that she would get Jason home safely, as she had promised all of the wives and children of the men. It didn't matter now...He had been trying to say something before he died, and this something was probably the only reason she had been allowed to live two days longer than her soldiers. "Go southwest...Vyborg...find Vitya Mihailov, safehouse...set up...sorry..." Jason did not say anything more before one of the Russian men twisted the large knife deeper into his heart, an act which caused the man's own death a few moments later when his Commander realized Jason had been whispering something to Major Tyler. "Stop it." She warned herself quietly, as she slowed to a walk. "If I'm going to die, why not make it fun?" She asked herself, knowing that she could not very well do that if she let Jason's face plague her thoughts much longer. It would all be over soon anyway. She lifted her gaze up to the trees, sighing when she realized the leafless, skinny branches offered no sanctuary for her during a winter like this. Ever the forest was an enemy to her here. "Come out, come out wherever you are." That thick Russian accent called from somewhere in the distance. "Fuck you asshole." Emily snapped under her breath. She scanned the area and noticed what looked to be a river a few hundred yards in front of her. Iced over and covered with snow...and extremely out in the open. "He probably thinks I'll follow the river..." Emily thought to herself, "No dumbass, he's following your tracks in the snow. Cross the river. He's going to catch up eventually, don't make it so easy." This was true. He and his men from the sounds of it were on snow machines, perhaps with the weight... "Whatever." She sighed and made a break for the river. It seemed stable enough, even with the few sickening cracking noises as she ran across it. She could not remember crossing the river as they had made their way to the camp...she could not even remember where they had each landed after jumping from the C-130. "Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck." She cursed, tripping away from the river and into the woods on the other side. What exactly it was that had ever possessed her to stop for even a second and look back across the river, she would never be quite sure of, but stop she did. There He was, standing there on the other side of the river, somehow still as clean cut and sickeningly handsome as if He had not just spent six hours gallivanting through the woods after some 5'2 skinny little Irish girl. The sneer that crossed His face as their eyes met knotted her stomach with a fear Emily believed only He would ever be able to instill in her, whether she chose to acknowledge it or not. "This could all be easy, Major." He called, with the same deceitfully soothing voice He had used for hours as He had personally come up with every creative way in the book to torture Jason's words from her lips. "All you have to do is tell me what he said...That is it! When you do that I will personally deliver you to your embassy. You will be received by your government as a hero! Come to me of your own accord and you have my word I will not throw you to my men like the used up whore that you are." His hand was outstretched in her direction...and for a brief second, Emily battled with the idea of His promise. She could go home...For a moment it all sounded so wonderful...Emily made sure his eyes...those chilling, cruel eyes, were glued to hers as she lifted her middle finger and let the naughtiest smirk she could summon pass over her face before she yelled, "Potselui mou zhopy..Motherfucker!" She disappeared into the woods after that, but not before she could hear the engines of the snow machines flare to life and a violent, masculine voice holler, "Nu vse, tebe pizda!" "That's it, your dead." Emily translated to herself with a very near maniacal giggle that would have disturbed the general public any other day...but this day, she didn't care. She kept running...and she would keep running as fast as her legs would carry her, until the very moment that they were right behind her. The moment, where she guessed He had jumped from his own vehicle and knocked her hard in the back of the head with something very blunt...his gun. "Fuck...he didn't kill me." Was her last thought as she tumbled forward into the blanket of freezing Russian snow...and into an all encompassing and unforgiving blackness. Emily felt the cold before she felt anything else and for a brief moment, for a few blissful seconds, she thought she was dead. It was when those seconds passed that the familiar smell of sulfur mixed with the musty scent of the commander's tent reached her nostrils. Moments after that, a sharp pain split mercilessly into her skull where, what she figured had to have been His pistol, had connected with the back of her head. "Fuck." She thought groggily to herself, and began the painful task of forcing her eyes open. In any other situation, in any other place and time, she might have laughed when she realized the drug Lord had decided to tie her securely to a chair this time, but at that moment, it took all that she had not to let the ever growing fear in her mind consume her. The tent was pitch black around her, and if the pain hadn't been there to remind her that her eyes were actually open, she would have been hard pressed to believe that they were. She hated the dark...even more now so then before. The faces of her men floated before her eyes even as she struggled to figure out a way to loosen her wrists, which had been securely and expertly tied to either arm of the uncomfortable metal chair she was seated in. It was hopeless...and she knew he would have taken extra precautions to make sure she did not cause him any more inconvenience. Emily sighed, forcing herself to accept the fact that she was now completely and utterly alone. "Just get him to kill you quick..." She thought to herself. "Please God...let him kill me...let him...." Her stomach gave a violent and painful twist when a soft, cold, and amused chuckle came from somewhere in the darkness around her. "Poor little Emily..." He said softly, his voice seeming to come from the darkness itself. "Fucking God." Emily snapped. Where was He? Emily became increasingly frustrated at her slight delirium and the realization that he was somewhere in the tent with her, and she had no idea where. The silence dragged on for what seemed like hours, though most likely it had only been a split second. He was there. His hot breath close to her neck, sending a feeling of disgust washing over her. "God...cannot help you here, Major." He whispered into her ear. "Just kill me motherfucker...I'm not going to tell you what he said. So how about you save us both the frustration and..." Once again, her words were cut short by that cold laughter, but at least her suggestion had been enough get him to move away from her; how far away she wasn't quite sure...but as long as she couldn't feel him.... "Oh Major, Major, Major....I'm not going to kill you!" His voice dripped with amused derision, and Emily could hear the sound of his heavy boots, pacing around her like some kind of hungry wolf stalking it's prey. "For now anyway, I simply wish us to become more acquainted." There was a click and soon to follow was a flood a bright light that forced Emily's eyes closed once more. "Forgive me for being such a terrible host earlier, I must admit that way out here in the middle of nowhere, it is easy to forget one's manners." His voice had dipped back to that deceitfully soothing tone, that one that almost made Emily want to let spill all that she had to tell from her lips to gain his mercy... and she might have, had she no pride. "Well, I will be sure to remember that the next time someone attempts to Waterboard me...ass." Emily snapped, following him with her eyes. The man sighed and stopped, leaning against a table behind him. "Now is that anyway to treat someone who just apologized to you? "Fuuuuuck you." Emily said through a bored and groggy sigh, only to be rewarded with another soft laugh. "Soon...perhaps..." He said, matter of factly, "Allow me to make up for it now, are you hungry?" She heard him ask, and running out of witty remarks by now, she simply shook her head no. A lie of course, as the last time she had had any conception of time what so ever, she had been 48 hours without food. Only her captor knew now how long exactly it had been. "Thirsty then?" He offered instead, only to be met with another shake of her head. Emily let her eyes drift open a bit and found him standing over her. She could not judge exactly how tall he was from where she was sitting...hell, even when she was standing, most people towered over her small frame. Perhaps 5'11? "What the hell does that matter?" Emily scolded herself harshly and lifted her eyes slowly up to meet his. "You mind stepping off asshole?" She breathed with a sarcastic cock of her head. The man ignored her, like Emily knew that he would, and simply continued to talk. "My name is Aleksandar...but I imagine you already knew that..." The room filled with the sweet scent of tobacco at the same time the sound of the flick of a lighter made her flinch into awareness. She'd never in her life smoked a cigarette, but as he placed one between her lips and lit it for her a moment later, the idea did not seem nearly as repulsive to her now as it had in the past. He allowed her to take a long drag before he continued speaking. "The United States has made it very clear that your 'Alpha' team does not now...and never has existed...You were never a liability to them, I am sure. Nor were you ever the supposed leader of that team. Attention was successfully diverted from Alpha's teams actual leader...One Jason Lucian Marquez, a retired Marine Veteran and current contractor, through your ignorance. This lack of information, as it were, ended his life much earlier than was needed and has kept you alive much longer than I would have liked." Emily snorted and set her boots firmly on the ground. "Your really know how to charm the girls, you know that, Aleksandar?" She snapped and took another long drag. Aleksandar was quiet for a long moment, seating himself on the chair opposite Emily and simply staring. She held his gaze, refusing to allow him to see the fear his silence was causing to stir in her. His face was completely unreadable...a fact that was more disconcerting to her now than it had been the first time she had seen pictures from his file in the operation report. This was Aleksandar...Czar of the dangerous underworld...feared King of the drug culture, human trafficking, illegal weapon dealings, and god only knew what the hell else. Rumor of how dangerous this man actual was had traveled through the base, but a part of her had known that no matter what, it would never touch her...until she had been assigned to this mission. Even then though, she was sure that it would be uneventful. "Get in, get out." Was her orders. Get proof...solid, undeniable evidence that Aleksandar was here. Radio in, and another team would take it from there. Simple...in theory. She flinched when he spoke again, "Your being rude, Major. I've told you my name...now it's your turn." He crossed his leg over the other and gazed at her. Emily swallowed hard...and spoke slowly what she had been taught so many times during the many boring power point presentations before her deployment. "My name is Emily O'Brian...I am a Major in the United States Army..." "What is your middle name, Emily?" Aleksandar asked in a bored voice. Emily stared at him scornfully. "What the fuck does that matter?" She spat, regretting it the moment he snapped to his feet, light anger filling his eyes. "Middle name...Emily." He snarled gently. "I...It doesn't matter...I don't use it..." Emily choked back the explanation. She saw the back of his hand fly much too late, and it connected with her jaw with no mercy. Aleksandar's fingers wrapped around her throat tightly, and she felt the blood draining from her face as he knelt down so that their faces were level. "It's not such a big thing Emily...your middle name...that's all I ask. You will answer me now, or the pain I will cause you will be very needless." He whispered. Emily whispered it quietly, but when his fingers tightened, she repeated it, "Sirota." "Sirota..." He mimicked and straightened. "I take it you know what this word means...orphan." The smirk that slide across his face made her want to be sick. "So...there is more to you than meets the eye..." Aleksandar breathed, slipping a knife from his pocket. Emily's eyes set on it instantly. He was staring at it as well, "There now...that wasn't so hard, was it?" He spoke softly, as he dropped the knife to her throat and held it there as he stepped around behind where she sat. "Now...be a good girl...and continue to answer Daddy's questions the FIRST time he asks them and he'll give you a treat, perhaps I'll even kill you...nice and quick...don't answer the questions fast enough...and you'll be wishing for hell by the time I am finished with you, ponyal?" Emily felt herself shaking hard...this was too much. She could deal with pain...what she could not deal with, nor had she ever been able to deal with, was people searching needlessly into her past. "Just do it...He'll kill you when he's all done...just tell him everything...They betrayed you...just do it..." She thought to herself, and focused her eyes forward, hoping zoning out a little would help with what she was about to do. "Ya ponimayu, Aleksandar." She whispered, her voice void of any emotion. "Good...Good Girl..." He coddled, his hand running over her hair. "Now...Tell me everything...first of you..." Aleksandar ordered, and began to trace some sort of invisible design against her collar bone with his knife. Emily cleared her throat and spoke quickly to appease him, "I...I was born in upper Ballinderry, in County Antrim in Northern Ireland. It's...it's a very small town...My mother left me at Saint Brigid Orphanage for girl's, then went back home and hung herself. I was adopted by an American couple when I was six, and moved to Seward, Alaska with them. The End." She was fighting the tears she felt trying to force their way from her eyes. She had never spoken the story out loud to anyone. "Who named you?" He asked serenely, nonchalantly digging the tip of his knife into her shoulder blade. "My Father, after my mother died..." She winced and he chuckled, digging the tip deeper. "And his name?" Aleksandar's voice danced about her, mocking her weakness. "Vitya Mihailov." The name seemed to echo into the suddenly sub temperature air of the tent. Aleksandar had frozen, and so, thankfully, had his knife. "Ne vozmozhno...Ne vozmozhno..." ((No way...no way))...Aleksandar breathed after a few long seconds. The knife flashed quickly before her eyes and just as she was about to scream, she felt the rope binding her to the chair fall away. He used to the back of his boot to shove her forward from the chair and send Emily sprawling to the floor. She scampered backwards away from him, but he advanced, backing her against a cot. "Lezha shlyuha! Glupaya malenʹkaya suka!" ((Lying Whore! Stupid little bitch!)) He spat and let his foot fly, and the sharp crack of her breaking ribs filled the tent. She didn't understand what she had said wrong...why was he so angry now? The red hot pain traveled from her ribs to the rest of her body, but she knew he wasn't done yet...that didn't seem to be the way he worked... "Please! What did I do wrong!? I answered your questions!" Emily screamed, trying to cover her stomach from the blows beginning to reign down from his boot. "Fuck!" She whimpered, clutching her stomach. "Shut your fucking mouth, little cunt! Fucking little liar!" He growled, reaching down and wrapping his fingers into her red hair. "Do you know what happens to little girls who lie to Daddy?" He snarled, dragging her from the tent and into the deathly cold winter morning. All became a blur then, she hit the cold snow and suddenly several pairs of hands were on her, ripping her uniform from her until she had no hope of modesty save wherever her hair fell and covered her. She was thrown against a tree, her arms pulled around it, and her wrists tied to keep her still and her back exposed. His men stood all around, leering at her body and licking their lips. Emily squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her forehead against the tree. "Please Lord...let me just die...please..." She whispered to herself. Aleksandar's voice was at her ear once more. "I thought I told you girl...your God is not here." She heard the sound of a zipper falling and it was then that she started to get scared. "Please...please! No! Aleksandar!" She whimpered, struggling against her binds. His hand was in her hair again, shoving her face against the tree as he pressed his warm, hard cock against her ass. "Shut up little girl. This isn't for you...this is for Daddy." He spoke softly. "Your reward for being a lying little slut is coming after...and it may be almost as painful..." She felt him at the entrance to her ass and finally she burst into tears. "Please! Please God no!" She screamed. "You'll have to forgive me, slut. Generally I'm much more gentle with my girl's than I'm about to be with you...but your not one of my girl's....yet...." He grunted as he shoved the head of his dry cock inside her, and if he had said anything after that point, Emily had not heard. Her screams filled the cold night air as he pumped viciously inside of her. "He's too big...he's too big!" Emily's thoughts screamed as she sobbed. He began to move faster, pumping into her as his cock stiffened and became impossible hard inside of her. He did not make a sound when he came in her ass...save for the soft grunts he gave as he milked the rest of his seed inside of her. Emily fell limp against the tree, staring blankly into the woods and seeing nothing at all. Hide and Seek Ch. 01 "Please kill me..." She spoke softly when the sound of his zipper being re-zipped hit her ears. Aleksandar came around the tree in front of her and stared down at her small form. "What did you say?" He asked softly, bending to stroke the side of her face. Emily did not bother to look at him, she simply repeated her request and Aleksandar smiled. "Oh no, no no no, my new little pet...I would never do that...No...I'm going to wake you up now...and when I am finished..." Aleksandar furnished a whip that Emily had not seen before from his belt and showed it to her. "When I am finished, you will get down on your knees, and you will kiss my boots, and thank me for giving you such attention...now wont you?" He asked quietly. Emily lifted her eyes finally to stare at him...and spit into his face. "Fuck you!" She growled through gritted teeth. Aleksandar straightened and smiled. "We'll see about that pet." He chuckled and moved back around behind her. Emily tried to ignore the tears now streaming down her cheeks and what felt and probably was blood rolling down her thighs. "He'll kill me eventually...just go somewhere else Emily...."De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine: Domine, exaudi vocem meam...." Part 2. October 15, 2011 Diary, I was worried for nothing...staring at him as he sleeps...it all makes sense... It was dark before he came, so confusing and just...meaningless... but he makes the difference now. He's so special. I don't know how I am going to be able to step back on that C-130 again in a few weeks. I never used to hate the military, but that was before they had decided to send me on another useless mission. I'll be sitting there giving speeches about something no one is listening to me about, or doing paperwork that doesn't really need to be done, well my little boy is here. Quietly tucked away, nice and safe, right were I want him...right were I want to be. I wonder if he'll know me when I come home. He's going to be staying with his son of a bitch father Viktor. It's the only choice I have. I don't have time to make friends and I don't have siblings, so what else is there to do. But I swear...and I told him this in great detail...that if I come home and my Uri has just one hair out of place...one scratch... I don't feel like going through that again...I really wish I didn't have to leave him... Emily "Where am I..." She thought to herself, realizing to late that she had spoken it out-loud. Her throat was on fire, but so wasn't everything else. "Stay still." The strict snarl was enough to jolt her out of her daze, and Emily realized she was on her stomach, on some sort of a cot. Her eyes darted around Aleksandar's tent, noticing that, if possible, the tent was somehow sealed up like a convent. "I said stay still, Emily." Aleksandar...it was Aleksandar, she realized this as his hand came down hard, but not as hard as she assumed it could have, on her ass. "You fell unconscious after I struck you the fifth time. I stopped then, but next time you lie to me I will keep going...unconscious or not." She felt his strong hands move down her sides gently, checking to see that the bandages he had just put there were properly placed, she assumed. Emily dropped her head onto the cot and sighed. "What is the sigh for Major?" Aleksandar cooed the question as he stroked her matter hair. "I did not lie to you Aleksandar." Emily voice was barely above a whisper, but she knew Aleksandar would hear her. He was quiet for a few long and uncomfortable seconds before he said anything else. Emily felt herself tensing slowly...waiting for this man to lash out at her once more, but instead...she felt his breath on her ear. "For your sake...I hope not...I can be cruel Emily...to those who deserve it," Emily lifted her eyes to his and a slow smile played on his lips, "and to those who need it..." he added softly. "But your...Father...Vitya Mihailov...well, he taught me many things. I do not expect, that he will be very pleased to know that some stupid, American slut is claiming to be such a renowned man's daughter." Aleksandar let his fingers trace a path down toward her shoulder blades as he spoke, his eyes watching her's intently. "You best hope, when he arrives here today, that he knows your face Emily." Aleksandar stood then, grabbing his coat from the chair he had been sitting in and throwing it over his shoulders. "A girl named Ana will be here in a few hours to bath you and help you dress. The clothes she will bring have been very specifically and carefully chosen for you. I do not expect any arguments...ponyal?" He spoke in a business like manner as he made his way to the exit of the tent. Emily simply nodded. He had one foot out of the tent when he stopped and turned, and she saw in his eyes that he was thinking about something. It was only when that cruel light lit his eyes as he looked back to her once more that fear began to race through every fiber of her being. "I hope you are not lying Emily..." His hand slipped into his pocket, and Emily watched as he brought out the small picture that had been tucked safely away in her diary...the diary having been tucked safely away in the pocket of her uniform. "No..." She whimpered, fresh tears coming into her eyes. "No, no, no, no, no....leave him out of it!" She screamed, attempting to push herself up and off of the cot. "Uri...a good Russian name for a son..." Emily reached frantically to her side, deliriously looking for her side arm on her now naked hip. "You've nothing to worry about Emily...if you are not lying, then Uri can come to my home with us, but if you are lying...I do not think it would be best that you have privilege of ever seeing him again...that sounds like a fair punishment, does it not pet?" His words slithered through the air towards her as a snake would. "I fucking hate you." She screamed, falling to the floor off of the cot and crawling to reach the small table across the tent where she had hoped would be some kind of a knife. He chuckled and made his way quickly towards her, stopping only when his shiny black boots where just under her chin. Emily froze, lifting her eyes slowly up his body and to his eyes. He shook his head when they're eyes locked, the smile slowly disappearing from his face. "You will learn your place, Emily...in Russia...you command no one. In Russia, you are the subservient...and in Russia...you belong to me now." He growled, and pointed at the floor. "Drop your eyes little slut. Kiss my boot and thank me for the beating I gave you." Emily glared at him and did not move until he lifted her chin with the steel toe end of his boot. "Or...I could take you back out there and let my men have a their way with you tied to that tree...your choice." He shrugged, dropping his boot. She felt her heart jump painfully into her throat then and dropped her eyes to his boot. She kissed it quickly and murmured a barely audible, "Thank you." but when she felt his fingers dig into her hair and shove her face back down against it, she knew it had not been enough. "You will show respect properly Emily, if you hope to gain any mercy from me. My mercy is something you want, I promise you...I can make your life heaven...or I could continue making it hell...make your choice." Aleksandar snarled, shoving her face into his boot once more before freeing his hand from her hair. The tears came suddenly once again, but she dropped her lips to his boot and voiced as loud as she could manage with her raw throat. "Thank you for beating me..." "Thank you for beating me...what?" He coaxed, crossing his arms across his chest as he stared down at her. Emily could feel his eyes burning into her as the word slipped from her lips unbidden. "Sir." She heard a soft, "Mhmm." of approval, and flinched hard when Aleksandar's arms came carefully around her, lifting her into the air and bringing her back to the cot. He had taken only two or three steps...she hadn't gotten as far as she had thought she had when she had began traveling across the floor the first time. He laid her gently on her stomach again. "You will stay there. Ponyal?" He asked quietly, pushing a stray strand of hair from her face as she nodded. "Good girl." He cooed and made his way to the exit, this time not saying anything at all. Emily was not sure how long she had been asleep when Ana woke her with a feather light shake of her shoulder. She was not quite sure that she had fallen asleep at all really. Ana lightly rubbed Emily's arm as she stared down at her. Emily's green eyes meeting icy blue ones. Ana was beautiful in her opinion. Her long blond hair hung down of her shoulders, framing her innocent porcelain face and curvy yet skinny body. She was dressed expensively, but all in black. "Your Ana." Emily stated and the girl smiled and nodded. She could not have been much older then 18. "It's time to get up now Miss Emily...Aleksandar does not like to be kept waiting and I have very little time to get you ready as I have been instructed. I do not know what he expects me to do in these sort of conditions. To have a girl, prisoner or not out in such conditions is just..." Ana had helped Emily to her feet with surprising strength, and much to Emily's surprise, Ana was taller. Ana did not seemed to be focused on that though. Her eyes set on Emily's bruised face and body and her breath caught. "W...what did you do to make Aleksandar so angry Emily?" She whispered, setting her hand gently under Emily's chin. She did not answer. She didn't have to she supposed. Prisoner's of war did not feel vulnerable...or violated after being hit by their captor who just happened to be man...it didn't work like that. A large brass tub had been brought into the tub containing steaming hot water. Emily focused her attention on this and sighed. Ana, thankfully, seemed to understand and lead Emily over to it. "Be careful when you step in...it hurts badly right after a beating of any kind...just do it slowly." Ana instructed, as Emily lifted her foot slowly to step in. "You sound like you have experience." Emily winced as she said this and Ana smiled. "Aleksandar graciously took me into his home when I was very young...I was...very rebellious, and still can be sometimes...his discipline is swift, but fair." She giggled as Emily attempted to sink into the water slowly before setting her other foot in. "You say young? How young?" She groaned in pain as her other foot hit the bottom of the tub and Ana gripped her arm to keep her from slipping in. Emily spoke more out of an attempt to keep her mind off of how hot the water was...but she was genuinely curious about Ana. "I was eight..almost nine." Ana said proudly, moving behind Emily to hold her under her arms as she sank down into the water. "What?" Emily choked. She had known he was a sick fuck...but children? "No! No! Not what you are thinking," Ana giggled as Emily finally sat down in the water. "No, he took me away from the man my father had sold me too. He has never...and probably will never view me as one of his...girls. He will never touch me that way. My responsibilities are to do very well in the University he has sent me too and to call him Father in his presence. He wants only the best for me." Emily stared up at her as Ana moved around her with a soft sponge and soap. "Aleksandar is a very good man...in his own way. Just do not be disrespectful, just obey, and you will be perfectly fine. He is treating you better then the others already." Ana moved the sponge over her shoulders and arms, and smiled when she caught the glance Emily had given her. "The other girls, Emily, would have been left out in the cold, tied to that tree. He would not have been the one to bandage them...He would not have flown me all the way out here to come and help you bath and dress...he would have had his men do it..." Emily stared at Ana in horror and Ana nodded. "Be grateful, Emily. It will be what saves your life now." Emily stared at the naïve girl in disbelief. "He killed my men Ana...I will never be grateful to him." The rest of the bath continued in silence, and as Ana helped her step from the tub, Emily murmured "Thank you for your help..." and Ana simply smiled and nodded, continuing to dry Emily off. "Aleksandar has given his permission to fore go a dress of some kind. It is far too cold out tonight, so I bought these for you." Ana said happily, as she laid a pair of leggings, black fur mid-calf boots, a long black V neck shirt dress, and a necklace with a small emerald pendant. Emily let her eyes drift up, and noticed Ana had the same one. "Black...is for the untouchable girl's in his life. The one's that if a man did lay a hand on, Aleksandar would make their death...slow...and painful...He is very protective of us." Ana explained as Emily began to dress into the perfectly fitting clothes. Emily rolled her eyes at that and Ana reached out and to her surprise slapped her face gently. "Be grateful." She snapped. Emily froze and stared at the young girl. "Slap me again, and see what I do..." Ana simply nodded. Emily dressed quickly, avoiding much more talk with Ana now as she did. "Aleksandar prefers hair to be left down at all times." Ana whispered as she slipped the brush for the last time through Emily's hair. She set the necklace around Emily's neck a moment later, and together they stared at the transformation in the small mirror Ana held up for them. "He's going to be very happy when he sees you...and so wont your father..." Part 3. The snow was falling softly when Ana and Emily exited the tent, almost as though it were trying not to offend the very fiend who held control over her whole world at that moment. It tiptoed quietly around them, setting like a crown a top her hair. Her eyes wandered along the tree line, slowly trailing there way to a fat guard rubbing his hands together against the cold before bringing a cigarette to his lips. Under normal circumstances, it may not have taken much for her to pry the man's handgun from him and make her escape, but she was weak...she felt it, and was certain that her friend Aleksandar had wanted to keep it that way. Aleksandar...perhaps if she ran...the cold would kill her...he would never be able to touch her...or she could wait and kill him... "You have the eyes of a wolf...just like Aleksandar..." Ana's sweet voice broke into her bitter thoughts like the shattering of glass. "He has already sent for your son, Emily...I do not think it would be wise of you, as soldier or mother to run now. He would never hurt Uri of course...but the winter would kill you and he would never see you again." Ana set her hand on Emily's arm as they continued walking through the maze of tents. "Please don't talk about my son Ana." Emily replied coldly. The tent that they made there way towards was very large, spilling light through it's various openings onto the snow in front of the two women. It was not filled with the drunken laughter Emily had become so accustomed to hearing at night in the other tents, just the distant sound of a small crackling fire and voice's speaking in hushed tones. "Wait here, I will go and see if they are ready to see you yet." Ana instructed and Emily rolled her eyes. As if she had anywhere else that she had to be that night. Ana disappeared behind the flap of the large tent and Emily crossed her arms and turned back towards the forest. "Go southwest...Vyborg...find Vitya Mihailov, safe house...set up...sorry..." Jason... He could not have known that Vitya Mihailov was her father, and she wondered if Aleksandar knew that this man he claimed to be his mentor was in fact that one that Jason informed her would keep her safe from Aleksandar. Emily had not see her biological father since their very first meeting on her sixteenth birthday. Her adoptive parents had made it very clear in their will that if anything should happen to them, then Emily's real father was to be contacted. The day after their death's, a car accident, Vitya made his way into the house Emily had been raised in and did not say a word to her. Emily attempted to keep herself calm, remembering that it seemed as though he refused to even look at her. Was she that much a disgrace to him? That much of a mistake? He spoke only to the lawyer taking care of the lose ends of the will...she was last lose end. "Saint Teresa's school for Girls, in Gloucester, Massachusetts. All she needs will be taking care of, including her transportation there. All I ask you to do, is to make sure that she makes it to the front door so my driver can pick her up." "If there are any problems, call this number." Her father handed a business card to the lawyer and left as swiftly as he had come. "Emily...Emily..." Ana took Emily's arm, gently pulling Emily out of herself. "Come...they're ready for you." The tent was bright, giving it an almost fake aura of warmth about it. Emily did not find anything about the whole situation warm at all. There was a long table set up on the opposite side of the tent where only the two men where busy eating and talking quietly over the impossibly large feast set over the table in front of them. Aleksandar's face was freshly shaven, and was dressed in neat, expensive looking black suit that would seem very out of place for such an environment. The man sitting beside him had stopped eating the moment the two girls stepped back in the tent. Vitya looked to Emily to be in his late fifties as he sat at the table. His hair was gray and tidy upon his head and his eyes as icy blue, stern and judgmental as she had remembered them. He also wore a black suit...just as she remembered him. His jaw was set tight, with a slight tick as they traveled over her, accessing her carefully. "Do you see why I would have had my daughter attend a University instead of joining a bunch of men where women do not belong, Emily?" He sighed, lifting his glass to his lips to take a sip, "Would it have been so hard for you to just obey me?" Emily crossed her arms as the two girls stopped just a few feet away from the table. "Nice to see you too, Papa." Emily said coldly. Something crossed over Aleksandar's face out of the corner of Emily's eye, but it was gone before she had a chance to figure out what it had been. "So, she is your daughter then, Vitya?" Aleksandar asked softly, the respect he held for this man evident in the tone of his voice. "Oh yes, this is my Emily..." Vitya stated, turning back to Aleksandar and obviously excusing Emily. "Well that's lovely then. Now that you two have that cleared up you can send me back to the US." Emily stepped forward before Ana could grab her, the Aleksandar and her Father's talk ceasing quickly as both their eyes turned to her. Aleksandar's face held a very clear warning, but her father almost looked as though he was going to start laughing. "Oh...I do not think so Emily. Look at what my allowing you to stay in America has brought you so far, and the fact that you left my grandson with that piece of filth excuse for a father well you came over here to pretend to be a man...No...no...I think other arrangements must be made." Her father held his hand out across the table to her. Emily tried to quell the sick feeling rising in her stomach. He was going to win, and they both seemed intent on using Uri against her. She lifted a shaking hand and set it in her Father's, allowing him to pull her closer to the table. "It has become obvious to me, Emily...that you are not capable of being without a...guiding hand, if you will." Vitya explained, and from the corner of her eye, Aleksandar was trying desperately to hide the triumphant smile now beginning to cross his face. Hide and Seek Ch. 01 "What are you saying Papa..." Emily choked, staring in horror at the old man. "What I am saying, Emily, is that this will work out for everyone. I plan to leave all I have to Aleksandar should anything ever happen to me," Vitya paused before continuing, seeming to think carefully about what to say next. "Aleksandar needs an heir, which he already would have in Uri, and I need my daughter and my grandson to be in my life. Uri needs a father and a proper mother. So you see...it would work out for everyone." Her father explained this all like it was the simplest sounding thing in the world. "Don't I have a choice in any of this?! You would have me marry the man who slaughtered my men! Who...who has raped me and beat me?! You would have that fucking bastard be the father of my son?!" Emily screamed, tears trailing their way down her face. "And what about the United States! Do you really think that my Government is just going to let the slaughter of my men go unnoticed!? Those men have families! And Children! This will not simply be brushed under the FUCKING RUG!" Emily screamed. Aleksandar had, in the time of her little outburst, removed himself from his seat and began making his way around the table towards her. "Please....please Emily, please calm down...we will go back to the tent and talk about it together..." Ana began to beg her quietly, but it was too late. Emily's face paled as she followed the interest in Vitya's eyes towards the swiftly walking man of her nightmares coming towards her, his own face carefully calm. "No...no...no! Sir I'm sorry!" Emily whimpered desperately, the tears beginning to flow freely down her face. His long fingers were fisted in her hair in a flash as he yanked her in the direction of her Father. "Now...apologize to your father Emily." Aleksandar snarled against her ear, giving her a hard violent shake. "I...I apologize Papa..." Emily said, very softly and Vitya simply nodded. "Do not make me get up to correct you again." Aleksandar warned, and left go of her hair. He cast a warning glance at Ana before returning around the table and to his seat. "I would ask that you return to your home in Moscow with me tonight Aleksandar. My grandson will be arriving three days from now, and I have promised him that his Mother and step-Father will be there to collect him." Vitya swallowed down the rest of the clear liquid he had been drinking. "Yes of course, my Friend. Ana, take Emily back to my tent and both of you wait there for me." Aleksandar ordered with a wave of his hand in their direction. Ana tugged Emily's hand hard, not waiting for protest as she pulled her from the tent and saying nothing until they had entered Aleksandar's quarters. "Breath...breath Emily..." Ana quickly attempted to sooth the girl as Emily feel to the floor on her knees and burst into tears. "I hate him!" Emily sobbed when Ana knelt beside her and wrapped her arms around her. "Shh! You will not hate him when you see how he is away from these...conditions. You will see Emily...you need to only obey him and he will treat you like you are the most special woman in the world. Your son will want for nothing! There is nothing to mourn, Emily." Ana tried to convince her, but Emily only cried harder. "Please Emily...if he sees you crying like this when he comes, it will only remind him that he is supposed to be angry with us...please calm down...I will be there with you all the time, I promise! You can do this, I will help you." Ana whispered, rocking Emily in her arms. "I hate him, Ana..." Emily sobbed, and Ana sighed. "I promise he is not what you think he is Emily, you will see...you will see..." Ana whispered. Hide and Seek Ch. 02 Most of the characters and situations in this story are completely fictional and a product of the writers own imagination. The only one that isn't, is the lovely and ever cruel and cold bastard, Mikhail. We have darkknight0307 to thank for him. Forgive the long wait on this new chapter, apparently we have to separate the paragraphs according to speakers! Didn't know that! Well here you have it everyone! For all the people who favorited the last chapter, please leave feedback. I would really love to know what you all are thinking! And suggestions are always welcome. "Many of us crucify ourselves between two thieves-regret for the past and fear of the future." Fulton Oursler, 1893-1952 * Emily felt the cold before she felt anything else and for a brief moment, for a few blissful seconds, she thought she was dead. It was when those seconds passed that the familiar smell of sulfur mixed with the musty scent of the commander's tent reached her nostrils. Moments after that, a sharp pain split mercilessly into her skull where, what she figured had to have been His pistol, had connected with the back of her head. "Fuck." She thought groggily to herself, and began the painful task of forcing her eyes open. In any other situation, in any other place and time, she might have laughed when she realized the drug Lord had decided to tie her securely to a chair this time, but at that moment it took all that she had not to let the ever growing fear in her mind consume her. The tent was pitch black around her, and if the pain hadn't been there to remind her that her eyes were actually open, she would have been hard pressed to believe that they were. She hated the dark...even more now so then before. The faces of her men floated before her eyes even as she struggled to figure out a way to loosen her wrists, which had been securely and expertly tied to either arm of the uncomfortable metal chair she was seated in. It was hopeless...and she knew he would have taken extra precautions to make sure she did not cause him any more inconvenience. Emily sighed, forcing herself to accept the fact that she was now completely and utterly alone. "Just get him to kill you quick..." She thought to herself. "Please God...let him kill me...let him...." Emily could not remember the last time she had thought to pray, but hell, why not...all she had was time now. " De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine: Domine, exaudi vocem meam: Fiant aures tuae intendentes, in vocem deprecationis meae. Si iniquitates observaveris, Domine: Domine, quis sustinebit? Quia apud te propitiatio est: et propter legem tuam sustinui te, Domine. Gloria Patri, et Filio..." Her stomach gave a violent and painful twist when a soft, cold, and amused chuckle came from somewhere in the darkness around her. "et Spiritui Sancto. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper, et in saecula saeculorum. Amen." He finished the latin prayer with the accuracy of one who had been speaking the language fluently since childhood...and she knew if by some twisted humor of God, she was allowed to walk away from this camp, that she would never be able to utter the prayer again. Where was He? Emily became increasingly frustrated at her slight delirium and the realization that he was somewhere in the tent with her, and she had no idea where. The silence dragged on for what seemed like hours, though most likely it had only been a split second. He was there. His hot breath close to her neck, sending a feeling of disgust washing over her. "God...cannot help you here, Major." He whispered into her ear. "Just kill me motherfucker...I'm not going to tell you what he said. So how about you save us both the frustration and..." Once again, her words were cut short by that cold laughter, but at least her suggestion had been enough get him to move away from her; how far away she wasn't quite sure...but as long as she couldn't feel him.... "Oh Major, Major, Major....I'm not going to kill you!" His voice dripped with amused derision, and Emily could hear the sound of his heavy boots, pacing around her like some kind of hungry wolf stalking it's prey. "For now anyway, I simply wish us to become more acquainted." There was a click and soon to follow was a flood a bright light that forced Emily's eyes closed once more. "Forgive me for being such a terrible host earlier, I must admit that way out here in the middle of nowhere, it is easy to forget one's manners." His voice had dipped back to that deceitfully soothing tone, that one that almost made Emily want to let spill all that she had to tell from her lips to gain his mercy... and she might have, had she no pride. "Fuuuuuck you." Emily said through a bored and groggy sigh, only to be rewarded with another soft laugh. "Soon...perhaps..." He said, matter of factly, "Allow me to make up for it now, are you hungry?" She heard him ask, and running out of witty remarks by now, she simply shook her head no. A lie of course, as the last time she had had any conception of time what so ever, she had been 48 hours without food. Only her captor knew now how long exactly it had been. "Thirsty then?" He offered instead, only to be met with another shake of her head. Emily let her eyes drift open a bit and found him standing over her. She could not judge exactly how tall he was from where she was sitting...hell, even when she was standing, most people towered over her small frame. Perhaps 5'11? "What the hell does that matter?" Emily scolded herself harshly and lifted her eyes slowly up to meet his. "You mind stepping off asshole?" She breathed with a sarcastic cock of her head. The man ignored her, like Emily knew that he would, and simply continued to talk. "My name is Mikhail...but I imagine you already knew that..." The room filled with the sweet scent of tobacco at the same time the sound of the flick of a lighter made her flinch into awareness. She'd never in her life smoked a cigarette, but as he placed one between her lips and lit it for her a moment later, the idea did not seem nearly as repulsive to her now as it had in the past. He allowed her to take a long drag before he continued speaking. "The United States has made it very clear that your 'Alpha' team does not now...and never has existed...You were never a liability to them, I am sure. Nor were you ever the supposed leader of that team. Attention was successfully diverted from Alpha's teams actual leader...One Jason Lucian Marquez, a retired Marine Veteran and current contractor, through your ignorance. This lack of information, as it were, ended his life much earlier than was needed and has kept you alive much longer than I would have liked." Emily snorted and set her boots firmly on the ground. "Your really know how to charm the girls you know that, Mikhail?" She snapped and took another long drag. Mikhail was quiet for a long moment, seating himself on the chair opposite Emily and simply staring. She held his gaze, refusing to allow him to see the fear his silence was causing to stir in her. His face was completely unreadable...a fact that was more disconcerting to her now than it had been the first time she had seen pictures from his file in the operation report. This was Mikhail...Czar of the dangerous underworld...feared King of the drug culture, human trafficking, illegal weapon dealings, and god only knew what the hell else. Rumor of how dangerous this man actual was had traveled through the base, but a part of her had known that no matter what, it would never touch her...until she had been assigned to this mission. Even then though, she was sure that it would be uneventful. "Get in, get out." Was her orders. Get proof...solid, undeniable evidence that Mikhail was here. Radio in, and another team would take it from there. Simple...in theory. She flinched when he spoke again, "Your being rude, Major. I've told you my name...now it's your turn." He crossed his leg over the other and gazed at her. Emily swallowed hard...and spoke slowly what she had been taught so many times during the many boring power point presentations before her deployment. "My name is Emily Tyler...I am a Major in the United States Army..." "What is your middle name, Emily?" Mikhail asked in a bored voice. Emily stared at him scornfully. "What the fuck does that matter?" She spat, regretting it the moment he snapped to his feet, light anger filling his eyes. "Middle name...Emily." He snarled gently. "I...It doesn't matter...I don't use it..." Emily choked back the explanation. She saw the back of his hand fly much too late, and it connected with her jaw with no mercy. Mikhail's fingers wrapped around her throat tightly, and she felt the blood draining from her face as he knelt down so that their faces were level. "It's not such a big thing Emily...your middle name...that's all I ask. You will answer me now, or the pain I will cause you will be very needless." He whispered. Emily whispered it quietly, but when his fingers tightened, she repeated it, "Sirota." "Sirota..." He mimicked and straightened. "I take it you know what this word means...orphan." The smirk that slide across his face made her want to be sick. "So...there is more to you than meets the eye..." Mikhail breathed, slipping a knife from his pocket. Emily's eyes set on it instantly. He was staring at it as well, "There now...that wasn't so hard, was it?" He spoke softly, as he dropped the knife to her throat and held it there as he stepped around behind where she sat. "Now...be a good girl...and continue to answer Daddy's questions the FIRST time he asks them and he'll give you a treat, perhaps I'll even kill you...nice and quick...don't answer the questions fast enough...and you'll be wishing for hell by the time I am finished with you, ponyal?" Emily felt herself shaking hard...this was too much. She could deal with pain...what she could not deal with, nor had she ever been able to deal with, was people searching needlessly into her past. "Just do it...He'll kill you when he's all done...just tell him everything...They betrayed you...just do it..." She thought to herself, and focused her eyes forward, hoping zoning out a little would help with what she was about to do. "Ya ponimayu, Mikhail." She whispered, her voice void of any emotion. "Good...Good Girl..." He coddled, his hand running over her hair. "Now...Tell me everything...first of you..." Mikhail ordered, and began to trace some sort of invisible design against her collar bone with his knife. Emily cleared her throat and spoke quickly to appease him, "I...I was born in upper Ballinderry, in County Antrim in Northern Ireland. It's...it's a very small town...My mother left me at Saint Brigid Orphanage for girl's, then went back home and hung herself. I was adopted by an American couple when I was six, and moved to Seward, Alaska with them. The End." She was fighting the tears she felt trying to force their way from her eyes. She had never spoken the story out loud to anyone. "Who named you?" He asked serenely, nonchalantly digging the tip of his knife into her shoulder blade. "My Father, after my mother died..." She winced and he chuckled, digging the tip deeper. "And his name?" Mikhail's voice danced about her, mocking her weakness. "Vitya Mihailov." The name seemed to echo into the suddenly sub temperature air of the tent. Mikhail had frozen, and so, thankfully, had his knife. "Ne vozmozhno...Ne vozmozhno..." ((No way...no way))...Mikhail breathed after a few long seconds. The knife flashed quickly before her eyes and just as she was about to scream, she felt the rope binding her to the chair fall away. He used to the back of his boot to shove her forward from the chair and send Emily sprawling to the floor. She scampered backwards away from him, but he advanced, backing her against a cot. "Lezha shlyuha! Glupaya malenʹkaya suka!" ((Lying Whore! Stupid little bitch!)) He spat and let his foot fly, and the sharp crack of her breaking ribs filled the tent. She didn't understand what she had said wrong...why was he so angry now? The red hot pain traveled from her ribs to the rest of her body, but she knew he wasn't done yet...that didn't seem to be the way he worked... "Please! What did I do wrong!? I answered your questions!" Emily screamed, trying to cover her stomach from the blows beginning to reign down from his boot. "Shut your fucking mouth, little cunt! Fucking little liar!" He growled, reaching down and wrapping his fingers into her red hair. "Do you know what happens to little girls who lie to Daddy?" He snarled, dragging her from the tent and into the deathly cold winter morning. All became a blur then, she hit the cold snow and suddenly several pairs of hands were on her, ripping her uniform from her until she had no hope of modesty save wherever her hair fell to save some of her modesty. She was thrown against a tree, her arms pulled around it, and her wrists tied to keep her still and her back exposed. His men stood all around, leering at her body and licking their lips. Emily squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her forehead against the tree. "Please Lord...let me just die...please..." She whispered to herself. Mikhail's voice was at her ear once more. "I thought I told you girl...your God is not here." She heard the sound of a zipper falling and it was then that she started to get scared. "Please...please! No! Mikhail!" She whimpered, struggling against her binds. His hand was in her hair again, shoving her face against the tree as he pressed his warm, hard cock against her ass. "Shut up little girl. This isn't for you...this is for Daddy." He spoke softly. "Your reward for being a lying little slut is coming after...and it may be almost as painful..." She felt him at the entrance to her ass and finally she burst into tears. "Please! Please God no!" She screamed. "You'll have to forgive me, slut. Generally I'm much more gentle with my girl's than I'm about to be with you...but your not one of my girl's....yet...." He grunted as he shoved the head of his dry cock inside her, and if he had said anything after that point, Emily had not heard. Her screams filled the cold night air as he pumped viciously inside of her. "He's too big...he's too big!" Emily's thoughts screamed as she sobbed. He began to move faster, pumping into her as his cock stiffened and became impossible hard inside of her. He did not make a sound when he came in her ass...save for the soft grunts he gave as he milked the rest of his seed inside of her. Emily fell limp against the tree, staring blankly into the woods and seeing nothing at all. "Please kill me..." She spoke softly when the sound of his zipper being re-zipped hit her ears. Mikhail came around the tree in front of her and stared down at her small form. "What did you say?" He asked softly, bending to stroke the side of her face. Emily did not bother to look at him, she simply repeated her request and Mikhail smiled. "Oh no, no no no, my new little pet...Daddy would never do that...No...I'm going to wake you up now...and when I am finished..." Mikhail furnished a whip that Emily had not seen before from his belt and showed it to her. "When I am finished, you will get down on your knees, and you will kiss my boots, and thank me for giving you such attention...now wont you?" He asked quietly. Emily lifted her eyes finally to stare at him...and spit into his face. "Fuck you! I would never do that." She growled through gritted teeth. Mikhail straightened and smiled. "We'll see about that pet." He chuckled and moved back around behind her. Emily tried to ignore the tears now streaming down her cheeks and what felt and probably was blood rolling down her thighs. "He'll kill me eventually...just go somewhere else Emily...."De profundis clamavi ad te, Domine:Domine, exaudi vocem meam...." Hide and Seek Ch. 02 You rest against me for just a few minutes, long enough for me to start to catch my breath.. my need to climax eases back from that agonizing knife edge but by no means disappears. Long before i feel ready, You are unhooking my hands and pulling me to my feet to stand on trembling legs, wincing at the plug stretching me as i move...blushing crimson as i realize i am drooling seriously...not being able to see. i flinch when you again take my hands and draw them behind me hooking them together, the pain in my throbbing nipples reanimating when Your chest leans into mine. Your arms are tight around me, Your hands sliding to grip my ass firmly and I writhe against You. You tease my tongue with Yours through the ring in the gag and i grind against You harder, moaning... reduced to this mindless needing creature... Your pet on the end of a leash. You now use that leash to pull me forward. Though i can sense Your impatience, You stay close until i figure out how to walk blind and off-balance behind You. You grab Your bag, hefting it over Your shoulder and W/we start walking down the path into the woods once again. Walking along behind You.. sightless, silent, bound, plugged... your come seeping out of me, wetting my thighs. i am still so aroused; i would throw myself at Your feet and beg inarticulately if i thought it would do me any good. But i know it won’t...i can only await Your pleasure. After a few minutes that seems like an eternity to me, You stop in front of me and turn off the path, telling me this is the spot You were looking for. You move a little farther and sit down. Then, with no warning, you tug hard on the leash, pulling me down to land hard over Your lap.. head hanging down...ass raised up. My heart jumps into my throat... breathing arrested for a second... blood rushing to my face and i tense like a worm on a pin as Your hand moves over my ass, caressing the shrinking flesh just long enough for me to start breathing again. Suddenly You slap me sharply... two, three, five, ten times... the noise shockingly loud to me. i am struggling, crying out with each blow. Just as quickly, You stop... and the silence seems profound except for my noisy breathing. You make reassuring noises and stroke me, calm me... and help me up to turn and sit in Your lap. You undo my gag, telling me not to speak and You wipe my chin and neck with a soft cloth. Telling me to drink, You pour a little water into my mouth which i swallow gratefully. You snuggle me in the curve of Your arm even as You push my legs apart... scooping some of O/our mingled juices off my thigh and wiping them across my lips before You lean in to kiss me. O/our tongues compete. You keep doing this until once again i am wriggling and becoming noisy trying to capture Your hand between my thighs. My efforts make You chuckle. You kiss me once more hard and then pull back, telling me i am ready for the next installment. You stand, gently dumping me to the ground and easing me to my knees. i hear You rummaging around in Your bag, whistling tunelessly as You move away. You come back and, using the leash, pull me up gently but steadily. You pull me a few feet away and then You position me, using Your feet to slide my legs widely apart. You kneel and lock my cuffs to the ends of a spreader bar, running Your tongue up my right side as You stand, making me shiver. You uncuff my arms from behind me and let me shake them and rotate my shoulders a few times before You cuff them again in front of me. You then raise my arms over my head and connect them to something. They are being raised further still, until i am stretched out.. almost on my toes. You move in close, dragging Your nails lightly down my arms, to my breasts, trailing over them. You pinch a nipple hard enough to make me open my mouth to cry out, then You expertly gag me again with a very small rubbery-tasting ball gag. You whisper that You don’t want me to bring unwanted attention, making me shiver harder. You step back and i hear You rummaging again, giving me enough time to consider my total accessibility and helplessness in this position. i pull unconsciously at the bonds, feeling the pulse in my neck beating hard against the collar, my ass burning where You've already hit me, making the leather of the flogger You trail over it seem icy cold and making me cry out. You slowly drag the soft strands up my back, over my shoulders, down over my chest, my belly, my leg. Up the tender inner thigh and across my wet hungering flesh and down the other leg. You pull it away and wait, stirring the tension in me to a fever pitch, wondering where it will fall and how hard. Wanting to cringe, unable to move that much , but still jumping when it slashes against my ass, low where it meets my thighs. First one cheek then the other... the sting intensifying after the sound registers. The muscles in my ass and legs tighten in an attempt to contain the sting, or avoid the next blow... wasted effort that. You cover every inch and then move down to my thighs, working the flogger in such a way the ends curl inward, impacting the incredibly tender white flesh there. i am moving to Your rhythm, crying out behind the gag, neck arched back, head dropped so far my hair tickles the center of my back. my face is flushed, a fine sheen of sweat all over my body, my hair wild and curling from the heat rising from my body. my limited motion causes me to clench on the plug in time to Your arm raising and falling. And when i am welted and burning from my waist to my knees You bring the flogger up once between my stretched wide legs and i scream and go up on my toes and it is over. You brush my hair back off my face and kiss my forehead. You make me groan, dragging two fingers slowly and deliberately up my dripping wet slit, lingering over my clit til i start sounding frantic behind the gag. You pull away, licking Your fingers and telling me how good i taste.. Then You crouch down to release my ankles, and stand to release my arms. You let me shake feeling back into them, then ease me again to my knees to catch my breath. You release the gag and stow Your toys before returning to me, sitting down in the sweet smelling grass and drawing me to lie down with You, stretched on our sides. You kiss me and run Your hands over me, telling me You are pleased with me, smiling against my mouth when You play with the welts and i gasp. You take the blindfold off me, saying W/we will take a little break now. And i slowly open my eyes, blinking in the bright sunlight, focusing on Your face smiling at me before i take in the beautiful clearing You brought me to. Hide and Seek Ch. 02 I am just absolutely amazed by the response I have received from everyone when I posted Hide and Seek! Thank you very much for taking the time to comment! It is all extremely welcomed! Someone left a comment down below saying, "Something about hot Russian men." And I COMPLETELY agree! Please make sure to check out my profile page every now and then! Even after you post the stories, they still take a few days to actually get onto Literotica. I will be sure to post when I have submitted another chapter every time so you all can see! * ALEKSANDAR P.O.V Aleksandar dropped his head into his hands after Emily and Ana's backs disappeared from the tent. "Your daughter...Do you have any idea what I did to her just hours ago Vitya?" He heard himself ask his mentor, only to be met with a chuckle. "I told you to give her a taste of real war, Aleksandar, and you have done your job very well. She has no one to blame but herself." The old man poured himself another shot of vodka and tossed it back before pouring another and sliding it down the table to Aleksandar. "Do not tell me that you are second guessing my orders Aleksandar?" Vitya's voice was simply conversational, but Aleksandar knew to read between the lines at what he was really asking. As he downed the vodka Vitya had poured him, he slammed the glass down and got to his feet, making his way around the table. "I do not second guess anything, Sir." Aleksandar sighed and gave Vitya a smile that he hoped looked confident before nodding and moving to leave the tent. "I will see you in Moscow my young friend." He heard Vitya say, but did not reply back as he reentered the cold winter night of the camp. The truth was, was that he was questioning Vitya. The girl's comrade had said something to her before he died there in the snow...from the bullet that Aleksandar had been ordered to fire. Two things were bothering him... What had that man said to his Emily that had made her face become so scared and confused earlier that day? The other thing that was bothering him...was that his bride to be hated him. She could not be blamed for that, and he could not very well explain to her, "Well your father made me do it. He orders, and I do...that is the way it is." If Emily had been the decoy for Jason Marquez, then Aleksandar was the decoy for Vitya...and he knew this. He also knew that if Vitya asked him to take a bullet for him, Aleksandar would do it in a heart beat. Very much unlike the group of men Emily had surrounded herself with and had supposedly been in charge of. Aleksandar nodded to a group of his men who sat outside their tents drinking and singing low haunting songs in the mother tongue as he walked by. He was feared, he was dangerous...but he had never thought that when he finally did decide to marry that he would allow his wife and...and child to feel the same way about him. Aleksandar had always had a very different picture in his head of how he wished his family life to be...and it was exactly the opposite of what he had ever been given and exactly the opposite of what Vitya required of him. He had been instructed not to become close to Emily or Uri. Emily is disposable and was only to be kept around for appearances...for now, until she provided whatever information on her unit that Vitya thought she knew. Aleksandar had not even been instructed to find out what she knew...which was another thing that was beginning to leave a bad taste in his mouth. Outside of the his tent, he listened for a moment as Emily screamed her hate for him and he pulled out a cigarette, lite it and took a deep inhale. Vitya had raised Aleksandar like a son...sort of. More like Vitya had raised the perfect partner from a very young age. But even so, he had taken Aleksandar off of the streets...the cruel, unforgiving and extremely uncomfortable streets of Russia. He had given him an education, clothes...woman...anything he could have ever wanted, he received without the blink of an eye. The dog was skin and bones...and looked as though she had not eaten anything in a few weeks. The other kids in the small town were always messing with her and that did not exclude Aleksandar. The other young boy he was walking with stared in horror when Aleksandar laughed and threw another rock at the small, cornered animal in the alley way. "Yuri! Come Comrade! Come and join me!" Aleksandar laughed, but when he turned to see what his friend was doing, Yuri had a new kind of horror on his face. It was not until Aleksandar was grabbed by the scruff of the neck and was turned to look into the dangerous steel blue eyes of the middle aged man who held him did he start to panic as well. Vitya Mihailov. Even the orphans of the small town knew that this man was dangerous. He kept the small town under his thumb like a dictator would. Aleksandar understood this...nothing ever happened without Vitya Mihailov knowing about it. "I..." Aleksandar prepared to explain himself to the man, but Vitya shook his head and roughly let go of Aleksandar. The young boy watched as Vitya pulled from his pocket a large knife and handed it to him. He looked up at the man, who simply pointed to the dog, and crossed his arms across his chest, waiting. "No Aleksandar!" Yuri screamed at him, the protest having been the first words uttered since they had stopped and cornered the small animal ten minutes ago. "Don't Aleksandar." Yuri screamed the protest again, and took off running, disappearing around the corner of the building. Aleksandar looked up once more at Vitya, who simply stared down at him expectantly. Vitya had watched on as he slit the dogs throat, and when Aleksandar handed the bloody knife back to him, Vitya grabbed the boys arm and wiped the blood on his sleeve. He had tucked the knife back into his pocket, taken Aleksandar by the hand and had raised the orphan from that day on. Aleksandar knew that he owed the man his trust...and so much more, but the past few years had been making blind allegiance harder than ever before. The missions that were requested of him were increasingly more brutal...and dangerous. The business that was requested of him was dealing with people that could not be trusted, and the people Aleksandar had to step on to do as his mentor ordered were getting increasingly more angry. Now this...this beautiful woman he was supposed to make his wife...this little boy he had sat for three hours staring at a picture of as he waited for the child's mother he had just brutalized come to so he could terrify her some more...all so that he could steal him and turn him into another version of what Vitya had helped him become. Aleksandar had questioned the way of things many times before...but never so much as now. "He will hurt my little boy..." he heard a distraught Emily sob, and he heard Ana coo to her. "No, my sweet. He will not...I promise you that he will not." How could Ana be so sure that he would not? Aleksandar asked this of himself as he took another long drag of his cigarette. He did not want to...but for him not to hurt Uri somehow would be to try his best to NOT make the boy anything like himself...and go against Vitya. Aleksandar reached up and massaged his temples just as the flaps of the tent opened and Ana appeared beside him. She stared at him for a moment, visibly fighting back her tears and making Aleksandar's stomach twist with a guilt only Ana could manage in him before she reached into his jacket pocket and pulled from it his cigarettes to steal one from it. "I thought I told you that you were forbidden to smoke." He asked quietly, taking the cigarette from her and lighting it off of his own. Ana was quiet for a moment as he handed it back to her. "You make me smoke Father." She whispered, taking a slow drag off it and looking away from him. Aleksandar sighed and whispered so that Emily could not hear, "Go ahead....say it. I know that you are dying to scold me." Ana giggled quietly despite the obvious worry that Aleksandar saw was smothering her before saying, "You must not do as Vitya asks of you." Aleksandar had known she was going to say it...hell, he had been thinking it for some time as he stood outside his tent...but to hear her speak it out-loud made him uncomfortable, another emotion only Ana had ever been able to place in him. "I have no choice child. I owe Vitya..." Ana cut his words off with an angry sound from deep in her throat. "Do not give me that Father. You have raised me better than that...to believe such stupid words." She snapped up at him, but continuing to keep her voice a whisper. Aleksandar lifted an eyebrow at her, a silent warning with his eyes to be careful how she spoke to him and Ana looked away again. "What point would there be!?" He asked after a moment, meaning the words to stay in his head, but out of frustration allowing them to pass through his lips. "She hates me! And after what I have done to her, to the men under her command!? After I have humiliated her? Why would she not hate me!" "All of this can be fixed!" Ana hissed. "You told me that the men with her knew that she was being set up, and went along with it! You said that you had not known at first? That she was Vitya's daughter?" "I did not even know it was a woman we were looking for! I was not given any names save for Jason. A set up that Vitya ordered! The men were not supposed to be killed as well. They were supposed to allow us to capture this Jason person and then ONE Jason Marquez had to turn into a hero and I was ordered to kill all of them, save the girl... Whatever the reason, it still does not change the fact..." Aleksandar stopped, his frustration growing to a dangerous level. "Ana, you will go inside. Ready my Fiance for our trip, and I will be in in a moment to collect the both of you. Ponyal?" Aleksandar had begun to rub his temples in frustration again, allowing it to peak when he saw the blood drain from Ana's face at his tone towards her. She simply nodded, and turned to make her way back into the tent. "Your place, child, is not to question me. Do as I say." He said quietly, knowing that she could still hear him. "Do as you say...and not as you do Father?" She whispered back to him, and disappeared behind the flaps of the tent. Aleksandar stood there, not realizing for a moment that he had been stunned into silence. Ana had never spoken to him like that. "The world is going to shit." He snapped at himself as he doused his cigarette in the snow at his feet. He allowed himself a moment to take a deep breath in, slowly calming himself and placing the mask of the bastard that the young woman inside of the tent knew him to be back on. "and again..." He thought to himself, before turning and shoving the flaps of the tent open to stare down at the most beautiful, distraught, bruised and beaten Angel he had ever laid eyes on. She had collapsed onto the floor in apparent torment, and silently, he begged her to forgive him for what he was about to do. "Ah...my blushing bride...you look like you've had a rough night." He sneered down at her. Her eyes were blurred as she stared at the side of the tent, thinking of things far away from Russia and all of it's cruelty. "Nothing smart to say?" He asked coldly, bending to squat beside her well he inspected her. "Ee-'dee 'nahooy." The whispered curse reached his ears...fuck off, is what she had just said to him, in an obvious last stitch attempt at bravery. Aleksandar allowed a soft chuckle past his lips, and reached down to bury his hand in her hair and pull her to her feet. "Aleksandar!" He heard Vitya's voice ring through the night outside the tent and Aleksandar realized he had taken too long to get this finished... "I will teach you respect little bitch." He whispered into her ear when she turned her face away from him and refused to look him in the eyes. "Father." Ana's voice squeaked. Aleksandar did not awknowledge Ana, and instead dragged Emily from the tent, still clutching the handful of her hair and threw her down to the ground in the snow. Vitya was standing there, as Aleksandar knew he would be. "We have made it so that you can see your son! You are going to a place where you and your little boy...MY little boy, will treated like fucking royalty! And you show me such disrespect!" Aleksandar growled, his voice becoming colder than the Russian winter itself could ever hope to be. "Papa..." Ana whimpered, grabbing Aleksandar's arm. Aleksandar froze for a moment before letting the back of his hand fly and strike Ana hard across the cheek. Everything stopped for a moment. Ana held her hand tight across her cheek, staring at Aleksandar in disbelief even as Vitya placed a hand on her shoulder and pulled her away, nodding at Aleksandar to continue whatever it was that he was about to do. "If that is how you treat your daughter...then how may I expect you to treat our son, my dear...sweet...loving...Fiance..." Emily growled through her teeth as she got to her feet. Aleksandar stared into Emily's eyes, his heart pounding against his chest. This was turning into a mess... "Vitya...please be so kind as to escort Ana to the helicopter well I give this little bitch a lesson in manners." Aleksandar breathed dangerously, holding Emily still with his stare and hoping beyond hope that Vitya would comply. Vitya said nothing as he led Ana quietly away, and the moment he rounded the corner, Aleksandar's hand shot out and grabbed Emily as gently as he possibly could by the throat and pulled her close to him. "Understand this, Emily...your Father is a very dangerous man...if you do not obey me now, he will simply tell me to kill you. He keeps you around because he knows that you know something...this something is what is keeping you alive. I DO NOT want to kill you! But if he orders me to, I must. And he WILL order me too if you continue to make yourself a problem." Aleksandar whispered this, and sighed inwardly as he struggling began to slow. "You killed my men..." Emily whimpered, slouching against him in defeat, and he could see the fresh tears coming to her eyes. He had done that and more...he had made her life hell for the past 24 hours... "Yes...but there is more to all of this, and I think you already know that, and whatever Jason Marquez whispered to you, has something to do with it. I will ask you to tell me someday...someday very soon...but for now, we need to get you onto the helicopter so that you and I can get Uri tomorrow. For now, you need to look as though you have accepted your fate so that your Father decides you are not a threat to us. When we are alone...we will discuss EVERYTHING...Ponyal?" He whispered, absent mindely stroking her hair. Emily was very quiet, and it was making him nervous. If they did not get to the helicopter soon, Vitya would come back. "Please..." He began. " Da ya ponimayu, Aleksandar." Her answer was barely above a whisper, but it was something and he pulled her that much closer to him, before setting his hand on the back of neck and leading her away from the tents and fires, to the sound of the helicopter. This all was very confusing to him...and he knew that eventually he was going to have to consider the fact that this woman may end up getting him killed. * Someone from literotica sent me some anonymous feedback as of late addressing something that I did not specify very clearly in the last chapter. Emily's ribs are not broken. I meant to say that they felt as though they had been, but are not actually. To the person who wrote this wonderfully descriptive email, I really hope to speak to you again at some point. I cannot reply to anonymous emails. Hide and Seek Ch. 02 So here it goes...round number 2 ;) Thanks for the comments on the first part... really encouraged me!! I'm really sorry it took me so long.. And about the setting...you'll get to know it soon. Partly in this part, which makes this chapter quite a bit longer..so hang on ;) I promise the next part to get hotter again... _________________________________________ Jake was joking around with his friends, talking about football, flirting with the cheerleaders who have more in their bras than in their brains. And how should I say it...their tits aren't big to begin with, but still he was all over them. A low growl escaped my throat. He was acting like his usual self. Shit. "Hello?! Earth to Nathan." I groaned and shortly glared at Amy before refocusing my eyes on Jake. She giggled. "God damn it..what is it?" Amy grinned at me. I couldn't see it, but I knew her well enough to feel it. With a sigh I turned around completely. "Sorry Amy. What's up, hun?" Amy was...well... a typical beauty I'd say: she has gorgeous chocolate brown curls, soft, full lips and gentle brown eyes that come with extra long dark lashes. It's quite unbelievable that she chose to talk to me when I started school here. At first I assumed it was something about having a gay best friend or something and so I was royally pissed off when she clung to me. It took some time to figure Amy wasn't playing around. So she ended up being my best friend. Yeah I know. Sounds like a cliché. The beauty and the beast. Ha-ha. But it wasn't quite like that: this nice girl also figured a lot about me all by herself and so she got to know that I'm actually bi even though I'm always called fag by the endearing school jocks. At first, that fact made her a little uneasy (she naturally thought that I'd fall for her), but as soon as she learned I wasn't interested in having a relationship with either men or women, she was fine. "You've been staring at him all day. AND you've been in a lousy mood. It's become worse. And I thought you were over him already." "No I haven't." Even I didn't believe the crap that I was saying. Angrily, I took a bite of my sandwich. I hated being obvious. "Yeah of course. But never mind. Are you working today?" Yup. She knew where I'm working and what I was doing. Amy also knew what I was usually looking like. In school I wear a brown wig, which covers up my blond hair. While my natural hair is quite short and spiky, I chose the hair of my wig to be almost shoulder long and sleek. Besides always putting on clothes that cover my actually nice and toned body, I also wear colored contact lenses, although it seems a little paranoid. But I really have blue eyes that are something to remember. AND they're recognizable. To top off, I also have nerdy glasses. For me, it's important not to mix my work and private life with my school life. Teachers and students wouldn't appreciate me having sex with several men and women, as part of my job, which I shouldn't be doing in the first place. Easy to guess. It comes in quite handy for the situation with Jake, too. Oh, he would so freak out if he knew that I was the one who sucked his dick. I chuckled at the thought of his troubled and angry face. Suddenly I remembered Amy waiting for my answer and just kept a smile on my face. "Well...I think I am. Boss said something about Chris calling in ill." "Too bad. I really wanted to go shopping with you..." I rolled my eyes and laughed. Her sulking act was quite cute. "Can't help it. How about tomorrow?" "Sure. If you're still able to walk after tonight." She grinned, hugged me and left before I could even respond to that. Amy definitely knew too much. I shook my head and smiled to myself. Finally I could go back to watching my gorgeous Jock. Unfortunately, he was gone. This day was already sucking. I grumbled, grabbed my stuff and got up to get to my next lesson. At least I had P.E. so I could work some of my anger out of me. In the changing room almost all of the guys stayed as far away from me as possible. I snorted. Ignorant jerks. I knew some of them were at least bi, but they didn't go public which made me the only official 'fag'. Hurraaaaay. After most of them had left I quickly changed. Don't misunderstand, I have no problems with my body but the straight guys always seem to get distracted or uneasy. So I'm just being the nice guy. Finally, I got into the gym and stood slightly beside the gathering group of students and started to warm up my muscles. Normally I really loved sports because they put my mind at ease, which was just what I needed right then. After five minutes had passed, our teacher walked over towards us declaring that the teacher for the other sports class was ill and that those people would join us. Urgh. More idiots standing in my way. I can understand people disliking school sports, but do they actually have to stand around and gossip?? I couldn't quite believe that my mood could get even worse, but hearing those wonderful news, it did. So I ended up not paying any attention to the other group of guys now joining us. Normally P.E. was a nice chance to look at the bodies of the others and I used it well, but today they could have run around naked and I wouldn't have cared. Probably. "Okay guys!! Come here." Our teacher clapped his hands in an quite unsuccessful attempt to get us to listen to him. Finally his sharp whistle made everyone shut up. "I'll pair you up now..we can only do some basketball for today. So you'll be training individual techniques for one on one." I didn't quite listen at first but straightened when I heard the voice of a certain someone complaining. Okay, now THIS was going to be interesting. "Can't we just skip? This playing around isn't useful at all!" "Stop complaining Robinson. It will be good for your foot work. Nathan's your partner." I couldn't quite believe my ears. Coincidence is really a bitch. Well at least for little Jake. Maybe I was able to give him his first hints. Damnit. I was really smitten. Hints?! He didn't even appear to be eager to find me anymore. And his visit to my club was only two days ago. Two days. Stupid horny jerk! How could I ever think that I could get him to be interested in me? No hints. None. EVER. A grumble beside me pulled me out of my thoughts. I turned to look into those mesmerizing green eyes. The disgusted look in them would have hurt me if I weren't that used to it. Yeah, that's reality guys. I'm not that weak so I can take it. Still, if I wasn't interested in having a good education, I wouldn't be here. This isn't my world. If it were, I would wear my disguise at my work and not the other way round. But the fact that HIS way of thinking didn't change one bit yet, got to me... how lucky that I have a poker face and can even put on a smile at much worse situations. This guy will be begging on his knees for me! I caught the basketball Jake was throwing at me skillfully and dribbled it. Jake got into position, and I easily tricked him the first few times. Naturally, he had not believed me to be any competition to a jock like him. I started smirking. My black haired beauty only gave me an angry look. I passed the ball to him with a chuckle. Ladies and Gentlemen, here he comes. I was surprised he had quite a good technique, which made him almost successful in his attempts. Lucky for me, I wasn't bad either, which made him sweat. It was fun to watch him playing and I could easily take a good look at his glistening body. Oh yeah, that was a nice body. I could clearly see his abs and pecs through the tight shirt that clung to his torso. Sex. On. Legs. One moment I wasn't pay attention (he got me distracted enough as you can guess) and he hit me with his body. I struggled. Oh my god. I had to control myself not to pull him into my arms. The second he touched my body, I felt his heat through both of our clothes. But not only that..my heart beat wildly when I heard his low pants while running. Instantly, I remembered our hot make out session and my dick twitched in my pants. I groaned. And his alluring scent... Unfortunately my growing horniness had turned me into a klutz. I tripped because of his force that hit me and fell to the ground. I hissed as a sudden pain shot through my foot. For a short second my sight blackened. For real?! When I could see again, I slowly tried to get up. Again my ankle ached. How uncool. That phrase seems to become a regular thought when I'm being with Jake. Our teacher only glanced at us. He was busy trying to make the others at least able to THROW a ball. "Jake. Help Nathan get up and get him a ice pack." Yeah Jake. Help me god damnit. The whole time he snottily watched me from above. After eyeing me a few more moments he grunted and reached out his hand. I sighed with relief. I told you. He isn't THAT bad. Jake helped me to get up and even put an arm around my thigh to get me to the side of the gym. Still, he barely touched me and looked around nervously. Ahh. So he was afraid of actually being seen with a gay guy. Maybe he isn't that scared of 'fags'... Shit. That fall to the ground must have been harder than I thought. He isn't scared of gays, but of the thought to be gay himself or at least afraid of appreciating the 'service' of a man. I knew that well enough. As soon as we reached the side of the gym Jake let go of me, which made me stumble again. He glared at me and grabbed my arm until I found my balance. "Stop being so clumsy damn fag." So much for the hope of him being a good guy. I smiled sweetly at him. "So honey. Tell me. Who tackled me in the first place? At first Jake was perplex, than he growled angrily. Now if that isn't cute. Suggestively I raised an eyebrow. Unfortunately, he wasn't in the mood for teasing and left to get me something to cool my ankle. Within minutes I was sitting there alone, while he went back to playing. What a great day. Ice on my hurting foot, heat in my pants. ____ After I got through the rest of the day with my slightly sprained ankle, I walked to my car. I would have loved to see more of Jake, but today he was in total super-ass-mode. Maybe I had left an impression. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to be a good one. Jake was definitely pissed that I was better in basketball. Me, a nerd and gay on top of that. I hobbled towards my car when I heard someone approaching me from behind. Oh yeah. This would make my day. I tested putting more weight on my hurt foot. It only ached slightly. Good. I started humming when I put my bag down near my car and turned around. As I had suspected, my dear friends were right there. Around six football jocks were standing not far away from me with evil grins on their faces. I examined the group more closely. Just the usual suspects. I growled when I sighted Jake behind them. Moron. If you want to get in a gay's pants, you shouldn't beat up one of his 'colleagues'. Although he was looking around nervously, acting as if he were not part of this, he was with these dumbasses. "Oh helloooo Nathan. What a coincidence to meet you here on this wonderful day." The others laughed at this mocking greeting of their leader. Uh-huh, they really do think they're capable of sarcasm. So they were looking for trouble. Oh you guys. You chose the wrong time to anger me. I was still pissed enough by Jake's behavior and also still not in the mood to behave like the nerd that I looked like. Time to mess around. When the first of them approached me, I shoved the sleeves of my sweater up... I'll cut the next scenes because of the show of violence. ...Just kidding. But to say it short, I took them on, one after another. Like I said...I'm quite good at sports. If they'd attacked me all together I would have been in trouble. Luckily most of them have the intelligence of a brick, so it worked out. The only thing I'm saying about this is that I only defend myself and don't attack anyone who hasn't tried to hurt me. Sounds fair to me. "Holy SHIT!" One of the jocks gasped and rubbed a cut on his upper lip. He had just received my final punch. Sucker punch. I grinned at the thought. "You'll pay for that you damn son of a bitch!!" Almost right. I straightened so they finally realized that I was actually taller than them. Well, that's the reason I normally just let them hit me until they get bored. If I did it otherwise, like today, they'll want revenge. With a sigh I touched the few scratches I had earned from the fight and watched as they all left. Except for Jake. He was still staring at me like I was from Mars. My foot now again hurt like a bitch and I just wanted to get home. I sighed. "What's up Jake?" "Y-You...didn't hit me." "100 points for you, Sherlock." He bit on his lip. Does he even know how sexy he can look? I had a har time focusing on his reactions rather than on the thought of his mouth doing something Finally my black haired beauty smiled slightly. This guy seems to actually fear me a bit now. Not quite my plan...I guess I really am a moron. "Thanks. But would you tell me why you didn't kick my ass? I'm one of them you know.." What was this shit about? Don't tell me he just remembered that he has balls. As if he'd heard me, Jake looked shocked for a moment. "It's not that you like me, is it?" Okay, he remembered. And the fact that I'm gay. Oh yes that's true and I would love to kiss you right now and take you home with me so I can fuck you until morning. Instead of creeping him away with the truth, I laughed. "It's simple. You didn't hit me, so I didn't hit you." Jake looked surprised at first but then nodded slightly. He seemed to be lost in his thoughts for a moment. I used that occasion to take a step towards him. I felt the urge to get him to accept me and to submit. When he looked up again through his ridicul I hit him once. Angrily he hissed and glared at me. "And what was that for now?!" I chuckled. Even though I liked this guy, I didn't always like his behavior. "That is for being an asshole in P.E. " I winked at him and got an appreciative laugh in return. Strike. Way better than him being afraid of me. Who would have thought you have to hit the person you like? "See ya." "Okay Nathan. Take care of your foot." I smiled and felt warmth flow through me. Those were the first friendly words in a long long time that I heard from him. And the very first time he said my name so gently. My dick ached as I got inside my car. I was rock hard. Hide and Seek Ch. 03 Sorry this took so long to actually get out there for you guys. I have not forgotten you I promise, until recently things have been pretty busy, but I am going to have all sorts of time to write for you now! Yay! My muse has apparently disappeared into thin air as we both are prone to doing every once in a while. So, you know who you are, and I hope everything is going okay.) October 15, 2011 Diary, I was worried for nothing...staring at him as he sleeps...it all makes sense... It was dark before he came, so confusing and just...meaningless... but he makes the difference now. He's so special. I don't know how I am going to be able to step back on that C-130 again in a few weeks. I never used to hate the military, but that was before they had decided to send me on another useless mission. I'll be sitting there giving speeches about something no one is listening to me about, or doing paperwork that doesn't really need to be done, well my little boy is here. Quietly tucked away, nice and safe, right were I want him...right were I want to be. I wonder if he'll know me when I come home. He's going to be staying with his son of a bitch father Viktor. It's the only choice I have. I don't have time to make friends and I don't have siblings, so what else is there to do. But I swear...and I told him this in great detail...that if I come home and my Uri has just one hair out of place...one scratch... I don't feel like going through that again...I really wish I didn't have to leave him... Emily "Where am I..." She thought to herself, realizing to late that she had spoken it out-loud. Her throat was on fire, but so wasn't everything else. "Stay still." The strict snarl was enough to jolt her out of her daze, and Emily realized she was on her stomach, on some sort of a cot. Her eyes darted around Mikhail's tent, noticing that, if possible, the tent was somehow sealed up like a convent. "I said stay still, Emily." Mikhail...it was Mikhail, she realized this as his hand came down hard, but not as hard as she assumed it could have, on her ass. "You fell unconscious after I struck you the fifth time. I stopped then, but next time you lie to me I will keep going...unconscious or not." She felt his strong hands move down her sides gently, checking to see that the bandages he had just put there were properly placed, she assumed. Emily dropped her head onto the cot and sighed. "What is the sigh for Major?" Mikhail cooed the question as he stroked her matter hair. "I did not lie to you Mikhail." Emily voice was barely above a whisper, but she knew Mikhail would hear her. He was quiet for a few long and uncomfortable seconds before he said anything else. Emily felt herself tensing slowly...waiting for this man to lash out at her once more, but instead...she felt his breath on her ear. "For your sake...I hope not...I can be cruel Emily...to those who deserve it," Emily lifted her eyes to his and a slow smile played on his lips, "and to those who need it..." he added softly. "But your...Father...Vitya Mihailov...well, he taught me many things. I do not expect, that he will be very pleased to know that some stupid, American slut is claiming to be such a renowned man's daughter." Mikhail let his fingers trace a path down toward her shoulder blades as he spoke, his eyes watching her's intently. "You best hope, when he arrives here today, that he knows your face Emily." Mikhail stood then, grabbing his coat from the chair he had been sitting in and throwing it over his shoulders. "A girl named Ana will be here in a few hours to bath you and help you dress. The clothes she will bring have been very specifically and carefully chosen for you. I do not expect any arguments...ponyal?" He spoke in a business like manner as he made his way to the exit of the tent. Emily simply nodded. He had one foot out of the tent when he stopped and turned, and she saw in his eyes that he was thinking about something. It was only when that cruel light lit his eyes as he looked back to her once more that fear began to race through every fiber of her being. "I hope you are not lying Emily..." His hand slipped into his pocket, and Emily watched as he brought out the small picture that had been tucked safely away in her diary. "No..." She whimpered, fresh tears coming into her eyes. "No, no, no, no, no....leave him out of it!" She screamed, attempting to push herself up and off of the cot. "Uri...a good Russian name for a son..." Emily reached frantically to her side, deliriously looking for her side arm on her now naked hip. "You've nothing to worry about Emily...if you are not lying, then Uri can come to my home with us, but if you are lying...I do not think it would be best that you have privilege of ever seeing him again...that sounds like a fair punishment, does it not pet?" His words slithered through the air towards her as a snake would. How did he know? How did he find out? How...The though of her journal made it's way into her mind. It had been in her uniform when Mikhail's men had ripped it off of her. "I fucking hate you." She screamed, falling to the floor off of the cot and crawling to reach the small table across the tent where she had hoped would be some kind of a knife. He chuckled and made his way quickly towards her, stopping only when his shiny black boots where just under her chin. Emily froze, lifting her eyes slowly up his body and to his eyes. He shook his head when they're eyes locked, the smile slowly disappearing from his face. "You will learn your place, Emily...in Russia...you command no one. In Russia, you are the subservient...and in Russia...you belong to me now." He growled, and pointed at the floor. "Drop your eyes little slut. Kiss my boot and thank me for the beating I gave you." Emily glared at him and did not move until he lifted her chin with the steel toe end of his boot. "Or...I could take you back out there and let my men have a their way with you tied to that tree...your choice." He shrugged, dropping his boot. She felt her heart jump painfully into her throat then and dropped her eyes to his boot. She kissed it quickly and murmured a barely audible, "Thank you." but when she felt his fingers dig into her hair and shove her face back down against it, she knew it had not been enough. "You will show respect properly Emily, if you hope to gain any mercy from me. My mercy is something you want, I promise you...I can make your life heaven...or I could continue making it hell...make your choice." Mikhail snarled, shoving her face into his boot once more before freeing his hand from her hair. The tears came suddenly once again, but she dropped her lips to his boot and voiced as loud as she could manage with her raw throat. "Thank you for beating me..." "Thank you for beating me...what?" He coaxed, crossing his arms across his chest as he stared down at her. Emily could feel his eyes burning into her as the word slipped from her lips unbidden. "Sir." She heard a soft, "Mhmm." of approval, and flinched hard when Mikhail's arms came carefully around her, lifting her into the air and bringing her back to the cot. He had taken only two or three steps...she hadn't gotten as far as she had thought she had when she had began traveling across the floor the first time. He laid her gently on her stomach again. "You will stay there. Ponyal?" He asked quietly, pushing a stray strand of hair from her face as she nodded. "Good girl." He cooed and made his way to the exit, this time not saying anything at all. Emily was not sure how long she had been asleep when Ana woke her with a feather light shake of her shoulder. She was not quite sure that she had fallen asleep at all really. Ana lightly rubbed Emily's arm as she stared down at her. Emily's green eyes meeting icy blue ones. Ana was beautiful in her opinion. Her long blond hair hung down of her shoulders, framing her innocent porcelain face and curvy yet skinny body. She was dressed expensively, but all in black. "Your Ana." Emily stated and the girl smiled and nodded. She could not have been much older then 18. "It's time to get up now Miss Emily...Mikhail does not like to be kept waiting and I have very little time to get you ready as I have been instructed. I do not know what he expects me to do in these sort of conditions. To have a girl, prisoner or not out in such conditions is just..." Ana had helped Emily to her feet with surprising strength, and much to Emily's surprise, Ana was taller. Ana did not seemed to be focused on that though. Her eyes set on Emily's bruised face and body and her breath caught. "W...what did you do to make Master Mikhail so angry Emily?" She whispered, setting her hand gently under Emily's chin. She did not answer. She didn't have to she supposed. Prisoner's of war did not feel vulnerable...or violated after being hit by their captor who just happened to be man...it didn't work like that. A large brass tub had been brought into the tub containing steaming hot water. Emily focused her attention on this and sighed. Ana, thankfully, seemed to understand and lead Emily over to it. "Be careful when you step in...it hurts badly right after a beating of any kind...just do it slowly." Ana instructed, as Emily lifted her foot slowly to step in. "You sound like you have experience." Emily winced as she said this and Ana smiled. "Master Mikhail graciously took me into his home when I was very young...I was...very rebellious, and still can be sometimes...his discipline is swift, but fair." She giggled as Emily attempted to sink into the water slowly before setting her other foot in. "You say young? How young?" She groaned in pain as her other foot hit the bottom of the tub and Ana gripped her arm to keep her from slipping in. Emily spoke more out of an attempt to keep her mind off of how hot the water was...but she was genuinely curious about Ana. "I was eight..almost nine." Ana said proudly, moving behind Emily to hold her under her arms as she sank down into the water. "What?" Emily choked. She had known he was a sick fuck...but children? "No! No! Not what you are thinking," Ana giggled as Emily finally sat down in the water. "No, he took me away from the man my father had sold me too. He has never...and probably will never view me as one of his...girls. He will never touch me that way. My responsibilities are to do very well in the University he has sent me too and to refer to him as Master Mikhail in his presence, and Father to everyone else. He wants only the best for me." Emily stared up at her as Ana moved around her with a soft sponge and soap. "Master Mikhail is a very good man...in his own way. Just do not be disrespectful, just obey, and you will be perfectly fine. He is treating you better then the others already." Ana moved the sponge over her shoulders and arms, and smiled when she caught the glance Emily had given her. "The other girls, Emily, would have been left out in the cold, tied to that tree. He would not have been the one to bandage them...He would not have flown me all the way out here to come and help you bath and dress...he would have had his men do it..." Emily stared at Ana in horror and Ana nodded. "Be grateful, Emily. It will be what saves your life now." The rest of the bath continued in pleasant silence, and as Ana helped her step from the tub, Emily gave her a gentle embrace. "Thank you for your help..." and Ana simply smiled and nodded, continuing to dry Emily off. "Master Mikhail has given his permission to fore go a dress of some kind. It is far too cold out tonight, so I bought these for you." Ana said happily, as she laid a pair of leggings, black fur mid-calf boots, a long black V neck shirt dress, and a necklace with a small emerald pendant. Emily let her eyes drift up, and noticed Ana had the same one. "Black...is for the untouchable girl's in his life. The one's that if a man did lay a hand on, Master Mikhail would make their death...slow...and painful...He is very protective of us." Ana explained as Emily began to dress into the perfectly fitting clothes. Emily rolled her eyes at that and Ana reached out and to her surprise slapped her face gently. "Be grateful." She snapped. Emily dressed quickly, avoiding much more talk with Ana now as she did. "Master Mikhail prefers hair to be left down at all times." Ana whispered as she slipped the brush for the last time through Emily's hair. She set the necklace around Emily's neck a moment later, and together they stared at the transformation in the small mirror Ana held up for them. "He's going to be very happy when he sees you...and so wont your father..." Hide and Seek Ch. 03 So here it is... FINALLY. Whew. I'm sorry for taking so long, but I was really busy. Well. Now I've got summer holidays, so I'm off to work on the next part ;D oh yeah: this time it's Jake's POV. Hope you like it! _______________________________________________ One week. One whole week. And I still can't stop thinking about a GUY. Urgh. I guess I'm really smitten. Pisses me off. Gabe. That was all I got. A name that was most definitely fake, plus, one hell of a memory of a hot dude giving me head. "Stop running around half-naked and start getting ready, Jake, will ya?!" I awoke from my trance and turned around to give my flat mate Aiden a grin. We rented a small apartment a while ago, both of us trying to escape our parents. And right now, we were starting to get ready for the usual party night. "Oh come on. Just ten minutes ago you were sitting on the couch looking like shit. So don't tell ME to get ready." "Oh how mean Jake. You know the weekend always hits me hard." Aiden chuckled and started moving on. Shortly before he left my sight he stuck his head back through my door frame, his still dripping wet hair from his shower glistened softly in the light. I examined him carefully. He was hot. But still, I felt nothing. Sigh. At least it was Saturday. Time to party. "Well...you got any idea where you wanna head first today?" Electric blue eyes, a piercing gaze, a smirk that makes my chest feel tight. Gabe. I knew there was actually only one place for me to go. But well..I can't. Obviously. And not with Aiden. No, damnit. Not. EVER. With a growl I tried to get the image out of my head in the attempt to form a clear thought. Aiden raised his eyebrow. "Not sure yet. Let's just..not go to our usual area, all right?" I suggested. Shit. Damn subconsciousness. I guess I really wanted us to meet 'coincidentally'. "Fine with me." Aiden shrugged his shoulders and headed to his room. I wanted to see him again. I NEEDED to. I felt lost without his heat, the touch of his fingers on my skin, his lips on mine. A shiver ran down my spine. This is really bad. I don't even know why the hell I feel like this for him.. I still hadn't figured out why Gabe approached me on that day. I am straight. I never questioned that. Even though over the years I got to know, boys can attract me. But I never wanted it to happen. So it didn't. The occasional look was all what happened. Being gay is...well yeah. Gay. It's unusual. Not normal. Unacceptable. And now I had the feeling to have been brainwashed by a weirdo, who doesn't care who he's sleeping with. HELL NO. Sigh. I'm lost right now. It's usually not that hard to run from my feelings (It's easy to play the straight jock and walk away disgustedly), but that jerk of a host had me wrapped around his finger with his animalistic behavior. That guy really reminded me of a wild cat: not only his smooth movements and his beauty, but he felt so unapproachable, so...untamed. Definitely dangerous. ________________ "Wohoo. This is really one hell of a night." Aiden laughed, a blonde cutie on his lap. He had been flirting with her for a while now and definetely enjoyed it. "That's for sure." I answered grinning. We had been drinking for some time now and a lot on top of that. I was starting to feel drunk. At least my feelings and thoughts stopped circling around him. "Good idea to change locations. I like this club." I nodded silently and looked around. The club had several areas: dance floor, bar and more secluded space which was slightly heightened. That's where we were at. It had a kind of lounge feeling, with dimmed light, nice couches and low tables. Nothing too special actually, but there were a lot of pretty people hanging around or dancing to the really good music. And the drinks were exceptionally good. "Yeah. Me too." I took a sip from my drink. After looking once more over the crowd I faced the beauty to my left. She had nice brown hair and cat like eyes. Cat. Wild Cat. Where could there possibly be a connection? I grinned to myself. Uh-oh. And there he was back in my mind. Congratulations to myself. She and her friend on Aiden's lap had followed us from the dance floor, which we had occupied just a little while ago. Even though I don't look like it, I'm a passionate dancer and not a bad one either. "You're new here, right?" She looked me up and down once more and seemed to appreciate what she saw. I snorted and examined my clothes. A tight dark jeans and white button down shirt, with the top unbuttoned to reveal some of my skin. I shrugged. No idea how she got to that conclusion. Maybe she was a regular. "Somehow. " I took another sip and grinned. None of your business, baby. Luckily, she couldn't read thoughts. She was hot, but somehow strangely unsociable. In a way, this evening wasn't going too well for me. I had thought about having a one night stand just to get this damn guy out of my mind, but alcohol seemed to work well to this point, which is why I wasn't actually flirting like I had planned to. Too much work. My thoughts drifted off, when I suddenly heard a sigh. I managed to focus fast enough to see our ladies disappear. Oops. Aiden hit me brotherly and laughed. "Damn it, Jake! What's up man? You're really strange today. No, wait: all of last week." At first he grinned at his statement, but then, as I stayed silent, he looked at me with concern in his brown eyes. Ah what a good friend he was. "Yeah I'm sorry. You know..last weekend..I..met someone." Aiden almost choked on his drink. After being able to breathe again he laughed. Of course he did. Almost predictable. Love isn't that hard, right? Yeah. Haha. Ha. "That's all? Oh man. Go get her!" If he knew...Yeah...as if I'd tell him I'm hot for some dude. I've been living with him for only a few months. I only chose to live with him because he's going to another school and doesn't know any of my mates. Sounds mean. Is mean. But he's been my friend for some time now and it was really tiring to always act mean towards people who are different, but school is war. However at home I only wanted to relax. And Aiden was perfect for that. Easy going. Didn't want to risk that by telling him I might be attracted to guys. And staying at home with my parents was no option. But that's another story. "Not that easy bro. She's kind of a mystery. I don't even have her number. " "Okaaaay. That's not helpful. Well, you can't do anything at the moment so you can also start enjoying yourself, right?" Mh. He's right. I'm not able to chase Gabe in this state. And probably not in this place either. I gulped down the rest of my drink and at the same moment waved for a waitress to order a new one. "Or do you have any idea where she's usually hanging out? We could go there, you know?" "Nah. Probably wouldn't be a good idea. I mean, I'm half drunk already." "True. Good point." When I examined the club once more, my heart stopped. Oh. My. God. "Wh...what...?" Aiden frowned and looked in the same direction as myself. He gave an appreciative whistle. "That's really...impressive." His voice sounded far far (I'll cut it short: damn far!) away. Can't be true. No. No. NO. Even though closing my eyes for a second to form a clear thought I could still see his image. Gabe was at this goddamn club and I didn't know if I should be happy, because I really had prayed for this to happen, or if I should fear him and run since he was the cause of my stirring feelings. I literally froze, only staring at him like a freak. Gulping hard I eyed Gabe up. He looked like a freaking rock star. No, rather like something more paranormal. But what.. Trying not to gawk too much I examined his outfit. Well, Gabriel wore black, very tight, leather pants with laced up leg slits and a shirt which exposed more of his skin than it hided with its low cowl neck. But the hood of the shirt threw a dark shadow over his face. He looked just like what he was. A mystery. Suddenly I saw his eyes. It was a miracle how I managed to not back away instantly. oh wait. I can: attraction. Ha. Call me Holmes. Sherlock Holmes. Oh, back to the subject: they were red like fire. What the hell is going on?! "Hello, man?! Jake, you mind coming back to earth?" I heard laughter. I blinked several times and averted my eyes from Gabe. That took me one hell lot of strength. Aiden watched me with raised eyebrows. He took a sip of his drink and started talking. "That person really is something, huh? Gabriel doesn't have to put effort into standing out, but if he does, it's always extraordinary." My eyes shot up to Aiden. Yup. Extraordinary was just right, "You..know him?" My mouth went dry. Please.Please, say yes. I bit my lip. My roommate chuckled. "So even a straight guy like you is impressed? No I actually don't. I only saw him several times in clubs and so on. Before that I always thought he was just a rumor or something. Everyone seemed to exaggerate. But well, Gabriel works as a host. It's his job to be extraordinary." I tried to look not too interested and told myself to wait a few moments before asking more. Five. Breathe in. I'm not obsessed. Four, breathe out. I'm NOT gay. Three, breathe in.. No, not helpful. "So..what's he doing here?" I really hoped my voice didn't sound as shaky as I felt. I glanced over to Mr. I'm-sexy-and-I-know-it. Taking another deep breath I ignored my fastening heart beat and the shiver that ran down my spine. "Not sure. Probably luring in new customers. But usually he's just dressed in his own stylish way. Maybe they have a certain theme today..." Aiden focused his eyes and whistled once more. Even though fearing to be struck again, I slowly turned and took a look. I saw his lips move and instantly was reminded of our first meeting. A low groan escaped my throat as I felt my cock stirring. Oh please. I'm not getting this. Being attracted to guys is horrible. At least for me. But being attracted to THAT guy was even worse. I mean, he sleeps with anyone who pays enough and still is like the unofficial king of the city. And he's hot. No, must be the alcohol. Yup. Sounds plausible. I was half drunk last time, too. Let's just ignore the fact that he didn't leave my mind the whole week. "Hey Jake. I guess I get it now." Aiden had stopped looking over as a waitress placed my drink in front of me. I eyed my glass. If I drink more, I'll probably end up doing something very stupid. But well, it grants me some fun and makes it easier. To drink or not to drink. Fuck it. I'm not Hamlet. Wouldn't change much. He's working. He won't even talk to me if I don't pay. "What exactly?" "The theme. Their club is named 'Heaven&Hell'. Makes sense now. Gabe, Gabriel the arch angel. And see the other guy next to him? All dressed in white. I think he's named Raphael. They're angels." No they're not. Definitely devils. Or demons? Something evil at least. I grinded my teeth. "Uh. Sure. If you say so." I chuckled. It really fit him. Extraordinary. Pffft. He definitely has to be lying. A guy like him is not in my school. Bastard. We don't even have many people who have his height. And they are plain. Why did he lie? Now presenting: irrational thoughts of a half-drunk. Hell yeah. I focused once more on him, gazing up through my eyelashes. Gabe was eyeing the crowd while talking to the guy who was with him. Wait. What'll happen if he sees me? My heart stopped. I should get out of here. Fast. No more trouble. I lowered my head and watched my shoes. Urks. I felt dizzy from the drinks. And his appearance. Really paranormal. Who again had the idea to change locations? Oh yeah. Me. Damnit. "Hello my dear. Are you hiding from anyone?" Someone leaned over my shoulder and almost whispered in my ear. Is that..? I couldn't have been staring at my feet for so long, could I? He had been at the other end of the club, wasn't he? No mistake possible. Hello my sweetest nightmare. Shit. His voice got me hot. No. It didn't. I'm okay. Nothing wrong... Still I froze with shock for a second and listened to Aiden almost choke on his drink. While he was coughing I tried to get an acceptable expression on my face. Oh please. He's just a guy. Mh. A hot guy. Unfortunately. Damn alcohol. "I wasn't hiding. I just didn't feel like looking for you." I turned a little to be able to look at him. For a glimpse of a moment he looked pissed. Oops. That was a little harsher than I wanted it to be. Well. At least suits my homophobe image. Within a second he had put up his masquerade once more. See who's hiding now. "Oh Jake. How mean. Treat me a little better, will you?" Gabe chuckled and took a seat in front of me and Aiden, occupying the entire chair with his slender body. While I was staring at his bare chest, unwillingly of course, my roommate cleared his throat to get my attention. I looked up to him and shrugged my shoulders at his puzzled expression. "So you do know him Jake." No question. "Well, in a way. I don't know very much about him. Mostly what you know too: job and name. Gabe, this is my friend Aiden." "I think I know you. Have you been to 'Heaven&Hell' before, Aiden?" My host looked more closely. "No, but I've seen you several times in clubs and stuff." Gabriel looked him up and down and smirked. Aiden only raised his eyebrow suggestively. Oh man. I felt my chest tighten and it was hard for me to breathe. Wait. Was Aiden maybe bi? "Too bad." What?! I snorted silently and looked angrily at the two of them. Was he really flirting with my friend now?! Nah, wait. That's fine. He's not my possession and I don't want to be his. Calm down now. "And you are..a demon or fallen-angel-something?" I gesticulated towards him. Come on Gabe. Look at me. I unconsciously bit my lip while waiting for him to react. After one more moment he granted me my wish and faced me. He smiled even more. Shit. He knew. He had simply waited for me to act. "Too bad you also fell for the trick. But I could have guessed that depending on our last meeting." He sighed dramatically and showed us a kind of chain on his pants with a cross on it while his eyes revealed how amused he actually was. "We like to play with what people expect from us. You cannot judge everyone by looking at their outward appearance. Intern joke by the way. The little details make the difference." I raised an eyebrow and saw Aiden was looking confused too. What was he trying to say? "I actually am the angel." I saw how my friend was still puzzled while all I could do was stare at Gabe with disbelieve. He was definitely pleased by our reactions. After ages of silence I found my voice again. "Suits you. The outfit I mean." Again he laughed.It covered me with sticky sweetness. I smiled unconsciously. "But not the image of an angel?" I felt how my cheeks flushed slightly and turned away. Anger rose inside of me. How could he make me feel so coy and small? I don't even know him! He can't be that great. If he wouldn't be so damn good looking...I felt terrible. Drunk, angry and –last but not least- horny. Horrible combination. Time to run. "Not really. Excuse me." I got up and tried not to look at him while heading for the restrooms. Uhh. I guess I was more than just a little drunk. I stumbled around like an idiot. It didn't feel that bad when I was still sitting...Somehow I made it to the door of the man's restroom. Again, I bit my lip. I really should stop that. It would be bruised tomorrow. What if he followed me? I mean like in here and if he started kissing me. I gulped hard and slowly licked my lips. They would be even more bruised. I didn't look for him. He's pissed. Oh hell. Fuck stereotypes, fuck prejudices, fuck my fears. Slowly, I turned, my hands already on the door. He'll be looking. If he still wants me, he'll be watching me. Bit by bit I raised my head. I was a jerk. I am. He knows my behavior at school. He's just making fun of me. Probably laughing his ass off with his friends about the stupid guy who fell for the trick. I looked up towards where Gabe had been sitting. He was gone. Damn. Damn. DAMN. No amount of alcohol would help me erase this frustration. Angrily I stomped into the restrooms and walked towards one of the urinals. Wait, I should be happy. I would forget this in a few days and then, I could be myself again. No stirring feelings, no fears, no Gabe. I opened my jeans and started taking a piss. Me touching my dick was actually not the best idea. I was still horny after all. I groaned. This was neither the place, nor the time. With a sigh I started putting my rod back in. We should be leaving. This club is pissing me off. Well, he is. Suddenly, while I was still in my thoughts, I felt something touching my back. What the hell..? I hadn't heard anyone enter. I jerked forward immediately. Instead of gaining space, the heat behind me increased. I could hear the blood rush in my ears. Angrily I growled and tried to turn around, but a body bigger than mine pressed me to the wall, which forced me to pull up my hands to prevent myself from smashing into the wall. A shiver ran down my spine and I gulped hard. While I tried to figure a way to get out of the iron grip, I heard a snort. "You tried to run." Clear simple words. Still, it felt like ages until I understood. Oh crap. The touch felt now even more intense. A gasp escaped my lips as I could feel his body pressing onto mine. "No." "Yeah, sure. You're really stubborn. " I flinched as a sudden pain shot through my shoulder. Ouch!! He bit me. That stupid jerk actually bit me. Enraged, I tried to turn around once more. He can't be stronger than me!! With an angry hiss I escaped the grip on my hands and sped around. Whoops. This was actually worse. Gabe snorted only a few inches away from my face while his arms where still caging me. His eyes moved slightly, examining my face. I still breathed hard. The red eyes of the gorgeous man in front of me sucked me in without revealing even a single thought of his. Even though I longed to see his electric blue eyes, the red contacts were really something. Suddenly he shut his eyes and took a deep breath as if he was trying to focus. He was trembling. Fear? Anger? I used the moment to get myself back together. "Why did you come after me?" At least my voice sounded steady. If he wanted to play with a poker face, I could, too. He opened his eyes again, drowning me in their alluring depth. "You should know the nature of men. If something escapes, we'll want to chase it. As far as I'm concerned, at least." I started to chuckle. Really funny. Gabe was actually the wild animal I expected him to be. Surprise surprise. But who says I can't be the hunter? "If you're asking me, my dear Gabriel, I like to wait until my prey enters the set trap." I was almost proud of my answer when I started to realize I had to act according to it. This fact didn't scare me as much as I thought it would. I'll definitely stop drinking...Most certainly. Alright. I wanted him. Drunken people are so very honest... Without waiting for his reaction I put my hands around his mesmerizing face. I pulled him towards me, gripping his hair. Not really a gentle way. Gentle would make me feel too attached. This here would have to happen fast, rough. My fascination for him was bound to vanish sooner or later. I could escape his presence faster by having him at least once. I'm not the type for relationships. And definitely not with a guy. Sex has always cut my ties to those people whose bodies attracted me too much. I closed the short distance between our bodies, bit his lip and teased him by pulling it. His eyes burned with desire and lust as he let me play my game. After another deep breath I pressed my lips against his, pushing him backward until he reacted by pinning me once more to the wall. I groaned and opened my mouth to get him to share an even more passionate kiss. My senses started to tingle when Gabe started to groan with lust and I felt his arms pulling me into him. God. What a damn good kisser he is...My blood was boiling. Only this once, right? Hide and Seek Ch. 03 I broke the kiss for a moment, gasping for air, opening my eyes slightly only to see him staring at me with intensity, which made me want to surrender. But today was my night. My game. My rules. In other words: I was trying to tame a beast. He leaned forward in the attempt to kiss me once more. I only chuckled and shoved the little cloth left on his shoulders off, just to scratch his chest slightly with my nails. Gabe froze for a moment, then shuddered. Gabriel laughed and went to work on my neck. Damn. He was fast. Before I could prevent it he was sucking on my sensitive skin. My head fell back as I moaned with delight. Suddenly I remembered that I was trying to get him to follow my rules and pushed a hand in his tight pants. He hissed and let go of my bruised skin. Once more Gabe growled as I licked my lips tantalizingly, inviting him to kiss me. Without hesitation he went for it. Suddenly, I heard chatter and laughter in front of the door. My head shot around, trying to find out where this noise was coming from, when I remembered we were still in the restroom. THE RESTROOM. Some of my blood seemed to rush back to my brain, but not enough to actually think. Gabe grabbed my shirt and pulled me in one of the cabins not far from us. He closed the door and pushed me against it. As I wanted to protest he simply shut me with a kiss. I could hear the restroom door opening and someone entering. Shit. Fear rose inside of me. I definitely lost control of the situation. Adrenalin rushed through my veins causing me to tremble terribly. Gabe started grinning, still kissing me. Of course HE wasn't scared. Angrily I tried to push him off. He only reacted by putting his hands in my pants. Good god. I bit my lip. Not again. No, no, no, no. I almost came at the exact moment he put his slender fingers around my crotch. With his free hand he grabbed my chin and made me look up into his eyes. Every thought I had seemed to vanish as he softly kissed me. Only one thing remained in my head: surrender. And there was nothing I longed more for. Even though I still heard someone in the vestibule, I relaxed and closed my eyes. With all my senses I tried to take the moment in. Gabriel gently kissed me and started moving his hand. I suppressed my moans by biting my lip. Unexpectedly I felt his second hand on my butt. Directly. He didn't waste time with reassuring me. Gabe seemed to know that I wouldn't resist him for the moment. He tenderly urged me to turn without removing his hands. I followed his instructions. I'm such a fool. I knew it was in his nature to let me fall once he had me. But I couldn't push him away. I simply couldn't. I groaned as he removed one hand to open my trousers and to push them down. Then he pulled my shirt up and took a few seconds to caress my back. With a puzzled look I stared at him over my shoulder and saw him lick his fingers. Oh god. He was sexier than any woman I have ever known. How should I ever escape his grasp? A low moan escaped my lips as I felt his fingers at my hole, smearing his saliva on it. My heart raced. I heard his heavy pants and at the same time the man outside of the securing door in front of me. It was highly arousing but at the same time scared me like nothing else. Unknowingly I placed my hands on the door for support. Gabriel gripped my cock more tightly as one of his finger slipped past the muscle of my hole. I tasted blood and realized that I had still bit my lip. But unexpectedly the touch felt damn good. Finally I heard the man leave and after the door closed I let the long held back groan out. Gabe chuckled near my ear as he was leaning over my back, his naked skin barely touching mine. Longing for his warmth I pushed back against him. I moaned. Only then I remembered having a finger up my ass. His hair tickled me when he kissed my neck. Another finger entered me and all I could do was gasp for air. This was really embarrassing. He had me, without question. I feared losing myself. This is not me... Tenderly he moved his hand and stretched my hole as if he was looking for something. All of a sudden I moaned uncontrollably, when a sweet sensation rolled over me. Again, I shuddered and moaned. Was this sound really coming from me? Now that he had found what he had been looking for, Gabriel rubbed my prostate with every movement of his. My knees became weak, my breath became even faster. This felt too good to be true. Who knows? My thoughts were only swirling in my brain at this point, leaving me even more helpless. More precum leaked out of my dick and ran over the slender fingers that teased me. My motion became less voluntary as I thrusted more violently for- and backward between his hands. Restraint? No, thanks! Who needs pride? Oh, not me! DAMN!! All of my muscles tensed and my hands on the door were clenched into almost painful fists as I cried out in pleasure. Then, I held still for several seconds, still breathing heavy. I had come once again by his hands. Exhausted I leaned my head on the door. I could hear him breath, then he sighed heavily. I frowned and tried to turn around, but he stopped me by putting one of his arms around my belly, kissing my neck once more. Suddenly Gabe started cleaning me up with some toilet paper. "You should leave now." What the hell was going on? I felt humiliated and embarrassed, even though it had felt damn good. I had submitted to him and now he only wanted to send me away? "What..?!" "Leave. NOW. You know the rule. I won't be yours and I'll never have you only if you're not willing to look for me. And if that's not what you want, you'll have to pay in the future." Gabriel sounded angry and frustrated. That's my part, isn't it?! He pulled up my pants and unlocked the door. I furiously stared at him, but he didn't even face me. "Take care. And Jake : preys in traps tend to bite." Anger rose in me and tears were filling my eyes. Angrily I wiped the tear off that actually ran down my cheek. I was no stupid girl and he was just a guy. This can't be me. Why should I cry for him? I laughed with disbelive. My feelings were out of control. BAMM. Yup. This was me. Slapping him like a teenage girl who was dumped. Great. For a short second I felt better, but it didn't last. Silently I stared at him, our eyes locked. I was waiting for a reaction. Again, I only could see his poker face, which revealed no thoughts. I hissed, bursting from frustration. "You're such an asshole!" I stomped out the door. Damn jerk! How could I have been smitten like this?? He even fingered my ass! Humiliation was no word for what I felt. I'm such an idiot for believing we could be equal. My rules? Pah. Fuck it. As if he would do what I want him to. Still, I knew three things: I wanted him. I kind of needed him. And last but not least, I knew that before I ever went near that bastard again, I would prefer biting off both my legs. Shortly before the door to the club I bumped into something. Annoyed I looked up just to see once more Gabriel's beautiful face. It had certainly softened, but I was still pissed from his strange reaction. "You wanted me to leave, Gabe. It's what I'm trying to do here. So stop blocking the damn door!" I tried to walk around him, but he hindered me from getting any further. "I'm sorry, Jake." His voice was soft and pleading. Out of the blue my gorgeous host grabbed my collar and pulled me near him. Reluctantly I stared up to him, my eyes still teary, my cheeks flushed from anger. "You're really stunning." I bristled with anger and tried to look away. This was not what I wanted to hear right now. Never the less my heart beat wildly, what enraged me even more. One compliment and everything's okay? Not with me dumbass. I felt him touch my cheeks, unbearably gentle. Gabe framed my cheeks with both his hands now and forced me to face him. To my surprise he gave me a soft kiss, which melted my anger for the moment. Hungrily I opened my mouth and let him in. Damn reflexes. As I started to feel lightheaded he pulled away once more. Gabe smiled a bitter-sweet smile. "I'm sick of being lost. So come and find me." He opened the door and vanished into the club, leaving me confused, with weak knees and another raging hard-on. Hide and Seek Ch. 04 ((Hello everyone and thank you for being so very patient with me well waiting for this chapter. I must admit that I have become a little caught up in the other story that I am writing but I promise I will not take that long to update this again...unless of course the world ends or I get abducted by aliens. Then I have absolutely no say in the matter. So I have noticed that I have labeled these stories BDSM for some reason, when I should have been labeling them Non-Consent/Reluctance. Yes, I have seen this error, so please do not email me telling me how horribly evil my characters are and how terribly un-bdsm like this story is. Don't want to hear it! I already know! But, for the sake of continuity, I am going to continue labeling them as such. Yes, this chapter does not have all the wonderful erotic stuff we love, but trust me, it's coming, just had to get some of the details out of the way first. Hope you enjoy! )) "The past is strapped to our backs. We do not have to see it; we can always feel it." ~Mignon McLaughlin Emily stared up at her as Ana moved around her with a soft sponge and soap. "Master Mikhail is a very good man...in his own way. Just do not be disrespectful, just obey, and you will be perfectly fine. He is treating you better then the others already." Ana moved the sponge over her shoulders and arms, and smiled when she caught the glance Emily had given her. "The other girls, Emily, would have been left out in the cold, tied to that tree. He would not have been the one to bandage them...He would not have flown me all the way out here to come and help you bath and dress...he would have had his men do it..." Emily stared at Ana in horror and Ana nodded. "Be grateful, Emily. It will be what saves your life now." The rest of the bath continued in pleasant silence, and as Ana helped her step from the tub, Emily gave her a gentle embrace. "Thank you for your help..." and Ana simply smiled and nodded, continuing to dry Emily off. "Master Mikhail has given his permission to fore go a dress of some kind. It is far too cold out tonight, so I bought these for you." Ana said happily, as she laid a pair of leggings, black fur mid-calf boots, a long black V neck shirt dress, and a necklace with a small emerald pendant. Emily let her eyes drift up, and noticed Ana had the same one. "Black...is for the untouchable girl's in his life. The one's that if a man did lay a hand on, Master Mikhail would make their death...slow...and painful...He is very protective of us." Ana explained as Emily began to dress into the perfectly fitting clothes. Emily rolled her eyes at that and Ana reached out and to her surprise slapped her face gently. "Be grateful." She snapped. Emily dressed quickly, avoiding much more talk with Ana now as she did. "Master Mikhail prefers hair to be left down at all times." Ana whispered as she slipped the brush for the last time through Emily's hair. She set the necklace around Emily's neck a moment later, and together they stared at the transformation in the small mirror Ana held up for them. "He's going to be very happy when he sees you...and so wont your father..." The snow was falling softly when Ana and Emily exited the tent, almost as though it were trying not to offend the very fiend who held control over her whole world at that moment. It tiptoed quietly around them, setting like a crown a top her hair. Her eyes wandered along the tree line, slowly trailing there way to a fat guard rubbing his hands together against the cold before bringing a cigarette to his lips. Under normal circumstances, it may not have taken much for her to pry the man's handgun from him and make her escape, but she was weak...she felt it, and was certain that her friend Mikhail had wanted to keep it that way. Mikhail...perhaps if she ran...the cold would kill her...he would never be able to touch her...or she could wait and kill him... "You have the eyes of a wolf...just like Master Mikhail..." Ana's sweet voice broke into her bitter thoughts like the shattering of glass. "He has already sent for your son, Emily...I do not think it would be wise of you, as soldier or mother to run now. He would never hurt Uri of course...but the winter would kill you and he would never see you again." Ana set her hand on Emily's arm as they continued walking through the maze of tents. "Please don't talk about my son Ana." Emily replied coldly. The tent that they made there way towards was very large, spilling light through it's various openings onto the snow in front of the two women. It was not filled with the drunken laughter Emily had become so accustomed to hearing at night in the other tents, just the distant sound of a small crackling fire and voice's speaking in hushed tones. "Wait here, I will go and see if they are ready to see you yet." Ana instructed and Emily rolled her eyes. As if she had anywhere else that she had to be that night. Ana disappeared behind the flap of the large tent and Emily crossed her arms and turned back towards the forest. "Go southwest...Vyborg...find Vitya Mihailov, safe house...set up...sorry..." Jason... He could not have known that Vitya Mihailov was her father, and she wondered if Mikhail knew that this man he claimed to be his mentor was in fact that one that Jason informed her would keep her safe from Mikhail. Emily had not see her biological father since their very first meeting on her sixteenth birthday. Her adoptive parents had made it very clear in their will that if anything should happen to them, then Emily's real father was to be contacted. The day after their death's, a car accident, Vitya made his way into the house Emily had been raised in and did not say a word to her. Emily attempted to keep herself calm, remembering that it seemed as though he refused to even look at her. Was she that much a disgrace to him? That much of a mistake? He spoke only to the lawyer taking care of the lose ends of the will...she was last lose end. "Saint Teresa's school for Girls, in Gloucester, Massachusetts. All she needs will be taking care of, including her transportation there. All I ask you to do, is to make sure that she makes it to the front door so my driver can pick her up." "If there are any problems, call this number." Her father handed a business card to the lawyer and left as swiftly as he had come. "Emily...Emily..." Ana took Emily's arm, gently pulling Emily out of herself. "Come...they're ready for you." The tent was bright, giving it an almost fake aura of warmth about it. Emily did not find anything about the whole situation warm at all. There was a long table set up on the opposite side of the tent where only the two men where busy eating and talking quietly over the impossibly large feast set over the table in front of them. Mikhail's face was freshly shaven, and was dressed in neat, expensive looking black suit that would seem very out of place for such an environment. The man sitting beside him had stopped eating the moment the two girls stepped back in the tent. Vitya looked to Emily to be in his late forties as he sat at the table. His hair was gray and tidy upon his head and his eyes as icy blue, stern and judgmental as she had remembered them. He also wore a black suit...just as she remembered him. His jaw was set tight, with a slight tick as they traveled over her, accessing her carefully. "Do you see why I would have had my daughter attend a University instead of joining a bunch of men where women do not belong, Emily?" He sighed, lifting his glass to his lips to take a sip, "Would it have been so hard for you to just obey me?" Emily crossed her arms as the two girls stopped just a few feet away from the table. "Nice to see you too, Papa." Emily said coldly. Something crossed over Mikhail's face out of the corner of Emily's eye, but it was gone before she had a chance to figure out what it had been. "So, she is your daughter then, Vitya?" Mikhail asked softly, the respect he held for this man evident in the tone of his voice. "Oh yes, this is my Emily..." Vitya stated, turning back to Mikhail and obviously excusing Emily. "Well that's lovely then. So you can send me back to the US then." Emily stepped forward before Ana could grab her, the two's talk ceasing quickly as both their eyes turned to her. Mikhail's held a very clear warning, but her father almost looked as though he would being laughing. "Oh...I do not think so Emily. Look at what my allowing you to stay in America has brought you so far, and the fact that you left my grandson with that piece of filth excuse for a father well you came over here to pretend to be a man...No...no...I think other arrangements must be made." Her father held his hand out across the table to her. Emily tried to quell the sick feeling rising in her stomach. He was going to win, and they both seemed intent on using Uri against her. She lifted her hand shakily and set it in her Father's, allowing him to pull her closer to the table. "It has become obvious to me, Emily...that you are not capable of being without a...guiding hand, if you will." Vitya explained, and from the corner of her eye, Mikhail was trying desperately to hide the triumphant smile now beginning to cross his face. "What are you saying Papa..." Emily choked, staring in horror at the old man. "What I am saying, Emily, is that this will work out for everyone. I plan to leave all I have to Mikhail should anything ever happen to me," Vitya paused before continuing, seeming to think carefully about what to say next. "Mikhail needs an heir, which he already would have in Uri, and I need my daughter and my grandson to be in my life. Uri needs a father and a proper mother. So you see...it would work out for everyone." Her father explained this all like it was the simplest sounding thing in the world. "Don't I have a choice in any of this?! You would have me marry the man who slaughtered my men! Who...who has raped me and beat me?! You would have that fucking bastard be the father of my son?!" Emily screamed, tears trailing their way down her face. Mikhail had, in the time of her little outburst, removed himself from his seat and began making his way around the table towards her. "Please....please Emily, please calm down...we will go back to the tent and talk about it together..." Ana began to beg her quietly, but it was too late. Emily's face paled as she followed the interest in Vitya's eyes towards the swiftly walking man of her nightmares coming towards her, his own face carefully calm. "No...no...no! Sir I'm sorry!" Emily whimpered desperately, the tears beginning to flow freely down her face. His long fingers were fisted in her hair in a flash as he yanked her in the direction of her Father. "Now...apologize to your father Emily." Mikhail snarled against her ear, giving her a hard violent shake. "I...I apologize Papa..." Emily said, very softly and Vitya simply nodded. "Do not make me get up to correct you again." Mikhail warned, and left go of her hair. He cast a warning glance at Ana before returning around the table and to his seat. "I would ask that you return to your home in Moscow with me tonight Mikhail. My grandson will be arriving three days from now, and I have promised him that his Mother and real Father will be there to collect him." Vitya swallowed down the rest of the clear liquid he had been drinking. "Yes of course, my Friend. Ana, take Emily back to my tent and both of you wait there for me." Mikhail ordered with a wave of his hand in their direction. Ana tugged Emily's hand hard, not waiting for protest as she pulled her from the tent and saying nothing until they had entered Mikhail's quarters. "Breath...breath Emily..." Ana quickly attempted to sooth the girl as Emily feel to the floor on her knees and burst into tears. "I hate him!" Emily sobbed when Ana knelt beside her and wrapped her arms around her. "Shh! You will not hate him when you see how he is away from these...conditions. You will see Emily...you need to only obey him and he will treat you like you are the most special woman in the world. Your son will want for nothing! There is nothing to mourn, Emily." Ana tried to convince her, but Emily only cried harder. "Please Emily...if he sees you crying like this when he comes, it will only remind him that he is supposed to be angry with us...please calm down...I will be there with you all the time, I promise! You can do this, I will help you." Ana whispered, rocking Emily in her arms. "I hate him, Ana..." Emily sobbed, and Ana sighed. "I promise he is not what you think he is Emily, you will see...you will see..." Ana whispered. ((So I hope that you enjoyed this Chapter! If you did, please rate and LEAVE COMMENTS! If you have any suggestions for characters or any other such idea's for this story, please let me know! Love hearing them!)) Hide and Seek Ch. 04 Okay. I have to admit I messed up the age thing...I mean, Jake's in my eyes old enough to drink, but that's because I'm German and we're allowed into clubs and for drinking with 18. sorry for that. I will no longer promise to do the next part faster because it seems to make me unreliable ;) The first part this time can be seen as a kind of...sequel. It is there to make up for the lost time. At least a bit. Enough babbling. Enjoy! __________________________________________ "Ughh..." Panting, heavy breathing. "You okay?" Skin on skin. My lips all over his back. I feel like I'm burning up. "Stop talking damnit..put it in!!" His hand reaching for me broke my concentration. I couldn't help myself. I couldn't restrain myself any longer. I didn't want to. I pulled out my fingers and bit his neck tenderly. He arched his back and wiggled his ass subconsciously, moaning. "You really ready?" "Yes goddamnit!! Put it in..please!" He glanced towards me through his messy black hair, a look in his eyes that could make any guy lose control. Sexy would be a huge understatement. I placed my throbbing cock at his entrance and put a hand on his back. Slow now, no mistakes. He has to enjoy this. I groaned while ridiculously slowly pushing forward. I meant to be gentle. Very gentle. Impatiently he started pushing back. I popped through his first tight ring and he moaned. Pleasure? Pain? Stopping I leaned forward and caressed his back with my lips: kisses, bites. I would never let those marks fade. Again he pushed and I growled. He would pay for his teasing later. I bit down harder and at the same time digging my short fingernails slightly into his shoulders and now he growled lightly. With a content chuckle I pushed forward, now holding his hips with both hands to control his movements. I could sense my darling was not yet ready for the real fucking. The panting increased, the heat radiating from his skin making me lose all my senses for a moment. I was halfway in and I could feel him writhing underneath me, his eyes tightly closed. "You okay?" "Don't know. It feels weird. Hurts a little." I made a grimace. Reaching for his dick I held still to let him adjust to my size. Slowly, I started stroking him, running my thumb over the head and following down a thick vein, finally grabbing the base and adding pressure. As I felt the tension leave him I took a deep breath. Final shot. I pushed forward, burying myself entirely in his depths. Again he arched his back and moaned loudly. When I shifted a little his head shot back, his mouth a perfect O, his eyes wide open, and a relieved grin spread on my lips. Probably not that hurtful anymore. Unhurriedly I pulled back and felt him move with me. I roared and stopped myself from immediately pushing back in. He clenched down on my groin with his muscles as I changed the angle and hit his sweet spot. My lover moved uncontrollably for a few seconds from the pleasure, breathing hard. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back for long, I had been waiting for far too long already, so I slowed down the speed of my thrusts even more. He felt it and pushed back with much more force, obviously trying to make me enjoy this. Angrily roaring I turned him around, my cock still buried deep inside of him. With a sound of surprise he tried to hide his eyes with his hands. Calmly I pulled them of his beautiful face, revealing thin traces of tears on his cheeks. With a sigh I bent down and licked them off, then starting to kiss along his jaw line. I hovered above those beautiful lips, glancing into his eyes before softly connecting our mouths. With a gentle bite I pulled on his lower lip, then slid my tongue in-between and waited for him to let me enter his mouth. Finally he answered my pleadings and allowed me to wrestle with his tongue. Our kiss deepened even more. With pleasure I felt his muscles ease beneath me. I started increasing the force that made my hips collide with his butt. Our bodies slammed together harder, faster. We enjoyed the feel of each other now and while forgetting all of our surroundings we only felt. Skin, heat, breath, lips, sweat. I was aware of his climax approaching soon after I continued hitting his sweet spot and pounded into him with increasing speed when he suddenly arched his back uncontrolled, clenching me inside and bucking while he found release. I was so near to the edge and wanted that same feeling he was experiencing right now. My heart raced and I could feel the pressure building up to an unendurable height. Then he lazily rotated his hips and I... ".. I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones, Enough to make my systems grow..." I opened my eyes, panting heavily, trying to find out where the hell I was and why I wasn't sensing any feeling of release. I grimaced, shutting my eyes tightly. But the fucking noise finally succeeded in its attempt to bring me out of my dozing. "..raise my flag and don my clothes, It's a revolution I suppose, We're painted red to fit right in.." Damn. Another fucking dream. In more than one sense. I grabbed my phone and choked of the song set for my alarm. I slowly sat up, placing a hand on my forehead, masking my eyes to regain the luring darkness of the dream I just woke up from. The feel of his skin still lingered on my hands and lips. Agony. Reluctantly I pushed my blanket off me and lumbered to the bathroom. I definitely would have to change my sheets when I got back. Damn dreams. Jake's seducing had left me willing to go at any second. Unlucky as I was, this distance I was still somehow trying to keep seemed to stimulate my senses and he penetrated my thoughts even more frequently. After getting rid of my shorts which were soaked and sticky I got into my shower, washing away the rest of my midnight fantasies. I lazily stroked my still tingling dick, trying to find the release that my mind refused to give me while asleep. Within seconds I shot my load and watched it flow down the drain. Huh. What a metaphor. I smiled to myself, shutting off the water and fumbling for a towel. I needed a better plan. The first one was crap to begin with. But if "plan A" didn't work, the alphabet has 25 more letters. __________ Ouch. I groaned as I got out of my car. I didn't even want to think about the fact that it was Monday and I wasn't lying in my bed like I would have preferred to. This beasty day always took away the sleep that I really needed after a weekend full of work. I stretched lazily and looked at my freshly bandaged foot that stuck out from underneath my pants. Sigh. It began to hurt again like a bitch after I'd walked through town all evening on Saturday. Oh yeah. That evening: After I left Jake in the restroom I looked for Raphael and took my place next to him. He frowned and I smiled in reply. He knew me quite well and easily guessed what I'd been doing. I glanced at the door and saw my hottie leave in a rush: red cheeked, flustered, embarrassed. Oh damnit. Had I made it worse? "Aww Gabriel. Did you have to tease that poor boy?" My co-worker chuckled. I frowned. Yeah, I had to. My feelings for him were deeper than I had thought. I really wanted to have him by my side. But I've a nagging fear that he isn't quite willing... After those disturbing thoughts and the realization that I wanted him to overcome his fears to be with me, I finished my work. I still was a professional and so I earned my money the way I always do: that night I slept with an elderly man, who wanted to be dominated. Sigh. I was horny as hell after Jake's little performance, so it was an easy job, but there was only one person on my mind. Now guess who. Haha. Yeah...so that was it. Sleeping around, getting paid, and thinking of him. Useful weekend. Yippieh. I looked around, waiting for the people to get in their classrooms. It was already late enough and I normally disliked being late, because that meant to have everybody staring at you when you enter the room. Bad idea. But I just needed to see him. Unlucky as I am, he didn't appear. Damnit. Frustrated I hobbled towards the entrance with my head down. What the hell was I going to do about him? After the weekend it was quite clear what I felt for him: I was smitten, head over heels...the complete idiot program. I just didn't know what happened in that club. I mean, Jake was jealous because of his friend, he looked for me, he took the initiative and then let himself be used by me. Was it just the alcohol? Or maybe it was the start of his acceptance? THAT would be great. Just like all dreams are. When I entered the building I took my time with getting to my classroom. Have I mentioned how unlucky I am on Mondays? So as I finally walked into the room my teacher freaked out about my being-late. Blah blah blah. When he finally shut up I snorted and took a seat, not listening a second to his oh so wonderful lesson. The horror went on for the next few hours and my mood was at its lowest when it was time for lunch. I strolled to a table and waited for Amy. Maybe she could rescue the day. Improbable, but possible. She scolded me a lot lately. Well, she knew what was going on with Jake and I'm basically being the bad guy by tempting the innocent school boy. Uh, yeah. Sure. I chuckled. Amy still had a lot of fun because of the situation...being an insider and all that. Again, I scanned my surroundings and finally I found something worth my attention. A smile spread on my lips. Jake was sitting there with his head resting on the table, facing away from anyone being near him. Strange. My beauty was rather the social type: even though he ended up with the wrong people (from my point of view at least) he was never isolated. He looked truly cute. But lonely. I felt the urge to go over to him. I would really like to, but I don't think HE would like that. Shit. If the boy knew...if he just knew. I mean: I know I'm wearing a disguise to cover up my real appearance, but my face is still the same and the height, too...Maybe it was because I was mostly sitting when he was around? Huh, no. Stop kidding yourself. It was rather because he never spared me a second glance before. Maybe I should help him a little? The 'game' was slightly unfair at the moment...However Jake still needed to prove that he wasn't just a jock who never cared about anyone or anything but himself and his pseudo-friends. "Hey there beauty." Ahh. Amy. Finally. "Oh honey. I told you so many times already: no stupid jokes on Mondays!" I winked at her and she hit my head teasingly. I already started feeling better. "Pah. You're gorgeous. And you know that quite well." "If you say so." I laughed and let her hug me. At least someone was willing to touch me. "And now tell me: what's up with your sweetheart?" She followed my gaze. "I hope he's thinking about me." "Of course he is. But why the hell is he looking so worked up? I mean...he should be busy looking for you." "Yeah. He should be. " Once more my eyes rested on the face that never entirely left my thoughts. After a moment of silence she hit my head again. "Oh. My. God. What the hell did you do this weekend?!" And that's why I love and hate her: she knows exactly when something's going on. I slowly licked my lips and faced her with my half-assed grin. Amy simply blushed until she was red like a tomato. Yup. She knows me pretty well. "You have to tell me every detail!! I'm so curious. Why didn't you call me?!" "Because you would have fainted?" I chuckled. She was such a fangirl sometimes. "Yeah..I guess you're right." She joined my laughing and then gently pushed me of my seat. "What are you doing honey?!" "I'm pushing you towards your luck. Come on. Go talk to him." I sighed and got up. Fuck. She knew I wanted to sit down next to him and chat casually, but it hadn't been too long ago when he despised me for being who I am. Lately the sport freaks didn't try to fuck with me yet they all continued with their hateful attitude. Well, except for Jake. After I beat up his friends he wasn't the same towards me. All right. He WILL get used to me. With another deep breath I walked to his table, approaching him from behind. When I saw the hickey and the bitemarks that I left on him I couldn't resist whistling. I did a great job there. With a sudden movement he straightened up and turned around with a distracted look on his face. "Whoa. Slow down." I smiled sweetly. He only frowned and glanced around. After another sigh I continued. "That's quite a hickey you have there. Must be a very possessive person." Slowly I sat down beside him. This wasn't going too well right now. When he finally decided that his reputation wasn't threatened, he relaxed and rested his head back on the table but kept on facing me. He looked really tired. Did I really mess him up that bad?! "Yeah..that person is difficult." Thank you for the flowers. I examined him carefully. Jake brushed back a strand of hair and watched me with awareness. He didn't quite trust my behavior. I wouldn't have either, I mean we had been 'enemies' just a little while ago. Still, my cutie at least didn't seem to hate our little chat. "You look exhausted. Are you feeling ill?" "Nah...just didn't get enough sleep I guess." He smiled half-heartedly and my own heart beat wildly. "Oho. Hard weekend." I laughed and he joined in with a snort. "It could have been easier. " Jake pointed at his hickeys. "This person really made an impression on me." "Seems like it. A good one?" Come on. I really wanna hear you say it. I saw him hesitate. Shit, he really wasn't quite sure how to handle this situation. Jake was still afraid of what he was feeling. Don't fail me now. My heart ached as I kept on watching him. This was really frustrating. When did I become so attached?? My mind wandered of slowly. "Yeah. Yeah, I think so. It's confusing...but this person is different. In a positive way. Mostly." Okay. I'm done. My heart literally skipped a beat. I had a chance, I really fucking had a chance. My bad mood vanished completely and a smile lightened up my face. "That's good to hear. So you're really all right? You're still looking pale." "Yeah yeah...I'm fine." He yawned and closed his eyes for a second. I was so close to him now that I could smell his sweet scent. My fingers itched to touch him or pull him into a hug. I clenched my teeth and slowly got up quietly, ignoring the pain in the hurt foot. If I stayed any longer so close to him, I would simply reveal myself and embarrass us both. Love sucks at times. Sigh. I should really find my manliness again. Being a lovesick idiot isn't helpful at all. "See ya Jake." "Oh, you're leaving?" His questioning look of his reopened eyes sent shivers down my spine. "Yes. It's not like you enjoy my presence too much, is it? I was just worried about you." For a moment we both stayed silent. His green eyes were now more awake and eyed me up intensively. My heart still beat wildly and I had to put up a lot of effort to avoid a tender look in my eyes. Come on. Don't be a jerk. Tell me to stay. "Well...see you later then." Thanks a lot cutie. With a silent sigh I made my way back to Amy. She looked at me with concern until I sat back down, facing away from Jake. "Looks like that wasn't quite your best conversation." "Definitely not." I murmured. "So you're gonna let him struggle until he's found out what he wants?" "Amy..I'm the one who's struggling here." She sighed heavily now and patted my head absent-mindedly. "I hope he won't take too long. Your mood swings are really driving me crazy." I chuckled and grabbed a curl of her long hair. "Maybe I should simply go for you. No secrets, no playing. Just you and me." "Oh come on. As if I was what you want. And now...think of how to help him a little. Maybe your nerd outfit needs a makeover?" Now that was a plan. I smiled to myself. Step one: get him more interested in the man that I am. I looked at Amy, grinning widely now. "Oh damn. I know that face. Don't you do something stupid", she warned me. I answered with a chuckle and got up, deliberately causing noise, hoping to get just the right person to watch me. Without turning around (even though I wished to see his face) I pulled the baggy sweatshirt slowly up and over my head, revealing a tight dark blue shirt, which crawled upwards with the sweatshirt for a bit. I heard some people whisper excitedly. At least someone noticed. I smiled to myself and sat down seemingly unimpressed. So much to my image. "It's just really warm today, isn't it?" Amy laughed and I saw her eyes flicker to a certain someone behind me. I raised an eyebrow until she focused me again and smiled encouragingly. My heart beat wildly. He was watching. Strike. I imagined him sitting there, his eyes set on me. He probably felt reminded of a young host that lately confused him more and more. I smiled to myself. Now I was really feeling hot. At the same time I felt the urge to kick myself in the balls. I didn't like helping him on this term too much, because he was still too focused on his eyes. But I needed him in my arms before I'm grey and old, so this will have to do for now. I can still teach him. I knew he was worth it. "Nathan, you need a better plan. I mean, with that little show just now you got attention...but more from the females. Which I don't appreciate too much by the way." "I know I know." I sighed. "Do you have an idea?" She opened her pink lips as if she wanted to say something but suddenly stopped. Amy frowned and straightened up, looking over my head. That's when I heard them. Such assholes. I slowly closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Love sucks. Would he handle that himself? Finally see how stupid his charade was? Yeah. Fucking charades. Costumes. I'm one to talk. "Oh Jakey Jakey Jake. How was your little chat with the faggot? Joyful?" The other of his 'friends', including the breastless school queens and the jocks, laughed with the first speaker. Another joined in. "Haha!! He sure liked to see him undress! Did you see how he looked at him? How DISGUSTING!" "Sure thing. And do you remember last time? Our oh so wonderful friend here just stood by and watched how he tried to beat us up." Yeah of course. I only tried. I should've kicked their asses until they couldn't sit for a whole week. Let me see if I can try that. I clenched my hands into fists until the bones stood out in bright white as rage filled my veins. How could anyone be so dumb? Sometimes I really lost faith in our educational system. I heard their nagging going on and on, which didn't exactly help me to regain composure. "Nathan..?" I raised my eyes to meet Amy's and she immediately shut up. My lips where clenched tightly and I felt every muscle in my body twitch from the tension. I saw the concern in her eyes and only then I realized that I had gotten up. Oh hello! Stupid old me is back in town. She slowly shook her head but I took a deep breath and turned around. Just what they had been waiting for. My heart ached badly when I saw Jake standing there, trapped between his so called friends, being accused for something that they couldn't know was more than true. Even he himself didn't quite know yet. I wondered why he didn't say anything, but he never was a violent person to begin with. I wasn't either. Too bad my foot was still hurt. Guess I have to call in ill for some time after today...they'll probably hit me harder now that they know I can actually take them on. I approached them with tensed muscles and a fake smile on my lips. The game is on. "Now see who comes along to rescue our Jake." Not yours. Mine. "Shut up Mike." Jake murmured, not looking up. He wasn't really expecting any help from me. Sigh. A little more trust, darling. I'm not that bad either. Hide and Seek Ch. 04 "So Mike is your name. Well then, Mike...piss off." I smiled sweetly at him and got a disgusted look in response, which only made me laugh. Such a pussy. "Oh come on. So homophobic? Well, can't be helped. I don't care what you call me and I can take you on anytime that you want. And I won't be 'trying' to defeat you only." I stopped shortly, watching the now silent group. At least they seemed to understand the threat as some of them hissed angrily and took a step forward, only held back by a random gesture of Mike. "But stop being such an asshole to your...friends? Whatever you want to call your relationship. Anyways, I can tell you that Jake doesn't like me. Your wonderful influence I guess. So be a good boy and leave him alone." I put on a calm face and smiled my fake smile once more and watched them grind their teeth. Out of the corners of my eyes I saw Jake raising his lashes and giving me a confused look. A crocked smile stayed on my lips. It had really hurt to admit that he doesn't like me, but I guess that was just what it was right now. At least he didn't despise me any longer. "And why should we care about your opinion?" Oh Mike. Don't mess with me. You should know better. "Because your face is precious to you?" Okay. A little over exaggerated, I admit. But works. The group around us had become bigger and some laughed at my joke. They should do something and not just watch...Where the hell are teachers when you need them? Damnit. I knew I could take Mike on, but if all of his buddies joined in, I'd have a problem. I took a step towards Jake as if it was the most usual thing in the world. An arm length in front of him I stopped. I really just wanted to get him out of here, but it would probably make the whole situation worse if I approached him further. "You shouldn't just stand there and let them do what they want." Again, he looked irritated and frowned. Shit. Did he actually think that he deserved such a treatment? Oh god...please no. I slowly shook my head in disbelieve. My head suddenly ached badly and the tiredness left over from the weekend took over. I closed my eyes and sighed to myself. I put on another smile, which hid the sickening feeling building up inside of me. I desperately needed to get out of here and breathe some fresh air. "Alright. Do whatever you want. I won't care. I just wanted to help." With those words I focused on Jake's eyes one last time, which had become so unreadable to me. He dropped his gaze. Fuck. I turned around with annoyance slowly appearing on my face and walked off, the small crowd splitting in front of me. This shit was eating at me, but letting him know wasn't what I wanted. I wasn't in need of pity. I wanted his heart. Jake's image still lingered behind my eyes: his insecurity, his worries, his craving. I growled and headed for the office, ignoring the clacking of shoes behind me. "Nathan...wait for me, will ya?!" In the hallway, Amy finally got hold of my arm and stopped my seemingly unimpressed departure. She sighed. That girl knew better. "Where are you going?" "Home. This day is really starting to get on my nerves." I looked at her and saw how worried she was. A smile spread on my lips as I bent down to kiss her forehead. I was lucky to have her around, but sometimes she just worried too much. I wouldn't run off to sit in a corner and cut myself. I may be emotionally instable, but I'm not suicidal. "I'm okay. Really. I just got a headache and I'm tired. And...you know why. This, in there, doesn't matter. At least I got my friends." I sang that last part, laughing halfway through. My beautiful friend nodded, still doubting my words. Of course this whole thing pissed me off, but it wouldn't stop me from approaching him further. So she let me go. "You're right. You'll get him anyways." Amy smiled and turned around. At least one of us was certain. "See ya tomorrow! And don't you dare work tonight. You'll ruin your health," she added, raising her index finger, threatening. I chuckled and got into the office. You know, even though I'd have loved to just get the hell out of here, skipping too often granted you attention from teachers. Didn't want to risk that. So I always had a 'good reason' to miss classes. Catching up on what we had done in those lessons wasn't really a problem. The middle-aged woman gazed up as I entered, eyeing me from below through her glasses. As she recognized me she smiled sweetly and straightened up. One of my first acts in this school was to 'befriend' and stay on good terms with this woman, who could allow me to leave with a simple note of hers. I know it sounds like I'm using her, and partly I am, but she was always happy to see me, as I was one of the few people willing to flirt with her in this job, which lightened up her day. Not so much of a nice guy... "Hello Nathan! What can I do for you?" I put on a charming smile and leaned down to her a little. For a second I said nothing and just watched her. I suggestively raised my eyebrows and started. "Oh I bet you could do a lot, but unfortunately I'm in need of some sleep." She blushed as she always did and let out a small sigh, batting her eyelashes. Oh, looks like an easy one today. Her imagination probably ran wild already. "All right. I'll let you leave. Family issues, I suggest?" I chuckled while nodding and then threw her a kiss. "You saved my day." As soon as I left the office my thoughts were back to a certain someone who most definitely still liked to ignore me in my current disguise. This was really annoying. At least he hadn't taken an interest in other guys yet. Got to see the bright side. Uh. Yeah. I took my cell out and checked the time. Oh damn. I needed to get out, fast, before any dumb teacher tried to stop me. Break was almost over. After a quick look around, my glasses were off my nose and I rubbed my eyes to get the tiredness out of them for a bit. As I was reaching for the door to finally leave this goddamn place I heard someone's shoes shuffle behind me. With a sigh I leaned my head on the door for a moment. The soothing coolness reassured me. Please, don't let it be some teacher, please, please don't be a teacher... Continuing my silent prayer I slowly turned around and my mouth fell open. What the hell was Jake doing here now?! I folded my arms in front of my chest and waited. I mean, I was glad to see him, as I always am, but wasn't my black-haired beauty bathing in self-hate until a few minutes ago? He cleared his throat and stepped closer to me. "Err..Nathan..I..have to th-.." I smiled for a second. I liked him when he was the sports jock, determined, fast, straight-forward, but I really loved his earnest side, where he allowed me to see his insecurity, which was normally fully out of view. "Nevermind." Jake's eyes flickered to mine and he closed his still open mouth after flinching. Oops. Scared him. I saw him take a deep breath and back he was to his self-confidence. "Actually, I wanted to ask you something. You're leaving?" His voice didn't stagger either. I was getting curious. What could he ask of me? "Yeah, I am. What it is it?" I let my arms fall to my sides, still eyeing him up. I couldn't quite see his well formed body underneath the clothes, but I knew it was there. My temperature began to rise and I felt my heartbeat quickening. Oh Jake. You better talk fast or I'll abduct you and never let you out again. He took another step forward. Damn. "I have to talk to someone...like you." I raised an eyebrow. Someone like me? He groaned, running his hand through his hair. Biting his lip --geez, couldn't he stop it?!- Jake beggingly looked at me. Ohhh no. I'm not gonna let you off the hook now. After another moment of silence he continued. "You know, a gay. You're the only one I actually know. And can talk to." I saw him blush slightly. So damn cute. I couldn't help snorting with laughter. His head shot back up and he looked angry. "Well, if you don't want to I'll just leave!!" The before soft voice now trembled with his anger as he turned. Worried I reached out for his hand and held him back, pulling him towards me actually. Unfortunately -- for him at least -- he spun around from my uncalculated force and crashed into me, his head only shortly underneath mine, his whole body pressed up against me for a second. He gasped surprised and I sucked my breath in sharply. Now this wasn't helpful. Really enjoyable but not helpful. His heat radiated through his clothes and hit me as unexpected as he himself had. Strands of Jake's black hair tickled me. I breathed heavily. One of those feelings would have been enough to arouse me, but all this together...I groaned when I felt my dick stir in my jeans. With effort I slowly and gently pushed him off me. Now it was my turn to clear my throat. "All right. Come on." I thought about grabbing his arm once more, but stopped myself. Not intending to kill myself here. Gently, I pushed him out of the door. "Now?!" He was still slightly baffled from his sudden contact with me. That definitely got under his skin. Tattoo moment. I started grinning like an idiot. Keep on denying, my dear, keep on. "Do you know a better time?" I chuckled, leading him to the parking lot, cautiously looking around. "I was just surprised..." he murmured. I watched him lower his head with a small smile. "Jake, you drive. I've got a headache right now." "Uh. Okay, sure. Where are we going?" "Your house then, I guess? We can't loiter around in public when skipping school." He looked at me and grinned. My heart skipped a beat. I was really an idiot in love. But a happy one. Most of the time at least. "Guess you're right with that. Okay. Come on." He rummaged for his keys and we got into his car. I let myself fall into the passenger seat, leaned back and closed my eyes. I shifted in my seat to readjust my still stirring cock. Hopefully he didn't see that...He would never let me inside his house if he did. "You alright, Nathan?" "Sure." I smiled reassuringly. "I'm just a little tired." I could feel him stare at me for a moment longer before he started the car and pulled out. "If you say so..." "Just don't you dare crash into a wall." He chuckled. I love that sound. I kept my eyes shut for the rest of the way and dozed off. Of course Jake was in my little Daydream. He sat on my lap, laughing that wonderful laugh of his, absolutely comfortable with himself. Warm sunlight caressed his beautiful face and he slowly placed his lips on mine. A gentle touch on my shoulder got me back to reality. I groaned and lazily opened my eyes. I heard a small gasp and winked multiple times to fully wake. "Err...we're here. Sorry to wake you." Jake. Next to me. Wait...what? My brain needed another two seconds to understand where I was. "Oh, yeah. No it's all right. I did agree to talk to you, didn't I?" I unbuckled the seat belt and opened the door. "Was it a good dream?" I stopped in the middle of getting out of his car. Looking at him over my shoulder a wry smile spread on my lips. "Yes. No. A bit of both I guess." I got out and left him confused as he was. Sorry honey, but what goes around comes back around. Sweet dream or beautiful nightmare? Can't quite decide. Just don't wake me up yet. I'd fall to pieces. Soon his shock was gone and he joined me in walking up to the building he was living in. I walked up the stairs behind him and I was really enjoying it. Now, guess why. His sweet ass waving in front of me was surely worth the loss of sleep it would cause me this night. At least Jake didn't worry about such things. He's not afraid of me. As he opened the door to the apartment we heard the noise of a running TV. Jake raised his eyebrows and wiggled out of his shoes, throwing his bag aside. I followed his example and kept watching him. "Aiden? Are you home??" Aiden...Geez. Now this could become problematic. Why the hell are they living together?! I stayed behind my cutie as he walked into the living room and stopped at the door while he examined the room. "Jake? Why the hell are you here? Is it that late already??" "Nah, I'm skipping. Brought someone along. We'll go to my room." I saw a sleepy Aiden rise from the couch and chuckled. His messy hair was nothing like the tidy mess he had put his hair in when we met last time. Aiden's eyes focused on me now. Ah, damn. His eyes widened and I knew that he knew. I silently placed a finger in front of my lips, still smiling. Luckily the boy was intelligent enough to keep his mouth shut, although he still looked confused. Jake looked back towards me and frowned. Refocusing with a throat clearing he introduced me. Again. "That's Nathan. We'll let you have your sleep." "Sure...go ahead." A smile spread on Aiden's lip as he watched us head to Jake's room. Suppressing another chuckle I entered Jake's private area. Oh how I would love to intrude his private space. I couldn't help taking a good look at his ass while he gently closed the door. Uhh how I love the sporty type. His Jeans exposed his behind in the best way possible. Now it was a groan that I was trying to stifle. My fingers itched with the need to stroke along his back. I took a deep breath and turned away, pulling my hand away which actually had begun to reach out for him. Jake's room was nice and I saw more books than many would have thought he had. My eyes locked on a folder for a moment where some sheets of paper were sticking out. Apparently drawings of some sort. I couldn't remember seeing him draw ever. With a slight frown I went on. Some school stuff was spread on his desk and I let my fingers slide over the pages with his neat handwriting. Suddenly I saw my own name largely written on one of the papers. Well, my second name. "Err...make yourself comfortable. You can sit on the bed if you want to." My hand jerked back and I turned, facing my object of interest, who had silently observed me moving around. "I'm sorry. Never-ending curiosity." I smiled apologetically and slowly approached the broad bed, wondering if he really wanted to have me on it. "It's all right. I'm actually the same." Surprisingly he seemed to be completely fine around me and hopped on his bed. With a content sigh he grabbed a pillow and got comfy. I couldn't help but smile and finally sat down on the bed. My curiosity was really at its peak, as I still didn't know why he wanted to talk to me. I licked my lips subconsciously and waited for him to break the silence that spread between us. Your turn honey. "Nathan...when did you know that...you know." God. Poor boy. I really made him wonder. Breaking my rules again, I helped him a little. "I also liked guys?" I gazed up towards him and saw him biting his lip. Oh you really shouldn't do this. Slightly groaning I remembered myself doing that to his lip. My chest tightened and my dick came to life once more. "Yeah." Again the lip. Oh god. If he kept doing that he wouldn't need to think about the whole topic any longer. I'd just eat him alive. Suddenly Jake seemed to have realized what I've said. "Wait, what?! I thought you're gay??" Now he stared at me with slight disbelieve showing in his eyes. "I'm bi. Now don't tell me that's less disturbing for you." His cheeks reddened and I smiled. "Actually...it is. Not that being gay is all that disturbing to begin with." His voice was only a whisper now, as he avoided my eyes. I scooted a little closer to him. "Why?" Jake shifted around under my gaze. He was too cute. If my honey here was really already alright with a bi...My heartbeat fastened. "Lately I...err...Do you know that host club named 'Heaven&Hell'?" Completely ignored my question. Saw that coming. This was like a drive on a rollercoaster. I leaned back again with a sigh. "Yeah. I know someone who's working there." Better than you know. "Well...I do, too. One night I was partying with some girls when I came up with some cheesy pick up lines, telling them that those actually work. Sometimes at least. After some giggling they dragged me to that club to show me 'how real men seduce women'." I chuckled. Now I at least had my answer to why he was in my territory that night. Real men. Huh. "And who did you meet there?" He grabbed the pillow he was holding a little tighter and sighed. A small smile spread on his lips. I felt lightheaded. "A guy called Gabriel." Through his dark lashes Jake shortly glanced at me to see my reaction and I did everything I could to have a composed look on my face. Now it was my turn to shift uncomfortably. "And you like him?" I saw something like a small nod, which disappeared in a headshake of his. "I don't know...I'm not into guys. But he got to me..." "Why?" My favorite question today. Will you answer it once for me? He shrugged and bit his lip once more. God damnit Jake!! He was frustrating as hell. And fucking sexy. I still couldn't believe he actually told me this stuff. I won't let you go. Even if it takes you fucking months to realize, I'll stay right here. Urgh. So much for cheesy lines. "Jake." His beautiful eyes shot up to mine and I grabbed the collar of his shirt. Jake's eyes widened in shock as I leaned in. Shortly before his lips I stopped, looking at him and enjoying his fastened breath. "N-Nathan?" This shaky voice made me almost lose control. My chest tightened in anxiety. And this cutie in front of me didn't move an inch. "Does this make you sick?" He blinked nervously trying to understand what was happening. "I guess not." I came even closer. God he's hot. The warmth of his skin almost triggered me into kissing him, but I stopped at the last moment and gave him a peck on his forehead, retreating with a smile. "Well, I guess that you're either bi or like him. And me." I winked and tried to slow my heart rate. God. This was really killing me. And I still loved every second of it. After a few seconds he started chuckling and let his head fall backwards. "What kind of test was that?!" Jake was really laughing now. "A good one." At any rate one of us enjoyed it. Yeah. Definitely me. When would be the next time where I had a chance like this one? My fingers itched, my heart raced, my dick twitched. If I didn't watch out this would kill me. I knew I repeated myself but I felt like I was torn apart. Jake smiled and nodded slowly. His face was still flushed but he seemed a lot more relaxed. "I really appreciate your help on this Nathan. I want to figure this out soon." Let's hope so, by goodness! "A pleasure to be of help for our dear football jock." I grinned like an idiot. No problem when you already feel like one. "Just one more question: What are you going to do when you figured it out?" His smile disappeared and a worried expression showed on his face. Not my intention. He tilted his head. "Damn good question. Get drunk and look for him?" I gulped. Favorite question ahead. "Why?" He stared at me. A lopsided grin spread on his lips, making my heart skip a beat. Tell me. "To be horny enough to get laid by him." I gulped. Now if that wasn't something to look forward to.