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Martin had been here quite a lot since he had moved to his new school, but he didn't recognize this girl. She was younger than most of the other girls, her body similar to that of the girls at his school. She was definitely attractive though, but she seemed shy, not wanting to look at him, and she didn't do what Martin knew she was meant to do. She didn't display the smile, suggest a drink or move close and make Martin feel special. Martin knew he could get the girl in trouble just by mentioning that to the right person, but he didn't want to do that. Instead he wanted to know why she wasn't doing her job the way she was meant to, and why she wasn't like the rest of the girls around him, who actually wanted to serve a guy that looked decent and looked after his appearance.

"I'll have a Diet Coke please, and you can bring it back over. You seem to want to escape from the other guys in here, and I don't mind helping you do that." He spoke warmly, trying to reassure the girl, assuming that she was shy or uncertain. That and the fact that she wasn't taking the chance to be with Martin made him want her to spend time with him more! Martin loved a challenge, so he got up to his feet, his muscular frame clear under his black tee and blazer jacket. "In fact I'll come up to the bar with you. You don't have to sit on my lap or anything."

He put his arm around her waist and led her to the bar where he let go and sat on a stool at the bar, letting her go around the bar to get his drink. "So, you worked here long? I haven't seen you around here before?" He though he recognized her but he put the thought aside, doubting he would have met a girl who worked in here at his new school or from his old one.

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Alice bit the inside of her cheek in frustration. She felt his arm around her and stiffened completely at his touch moving her face to look the other way. She was never dealing with younger clients after this. Of course his stubbornness would be something that was part of his every day life. What was a scholarship student like him doing in a place like this anyway? Wasn't he supposed to be the righteous kind of the university or something?

"Bring him a diet coke." She said to the bartender hearing the irritation in her voice. She ignored his questions walking to the back of the bar now trying to put some distance and darkness between them. "Look I don't need your help." She snapped at him a bit wanting to get her point across to him. "I have a lot of tables to take care of tonight and one more isn't really what I need or looking for. So you want another one of the girls that'll actually answer your questions? If not I really need to get going."

She moved her hands grabbing a couple of bottles and busied herself fixing a few drinks. She knew it was the only way to keep her eyes down instead of on him. She wanted him to just get tired of her and look for one of the girls that would actually to be happy to sit at a younger man's lap.

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Martin titled his head to the side, something in her tone nagging away at him. They way she just spoke to him, condescending and annoyance. It was almost like he had heard it before. He took a sip from his glass as he thought about it, something near the back of his mind was struggling to get out. He looked at the girl, at her body all scantly clad in an angel outfit. He smirked slightly, thinking her personality wasn't exactly a match for the costume.

And then it hit him. He recognized the voice, the attitude and body for that matter. But he couldn't be sure without seeing her face. And she had now gone behind the bar to try create some distance. But of course she would do that if it was who he thought it was. He sat back and laughed, not sure if it was because he couldn't believe his eyes or because it just couldn't be true. The girl that tormented him, that ran the school and had groups of people follow her around, wanting to be her friend, was earning money in a place like this. Alice, the Queen Bee, before him in an angel outfit that left little to the imagination.

"You remind me of someone. You also seem a bit young to work in a place like this, then again I should know. I'm a bit too young to be in a place like this. We both should be at a bar with friends getting a bit tipsy or at a house party dancing it up. After all, that's what people at college do right? You know, people our age. In fact there's a girl in a class of mine, looks a lot like you, but minus the angel wings. Do you have a twin or should I just call you Alice?" He smirked a winning, just got the milk kind of smirk as he kept his eyes locked on Alice. If he was religious he would of thanked god himself, but instead his mind was just trying to process what this meant, especially for him.

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The silence from Martin bothered Alice some, well rather a lot. She could feel his eyes on her but she tried to tell herself it had more to do with the outfit she was wearing than anything else. But she would've preferred the silence, she would've preferred him sitting there all night long staring at her if it only meant he wouldn't speak the next few words she heard coming from him. She visibly stilled at his first sentence, the shaker currently in her hands becoming her only source of sanity as she tightened her grasp on it.

She shook it harder trying to drown his words, trying to dismiss the fact that he was admitting that he could see her as someone his own age and familiar at that. And the he had said her name. The shaker in her hands slipped and came down hard on the floor spilling the contents inside of it, some splashing over the lower parts of her legs. She could already see the bartender coming to give her a fit before she just dismissed him with her hands as she pointed at the ‘customer'. She turned her gaze up, her green eyes scowling.

There was really no use in hiding any of her features anymore; he had figured it out after all hadn't he? "You can call me whatever name I tell you is mine." She spoke her voice still on edge and as condescending as it ever was. She averted her eyes some feeling the bit of panic creeping inside of her. "Funny never thought someone as ‘pristine as you would come to a place like this. Don't tell me this is the only place with girls desperate enough for a break to actually join you without asking for money? So did you have fun with your little guessing game then?" She asked evidently irritated as she grabbed a few rags to clean up the mess she had made. She leaned down to the floor letting the bar hide more of her as she did.

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Martin watched her react to every word, and he had to admit he loved every second of it. Had you asked him before if he was vindictive, he would have said no. But right now he was learning something about himself. And that something was he liked the feeling of potentially having power over someone else. But not just any someone, but Alice. Freaking Alice, the College IT girl! It was almost too perfect a situation. He watched her as she dropped the shaker as his mind raced, trying to figure out what this would mean in the long run. Yes, it was fun right now, but there had to be more he could get out of this.

She tried to turn the situation, calling him pristine and asking why he was here. He could see her mind racing, trying to turn the situation. She then bent down to clear up the mess that dropping the shaker made. Martin let her finish and waited till she had to come back up to her feet. "Oh, I come here because for some reason I'm not very popular at my college. Some girl has made sure people think I'm some sort of goodie goodie. I come here because I'm not a goodie goodie and here I'm quiet popular, all though you're clearly not happy to see me."

He took out his wallet and paid for his drink before leafing through his wallet, wading through a thick wad of notes. "So, how much do I have to pay you to drop the Queen of College Alice act, and make you start playing nice with me?" He asked teasingly, taking out note after note. Martin's parents weren't rich, but Martin happened to be a good salesman at a car dealership, and he had learned how to invest well. So money was one thing he didn't have a problem with, reputation however he did. No matter how much money he had, he was the poor kid in a rich school because of his parents. But he planned to try do something about that.

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Alice rolled her eyes at his words almost laughing them off. "Of course you'd be popular here. The girls probably never see anything better than the old men, so you'd be like a little heaven for them." She spoke her tone evidently sarcastic as she separated a few drinks onto her tray. "I don't think you understood that I'm not on sale for you. You managed to get a hold of some money to try and look the part, but you fail to realize that doesn't change a thing especially in my eyes." She needed to stop this as fast as she could and shutting him down was the only way she knew how.

Her pride held any more insecurities or fears from showing in her actions or eyes. IT bothered her because pride never got her good tips in the place and her eyes had lingered at the cash he had thrown on the table, but letting him know how much she needed them was not an option. Letting him know anything mean giving him ideas or more power than he already had. Or even worst having him realize he didn't need the money to even ask for or demand what he wanted. But if worst came to worst couldn't she deny his allegations and never return?

"Now go spend your money on the girl's that have been eyeing you since you got in and stop trying to get something out of your reach." She grabbed the tray and begun to move from behind the bar hoping that returning to her other customers meant leaving him forgotten. But she wasn't stupid; she knew that somehow it wouldn't be that easy or simple to get him to forget all of this or to stop. But for once she didn't know how to deal with whatever situation she just found herself in.

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Martin got up and followed her, sensing that this wasn't an opportunity to be missed. He watched her hips sway as she walked in front of him. He had to admit she had a killer body, the way her skirt just covered her tantalizing behind. He would admit to anyone that asked that Alice was the most attractive girl in the college as long as you didn't care about personality.

He moved up right behind her and brought his hand to her ass, squeezing it roughly. "Look Alice, all I'd have to do is go tell your boss that your refusing money and being rude to a customer with money. Then he'll either tell you to do what I want you to do, or fire you on the spot. And if your working here, then you need the money. Why I don't know seeing as your dad's meant to be uber rich!"

He put his arm around her waist and smiled at her as he turned her chin to look into his eyes. "I wonder what your friends will think when I go to college tomorrow and tell them all that Super Alice works in a place like this?" He smirked evilly, enjoying the new power he felt growing over Alice as he brushed a strand of her hair from her face.

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Alice froze as she felt his hand on her squeezing roughly like the usual customers of the place did. She controlled herself shutting her eyes tightly before feeling him tug at her chin. She scowled at him now once more, but it didn't last long. Her little strong suit feel as a part of the fear she had been feeling reappeared in her light eyes at the mention of telling others at school.

She did nothing as he brushed her hair away, but after a few seconds she tore her gaze from his and turned it towards the floor. "Maybe I'm just having fun and don't really mind if you tell anyone. Maybe my boss will just tell you to find another girl to pay." She spoke and almost cringe at the small shake in her voice. She cursed in her thoughts knowing she had just fallen into this.

She couldn't afford to loose her job, not the one who hadn't asked for any form of identification. But worst of all he couldn't afford having anyone know, no the friends she had would turn on her so fast and so horribly that what she did to him and others would look merely like child's play. "I'd think that after what I put you through you wouldn't want to ‘snuggle' with me." She spoke her voice straining on the word snuggle, still avoiding somehow the end of the fact that she was stuck now. She wanted to push him off but that meant pissing her boss off, dropping the tray, and most likely making him sty true to his word.

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Martin turned her body so they were now facing each other, his hands around her waist as he pulled her in and pressed her chest to his. "Well if your just here for fun, then tell to me fuck off, lose your job and I'll pretend I never saw you in here. Of course I think you need the job, so you won't do that."

He pulled her as he walked backwards to a sofa and sat back on it, pulling her body on top of his. "And if you think your getting away with just snuggling, then your sadly mistaken. You need the job and you'd die if your friends found out. I can tell by your voice. So our relationship is going to change."

He moved her so she was sitting on his lap, enjoying the feel of her velvety skin under his hands and the smell of her near him as he continued. "First off, you've got to realize right now, I'm a paying customer. You need the money I've got and the job you've got so start treating me like a valued customer. Second, we've got to talk shop. I'm sick and tired of being at the bottom of the social barrel at college. So what do you think we could do about that?" He left the question hanging, trying to lead her along with the way things would work from now on.

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This time she didn't fight his touch or his maneuvering of her body against his. Instead she tried to concentrate on not dropping the tray as she suddenly found herself on his lap. Where had this come from? The guy she humiliated day and night had somehow gotten enough of a backbone to do this?

She didn't hate his touch like the old men who like to grope her and those who paid for more, no she hated his touch and felt worst because of who he was. "Change?" She found herself voicing out her question as she let the tray finally down on the couch beside them. She could feel his breathing on her skin and his chest against her back. She felt like a doll sitting on his lap without moving.

"I'm not exactly all that warm with customers either." She spoke feeling herself tense up once more, but not move away. "What do you want me to do? Smile and laugh as if I'm enjoying this?" She laughed a bit at the next part thought it sounded more like a nervous laughter. "You want authority at the school. There's not much that could get you that." She spoke though she knew there was always a way. "What you'll stay quiet if I play along?" She asked her eyes roaming the place and seen her boss actually out and watching the girl's work. Her demeanor fell a bit at this feeling even more pressured into playing along.

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Martin ran his hands up along her legs, then over her hips and up the side of her body, brushing against her perky and pert breasts just slightly before wrapping his arms around her waist. He saw the boss come out, and he knew that meant she would have to play along. "I don't care how you are with other customers. I care about what your like with me. I want you to act like you can't get enough of my touch. Especially as your boss is watching!"

Martin raised a hand up in a gesture to the owner, who returned the gesture with a smile. Martin knew the owner, and the owner knew he wasn't meant to be in here. But the owner over looked that fact because Martin paid cash and had helped him get a deal on his new Mercedes that was currently sitting outside in the owners space of the car park.

He moved her hair aside and bit on her ear gently, whispering into her ear. "At school, you're going to suddenly warm up to me! You'll talk to the football coach who hasn't given me a chance, into giving me a chance. I'm better than half that team with my hands tied behind my back. You'll tell your friends how we bumped into each other last night, and that I'm actually kind of cool, and that you think you like me. We'll start dating, and I'll be the King to your Queen. Of course the alternative is that I just go in tomorrow and dethrone you as Queen. The choice is yours."

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Alice shivered visibly at the feel of Martin's warm hands pressing slowly against her skin and up to her breast before she found herself trapped in his hold once more. Her eyes watched the approving look her boss seemed to give them. Of course he would be in good terms with the worst scum of the club, she thought bitterly. She shifted a bit on his lap feeling her dress begin to ride up as it usually did in this kind of situations.

She smiled just for the fact that her boss was still looking. She leaned back against him still somewhat reluctant. "I won't let that happen." She snapped before pressing her lips together again watching to see they hadn't brought any unnecessary attention to themselves. "So you want to be on the team, sure why not the coach had practically begged for it once." She spoke dismissing the fact that of course it had most likely been by her word that he wasn't on the team.

She moved her hands to take a hold of his own breaking his hold on her waist and putting back a smile acting as though she just wanted to hold his hands to hers. "Dating me, don't you think people would wonder in the sudden change? What could you possibly have done in one night to make me want you so much suddenly? Even I get questioned sometimes. Besides have you ever thought what you team mate who is currently supposed to have that position would think about me throwing him away for you?" Of course she didn't care even a quarter for the guy she was currently supposed to be seeing, no he was just he current bank account.

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Martin shrugged his shoulders. He felt like he should care about the guy he replaced, but the truth was he didn't. He was surprised to find that out about himself. He had always thought of himself as moral and kind, but he didn't feel like either right now and he enjoyed in immensely. He was enjoying the power battle between them as Alice tried to get some of the power back between them.

"You know what; I couldn't give a damn about who I replace. It's not like any of those guys have rushed to befriend me. It's time I got what I wanted in that place. As for me and you, and how it happened. Well your going to have to figure something out, because you're the one that's going to have to convince them. We'll play it out if need be, you can slowly fall for me if you think that will work."

He took a bill from his wallet and slide it into her top, touching her left breast suggestively as he place the bill there. "As for now, how about you be a good girl and dance for your future boyfriend!"

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Alice groaned some at the mere thought of the looks and comments something like this would stir up. She knew what to do though, it was better to just straight out do it and come with some believable thing rather than play around falling for him slowly. She jumped a bit at his lap as she felt his hand moved against her bare breast now leaving the ‘tip' inside. She didn't even let normal customers touch her that far for just a tip. Of course Martin wasn't a customer. She stood from the other's lap turning to face him giving him an amused smile. "You want me to dance for you?" She asked leaning forward and place her hand upon his knees for balance.

She felt her pride being degraded as she was forced to do this, but as when she had started at this place she planned to play it off as best as she could and at least feel like she was somewhat still in control. "Are you happy now? How long have you actually wanted this? Pinning for the one that makes your life next to impossible at college? A bit pitiful no?"

She asked leaning up once more as she began to sway her hips to the beat of the music. She let her hands slide from her thighs all the way up her dress and to her bare neck. She turned around letting him watch her ass as she bent down a bit letting her dress ride up almost enough to reveal whatever underwear she wore with the outfit.

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Martin looked in her eyes and then down to her chest as she held herself up with her hands on his knees. She tried to turn the tables, asking him if he's wanted this, and how pitiful it is if he has. Martin thought about it, and he had wanted it. Physically she was exactly his type. Had she not made his life hell, he would have made a move before now. Martin didn't see any point in denying this though.

"Oh, I've wanted this," he said leaning back, enjoying the sound of the music and the visual of her in front of him in an angel outfit. "I've wanted to this and so much more. If you think dancing for me, and making me king of college is all your going to have to do, then you've got another thing coming."

She turned around, swaying in front of him and then bending over, her dress riding up to reveal her perfect ass, the curves calling to Martin. He could feel himself getting aroused and leaned forward, giving her a harsh smack on her behind. The whack was loud enough for the two of them to hear as he got up and stood behind her, grinding himself against her ass. He put his hands on her hips and whispered in her ear. "Take me to the private room. Your going to have to prove to me your willing to do what it takes to stop me telling anyone anything."

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"Ah!" Alice gasped loudly at the sudden burn she felt at her behind making her stop for a second just in time to feel him press up hard against her. The room, she hadn't wanted to take anyone there tonight or in a few nights. "What exactly do you have in mind?" She asked though she wasn't sure she really wanted to know. Her voice lost it's condescending tone and seemed to take on a real worried and almost shaky tone as she moved forward putting space between their bodies. She walked forward not bothering to pull him along knowing that he would most likely follow.

She didn't hesitate in opening the room and locking it behind them once he was inside because really whatever it was that she had to put up with and whatever reaction she might have to it she'd rather not have her boss and all the other girls watching them. Inside the small private room there was a couch near the door a small table in front of it and a few feet in a bed big enough for at least four people. The room was barely lit by a bluish looking light. There was another small room where girls would go and change outfits or look for items upon the customer's request.

Alice moved her eyes over to him the small glare evident once more in them. "So were here." She spoke and though she seemed to voice out she didn't want to be she didn't move back or try to leave knowing she couldn't afford to. She moved her hands to the black wig she wore removing it from her head and letting her normal brown locks fall over her shoulders. "There do I look more lie the girl you're used to now?" She asked letting the wig drop at the couch as she looked straight at him almost wanting to feel that this was not bothering her, but the slight shade in her hands easily gave her away. It wasn't as if she hadn't been to the room before or with worst men, but she had never been in a position where she couldn't just stop.

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Martin looked around the room and smiled at how typical it was of a place like this. He took a seat on the bed just in time to see Alice take off her wig. She looked much better without it. "You do look a lot more like the girl I'm used to, the same one that made sure I was never accepted." He put his arms behind him, noticing that the room smelled like sex. He wondered if anyone had been in here before them but his thoughts then came back to Alice.

"I want you to go find the sexiest bikini you can find. If you have to you can go leave the room to find it. If you don't come back, I'll just start making some calls and telling people were I found you tonight." He looked at Alice, a look of mischief in his eyes.

He laid back on the bed and spoke to himself, but loud enough for Alice to hear. "Then who knows what I'm make you do, or what I'll do to you." He laughed lightly as he relaxed on the bed and waited for her to change.


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Brown eyes fixed in a malicious glare as the silver town car pulled up in front of the financial company. The black hat was pulled lower over his face as a tall blond put the vehicle in park and waited for his partner. No, Andrew's partner; his other half. The sick bastard would pay for taking Theo, even more for what he did when he got drunk. He didn't give a damn if Alan Druen was wealthy, he would suffer.

When Theo stepped from the glass building, he wanted to cross the street and pull him away. Take him from the bastard who didn't deserve him and make sure he could never leave his twin again. A black gloved hand clenched at his side; it wasn't time yet. Andrew had to ensure that Theo would accept his new life and not run from him again. He could support them both, the money he had made from his book deal left him almost as well off as Alan, but he couldn't even get close. His features were too recognizable as they matched Theo's except for Andrew's longer hair, stronger bone structure. Alan would comment, and his desire would flee once more.

As they drove off, Andrew didn't follow. Tonight he knew where they were going, home, then to the airport. Sliding into his car, he headed that way instead. Theo didn't know it, but his ticket had been canceled and their parents had been informed that he wasn't going to come home after all. All he had to do was be there before his twin could call for his lover to pick him up. Former lover; after tonight, Alan would never lay his hands on his twin again. The name was like a curse in his mind, fueling the anger that lent an evil cast to his brown eyes.

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To anyone who watched the young man walk, they would see him as a withdrawn individual; his head was lowered, gaze to the ground and his hands rested firmly within the pockets of his black coat, his posture enclosed and defensive. He blinked slowly once the large sliding doors opened, glancing around briefly for his 'lover's' car, having little idea that he was being closely watched by the very one who occupied most of his thoughts. "Oh... sorry if you had to wait for me..." Theo hurried to the car and smiled apologetically, a certain degree of fear in the expression even as he slipped into the car.

There was always tension between the two, no matter where they were going. Theo wished that he had brought his clothing with him to skip the stop-off at their grand apartment, but alas, he hadn't thought. Alan was always edgy whenever he was to leave, even to visit his parents across states; as if Theo would cheat on him, or else do something to look badly on him. Of course he would never do anything of the sort. He was devoted to the man for better or worse, and he was painfully aware of what happened whenever Alan was unhappy... the journey lingered in silence for several long moments as the younger man swallowed thickly and watched the window before finally he dared to break the silence.

"How... was your day, Alan...?" The question was quiet and nervous, matched by the expression in his gaze. He knew he would only be gone over the weekend, a mere three days, but even that would be enough to irritate his rather volatile partner, and he longed to have them separate on a good footing, however unlikely that may be... perhaps once they returned home Theo could somehow convince Alan not to be angry. It was only a family visit after all. "I... I was wondering if... when we got home... I mean, I know I'll have to leave soon, but maybe I could... give you a proper goodbye...?" Of course Theo didn't enjoy using his body as a way to avoid problems, but then, he was lucky to have someone as good as Alan was; he had no right to complain.

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Alan had watched Theo exit the building and knew, just knew the man's thoughts were on someone else. He'd never been able to drag the name of whoever it was from the smaller man. Was the mystery man going to be at his family's home? He knew Theo was actually going home because he'd bought the tickets for his partner himself to make sure of it. He didn't answer when the smaller man when he got in the car, anger at him for wanting someone else, for dreaming about someone else.

His anger had been slowly consuming him since he'd met Theo, his beautiful Theo. He tried to hide it, but Alan had always known there was someone else. The nerves the brunette displayed only further convinced the blond that a discreet hook up was in store once that damned plane landed. It never occurred to him that they were because of his temper. "My day was fine," he snapped, falling quickly back into silence.

Alan reached over, his hand lightly rubbed Theo's crotch. Anger and lust warred with each other, leaving the rest of the drive him silent except for the soft sounds of his fingers against the material of Theo's pants.

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Theo had little idea that Alan was so very certain of how he obsessed over another; if he had, perhaps he would be spoken of it, if only to try and remove the terrible tension that lined their relationship, but as it was he winced and lowered his head at the harsh snap of Alan's response. "G-Good..." Came the soft mumble of a response, the boy's hands clasping lightly upon his lap.

He had hoped his offer would have calmed his partner's frayed nerves, but as silence still echoed between them, he glanced over nervously only to see the hand reaching towards him. As it came to touch his crotch a small gasp slipped from his lips and he shuffled, parting his thighs obediently to allow the rubbing against his hidden length. Small whimpers slipped from him as the insistent contact was made, writhing slightly in the car as slowly his body grew hotter; his cock twitching in the confines of his pants at the firm touch. "Alan...!" Theo gasped softly, his cheeks flushing in some embarrassment; they weren't even at home...

Soon enough however, the car pulled up, and the boy remained seated, waiting until he was told to move or until Alan rose first; it was his place to follow after all and he staggered towards the apartment building, biting his lower lip. A shameful bulge was clear in his pants and he hid it with his hands, looking off to one side. Couldn't they wait until behind closed doors at least? No... Alan did what he liked, after all.

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Alan gave a final squeeze to Theo's crotch before sliding out of their car. The other man's arousal at his touch dimmed his range some, but not nearly enough. He didn't look at his partner once until they were in the elevator. He didn't care that the brunette was ashamed, or embarrassed, he reached over to hit the stop button on the car. Then the blond caught the smaller man by the arm and pulled him so he stood in front of him.

The guard that buzzed people in an out was one of Alan's poker buddies, poker night being the only time he would be caught dead with working class men. At their last game, the guard had won more money that Alan was willing to part with, and so had bartered some of it back in return for putting on a good show for the camera partially hidden in the light fixture. It was apparently some fantasy the man had had for some time and seemed a fitting punishment for the Alan's 'unfaithful' partner.

Deft fingers made quick work of the boy's clothing, tossing them to the corner of the elevator. Once fully undressed, Alan turned Theo around so he faced the lens, pulling his arms behind his back so he couldn't try to cover himself. Holding them easily with one hand, he motioned to Theo's lithe form with the other, telling the guard with the gesture, ''See? He's well worth the money.''

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Perhaps it was pathetic how easily the boy was to work up into a heated state, but Theo had always been that way; naturally subservient and eager to please people, no matter how cruel they would be in return and a small gasp passed between his lips as the final squeeze was delivered, his hips lifting from the seat for a brief moment. "Alan... I'm sorry... f-for what I did..." He murmured weakly, biting hard on his lower lip. Of course he had no idea what he had done, but that didn't mean the apology wasn't needed and he trembled slightly in a combination of anxiety and arousal as they approached the apartment building, his gaze low to the ground.

Still, Theo remained quiet and submissive as they entered, not daring to look up or step in front of his partner. He could sense easily the anger that boiled beneath Alan's calm facade and had no desire to tempt fate; he had suffered before as a result of his stupidity, and he had learned his lesson. He breathed a sigh of relief as they entered the elevator, foolishly thinking that they were alone before he was suddenly held tightly and tugged in front of the other man. "Wh-What's wrong?" Theo spluttered, eyes widening as his clothing was made short work of and tossed to one side. The elevator had been stopped and the warm air brought a flush to pale skin as he tried to hide his modesty.

"P-Please... c-can't we... wait until we're home...?" The boy pleaded nervously, whimpering as he was turned to face the bright light, flinching away and writhing against the grip upon his hands. While he had no idea he was being watched, the thought of being so open in a public place was almost frightening and he looked back over his shoulder, breathing heavily at Alan. "Please... please I-I'll be good, I'll do better... I want to go home..."

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It took effort for Alan not to strike the struggling boy in his hands, a dangerous glint in his eye showing how far Theo was really pushing him. The guard wanted a show, not to watch the blond teach his partner what it meant to displease him. He counted to three, reminding himself of the money he'd lose if his poker buddy didn't like their performance.

Leaning forward, Alan's lips brushed the boy's ear as he snarled, "This is how you show me your gratitude? If I had wanted to wait until we were home, we'd be home." Strong fingers dug into Theo's arms, while his other hand reached around to slowly caress the boy's obvious arousal. "Not only that, but you lie and try to pretend you don't want this. Try to behave and I'll consider forgiving you for what you've done."

Turning Theo around, Alan maneuvered the boy in front of him and turned so the camera had a perfect view of their profiles. Expecting his normally pliant lover to obey, he released the pale arms, setting his one hand on the boy's shoulders and the other on top of his head. The gesture was one he had taught the brunette to recognize; told him what the blond wanted - soft lips wrapped around his cock. He didn't remove his clothing, expecting Theo to deal with any obstructing fabric on his own. "And put on a good show," Alan murmured, smirking cruelly.

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That dangerous gleam was one Theo recognized; it usually signaled the end of Alan's tolerance for him and his mistakes, a swift slap on the face if not more and the boy swallowed thickly, bowing his head in submission. He didn't want their goodbye to be a bad one and remained still as the lips rested against his ear, blinking forward into the light with a small whimper at the low mutter, a small nod of the head being the only response given. Theo didn't think speaking out of turn would end well for him, and so decided to remain silent; he wanted desperately for Alan to forgive him, whatever it took.

As the hand moved around his slender hips to grip his hardened shaft, the boy gasped sharply and released a low moan, his hips rocking forward into the touch. Already a drop of precum had formed at the tip, so willing was his body to obey, and he shuddered at the dominating touch before he found himself turned around to face his partner once again. He blinked up into Alan's face, his own flushed with arousal and embarrassment as his cock hung heavily between his thighs, a small groan slipping between his lips as the hands were placed atop his shoulder and head. He understood perfectly and slip gracefully downward onto his knees, gazing across at the slight bulge between Alan's legs, licking his lips in desire. His nimble fingers made quick work of the zipper and buttons, pushing the pants aside before carefully reaching into underwear and bringing the thick shaft into view.

Theo moaned softly at the very sight and looked upward as he moved forward, wrapping his lips around the flared tip. He sucked firmly, flicking his tongue over the smooth flesh as his gaze lingered upon Alan's face, slowly arching forwards to allow more of the thick cock into his willing mouth. Once the tip nudged the back of his throat, Theo shuddered slightly and paused, swallowing around the length. In one smooth movement, he pressed forward until his lips met the very base, coughing only slightly as the shaft moved into his throat; gagging reflex long since banished as he continued to suck firmly, his eyes slipping closed.

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A groan slipped passed his lips as Theo's wrapped around the base of Alan's shaft. His fingers slid into the brunette's hair, caressing gently as the boy finally did something right. He smiled, a gentle smile that he wore so infrequently these days and slowly began to use the boy's mouth for his pleasure. Controlling the boy's pace with the hands on his head, Alan kept the movements slow and made sure to bury himself completely in the warm wetness every time.

"Such a good boy," Alan murmured between slow thrusts into the boys eager mouth. He had been amazed the first time they had sex at how willing his partner had been to suck him off, and more so at how eager he had been. It had turned him on more than being with anyone else had before and still did. Most mornings were spent with Theo's lips wrapped around Alan's cock, and still he couldn't get enough.

Reluctantly stopping before he came, the blond pulled his lover off his shaft and motioned for him to turn around. The guard wanted a full show, so he pushed Theo onto his hands and quickly began to work the boy's opening with his fingers. Alan was impatient, hard and dripping, and so didn't mind being rough. Didn't mind the lack of lube and didn't bother to open his partner fully before gripping the boy about his slender hips and impaling him on his hard shaft. The only kindness he showed was to rub against the boys prostrate as he stretched him and to aim his thrusts so it was being stroked.

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Whatever made Alan happy, made Theo happy. If ever the man was upset after all, there would be consequences that the boy had long learned were never pleasant, but then he knew that he would never grow better without Alan's help; he was grateful for his partner's patience with him and his foolishness. Theo had closed his eyes as he moved to suck firmly upon the thick shaft, swallowing around the length in order to give as much pleasure as possible, his lips moving quickly up and down the pulsing shaft eagerly. Soft moans echoed between his busy lips as he showed his delight at being able to do such a thing, shuddering in his submissive position as he worked quickly to ensure Alan felt properly tended to.

As he felt the hand controlling the back of his head; forcing his movements, he moaned softly and continued to shift in whatever position that was wanted of him before he was abruptly tugged back, gasping as the hardened length slipped from his lip. "H-Huh...?" He blinked, his stomach lurching in an automatic fear. "Did I... do something wrong?" Theo's eyes looked anxiously upward, biting his lower lip before he was hoisted to his feet and turned to face the invisible voyeur, arching his hips back openly towards his partner.

Theo knew it would hurt; knew that without any preparation or lube that there was a definite chance of his body tearing and yet he didn't dare move away or mention his concerns. He was lucky that a man like Alan even looked at him, let alone decided to stay with him, so it was the least he could do to tolerate a little pain. Despite his determination to do as best he could, Theo couldn't help but release a sharp cry as he felt the tip press firmly against his opening, the tight muscles being forced to stretch painfully around Alan's thick shaft. A finger was held tightly between his teeth to try and muffle the sounds of pain that still echoed through the elevator, but Theo refused to speak out of turn, and forced his hips to move back against Alan's thrusts, however agonizing it was.

"A-Ahh...! Alan...!" Theo whimpered loudly, running his tongue over his lips as he looked back, his eyes slightly hooded, tears pricking at the corners as he struggled to adjust to the sudden penetration.

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Alan basked in the tightness that wrapped his cock. His thrusts were steady as he didn't want to rush his orgasm, and deep as he savored the feel of Theo's body. The muffled sounds of his partner's pain turned him on in ways he didn't quite understand, but none of that mattered. What mattered was the deal and his building orgasm.

When Theo whimpered his name and looked back he groaned; he hated it when the boy cried. Wanting nothing more to back hand him and teach the brunette to take what he was given gratefully, he couldn't with their audience. Slowing his thrusts instead, Alan reached down to take the boys flagging erection in his hand, stroking it quickly. Hopefully the friction would distract his partner long enough for his ass to get used to the rough pounding it was receiving.

"You feel so good, Theo," the blond grunted between thrusts. "Don't disappoint me now." Alan then shut his eyes and focused once more on his own pleasure. His thrusts quickly went back to their original steady pace, then increased in tempo. Squeezing his lover's shaft, he kept up the strokes in time with his own deep thrusts, forcefully building Theo to orgasm even as he pushed himself to his own.

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Theo knew that even to look back from such a position could have easily had him meet a firm slap to the cheek, and he was glad when no such motion came; he hated to disappoint Alan of course, and he swiftly hung his head once again, his long hair hanging elegantly around his strained face to hide the painful expression. "A-Ahh...! Alan..." He cried out sharply as he suddenly felt the hand wrapping around his softening cock, lips parting in surprised pleasure as his hips jerking slightly.

So rare was it that Alan touched him in such a way, and loud whimpers of pleasure soon echoed through the elevator as Theo's length grew hard once again in the man's dominating grip. "Mmn...! F-feels... good... ahh..." He panted heavily between more steady thrusts, his opening having stretched more fully around Alan's thickness, his own arousal serving to distract him from whatever pain was caused. As the thrusts increased in speed, the boy moaned loudly in delight, his hands lifting to press against the wall opposite, lifting his flushed face to unknowingly offer the camera the perfect view of his pleasured expression.

"Nngh...! Alan... I c-can't... I... please, please..." Theo panted out heavily as the firm strokes over his hardened flesh continued. Precum had dripped from the tip to stain Alan's fingers and the smooth floor of the elevator, and Theo's hips bucked back and forth desperately, almost thrusting himself over the man's cock thanks to his eagerness to please. "P-Please... I n-need to... to cum..." He whimpered, cheeks flushing at the degrading words. Alan would never let his find his release unless he humiliated himself a little though; Theo had long-since learned that, and he didn't mind too much... anything for Alan.

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Alan groaned loudly as the first rumblings of his orgasm began. Theo was no longer whimpering in pain, but the eager way the boy pushed his body back onto the blond's thick member made up for it. Increasing his thrusts so he was pounding in and out of his lovers tight hole, Alan smirked as the boy performed beautifully for their unseen audience. He would have to get a copy of this and play it for Theo later.

When the brunette began to beg for his release Alan fell over the edge, pulling faster and harder on the boys cock. "Cum, you little slut," he growled as thick ropes of his seed shot inside Theo. "Cum for me."

As the last of his orgasm left him, Alan let his softened member slide out of the tight tunnel before pulling Theo upright. He wrapped an arm about the boys middle and turned him so he faced the camera fully, displaying him to the watching eyes as he finished jerking his lover to completion. As his seed spilled into the blond's waiting hand, Alan chuckled softly lifting the hand to the boys mouth in a silent command to clean it.

"You must make quite a sight," he whispered into the brunette's ear before pressing a kiss to the top of his head. He would get a still of this moment, the boy lapping at his hand while Alan's cum leaked from between his legs.

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Waves of pleasure shuddered through Theo's body as he rocked back and forth, hands clenched into fists where they rested upon the wall and his whimpers grew steadily louder as his need for release became almost painful; the only thing preventing it being the knowledge of what happened when he finished without permission. He felt the thick cock twitch within his body and gasped sharply, his hips jerking against the ropes of cum that coated his insides, his body going somewhat limp against his lover as he shuddered. "A-ahh... th-thank you... f-for you cum... Alan..." He forced the thanks out, still panting heavily with his own need.

There was little pause before the softening length was withdrawn, and the boy shivered at the sensation of seed trickling down slender thighs; a sight Alan always seemed to like. As he was tugged suddenly up against the man's chest, he blinked weakly across into the invisible camera's lens, his features flushed with pleasure when finally the command to cum was uttered. He cried out sharply, hips bucking upward into Alan's hand as his seed spurted from his shaft, leaving him to sag against the large body behind him. "Mmn... s-so good... so good..." He panted hotly, blinking at the fingers that were lifted to his lips. Without a thought he sucked each into his mouth, sucking them clean only to lick at Alan's palm in a humiliating display.

"Mm?" He made a weak sound of confusion at the final comment, only to shudder and whimper softly at the small kiss just behind his ear, his cheeks flushed a dark shade of red as he leaned heavily upon his lover. "I... I'll be a-anything for you..." Theo whispered, lowering his eyes submissively. If only he knew that he had been filmed... would he have minded? Of course. Would he have spoken up? Of course not.

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Alan chuckled at Theo's devoted words, his orgasm and his lover's display having soothed his anger for the time being. He left another kiss behind the boy's ear before lightly slapping his ass and pulling away, "Get dressed. We don't want you to miss your flight."

He straightened his own clothes after tucking himself back in his pants. Not waiting for Theo to be dressed, he pressed the stop button on the car to start them moving again, then leaned against the wall as he watched his lover scramble to get dressed. His foul mood had lifted, but the flight reminded Alan of the fling his boy was having.

A chime sounded as the doors opened and he strode down the hall to their apartment, knowing the brunette would follow. Fishing his keys from his pants, he unlocked the door, leaving it open behind him. The bag Theo had packed was just inside the living room and he grabbed it, turning and walking right back out the door. Once he met up with his partner, he hooked his arm through his, dragging him along. He knew it would throw the boy off guard, but if they were late it would cost him more to put Theo on another flight out.

Alan marched them them down the hallway again, this time taking the stairs to the parking lot. He didn't want to pass the guard and have his partner cause a seen, not when there was that much money on the line. Tossing his lover's suitcase in the trunk, he then moved around to his side of the car and waited for the boy to get in.

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The boy yelped softly at the sudden slap to his ass, shivering slightly before he nodded, watching Alan dress for several moments with a small smile. Alan really was so far above his league; he was lucky to have such a man, and he quickly hurried to tug on his clothing even as the elevator was made to ascend once again. It was a close call, but thankfully Theo managed to dress himself fully before the small chime sounded and Alan stepped from the elevator with the boy following soon after, a smile on his lips.

He was excited to see his parents as it had been well over six months, if not longer. Alan often got jealous when he was away, and Theo hated to see his lover upset, especially at him. It was another wonderful thing about the man, that he'd let him go... Theo's excitement was obvious as he reached the door to their apartment, shifting his weight anxiously as he saw the bag and smiled once it was swiftly taken and the door locked again. "Um... thank you for taking me to the airport..." He said quietly, shuffling as he felt the cum clinging still to his thighs; he would have to shower when he got to the family home.

As his arm was linked, Theo blinked in surprise but moved along quickly in the direction he was tugged, his feet staggering slightly with Alan's apparent haste before they reached the car and the boy sighed softly. He wanted to take one last look at their home before the weekend away, but wasn't given the time to; quickly sliding inside the car and buckling himself in. "Okay, I'm ready... can we go?" He was eager true; eager to see his parents, not some love rival, but it was unlikely Alan would see it that way...

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Alan gave Theo a cold look as he started up the car. They had just had sex, and the little slut was already excited to be with his other lover. Driving faster than usual as he felt his anger growing again, the blond kept his eyes on the road for the short drive to the airport. Silence reigned in the car as the growing rage was palpable and Theo would know his partner could be set off at any moment. Alan's mood swings weren't uncommon, though this level of anger was.

As they swung into the airport, the blond drove the car into the parking garage instead of dropping the brunette off at the terminal like they'd planned. Stopping at the deserted third level, he exited the car and slammed the door behind him. Theo's luggage was roughly dragged from the trunk and tossed to the ground, before it too was slammed.

And then he waited, blue eyes like chips of ice, for his partner to come close.

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For several moments, Theo simply remained gazing happily out of the window, pondering just what he would do with his mother when they met again. He had turned to Alan and parted his lips to speak, only to pause and close his mouth slowly, a worried expression coming to him as he looked upon the clearly angry face beside him. "A-" He began to speak, but thought better of it and looked to the front again, his body tense as he felt the rage steadily building in the car... what was wrong? Hadn't they had a nice goodbye? What had he done?

Panic seeped into Theo as the car sped into the airport and right past the entrance to the terminal, swallowing thickly with a small whimper. "Wh-Where are we g-going...?" He couldn't help but ask timidly, only to watch as they parked in the dark and utterly deserted parking lot. As Alan stepped out, Theo slip cautiously after him, flinching at the harsh slam of his bag before he looked across at his lover.

Those eyes... scary. Genuinely scary. Theo swallowed and moved tentatively towards his bag that was stationed at Alan's feet, bending down to pick it up slowly. "Th-Thank you... for the lift... I'll... I'll see you... Monday?"


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The crowds started to thin, some of the patrons finally tiring, while others were beginning to come down from their various highs. Still others seemed to be eager to continue the evening, partying as though completely oblivious to the ever dwindling numbers of people still on the floor. Anna checked her watch. Well, it was getting close to closing time now anyway, so it wasn't as though this was a surprise. The Grove might have been one of the most popular night spots in the city, but even they had to close down sometime, and it was getting close to sunrise. Not that Anna cared. The apartment she and her sister shared was right above the club, and the windows were securely boarded up. They never had to worry about sunlight, and seldom left the building these days anyway. Anna preferred to stick close to home, where she knew she could find a meal and a safe place to sleep. Her sister was more prone to wandering off, sometimes being gone for days at a time. But that was rare, and she always came back with a new story or two to keep Anna entertained.

No, what was frustrating was the complete and utter lack of prospects. How could their be so many beautiful women in the club, but none that even caught her eye. Perhaps it was a wasted endeavor. Perhaps The Grove wasn't the kind of place that they would find who they were looking for. Anna shuddered at the thought of having to go out to search for a new sister. That would be a time consuming and potentially dangerous activity. But just as she was about to give up for the night, someone caught her eye. A young girl, beautiful, brunette, and alone. Anna could see in her eyes a certain fatigue, a weariness not just with this night in particular, but with her station in life in general. Her beauty was not her most interesting feature, despite it being what was likely to gain her the most attention in a club like The Grove. No, it was her eyes that drew Anna to her. Even from this distance, she could tell the girl was intelligent, and had perhaps had one too many negative relationships. This made her just what Anna had been looking for.

Anna was considering how best to approach the girl when she saw her scuffle with the two young men, individuals that Anna was familiar with, if only by reputation. Fools, and womanizers of the worst kind. They made Anna's blood boil. not in the least because they were now tailing the girl she had already come to think of as hers. She hated their kind. While she wasn't above taking a woman by force, it disgusted her to think of a man doing it. Men had no idea what women truly desired, and could never make them feel as good as another woman. When she took women, she was sure to show them a world of pleasure they had never dreamed of. Even the most unwilling eventually melted in her hands. And so too would this one, provided she could keep the oafs from doing anything too aggressive.

She descended the stairs from the upper level, and moved through the crowd, hoping to intercept them before they could reach the girl. She saw her leave through a side door and cursed as the two men followed after her. If they hurt her before she even had a chance to turn her into her new sister, then she was going to paint the alley with their blood. She opened the door top the alley just in time to see the pair of them approaching the young girl. "Hey!" She called, putting on her friendliest smile and walking towards the girl, her blue-green hair shimmering in the moonlight, "I've been looking all over for you! Sorry I took so long, I got caught up talking to the cutest guy. You'd love him. Come on, let's go back in and I can introduce you." She grabbed the girl's arm and pulled her back towards the club, her eyes flashing dangerously at the two men. "Don't worry, these guys are gonna be staying out here. Right boys?"

Pushing the girl back into the club, she pulled the door closed behind them. It was locked from the inside, so they'd have to go back through the front if they wanted back in. Good thing it was getting to be the time of night The Grove stopped letting people in. She'd have to talk to Damien, the bouncer, and make sure those two weren't let back in. "Sorry to swoop in like that," she said, turning back to the girl. "You looked like you could use a bit of help."

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Shit, shit shit shit... Katherine knew where this was going. She would have to of been drunk or stupid to not. Those men were following her, and like an idiot, she had gone straight for the closet door. Not the main door, where she may have been able to get a bouncer to help her. She had even avoided the bar, where a competent bartender was just about as good as any bouncer (plus, he could call the bouncers over). Even the ladies' room had been avoided. No, she had made a line straight for one of the side exits, one that led into an alley beside the club, where she was almost guaranteed not to find any help. What the hell was wrong with her? She knew better than this...

As the men followed her through the door she turned to face them. Both were grinning, knowing they had her right where they wanted her. The brunette was fumbling in her purse, looking for her pepper spray... and realized just a moment too late that she didn't have it. She had given it to her friend Megan, who had been dealing with a stalker lately. This night just kept getting worse and worse... it was like some higher power wanted her to become a statistic that night.

"Leave me alone!" she yelled at the men, who only laughed and stepped closer. And at that moment her guardian angel finally woke up. A woman she didn't know came through the side door. Her yell surprised the guys, who turned to look at her.

"Oh, alright," she said, flashing her friend a smile, "I guess my cigarette can wait." Blatant lie there. She hated smoking. The only drug that ever entered her system was alcohol, and that was just on occasion. She had gotten drunk just once in college and had sworn off more than two glasses of anything every since. Katherine didn't expect the strength the woman's form had, though, yelping lightly as she was grabbed and pushed back into the club, the men stuck out in the alley. Inside, Katherine let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. That was... damn lucky of her.

"No, don't apologize, I should be thanking you..." Katherine sighed, shaking her head at her own stupidity, "You probably just saved me from becoming a statistic... thank you." She finally had a chance to look over this woman. And... whoa, she was definitely a looker. Blanking and shaking her head after she realized she had been staring for a few moment, a light blush crossed her face and she looked away. What was she, a teen in school, again, acting like that? "Hopefully the club will let me stick around long enough to make sure they're gone, so I don't get jumped on my way back to my car..."

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Seeing the girl up close for the first time, Anna was even more impresses than she had been when she had first spotted her. Her hair was lovely, and it was clear she took very good care of herself. Her tight dress fit her figure perfectly. Beneath it l, Anna could see toned muscle and almost no fat at all. She wasn't the curviest woman Anna had ever seen, but she had always preferred women with a more subdued figure, just like her sister and herself. The girl's chest was actually a little bit bigger than her own, not that Anna minded at all.

Anna could still hear the girl's heart as it pounded in her chest, adrenaline pumping through her system. It had been a close call, to be sure. If Anna hadn't stepped in, those men would likely have done some very nasty things to her. Anna doubted they would have gone so far as to kill her, but she would definitely not have made it away unscathed.

"Don't worry about it," Anna said, brushing the girl's thanks. "Those guys are trash. It's a good thing I got there when I did though, or you might have had a bit of trouble."

The girl seemed to be calming down now, and Anna noticed her gaze roaming over her body. She smiled. That was a good sign. It showed that at the very least she was open to the idea of being with a woman, even if she didn't realize it. Of course, Anna was dressed in a manner that was meant to turn heads. Her blue dress fit her curves perfectly, the deep neckline giving a good view of her smooth skin and cleavage. It stopped well above her knees, and her pale thighs were clearly visible. Her lips were painted a deep purple to match her eyes, which most assumed were colored with lenses. They weren't, but Anna rarely told anyone that.  "Hey now," she teased with a smile, running a finger along the girl's jaw line, "Don't stare unless you plan to do something about it."

She led the girl up into the VIP section taking a seat at a booth and gesturing for the brunette to join her. The music was still going, but it wouldn't be long before the club started to close for the night. "We can hang out here for awhile. I'm sure those guys will give up soon enough," Anna said, gesturing to the bartender to bring some drinks. "I'm Anna, by the way. What's your name?"

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"S-Sorry!" Katherine's face turned crimson when the woman called her out on staring, the embarrassed brunette tearing her eyes away quickly. Great, now she had to think that she was some kind of pervert, or lesbian, or something. Wondering how she was managing to continuously do the wrong thing this night, she was about ready to just cut her losses and head for her car anyway. Surely one of the bouncers would see her to her care safely, at least if she tipped him first or something. Then she could get home, crawl into her bed, and try to forget this night had ever happened. Chances were she'd be avoiding going clubbing again for a while after a night like this. Abandoned by her friends and having almost run into a very bad spot with two men... no, she'd stay home and find other ways to get back into the dating game, and to have some fun.

She was confused when the girl led her up into the VIP section, though. How were they getting up here? The Grove had some very restricted limits on who got VIP status, and normally guests weren't allowed up there. Maybe it was just due to it being closing time?

"You're a VIP here? How'd you get that?" she asked as she sat down across from the other girl. These were certainly nicer than the ones down on the main floor, "Oh, I'm Katherine. Nice to meet you." she said when the girl introduced herself. She was surprised Anna seemed to be here on her own. With the way she looked it almost seemed wrong that she didn't have a date with her. Unless she had been ditched as well, but... well, that seemed unlikely.

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Anna smiled and waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, I've just been coming here for a long time is all. And I know the DJ." She looked over to the DJ table, to see that she was busy making out with a curvy blonde. Anna smiled and shook her head. "She's a little eccentric, but a nice enough girl. Not like she'd get along well in the real world anyway."

Katherine still looked a little uncomfortable. Anna supposed she couldn't blame her. She had just had a pretty close call, after all. But Anna needed her to relax. Saving her from impending rape had gone a long way towards gaining her trust, but she was going to need her trust if she was going to be able to convince her to spend the night. Katherine was rattled, and probably wanted little more than to go home and forget all about the events of the night. Anna had to figure out a way to convince her to stay, and soon, or she was going to lose the girl she had already decided would be her new sister.

"Katherine," Anna said, smiling, "it suits you. So, Katherine, what's a beautiful girl like you doing all alone here? Looking for love? Or just out for a good time?"

Their drinks arrived, and Anna sipped hers, savoring the burn of the liquor as it passed down her throat and into her stomach. Drugs and alcohol didn't effect her and her sister like they did normal people, though her sister seemed to make quite the effort sometimes. But it could still make her feel a little more loose, and sometimes the drugs could make her feel things she hadn't felt since she was human, all those centuries ago. It just took a lot more to get there than it did for humans. Not that it was really a problem. She had her suppliers, and they were more than happy to get her anything she asked for. Money wasn't exactly an issue, and if it ever became one Anna was certain she could find a way to get the things she wanted that was perhaps a little less... civilized.

"Don't worry about paying for that," Anna said, pushing Katherine's drink towards her. "It's my treat, and you look like you could use a drink. I know I would if I had been in your position." Anna thought that perhaps if she could get Katherine drinking, she could convince her to stay for awhile. Humans tended to make poor decisions when drunk, and it didn't take much for them to become a lot more susceptible to persuasion.

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Katherine just nodded, glancing over at the DJ who was flirting with some pretty blonde. She was cute too, she noted, and her music selections for the night had been pretty good. It was just a shame she hadn't been able to really enjoy them. Such was her luck, though. Looking back at Anna when the girl commented on her name, though, she blushed. Oh, God, why was she blushing so much tonight? Anna was going to this she was like some high school girl, out on her first night out, with no idea what she was doing. There was just something about her, though, that made her... she didn't know. It would have been nice if she had met Anna before she had given away her night to her friends. Maybe they could have had fun.

"Oh, uh, th-thanks..." she stuttered, tucking some hair behind her ear and she tried to hide the fact she was blushing, when Anna said she was beautiful after complimenting her name. The light was low enough in here that Katherine couldn't notice, right? Picking up her drink she took a sip, not even bothering to ask what it was. It burned as it went down, being something stronger than she usually liked, but, well... free drinks, right? And she had a feeling with the way she was acting, some liquid confidence might actually get her out of this rut. "Are you sure? I can pay you back..." she said when told the drink was free. She wasn't one to accept charity, usually, but Anna was right in thinking that she could use the alcohol.

"Well... it was supposed to be a fun night out with my friends, but they apparently all hooked up with whoever and left without telling me." That was all she had been asking for. Maybe finding a nice, cute guy to chat up with, but... even all these months after her fiance had stabbed her in the heart, she wasn't ready to start tossing the l-word around again.

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The lighting in the club was dim enough that most people likely would have missed the pink that tinged Katherine's cheeks, but Anna's eyes were sharper than most. She could see it clearly, and it made her smile. Sometimes, her kind could cause humans to become flustered by simply being in their presence. Of course, only hose that were already closely attuned to such things would feel it. The fact that Katherine could was just another point in her favor.

Anna finished her drink, which was soon replaced by another. The drugs she had taken earlier were still floating around in her system, and as she took a sip of her latest drink a pleasant tingling passed through her body. It would take quite a bit more for her to get drunk in the traditional sense, but the sensation was still pleasurable. It wasn't as though she could really do any lasting damage to her body anyway, so there was no point in not indulging.

"Ah, I get it," Anna said, shaking her head. "I see that kind of thing all the time here. People hook up, get a little crazy, and then forget all about their friends. Designated drivers get the worst of it, which I'm assuming you were tonight since you don't reek of alcohol. How did they con you into that?"

Looking into Katherine's eyes, Anna could tell there was one other reason Katherine had come to The Grove tonight. Something was bothering her, and it was enough that she was willing to come out with friends she probably knew weren't reliable to try and fix. Anna had a hunch she knew what it was, but she couldn't be sure. She waited until Katherine had had a few more sips of her drink before asking. She didn't want to push her away when she had come so far.

"Well, friends like that will always let you down," she said with a sympathetic sigh. "Trust me, you'll be better off without them. But tell me, Katherine. What's eating at you? I can tell it's more than just them flaking on you."

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Katherine just grimaced slightly and nodded, sighing when Anna guessed correctly that she had been the designated driver. But it wasn't so much as that they had conned her into it, as much as it had been them simply taking advantage of her kindness.

"I can't say no to them..." she muttered, shaking her head and taking another drink. The burn was still there, but not quite as bad as it had been, and a warm feeling was starting to move through her body. This stuff really was stronger than she was used to... once she finished this, only one more, max, then no more drinking. At least, that was the plan she told herself, before Anna distracted her again. Dammit, just what was it about this woman? "I was almost always the designated before, so, it just kind of happened that everyone assumed I would be again. Hell, I haven't been out clubbing in... a while, really."

When Anna asked what was really bothering her though, she frowned. Now, she couldn't share that. How pathetic would she sound if she admitted that she was trying to get back into the dating game? Or, as her friends would put it, try to just get herself a nice, hot and heavy lay, to get her mind off of the Bastard.

"Oh, it's... it's nothing you'd want to hear, I'm sure. I doubt you care about some stranger's personal life issues." she tried dismissing, finally finishing the first glass of her drink, unaware she had given away more than she wanted to by admitting it was a personal life issue.

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Anna called for another pair of drinks as she listened to Katherine. She sounded like a strong girl. Bright as well, but simply lacking confidence. It could be hard to tell your friends no, especially when it felt like the only reason they even wanted to hang out with you was because they needed you for something. Such relationships were poisonous to the one in Katherine's position, though. After a while, she would come to believe that she was only a worthwhile person when other people could find a use for her. Well, at the moment Anna supposed she fit into that category too. But she intended to give Katherine a bit of a confidence boost. And once she had been turned, there was no reason she would ever need to see any of her old friends again. Unless, of course, she was feeling hungry.

"Sounds like you need to find some better friends," she said, her tone light but serious. "I've had my fair share of crappy friendships, and I can tell you that nothing good ever comes from indulging those people. They'll keep using you like this until you can't give any more, and then they'll just forget about you, and you'll be left alone and crushed. If you want to know what I think, you should stop hanging around with them and find some people who like you for you. You're beautiful, smart, and adorable when you blush. You've got a lot going for you, Katherine. I'd hate to see it wasted on slime like them."

Anna was silent, for a moment, studying the ice in her glass. She had meant what she said, which was strange. She didn't usually get so invested so quickly, but there was something about this girl that drew her in. She'd have to ask her sister if she felt it too, or if she was just crazy. Either way, Anna was sure she had chosen right when she had picked Katherine to be their new sister. She would be perfect. She just needed a little time.

"If you don't want to tell me what's bugging you, I understand," she said with a shrug, swirling her drink around with her finger. "But I am interested. I happen to be pretty good at helping people with personal issues. I may not look it, but I'm actually pretty smart. So why don't you tell me, I'm sue I can help, or at least talking about it will make you feel better."

In the uneven lighting of the club, Anna's purple eyes seemed to glow as she gazed into Katherine's. "You can trust me, Katherine. I promise."


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That night in his dorm room, typing out a paper on his lap top, all Jaxton could think about was Ollie. His sweet, reddened cheeks and those captivating blue eyes. When he looked back down to his computer screen, he realized he had accidentally typed Ollie's name instead of the word 'All'. Growling at himself, he deleted back and rewrote his sentence. He needed to pull himself together.

Jaxton, however, found it difficult to do. He wanted to see Oliver again so badly. Oliver had told him that he liked to read, and so Jaxton was compelled to spend long hours in the library for no real reason, trying to act busy, in hopes that he might catch a glimpse of the boy again.

He was lucky, for on the mid-morning of his third day without seeing the boy, he climbed the steps of the library and noticed a rather familiar small frame sitting at one of the desks. Jaxton decided to stalk about the book shelves, watching Ollie patiently. For the past three days he'd been working up the courage to actually figure out if Oliver was single, or even... homosexual. He needed to know.

Eventually, Jaxton (laptop in hand), approached the seat to the right of Ollie. Reaching out, Jaxton tapped two fingers against the boy's shoulder. "Is this seat taken?" He said, voice naturally deep and smooth. That crooked, lazy grin of his was charming, as he looked down at the boy he'd not been able to get out of his head.

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Much like Jaxton's thoughts had been on Ollie, Ollie's thoughts had been focused on Jaxton. The way the man spoke and held himself so calmly and confidently. He had tried to distract himself with many, many books, small art projects and his lessons that had soon begun, and yet all he found himself thinking of was their brief meeting. Every time he ventured to the library he would stare at the bookshelf where they had seen each other and a faint blush crept to his cheeks.

Honestly, the poor was rather hopeless. He groaned softly as he was seated upon a desk, one hand busily scribbling down notes regarding various famous artists and their application of various tools, the other hand running through short hair. He ad been working for over an hour, and yet had gotten so little done; it was all Jaxton's fault and he sighed heavily with a shake on the head. "Oh... this is hopeless... I can't do this... it's-ah...!" The sudden touch to his shoulder caused him to jump and turn around, almost moving to step out of the seat.

"I'm s-sorry...! I'll get out of your seat right a... away...?" He blinked slowly, his breath hitching audibly as it was none other than Jaxton that stood behind him, his cheeks instantly flaring once again before he swiftly turned back around, hunching his shoulder to try and hide his embarrassment. "N-No... no one sitting there... you can if... if you like..."

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Jaxton didn't mean to make the poor boy jump! He wasn't that scary, was he?

But the way that Ollie came to realize who exactly was wishing to sit there, brought a full grin to Jaxton's face. He knew that Ollie remembered him, and it seemed that he did so fondly. It was hard to tell, for quickly Ollie turned his face. When told he could take a seat beside Oliver, Jaxton pulled out the chair and sit his lap top down before plopping a squat. He sighed, leaning back in the chair before he opened up his laptop and turned on the machine. He was trying to remain cool. Being beside Oliver was a lot to handle! He tried to make it seem as though he hadn't been thinking about Oliver since they had first met. "It's... Ollie, right?" He questioned, looking over to the boy. He also sized him up. He was a tiny little thing, compared to Jaxton.

He opened up his computer to type in a password before the screen came up. He opened up a word document that had the paper he'd been working on. Jaxton wanted to be a film producer, and so his paper was written about the different types of film industries. Pretty boring stuff. "I see you're here for art, eh?" He said, typing a sentence or two in his essay. "What kind?"

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Of course Jaxton wasn't scary; it was simply that Ollie always felt nervous around everyone he met. Even his family had to coax honest responses out of the boy as he was so terrified of saying anything that was deemed wrong or somehow hurtful. Even so, he couldn't help the small smile that played upon dainty and rosy lips as he stole the occasional glance sideways at the older student as he certainly was pleased that Jaxton had decided to come visit him again... even if it was by sheer coincidence rather than any planning to meet.

His eyes widened slightly as the laptop was opened and switched on, it implying that the man intended to spend a good amount of time sitting with him, and he swallowed anxiously, shuffling a little upon his seat. What would he say? What if he made a fool of himself... again? Panic clawed at his mind as he lightly chewed his lower lip, hunching his shoulders to make himself look yet smaller than he was and he gasped as his name was remembered. He hadn't expected that. "Ah...! Y-You remembered me... y-yes... it's Ollie... and you're Jaxton..." He smiled slightly wider as e turned to fully face his acquaintance---a rare thing in itself.

"I... I didn't think you'd remember me..." He added softly before he was asked about his work, blushing slightly and turning to his book ad growing mountain of notes. "O-Oh... I have to... find out about the one artist that has influenced me most... but I can't chose... so... I've chosen three instead..." He smiled, clearly embarrassed as he fiddled with his pen.

"Wh-What about you...? I mean... if I'm not being nosy..." he lifted the pen and placed it between his lips, nervously nibbling the plastic.

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The little, childish gasp which the remembrance of Ollie's name pulled from the boy made Jaxton smirk. _That's right, kiddo._ He thought to himself. His smug expression remained, eyes darkening slightly as his own name---a nickname to his name, at that---was announced. So. It seemed that either the two of them had outstanding memory or a chemistry was quickly boiling between them. Jaxton was inclined believed the latter, as little Oliver twisted in his chair to better face the older male. _Putty in my hands. Is this really all so easy?_

"...why wouldn't I not remember you?" Jaxton practically laughed at Oliver's comment. _You clumsy little thing._ He felt the urge to reach out and caress Ollie's upper arm, as some motion of friendship. Before even lifting his hand, however, Jaxton caught his muscles and remained seated how he was.

Jaxton found honest interest in what the boy was preaching about. Artists and Filmographers were rather similar---each capturing art but in a different aspect of the word. _This is good,_ Jaxton thought, 'a common interest'. "Oh, well." Jaxton said, as the conversation turned to him. He motioned to his lap top with his head momentarily, before reaching a hand up, and rubbing it along the back of his neck. "It's just an assignment on the different types of film industries that interest us, and why they do..." Jaxton didn't bother reading the ones he'd chosen. "It's pretty simple, really. Just tedious."

Jaxton turned his shoulders from Oliver, and rested his wrists on his lap top before typing away. One thing that being in film got you, was also being skilled in computers. Jaxton typed hard and fast. He wasn't trying to show off, but was finishing wording for a paragraph which had just came to him. After this, he paused, fingers ghosting over the keys. He said, without looking at Ollie, "How long have you been here? I mean... it's getting close to noon." Jaxton finally turned his head, looking sidewards at Oliver with that lopsided grin. "I don't have a class until three... and if you'd like, we could" Jaxton shrugged his shoulders, tossing caution to the wind. "...go to lunch."

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"I... I don't know... I suppose I... I think... I'm not very memorable..." Came the murmured and embarrassed reply as Ollie looked down at his books once again, lightly biting on his lower lip. The idea that he had been remembered, and what's more, liked was new to him and he found himself with little to no idea how to react. Of course he was so very pleased but at the same time he was somewhat frantic; not wishing to somehow mess up the blossoming (he hoped) friendship between himself and his fellow student.

As Jaxton began to speak of his own interests, the boy tilted his head to one side and became suddenly very attentive; he wanted to know as much as he could about the other male for reasons he couldn't quite explain. he knew enough of his own feelings to know that a spark of a crush had flickered to life, and his cheeks flushed slightly in embarrassment as he thought on it, smiling softly and nodding eagerly. "Ah... films... I'm terrible with a video camera; I always get distracted by the smallest things..." he coughed softly then and rubbed the back of his head, ruffling dark hair nervously. "B-But I suppose you're more into the... mechanics than just... shooting..."

Ollie then turned to his own work and tried to focus, though the effort was in vain as his eyes kept drifting to the man sat at his side, the delicate blush still firmly in place as he fiddled with his pen, wondering on what to say next; something intelligent? Funny? Lord no; he was no good at telling jokes, but then was he good at conversations in general? As he fretted over the steadily growing silence, Jaxton suddenly broke it and he made a small 'huh' sound, tilting his head to one side.

"Oh... ah... a couple of hours, maybe...? I... I lost track of time to be honest..." He giggled quietly before the offer to go to lunch was made and he simply stared at the man for several moment. "G-Go to... lunch...?" He repeated, his cheeks positively glowing red. "I... I'd love to...! I mean... if... if you're sure you wouldn't mind... I haven't lived here long and... and I don't really know many good places to go..." His tone was so very excited, it might have been a little pathetic, but Ollie so rarely was invited anywhere; he truly was as happy as he sounded, a smile tugging at his rosy lips.

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Ollie was such an adorable little thing. Jaxton had to admit that he had never exactly found himself so drawn to another person---especially a boy. Yet, the more those bright blue eyes peeked up at him, the more that Jaxton wished to cup Oliver's face and caress that smooth skin for the first time. Of course Oliver was memorable, but Jaxton could not exactly explain why.

Oliver was so awkward, that he was cute to Jaxton. The way he stuttered and ruffled his own hair nervously. Why Ollie was so shy and fearful of Jaxton, the boy did not know. Jaxton did not believe he was being very forward or rude with Ollie, and was actually trying extra hard not to.

The way that Ollie jumped at Jaxton's offer at lunch, made a smirk pull at Jaxton's lips. _Reeling him in..._ Jaxton wondered if Oliver had ever been hurt before. The boy seemed so trusting, and so willing. It wasn't like Jaxton had any dark plans for his new 'friend', but Jaxton definitely knew that he was going to plan something for this sweet little flower. Clicking the save button for the document he had open, Jaxton then pressed the power button on his laptop until the screen went dark.

"...well then... what sounds better---a burger or pizza?" Having lived in the small college town for three years, Jaxton knew a good amount of places that were perfect for eating out. He knew which place was cheapest for the quality, but Jaxton had already planned to treat Oliver to a really nice meal. "Or does something else sound better?" He asked, placing his laptop back into his bag. Jaxton reached, pushing some hair from his own eyes before placing his hand on the back of Oliver's chair back. His fingertips gently touched Oliver's back, before slowly pulling his hand back.

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Jaxton wasn't being particularly scary or forward with Ollie at all; the boy was simply so very unused to people actively approaching him and speaking to him, that he had little idea how to deal with it, and his naturally nervous demeanor made it difficult for him to come across as anything other than a frightened mouse. The idea that someone would also want to eat lunch with him was beyond anything he could imagine; people ate out with friends, with people they liked... Ollie was never involved in those normal activities, and yet now, on his second day at collage no less, being invited out...

He was completely oblivious to Jaxton's mental thoughts of reeling him and flirting, but certainly he felt a rather deep flush of embarrassment as he was asked out; he was rather swept off his feet and in shock, with no idea what to say. Part of him was terrified that he would somehow ruin the mood, or make the other student take back his offer, however as his opinion was requested he swallowed thickly and forced himself to reply as he busied about sliding his various books into his bag, gathering up his papers also.

"U-Um... I... ah... I like... pizza...?" He murmured softly, a small and hopeful smile coming to his lips before he gasped quietly and shook his head, glancing back up at Jaxton as he rose to his feet. "Th-That is, if yo don't mind...? I'll go wherever you like... I don't know anywhere around here, so... I'm all yours really..." He blinked slowly, his cheeks blossoming into a blush at the badly chosen words. "Um... n-not that... I mean... ah..."

Deciding that it would be best to cut his losses he silenced himself before he felt the hand upon the back of his chair, a small gasp slipping between his lips at the sensation of the fingers ghosting over his back. Was that intentional? It seemed intentional... Ollie hoped it was; it was a nice gesture and he swallowed, slowly moving to his feet and peering up at his friend with a nervous smile. "Were shall we go then...?" He tilted his head to one side, having very much the demeanor of someone speaking to their first crush...

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Jaxton's eyes remained rather intent on sweet little Ollie. The boy was like a piece of candy---delicious and delicate. Jaxton did not know much about Ollie, but he really wanted to learn. So, watching the little boy pack his things, he made sure to read the names of the text books that he could as well as observe the way his wrote as he took his notes. _His hand writing is so perfect,_ Jaxton thought to himself, before lifting his eyes back to Ollie's bright blues. The way he fumbled over his answer made Jaxton's head tilt. The boy was adorable but Jaxton was unsure how to react to the sweet little thing.

Jaxton was about to open his mouth in response to pizza being chosen over the burger, but Ollie seemed to seal the deal, himself. _I'm all yours really._ Jaxton replayed what he had said, over in his head. As a response he thought to himself, _You have no idea, Ollie._ Instead of blurting that, Jaxton offered a simple shake of his head, along with a grin of approval. "It's OK..." He eased the boy's fears, "I understand what you meant." As much as Jaxton wanted it to mean something else, he could not deny that he did understand what Oliver was spitting.

As his little companion finally stood to meet him, ready to go, Jaxton carefully reached to place his hand on the middle of Ollie's back. His left hand, then, would reach out as if directing the boy towards the stairs and ultimately the exit of the student union. "There's a really nice pub-like place, on Wooster." Wooster Street was the main drag which the campus lied on. "Cappy's. Have you heard of it?" He asked, absently, as he followed beside Ollie. It didn't matter if Oliver had heard of it or not, but Jaxton was just trying to make conversation. "It's really good... if you don't mind greasy." Jaxton chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

Jaxton was not dumb to Oliver's big eyes on him, or the way he stood and blushed. He soaked all of that in, but Jaxton did not want to ruin the moment. Instead, he decided to view from afar and not prod into the actions which Ollie was exhibiting.

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Oliver wouldn't have been surprised if his foolish choice of words had caused him to loose the offer of lunch at almost the instant it had been accepted; he had sounded so very awkward even to himself and while he was sure the butterflies dancing around his stomach seemed stronger than his usual nervous tendencies, he didn't want to risk spoiling the budding friendship between himself and Jaxton. Biting his lower lip, the boy hung his head and shuffled, readying himself for the crushing about-face... but it never came.

The boy's wide, bright eyes flicked upward to gaze across at Jaxton with a small yet clearly relieved smile upon rosy lips and he nodded quickly, delicate fingers fiddling with the shoulder strap on his bag. "Hahh... I-I was just... joking anyway... um... th-thank you..." He mumbled softly, his embarrassment clear in his tone and withdrawn demeanor. There was a moment of silence before Jaxton spoke again of the place they would be visiting, and Ollie tilted his head to one side, silken hair ghosting over his petite features.

"I've never... really been out of the grounds apart from the get the bus to and from home... I'm n-not really one for socializing..." He hoped that his awkwardness wouldn't make his companion feel uncomfortable; he couldn't stand the thought of unconsciously driving off the one person who spoke to him... he would simply have to try his very best to ensure that didn't happen.

Even so, a small gasp passed between his lips as the arm slid around his back and he was directed toward the exit, swiftly hurrying forward to break the contact, a deep flush upon his features. He wasn't used to bodily contact... it was nice... maybe a little scary. "S-So... how far is it...? Ch-Chads, did you say?" He swallowed thickly, stealing the occasional glance as the other male.

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Oliver was like an angel. A sweet, little, delicate angel. Jaxton could barely keep his eyes off of the boy, just as Ollie was trying to prevent his own eyes from staring too long. He knew the both of them were having trouble keeping their eyes off of one another---Jaxton was also having a hard time keeping his hands off of Ollie as well. Shoving his hands down into his pockets, he tried to prevent running his fingers over Ollie's smooth back again. He could tell that Ollie was very new to the sensation of being touched, or else, Ollie was just uncomfortable with it. He hoped that would change quickly.

As they started down the steps, Ollie began asking about where they were going. Jaxton could only laugh at the name Oliver produced. "No." He chuckled, shaking his head. He lead Ollie from the bookstore, and down to the exit. Once outside, they began walking down a long path that cut through a row of trees. This was the main courtyard. "It's Cappy's," Jaxton corrected. "It's about... a ten minute walk from here." Then, Jaxton thought over the situation. "Give or take."

They walked down past the large clock tower in the middle of the courtyard. "...you said home." Jaxton pointed out, after a moment of silence fell between them. "Do you live on campus? In a dorm, I mean. Or do you commute?" Again, Jaxton was not trying to be a creepy stalker... he was only trying to make conversation between them.

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Ollie wrapped his arms lightly around his chest as he walked along the route, slightly behind his companion in order for him to be shown the way, and he tilted his head to one side with a small, tentative smile as he allowed his gaze to shift sideways to Jaxton. He felt like he should say something to start a conversation as they walked; it would be terrible if they lapsed into awkward silence this soon into the budding relationship. Ollie hadn't spoken to anyone else while he had been at collage; he had been to scared too... Jaxton was thew only real human contact he had. He was desperate already to keep it.

"H-Huh?" He blinked quickly, a light flush creeping to his cheeks as the correction of the name was made, clearing his throat softly and looking away in embarrassment. "O-Oh... right... Cappy's... I knew that..." He murmured softly, biting his lower lip and looking ahead to the road with a nervous expression. A ten minute walk? How would he be able to hold Jaxton's interest for that long? He didn't have anything interesting to talk about, wasn't good in social situations... panic began to nudge at his mind before suddenly Jaxton spoke and the boy breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, ah... I commute from home..." He replied instantly, the thought that the question was in any way creep not occurring to him. "It's just a bus ride away; only takes twenty minutes to get here..." He lapsed into silence for a few moments before forcing himself to continue the conversation, smiling slightly in Jaxton's direction. "I'm often home by myself though; parents work away quite a bit, but I don't mind... what about you, Jaxton? Do you live in the dorms?"