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part, 2, not that anyone can read this..,
part 2....
wait. READ THIS: this is yaoi. its is not me, its is a fic. Not me, and this is not real , plus its suggestive and a lot of the next parts are 18 +.
WARNING YOU!!
Waking up on a table in a gloomy, dark, filthy, café is not the best experience. My head hurt like hell, the room spun, and unfamiliar voices were talking s**t. So, I pretended to be asleep for a while longer, listening to the boys b***h and moan about how hard their life was. “ Aiden’s off, after some idiot that looked at him weird on Presley Ave.” Another sighed. “ Poor ********. He’ll never know what’s coming.” Low laughs spread through the room, a couple female. “ So what has he dragged here?” asked a petulant female voice asked. A boy sighed and I felt their glares on me. “ This one’s different. He’s not here as a new member. Can you guess why he’s here?” The sarcasm of the last remark stung my ears, but had no effect on the girl. “ Why is that? He’s kinda cute.” The guy replied, slightly more angrily. “ Do I have to spell it out to you you stupid b***h?! He’s here
for Aiden’s use!!” The girl replied slightly miffed, “ Whadda you mean? He’s not a toy!!”The boys laughed lowly, I heard a girl gasp."That’s odd of him. My, he goes for the pretty ones…” A cold shiver crept down my spine. I hadn’t heard of this
happening to guys, but I had heard of girls being taken to be prostitutes. I didn’t
understand, or really want to. My head hurt, and my legs were cramped. A slam echoed through the room, and a door slammed after that, a gust of cold wind running down the room to wash over me. I hadn’t heard Aiden’s voice before, but I knew it was his. The voice commanded absolute authority (and a beer). The girls voices converged as they, presumably, huddled into one booth. The guys got up to greet Aiden, the smoky wind and sliding of jeans on the booth signified their absence from nearby. Steps echoed, as Aiden ignored them, grabbed the beer of the counter as a girl offered it to him and kept walking towards me. He shoved his hand against my a**, pushing me off the table, and onto the floor. I opened my eyes as my palms met the concrete. From the floor , all I saw was the wall, then my viewpoint rose as he stood beside me and lifted me, like a prince would a princess. Grinning as he saw my surprised expression, he grunted and carried
me across the room, which was like a club, open, and deserted, devoid of life, except for the gang, leering at me. One boys eye met mine, and he looked away sad, yet angry. He quickly disappeared from sight, because Aiden kicked open the door to an adjoining room, a temporary bedroom, it appeared. The bed was only a small, filthy looking mattress on the floor with a lone blue sheet. Dropping me on the mattress, none too gently, Aiden kneeled down and started to unbutton his shirt.” What the hell are you doing?” I asked, my voice shaky. Aiden looked like the devil himself as he pulled off his shirt and began to work mine off. “What the hell are you doing!?!”. I asked again, a little stronger. He grabbed my hands and held them behind my back.” What do you think?” He asked bluntly.” You’re here, with no chance of escape and I want you. Now stop struggling so much.” Working open my belt one handed, he gripped my wrists tight, as I cried out scared. He placed his head on my shoulder and whispered, “ Your name, what is it?” And reached into my pants. I cried out. I was scared. I was so scared. Aiden was so close to me, and I was so afraid, I had only heard of this happening to little boys, and I was crying, tears streaming down my face.” Jonas…” I choked out. His ears perked and he stopped moving for a second. “ What did you say?” I gasped, as his hand began to
move again. “ my name….is… Jonas..” He smiled, a real smile and I was a little less
afraid. “ Ok Jonas,” he said, his voice now gentler. “ Let’s go slow.”
agh. i know it sucks....but the last parts arent that...ok, its all sucks! im seriously not this bad, i just can twrite in first person.
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hey!! i got less lazy! OMG! heh. its old wrtings....old writings first.... from tokyopop....and it gets better. this part sucks.
The first time I saw, Aiden I was so incredibly naïve, that if I saw myself then I probably would have stolen my own wallet. I was that pathetic. You see, I used to be one of those kids. The quiet ones, that everyone knows, but not by name. I’m about 5’9 and I have wavy black hair, about shoulder length. I guess I am okay looking, but only three girls had asked me out. Which seemed so important at the time, but now seems so insignificant. I wear glasses, which are a pain in the a** now, but back then they turned into shades when I went outside, and I thought that was the coolest darn thing I ever saw. Unfortunately, it probably targeted me for eminent abuse. The roaming gangs around here are deadly; they only bother with the upper-class preps usually so I figured I was safe. If I hadn’t worn those stupid glasses…. Okay, so I was walking home, instead of calling a cab, I kept the money that my mother gave me. She does care, which is usual for so many people around here, but I really needed the cash. I was going past Walnut (such an inconspicuous name for a street full of nothing but dealings) and, of course, I walk a bit faster, trying to get past the heavy sleaze, when some piece of filth comes out of the shadows of a alley. He’s smaller than me, about 5’5, but he doesn’t look so benign with an army surplus knife glinting in the light. He sneers at me, looking up diminishes the effect almost entirely, only to hit back home with the reflections off the knife. I was sweating, and I knew it was apparent that I was scared enough to piss myself. I swear to god I thought he was going to stab me, but then a boy with whitish –blonde hair stepped up to the younger boy. I knew instantly who it was, I mean, his reputation had gotten all the way to my school. With a stunning olive complexion he shone among the dirty boys that flocked to his sides, like a pack of dogs with a wolf leading them. That is the animal I picture Aiden to be. He’s so independent, yet thrives on the company of others, like a wolf. Besides, he was an entirely different breed from those boys. Stepping out of the shadows, he glided up to me. Grabbing my face with his hand, he inspected my looks, like a judge at a dog show. After moments of his gray ice eyes piercing mine, he released my face and grinned. He turned, and strode away exuding confidence. Almost past the boys, he whispered something to one of them, and the boys face turned to mine. The boys wore a look of a cat holding a mouse under its paw, and only a brief look told me that I had a right to be frightened. Aiden disappeared around a corner, and then the nearest boy punched me so hard, I swear I saw stars. As prep, I wasn’t really used to it. I, of course, fell against a wall and slumped to the ground like a rag doll. The older boy next to him pulled a blackjack out and grinned, looming over poor, pathetic me. “ Go to sleep “ he leered and then the stars crashed for a final time. Then silence.
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