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It contains yaoi, mentions of homosexual sex and incest, violence, cursing. R-rated, shouldn't be read by persons under 18 years of age.

A/N: So... The next part's up. And thanks for reviews.

Worshipped
by Camui

Chapter 3

I'm getting ready to go to the bar, to try to get myself busy with other things than thinking about him, burning for him. For once, I can put all make-up I want on, it isn't that intense anyway, I don't have anything to cover, just to accent. Tight, black clothes, something I've picked up for him at the place of my usual gray ones, and I'm out.

I have a motorcycle, too. I'm using it to ride to the suburbs, to the bar. It's old sports BMW, powerful engine and shreds of the rest. I said it's old. And honestly ? I'm not taking good care of it. Shame to show it to my soon-to-be boyfriend...

Could someone tell me why do I act like a love-sick teenage girl ? I'm a man, for God's sake, silent, moody and hot. But it's my first love. I wasn't in love before, I wasn't in love with my father, he came and took me and I could either accept it or not, which wouldn't have stopped him from doing what he did anyway. My first love I was waiting for so long... someone ready to worship me, someone I thought I would never meet so it seems unreal that I've had. Maybe it's fake, maybe it's just lust in his eyes, maybe I read them wrong, after all I don't know him, but... maybe I should let myself have that little bit of happiness, those few days of being extremely childlike before I'd be brought back to my normal life that forced me to become adult being 11 years old..

As for now, I'm going to the bar to sing. I don't even have a good voice, but that's not the point and it isn't time to dwell on it. I need to hurry.

I noticed him only as I stopped at the traffic lights, half a mile away from my home. He had to be following me ever from there. Black Harley-Davidson, with its rider dressed in black as well, without helmet, unlike me. He stopped just next to me, eyeing me cautiously. I took the helmet off, for once letting him see me at my best, with full make-up. From what I could make out he did a double-take.

We started from the lights at the same moment, but he placed himself back behind me soon enough. I observed him in the side mirror thoughtfully, wondering from where had he gotten there at all. Had he been waiting for me to go out again in the evening, throughout the few hours that had passed since I'd come back from school ? Where ? It was cold and it had been raining earlier.

Surprised with my own sudden bravery, I turned to the bar. If he didn't care, care very much, he wouldn't have been there at all, I couldn't doubt it. Tonight, at the bar, it'll be the final act of my teasing. I wanted to spend this night with him.

We left out motorcycle's next to each other outside the bar and he followed me closely inside, so closely that for the shortest moment I could smell him, not quite dried leather previously soaked with rain and really nice cologne. Once inside I maneuvered around the tables to Akai, recognized by some guests already. I was acting careless, anyway, it was what made me look the best. Akai was busy, so I waited at a table close to the stage, absently accepting a drink from some young guy. Shinya was sitting at the opposite wall, slumped down on his chair, sipping something what was looking like coke from where I was, but could be more, two guys approached him from different directions at the same moment. He accepted them sitting at his table with a playful smirk. Maybe... He was mine.

I stood up, brought back for a while by an arm of that guy who had bought me a drink, pulling me down for a quick kiss. I gave him a second and pulled away, going to Akai. She looked up at me from over the console with glassy eyes. She was high, no way to talk with her. And the noise she was making was awful, while normally she was quite talented girl. She shouldn't take that much of heroine. It shouldn't really bother me. I was just slowly losing my source of really free drinks here, that was all, but anyway, I won't be coming here anymore once I really stuck up with Shinya.

I eyed the table he was sitting at now with just one guy, from that distance looking like having friendly talk. Owner patted me on the shoulder from behind. Time to go on the stage. I didn't feel really in mood yet, two little of alcohol, Shinya stuck up with someone and Akai looking like a zombie, she wasn't really alive, her soul wasn't even here. I sighed, put my hands in my pockets and jumped on the stage.

The lights were turned on. I approached the microphone carelessly and took it from its stand, stretching the cable a bit to be able to move at all. As I was getting ready silence crept over the bar, loud voices lowered to whispers, all the people still standing moving towards the tables, looking for a place to sit down, grabbing their drinks and looking intently at me, dozens of pairs of eyes tracing every contour of my body while moving down it... There had been the time when it had been taking my breath away, that I could do something like that to so many males while back then I hadn't known most the tricks I do now, only male I had ever teased and flirted with before, just a bit, being my father. Now I was a master in both activities, I'd learned to promise with my look way more than I am. Maybe it had been the same with my mother ? Maybe it had been what had made my father burn for her ?

I reached one hand to brush my hair off my eyes and behind my ear, closing the distance between my lips and the microphone, but before I opened my mouth to sing I looked for Shinya with my eyes. He was still sitting at the same table, which happened to be quite close to the stage, alone. Our gazes locked and the song just flowed. I knew it perfectly, I could sing not thinking about it at all and this time I did, my mind was off, all I could see were intense green eyes, almost shining in the semi-darkness like those of a cat, shivers running down my spine one by one, my heart beating like crazy. They would tell me later that evening it was my best appearance there, ever.

Three more songs and I could go down, on shaky legs, still blind to everything but emerald greenness of Shinya's eyes, bearing into mine without stop. I was feeling like drunk, like high, like everything of that put together, strange dizziness creeping over me, my erection hurting between my legs, restrained by too tight pants, my hands shaking as I accepted a drink from the owner and tried to hold the glass still, failing miserably. The owner had never seemed gay himself to me before, but that evening he told me I was beautiful and that if I wanted money for just singing there, more money than anyone else, I just needed to go to his home with him tonight. I turned the offer down. He isn't like think, like old and fat, he's a young guy, with long black hair, dark complexion and black eyes. He may be around thirty, that really isn't much, I've slept with an older man being younger myself, but I turned him down, as I would've done every other evening, but that one in particular.

Where the fuck was Shinya ? I just saw his back as he was leaving the bar. I just hoped it was his back. I gulped the rest of my drink down, excused myself and rushed to the exit following him. He was supposed to be following me, to burn for me, why the opposite was happening ? But I couldn't stop myself from running outside and looking frantically around only to see him, half-sitting on my motorcycle, standing just next to his. But indeed, he was sitting on mine. I had a reason to talk to him, finally. I wanted to hear his voice, to see if I'd like it. I straightened my shirt, ran one shaky hand through my hair and slowly approached him, paying attention to sway my hips a bit more than necessary. Welcoming smirk appeared on his face, if hopefully I was reading him right. I approached him until there weren't more than three feet between us, my nostrils twitching as I took in the smell of still soaked leather, my eyes widening as our gazes locked again. His eyes were brilliant, intense emerald green with traces of an almost yellow shade, so much unlike mine, green as well, but mixed with gray and blue while his were just green, the most intense and true shade of the color I'd ever seen. Slowly, I gathered my self-control and courage and spoke, working hard on keeping my voice not only steady, but also a bit more hollow and husky than usual.. It made it way more sexy...

" This is my motorcycle." I stated simply, holding my breath as I was waiting for an answer. I wanted to hear his voice...

" So what ?" He asked bluntly, smirking misheviously. He had a nice voice, low, soft and sinister, sending a shiver down my spine as everything else about him did. " It seems we're schoolmates." He pointed, putting his hands in his pockets, clenching and unclenching them there. Nervous gesture... He wasn't as cool as he was letting out.

" Does it ?" I asked, smirking myself. If he wanted to play like that... But he didn't pay attention to my little question, continuing.

" You don't let out in school you're visiting places like that."

I smiled.

" Now that I know I can make good use of that information." He said emotionlessly, breaking the eye contact and looking aside.

It was like a blow, that snapped me out of the trance, of my daydream, panic crept over my heart for the shortest while, but I kept seeming cool outside. He couldn't have faked it, he simply couldn't, not all those looks, moves... He had been burning for me, but then what was he playing at now ?

" Don't." I stated carefully. " What do you want in return for your silence ?" It was what I would've said in such a situation to every other guy, try to bribe him. I was trying hard to act normally.

Then he looked back up, intently into my eyes, licking his lips.

" I want you."

For the longest time that in reality could've been mere second, I was staring at him, into his eyes, at his face, pretty empty beside a smirk quivering his lips up. It had been a game...

I had gotten him, I had won, I had seduced the guy into declaring he wanted me, he was mine. I would not let him go... I stood on my toes and leaned in, his strong hands gripping my arms as our lips brushed. Then he put me aside, grasping both my hands and looking down at me with weird expression to his eyes, warm, tender expression... Worship... Like if he was memorizing every curve and angel of my face for the rest of his life... Worship... which I'd waited for so long...

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