Haha, I've made a (small) spoiler last chapter in the author note. I used the name Mike while you guys don't even know who Mike is. (but you'd most likely guessed who it is)
Anyway, I hoped I could update more times a week now I'm back at school… yeah, that didn't work out that well. I've been given a major assignment for the last weeks of school and it's taking much of my time.
But school's over soon and I'll try to be back even better than before! :D
Oh and very quick this: it's funny you all reacted so much on the fact I killed a family but the sex scene barely did anything to you guys, haha, it made me laugh XD
On with the story!
There he lay, naked, unable to move. The sets of eyes staring at him started to make him feel uncomfortable. Then, suddenly, hands appeared, moving toward him, the eyes glistering with lust.
He wanted to move away, away from the touch what was soon to come but his body was unable to. Smiles appeared under the many pairs of eyes as he felt fingers sink into his skin.
The hands slowly slipped down his body. Further and further until he squired under the pressure pressed on his manhood.
The smiles grew wider at the sound he made.
He felt a pressure on his lips which soon formed into a feeling of lips being pressed against his. They were wet and soft as they moved open and closed over his lips.
He just laid there, touched, seen, felt, kissed and above all, used against his will. But wasn't it in his will to lay here, to not move? Yes it was. But somehow, he goes against his will. There are no hands holding him down- still though, he was held down- held down by his mind, his thoughts, the way he's thinking. He was being raped but he didn't want to admit, he didn't want to tell his brain, let it know how much hurt he should feel right now.
The eyes smiling at him moved aside, making space. The dark space was quickly filled by a person appearing from the dark. Dark blue eyes made Dick's widen in shock.
"Dad?"
The hands on his body went on, on with touching while the man stood there. His emotionless eyes started to change. Very slowly the nothing was replaced by a feeling. One Dick didn't want to see.
Disgust.
-\Day twenty-nine 9:43 AM/-
My eyes burst open. My heart was racing like crazy. But the heat of panic was soon replaced by the intense cold state my body was actually in.
I shot up seeing where I was.
The streets.
Feeling how deeply the cold has withdrawn in my clothes told me I had slept for at least a few hours. Even the papers underneath me had soaked themselves in the winter cold streaming through the alley I was in.
I let out a deep sigh, feeling a shiver run down my spine. The breath escaping my lips flew up being visible from the condensation. So cold.
I automatically started to rub my arms, hoping to heat myself up a little as I left my paper bed. Sounds of a woman drew me to the other, wider alley.
My eyes widen as I saw the source the sounds. A woman, panting into the neck of the "Top Dog" guy while their bodies moved strangely against each other. A loud moan from the man made me realize what is just had walked up to and moved away.
God, why did I have to follow the sounds?
I walked back to my homemade or better called "street made" bed and sat down, knowing it was in vain to even hope it would warm up again with my body heat. I needed something what could help me to warm up. Something what could beat the cold hiding deep within the fabric of my cloths. Of my heart…
After a few minutes of blowing my warm breath into my hands I heard the woman exclaim in pleasure. They were done and a few soft heated whispers sounded from both the male and female. The sounds of high heels ticking on the cold stone streets declared her departure.
A few seconds later the man appeared from the dark end of the alley and walked up to me, no particular emotion written on his face. He threw something with a loop, giving me enough time to catch it.
I saw the red apple in my hand and looked up seeing the man sit down beside me. "Don't think I'm going to baby you now."
I gave no answer as I took a bite from the cold fruit and felt the delight of its moisture on my tongue. I only now realized how hungry and thirsty I've been. So I greedily eat the apple, feeling how both my needs were fulfilled just a bit.
"I only bought you this because you had already drifted off to sleep before I could have told you to buy something for dinner and breakfast," the man explained as he watched how I consumed the little food.
"Thanks," I said as I finished the fruit- leaving only its core, the seeds, and the little stick on top of it.
The man rose and gave me a glance that told me to follow. I did that and was lead back to the streets.
I followed the man all the way to the nearby grocery store. I felt my face lite up a bit as the warmth inside the store welcomed by body like a blanket. I had missed this warm and easy feeling. It made my eyes slumber and feel save. It made me think back to the times I curled up in Bruce's lap and was hugged by the man. Daddy…
A quick hit on my shoulder woke me up from my thoughts, and I looked up the man. "No sleeping here or you'll get kicked out, for a long time."
I nodded and silently followed the man though the store. I picked out a few things I though could still my hunger and thirst, and we eventually ended at the liquor section.
"Which one do you want?" the man asked, taking out one bottle. He gave it one quick but deep glance as he quickly read the label and put in into his shopping basket.
"I'm not allowed to drink," I answered, while watching how the man ran his finger over the steel stand in which the liquor bottles rested in, going by ever bottle.
"But you're cold, aren't you?" the man took out a bottle of wine and passed it to me. "Here, sweet and not too strong," he showed me the bottle.
"I've err, never drank alcohol before."
The man's eyes sharpened a bit, but not as an attack or angry glare. "It's sweet shit. You'll like it once you start to feel the heat." He said and placed into his basket.
The black haired man started to walk off again and all I could do was say a small "Oh," and just followed him.
We paid for our groceries and left the building. The cold hit my face and quickly reconquered my body. I just wish I could hide within the store and wait there for the coast to become clear. But I couldn't and I knew that. But nothing is wrong with dreaming, right?
We sat down on a bench in the park. It was as good as empty. The winter cold had chased the people away from the half green half brown park. The water shone and looked somewhat warm. But I knew it was just the dull sun shining down on it through a few light cloths what made that impression.
The bottle appeared from the man's backpack and he held it out towards me and held his other hand open. "That's 15 bugs," the man said, and I finally understand. I quickly looked up the money I hid in my giant sports bag and handed it to him, getting the bottle handed back to me.
I opened the wine and looked down into the shaft, feeling a burst of adrenaline shoot through my veins. It felt wrong to drink, even though it was just to warm up. And I really wanted that... but Bruce had told me so many times it was wrong to drink.
"You going to drink it or what?" the man asked, giving me an annoyed look. He was probably wondering or maybe even irritated that I over thought everything first before jumping right into it.
"Ah, yeah, sure," I quickly brought the cold glass to my lips and slowly lifted the weighty bottle up making the content slowly seep into my mouth, filling it with a strange stating liquid. I swallowed it and felt the heat suddenly blaze up in my throat, causing my face to turn red in delight. It felt so great to have something warms inside of me.
The liquor flew down causing my body to heat up everywhere it reached, and the rest of my body quickly followed. I took another sip, and felt the same sensation, only a bit weaker now, rush down my throat.
I felt my face lighting up in a delightful burn, and I put down the bottle, sinking a bit deeper into the stone hard bench.
"That feels good, huh?" The man smiled at my reaction. I nodded, eyes unfocused, lingering into a warm fuzzy feeling. "Here," I woke up from the rather sort trance I was in to look up seeing the man hand me the bottle again. "Take more," I saw a small smile creep up on his face, but somehow the bottle took more of my attention... So I took it.
I took a big gulp this time, feeling a new spike of heat in my body. "Aaaah," How much I had longed to this warmth. I never knew it was possible to long for something so badly. I've always had what I needed. But not anymore. Though right now? Right now it felt like I had everything I needed.
Two arms formed a grip around my arms and before I knew it I found myself on his lap. "I don't even know your name," I suddenly said, before even realizing I hadn't placed a name beside this man. I've never asked him neither has he told me. But he does know mine, or at least he think he does.
"Call me Mike," he smiled and took a sip from his bottle. "You might like this too," Mike said as he gave me his bottle. Without thinking I took a sip, tasting something more bitter than what was inside my bottle. But it tasted okay. And not to forget it heated me up too.
Again a smile crept up by the black haired man as he slowly lifted the bottle in my hand with the tip of his finger causing it to title just enough for more liquor to fill my mouth. I drank it. I was still thirsty so why not?
He kept on lifting the bottle little by little till I had about six good gulps from it and slowly moved it away. But he replaced the bottle's glass on my lips quickly with his own, and pulled me closer to him on his lap.
I kissed back, feeling no reason not to please the man a bit. He had taken care of me by giving me a place to rest, by giving me an apple as breakfast and helping me to warm up. Also, his body, his lips were so warm too.
So seeing the benefits of this I snuggled up with the man as I kept kissing him. He trailed his arms over my back leaving a warm trail on it. Right now I couldn't heat up enough. The whelming heat was just not enough. I needed more!
His tong entered my mouth and his hand held my head firmly as he started to investigate my inner cheeks shamelessly, with enough force to let my head move into his hands. He moaned into my mouth as one hand trailed down, slipping into my pants.
I jumped off him. "What are you doing!" I shouted, my heart beating like crazy.
The man around the age of 26 rose and held my chin in a bit romantic way, titling his head as he leaned in, ready for a the next kiss. "Making a steamy scene with you."
"What? Here?" I stepped back from the man. I let my eyes trail to my surroundings. A empty park, with CCTV, buildings with people who could be watching. What was I doing here? It was dangerous. I could be found again and where could I even run of to now? It was a park, not the streets. I couldn't just hide behind a bush and hope not to be found. In the streets I can run, hide in stores and lose them easily. It would take too much time to get out of the park to save myself or to hide from flying bullets. They could easily surround me, forcing me to give up.
"What's the problem with having sex in a park?" the man laughed cocky.
"I shouldn't even be here!" I spoke loudly, and picked up my bottle, closing it with its cap and put it away in my bag. I swung the handle over my shoulder and walked off.
"What are you talking about!" the man shouted back as he grabbed my shoulder turning me back to face him. I saw him wear an angry and insulted face. Just now I realized that he was most likely drunk.
"I'm talking about my father," I lied. "I'm a dead man when he finds me here. I should go back to the streets. The chance to be found there is lower- But here it's too easy."
The man came closer to me again placing a sloppy wet kiss in my neck. "As you wish, sweetheart," a shiver run down my spine as his words landed as sweet and hot whispers in my ear.
Yeah, definitely drunk.
-\Day twenty-nine 3:16 PM/-
The ginger stared into the nothing, arms spread all over his school table with a math book resting under his chin.
"Mister West?"
The speedster didn't noticed the many heads turn toward him as his glance was sucked up into the blackboard, thinking about his best friend. He had been roaming the streets from Gotham city for so long. Every day after school time he'll use his super speed to run to his friends city and look for him. Unlike his team, he hadn't give up the search. Maybe a planned search just wasn't the way to find someone in Gotham. His random roaming might give him more results.
"Mister West?" a voice repeated only louder this time.
Poor Robin. Where could he be? Alone, scared? What kind of friend was he for not being there when his friend needs him? And to top off his feeling of guilt, there's still the fact he had ripped off his mask. Well, maybe it was not his hand, but he was there, approving to force the boy.
"Mister West!"
A hand struck the table making Wally jump up, startled away from his thoughts. His head snapped to his left seeing his teaching, frowning deep as he shook his head.
"You've been daydreaming again?" the man asked as he held out a paper. "I can see you've done the same with your test, young man."
The redhead took the paper and saw the big red E written on top of it. "What? How?" he looked up, in disbelieve, to his teacher.
"I would like to have a word with your parents. Your school work is going back with dramatic steps and you're not focused in the class. This Thursday, after class," the man added sharply.
"What? I can't be at school after school time!" the teen shouted in panic. He had to search for Robin after school. What if he had found him that night. He can't miss a night of search!
The teacher sighed an pressed his glasses further up on his nose bridge. "You should have studied better if you have no time for such meetings. Be there, 3:30 in my office," with that the man left the flabbergasted teenager behind and told the class its homework. Only seconds after that the bell rung and the horde of teens left the class.
How could this have happened? He was always good with school, it was even easy for him. But spending all his free time at searching Gotham City started to take its toll.
The teen rose from his chair, shoving his books in one go into his backpack and swung it over his shoulder. He joggled through the building. He had no time for this. But he couldn't ignore it and not show up. He might get in even deeper problems. And he couldn't help Robin if he was locked way in his room for misbehaving.
The boy let out a sigh, and let his head hang in a sign of depression. What to do?
-\Day twenty-nine 1:58 PM/-
Mike might be drunk, but the man still had a straight enough mind to lure me into a shop I'd never thought to find myself. Or maybe it was me who's drunk? Maybe… Maybe not.
I walked past a magazine which I hadn't wanted to see so I turned away and found myself eyeing the next embracement. A small yelp escaped me as I turned red and quickly glanced down to my feet.
"I see you're not used to this kind of shop, ha?" the man grabbed the magazine and leaned down on my shoulders with his underarms, letting the magazine bungle before my eyes as his chest pressed against my shoulders. "Hmm?" his lips moved by my ear.
"N-not really," I didn't know where to look anymore. The naked woman with spread legs before me was not quite the view I hoped for but the dummy's on my other side wasn't really something I wanted to stare at either.
"Doesn't this turn you on?" I looked back at the head on my shoulder. "She's quite the babe."
My eyes scanned the naked woman on the cover. Her breast were pressed forward and her hand was placed unusually. I'd never would think of a woman touching herself like that, at least not this casually. I decided to find the things I would look at when I looked at dressed girls. Her hair looked soft and seemed to dance around her hand, air as best friend and her lips were full of both volume and color. Her eyes where half-lidded as if she was in pleasure but it was clearly faked, the way her eyebrow slightly twitched gave that away. Though I doubt anybody who looked at such magazines would ever notice. Her nose bridge was thin and pointed off softly. Her make-up was natural, as if she was a natural beauty.
"I like her make-up," I answered, considering most of this person would be photoshopped. I took the magazine and placed it back and turned around to face Mike.
"So you're more the guy type?" the man asked me, hands in his hips, lips too close to mine.
"No," I kept my face straight as if we were in a challenge. "Dude, I'm 12, she-" my hand pointed without looking back. "-is way out of my comfort age to hit on her."
"So you're not hitting on me either?" a weird kind of smile crept on Mike's face which made me almost concern. Had I entered the wrong side of this conversation? I could have easily said she had nice breast, but no; I had to go in denial.
"Nope, just business," I said, walking off, the man imminently fallowing me like a lost puppy.
"Oh come on!" the man grabbed my shoulder, turned me around and slammed his lips onto mine. I was paralyzed for a few seconds until he let go and finished his talk. "Didn't that one went right to you crotch?"
I slapped him in his face, feeling somewhat satisfied to see his head snap back by the force. It felt good to hit that man, though I'm not sure why. "Pervert! I'm a prostitute, not your personal whore!"
The man laughed. That made me twitch. He suddenly kissed me again, but differently. His lips roamed over mine as if he was massaging me. His hand held my lightly and hell, his kiss this time did when to my crotch. My eyes fell shut as they became heavy in delight and my mind doze off. His tongue carefully entered my mouth and started to brush mine. I let a soft moan escape as I leaned into the kiss. God, that man can kiss, once he puts his mind on it.
"No making out here!" a loud and stern voice spoke, causing us to part.
I looked past Mike, finding the owner of the shop, a paper rolled up in his hand and a cigarette between his lips, still smoldering. I saw confusion tug his face as he saw that Mike had been making out with me.
Mike turned around, facing the man. "Drake, dude, did I disturb your smoke break?"
"Who's the pixy?" the man asked, head tilting a bit to have a better look on me. His eyes were dull but filled with both boredom and something I couldn't really place.
"A gift from heaven," Mike spoke but quickly changed topic as he almost imminently placed "Now, I need some lube," behind his first sense. "I thought you would have some," a wink was shot the man who cracked a smile.
"You're telling me this kid's having sex with you?" the man asked somewhat sarcastic as he walked further into the store.
"I tell you, best ass I've ever had," Mike bragged as he fallowed the man toward the product they needed. "You could give it a try if you want," the man spoke as the shop owner took the product from its place.
His hand froze. "You're saying I can have a bite from you jackpot?" the man moved again as a sudden turned made Drake look deep within Mike's eyes.
"Well, certainly not for free. But you could if you wanna," Mike spoke taunted. Eyes sharp and daring.
I started to feel slightly uncomfortable with this situation.
"How much?" the man asked as Mike took another tube from the rack.
"For a quick go? 70 bugs and those tubes," Mike spoke, taking the tube from the shop owner and past both to me.
"70? That's not really a soft price," the man couched as we walked back to the counter.
"He's exclusive. You find a 12 year old willingly to have sex with you, with a tight as hell ass," Mike spoke, hand placed on his hips, sharping his attitude.
The redhead sighed. "You've got a point," the man put away his cigarette and placed his paper next to the counter. "If your ripping me off, I'll make sure someone will do the same with your head," the man threw a frowned look to the man on the other side of the counter.
"I'll assure you, there will be no need for a call after this, unless you mind the smell of sex in you backroom," Mike threw in, smiling, as if he was winning the game of the day.
"Come here kid," the man lifted his head a bit as gesture to come behind the counter.
"My name is Alex," I placed in before I walked over to the man. "And-" I injected. "I'm a teen. So no kid, kiddo, chum or anything like that, understood?" I sharped my eyes on the man, placing my weight forward hoping to seem bigger and, of course, to make more impression on the man.
"Whatever you want princess," the man smirked and opened a door which leaded to a messy room with an old looking computer on a desk, which was mostly buried with paper works, which looked undone to me. The screen was the only light illuminating the room at the moment, making it look rather dull and unclean. The smell of smoke told me the man felt free enough to smoke while working back here and was not neat enough to think of opening a window for fresh air. Guess he had smoked long enough to forget the smell of the long, white and mostly addictive rods, make.
I walked in, ignoring the protest my gut gave me and took one of the tubes of lube. I placed it on the desk and started to open up my belt. I noticed the man looming over me as I opened my zipper and let the fabric slide down my legs and landed with a dimmed sound. Only my belt made a light noise.
I saw that the door was still open a crack, but Drake placed himself in-between the door and me. "Mike would never allow me to close that door," the man spoke as his hands formed a grip around my boxer.
I hummed in understanding and let the man pull my boxer down. The man turned me around and pulled both his leggings and boxers down in one go. He first touched my entrance and lead me towards the desk. He took the lube and smeared it over his fingers.
Without noticing, until I did it, I was licking my lips, nervously. The first finger slid in, easily. That lube helped much. A second one fallowed soon and a third didn't wait too long too. I grabbed the desk as the man went on, shoving his fingers in and out of me.
After a few moments the man took back his fingers and I heard the red tube being reopened and the man started to put the lube on his swollen length. Sweaty arms wrapped around me as a hard breath flew over my ear. The man had to be turned on badly from the preparing of my ass, as he had reached this state without his manhood to be involved. The man entered me, letting out a loud moan.
"God!" the man growled as he deepened within me. "You're so freaking tight."
I bit my lips as I consciously didn't want to moan but my mind started to tell me that every prostitute should at least gave in to the pleasure to make it more fun for his or her costumer. So I started to moan as the man slowly began the thrusting.
My body started to rock and my moans catch up with the rhythm as they came more naturally. Drake started to become more rough as he pushed with more strength, causing me to fall over a bit. I knocked a pile of papers sheets off the desk which fluttered to the ground. My torso and arms were spread over the desk as the man only goes harder on me.
One well aimed thrust made me yelp in pleasure and the man started to moan just as loud. I dug my nails into the wood of the desk as the pleasure became so much. It was too much. I was about to- "Ah! Aaah! Drake!" I didn't know why I shouted his name but it made the redhead come inside me with a shout of my name on his turn and my torso shot back up as my head lolled back. I shot everything I had all over the table and sunk into the man's arms. My knees where far too weak to carry me anymore and my head was to musty to react.
I hear the door open further and a pair of hand lifted me out of the man's hands. I opened my eyes and met Mike's. "Had fun, little one?"
As he had pulled me back to my feet he let go but my body suck to the ground as an exhausted animal. I felt simply so limp, blush spread over my face of the flushed feeling my member gave me.
"Guess that's a yes. My old friend here has still his moves I see," Mike spoke as if he knew everything about that man. He crouched down and started to dress me, despite the attitude he wore. I simply clung unto his shirt as he did so. "Here yah go."
I was pulled back to my feet and met a smiling shop owner. "You're right. He's way worth it," the man spoke as he leaded us back to the shop.
Somehow I was lost in words. No reaction came to mind and my face gave no emotion free. I was confused, not sure how to feel after what just happened to me.
"Well, we're taking our leave," Mike spoke, a warm hand on my shoulder, leading me toward the door.
Memories of the day before flashed through my mind as the cold air of the street made my hair blow out of my face. "Go work with that fine ass of yours," Mike's voice echoed through my head as the touch of his firm hands burned on my hips. "I recognize a virgin when I do one,"
I looked up from the streets. "Say," I glanced toward him. "How did you know I was a virgin?" Mike looked down at me. I only now noticed how tall Mike actually was. He might be even taller than Bruce.
He cracked a smile. "Well, you didn't seem to be a stupid kid, but you didn't wanted me to use lube either. That meant that you had to be a virgin," The man told. His eyes found the street back, watching the stones he stepped on. "Also, the way you started, shy but firmly, gave it away. Most people would either be rude and start firm or act cool and start slow to build up. But you was just so out of place at that moment, clearly unknown with all this."
"Oh," I looked forward. "Then why hadn't you said so when I told you I was a prostitute?"
The street's became smaller and more erotic shops passed. The streets looked less empty as more man and women stood in the small alleys, back resting against the wall as if they could attack you any minute. I don't know if I felt unsafe because of Batman's training to not trust people with such attitude or because their eyes seemed to first scan me and then fallow me till I left their eyesight.
"Why would I stop you from fucking me? Raping a kid is great, but getting fucked by one is even better," A shiver run down my spine at his words. He sounded so sickly proud.
Though, before I could give it a second though, a hand grabbed mine. I looked back seeing a middle age man, smirking a drunk smile at me. "Hi there, little one," the man spoke pulling me against his chest. "Did I overheard you well? You're a whore?"
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