A new chapter and a new name for the story. It's still the same but Rock Bottom felt better. So that's why I changed the name.
I hope you'll enjoy this chapter!
-\Day fifty eight 11PM/-
"You haven't found him yet!?" Christopher could barely contain his rage when he didn't receive the massage he wanted.
The dark blond man was not feeling that happy today, Clark noticed. But what he couldn't read from his voice was the bad day the one year younger male had endured.
"It was harder then I estimated and those gang wars aren't helping in any way," the man with the view over the earth explained. "It's hard to ignore such things, you know."
A well-known growl sounded over the phone. "I understand. But please don't interfere. Gotham isn't a city which can handle meta-humans. We don't have founds like Metropolis, so a fight between you and the gangs can cost Gotham more in the end then by just leaving it."
"Yes, yes, we went over this already," the man sighed. "I understand. But Dick is nowhere to be found. I'll restart the search as soon as I got a new excuse to skip work."
Bruce sighed. "This is taking too long," the man leaned against the gray wall, plastic horn held against his ear by his shoulder as he was writing down a list with groceries. "This wasn't supposed to…" the man stopped, knowing that once he started the rant he wouldn't stop. And since this was nowhere near Superman's fault he couldn't find himself to flood him anyway with his rants about the mistakes he himselfhad made.
"Christopher, please don't blame yourself," the man started, feeling the guild in the silence. "I know Dick is out there somewhere. And he's a smart kid, he made himself a save place, just like you did," The Kryptonian tried to sooth the man's feeling of guild a bit. "I'm sure of it."
"No, no, no, no, no!" the dark haired super hero was surprised by the sudden shout and bang he heard on the background. Bruce must have hit something. "This feels wrong! It feels too wrong. There is something wrong with Dick!"
"Chris, please calm down,"
"No Clark! You don't get it!" the ex-hero shouted over the phone. "I've been calm for too long! I'm doing this all wrong! I must be the one searching for him, not you, not Wally, but me, me!"
"But what about your plan? What if you blow your cover?" The reporter started to worry now. Bruce sounded pumped, hyped even. But that wasn't a wise thing to be in the situation his friend was in.
"Clark, listen," the man started, voice back to calm and collected. "As you said, Dick isn't stupid. He made sure nobody would ever find him again, including the Justice League. You guys will never recognize him. But I will."
"Why would you recognize him, if we can't?" The thirty-three year old huffed, starting to doubt if Bruce was even taking him serious. He wasn't stupid! He didn't only look for black haired boys. He was searching for any person who looked just a bit like Robin once did. "It's not like you knew him that much longer than us."
"I do! You only saw him as Robin and I was the one teaching him how to blend in. I know how his mind work, I know what he would think. You don't. I can see if a person could be him by only seeking out his thought pattern," the man explained over the phone, completely full with the idea of searching for his son by himself.
"I think you're going in over your head," Superman commented. "Again, what if your cover got blown?"
"It won't," Bruce answered shortly and sharply. "But even if it will, it won't matter. I'll find Dick and we'll get lost again, together."
"Chris, I think you're losing your own plans. Why don't we just stick to them, and follow the path you made years ago?" the older male tried to convince his partner in heroism.
"No, I've been wrong, years ago."
The man sighed. "Please, just stop this."
"No."
"Christopher! Don't change plans you've broke your head over years ago. Remember how you told me they were perfect. Everything was planned. Even this! Why stop now? Why throw everything away, over a feeling?" Clark had a hand covering his face, happy nobody was in the Watchtower at the moment.
Why had Batman to be so think headed? He made plans and all, swearing by any god alive that it would be water proof and now, he suddenly wanted to change it. There was no problem. Not yet at least, so there was no reason for changing it! Though this man, feeling that something was wrong with his beloved son, freaks and drops the plans. Wasn't this plan designed to keep his son save? Then why should it suddenly fail? Why should they suddenly stop? Yeah, they had a few step backs with time and all, but not enough to even alert the Justice League about their search. Why had Bruce to be so annoying on times like these by making his own, stubborn, ways!
He could feel a headache rise inside his skull.
Bruce sighed over the phone. "I'll start my search tonight. And don't try to stop me."
Superman wanted to say something but the line went already dead. Knowing there was no way he could call the man back to finish their talk, he just sighed and let himself sink into his chair.
Yeah, defiantly a headache for tonight!
-\Day fifty-eight 4:30PM/-
Alex sighed. He had hoped to see Wally soon, but more than a week ago he disappeared and never returned.
The teen hopped off the bench. There was no use in waiting for the speedster. He wouldn't show up. He knew what kind of slut he was and there was no way he would want to hang out with scum like him.
"Say, aren't you Alex?" the blonde teen turned around to find a man he didn't know. He was smiling and held his hands deep in the pockets of his fancy looking jacked.
"Depends on who's asking," the boy answered cocky. Leaning in his hip as he looked up.
The man's smile turned into a grin. "Somebody with money and a lot of free time," the man came closer, trailing a hand down from the boy's cheek till the hand resting on his hip. "I've heard you have a golden ass."
Alex smiled on the scene being played before him. "Then yes, yes I'm Alex," the boy answered. "And you've heard well."
"Good," the brown haired man smiled, voice deep and full of lust. "How much, little one."
"The only thing small here's my asshole," the boy comment sharply. He had enough of being called small. People thought he was a kid, but he's not just a kid. Yeah, sure, he's young but he was a prostitute, and a professional one. He knew how to mess with people's head. Especially that of "grown" man. So why would he be anything less than them?
The man gave a roaring laughter. "Spicy, I like it! Now, how much do you want?" The young prostitute searched for a clock to see the time. "It's four thirty," the man informed as he looked up from his expensive looking watch.
"Let's say you'll have me for the rest of the day and we'll have dinner together," the man smiled satisfied. That was enough for Alex. "You'll pay the drinks and 500 and the dinner will be on me. Sounds like a lovely night to you?"
The man gave a chased kiss right under the boy's ear, causing him to flush slightly. "Know a place where I can enjoy both you as my dinner without getting police in my neck?
"Sure I do," the teen smirked, feeling a hand lean in his lower back.
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"Alex," a happy voice sounded in the candle lid restaurant. "Great to see you," a kiss was planted on Alex his lips as the owner walked to the boy. "How are you doing?"
"Fine, thanks Steve. But I was looking for a place where I can have a dinner with this man," the boy gestured to the wealthy looking man behind him. "You know, where we can touch a little," A naughty smile curled up on the boy's lips.
"Sure," the man showed a place in the back of his restaurant which was mostly shielded. "And it has a nice view over the park," the man gave the boy a wink. "Just keep it a bit down, I don't want my costumers to know you guys are fucking in the back of this restaurant."
"I promise we'll keep down," The boy gave a marvelously smirk before sitting down with the man.
"You know a lot of people, don't you?" the man asked, taking a seat next to the boy, moving close enough to the boy to make any other person nervous.
"I do," the boy answered, excepting the menu card given by the restaurant owner. He could see a glimpse of jealousy in his eyes but a quick wink made it disappear soon. That man was probably on for the next day.
"But I don't know you yet," the boy continued, looking up from his card, warm brown eyes locked on the green once of the older male.
There was a quick movement and a hand trapping the young prostitute between the older male and the window, playing the sight of a mid-winter Gotham City. "I'll work on that," the wealthy man placed a kiss on the boy's lips. After a moment their lips parted. "How come a twelve year old is this sexy?"
The boy snickered. "How come and rich ass as you is such a great kisser?"
"Now Alex," the man sat back up straight and took the menu again. "I think you would like to know my name, right?"
"I guess "Mystery Meat" is not the kind of name you want me to remember you by," the boy answered arrogantly.
The man simply laughed at the comment. "You're always this cocky?"
"It's part of the sex-appeal," the boy leaned on his elbow as he watch the card in his free hand. "But serious, You know my name, I liked to place a name behind the dicks I ride."
"Carlos."
The boy looked up, meting a face as straight as if he hadn't said a thing. "Carlos," the boy echoed the name. Only there was a slight questionable crack in his voice. "Fancy name," the boy came to a conclusion. "You're born wealthy?"
Carlos laughed. "You could say so," the green eyed man answered. "But I'm richer than my parents now."
"Interesting," the boy hummed, eyes roaming the different kind of food he could choose. "So it's true what they say; Money makes money."
The older male smiled. "You could say so," He put the menu card down, choice made. "But I have my way to earn money. Just like you."
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"This is quite a place," The boy said as he looked around the empty strip club. It was somewhat dark in the club and only a few lamps were on.
There was a podium in the middle which held three poles which were made to dance around. Around the podium were tables with chairs. They looked expensive. This was definitely not just a strippers club. You only got here when you got money, serious money.
"You seriously own this?" the boy let his hand slip down the chair, feeling the satin like fabric what was attached to the oak.
The man smirked. "Yes I do," the man placed a kiss in the crook of Alex's neck. "You want to try out on the podium? I bet you'll like it."
The young prostitute nodded and was led to a small room in the back of the club. The room was obviously used as change place for the people working here because of all the cloths hanging there, the mirrors with lights around them and a lot of makeup.
The man passed the boy as small looking tank top and pants what looked like leather, but he couldn't be sure in this light. As the blonde teen looked up from the clothes what was just given him he saw the man holding up underwear. "Redress."
The brown haired man left the room, leaving the teen changing for himself. He poured himself a drink and one for his young hooker. He took a seat and watched the boy enter the main area, pants tight around his thin legs and top showing every muscle the boy possessed. Those were more than Carlos had ever dared to dream.
The brown haired man rose, seeing how the boy somewhat shyly entered the stage. Alex walk over to the man and sat down on the rim of the stage. Carlos gave him the drink. "How about making a little game?"
"Anything particular in mind?" the fake blonde teen asked, nipping his glass.
The man smirked. "Actually, yes. Yes I do," the man said, taking a gulp of the strong liquid. "How about turning me on without touching me."
The ex-hero mimicked the smirk. "Go on," an eyebrow shot up. This sounded interesting.
"I'll sit there, and you'll try to make me hard. Believe me, it's harder than you think. I see my employees work every day and they barely turn me on," the man explained as he sat down. "You can use the stage if you like. And I'll give you 100 dollar more if you make me come without touching within thirty minutes."
"Bring it on," the young teen laughed as he rose. Taking the pole in his hand, inspecting the feeling it gave him. They weren't too slippery but smooth enough to turn around on it without a sound. He could work with this.
"Only one more rule," the boy turned to the man. "You can't come before me. I don't want a mess on the stage. Keep it clean."
The slight smile tugged on his lips made Alex realize that it wasn't really about the stage. The man just wanted to be pleasured, he didn't want to watch someone pleasuring himself. "Count on it," the boy threw his leg around the pole.
The owner turned on the spot light with a remote he carried in his pocket and took his glass. "Let the show begin."
Music started to play and the boy swung up. Legs find their way around the pole in a natural way. His body hung upside down, his legs tangled around the bar. His fingers touched the ground and a second later his legs were off the cold metal and in the air and slowly sunk into a bridge. He moved up slowly, letting his body roll. As he was up straight again he saw the man seemed bored. One corner of his mouth was tucked back in a criticizing way, even.
The boy felt a sight leave his dry lips. he licked them as he walked back to the pole. He had to kick this up a notch. But this was all so new to him. He grabbed the pole with one hand, the other hanging beside him. Suddenly a flash of a cloth hanging from the top a tent run through his head.
While the movements were made in his unknown memory the boy moved around the bar. Feeling suddenly very at home on the metal curtain. Instead of twisting the cloth around his arms or legs he curled his limps around the bar. So now and then he hung with only his groin holding him in place around the pole.
As he looked up from his hug with the pole he saw the man smile. He was smiling! That was a good sign.
The boy danced further before moving away from the bar and stepped on the table where Carlos was sitting on. He chuckled a bit as he watch the boy sink into a split slowly while his hands traveled down over his own body.
The boy started to tug his tank top, his under lip caught in a hold between his teeth. Slowly his muscled showed causing the man to hold a gasp as he saw Alex's thump run past his six-pack. How the hell did that kid get this muscled?
The tight top was pulled up further showing more of his more than well-tended body. The boy seemed almost caught into the fabric as he started to pull it while it was tangled around his arms and chest. And suddenly, in one go, the shirt was of and thrown into the man's lap.
The boy moved up, rising while he grabbed his pants with his thumbs sinking into the fabric. He pulled down, showing more and more, until he almost- and then the pants went down, leaving the underwear on its place.
The man had totally forgot about the drink in his hand when he could only watch the boy's body. Alex threw the leather away like it was nothing and moved around. Now his back turned to the man he shove his legs a bit apart, moving down with his torso, hands between his groin, fingers perking though on the other end. He moved down further until he could watch the man's face turned into a pleased one, both his torso and head hanging down his legs.
The boy felt his muscles pull as he moved his torso complete against his legs, hands still between his legs. He hadn't warmed his muscles up, and no matter how flexible he was, this was starting to get to him.
The blonde teen moved up, bending over the other way so he was face to face with the man he tried to turn on. His legs were still in the same position while his hands rested on the table. The man quickly placed a kiss on the boy's lips.
"Hey, no touching," the boy smirked at the man.
"I'm the rule maker. I can make them and break them," the man said, sitting back into his chair, taking a sip of his drink.
"Okay then," the boy rested his body weight on one hand as the other moved away from the table to go toward his body. The ex-hero let his hand trail down his leg to his crouch. He touched it, grabbed it.
He moved up quickly so he was on one hand, legs in the air, a rotating move with one hand was made and he moved down again, ending legs spread wide before the man, sitting on the table. Two thumbs moved between the fabric of his underwear and his skin.
Carlos took a deep breath as he knew what was coming next. Fuck! The kid had him turned on already.
The teen moved his legs closer to each other as he started to pull the fabric down, showing more of his manhood. As the lingerie was removed and tossed aside too, the man couldn't do anything but wonder how the boy could not have an fully hard cock yet. He stood up just a bit, but nothing close to call hard.
Alex moved up, stepping back on the stage as he gesture the man to follow. He applied and left his drink on the table as he climbed onto the stage. He watched as the prostitute moved his naked body against the pole. He bit his lip, coming close as he saw the boy practically hump the bar.
Suddenly he watched the blonde grab the pole in such sensual way he was sure to boy was picturing someone. The pole was pressed a bit deeper into his groin. A slow and fully convincing lick followed. It trailed up against the cold metal causing the watching male to gasp.
The boy turned around the pole and moved down, bar still deep between his legs. He ended up on his back, legs tangled around the bar and his manhood against the metal. His head laid on the stage, looking up at the man with eyes beaming of lust. He gestured the man to come closer with two fingers and as Carlos was about to kiss him again but the boy moved away, teasing the man with a smile.
The ebony male watched as the boy moved his torso toward the pole but his legs wide. One hand held the pole while two fingers of the other dipped into his mouth, making it dripping with salvia and moved it from between his legs up to his ass. He pressed his finger in.
A moan was heard from the older male. The younger male moaned too and gave a quick wink toward the man as he pushed in a second finger. He moved his fingers in and out, moaning on the made rhythm.
Alex heard panting from behind as he kept on moving in and out. "Have any toys I can play with?" Two hazed brown eyes looked back at the man staring at his ass as if trance.
He saw the man tuck his belt. "Of course I have some."
"No," the boy moved away, his back turning away from the man's gaze. "I'm going to make you come without touching you," the boy spoke, eyes strong and voice firm.
The young prostitute grasped the pole again and made a full 360 grade turn and moved up. He closed his groin around the pole and started to move down, turning slowly around the pole, cross dragging over the pole. He ended up with his back toward the man and moved back, his back curving as he moved further than any other person could have. His muscles showed the tension playing in his abs.
A loud moan made Alex's attention change from the lips to the cross of the man watching him. The man loosen his belt and pulled his pants and briefs down, showing a sight what made the fake blonde smile.
He had done it! The man had come without touching.
A strong hand took hold of his shoulder and suddenly he was pulled away from the pole. Alex gasped at the sudden move. He was placed on his stomach and felt hands on his hips. "Fuck, you're so fucking hot," the man growled in dominance as he pushing his member into the warm hole of his guest.
Dick's face cramped at the sudden intrusion of the swollen manhood but excepted it anyway. He took a deep breath, feeling the trusting throughout his body. This man was turned on badly for going this rough on him. Though he enjoyed the familiar jolts of pain. He enjoyed the look on the face of the man behind him, the lust in his eyes and how his body told him he wanted to eat the boy out.
Alex was pushed harder unto the stage and he started to moan on the rhythm Carlos made but one click made all movement on top of him stop. The sound of the door opening made the wealthy man look up, thus moving out of the boy a bit.
The blonde teen moaned in both pleasure of the made movement and complain.
"Carlos?" a female's voice sounded from the other end of the room.
"Dia," the man moved out of the boy now completely. "You know we're closed tonight?"
"Yes I do," the dark red haired girl placed her bag down and slung her jacked over the chair. "But I wanted to train a little. You gave me the keys and permission if I remember correctly," the girl threw up the keys before snatching them out of the air. After putting away the tinkling metals she looked up at the legs coming from underneath him. "Found someone new?"
"Well," the man rose from the boy, pulling his pants up again.
The young woman was shocked to see the man get off the young teen. "Carlos, what the fuck!?"
The ebony's man's hands shop up as the redhead approached him. "It's not what you think," The lady was surprised to hear the words come from the boy instead of her boss. "I'm a prostitute. He paid me fair and square."
"You're a prostitute?" the girl seemed taken aback by the firm nod the teen gave her. "But you're, what, thirteen?"
The boy pulled up an eyebrow. "Never heard of teen prostitutes?" this time it was Carlos to talk, his hand not hesitating from touching the boy as much as he could. "He's fucking tight and you should have seen him drag his cross over the pole. Damn, this kid is gifted."
"He's too young!" the woman spoke offended. "You're not thinking of taking him in, are you?"
"I'm perfectly capable of making my own decisions!" Alex spoke loud, irritation clear in his voice. "So keep out of this."
"You don't get it. He's not just a man who wants sex. He wants money. Paying you means that he sees future in you as a worker at this place," the woman explained, trying to contain the irritation she had gained from the cocky reaction she had gotten from the boy.
"That was not the reason for this. I heard rumors about him and wanted to know if they were true," the man explained, walking back to the bar. "And guess what," the man continued, pouring alcohol in a glass. "It was all but a lie. This kid is brilliant, spicy, and worth the money."
He poured another glass and walked back to the said teen. He handed the shot and the blonde teen threw the alcohol back the way it was done.
"You're giving him alcohol too!?"
"I would treat him to dinner and he would pay the drinks. This is a lot better than cheap wine," the blonde commented sharply. "Keeps you blood running," he said, eyes sharp, leaning in his hip and glass titling a bit as he referred to the alcohol what had been in there.
The woman sighed, feeling she was getting angry with this arrogant boy and shrugged. "Okay, whatever. Do what you please," she picked up her stuff and walked back to door. "But don't come crying to me if you're in a shitload of trouble." She slammed the door close and wasn't seen again.
"What was that about?" the boy looked back at the older male, getting a next small glass pressed in his hands.
"Nothing. She's just jealous. I never had sex with her before, only a few had," the man picked up his glass he had poured himself before the whole show started. "Drink up," he said, taking a gulp himself. "And we'll look up the bed."
The boy drunk the alcohol and looked up. "A bed? You have a bed here?"
"Yes, I do," the man walked over to another door. "I have three rooms with king sized beds. Some of my workers are just like you prostitutes. They put on a show and everybody who wants can have sex with them afterwards."
"Want another drink?" the man asked after he opened the door. He walked over to the bar to put the empty glasses away.
Alex shook his head. "I think I had enough," the boy held his head. He was starting to feel light in his head. Maybe he had too much already.
Suddenly Carols behind the teen and a glass was pressed against his lips. "Here, you'll enjoy it," the man spoke, pouring the liquid from the much bigger glass into his mouth.
Where had the man come from all of a sudden. He drank the fluid and before he knew it the glass had disappeared and he was leaded to the room. Everything swayed and the colors of the room started to become intense.
He was laid down in bed and all he could do was stare at Carlos who undressed himself. The room was so weird. It was everything but what he had imagined. The calm and romantic room he had expected was a colorful and twisted room. The colors were loud, too loud. His ears hurt. How was this possible. He heard the colors. He was going crazy.
He moaned as the sensation become too much and he covered his hears. He swirled in his bed, legs getting trapped in the blankets as he tried to fight the sounds coming to him. He could taste the words of the man in the distance.
"You're okay?"
It was sour, sour in his mouth. He felt sweat roll down his back as the colors didn't stop making sounds. And uch, the man sounded so distasteful, literally.
This was impossible. This wasn't right. And all the things going on was proceeded through his mind in a unusual manner. To many details were called up. To many things were thought of.
"It's okay."
Sour, so sour.
Yeah… that was weird.
And vague, but maybe some of you know what's going on. (if you do, I seriously need to talk to you! O.O It's not healthy to recognize this XD)
Anyway, I'll try to update soon. But lately I seem unable of writing… very weird.
I've some trouble with Sucking Blood Sucks. I'll try to update as soon as possible. I promise!
Anyway, next chapter things will get heated and a bit clearer.
So review like nuts and I'll write faster (it works, it really does!)