Moving his head up and down, type slowly opened his eyes to look about a bit confused to then smack his lips to then go from his stomach to his back to then turn his head to eye over Mr. Tymes sleeping body to then go up to make a face.
Fuck!
Type then placed his hand to the blanket to then slowly move it away to then get up to then go about to eye the empty for to then roll his eyes to remember where he's clothes were.
Type then turned to go to the dresser to slowly open the drawer to then freeze, turning his head he looked back to see Mr. Tyme go from his back to his side, back to him, to continue to be in his slumber. . Type rolled his eyes to then grab out some clothes to then place them on, to then go slowly about to head to the pool to make a face to then crotch down to grab his pants to then turn his head to look in to see no movement to then peer his eyes up to see no cameras to then turn his head back to then rip out his damaged recorder to then get up to eye it sullenly to then place it to his pocket.
Type signed to then shake his head to then go back down to grab his birth control and those other pills to then shove them to the back of his pocket too then turn to slowly go about, he kept his eyes to Mr. Tyme to then head straight for the door to then leave.
Mr. Tyme then made a face to take in a deep breathe.
You can run, but you can't hide type, you are now mine.
Going out, type shook his head to then start to walk, he needed the time alone to think.
Moving his arm up, he looked to his watch to make a face. It was 3 in the morning.
He then lowered it down to take in a very deep breathe to then make a face has he was shoved to an alley way, he turned about to strike to then widen his eyes.
"Ceto?"
Ceto removed his hood down, to eye over type.
"Mm..... I've been keeping close by. Why are you coming out of Mr. Tymes place.... At this hour?"
Type gritted his teeth to then relax his facial expressions.
"That is not really any of your business."
Ceto narrowed his eyes to then step forward to then look over type a bit confused.
Type raised an eye brow to see this.
"Ceto?"
Ceto made a face to then step back to then take in a deep breathe to eye the ground.
"Thought..... You weren't gay."
Type wrapped his arms about himself .
"I'm not. It is also not like that. What are you doing here tailing me?"
Ceto turned his head.
"The boss wants results. It's been almost 3 months type, also we have lost communication with you."
"I know. Mr. Tyme keeps a close eye. However I believe I'm onto something to show he is a mafia boss and be able to take him down."
"Well, you need to hurry up and gather that and now."
Ceto then turned to leave.
Type raised an eye brow to then start forward to then place his hand to his wrist to stop him, for ceto to then take his hand away to turn to eye type narrowly.
"What!?"
Type made a confused face.
What the hell is going on? Ceto has never acted that way to my touch.
Ceto looked over type a bit pissed to then roll his eyes to then turn his head to continue forth.
"I'll find another time to be able to get to you for info."
Type stood there too watch ceto go to be widly confused.
Eventually getting home, type sat to the edge of his bed to eye his cupped hands to then gulp to call the doctor.
Moving his hand up the doctor turned on his light to then move to the edge of the bed to then place the phone to his ear to then place two fingers to his nose.
"Do you have any idea what time it is?"
"I know. I am sorry for this but I was before someone who is...... Gay and has wanted me in the past and yet..... They turned me away."
The doctor signed.
"Are you trying to get into a relationship with them?"
Type rolled his eyes.
"No. I'm just trying to figure this out."
"Did you have sex? Have cum in your anal cavity?"
Type made a hard face to then look forward.
"Mmm...."
"Well, if that's too be the case, I can tell you that's why. He will not find you attractive or want to be with you in any way. However once that..... Is gone. He will then once again want you."
Type signed.
The doctor then turned his head has his lover got up to place his hands about to go to his ear.
"What are you doing..... It's late."
The doctor moved the phone to place his hand to the receiver.
"It's a patient. I'm almost through. You need your rest."
They then nibbled his ear to then go back down.
"So do you."
The doctor smiled to then turn his head to place the phone to his ear..
"It is late. Have I've answered your question?"
Type nodded.
"Yes you have. Mm.... That one talk are were suppose to have when I knew it what I was. Can we still have it? I need to fully know everything about myself."
"That will be fine. However I need to..."
"I'll call you later."
Type moved the phone from his ear to then place it to the side of himself to eye it to make a face.
I am so fucking sick of being what I am! It's so..... Complicated.
Type then flopped to his back to then place his arms over his eyes to groan.
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to be with danger
Fanfictionto a world where one generation of men were selected to go under a mysterious procedure when they were in the wombs of there mother's, they were often ridiculed, to be treated very badly and differently from the rest, many hide while others kept wha...
