*Stalker*

Chapter 15 *A saturday morning*

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"No!" Not a second later. "Yes."

What was the possibility ? James wondered. Of Dan realizing his biggest secret. No, matter how much he wanted to hide it, no matter how hard he's been working on shelding his feelings, surpressing them, pushing them deep, so the brunette wouldnt notice. Daniel Evan Hunter was just simply too sharp. A stab of nervousness shot straight into the redhead's gut. Did he just get unmasked? Wanted to smash something, anything , drive that suffocating tension away.

Think, damn. Think. Say something. Dont shut down. How deep the other's knowledge reached?

"I-" What if he not only stumbled upon the affection, but also noticed his sick little hobby . Would Dan still ask this question from him? Rather, would Dan still talk with him at all? The answer was simple. No. If Dan knew, James would be laying inside a dark alleyway, beaten into a bloody pulp. The other option was the police station, a session of fancy questioning, with dog-like faced detectives sitting across him a table, playing bad and good cop, trying to get into his mind , just to get a confession, while also calling him a criminal. Pervert. Sicko. A danger to the population. " Sorry." Didnt know what else to say, chances were given, Dan either knew, or not. Of course, the situation was far from being that simple.

One thing to do. Only one. "I'm sorry." A ball of tension forming in James' stomach, growing into stress and fear. His muscles clenched. Face red, breath going hard and fogging, just before his face, into white little cloudes. Breathing in fire trough his nose and down into lungs, tough the night air was like ice, cold and bone-chilling. Hackles rising when Daniel laughed, one notch higher. James almost fainted. Too much, everything just too much. Unpredictable. Unimaginable.

"I dont remember saying you should apologize, " Beer and vodka pulling sober toughts under, at least Dan would say that later. Booze was a reason after all, lonliness the other. The midget just stood frozen in time and place, staring down, flushing with all of his body. Like some fucking virgin bride. Made Dan disgusted, the purity. But want awakened a new kind of desire to tease . A want Dan didnt wonder about too much. Just a body. Like the others. No, not quite, the other was a weirdo after all. But what was Dan? A bastard with no backbone. He smirked. Tought, Fuck me, thats true. Was and will be always true. Using other's for his own selfish want was natural, as natural as jerking off. " but you could do me a favour ." Tone suggesting.

Gulping, James locked his widened orbs with the dark implying gaze. "Wh-what do you mean?"

James didnt quite recall how he ended up in the restroom of a filthy, ran-down pub. But he did, recall the push that made him stumble inside a crambed stall, with Dan on his heel. After locking the door, he turned to face a shocked James with a nasty sneer, hand on his zipper, greed in his eyes.

"Suck me off ?" Not a request, not at all.

Mouth gaping, searching for the joke inside dark dorbs, James just stared, stunned , taken aback. Calves hitting the edge of the toilet seat, as he tried to step back. Away from the command. From Dan. From the man he had been wanting for so long, like nothing else. But why was he scared to get it? This very paradox tore into him, battle of wills, a battle with himself, against himself.