Bandit Stole My Heart (boyxboy)

Chapter Eight

(Kade's Point of View)

James must have bought me a hundred beers but I still didn't feel any better than when we first came to BI-Love, the only male strip club/bar in Somnium. He didn't bring up Bandit for which I was thankful for but I could feel it starting to weigh on him. I didn't know how he felt about seeing me molested Bandit in the hall way but I knew it hurt him to hear Bandit say he hated us. Never had he said anything like that to anyone.

"How are you two gentlemen doing," a sweet teenage girl with pitch black hair and cat like green eye's asked as she brought me yet another beer and James another run and coke.

"Ryan, is that you? You look amazing, I didn't know you worked here," James said as he got up to give the girl a hug which instantly brought two guys with more muscles than the hulk over to our table, making sure James wasn't going to harm the girl.

"Yeah, my Uncle Tobias runs the place, he lets me waitress and help they guys out, as long as I'm done with my homework that is," She told him with a small laugh.

"Speaking of homework, I hear you got offered a full ride to Stanford?"

"Yeah, but my uncle wants me to finish my last two years in high school first, but I think he just doesn't like the idea of me being so far away."

"I have to say I agree with him from a social point. A fifteen year old girl shouldn't be hanging around with men twice her age... oh wait," James caught himself and laughed.

"I was about to say, hello, I grew up with male strippers," Ryan laughed, "Anyways, I've got to get back to work, I'll see ya around," She waved at me before running off to the bar.

James sat back down in front of me with a smile saying "we should introduce her to Bandit," before giving me that dirty look again.

"I didn't mean to!"

"How to you 'not mean to' put your tongue down someone else throat while dry humping them," James asked sounding amused rather than disgusted like I felt.

"I don't know...God, am I a pedophile" I asked him, know full well that there was no other name for it.

"Depends, do you want to screw every little boy that you see?"

"NO!"

"So it's just Bandit?"

"Yes, no... I could never do that with him. He's too innocent," I whispered. It was true that I couldn't even fathom have sex with Bandit but I also couldn't deny how right it felt to hold him in my arms while I kissed him, or how amazing it felt to feel him rub against me. No Kade, it's illegal, and immoral, and gross, so stop day dreaming about it! I snapped at myself.

"You're lying," James said with a small smile, "but you want to it to be true."

"Tell me what to do James," I begged as I finished my eighth beer.

"Go home, mend things between you and Bandit, and do what feels right."

"What's right would be to stay as far away from him as possible."

"Are you capable of doing that?"

"No," I groaned as I got up, put money down for my beers, and walked toward the door feeling tired yet still capable of driving.

"Call me in the morning and tell me how everything goes," James said as a man I had seen on stage walked up to him looking like sex and sin, gaining James full attention as I left.

I came home to find Bandit, in dog form, curled up on the couch, looking up at me with sorrow filled eyes. I knew he was feeling confused about what he was feeling, angry at me for my actions, and regretting his last words to me but I didn't bring any of it up. I sat down on the couch next to him and slowly stoked him fur as I turned on the T.V. so it wasn't awkwardly quiet. After a few episodes of House he had his body between my legs, head on my stomach, and front legs stretched out on either side of me, asleep as I continued to pet his soft head, thinking about what James had said about doing what felt right.

Unfortunately for me, there was a huge gap between what was morally right and felt right, but for now I didn't have to think about it. For now I would just let Bandit be my dog and deal with my attraction toward his human form later.

The morning came to quickly but I did end up dragging myself into the shower where Dog Bandit followed, wagging him tail happily as I shampooed his body but ran away when I tried to towel dry him, making me chase him all around the damn apartment before I could corner him in the kitchen. I could see him trying to think out an escape so I jumped for it, wrapping my legs around his upper body and locking my ankles as I fell on my butt, trapping him long enough for me to get the towel around him. I could tell he was laughing by the way his chest moved but it quickly morphed into very human screeches of pain as he shifted. It physically hurt me to watch him change but soon it was over and he was back to just laying in my lap, panting as water droplets ran down the side of his face.

"Hey kid," I whispered as I untangled out bodies and wrapped the towel around his waist once he was on his feet.

"Hey Master," He whispered back with an exhausted smile.

I've told him not to call me that at least a hundred times but it's the one command he won't follow.

"I'm sorry about yesterday," he said as he looked down at his bare feet, tears coming to his eyes.

"We can talk about it later; right now I need to get to work."

"Well isn't this a sight," Both of our heads snapped up to the door way where a tall man with excessive muscles stood, holding a gun in one hand and a chain in the other.

"Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house," I snapped, pulling Bandit behind me in an attempt to protect him.

"Allow me to introduce myself," a thinner man with long amber hair and mismatched eyes said with a sickening smile, "my name is Dr. Reid and that boy hiding behind you, is my son."