A Slave's Demeanor

[b.lueeyes]

The teenager nodded and opened the back door, being careful to place the bags so they would not slide around. Then, he closed the door carefully and slid into the passenger seat, buckling his seatbelt dutifully. "Thank you for all of this, really, sir."

[Teesie]

"No need. It's my job to protect as many people as I can; and seeing Lucah so worried about you I had to protect you. I don't want him to have to worry anymore that he has to. I want to keep him as happy as possible. Though...i wish there was a way I can see him, or even talk to him." he said sadly, remembering those silver eyes as he kissed he talked of Noah; and those soft slightly pink soft lips when they made contact with his skin.

 

He was glad Noah decided to go with him. Driving toward his house he wondered when would he ever see Lucan again.

 

(Time skip??)

[b.lueeyes]

Noah watched the man as he spoke.

Yes, there it was; that same kind of adoration that so many people had for Lucan. Yet...it sounded a bit different. He was sincere, genuine yes, but...Noah had a funny feeling deep in his gut that this man may truly love he brother. He didn't know how, but just...maybe.

 

Smiling, the teen turned to look out the window, his hand beneath his chin thoughtfully. Maybe, just maybe...

 

(Yes, pick a time. Your turn)

[Teesie]

It had been a week and to no success had he had a clue who the agent was, due to evidence, that was also working with the mafia. Though the person he had in mind was wrong right.?That agent was loyal. He's the one that helped him through most thing, but then again it all made sense. From taking Mihael to the club where it all begined. To taking so long with one task as to inform the higher agents that thry needed backup. To excusing himself around the time Mihael was captured; and finally escaping without getting gunned down by any other guard. Mark was the trader. He couldn't believe it.

 

Why the fuck would he do all of this? Was there something he wanted? Though Mihael couldn't think of anything. Damn that back stabber. He'll have him locked up immediately.

[b.lueeyes]

In the time since the incident, Dan had surprised them all by coming and telling Luc that he currently wasn't required to work. That had been a strange and stressful conversation. If a worker wasn't working, in the eyes of these men, they were useless. However, it was for good reason.

 

The police had been swarming the old club, searching for evidence against their case, supposedly. There had been interviews and such but, no luck. The workers From Green Demise had been moved around to different clubs, and Luc soon would be too. As soon as his training was complete.

 

On the bosses orders, supposedly, Lucan was to learn the art of the pole. Which would take time. And was what he had been doing all week, practically without rest. While Ray, Erik and the others worked, he was kept at the house with one of two teachers, or Dan, and taught with an upright pole. He had taken a few nasty falls, but nothing too serious. Bruises. Luckily the teachers were good at catching him.

 

Luc supposed he was also lucky that he had some experience in dance. It was physically draining and taxing; but he was beginning to learn. After about a week or so of training, Luc couldn't help but wonder why Dimitri had ordered this training done. According to Dan, it happened to Dimitri's favourites. In other words, the ones he liked were taught to dance on a pole like professionals just because he said so.

 

So when Luc heard he would be going back to work at their downtown club 'Juniper,' he realised then that he was going to be on stage. Or...on tables.

[Teesie]

Mihael had Mark locked up. the man had pleaded and begged Mihael to believe it wasn't him, but all the situations believed Mihael to not hear it. He told them to take him away with tears streaming down his face yelling that he would never betray Mihael.

 

The day wasn't getting any younger he wished that he could see Lucan once more. He really needed to ask him some questions. Questions that can help him escape. He was sure of it. Groaning he hated that he may never see the boy again in a while. But that was because they weren't finding any evidence on the case at hand though Mihael commanded they still ask questions and search around. Of course things wouldn't be easy, especially if Dimitri was leader; he experienced first hand. He was sure the man made sure his workers were smart enough to meet his criteria.

 

Looking out the window he needed and advantage. He needed something he could use against them. Hm...stressed he banged his head on the desk. This may take longer than he expected.

[b.lueeyes]

"You're gonna be fine, Luc."

 

"But what if I fall! I've had so many falls already, and that was only in practice! I'm honestly not that good, and Dimitri expects me to-"

 

"Don't call him by that name, it's not proper! He's the boss!"

 

"Right, right, okay! Just, seriously, help me out here, Erik!"

 

Erik gave a deep sigh, running a hand through his dark hair. What was he meant to do? Lucan was going off his nut about the fact that he was performing again, dancing at that. "Look, if you want I'll talk to Dan to get you just on stage, that way if you're not on tables you can't fall on anyone, how about it? That's about the best I can do for you." Despite the fact that Erik was one of the prostitutes, he was an experienced one, it seemed, and he had been in charge of overseeing his training when he was at the house. So...he was the one reporting to Dan on his progress. "And I'm not even sure if I could do that."

 

Lucan, his dark hair falling over his shoudlers, sat on the couch Indian style, desperately looking up at the other man. "Seriously, thank you! Anything would be great! I'm paranoid about it enough as it is without the possibility of getting beat for hurting a customer."

[Teesie]

So it seems that the investigation was going nowhere fast, but he would still continue it. Though another agent had informed him of the club and it seems that they had changed it up from before not nearly as many servants either. Hmm....he wondered did they have another club somewhere. Hmm he could always go investigate Mark and get some info. He wanted....no needed to see Lucan again. He knew that they had possible kept him in the dark, but holding him longer than a week was probably not going to happen so by luck he could see those piercing silver eyes.

 

He would see what he could get out of Mark. At least the name of another club. He could go investigate it himself with another agent.

[b.lueeyes]

That afternoon, Lucan and the rest of the boys were ushered into the back of a large green Sudan, and taken for a slightly shorter journey than usual to Juniper. Luc stiffened when his arm was grabbed to take him through the checks, but other than that, he didn't give any reaction to the men or the guards, despite the eyes on him.

 

Dan was there, of course. He did rounds to different clubs on different nights, he wasn't always in the same place. Luc cursed his luck for being back at a club again on the night Dan was there. The redhead steered them into a large, much more sophistocated dressing and waiting room than they had back at Green Demise. He directed each one of them to their cupboards, and told Luc to get his eyes done.

 

What was it with these people and kohling his eyes?

[Teesie]

Mihael had sent some agents down to Mark for investigation; if talking didn't work they'll just have to beat it out of him. He didn't want to have to hurt Mark, but desperate times called for deaperate measures. He would save Lucan and all the other slaves no matter what he had to do. He couldn't just leave them there and let them suffer any longer. He wanted to save then soon. His goal was to have them home before the end of the year and that was only four month left. He will succeed he was not going to fail again. Mihael was determined to win.

 

Grabbing the files again he looked at Lucan's picture, the black and white copy not near as close to the true beauty the boy had. This picture did no justice for Lucan.

[b.lueeyes]

He took his time dressing, Ray doing his eyes again, with a much darker cats eye, liquid black. It looked rather dangerous, he thought, when he looked in the mirror. The same ragged collar, an open, ripped leather vest, a pair of tight, rather constricting leather pants and combat boots. What was it with all the black and silver? Couldn't he get some colour occasionally?

[Teesie]

Mihael hadn't got a word from

Mark. He refused to talk...well he more like said he didn't know anything because wasn't the bad guy. As if Mihael would believed that. He should just visit every club he can in the next week to see if he can luck up and find Lucan. If he could find a club that's as raunchy as Green Demise was.

 

Banging his head on the deak again he felt like screaming. Dammit Lucan...if only I knew where you were.

 

Glancing out the window he could tell it was after ten. Glancing at his clock he saw that his assumption was more than right. It was striking midnight. Oh well...a day's work is done he should head home go to bed and start on the case once again in the morning.

[b.lueeyes]

The club was even classier than Green Demise had been, in terms of decor and decoration. The depravity seemed much less, in favour of a more exclusive crowd. As such, it meant less clients, but ones of a higher calibre. Luc was put on tables for the majority of the night, Erik obviously having spoken to Dan about his jobs for the night. He was admired by the patrons as he served, occasionally given tips for an odd feel, but other than that...nothing particularly bad.

 

"Luc, you're up," Dan said as he walked past him, nodding towards the stage. The performances were by no means more tame than those at Green Demise, but they were more beautiful by far. Luc swallowed and headed back stage.

[Teesie]

Finally in between a beating had Mark given name to a club. Mihael was locking up and about to head home when he heard someone scream to him to wait.

 

"Yes?"

 

Taking a deep breath Carla, his wife, frowned at him. "The name of a club is Juniper, but I hope your coming home tonight...your sons miss you." she stated.

 

Mihael smiled. Finally they had gotten a led on the mafia. "Thank you two for your hard work. Give Isu my graditude." He turned to walk away. Finally...maybe Lucan was there.

 

"Mihael! Are you not coming home tonight?" she asked in a seriois manner. "I know this is your job, but you can investigate that in the morning. You have a family Mihael; and i'm getting sick of you choosing your job over your sons!" she yelled highly upset.

 

"I'm not neglecting my sons. This case is serious to me. I have to go." he explained rushing down the hall. Maybe Carla was right, but his sons would forgive him. She was the one that was upset. Not Ihurah and Haruhi.

 

Outside Mihael jumped into his car quickly inserting the key and drove off the lot. He would be at Juniper in less than five minutes. The club was now in sight and Mihaels heart was beating with rapid pounds. Jumping out of the car before it completely stopped he ran into the club. As soon as he did his heart stopped. Therw was Lucan. The one he had fallen for.

[b.lueeyes]

The beat was thick, deep and sultry, and Lucan moved his body the same way. He closed his eyes and did as Erik and his teachers told him. He felt it. His hand sought out the pole and he launched himself into a graceful spin, just partially comic off the ground, enough to seem like he was gliding. His feet touching the ground, he threw his had back and slid down, his back arching against the cool metal.

 

He imagined he was just dancing in the living room of the house, dancing with his teachers. So he turned and rolled his hips, stripped off his vest and let it fall, running a hand through his dark hair. He looked out over the crowd, and his eyes instantly found hazel.

 

Mihael.

[Teesie]

Stunned by the act Lucan was in Mihael couldn't move. Those silver eyes were piercing his soul. He was in an act of sultry dancing. Had he always knew how to dance on the pole? He was engrossed in the way his body arched, the way his body moved with such grace. He was absolutely astounding. Perfect.

 

Mihael felt a small twitch in his groin. 'Not now' he thought. Right now wasn't the right time. He had to firstly find himself a seat close by Lucan. He would sit at the stage so the boy could hear him. He had to tell the boy a plan.

 

Blinking his eyes the trance was broke. He looked away a bit ashamed by being aroused by Lucan. Sighing heavily he walked toward the stage. Before exiting the car he had placed on hat. A brim hat to look wealthy and to also hide his identity.

 

He walked to the stage and took a seat. He was so happy to see Lucan. His heart was racing.

[b.lueeyes]

Lucan nearly stumbled at the sheer idea of him being there, but the sight of him was nearly too much. He turned away quickly and rolled his hips, moving back towards the pole. It was okay, he wasn't out of time..but what was he doing here? He wasn't meant to be anywhere near here!

 

He took hold of the pole again, and launched himself up into an elegant spin, his body contorting a little. He touched down and turned his arms back, rocking his hips up as he fell back, his body nearly touching the ground as the beat stopped. His arm held him up, and luckily the shaking of his hand couldn't be seen in the dim lighting. He finished, swallowing thickly, before he lifted himself once more, a new song starting. How many were they going to make him do?

[Teesie]

Mihael now sat at the stage were many mens were sitting whistling at Lucan. At least they let him wear clothes. Well he had stripped of his vest he hoped he didn't have to strip all the way.

 

Mihael was watching every move that Lucan performed. He has to say that the kid was good. Smiling softly at the Lucan he had to admit he was doing well. Hmm he wondered did Lucan have to stay here the whole day. "Lucan." he said. He wanted the boy to look at him with those silver eyes. "SABRE!" he yelled. He hoped that got the kids attention.

 

Lucan was his world now. Everything he did was for this kid now. This seventeen year old boy. He was such a pedophile, but now he understood how they felt. He was attracted to Lucan, but this was different. He had love for this kid. He was IN love with this kid.

 

He pulled out his wallet through money onto the stage. Just as the guys around him was doing. He had to fit in, because in reality he would never throw money at Lucan like he was some cheap whore; unless he had to....like this situation.

[b.lueeyes]

He heard that name, but it wasn't just the name it was the voice that said it. The beat of the new song started up, a little faster, and he turned his eyes back over his shoulder to meet Mihael's, silver on hazel. It was a split few second, before he turned his eyes away and took hold of the pole with one and just letting himself dance. When this one was over...he didn't care what Dan said, he was leaving stage.

 

'I wanna get high, just wanna get high, with everyone else here. Baby, all that matters, is the beautiful life, yeah, is the beautiful life, yeah, is the beautiful life! Baby, all that matters, is the beautiful life, yeah, is the beautiful life, yeah, is the beautiful life!'

 

He decided he hated this song. It was horrible, purely based on the beat and the stupid girl singing. But, he supposed it was effective. He turned and twisted, rocking and grinding, letting the money keep flowing, until the song finished with a flourish and he stood with the zip of his leather pants just undone the tiniest bit, kneeling just before the pole. His breathing was a little laboured, his chest rising and falling in the dim lighting.

[Teesie]

Mihale had managed to get the boys attention. Smiling he watched as he finished the song. He wanted to touch Lucan so bad, but everyone knew you couldn't a stripper. Lucan was beyond beautiful his chest going up and down as he tried to regain his breath.

 

Mihael continued to stare at him and see what he would do afterwards. A new song began to play and it was Lucan's time to dance again right? How long would he occupy the stage? Sighing he stared at the boy. As long as Lucan was ok Mihael was happy.

 

Smiling once again he remembered back to Noah. The kid was like another addition to the family everyone loved him and it seemed Haruhi and Ihurah wanted to spoil him. Except Noah was too intelligent....he knew how that worked. He was hapoy that Noah had accepted his offer that way he was staring at a smaller version of his love everyday

[b.lueeyes]

Lucan breathed out deeply, standing with ease, his breathing still laboured, before he practically sauntered off stage, shoving the staring next dancer onto the stage, letting one of the stage hands grab his money. It wasn't his anyway. Dan stood there, his arms crossed and a slight smile on his face. "Oh, so you're done then? I had you on for a whole session." Ten songs. Was he serious?

 

"You've got a little guest out there right?" The redhead asked, turning his head to the side. "I'm surprised it took him this long to come back. He must need to check on you. I'll go suggest you get put on tables then." He said, and Lucan's eyes widened.

 

"Why are you helping me?"

 

"Because; it's gonna be fun to see you whoring yourself out for the guy."

[Teesie]

Mihael stared as Lucan walked off stage. Would he come back or will he just stay in the back? Glancing around the room music becoming deafening to him he search to see did Lucan happen to walk past him. Sighing a bit Mihael glanced back at the stage seeing someone take Lucan's place, except this person wasn't near as beautiful or elegant, but that did not matter at the moment.

 

Laying his head down he frowned. What if Lucan decided not to talk to him? What if he had blamed him for his life getting put on the line for him? What if he was beaten after his and Dimitri's little meeting and he hated him?

 

This was pathetic, look at him. He was acting as a kid would if their crush stop speaking to them one day. He was suppose to be here for all the kidnapped slaves, yet the only name that repeated in his mind was Lucan, Lucan, Lucan.

 

This was horrible. It was all stupid. Maybe he didn't want to see him again, but those silver eyes didn't show hatred or despise whenever their eyes clashed. But was that because he knew how to control his emotions?

[b.lueeyes]

Lucan flushed, but fled the room anyway, moving out into the corridor and pulling up his fly. He took a deep breath, shook out his hair, and took a moment to breathe. Just what was he here for? Shouldn't he be at home with his family? It was after midnight for gods sake!

 

He stepped out into the club and walked with an air of grace, his pale skin practically luminescent in the dim lighting. He spotted the table immediately, near the stage, just like last time, just a different place. He kept his expression indifferent as he stalked over, like a tiger after it's prey.

[Teesie]

Heavens what have he done to deserve this treatment? Here he was a man of the law, yet he was breaking the law by falling in love with a minor. Here he was the man blessed with a family, yet here he was wishing he could commit adultry with a SEVENTEEN year old. What the hell was wrong with him?

 

Looking up his heart stopped beating. There he was...in all his beauty and glory coming toward hin with the grace of a cat....no tiger. Hmm he meant business huh? Mihael smiled watching his silver eyes flicker under the glow of the lights. Well...interesting.

[b.lueeyes]

When those eyes met his, he gave the very slightest of smirks, turning his chin up a bit as he closed the rest of the floor between them. He didn't stop before the table, instead placing a combat boot up onto the plush upholstery of the corner booth seat and moving onto one knee, almost seeming to crawl over the couch towards him. He placed one arm on the wall side, and swung his leg over the man's lap, moving to hold himself just on his thigh's, his hand still beside Mihael's head.

 

"What the hell are you doing here?" He said, but his tone was anything but the seriousness the words were meant to have. They were low, quiet and almost seductive, a saucy smile gracing his lips.