Lost and Found

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Lost and Found

Ivan made his way through the quiet alley, eyeing the buildings as he passed them. He kept his hands in his jacket pockets to rid them of the winter cold. He knew how fragil and vulnurable he was, but neglected to carry a weapon to protect him of the city\'s muggers and gangbangers.
His footsteps were light on the wet pavement, for his teenage body wasn\'t very heavy. He was clad in all black, as usual. He work black denim pants and a black t-shirt which had the simble of a read dragon just below the collar. He wore a long black hooded coat to add mystery to his appearance. Ivan liked to look like someone who had a few secrets to hide. His wallat chain hung at his side, swing at the soft movements of his hips
Ivan haulted at his destination; a black door with resided under a small alley light. This was the back of the club his older brother, whom Ivan lived with, worked at. Ivan was the only person of his age allowed into the club, speacial thanks to his brother for pulling a few strings with the owner.
Ivan loved his brother very much, and his brother was more that happy to allow Ivan to go wherever he went. His brother knew Ivan didnt have many people to look up to. Their parents were away in other countries, fighting over their kids. Ivan\'s brother said ended the battel between the devorced parents by putting his foot down, and hard. He insisted that Ivan and he stay in London with him, and that he could take care of him on his own.
Ivan entered the club swiftly after working at the smashed handle for a moment. He made his way through the crowd of people and clouds of thick smoke to the bar counter. The loud music raged throught the large club, pulling its mostly shirtless dancers along with it. Ivan didnt mind if his brother worked at a homosexual club. Plus, this was only a temprary job. Ivan\'s older brother was working on a degree in law, and soon would be working at the best lawfirm in London. Ivan was somewhat of a bisexual, he had to admitt. Little to Ivan\'s complaint, many of the men around him groped him as he passed, looking more mysterious then ever. Ivan would simply smile, trying his best not to notice the bulge slowly growing in his pants.
He sat at the nion colored bar and sighed.
\"Hey Ivan!\" yelled and approaching voice over the loud tecno music. Ivan looked up quickly to see Darren, a friend of his brother\'s moving toward him. Darren was a tall man, and quite hansom. He had dark hair, spiked at most times, and bright hazel eyes. He was clad in the outfid of all the bar-tenders. He wore black pants, black boots, a small white shirt, and a black vest. He also wore a spiked leather collar around his neck.
\"Hello Darren,\" Ivan sd.
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\"How\'s it going?\" Darren asked. Ivan place his arms on the counter and leaned foreward.
\"Same as always,\" he said, almost sadly. \"Where\'s my brother?\"
\"Oh, Brian\'s in the back. I\'ll go get him,\" Darren said kindly just before discarding a waiting costomer.
Brian appeared behind the bar with a soft smile on his face. Though hating himself for it, Ivan was quite turned on at the sight of his brother in the club\'s uniform.
His brother had short honey hair, and was only a few inches taller than Ivan. He was twenty-four years old, with a perfectly toned and hansome body. He kept in shape for his job.
He approached Ivan quickly and greeting him with a light rub on Ivan\'s arm. Ivan smiled at his brother. His smile soon faded when Brain grabbed his arm and pulled his torso onto the bar. He pulled up Ivan\'s coat sleeve to reveal Ivan\'s under-arm, which was covered with red scars...and fresh, scabbed-over cuts.
Brian looked at Ivan dissapointedly. Ivan pulled back quickly and scowled at Brain for doing so and drawing the attention of man of the men at the counter. Brian shook his head slowly and placed a hand on Ivan\'s.
\"Ivan,\" he said softly,\"please stop this.\" He spoke with a desperate but calm voice. Ivan swallowed hard and lowered his head. Brian rubbed Ivan\'s hand, then continued to work.
Ivan would stay at the club for the remainder of the night until closing, with was around three or four in the morning.
Ivan moved his way further down the bar over the remainder of the night until her was at the last barstool closes to the front door.
Ivan had more than his share of drinks that night, although it was a rule that he wasnt allowed to drink at all. He would steel other men\'s drinks with they would leave their glass of alcohol and continue to dance, or other drunk men would offer him their drinks, thinking it funny to watch a kid in his mid-teens drink so fast.
Ivan never drank. His sudden urge to, and the cuts on his arms, were the effect of a tragic accadent Ivan would never forget. His previous boyfriend, Justin, liked Ivan very much, and would spend all of his time with him. Justin was taken from Ivan when they were both in a sudden car crash. Justin never survived, though Ivan did. Ivan would never forget how he felt with the police found Ivan in the twisted wreck, holding his boyfriend, who had been driving drunk, in his arms, sobbing loudly.
Ivan slammed a shot glass onto the counter after wincing at the bitter taste. He soon felt a pair of eyes watching him from the dark corner just a few yards from him. Ivan looked up to see a dark figure standing in the corner, grinning at Ivan.
He was a man, a few inches taller than Ivan, with long black hair tied back behind his head. He looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties, and very hansom. Hyes yes were a shade of gray Ivan had never seen before. A few strands of jaw-length black hair hung over the man\'s face, making him seem even more mysterious than Ivan. He wore loose black trousers and black boots. His top was a short-sleeved shirt and very tight to his chest, revealing his perfect muscles. Ivan could help but star at this handsom man, who stared back with a look of pure greed and lust.
Ivan new that only trouble could come fromt his situation, so, with a shaky voice, he call to his brother at the other end of the bar. He told his brother that he was leaving for their apartnment, and his broter nodded, telling Ivan to be careful.
Trying his best to keep his balance, Ivan made his way out of the club, noticing the man\'s gaze was following Ivan. The man knew he had seen this man before at the club, but never really notice him until then.