Aiden

good day to you all ^^ This chapter is a lot longer than what I usually do, I tend to try to break things down a little more. But I wanted to try this to see how it works. A lot of this was written in the wee hours of the morning so please forgive any type-o's. My apologies ahead of time. Anyway, despite the story being in the erotica section it will be a slow build. But it will have sex and it will be worth it, trust me. I have ideas already for that >.O Anyway, due to my longer chapters my updates will be slower, about once a week to every two weeks. Sometimes before sometimes after, it moves around. I can honestly say I already have chapter 2 cranked out, but will release it at a later date when I see how well this chapter does. So please rate and review, when I'm convinced this isn't total crap I'll post chapter two and so on. Until that moment of truth, I will continue to write to be sure to update on time and on schedule. Love you all, please enjoy!




It wasn’t a good day at all for Kail as he lay painfully on his side in the black alley. If he had known that the world was going to lynch him he would have stayed in the little abandoned building he called home. To top things off, rain was striking him all over, he was soaked to the bone and his hair was sticking to his skin. Every inch of his body ached as his stomach growled loudly in protest. He hadn’t eaten, he hadn’t slept, he hadn’t had time for anything other than escape, evade, survive. He had known it was a bad idea to take food from the fifth street gang, but he was starving, and it was there. They took revenge on him quickly. They found him in his building, getting ready to scavenge for food, the building wasn’t his anymore. They took it, they rather liked the still intact roof and windows, they kept the rain and most of the cold out. They sent him out with a fair beating, but nothing serious, nothing he hadn’t had before. He walked a long time after that, just clearing his head and trying to decide where to stay. He didn’t even notice he had walked outside of his boundary and into the territory of a much older, much more serious gang. He knew it was strange for him to be alone in his work, he also knew it was dangerous, but he didn’t like other people. Most of the time he couldn’t trust them and so, would scavenge, escape, evade, and survive on his own. If there was one thing he had learned it was that he could do just fine by himself. He replayed the events in his mind, focusing in on the conversation with the older gang.

"What are you running from?"

Kail looked up to see the boys standing before him. He held his hurt arm gingerly as he gazed at them through his long hair.

"Nothing."

The tallest of the three boys laughed evilly, he was hateful; he could feel it rolling off him. He was far more built than Kail, and probably had a good five years on him.

"I don't like you at all. Who's your gang?"

Kail lowered his gaze as he shifted back a little, preparing himself for an attack.

"I don't have one."

Kail grunted as the boy struck at him, he was too slow and too pained to evade him quick enough. The punch connected hard in his stomach as he bent a little, trying to keep his breath and his wits.

"Who are you with!"

He glared at him as he panted, his stomach clenching in knots as he forced himself straight.

"No one."

A swift kick to his leg pulled him down once more as he felt hands grab hold of his shirt and toss him down an alley like he was nothing. He rolled twice before he stopped, hissing through his teeth. This was bad, this was very bad.

"I'll ask you one more time, who are you with."

The two other boys just watched, as their friend took on a boy much younger than them. A glint of metal shown in Kail's eyes as he pulled himself to his feet. He couldn't afford to be down now. Anger rose in him, he couldn’t help it, something inside him was looking for a fight and now that he had found one did it really matter if he won or not? He could die and no one would be the wiser. He couldn’t win this fight if it went on like this.

"I'll tell you one more time. I'm alone, I don't have anyone, I'm not with anyone. I'm just me."

The boy before him grit his teeth as he lunged forward, the knife flashing bright in Kail's eyes as he barely manages to get out of his way as he stumbled a few steps and turned on him again.

"You'll regret coming here."

Kail tilted his head slightly at the comment, as he turned it in his head. Would he really?

"Will I?"

The boy attacked him again, slicing low as Kail listened to the sound of ripping cloth and flesh. His hand quickly went to his hip where blood stained his fingers. A long slash ran down his side, from the bottom of his belly button to his hipbone. He was lucky it was only a slash and not a stab. Still his bleeding wouldn't do. Before he had time to recover the boy attacked again, this time punching him hard until he was down, Kail counting the blows, wondering if this was to be his dying place. He wouldn’t really mind, it was the best he could expect for him.

"That's enough, you know how Darren gets when we're late."

His attacker backed away from him as he studied his work. Kail gazed at him through his damp hair, it was misting again.

"Fine."

Kail blinked, he was tired of thinking. The rain had finally stopped but he was still freezing. His hand felt sticky where he pressed it to his cut; he wondered if the bleeding had stopped. He closed his eyes; it made no difference, maybe if he willed himself he wouldn’t have to wake up again.




A black car circled the block slowly, the headlights falling lazily onto the wet pavement. The driver constantly checked in his mirror to gaze at his employer. It was another night run, another search for something to raise.

"Stop here David."

The driver turned to face the man, worry clear on his face.

"Sir are you sure this is a good idea? If you're seen…"

He smiled at him.

"I won't be seen, I'll only walk a little way. You can follow me in the car if you like. Besides, no one thinks Aiden the singer walks the streets at night like a human being. I'm a god."

David sighed heavily as he opened his door.

"No need for that, I can do it myself."

David sighed and shut his door as Daniel let himself out. He had hoped the rain would stop long enough for him to walk. It had been months since his last good deed; he had been recognized and almost lost the whole set up. A smile found his lips as he slid his hands into his coat pockets, his long blonde hair falling into his eyes and face. He loved doing this; it made him feel good and in turn, helped someone else. If the public heard of his pastime he would be admired, but inadvertently unable to continue his crusade. Little attention was the goal. He paused a moment at the opening of an alley, his eyes searching the darkness. He couldn’t see, but patiently waited for them to adjust and make out shapes. There was no movement, but he could see some sort of dark form on the ground. Whether it was a person or a bag of trash he couldn’t tell. He would have to investigate. He glanced at the humming car behind him, a small smile crossing his lips as he disappeared into the alley. He could hear David in his mind, the man grumbling about getting caught or robbed or worse, killed. He walked calmly in the dark to the form as he gazed over them. It was a boy, dark of hair and small of frame. He was asleep, shivering, and covered in blood. Not to mention soaked to the bone from the rain. Daniel kneeled over him carefully, his long fingers gliding over the boy's skin, his hair being pushed away from his face easily. He had ever only helped adults, cleaned them, fed them, gave them money and sent them on their way before they could discover who he was. He couldn’t do that with a boy. He sighed and turned him on his side, he didn't even flinch at the shift. He looked only fifteen, maybe sixteen at the most. He wondered where his parents were. His eyes found the source of the blood, his hands lifting his torn shirt slightly to inspect it. It wasn't too deep, but still needed attention. He looked back at his face, tracing the features with his eyes. He gathered him easily into his arms and carried him from the alley. As the headlights pulled close to him to pick him up the rain began to fall again. He smiled as he climbed smoothly into the car, laying the boy across his lap.

"You see David, it was meant to be."

He nodded his head at the window as rain began to gather in beads on the glass. David only looked wide-eyed at what Daniel had brought back.

"It's a boy!"

Daniel looked down at the face resting in his lap, the rest of him stretched across the back seat. His hands smoothed his hair and pulled it away from his face.

"So it seems."

David turned entirely in his seat now his hands coming over to inspect the boy as well.

"What if he identifies you?"

Daniel stared down at the boy, his long hair falling into his face.

"He's injured David, we need to get to the house and get a bath ready so we can see what we're dealing with."

David sighed and took his place behind the wheel again; he knew there was no arguing with him at this point. He wouldn't put the boy back out in the rain. They drove in silence as Daniel cradled the boy's head; he wondered why he was so out cold. He didn't appear to have a head injury, and he had lost a lot of blood but not enough to become unconscious. They hadn't gone far before Daniel had started walking, with the rain he really hadn't expected to find anyone. They arrived back to his estate quickly as David pulled up to the front drive.

"Do you want me to help you?"

Daniel opened his door and gathered the boy in his arms again effortlessly.

"You can help by starting a hot bath, very hot."

David nodded as he scurried from the car; he was a small man, as though he could really help carry the boy. Daniel held him close, trying to shield him from the rain as his long hair fell against the boy's skin. He smiled as goose bumps rose on his arms in reaction, so he wasn't totally gone. David held open the door, ushering them in like a worried mother over a child. It was nothing new to his staff; he paid them no mind as he went straight for the stairs before him. A wide stairwell rising to the open second floor, red banisters flowing along the second floor overlooking the entrance. He could hear the rainwater dripping onto the marble as they made their way to the largest bathroom in the house. It was grand, with a perfect white bath and sink, golden faucets, and endless polished surfaces. A large mirror stretched across the sink counter, reflecting their rushed movements as David started the bath. Steam quickly rose from the faucet as Daniel gently set the boy down, pulling his shirt off gingerly to avoid his wound.

"The bath will be ready in a moment."

Daniel nodded, taking note of David's discomfort. He didn't want to see the boy undressed.

"You may go David, if you'd like."

David only nodded in agreement as he rushed out of the room.

"You know where to find me if you need anything."

Daniel nodded as he heard the door click behind him. He awkwardly worked off the boy's jeans and boxers before lightly setting him into the hot water. There was no reaction as steam lifted into the air, fogging the mirrors. He had hoped that maybe the hot water would bring him out of his stupor but maybe he was wrong. He sat on the edge of the tub as he rolled up his sleeves, using one hand to cradle the boys head as the other washed the filth away, taking great care around his cut as to not start the bleeding again. He was amazed at the amount of scratches, bruises and scars he carried. He wasn't the average lost child, a gang member perhaps? He washed him gently, taking great care not to get water in his eyes, nose or mouth as he washed his hair. By the time he was finished and had the boy out, dried and covered the water was nearly black with dirt and blood. He would deal with it later, after the boy was tucked in. He picked the boy up in his arms again, a towel covering him as they left the bathroom and made their way to the guest room. He paused at the door to his study, his voice carrying lightly into the room.

"David, I need clothes."

He heard the man stir, he had probably fallen asleep, but he would find him what he needed. He came to the guest room, a simple bedroom really, compared to the ones for guests of higher standings. Just a bed, and a dresser, two nightstands and lamps for each. A large window spilled moonlight over the blue carpeting and comforter. David wasn't far behind him as he laid the boy across the bed. Sleep would do him good, for now he would leave the cut alone, see how it did overnight. It had already clotted over; perhaps it would need little help in healing. He took the clothes from David; they were just clothes to sleep in. Perhaps in the morning he would find something a little more suitable.

"Still sleeping?"

Daniel nodded.

"I think he needs it right now. We'll see how he does over night."

David sighed as Daniel began to clothe the boy, pulling on the too-large button up shirt for him to sleep in, the towel still barely covering his lower half.

"Should I call the doctor?"

Daniel sighed and shook his head as his fingers gracefully placed each button with each hole.

"Well see how he does tonight, I don't want to draw attention if I don't have to."

David stood, his back to him as Daniel removed to towel and slid on the clean boxers.

"I understand. I'll find you in the morning and we'll see what needs to be done."

Daniel didn't answer as he left them. David didn't understand why he did the things he did. Half the time he didn't either. It was a great risk for him to take on a child instead of an adult, it could turn out bad in the media, they could hang him out to dry. Or the boy could recognize him and bring attention to his little pass time. Daniel tucked the boy in tightly; making sure the blankets covered him to his chin. He sat on the edge of the bed a moment, watching the color return to the boy’s face, he was warm and dry. Hopefully he would wake the next day. He stood smoothly and went to the door; he would have to check on him periodically in the night. Daniel sighed, he was going to work in his study anyway, sleep would elude him again.



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