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Niku sighed as he entered his number into the phone as if by long practice. "You're the most important person in the world to me Damien. I know that's strange, I should be saying that to some girl I'm in love with or something, but its true. As such, leaving you is painful in a way. I'd constantly be calling you if I had your number to "make sure you're ok" when really I'd just be calling you to hear your voice. I know how I am, I know how much it would cost me to lose you. So please tolerate my paranoia. Just remember, if you need me for any reason at all before morning, call me."

Niku returned Damien's phone with a bow and gently kissed the boy's forehead, not unlike that of a cherished older brother. "Now, I've got to go." He turned for the door but paused for a moment, his smirk hidden from view. "It's really too bad you aren't a few years older. I wouldn't mind you seeing me perform then." He then quickly strode from the room, headed downstairs, hopefully avoiding the staff around the house, and quickly finding his way to the beautiful car Damien had seemingly carelessly given him. Niku beamed as he stalked over, slipped into the driver's seat and revved the engine.

"Thank you Damien, for everything." He whispered into the night before shutting the door and heading to work. He definitely needed a new, better job. One closer to Damien, for training of course.

Niku waved a hand out the window to let Damien know he'd heard him and then turned out of the drive and revving the engine one more time before speeding away back towards town. Saturday nights were almost as bad as Friday nights and Niku knew it was going to be an ordeal just to stay away from Damien long enough to do his four dances.

The dances wouldn't be that bad really, it was when he was behind the bar that things could get rough. For some reason people thought you could touch the dancers as long as they weren't dancing, Niku had busted quite a few drunk faces because of that. But never mind that.

As he arrived at the club he began focusing on the first routine. He used the service entrance, slipped into the back with the other men and women, as this particular club served everyone tastes. Niku slipped out of his trench and into his "dancing clothes". The first routine was for the women and it was your typical bad boy biker routine. He'd stroll out on the stage, shake his a** for the crowd, take off the leather jacket, take off the chaps he wore, dance around some more, maybe give the pole a whirl or two and then he'd give them a parting view of his a** as he walked off stage.

Two hours passed before his next show and he'd serve drinks in the outfit that had been retrieved from the stage by one of the stage hands, a young girl who had just started working there and had barely been able to resist jumping him. He'd simply smiled and thanked her before getting dressed in front of her. The look of disappointment as he dawned his clothes made some part of him happy. Sure, she had wanted him for his body, but any kind of want was good, right?

No, this wasn't the case at all. He only needed one person's approval, his Sacrifice. Maybe one day, when he was a little older, maybe Niku would be the one to take those ears from him though he'd never had any interest in men before, he could likely make an exception for Damien.

Nikuyoku's second show was close to the first but the clothes were tighter and accented everything about him. His black hair was tied back in a short rat's tail that left his neck and face bare to the hungry eyes. If that wasn't enough then the tight leather pants and shirt, if the cloth that hung loosely from his shoulder could be called a shirt. It swayed with him as he moved and the deep V on the shirt cut down almost to his navel. It was for the men that came to see him, it was only fair for them to get what they wanted just like the women. And so Niku danced, normally at first, lost in the rhythm of the indistinct club music. The dance slowly became more sensual, more intimate, Niku locking eyes with several of his patrons as he stripped the shirt off and unbutton the pants, slipping them off with as little effort as if they were spacious and made of some less tricky material than leather. After a series of graceful, yet slutty, moves Niku began to strut back down the walk, half turning to give one last slow lick of his lips to the audience.

Upon getting back into the dressing room he saw several of the other dancers gathered around something. It was only until he pushed past them that he realized it was his phone, with an open text from Damien. He sighed and was soon bombarded with questions and accusations. "Niku, Niku...who's Damien? Your lover? Are you gay Niku? We always thought you only liked women. Niku, how old is he? He's worried about his mother so he must be young. Are you a ***** Niku?" All the same questions repeated over and over by different people and all of them useless.

It was bothersome but he was glad that Damien had done it, at least he hadn't forgotten about him yet. Niku looked from the test to his arm, the word Loneliness blazing back at him, and he smiled. He spoke quietly to himself, "Note to self, make Damien blush again for this."

He then served drinks, threw a few drunks out of the bar for harassing other dancers, tossed back a double shot of bourbon and performed his two last dances of the night. The third was more or less the same bad boy routine earlier in the night but the last was special. The theme for the last routine was funny to Niku this night as he put on the realistic ears. The dance was familiar to him as he strode across the stage, using the three projections and the props set up at each spot. The center spot held the pole and a series of climbing, sliding, and grinding that was nearly acrobatic was in order for his audience. To the left and right stood plain wooden chairs. On the right he pointed to a man in the crowd and ordered him up to the chair. He then did the same to a girl, who was barely old enough to enter the club and still had her ears. He then did a quick cartwheel down the center projection and landed perfectly at its edge. The music died down and one of the stage hands passed him the mic. "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm feeling rather naughty tonight." This statement was greeted with cheers and applause and catcalls from every direction. After the ruckus died down Nikuyoku continued, "I think I'm ready to give away my ears. But I can't decide who to give them to. So I'm going to let you decide." He paced over to the young man seated in the chair on the right side and ran a nail down his chest, leaning down over his shoulder and running his right arm around the man's waist so that the mic would be in reach of his voice. "What do you think ladies and gents? Should this young handsome man be the one to take my ears from me? Or maybe," and he unwound himself from the man and walked over to the young lady who still had her ears, golden and small as they sat upon her head in a mass of blond hair. His voice dripped like honey even through the surround sound system in the club as he wrapped himself around the girl in a similar fashion, making sure the mic sat just above her breasts. "Maybe this young lady and I could exchange our ears here on stage for all to see?" He saw her blush and whispered into the mic. "So...who will it be?" He strode up to the pole again, wrapped his right leg around it and hooked it. twirling his way to the ground and then crawling on all fours to the end of the projection. He then flipped over onto his back and hung his head off the edge, mic still in hand. "For the man on the right, let me hear you!" Once again applause erupted and cheers went off, the man's buddies cheering him on. Niku waited for the noise to calm somewhat before going on in a near purr. "Now let's hear it for the sweet corruption of youth. Those who want the girl to take my ears, let me hear you!" The noise erupted again only it was near deafening. Obviously the woman had brought along more friend than the man or had been brought along as a friend. Either way she was the obvious winner and Niku strode over to her, slipped his chin beneath her neck and gave her a light kiss, a nibbled on the ear, and flopped his ears down into her lap. He then laughed, bowed, and exited, leaving the girl stunned and the crowd pleased. Needless to say he was in a very good mood on his way back to Damien.

Niku drove like only a maniac driven by desperation and longing can drive. There were few cars out at this time of night and the farther he made it from the city, the less traffic there was. It wasn't until he saw the light on in Damien's room that he slowed the smooth running car down, turned out the lights, and pulled into the driveway.

Niku was very careful turning the car off and exiting it. Even the door made as little noise as possible and even that seemed to loud to Niku's ears. All the same he restrained himself all the way to the door, up the stairs, and to Damien's room.

He smiled and silently reprimanded himself for making Damien wait so long. Damien was light as Niku picked him up and carried him to the bed. After Nikku had laid his sacrifice down he grabbed up an extra pillow, walked to the window, shut it as quietly as possible and propped himself into a sitting position against the bed, using the pillow to cradle his neck as he drifted off to sleep. He'd been more tired than he'd thought and that last dance had taken a lot out of the fighter unit. "Forgive me Damien..." Sleep soon claimed him, his sleep was that of the content and satisfied.

Niku shivered as the words or his sacrifice washed over him even as he sat down with the pillow. He was tall enough or maybe Damien small enough that he fit perfectly in Niku's lap. Strong arms toned by training and dancing wrapped around Damien and Niku laid his own head atop of Damien's, nuzzling the soft ears there. Oh god, so soft, so tempting. 'No, I won't take advantage of this, I'd never forgive myself if he came to hate me for that.' Niku thought as he brought his legs in, pulling his sacrifice ever closer. As he finally drifted off to sleep he felt something that had been evading him since his birth. He felt peace with this teenager in his arms as he never had with any woman. "I love you, Damien." He whispered in the few moments before departing the waking world and walking the dreamscape of his mind.

Niku had been fast asleep but the light touch woke him gently. Despite the few hours since his last dance Niku felt fine, better than fine really. Niku felt great, he had to admit. It took him a second to realize why he had woken up and suddenly his arms gently squeezed Damien, making sure he couldn't escape.

"You caused me a great deal of trouble last night with that little text message of yours master. I plan to take my revenge very soon." As soon as the words escape his lips he stood, lifting Damien easily in those slender, but strong, arms. "I told myself last night that I had to make you blush for that. I wonder how I should go about doing that. What do you think, watashi no ai? Any suggestions?"

Niku brought his face closer to Damien's and made to act like he'd steal a kiss from the boy's lips but instead bypassed his face entirely and nibbled on his right ear, the one that looked more human. His breath would be hot on Damien's ear as Niku whispered into it while trying to keep the question as sensual sounding as possible. "Damien, where is the shower again?" And for an added emphasis, "I'm just a little dirty."

Ah hormones, how often they betray us. "Of course you don't blush Damien, your face just gets really red when you're embarrassed or when I kiss you or tease you in the slightest way." I'm going to pay for this, I just know it. But I can't help myself, he's adorable when he's flustered.

He'd set his sacrifice down on the bed and stripped himself of his shirt immediately. He'd apparently left his trench at the club as he couldn't remember taking it off last night before sleeping. It was an annoyance but he'd been so keen to see Damien again, to hold Damien again. Without his shirt the true evidence of being a fighter showed. Nikuyoku's upper body was one of lean muscle, sculpted to the near point of perfection with just that little bit of fat underneath to give him enough cushion around his organs so that a punch wouldn't destroy a kidney.

His arms stretched high into the air as he arched his back, standing of his toes to get the full arc and pull from the exhilarating movement. After he drew out the last few numbing seconds he turned his head to look at Damien, a sinister smirk on his face. "You know, you're probably a little dirty too, sleeping on me like that. Probably covered in my sweat. You should get a shower too." Niku left the advice for Damien to do with as he pleased and headed for the shower, unbuttoning the tight leather pants as he did.