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Conflicted. It was the only word that seemed to portray the poor fighter. He had misunderstood Damien and hated himself for that. He hadn't realized, or maybe he'd been in denial, that Damien had been as affected by the Name as he had. But now he saw, with the teenager straddling him and looking down into his amber eyes. He understood all to well as he felt the small heart beat against his palm.

"I understand Damien, I do." Niku tilted his head back and relaxed his body so that it slid into the warm water, pitching Damien forward. The movement had Nikuyoku face to face with his sacrifice and both his hands, dripping with water, went to either side of Damien's face, pulling the boy those last few inches. The kiss that followed wasn't chaste and it wasn't sexual. It was a binding without words and spell of its own based in lips, tongue and teeth.

The chain tightened around the two of them but it was a pleasant tightness. It spoke of warm nights and laughter, but there was a chill to it. It also spoke of hardships and tests to endure and pass. Niku knew they'd do it, whatever it took they'd survive. Niku's voice was breathless at the end of the kiss and he whispered against Damien's ear. "I was wrong. You know what you want. Tell me, command me, and I shall do whatever is in my power to assist you in getting what you want."

Niku had to admit he was a little disappointed by the fact that he'd have to quit the job. He didn't really hate the place, in fact, he loved the people that he worked with. It was a family of sorts, one that accepted him at least a little. But it didn't matter, if Damien wanted him to quit then so be it, he'd make the call as soon as he could get to his phone. The tone in Damien's voice had left no room for argument so there was naturally no reason to voice that it would be done, it might have well already happened.

It was distracting, Damien's position on him. It felt right but he couldn't think properly. No matter how Damien behaved or thought it didn't make up for the fact that he was still a middle school kid so the feelings that had more to do with warmth and closed doors and flesh still conflicted against what Niku saw as right and wrong. Of course that was until, his head still leaned back after the kiss he and Damien shared moments before, the teenager's lips fastened around the pulse in his throat and that delicate tongue slide across wet flesh.

Experience was something that you learned with time or practice, or so Niku thought. He also thought that he wasn't that great a teacher, but he hadn't ever really had such an adept student before either. To feel his own movements and tricks coming from the small mouth at his throat was something that elicited a very surprised response. Of course there were other, more explicit sounds that accompanied the surprise and his arms wrapped around Damien, strong and dexterous fingers playing along lower back and spine in what should have been desperate movements. His movements were not desperate though; Niku's slim fingers swirled and glided across flesh half submerged in water like a concert pianist striking the first chords of some joyous ballad, though his face was already half slack with the release of some tension he'd been holding, a small smile playing at his lips even as they were half parted to allow for easier breathing. It's nearly impossible to breathe through one's nose when their head is tilted back, neck exposed and getting very wanted attention. It was also very hard to remember why it was so wrong for a twenty-one year old man to love a middle school boy, especially when said boy was very mature for his age.

Was this a good idea? No, no it wasn't. Did it feel right and amazing, yes. He could have tried to convince Damien that it was fine, that they were in control of the situation, but he knew that they weren't and he couldn't lie, no matter how much he may have wanted to, to Damien. "I don't know. I mean, I don't know if its ok. You're body is just reacting to the things we're that's why you feel weird. You're a smart kid Damien, and school and your own personal research has done wonders for you, but there is only so much in this department that you understand. There is only so much I understand given the situation."

It seemed odd to be so calm under the circumstances, but that was Nikuyoku. Sex and the acts associated with it were commonplace. Sex and the acts associated with it when the other person was a fourteen year old boy was completely new ot him. "I hate to say it, I really do..." To prove his point on this Niku made a quick movement with his entire body, scooting back in the water and wrapping his arms around Damien, bringing him closer so that Niku's muscled chest pressed against Damien's slim build. This position would have Damien, legs on either side of Niku bent as the knees and his a** firmly planted in Niku's lap.

Niku was slightly taller sitting up so he looked down at Damien, still trying to clear his head. "Like I was saying, I hate to say it but I think we've spent enough time in the bath. I think the only reason I'm so tame right now is because you gave me the order to not take your ears and I want to, I want to be the one to strip you of that small bit of innocence and I don't want to wait for you to get older." Niku leaned down and curled his right hand around the side of Damien's throat, using his thumb to lift the teen's chin up, his other hand supporting his sacrifice at the small of his back. With that uplifted chin Damien's neck was exposed as well as his collarbone. Niku licked from the outside of the collarbone, near the shoulder, to the very middle in an agonizingly slow motion before looking at Damien from a few mere inches. "You can't be unsure of yourself at all Damien, I don't have the control. Your orders must be absolute and they must be precise, otherwise I might slip up and I don't want to hurt or disappoint you."

Niku curled the hand beneath the water in a tight fist, holding back those few inches before he could feel what the problem was. He didn't need to feel what his sacrifice's problem was, he knew all too well, it had been pressed against his lower stomach for awhile after all. But there was something intensely more intimate about hands and mouths to Niku and somehow he knew his control would shatter if he continued. "Let's get out of the tub first, the water is getting chilly."

He had completely ignored the ears question. He didn't want to acknowledge how he felt, he didn't know if he could wait for Damien to get older, he was as unsure of himself as he ever had been. He couldn't ignore the act of the teenager's grinding against him though and it was really all he could do to remain in control. He kept his hand clenched under the water though and his other hand moved down and squeezed the soft flesh of Damien's a**, not helping his self control at all.

"Damien, please, I don't...we have to stop this for now. I know you want this, but not now, I'm just too confused right now and I need to take care of my job and..." He couldn't think what else he'd been about to say, his mind completely blanked under the self-imposed stress that the battle between what he saw as right and wrong raged.

Niku smiled weakly, his head hurt to much from thinking but he was glad for the water being cooler, it helped a good deal with his "problem" so it was without much difficulty that he slipped out from under Damien and strode without a second thought towards the towel cabinet, grabbing several. The first he held out for Damien, yes it was cold but Niku needed that cold to clear his head and he couldn't have Damien getting sick after he'd been given the honor of being exactly what he wanted to be for his sacrifice.

The smile stayed weak, he couldn't help it. He felt as if he'd let Damien down, as if by fighting against himself he'd fought against Damien. When Damien stepped out of the bath he would wrap the towel around the teen's smaller frame and kneel, still naked with the spare towels hanging off his right arm, in front of Damien with his head bowed. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't do as you wished," there was a slight pause as he wondered if he should say what he thought. He supposed there was no real harm in it though. If Damien didn't like it then he'd say not to call him that again and if he did then Niku would feel relieved that he wasn't completely useless. The thought hadn't taken long and after the few seconds of silence Niku finished his sentence in a whisper, "Master Damien. I won't let anyone harm you," least of all myself. "If I have an answer you seek you shall have it. If you have need of me, I will be at your side and shall do as best I can to make sure you want for nothing."

(I would like to say that it is extremely awkward for me to be the one to push away the sexual advances.)

The smirk that Niku returned was almost a mirror to the one that Damien wore on his lips, but his held more amusement than cruelty. Niku found that he liked the cruel smirk, and the soft pink of the lips that bore it. Lips...soft, inviting. Niku shook his head beneath the towel that dried his hair trying to come back to himself. "We're not equal Damien. We never will be." The voice didn't hold any sadness whatsoever. His voice was calm and even happy as he said it. He quickly wrapped the second towel on his arm around his waist and drew the teen close so that his head rested on one small shoulder.

"Even when we become lovers, when I am in you or you in me, it won't matter. We are and always will be Sacrifice and Fighter. I follow your lead and that's how I prefer it. I'm tired of thinking all the time, tired of the headaches. I've been thinking about you and just thinking in general since I can remember, you must have been just a baby, maybe not even that. I just want you to think for me, at least for a little while."

Niku kissed Damien's cheek and slid over to the pants that he had stripped off and tossed to the floor. "I need new clothes before I meet your mother. All I have is my stripper garb. Oh and I need to make a call, don't I?" He smiled as he remembered the power behind the order, the memory giving him the strength to call up to his place of business and tell his employer that her favorite stripper and main attraction was quitting due to the fact that he now had a job that didn't require him to take his clothes off. He made sure before he hung up that he got to say his goodbyes to the staff whom had put forth the effort to accept him despite his distance from them.

He flipped the phone shut and turned to Damien, a grin wide on his face, "Now then, shall we get you dressed and ready for a little shopping?" He moved closer again, holding his hand out for Damien. If taken Niku would pull in and twirl Damien so that the boy landed with his back pressed against Niku's upper stomach and chest. He then wrapped his arms around Damien's shoulders and kissed the top of his head. "I love you Master Damien."

He still held Damien like that, firmly in his arms and he could feel his face shift into a different kind of expression, he was glad Damien couldn't see that face. He knew the expression well, he'd worn it many times at the club. It was a look that said, I can do things to you, things you'll enjoy and things you'll regret in the morning but for tonight, in the darkness, you'll love me. Niku knew it was wrong to look at Damien like that but he couldn't help it, it was as if years had already passed in the space of a day and a few hours in a bathtub. Niku knew he shouldn't say what he was about to, knew the effect it would likely have on the still nude teen. A darkly amusing laugh trickled out from half parted lips and his voice came out silky and sickly sweet. "And what would you have me teach you first my young master?"

It was going to be difficult to wait if they kept this up and Niku didn't want to wait. He wanted to be able to tease and flirt and spend the cold nights rolling around in the sheets with Damien. "Yes, all yours." Niku whispered against Damien's ear and he drifted his hands across pale flesh as he withdrew himself from the one sided embrace and headed to Damien's room to retrieve his shirt and get clothes for his very tempting sacrifice. "Clothes would fix it, that's right, clothes." "At least then you'll be a little less distracting." The first had been a thought and Niku noticed that he had meant the second to be as well but it had somehow slipped out of his mouth as he glided into Damien's room.