Date: Tue, 15 Aug 2000 22:54:37 EDT
From: Diana Ton <forbidden_luv2000@hotmail.com>
Subject: Midnight Lair

				Midnight Lair

Please note that this story does contain M/M content.


I can't stop looking at the moon.  The familiar glow was mesmerizing my 
eyes.  I don't know how long I was at the garden, but it doesn't matter.  I 
feel like I needed some time to cool off from the hard work at bringing 
order to the recently disorder due to some punk who decided that it is a 
good day to die.  The barroom was a mess.  Several expensive wine bottles 
were broken.  The only good thing that came out of this was that the huge 
mirror at the bar's background remained unbroken.  Jan is not going to be 
pleased when he finds out what happened at the bar.  The Midnight Lair was 
bought under his brother's name, but transfer it to Jan since his brother 
was having unpleasant experiences in running the most popular nightclub in 
the city.  I was hired as a tough guy to prevent any uproars during the 
opening hours.  My mind finally becomes at eased as the night breeze softly 
tossed my long blonde hair, casting it to the winds.  The guy with a death 
purpose was apprehended by the cops after someone in the bar called for 
emergency after he shot one of the club's customer.  Didn't get a good look 
at him, but the way he was dressed, it was for a kill.  I heard rumors that 
the shooter was in love with him and he was brushed away as if he was 
nothing by the victim.  With that in mind, he shot him at the leg.  Why the 
leg, he asked himself.  Shoot him in the heart.  Found out that the shooter 
can't manage to kill him, because he still loves him.  After seeing what he 
did to the poor guy, his heart melted and just took the gun to his mouth.  
Someone luckily grabbed him before the guy can pull the trigger.  The poor 
guy was unconscious (what a weakling, he thought.) from the gunshot wound.  
I have to come rush towards him and began to apply pressure on the wound.  I 
didn't notice that the shooter was grabbing the guy, pleading him to be all 
right.  The cops arrived and took him away.  The ambulance rushed in to take 
the victim away.  The events were still fresh in his mind.  I then found out 
that the victim just came out of the hospital with a gunshot wound at his 
left side, barely missing his major organs.  The reason of the wound was 
unknown.  He was either a cop that got shot on duty, or that he was a crook. 
By the way the cops handled him, he wasn't a crook, but neither was he a 
cop.  It seems that it was all something of a personal affairs that he might 
have with several people.  I don't know if this eventful will happen again.
Well, it's time for me to close the doors and worry about the mess that 
later.
I grabbed my helmet and got onto my motorcycle.  With a jump, I rode away 
from the bar.  I need a long night sleep.  Jan is going to rattle my ears 
tomorrow.


     I felt something of a cloth around my left leg.  I slowly turned my 
sleep-induced head towards the beeping sound as I finally noticed that I was 
hooked up to the IV.  Great, I'm back where I started.  Can't a guy get his 
fun?  Ron was not taking his refusal for a relationship with him in a good 
way.  At first, I thought everything was cooled when I told him that I am 
not interested in starting a relationship with him, or in a matter of fact, 
with nobody at all.  I just want to have fun dancing on the floors.  Yeah, 
sure I flirted with him a little, but that was just to get into a mood of 
dancing.  I have to release my body from stress after what happened to me 
for the past two years.  Everything from losing of a condo to a job was 
damping my mental stability.  I have no income, but I somehow got some 
financial backing from my sister, who seems to adore me more than her 
husband.  I don't mind, as long as I don't come between them.  I don't 
believe in incest.  I don't find my sister attractive, as to say that I 
wanted to have sex with her.  I have mutual feelings for her.  Last month, 
because of my recent condo lost, I decided, Hell, if I am going down like 
this, I might as well enjoy life as much as possible before I become a 
homeless bum.  I don't exactly live in the streets.  My sister has a small 
apartment that she used to live, but she rented out to me for a measly $20 
per month.   It's not a palace, but it has everything from a 30-inch tv in 
stereo with huge speakers and 10 cd-changer, with a huge frigerator and a 
large queen size bed in the corner.  Yes, it is a one-bedroom apartment, but 
it was more than I hoped for.  My condo was just nothing compared to her 
apartment.  I was grateful.     After living there for a few days, I decided 
to go clubbing.  I went to several reputable places.  Then I heard about 
Midnight Lair.  There, people seem to be attracted to the place.  The owner 
of the club was Jan.  No last name.  Just Jan.  I have never met him, and I 
don't intend to introduce myself to anyone.  I just want to dance all my 
muscles to the rhythms.  I didn't know what to expect until I reached the 
entrance doors.  I was about to flip out my id, and then the bus boy just 
shoved me in.  Cool, I thought.  I had only a few more weeks before I am 21 
years old.  I could see why.  People were dancing to songs that I haven't 
heard in any other clubs due to lyrics.  I like this place.  After dancing I 
accidentally met this handsome guy.  His name was Paul.  He then grabbed my 
hands and began to dance crazy in front of me.  I took the hint and began to 
dance.  I didn't noticed that he didn't take his eyes from me for one second 
ever since.  We were still dancing into the closing time.  I was about to 
dance to one last song played until I felt him grabbing my chin and raised 
it to his lips.  He kissed me gently.  At first I thought this was ok.  I 
let him continue.  What he did surprised me.  He then took my full open lips 
and did a passion kiss that I never thought possible.  I was dumbfounded.  
He took the advantage and grabbed my crotch.  I was really taken surprise by 
the sudden movement.  I brushed his hand away, but he refused to take my 
movement seriously.  I got pretty mad.  Yes, I was getting hotter, but 
that's when he decided to put his hands where it doesn't belong.  I slapped 
him across the face, making him red at the handprint.  He then tried to grab 
me closer, then I started to slap him again, but this time, he caught it.  
Then he holds my hand and began to caress my body, while his lips keep 
contact with mine.  After that, I don't remember exactly what happened, but 
I finally got away from him and past the exit door and ran as far as I can 
away from him.  I didn't see him for the next week, thought that he had 
forgotten me.  But was I dead wrong.  I was just dancing my way in the crowd 
where I found him.  Or better yet, he found me.  I was about to turn away 
when I felt him grabbing my arms.  I was about to fight him when all the 
sudden, I heard a loud bang and a sudden pain on my left side.    I finally 
knew that he was holding a small pistol and was aiming it at me.  I fell 
down on my back, hearing screams as I felt my life past through me.  Then I 
heard another loud bang.  I felt something heavy on me.  Then a whisper came 
to my ears.  "I love you.  If I can't have you, then nobody can have you."  
I was stunned when I heard that.  My mind began racing thoughts about that 
night.  Every slow seconds passed as my life was draining itself onto the 
floor, I realized that I should have changed my clothes.  I was wearing a 
leather tight pants with metal clips t-shirt, revealing my smooth almond 
skin.  I think he was in love with me because of my clothes.  Damn.  I knew 
I have to change.  But I realized that it was not the clothes that was 
provoking.  It was my looks.  No wonder I was shot.  Again.  But this time, 
at my leg.  My small flirtations with Ron were going smoothly.  I was just 
having fun with the boy.  I didn't know that my looks got him obsessed with 
me.  Look what got you here, Rick.  Ok, I think going to Midnight Lair 
wasn't a good idea after all.  Too many people there.  Probably go to a 
small club back at 39 street on 3rd avenue will reduce any unusual gunshots. 
  Why there, you might ask.  Well, that's where old people hang out.  There, 
I won't be flirting with some old geezers. No no.  It's not going to be some 
old time music.  The music is mostly 70-80s kind.  Enough kicks to get drunk 
and dance the night away.   Hehe.  Well, the music is pretty hip hop.  But I 
don't know if it will satisfy my urges.  Well, we just have to see what will 
happen next.

End of part 1