Date: Sun, 1 May 2011 21:53:47 -0500
From: Michael Meixner <meixnerm@wwt.net>
Subject: Questions and Answers chapter 2

    Hey guys! Just finished writing chapter two and wow, never thought i
could write that much for a single chapter but hey if the fingers want to
write it then I guess let em loose. Now I know in the first chapter I left
a lot of questions.hence the title maybe.ok not really intended to do so
but I was so focused on experimenting with smut I kind of left out some
details.ok a lot of details. If I could I would take it back and add a crap
ton more but alas, what has been done has been done. Anyway I hoped to make
up for lack of storyline/background for my characters in chapter two. And
yes this is a scifi-fantasy story and until I reveal more, you reader's
will just have to use your imagination. :)

     I'm just gonna say this though, and I hope you guys won't be
disappointed, but I didn't put too much smut, if any, in this chapter.I
figured chapter one should have been enough to tide you over until I finish
chapter three..whenever that may be.hopefully soon. You guys read faster
than my fingers can type lol.  As I said before I really do like hearing
from my readers, it gives me a sense of purpose and it's a good confidence
booster since this is my first story. I thank everyone who sent me an email
and gave their support.  So if any of you like my story, have any
comments/suggestions, or critiques (greatly appreciated) shoot me an email
at yankcolt@yahoo.com

    Disclaimer: This is my story, forged from the deepest recesses of my
mind, so any likeness to any person place or whatever is completely
coincidental.  This story contains male/male sexual themes and boys
love. You should know if you shouldn't be reading this, and if
homosexuality rubs you the wrong way then I suggest you..RUN FOR YOUR
LIFE..ok maybe just leaving would suffice. Any-who, everybody else, aside
from those that I just mentioned, feel free to enjoy reading my story. :)





Chapter 2

        'No! It doesn't fucking answer my question!' Eli hollered in his
head, the only audible sound he made was the sound of a book being slammed
onto the bookshelf in front of him. A startled gasp from nearby broke
through Eli's inner turmoil, bringing him back to reality as he looked
around and saw an elderly woman down the aisle staring at him with a
displeased, haughty look on her face. He gave her a small, fake smile and
apologized for disturbing her, then turned back to his job at hand, the
smile instantly gone.

        Grabbing another armful of books from the library cart, he quickly
went back to work shelving books, shaking his head of all distracting
thoughts and questions. Focusing on the task at hand, he fell into a steady
rhythm of reading the author's name, finding the matching shelf, and
placing the book in its proper place. Before he knew it he had finished a
cart load, so he pushed the empty cart to the backroom to collect the next
cart.

        Eli worked at the city library which was far smaller and less used
than the one at the university. The city library's quaint size gave it a
homey and welcoming feeling whereas the university library reminded him
only of studying and school projects since that's where he went to do his
homework between classes. Eli was a full time student at the university
majoring in literature. Even though he worked, he didn't necessarily need
to. With all the scholarships, grants, and financial aid, he didn't need an
income to pay for tuition. He just enjoyed being at the library, being
surrounded by so many books full of adventures and amazing characters. The
library was a place of refuge for him, someplace he could escape and lose
himself in. And earning a little cash on hand for indulgences was a bonus
too.

        Eli glanced at his watch on his wrist, it was five minutes until
his break time so he figured he would just start reorganizing another cart
instead of trying to reshelf a cart load of books in five, four
minutes. Upon entering, he noticed that the backroom was devoid of any
life, save for himself. All the other librarians and help were probably at
the front desk or were shelving books so he decided to add three minutes to
his break and sat down at the circular lunch table.

        However as he sat back in his chair his mind bombarded him with
memories of the night before last, reminding him more so of those amber-
red eyes that had intently gazed at him like they could pierce into his
soul and see into the darkest, most private parts of himself. He felt a
shiver race across his flesh at the memory of that powerful body embracing
him, and a heat began to pool lower, against his will. He felt his beige
khaki pants tent and tighten about his growing hardness. He leaned forward,
laying his forehead against the cool tabletop in an attempt to lower his
rising temperature, his shaggy, sunshine gold hair falling forward with his
movements.  He also reminded himself that he was still at work and his boss
probably wouldn't appreciate seeing one of her employees walking about the
library with a hard on.

        Though try as he might he just couldn't shake off the tormenting
memories. They only brought with them more questions than answers and yet
he feared, slightly, at what the answers would be. What would he discover
about himself, where would that lead him in life, what would the
consequences be and could he accept himself based on the answers he would
find? He raised his head and promptly slammed it back down; the questions
were giving him a headache.

        Heaving a sigh he sat back in his chair and slumped, crossing his
blue sleeved covered arms across his tan sweater vest, and closed his ocean
blue eyes in frustration. He kicked his feet up on the nearest chair and
pondered over the most prominent question that kept nagging at him. It was
the one that was the source of all other questions. the one which pertains
to his sexuality.

         Eli had never been interested in anyone or anything in
particular. He spent most of his high school years studying for college and
never thought too much about sex. Sure he jerked off when he was horny but
he couldn't say anything other than hormones and his body's need for
release was the cause for it. His girlfriend in his senior year was his
first real sexual experience, a simple blow job which was a onetime thing,
and even though she was a nice, highly intelligent girl, he never felt
anything for her least of all love. They agreed to break up after
graduation, the reasons being that they were going to different colleges
and they each wanted to live a little without being tied down in a
relationship. There were no hard feelings or heartache, maybe a feeling of
relief, but Eli didn't feel much of anything when they parted ways.

        In college, Eli had been approached by only a couple girls, one a
blond slut who said she liked his school boy look, thought it was sexy and
wanted Eli to tutor her sometime. Eli blew her off completely; he couldn't
stand gaudy women who slept around. He also didn't feel like catching a STD
in his freshman year of college for that matter. The other girl was a
kind-hearted, dark haired book worm like himself and they had met in an
advanced English class in his sophomore year. They had studied together at
each other's dorm rooms and one night, the mood was just right and one
thing lead to another which lead to sex. Now since Eli hadn't had any prior
experience to compare to he thought the sex with her was good, not great or
toe curling fantastic, just good. And again it was just a onetime thing.

        Afterwards though he started to experiment somewhat to try and
figure out what could make his toes curl. No, he didn't just start sleeping
around or try to find a relationship, but he did look at different porn. He
achieved the average reaction to watching straight porn, but when he found
a site hosting free gay porn he watched it and his reaction was slightly
stronger, but he still nothing that made his toes curl.

        He was a perfectly healthy, vital, young male. He had no trouble
achieving an erection or coming to a climax. He just couldn't find his
kick, his turn on.

        That's why in the past couple months he had been going clubbing,
hoping to find some inspiration that he obviously wasn't finding on campus,
online, or, god forbid, at the library. He had gone almost every Friday
night and sometimes Saturday night, depending on his school workload. The
first time he managed to enter Chrysalis, the supposed hottest night club
in the city, he was shocked to see the beautiful modern interior, whereas
the outside was rather plain, and more so he was surprised to see so many
beautiful people, both men and women. The dark lighting was alluring and
the dance floor was covered with bodies that moved in an erotic
fashion. The music thumped deafeningly but it was comprised of all the most
popular songs and even some new songs that he was sure only Chrysalis was
privy to.  The bar was lined with a neon green counter that gave a sexy
glow to everyone who sat at it and the bartender was a handsome blond with
lovely green eyes that nearly glowed in the neon light.

        Eli took up an empty stool and just peered around the room,
drinking in the sights before him.  He normally didn't move to the dance
floor right away. He liked watching people interact, or if he was friends,
he liked to get a little something to drink first before he went to make a
fool of himself in the mosh pit.

        What made Chrysalis different from all the other clubs Eli had
visited was the level of sophistication it radiated. The modern, high-tech,
designs gave the place a futuristic feel. Not only that but the people who
roamed the crowded place were dressed in elegant and classy attires but
each reeked with sexual tension by showing too much skin here and there as
a tasty tease or being too tight and pronouncing areas that drew lusty
eyes. Eli realized, looking down at himself, he was not nearly dressed to
fit the part. His black V-neck was a size too small and it pronounced his
nipples and hugged his slim, and lightly toned torso, and his dark shredded
denim jeans that were so tight they rounded his bubble butt and curved the
long muscles of his runner's legs. Not to mention his package was nicely
wrapped like a present, and as he sat his jeans produced a bulge even
without Eli being excited.  As he looked out across the vastness of
Chrysalis, he knew he looked under dressed compared to everyone else and
wasn't sure why the hefty bouncer had let him in.

        "What can I get for you sir?"

        The bartender's voice broke through Eli's trance and caused him to
snap his head in the bartender's direction. The blond smiled as he wiped
down another shot glass with a towel.

        "Uh I'll take bottled water if you have any." Eli requested
shyly. The bartender nodded but as he turned to fetch the requested drink a
voice from Eli's right spoke up.

        "Scratch that. He'll have a Knock Me Down and Fuck Me."

        Eli turned abruptly at the new voice, blushing at the drink's name
and its implications. He was about to protest but instead, his eyes grew
wide as they took in a white tux clad, Greek god that leaned on the neon
counter, resting on his forearms, smiling a deviously handsome grin at
him. Eli felt his jaw drop but he quickly shut it, and just continued to
stare, transfixed on the gorgeous man next to him.

        Eli had admired, well more like envied men that had powerfully
built bodies, tall, muscular, chiseled features, everything that radiated
male. Eli was not extremely tall and his body was delicate, lacking in
muscle building abilities.  This new guy was just the opposite and more,
much more. His hair was a dark glossy brown, almost black in the dark
light, and it cascaded in waves to his broad shoulders, his long bangs
tucked behind his perfectly curved ears. With his hair out of the way, Eli
could see the stranger's gorgeous face, his skin unmarred by any blemishes
and it was lightly, olive tanned, as was his hands that clasped his own
drink. What caught Eli's attention the most was the stranger's eyes, they
were reddish yellow, not orange but red with a mixture of gold that swirled
in their chaotic depth.  Eli had never seen such a vibrant color before and
didn't know if they were special colored contacts or if they were natural.

        "Yes sir."

        Shaking his head, Eli broke out of his reverie bringing his
attention back to his drink, "Wa-wait... I really just want a water." But
his protest came too late as the Bartender had left to gather ingredients
and started mixing his drink.

        Eli turned back to the stranger only to find him suddenly gone. Eli
wildly glanced around, searching for the handsome man who ordered his drink
but in the darkness, and as the crowds shuffled in and around the dance
floor, his search was fruitless.

        Maybe it was his imagination, maybe it was something in the air, or
maybe...well he didn't know. All he knew was that some extremely sexy
demigod had approached him and ordered him an erotic sounding drink.

        "Here you are sir." the bartender smoothly placed the drink in
front of Eli and then walked back down the bar counter to assist another
customer.

        Eli's mind spun, unsure if he should accept the drink but at the
same time he was curious. He was not a heavy drinker but occasionally went
to the bar with friends and had a few beers. Eli never drank enough to get
smashed though, he had witnessed too many times how awful a hangover could
be after a night of 'fun'. Besides he found it somewhat entertaining to sit
back and watch as his friends drank themselves into oddball stupors; they'd
be falling all over themselves, giggling like fools and he was there
laughing with them (and at them) but also making sure they didn't get into
too much trouble.

        Taking up the drink, he wafted it and smelled strong alcohol,
orange juice and cherries. It smelled heavenly. He decided to take a sip,
figuring it would be safe, the bartender looked like an honest man. The
first sip slipped down his throat with a burn but the fruity, tangy
aftertaste soothed it. It was delicious and he took another sip, thinking
about how he should find that sexy stranger and thank him.

        "Hey there sweetie, you look new here," A soft feminine voice
purred to Eli's right, "What's your name darling?"

        "The name's Darling." Eli jested, with a playful smirk. Turning on
his stool, he faced now a beautiful platinum blond, green eyed babe. He
again was shocked to see such beauty, though it wasn't quite as a shock as
before "Actually the name's Eli." He held out his hand for her to shake,
which she accepted.

        "Delilah." She smiled a pearly white smile, one that you would see
on toothpaste commercial. Eli took in the sight of her and found she was
very appealing with her pale, flawless skin, round voluptuous breasts,
skinny waist, and long smooth legs. Her crimson red tube dress was short
and low cut, showing off a lot of that pale flesh. Her lips were full and
luscious, painted red to match her dress, they looked extremely
kissable. Eli tried not to stare but it was difficult not to.

        "So how old are you?" She interrupted his eye candy feast and Eli
blushed when he realized that he had been caught staring. "You are too
cute." She giggled and patted his reddening cheek.

        "Thanks, I think." Eli turned away embarrassed and took another sip
of his fruity drink.

        "So are you gonna answer my wee little question Cutie?" she prodded
playfully.

        "I'm 21, and will be 22 in a couple weeks."

        "Well happy birthday in advance, just in case we don't see each
other until then." She raised her glass to his, "Cheers to your 22nd
birthday!"

        "Thanks," Eli tipped his glass into hers and the both threw back
the rest of their drinks. She set her empty glass down and waved the
bartender over to order another round of drinks. As they sat waiting there
was a silence between them, Eli was the cause of it. For some reason he was
feeling a little shy at those piercing green eyes. He wasn't sure how to
act around such a lovely woman who looked like she could have any man here
at her beck-and-call.

        "Cutie you sure are a quiet one," she laughed, breaking the
silence, and then continued to ask, "So are you a college student?"

        "Yes ma'am."

        "Oh please, call me Delilah! 'Ma'am' makes me sound old and I
certainly am not." She giggled and took up the drink the bartender placed
in front of her.

        "Delilah it is then." Eli felt his phase of shyness slip away at
her bubbly personality and relaxed more, feeling the alcohol spread into
his veins.

        They continued a lively chat, bouncing between topics like school,
family, work, personal interests, and of course their entire conversation
was saturated with flirtatious comments. Eli probably wouldn't have minded
inviting her to a hotel to 'get to know her a little better' but suddenly a
flash of white danced across his peripherals out on the dance floor. The
stranger Eli had encountered earlier was grinding to the deafening music,
surrounded by both genders, all eagerly vying for his attention.

        Noticing Eli's sudden distraction, Delilah looked across the dance
floor and she smiled when she saw what, or rather who had caught Eli's
gaze. "That's Knight Darkly; he's the king of the nightlife. Known to most
as the Prince of Darkness."

        Eli looked back at her, "'Prince of Darkness'? Sounds kind of corny
if you ask me."

        "That's what I told him but he couldn't stop the gossip mills from
spreading it around. So I guess he's stuck with it."

        "You know him?" Eli asked astonished.

        "What? Why shouldn't I know him?" she retorted in fake offense.

        "Well...I...uh didn't mean."

        She giggled, breaking the tension, "You really are cute! So cute I
want to kiss you but I'll answer your question first." She ran a delicate
hand through her layered, chin-length hair. "Yes. We know each
other. Probably known each other since we were little tykes."

        Eli watched Delilah's eyes go from bright and playful to quiet and
distant. Eli couldn't help but assume, "You are in love with him?"

        That snapped her right out of whatever thoughts of the past had
consumed her, "Oh no no no." she laughed, embarrassed, waving her hands
about in a dismissive manner and a pink flush tickled her cheeks. "I don't
have any feelings for him like that. We're just really good friends."

        He wasn't sure if he believed that entirely but he just nodded and
turned to look back on the dance floor. Right away he spotted the handsome
man, dancing with, well more like body rubbing a beautiful red-headed
man. The red-head was lean and delicate compared to the white clad Greek
god that was grinding behind him, and his outfit accentuated all his male
parts. Tight black leather pants, a red V-neck shirt that looked like it
had gone through a shredder, and a black leather collar about his neck.

        Seeing how the Prince of Darkness ground his groin into the ass of
the red-head's and how he rubbed his hands over the chest in front of him,
pulling him close and nuzzling the red-head's pale column, caused Eli's
heart to beat faster, bringing life into his flaccid length. The red-head
leaned his head back, lips parted and eyes half closed, against the wide
expanse of the Prince's chest, writhing under the exploring touch, and he
reached back and grabbed the Prince's ass with both hands, encouraging the
Prince further.  Now they were too far away so see much more details, but
it was obvious that they were aroused from such a sexual
display. Embarrassed by his reaction Eli tried to adjust himself and make
sure he wasn't obviously showing his own arousal, but it didn't help much
since he couldn't pry his gaze away from the pair.

        "So you're gay."

        That snapped Eli back into the realm of reality. "What?" He
exclaimed.

        "You are gay." She said in a matter-o-fact tone and to prove her
point she pointedly looked down at his groin at the obvious bulge.

        Eli couldn't say anything, he was too embarrassed plus he just had
someone point out something that he himself didn't know or realize. After a
lengthy, awkward silence Delilah decided to speak up.

        "There's nothing to be ashamed of Cutie, and I really could care
less if you wanted to fuck big burly men instead of sweet little girls like
me."

        Her voice sounded sincere, even though she was being playful.  Eli
knew too, that he was in a club that was very open towards all sexual
preferences, an example being the red-head and the prince practically
fucking each other on the dance floor. The thing that made Eli most
uncomfortable was the fact that he didn't know what his preference truly
was.

        "To tell you the truth, I don't know if I am gay or not." Eli spoke
quietly.

        Despite the music being so loud, Delilah heard him and
squealed. "An in-closet gay!!! Awe you're impossibly cuter than before!"

        Eli gave her a 'what the hell' look before bursting out
laughing. Her reaction was so unexpected that it caught him off guard and
he couldn't help but laugh and Delilah chimed in too with her charming
twitter. It felt good to laugh, especially when he had wound himself up so
much in just a simple question of his sexuality.

        After their little laughing fit, Delilah leaned in and pecked Eli
on the cheek. Eli smiled and decided he could confide in her a little
more. "So you think I'm gay and I don't know what to think. I like girls
and as for guys...well I've never been with one before. I don't have any
preference, save for maybe a decent personality and a good body, but I
guess nothing seems to hit my right buttons. I've seen both gay and
straight porn and neither of it really does the trick. Maybe I'm
defective..."

        "Honey, stop right there. Not another word, you hear me. You are
not defective," Delilah suddenly angrily scolded. Eli recoiled a little,
like a puppy that had been harshly corrected for doing something wrong.

         Noticing Eli's withdrawal, Delilah softened her voice, "Look, porn
is...well porn it's not about love or romance, it's about two people being
paid to fuck one another, it's not going to be everyone's cup of tea. Now
the reason why I believe you are gay is the fact that we've been sitting
here flirting for like...what?...an hour and no reaction. Five minutes
watching two dudes grind and you have a boner."

        "Yeah I see your point." Eli admitted but he still wasn't
sure. "You know though I was thinking about ways to ask you to go to a
hotel with me."

        She giggled then said, "You sure know how to charm a lady." She
paused before adding, "You know gay guys can have sex with women too. There
are hundreds of gay married men out there that would love to pounce on your
cute little ass. Like that," she snapped her fingers once, "Or you could be
bisexual. You just have to figure that out for yourself."

        "It's the figuring out part that's the hard part."

        "The 'harder' it is the more fun the 'figuring' out can be!" She
winked.

        "You've made your point again." Eli chuckled and out of curiosity
he glanced up at the dance floor and what met his eyes cut his laughter
short. Amber-red eyes peered across the room at him, freezing his breath in
his lungs and causing his blood to pound in his ears with its lack of
oxygen. Those eyes were the eyes of a hungry predator, and Eli's body
trembled, partially from fear but mostly from excitement.

        He was so absorbed by those consuming eyes that he didn't notice
Delilah trying to get his attention until he felt a hand slide up his
thigh, too close to his throbbing heat. Instinctually he caught the
offending hand with a surprised hiss and looked at Delilah and her amused
smirk.

        "That got your attention." she grinned a devilish grin. Taking her
hand back and then standing up from her stool, Delilah leaned close to
Eli's ear and whispered, "I'm about to do you a big favor. Just sit tight
and I'll be right back."

        She sauntered away, gracefully maneuvering through the crowd and to
the dance floor. Eli watched as she approached the Prince and his plethora
of dance partners and what surprised him was how everyone parted and gave
her space to approach. It was hard to see what exactly she was doing but as
soon as she started dirty dancing with him Eli wasn't sure what to
think...there was a little pang of hurt that Eli quickly ignored. He wasn't
going to let himself feel anything, especially jealousy, when he was unsure
yet of what his feelings actually were. When she sexily wrapped her arms
about his neck and pulled him down to her level, her mouth at his ear,
after a moment the Prince looked up briefly at Eli and smiled a sinfully
beautiful smile. Eli's heart skipped a beat and then it started pounding
rapidly.

        Almost as soon as she arrived, she left the Prince, and his flock
of followers returned to their places as she walked back over to Eli's
side, her hips swaying sexily. Eli knew then and there that she was a man
killer but strangely, he didn't feel anything but appreciation of her
beauty.

        "Alright cutie, we're gonna see about answering some of your
questions tonight." She reached down and picked up Eli's hand, tugging on
him to get him to follow.

        "What did you say to him?" Eli exclaimed, suddenly worried at what
Delilah had planned.

        "Oh nothing really, just asked for a favor...if you can call it
one." she giggled, knowing what awaited the cute, young man.

        Eli looked back on the dance floor and saw that the Prince had
disappeared, vanished once again. Something in his gut was telling him to
run but curiosity and being a little drunk allowed him to follow Delilah
out to the main entrance. She told him to go down to the end of the
building and wait in the alleyway and to not run away, no matter what he
heard or saw. Fear gripped his stomach but he just nodded and did what he
was told.

        Little did he know that he would be walking in on the Prince
fucking a very willing and eager partner senseless, the red-head that he
had been dancing with earlier. He wanted to run, or at least hide but
neither man seemed to be bothered by his presence and in the last couple of
hours of getting to know Delilah, he knew that she would probably drag his
sorry ass back to the alleyway and watch the sex scene with him if he
chickened out.

        He had gotten dangerously aroused at watching the two men fuck like
spring squirrels and when they finished and the Prince approached him,
helped him take care of his little 'issue', giving him one of the most
intense climax in his life, then asked him if 'that answered his question?'
and Eli freaked out with embarrassment fleeing the scene. He ran past
Delilah, who was standing guard at the front entrance and he saw her face
contort with worry but he couldn't stop to tell her that he was alright,
because he wasn't. His mind was racing, trying to comprehend what just
happened and what the hell were all these new feelings. Later that night
after he returned to his small apartment, he regretted running away like a
frightened child but he didn't know how he would have faced Delilah, nor
did he know how he supposed to act around the Prince after such an amazing
hand job.

        The thing that bothered him most was how strong his body had
reacted to the Prince's touch. Never before had he felt such an
all-consuming desire to be touched, held, possessed, and ultimately he
wanted to be fucked by that man. His mind slightly recoiled at the thought
and at the same time an excited shiver tickled his nerves. Even though he
had watched gay porn, it never clicked in his head that he would want to
have another guy fuck him, that is until that night and seeing how the
red-head was lost in a world of ecstasy, Eli realized wanted that too. To
be beneath that fiery heat, taking everything the Prince could give,
loosing himself in a world of pleasure he could only dream of.

        What worried him too, was he wasn't sure if that meant that he was
willing to be dominated by any guy or was it just the Prince? He had never
felt a strong attraction to any particular guy, or woman for that matter,
except for the Prince. What were these feelings? Lust was definitely one of
them but Eli couldn't help but feel there was more to it than just sexual
attraction.

        As of yet his question(s) remained unanswered, well somewhat
unanswered.

        A tap on his shoulder brought Eli out of his deep thoughts,
"Break's over, Williams,"a stern female voice that belonged to none other
than Eli's boss, Wendy McDougal, who was standing behind him,
announced. Her grey hair that matched the color of her pale, silver eyes
was tied back into a severe bun and her glasses perched at the end of her
long nose.  She wore a white blouse and a floor length denim skirt, and all
of her just oozed typical librarian aura. However her slight but strong
features, along with her stern attitude reminded him of his grandmother,
who had been a real ornery piece of work but a damned fine cook if Eli had
anything nice to say about her.  Even though most memories Eli had of her
were just social occasions and a couple school events, and he never got to
know her real well, he still missed her. But seeing Wendy (none of the
employees ever called her Ms. McDougal whereas she called everyone by their
last names) every day that he worked was like a bittersweet reminder of his
grandma.

        Eli stood and stretched his arms over his head. "Yes ma'am," he
complied with a yawn. He must have been partially napping and now instead
of feeling refreshed he was feeling like he wanted to hit the sack.

        "Oh don't be doing that Will.ah...umms."Wendy couldn't finish her
sentence because she started yawning too. "Oh dear. well go on and finish
up the next cart and I think you can leave early." That time she got her
sentence out before she had to yawn again.

        "'Kay, thanks Wendy." Eli said grabbing the cart nearest to the
door and headed out to reshelf some more books. He went out to the lobby;
it was in the middle of everything and today was a slow day so he wasn't
going to be anyone's the way, so when he looked at the books on the cart he
could plan out a route to get the job done faster.

        'Shit,' Eli mumbled in his head, he hadn't noticed he took the
romance novel cart. The cart was brimming with stories full of smut, smut,
and more smut. Eli wasn't sure why people liked reading crap like this; all
they are are the author's fantasies. Granted the stories sold well so there
must have been more to the stories than just sex.

        Eli shrugged in acceptance of his fate and headed over to the back
corner which was sectioned off, the entrance covered by a blue drape with a
paper sign that claimed 'Adults Only' which was a total joke. Ok Wendy was
completely dead serious about putting the drape and the sign up in order to
keep underage kids from walking in there and checking out a dirty
novel. Her plan totally back fired in her face because the little kids saw
the room as a new secret hiding place to play in while their mothers
perused through the library.

        Brushing the drape to the side he half pulled the cart in to the
room and half left it out in the open for people, primarily Wendy, to see
he was in there. It was empty which relieved him a little, it's pretty
embarrassing to have someone approach the cart wanting to browse through
the books and watch them flip to the middle to sample the smut, right there
practically in his face. He took a deep breath to focus his mind back on
work and started from the top in alphabetical order, praying he could
finish before someone came in.

        As luck would have it someone did enter the closed off area but Eli
was almost done, he had a couple more arm loads to go so he didn't bother
turning around to see who it was. He heard footsteps approach him but he
paid no mind, that is until he felt a presence of a larger body hovering
close behind him, close enough he could feel another's body heat tickle
across his back. Eli stiffened at the sight of a tanned, male hand reaching
above Eli's head to the top shelf, not grabbing a book in particular but
instead gripped the shelf bottom.

        "I found you." The man's voice rumbled with a victorious ring in
Eli's ear. That voice belonged to one person Eli had never thought he would
see so soon again and Eli startled, whipping around in place to see for
himself if his ears weren't deceiving him, dropping the books in his arms
to the floor. And when his eyes met those amused, rare golden-red colored
jewels, Eli's body shivered in delight while his mind clouded with panic.

        Glancing around, looking for an escape Eli saw none. He was trapped
between a rock and a hard body.  The prince clearly towered over him by a
good seven inches, the Prince stood at least 6' 5" and there was no way Eli
could fend him off since his body was not built for fighting.

        The Prince was dressed extremely casually, a grey hoody with the
university's blue and black logo detailed across his wide chest and he wore
loose fitting, dark denim jeans.  If it weren't for those eyes Eli wouldn't
have recognized him so quickly.

        Suddenly the Prince leaned in closer, and Eli plastered himself as
tightly as he could against the book shelf but even that wasn't enough. The
Prince lowered his gaze to eye level, still smiling a sinfully seductive
grin, his dark hair falling forward to frame that chiseled face.  Eli's
nose sucked in the seductive scent of the Prince's musky cologne, his head
started to spin, and his knees started to go weak.

        "So I have a question for you." the Prince started and grinned
wider at Eli's slight flinch upon hearing his voice. He moved closer
brushing past the side of Eli's face until he found he target. Blowing a
hot breath into Eli's ear, and suppressing a proud chuckle at the visible
shiver he caused, he whispered softly, "Why did you run away from me that
night?"