Chapter 11

Dan wiped his lips and stood up, shaking legs. "Pervert creep!" He greeted his teeth, walked away.

He's heartbeat fast and he's breathing heavily as he walks.

A pair of arms suddenly wrap around Dan's waist, someone embracing him from behind. Warren pulls him backward against him, forcing Dan to lean back against his chest, his eyes widening in surprise. The body behind him feels tall and strong, whoever this is clearly taking up his whole back side. Warren has buried his face into the back of Dan's neck, breathing warmly against his skin. 

"I'm sorry, please don't leave me." Warren said, muffled. He nuzzled Dan's neck.

"Let go of me!" He shouted angrily, making himself loose at Warren's grip. 

Despite his angered response, Warren only grips tighter in response, refusing to let go as he continues to bury his face against Dan's neck. His breath is warm and moist against Dan's skin as he speaks, voice low and muffled.

"I'm sorry," he repeats, the words slightly slurred against Dan's neck. He rubs his face against the skin there, nuzzling his cheek against him. "Please, don't go…"

Dan's heart is still pounding as he tries to free himself from Warren's grasp, but the taller man's grip remains strong, holding him firmly against his body. The heat of his breath against Dan's neck sends a shiver down.

"Damnit, let go of me!" He snaps, struggling in vain.

With Dan's struggles, Warren holds on tighter, refusing to let go, his grip like a vice around Dan's waist. His body is hot and muscular against Dan's back, the warmth of his chest pressed firmly against him, his face still buried in the crook of his neck, their bodies practically molded together.

Warren's breath is ragged and heavy against his skin as he speaks, his voice low and desperate. "Please," he repeats pleadingly. "I'm sorry. Just... don't leave me."

Dan stopped himself from struggling and let out a deep sigh.

Letting Warren hug him. "Pervert creep." He mumbled.

They both stand in silence, only hearing eachothers breath and heartbeat.

Warren's hug tightened. His tight hug saying 'don't go, I'm begging you.' He nuzzled his nose at Dan's neck sniffing his scent.

Dan on the other hand shakes, there's something inside of him that feels something off about this. The only thing he knows is anger? And fear. Fear that Warren will harass him just like those humans, who make him dirty.

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6:05 p.m.

Walking on the street on the way to the bar. Dan grips at his backpack as he walks annoyed that Warren comes with him.

"Why did you pick that work?" Warren asked, sounding like a curious kid.

 Dan didn't answer. He didn't know why he let Warren go with him after what happened earlier.

"Are you going to keep ignoring me?" Warren pouted.

"Ugh!" Dan groaned and scratched his head. He hates it when Warren does this."Can you stop acting like that, creep!" He grumbled and walked fast.

Warren chuckled as Dan quickened his pace, clearly trying to avoid him. As they continued to walk together, he couldn't help but feel amusement . He watched as Dan's shoulders tensed and his breathing became a little rapid.

Warren's heart raced with anticipation and excitement, his thoughts racing with the possibilities of what could happen next. Suddenly remembering what happened earlier he couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction at Dan's reaction to his actions from the earlier He relished the feeling of Dan's lithe body in his arms, the way his heart pounded against his chest before. Warren wanted to be closer to Dan, to feel his warmth and his scent. To him. He wanted Dan even more.

Dan stops from walking, making Warren unexpectedly stop daydreaming.

Warren looked we're they stopped and he saw a bar. He's really working here…

Dan touched the door and pushed it, entering the bar. Warren followed him from the back.

Without all of a sudden Marcus stood In front of them and looked at Warren in shock.

 Warren gave a cold stare at Marcus, making him look away, sweating.

Unexpectedly Marcus bowed at a 15° degree angle. Then stand straight. 

Meanwhile Dan is curious what's going on. He looked back and forth at Warren and Marcus.

"Good evening, sir. Would you like me to prepare a V.I.P. section?" Marcus asked, looking at Warren.

'What the heck?!!!! Is going on?!!!'

Dan interrupted by clearing his throat. "Sir, he's my… f-friend. He's here just to see where I'm working…" 

Warren extended his hand. "Hi, I'm Warren Anderson. Nice to meet you." He says, politely but his eyes say otherwise.

Marcus extended his hand and gave Warren a hand shake. "Nice to meet you as well Mr. Warren. I'm Marcus…" He let go.

Warren then wiped his hands to his clothes. Dan noticed it but didn't say anything, he looked at Marcus who's still standing. "Sir, I'll do my work now and I'll take care of my…fr-friend."

Marcus nodded and walked away.

Dan sighs and looks at Warren that has been staring at him. "Are you happy now? You know where I work." He rumbled.

Warren chuckled, stretched his hand and ruffled Dan's hair. Dan's eyes widened. "Hey! What are you doing?!"

"petting you." Warren replied. Dan backed away immediately. "I'm not a pet." Warren chuckled again. Dan had enough of this, he then grabbed Warren's arm and pulled him out of the bar. As they both got out of the bar. He let go of him and entered the bar. "Don't you dare get inside here, creep!"

He then walked away from the door and did his job.

Warren on the other hand, he ran his hand through his hair and smirked. 

 . . .

Dan gets home after the tiring day he is about to open the door but then he sees his doorknob. Someone is trying to enter his house. 'Who the hell is trying to enter my house?! And why?'Dan mumbled to himself, feeling anxious and fear as he observed the doorknob.

Dan slowly opened the door, unsure of what he might find on the other side. As he cracked the door open, he saw a small box. Dan's grip on the doorknob tightened, still unsure of how to react. 'Why would someone enter my house and leave a box?' He entered the house and looked around. Dan was about to reach the box when suddenly he heard a bump noise, he paused and looked at where the sound came from. It's coming from the cabinet. He slowly walked towards it, grabbed the handle.