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A/n: The next installment in the 'An Odd Chance
Meeting' universe. This is my version when Ripper and
Ethan first meet. I hope you enjoy it and feel free to
drop a review in the little box :points to review box:
Keep an eye out for my next installment in this
universe. 'Seeing you again'.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. :Sighs: Though I wish
to heaven I did.
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Vulnerability. It practically hung in the air around
the young boy like cologne. That's what called
Ripper's attention to him. He had been hanging around
this club for weeks, enjoying life in the fast lane
and then three nights ago that boy had waltzed into
the club and now ripper couldn't get him out of his
mind. He had tried everything. Drugs of every kind,
every alcoholic beverage known to man. And he'd
screwed enough horny bints to last him 3 lifetimes. He
still wonderd about the boy, for that's what he looked
like. A young boy, hardly into his late teenage years.
So now here he was watching the boy dance again.
Waiting time was over, Ripper wanted him and he always
got what he wanted. He watched the object of his
attention walz off the floor, how the bloddy hell
could someone have vulnerablity ozzing off of them and
at hte same time seem so damn confident at the same
time?
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He was watching him. Ethan had been watched like
that long enough to know when it was happening. Out of
all the eyes he felt when he was on the dance floor
that man's eyes periced him the most. He never saw the
eyes themselves, he just felt them on him. At times he
felt as though they could see through him. Suddenly he
had a sense of someone comeing closer to him and he
felt those eyes again. Turning he eyes locked with
another's and he knew that it was him. The person that
had been watching him. He was older then ethan by
about 2 year,dressed in a tight white T-shrit,black
jeans and boots with a black leather jacket. "You've
been watching me." The words were out of his mouth
before he reliazed he was going to speak. The man in
front of him snorted. "Yeah. I have been." His voice
was casual,almost bored but ethan could sense an air
of excitement. This person in front of him was a
mystery and he liked it all ready
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"You've been watching me." That was the first thing
the boy in front of him said. So he had known. "Yeah.
I have been." had been his response trying to keep his
voice casual. It would do nothing to his reputaion if
he seem excited simply because he was finally speaking
with someone he was interested in. Even if it was
someone who was undoubtedly very sexy. Standing in
front of him in black leather pants and rumpled red
shrit with leather boots and a gold earring glimmering
in his right ear his very aura seemed to whisper
promises of sex and danger. Two things that ripper
loved so very much. "I'm ripper." He said as he looked
the younger male over. "Ethan" came the breezy reply.
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Ripper. His name was ripper. Obviously a nickname but
he was fine with a name of any kind. "Ethan" God was
the his voice sounding so breezy? How did he sound so
calm when he could feel this man looking him over?
"Ethan. Nice to meet you." Ethan had to swallow as
ripper got closer and he could catch a whiff of the
older man's scent. He smelled like sweat and weed and
spices. "You wanna get out of here...go someplace more
private." The word private came off of rippers tounge
sounding full of promise. He nodded. "Yes I do so
like...privacy" he said purringly knowing by the older
one's tone what he wanted. He barely had time to
register ripper moveing before he found himself
grabbed by the arm and being pulled to the exit.
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Ripper sat on the edge of the bed smoking a fag. That
had been bloody fantastic. He wathced ethan get
dressed. "That was bloody brillent." He said after
puffing out smoke and grounding the ciggerete into the
ashtry. "Yeah." ethan agreed as he finished buttoning
his shirt. "So. You go to the club often right?" The
question was out of rippers mouth before he knew it
was comeing. But after it was out he knew it was a
relevant one. He wanted to see ethan again. Wanted to
feel him again.
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"So. You go to the club often right?" ethan had frozen
at the question for a second but never the less nodded
"Yeah...almost every night."
"Maybe we'll see each other again 'ey?" ripper said as
he propped himself up on his elebows. "Yes. I suppose
we will."
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Ethan would never know how he sounded so
calm when his stomach was full of butterfiles. "Yeah.
That would be wicked. Be seeing you mate." Ethan
nodded and slipped out of the hotel room. But a smiles
played on the corner of his mouth as he heard those
last words again and again.
'Be seeing you'