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Entry tags:	first work, helena, in my time of dying, nano, rated r, teenager, what i'd say

Section 6 (instalment 1)
Word count: 2 204

ooc: Warning: Underage sexual encounters implied / happening this whole section. Avoid if that issue is problematic. And no, I do not think it a good thing. Just writing out a story of a fictional character.


With sudden clarity Max knew what was going to follow. He didn't brace himself for it, that never worked and he knew it well; but he did know what was going to come next.

Temptation.

It was something he'd used; something he'd resisted; something he'd given in to, over, and over, and over again. Oh, no, he had no illusions. What was coming would be unlike anything that he'd ever experienced before. Just looking around him, as much as he could turn his head, was plenty enough to assure him of the fact.

And yet... temptation he knew.

He'd barely turned thirteen when she came and called out to him. Helena.

He'd been on the streets for almost three years now. Had his own group of kids to run with, who watched each other's back. Had his lessons to keep his days occupied, sheltered, his hungry mind fed with more and more information and exploring the world every way he could - in what others had done before him, in the expanding senses that the lessons let him have, in running and seeing things and hearing things for himself. Getting beat up. Getting away. Winning, occasionally, although he really preferred not to have to fight. If the chances were anywhere near even... he was tall for his age, and between training and self-... well, street-training, in good shape. And getting smarter about it. Getting smarter, period.

He had no doubts what she was from the moment she walked around the corner, dark curls casting out glimmers in the light of the setting sun, hips swaying gently as her leisurely steps took her closer. Chocolate skin, dark eyes that could look sultry even without trying and could positively capture even him... well, even his body's reaction when she was trying.

No, she wasn't other than human. At least he didn't think she was; they'd covered some of the basic creatures that he might encounter in the city. No, she was human, very much so - and beautiful. And each motion of hers was aimed at making sure that somebody would take pleasure. At watching her. At the promise she was giving.

She walked straight towards the small gaggle of kids (only one girl, but she was tough enough to make sure none of them would forget she was with them too!) and all the boys' mouths were hanging open before she'd crossed half the distance.

And her eyes were on Max. She came to them, and politely asked for him to join her for a few words. Whatever doubts he had by that point if it might not be the best of ideas to stand up and walk, the husky, melodic voice and the scent around her made sure that he didn't hesitate in obeying.At all.

Helena.

She offered him ... work. At her establishment. It made him wary, since he was aware what that was, and he knew he was too young, supposedly, for something like that. But oh she managed to get his curiosity to work for her.

She must have watched him for a while, or had people watch him. She knew too well some of the things that he was about. Not shying away from anything he could experience. Not wanting to miss on anything. She told him that what she could teach him, what he would learn there with her in the nights, few others could or would be willing to teach. What he could taste there, what he could feel... daytime lessons with an old Asian and running around in the streets till they could all get safely to the whatever hole they'd be spending the night at, would never measure up to. He could live a thousand years and not partake of what he'd know in months where she could take him, and that would only be the beginning.

And she did not just want anybody. She wanted somebody who was brave enough to experiment, but ... feeling, sensuous enough to appreciate and make others appreciate him. Somebody who could be young enough for those who craved a sin, but mature enough to make it worth their while.And somebody who looked like him, too.

A beautiful woman speaking beautiful words that he understood to a boy whose hormones were just starting to rage, making his body shoot up and his mind easier to work upon.

Temptation. Helena.

He'd have a home to go to, too. And money to get himself nice things. He'd be learning more, and being more than just trying to live through to the morning, day after day. If he even wanted, he could use the money to help his friends.
But all of that she promised only half-heard. Living harder, faster, more, more vividly... that is what her sweet words promised him. Not better, he'd given up the dream to live well when he ran away. But live more, that is what did win him over, slowly creeping over his imagination, soaking through him as her scent was getting into his clothes, into his hair. As the sight of her was soaking into his eyes, into his fancy.

He wanted... to do things. To please her. And he knew he didn't know what. And that embarrassed him, and whetted his curiosity more. To be able to give pleasure the way she did... that was something worth studying, too, he thought.

And he'd be learning from her. And that was... something he thought too delicious to pass up on. Not right then, not right her. She lived more than most, and he could tell, the vibrancy of her almost but not quite tingling, the sensation of her nearness part of him a little more with every step they walked together, more and more even without him having to look. But he did look. If she wanted him to work for her? And she didn't even try to lie, it would be work, no less. He then could feast his eyes on her as well.

He only went back to say good-bye to the rest of the group that had seen her approach; he didn't have all that much to pick up, as belongings. He followed her right then.

The lady of the night who took him in.

Helena.

She had a car, with a driver, waiting. Of course. She stood by the door and he stood looking at her for a moment, and then blinked and nodded and opened the door for her. Her lips twitched, but he was not rewarded with a smile (and how quickly had that turned into a reward to be withheld and hurt?) but then she had him come in with her, rather than at the front with the driver, and this close, her perfume was almost dizzyingly lovely. And even if she wasn't praising him with a smile, he was smiling back, grinning rather. A little bit happy, in a half-forgotten, sense-driven way that he'd not been in a very long time.

The trip was more or less crossing through the city until they reached a richer part. Not the very quiet parts where nothing ever happened. Nor the fashionable parts where clubs and food places tended to make him want so much that he couldn't have (and couldn't have had if he hadn't come here anyway, he knew, the rare times when he ever thought, let alone questioned, his far-away, as irrevocable now as it had been when he climbed into that bus. And tonight was making those thoughts positively unreal. All the world where she did not direct his attention, unreal). Those last did attract crowds ... of all types and sizes. Making it dangerous, in its way.

No, Max knew the city enough already to recognize where they did go. And to recognize that the location was far, far from random. In-between paying attention, of course.

Because she was using the time in the car to let him know about some things. What would be expected of him (and yes, even though he would not let it matter, that was... strange. A little scary, a little still... yucky. And a little confusing. And a lot fascinating) and what he was allowed to do (and he promptly didn't understand half of what she said about that, and within a few phrases was starting to ask questions, and when she gently said that he'd understand in time, started using what he'd learned about committing things to memory. And of course, committing her words, her voice, was a treat on its own that he took a moment to enjoy too, when her face was turned to look out the window and she was silent for a bit. And then she talked on. About little rules. She ... looked too young to know how to run it all so well, he even thought, but she was well aware of what she was doing. Perhaps she'd started as young as he was, or younger? Her employees seemed to be... protected, cared for - and he had no doubt that her customers were well pleased after each visit.

He sunk into the lush seat of the car, eyes fixed on her, and drunk up every word.

And even with all that, he didn't know what to expect. That night. He'd be allowed to leave as early in the morning as he wanted to, as early as he needed to be there for his lessons too. But tonight, he would be hers, and while he loved the idea of that, he didn't know what would come. And oh it was tempting.

What followed...

She did not enlighten him into the work he'd have to do, that night. Well, not into the heart of it. But she definitely went a long, long way to give him a fair taste of some of it.

There was a hot bath waiting for him. Scented hot bath. (He'd not had a real, actual bath for years now... even though when he could, he got showers, even if he'd had to beg for them. But a bath...)

Even more, she was there with him. No, not in the bathtub. While he was undressing, she disappeared and returned changed, and if she'd captured her attention in normal, street-friendly garb, this ensemble just took his breath out. He'd see her in it enough times, later, to remember it. Warm colors, browns and deep reds and fiery oranges, laced with thread-of-gold. A translucent, pale-colored shift with strange motifs along the hemline and sleeve edges and neckline-- and quite an impressive neckline, that. Diaphanous scarf of the size of, he thought, must be a blanket, but the way she used it, blanket was the last thing he thought of. It was a tool, he'd grow to learn, an instrument, and she knew how to play it to near perfection. A tinkling anklet. Her hair was still curling loose, but now it was drawn over one shoulder, and there was a golden (gold, he'd come to learn) head ornament that dangled a small droplet over the top of her wide forehead.

Max had stood frozen, naked, as erect as would have been embarrassing if it didn't definitely meet with her complete approval, and incapable of moving, or even thinking, until she motioned him to enter the the warm water.

She didn't bathe him.

Instead, she directed him into doing it himself.

No, not that. Bathing. Thoroughly, luxuriously, sensuously. As, she said, he'd need to treat his body, from now on.

By the end, he was hurting, excited as he couldn't believe he could get. She never touched him.

But before she left him on his own, for the night, she leaned and murmured in his ear, the motion revealing a little more in that cleavage, and her breath making the throbbing, impossible as he'd have thought that, even harder, that after she was gone, he was free to indulge. "Up and down over what hurts the worst."

And she was gone, the tinkle of the anklet suddenly missed as the heavy, padded door shut quietly.

He did exactly as she'd told him to. Even before he even looked around the room for the first time. Before he could look around.

Then he promptly showered again. And the scent of the soap alone was enough to get him almost as badly off as he had been when he first entered the bath.

Well, for one thing, the 'scary' part was terribly and completely forgotten. What she could give... he wanted.

And later, late enough, he crawled into the big, soft bed, curled under the covers scented only slightly differently from the bathing accessories, tired, warm, emptied out, and reveling into the feel of giving in to temptation.

He didn't think of feeling as cozy and comfortable as he never had since leaving home. He didn't think of having somebody to teach him AND take care of him, as he never had since his mom.

He only thought of one think.

Temptation.

Helena.

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