Taken (Private for me and Angelic)
 

Name: Ethan Marker
Age: 23
Race: Human
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Facial hair: Goatee
Piercings: Small hoop in left ear
Tattoos: Dragon on back, Lamda on left pec
Occupation: Assassin/Kidnapper

Name: Tyler
Age: 18
Race: Fox
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Silver
Occupation: Waitress

Ethan entered the restaurant, and sat down.

He was on a mission to kidnap one of the waitors, who was the son of some rich media mogul.

Tyler hummed softly, and walked over, taking Ethan's order.

"Hey, did I tell you you're the most beautiful thing ever?" Ethan flirted.

The boy blushed, and giggled.
"You're pretty handsome yourself."

"Tell you what, why don't you meet me out back once your shift is over?" Ethan said with a wink.

"It can be over right now, if you want." he winked back.

"Perfect." Ethan replied, paying the bill, and following Tyler out back.

Tyler smiled, dressed in his waitress outfit. He smiled at the man, giggling.

"Alright. Get in the car." Ethan suddenly snarled when they were out back.

"I don't want to hurt you, but I've got a gun, so do what I say."

The boy went wide eyed, and whimpered, his ears flattening, tail between his legs.
"Please sir, don't kill me... I'll... I'll do anything!" he whimpered.

Ethan lead Tyler into his van, and drove him to a nearby Motel. He took Tyler out of the van, and lead him to the room.

Tyler sniffled, and whined quietly, afraid for his life.

"Good god. Spoiled rich kids like you make me sick." Ethan snarled.

"I work as a waitress to earn spending money! How the fuck am I spoiled?" he growled softly.

"Your dad's the richest man in the city? Hello? Why the fuck do you need spending money?"

"Because he taught me from a young age to earn my way. He's a good man... And he loves me enough to not spoil me. He loves me enough to not throw me on the streets for being a crossdresser, or for being gay." he sighed, wiping his tears.

"Really. How cute." Ethan said sarcastically. "Well, I hope he cares enough about you to pay up."

"He does. I know it." the boy sighed, sitting down. He was a pretty young thing.

"That's good." Ethan replied. He lay back on the bed. "Oh, christ..."

The boy was quiet for a while, before he decided to strike up a conversation.
"Why do this? There has to be other ways to make money..." he said softly.

"Not really. Not for me, anyway." Ethan replied.

"I'm sure there is." he said, crawling over to him, and looking at him.
"My dad could use somebody so big and strong, for instance."

"Are you flirting with me?" Ethan chuckled.

"...Maybe?" he admitted with a blush.

"Wow... Well... thanks, I guess."

"You are very handsome. If you hadn't kidnapped me, we'd probably be on a date right now." he said softly, reaching to hold the man's hand.

"Thanks. So... You wouldn't mind if I took my shirt off?"

"Not at all..." he said, blushing cutely.
"Well... One condition. I want to hug you, and be friends. You seem like a nice enough guy on the inside."

"Sure... Christ, it's hot in here." Ethan replied, removing his shirt.

Tyler blushed, and hugged the shirtless male.
"My name's Tyler."

"I know that. I know everything about you."

"And I know nothing about you..." he said softly, laying his head on Ethan's chest.

"I know. And I'd like to keep it that way."

"I wouldn't. We're friends now, remember?" he said, looking at him with sad eyes.

"Yeah... I suppose you're right."

"How about this... You tell me all about yourself, and I'll lose this waitress outfit." he offered, still crushing on the man a little.

"Ok... What do you want to know?"

"Everything. I want to really know you." he said, nuzzling his chest.