Title: Do I Look Gay?

Author/pseudonym: Kirana

Fandom: Witchblade

Rating: PG

Pairing: Jake/

Status: New/Complete, but possibly to be reworked some time in the future.

Archive: In WWOMB and my site, all others ask.

Feedback: Is a very good thing.

Series/Sequel: No

Disclaimers: Not mine, but wouldn�t I be happy if they were. Don�t bother to sue me I�m down to my last five bucks.

Notes: This is the first fic I�ve posted anywhere but my site so please be nice. I wrote this in the middle of the night so if it seems odd it is. In fact I think it�s a rather funny story. All mistakes are mine.

Summary: In which Jake gets stalked, and finds out something about himself, but won�t admit it.

Warnings: First time, a touch of none consensual, and some spoilers for Diplopia.

Do I Look Gay
by Kirana

Just because I went in a gay bar does not mean I�m gay, kissing my female partner who was dressed as a guy at the time and liking it doesn�t make me gay . For some reason that
freaky guy with all the look a likes didn�t believe me.

Did I deny it too much, or is there something about my appearance that somehow screams gay?

Sure the weird guy and his look a likes are all dead now, I don�t have to worry about any of them any more.

Now I�ve got a different guy after me. I�ve seen him before, mainly because he was stalking Pez.

Unfortunately for me it now appears that it is me he�s stalking.

At lest once a day I caught a glimpse of him, in his long dark coat, out of the corner of my eye, but when I turned towards him fully he was always gone.

For awhile I didn�t think too much of it because when ever I saw him I was with Pez. Then I started seeing him when I was by myself. I tried to convince myself I was just imagining it.

Then right when I�d finally managed to convince myself of that lie, I started getting phone calls.

More specifically messages on my answering machine. At first it was just breathing no voice, not that I knew what his voice sounded like anyway. Besides it wasn�t like I�d be so lucky as to have two stalkers at the same time.

Then he started actually talking in the messages, telling me how nice I�d looked that day or that the shirt I�d been wearing that day really brought out the color of my eyes.

It was really starting to freak me out, I tried to change the way I dressed, the way I acted, I went out of my way to flirt with any reasonably attractive female I came into contact with. Anything to not look gay.

After several days of me flirting with everything female the phone calls got fewer and fewer and I stopped seeing him so often, then a week or so later he wasn�t bothering me at all.

I thought it was over, I was so wrong.

Late one night as I was laying on my couch watching cartoons. Then my phone rang. I answered figuring that if someone was calling me at that time of night it was probably work related.

Wong, it was him. He wanted to know why I was rebuffing his advances. I told him to go to hell, I didn�t like guys, then hung up. As I did I heard him laugh.

The phone rang again I didn�t pick up, the answering machine got it, it was him, he wanted to know why I hung up on him, why I wouldn�t acknowledge the truth.

He kept calling over and over again leaving the same type of message.

I gave up on watching TV turned the ringer off on my phone and went to bed.

I woke up awhile latter to the sound of my front door banging open. I snagged my gun from out of its holster and sneaked out of my room.

It was him and he saw me instantly. I was grabbed and slammed against the wall, then he proceeded to try to kiss me senseless. I tried to get away but my struggles didn�t even faze him.

When he pulled back he looked at me with a maniacal gleam in his eyes and asked me if I�d liked that.

I told him to leave me alone and get out of my house, I wasn�t interested, and I wasn�t gay.

He just kind of chuckled and told me to think about it. Then he released me and was gone in a swirl of black before I had a chance to react. So I just tried to get my door to close and went back to bed.

When I got back to sleep my dreams were filled with mysterious men in long black coats who had a tendency to pin me to walls and kiss me.

Needless to say I woke tired and more than a little confused. I wasn�t gay, I couldn�t be gay.

The phone calls started again that day and I continued to ignore them, Then they�d stop for awhile, then he�d pay me another visit that basically would go the same way.

And so the pattern continued, and I somehow ended up in a twisted relationship with a decidedly odd and scary guy, but I�m not gay!

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So what do you think? Should I write more or leave the fic writing to other people?
Kirana