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Warnings: Smut. No, I don't find plot to be a necessity ~_^
The fact of the matter was that he needed money and he needed it *fast*.

He hated to get involved in such matters, hated it when accounts became drained to their last for whatever reason or were cut off by that damnable *man*. It ended, inevitably, either in the small private clubs of Kensington, or here.

'Here' was standing on a small dark side street off of Oxford Circus**, near the British Museum. He'd been dropped off at a pub by the third man of the night, and he was sore and disheveled, sadly in need of a bath. He could almost *smell* the lust and sweat and sex dripping off of him, but there wasn't time to do anything about that. He needed the money too much to take the time for that, and while the prices he could charge in that little area weren't nearly so high as the prices he could charge in Kensington, he could fit in more because none of them expected him to stay the entirety of the night.

"What have we here?"

Ahhh, that was the voice of interest and he turned, blue eyes lighting up with a smile as he saw the man so close by. Straight black hair that fell to his shoulders, dark green eyes, distinctly Germanic features that were beautiful, almost exotic when mingled with the sound of his voice. He looked almost like...

Well. It was best not to think on that, wasn't it?

"Just walking through," came the languid answer, a smile given in return, easily enough.

"Walking my way, perhaps?" came the question, the dark-haired creature moving forward, smiling down at him somewhat, that tilted bottle-verdant gaze sending pure shivers down his spine and making him sigh.

"Mmmm. If you like." That was patent agreement, yielding in its very nature, liquid and acquiescent, an almost pliant concordance. It was what men liked, at least, the sort of men he was trying to pick up: beauty and willingness. If one fought in bed, they occasionally liked that as well.

His agreement gained him a smile -- an expression that would never, *could* never, cross *that man's* face -- and a step was taken closer to him, the other man's hand coming up to lightly tilt his chin, green eyes meeting blue. "Really. I'd think you were an expensive companion. You *look* expensive..." Perhaps he did, dressed as he was in red silk, the strands almost glistening in the dark, so thin it was nearly translucent over pale skin and quite probably indecent. He didn't care, though, not tonight. Perhaps not any night, when he was so desperate to get to Germany, get to...

/It doesn't matter, even if he looks like him.../ "Sometimes. Tonight, I'm not so expensive as I look. Shall we?" he almost purred, eyes narrowing to glittering, beautiful things hidden beneath the thick fringe of his lashes.

"I've a hotel room just down the street. Would you like a drink?" That was more than an invitation, he knew; it was nearly a demand. He simply smiled in response, nodded, even when the man touched his arm, pulled him close to walk with him down the way. Something about that touch made him feel almost fragile; perhaps it was the resemblance, perhaps the fact that he needed comfort so badly, perhaps it was any of half a dozen things that he couldn't even lay his finger upon at the moment. One thing was certain; the offer of a drink was one he appreciated greatly after such a long and interesting night.

"I'd love that." The assent was late in being given but it didn't matter. They were already strolling down the block, the hand upon him caressing from shoulder to elbow in what was a distinctly sexual manner. "I'm partial to scotch," he admitted even as fingers lightly placed themselves on the bony point of a hip, caressing over the silk there with a touch that left him shivering with unexpected warmth. Was this, then, this resemblance.....? Was it....??

Breath came damply against his ear, heated in the chill of the spring air that had risen up as dark had settled in more firmly. "You can have whatever you like. Then, after..."

"Yes..." Yes. What else could he say but that? He needed the money too much to say anything else, needed to get to Germany...

They paused outside of the man's hotel, lamplight spilling around them as he lifted his face a scant inch, a slight smile tilting up the corners of a sweetly pink mouth for the other man to ravage, the touch of lips and teeth eating at him momentarily with an almost vicious touch. Hands ghosted over his flesh, bringing chill bumps to the surface of his skin, teasing at him. "Come inside. We'll go upstairs..."

No drink after all then.

"Yes..."

It turned out that the man had a small refrigerator in the room, typical of some hotels, and it held the promised drink. That had been a surprise, for the place had seemed a shabby one, unlikely to have such a convenience. Once the scotch was in his hand, though, the dark-haired man was already looking at him hungrily, possessively, and he knew what that meant. The liquor was knocked back in a quick motion, burning down his throat and into the pit of his belly to warm him there. Alcohol worked that way, sometimes -- left him warm and a little sweaty and almost trembling. He was grateful for it just then as fingers reached up, already parting small opalescent buttons, mother of pearl sliding easily enough through silk loopholes.

"Slow down," he was told, and he obeyed, dropping his head back so that the curls there seemed to shiver slightly even as he spread his legs, the shirt gaping open to reveal pale chest, the rosy color of rising nipples as his fingers brushed over them. "Nice..."

THAT was a word that almost offended him! Nice, indeed! It was much more than nice and he knew it, so the twist of his lips as he smirked seemed almost sarcastic when his fingers reached the last of the silk buttons and fell to equally soft trousers and the thin iridescent slivers holding them closed. "Well?"

"Get it off," the man growled, standing. God, it was more than just a physical resemblance and it made his pulse heat up, running faster through his veins as he shivered and began to further undress. He wore nothing beneath the soft red silk, and his 'companion' seemed at an end with his patience as he stepped forward, carelessly pulling off the slim creature's clothing and depositing the soft material on the floor. Just the touch of his hands was admonition, a portent of things to come. Their grasp was rough, the palms callused, and he could feel them already sliding over his own soft skin, pushing him farther up into the bed, still atop the covers. "Do you like to fuck?" The question was asked on a breath, the waft of accent thickening somehow exquisite as he shivered there, pushed up against the pillows.

"Yes..." It was a nearly silent whisper, followed quickly by a cheek-bruising slap.

"Do you like it rough?" the man growled, pressing down against him, erection jutting against throbbing flesh even as he reached up, rubbing slightly at the reddened cheek.

The answer was, somehow, inevitable. "Yes..." Yes, yes, yes. He liked to fuck. He liked it rough. He *needed* it rough, needed to be taken over for a while and not handled like a porcelain doll the way he had been earlier in the evening. He needed...

Another slap, this one across the other cheek, and the gleam of those green eyes seemed deliciously inevitable. It was the way things *were*, the way they would be, and the man was shifting over him, now, denim undone, jutting cock pressed to his face. "Suck it."

To be ordered, to be forced... "No!" He was one of *those*, then, the ones who liked it if you fought, and he felt like fighting, even when he was shaken almost violently and dropped back on the bed, blue eyes wide.

"I'll beat you," the trick growled, and he shivered. A beating...that would hurt, bruise, and then he wouldn't be presentable for the trip to Germany. No...

"All... all right, just don't hit my face again!" he got out, shivering. The man was stripping, revealing a body that was *definitely* worth looking at. Long legs, lean body line, broad shoulders were revealed -- beautiful. It wouldn't be so bad to do what he wanted, and the little smile that traced into blue eyes said much. He pulled himself up onto hands and knees, moving to the edge of the bed. "Come closer..." Once the length of him was in reach, it was easy to lean forward, to take the uncut head between tender pink lips and suckle. The man was clean, and that was saying much; one of the men before him had not been so well-bathed, and the taste of this one was infinitely better. That made it easier to reach forward, taking the heady weight into his mouth even as a hand caressed down the length of his spine and returned to tangle lightly in curls, teasingly moving with him along the extent of that delicious hardness.

"You're very good at this," his partner nearly purred, reaching beneath him to cup a nipple hardened from the forbidden nature of the contact between them. Even the sound of the man's voice was delicious to him and he groaned, shivering as fingers pinched firmly at perked flesh, teasing him. "You need fucking, don't you?" If he could have borne to take his mouth away, he would have agreed. He needed it the way that a thief could not help but steal by sheer dint of his nature. To be fucked thoroughly, used and left limp in the aftermath, nothing could be better than that! The fingers in his hair clenched, pulling him away and shoving him back onto the bed, and then the man was over him again, intent firm in those emerald eyes, purely meant. "I'm going to screw you to the bed."

God, he hadn't wanted anything so much in forever! As fingers delved past his own erection, ignoring it as they searched for the opening between rounded cheeks, he groaned helplessly, a trembling hand coming up to press over his eyes. He was sore, and when those digits invaded him, he cried out, arching upward. The fact that the man obviously had no fondness for lubricant made him a little glad of those other times -- he was still damp from semen and the slick stuff that had been used to ease the way before. "Beautiful..." It was a whisper, one meant as a compliment, and the roughness was tempered momentarily by the emotion that came with it. He was grateful for that even as he felt hands shifting him, opening him, and the man sliding between his legs. "Close your eyes."

He did, the light blue spark of them hidden behind lashes and lids, and in that moment, he was claimed. It hurt, burned from being used already so many times before, and he couldn't help but cry out, eyes flying open wide to look up at the man fairly spearing him to the bed. Damp lashes spilled over with tears as he whimpered and the man moved, leaning down to kiss them away, the taste of them good against his lips when his mouth was claimed. That made it easier, somehow, and his arms reached up, wrapping around the other man's neck as he began to move, a flex of hip and thigh, his own foot pressed to the mattress to make it better even as his other leg wrapped around the man's waist. "God..." It was a plea, a supplication that seemed to beg for more, his breath appearing to escape him as a particularly deep thrust brought a cry loose from somewhere immeasurable inside of him.

"'s good?" the man asked him, not expecting an answer. Instead, he kissed the sounds away from those lips, turning them a deep bruised red with pressure, wantonness displayed in every line of that slim, exquisite body as it unfolded beneath him.

"Y...es..." It was eked out, barely spoken between cries that were mingled pain and pleasure, and when a hand snuck between them, claiming his quivering erection in its grasp to tug at it, all thoughts of coherency were abandoned. From that moment, it was sex, pure and simple, heated and shuddering body contact. Thrust was followed by withdrawal, the impossible feel of it so *good*, and when he finally came it was an explosion that seemed to saturate the entirety of him, centered in his groin.

It seemed forever before he was coherent again, the smell of cigarette smoke in the room drawing his attention, making him open heavy-lidded eyes. "Whatever you cost, you were worth it," the man drawled, eyes lingering on his naked body as he rose, beginning to tug on the red silk clothing.

"Three hundred." It was a fairly high price, considering, but if the man could afford it... that would be the last he'd need to make it to Germany.

Hands worked into a pocket, pulling out a wallet, the required number of pounds dropped onto the bed before he pulled the cigarette from his lips, green eyes narrowing slightly. "I wouldn't mind seeing you again," he said suddenly. "Like this, or not."

"I'll be in Germany tomorrow. I'll probably be back in London in a month." It was an estimate, roughly given, only maybe meant.

The man rose, the taste of lips that were tinged with cigarette smoke meeting his own, tongue stealing into his mouth. "I'll see you then," he murmured, looking down into those blue eyes and James smiled at him, eyes narrowing slightly.

"Maybe." The money was gathered and he headed for the door. It was time to go to Germany. He had the money, despite the fact that Dorian had cut off all of the accounts to which he had access to keep him from following.

It was time to steal back his Earl from that damnable German Major!!


* Economic Resources. Sort of ~_^

** Information from a friend of mine who went to Oxford. If it's wrong, that's just too bad. ~_^ It's just smut. Get over it.

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