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Oleander nodded a bit with a small smile pulling at the side of his lips. His eyes seemed to flicker a bit as his mind slowly trailed back to their younger years together. He missed those days were they used to kick back up on the docks showing off their artistic abilities and bullshitting throughout the day. He loved those days, sometimes he questioned exactly why he was so willing to give them up.

He frowned a bit as his mind trailed even further and he silently played his second hand as his thoughts seemed to flow freely throughout his mind. He wasn't sure if it was displaying on his face but he was sure that he was staring off blankly in to space.

Why did he leave so suddenly? Sure, things were bad but he left behind one of his bed friends and unlike everyone else he was still here for him. What did he accomplish by leaving him behind? Really? What was the point in his.

Being stuck in this thoughts he didn't reply, just nodded hazily as he began click his spoon against the bottom of his bowl lazily. "You should play for me." He said with a nod as the smile on his face reveled the dimple in his face. "Like, after this game. For old time sake eh?
 
Luca took his turn, watching as Olli seemed to space out. He stayed quiet, leaving him to his thoughts as Olli quietly played his turn. "Play? I suppose I could... I might be a bit rusty though." He said, running his fingers back through his hair. "While I play, you should draw for me." He countered with a small smile, similar memories brushing at his conscious. His life had been so different back then, he almost felt like the memories weren't his. More like they were stolen or taboo, things he shouldn't have, but couldn't bare to part with.

"You know, the paint job on my guitar is peeling, it could use a new design..." He said thoughtfully, "I think I have some paints somewhere too, though maybe not as many colors as you'd like, it should be enough... Up for it?"
 
Olli nodded a bit as he pulled himself back in to the conversation. He hadn't really heard what the other had said but still he settled with a small smile "Sure. I don't see why not, I haven't really drawn in a while but I'm sure I can come up with something that will jazz up that beat up thing. Is that the same guitar you had back in high school?" He looked over to the stand it was perched on over in the corner. "You've had that thing for ages."

OOC: Sorry for the huge delay.
 
"I'm sure you've still got it." He said with a small smile. "I think I've got some paper around, maybe I can play for you while you come up with some ideas? It'll be like old times... I wouldn't mind things being that way again." He said, sounding a bit distant.

A few weeks flew by much the same, and the more time he spent with Olli the more he saw how much his old friend had changed- and how much he'd stayed the same. Luca made a point of coming in much more quietly when he got home from work, and he avoided mentioning it at all around Olli for fear he'd run off again- that, and out of worry that it would lead to the topic they'd been avoiding for weeks.

By now though, it was getting to the point where Olli was well enough, and Luca wasn't wealthy enough to keep supporting him. He knew it would only be a matter of time before something gave and things would have to change.

He headed down the hall in his pajama pants, hair a mess of red that looked like it had never seen a comb, and eyes a bit bleary from sleep. He glanced over at his roomate, eyes wandering over his bare legs, the strip of his lower back that was visible where his shirt had slid up, and the nice curve of his ass that the boxers hid from view. There was no doubt he'd be good... er... Luca had to realign that train of thought- he'd do well at the club. He moved over to the folded out bed, sitting lightly on the edge... He had to wonder how Olli had managed on the streets for so long... When starvation had threatened him, Luca had taken a strangers offer with little thought and no hesitation. "Hey, wake up." He said, nudging Olli's shoulder. "Come on, give me a hand with breakfast." He said with a poke to the ribs.
 
Olli's eyes amber eyes softened warmly as Luca relived that they were on the same thought patterns. It was comforting to know that he too missed their past together and perhaps in time they could get back to something similar to the old times. With a comfortable sigh Ollie smile and reclined in to his seat and allowed his body to relax as he continued to play their game of cards.

It didn't take long for Oleander to recover from his sickness seeing as his basic needs were now being met with the help of his friend. He had put on quite a bit of weight about 10 pounds in total which helped his figure tremendously seeing as he no longer looked so horrible sick. He still couldn't shake the feeling of being tired and his skin was still horribly discolored but most people found that to feed in to his good looks. Like a doll or something of that matter.

But, now that he had gotten better there was still the question of how Oleander was going to support himself in the situation. Generally speaking, with homelessness a criminal record soon followed. He never racked up anything too sever, mainly petty theft as a younger in order to keep from starving and trespassing charges, a few DUI's from his teen years but all of this never really looks all to great on resume. He had tried to work before but he could never really land anything that kept him out of trouble for too long.

He didn't have many options really but he knew that Luca couldn't keep supporting his ass. It wasn't fair to really expect it of him either...

Olli's ears rose as he heard Luca coming down the hall way and he quickly snapped his eyes shut in, promptly playing possum. He didn't know why he did this but it kinda seemed like the right thing to do seeing as he had been laying there motionlessly for a good 3 hours thinking about the different options he had. There wasn't much he could do about the situation and as time ticked by he came closer and closer to accepting the fact that he would, eventually, be working in that godforsaken whore house in order to keep from living on the streets again. He layer there motionlessly waiting for Luca to say something when he didn't his body unconsciously stiffened.

He could feel his eyes on him, and yet, he wasn't quite sure if he was looking at him at all. Part of him wanted to peer back at him but at the same time he didn't want to ruin his facade of the death possum laying on the bed. So he remained still, now sure of the eyes boring in to his back. It wasn't until he felt the hand on his shoulder did he stir, less groggy then he usually was when first woke up, he moved away from the hand poking at his sides with a bit of a giggle and batted the hand way. "Stop tickling me." he demanded before turning and burring his face under his pillow. He was ignoring the uncomfortable feeling that lingered in his stomach of his friend staring at his body as he slept. How often did he do that? "What a fuckin creeper." he jested to himself shaking the thought from his head. " He was making to much out of it he was sure.
 
Watching Olli 'wake up' made him wonder if he'd actually been asleep at all, but he wasn't certain enough to bother asking. "Then get up and help me cook." He said in a half wine as he gave Olli's ribs another few pokes, trying to get him out of bed- even if it was by means of rolling off onto the floor laughing.

He finally got up, stretching his arms high above his head, his back giving a few pops before he relaxed and headed to the kitchen. "I think we're stuck with pancakes again, I haven't been to the store." He said as he pulled out the mix, looking at it distastefully. "I think I have chocolate chips I can add though." He said in a childish tone, almost like he was asking Olli for permission to add them.

He started mixing the batter, glancing back at Olli, "Wanna see if we have anything in the way of meat? I think we might have some eggs left. I might have to make a run to the store today." He turned back to the batter, still mixing even though it was plenty done. "It's not cheap you know..." He said carefully. "Groceries... electricity... water..." He set the bowl down and pulled out a frying pan. "We've been putting it off, but... I can't afford to keep supporting you." He said, his back to Olli the entire time. He knew it wasn't a topic either of them wanted to think about, but... it was time.

He heated the pan, pouring batter in the pan. Part of him wanted to turn, wanted to see what sort of expression Olli would make, wanted to insist he only had one option and it was time he took it- but... He couldn't do it. If he face Olli it would turn from just talk to confrontation, from confrontation to accusation... and that wasn't what he was trying to do. The worry weighed in his tone, he knew Olli would hear it. He didn't want to see Olli brought into the same shit he'd been dealing with, but something inside him almost did. It was cruel, sadistic even, and he wasn't entirely aware that part of him was there, but it nagged at the corner of his mind, promising him he wasn't the only one that broke under pressure.

"They're hiring you know."

The words were hollow. He'd barely said them loud enough to be heard, but they seemed to echo through the tiny kitchen, filling the air with a tense feeling. He held his breath, waiting for a response, and hoping for resigned agreement... and at the same time, dreading it.
 
It was like the other could read his mind sometimes, some would consider that to be a good thing but at the same time, at moments like this... he wished the other would just get the fuck out of his head. He grumbled a bit a he tucked further away in to his bed as if to ignore the situation for a moment longer. But as the situation thickened Oleander felt it hard to actually keep his spot on the bed any longer. He pushed himself off the bed with a grumble and with a stretch and started to pack away his blankets.

Nonchalantly he made his way around the living area picking up after himself. He did not look to Luca nor did he want to be looked at by him. They both knew this conversation was going to be had but he would be damned if he would take part in it himself. No, he would much rather pretended that nothing was wrong and allow the other man to speak agreeing only when necessary. He had planned it this way for a while now, that was the plan he was going to stick to and avoiding eye contact made it a lot easier.

There was a slight cringe at the hollow sound of the job offering. He found himself starting at the wall standing on the other side of the room, his back completely turned to the other man as silence fell between them. Yeah... he was going to do it. He had to survive right? Had to do something or he'd end up with out a friend in the world freezing in the streets. "I assume that's your way of saying you spoke to your boss eh." He said in a taunting way as he stretched his neck to peer over at Luca. "Sure. Why not? Tonight or... what?" He had spent the last few weeks preparing for this exact conversation. He had forced himself not to feel anything about this at all. He had weighed his options and tested all possible ways out and this seemed like the best and so he didn't care anymore... not about this anyway.

He stood frozen for a long moment before he turned and walked up to the counter next to Luca. With a small sigh he peered up at him for a moment and he smiled up at Luca, revealing that dimple on the side of his face. "Business is business right?" He said with a shrug before looking down in to the man. "We have some eggs. You want I should get them out."
 
Luca was surprised that the conversation went so easily, but he shook his head at the question, "Not exactly... I fished around a bit, that's all. He doesn't know anything about you." He said, feeling a bit uneasy at how smoothly Olli was taking it without really understanding why. He had also expected Olli to try and put it off, so when he suggested that night, Luca agreed almost as if just to challenge his certainty. "Yeah, tonight. The boss will be in, just come to work with me, he'll talk to you about the job, and you'll probably start tomorrow." He said, the certainty in his words making the situation all too real.

"Yeah, would you?" He said, gesturing vaguely to the refrigerator. Maybe that was the problem... they were having this talk over pancakes and eggs, maybe Olli just hadn't taken it in yet... maybe he would back out. Maybe he'd find another way... Again, part of him was hopeful, but that small creeping thought in the back of his mid recoiled at the thought. He flipped the pancake out onto a plate and started the next one.

"If I take you with me tonight though," That recoiled bit was instantly silenced and his tone was suddenly stern as he turned to face Olli, "you have to be fucking careful. If you do well, this place will do anything to keep you there. They don't want you to succeed and move on. Most of the people working there are so stuck on drugs they can't leave. It's the main way they work, they'll offer you the needle or the pills, then sell them to you, and by the time you realize what's happening, you're spending every paycheck on your next fix." He moved the pan off the stove before it could burn. "You have to promise me you won't let yourself fall into that shit."
 
Olli's smile did not falter as Luca agreed. He would go to work with him that night and he would get involved with a situation he had long ago pledged never to involved in. But, Luca was right, people do things they normally wouldn't be involved in in order to survive. This was survival right? Sacrificing one standard of living in order to keep your self alive. During his time on the streets Oleander had learned that there was a huge difference between being Alive and Living. Being alive was actually living to the point you felt things out side of the every day numbness of life living consisted of going through the motions of being alive with out actually feeling as though you were alive. Luca had stopped being Alive and started living a long while ago, he was just good at hiding that fact.

Luca's words fell deaf on Oleanders ears. It's not that he didn't hear what the other man was saying it was just that he didn't care. He had been clean for a years, he sure as shit wasn't going to go back in to that world for the sake of escaping his problems. He had learned that lesson already. He didn't need a refreshing course. Glancing out of the side of his eye to Luca in a "fuck off" sort of way he stepped away from the counter and headed to the fridge to retrieve the eggs. "Do I have to get dolled up or anything? I'm not dressing in drag." He said firmly, completely ignoring Luca's previous statement.
 
Luca went back to cooking, "Don't just brush it off Olli, I'm just trying to warn you. They're very... persuasive about it." He said as he flipped each newly cooked pancake onto the plate. Distracted by what they were talking about, and having made too much batter, he ended up with a stack that was probably more than either of them would eat.

He started on the eggs, turning the oven on to keep the pancakes warm, "Want to grab the syrup and butter and whatever else and get some plates? These'll be done soon." he said as he carefully flipped the eggs without breaking the yolks. "You shouldn't exactly dress up,more like... dress down. The more skin you have showing the better. I can loan you something if you want." He offered, "I bet you'd look great in some of the costumes... maybe the school boy one... I'd offer you the cop one, but someone requested that for me tonight."

Part of him was just giving Olli a hard time, but part of him was still trying to make Olli realize what he was getting into. "We can worry about that later tonight."
 
Oleander's eyes quickly dulled as Luca pushed the subject of being weary of the drug usage in the club. His jaw tightened as he was waned again and with this he slammed the fridge and glared over to Luca. "Listen." He said harshly. "Just because I stepping in to new territory here doesn't mean I'm going to fall in to the same fucking whole I just crawled out of. I'm not going to get involved with anything that is going to keep me from getting out of here alright? I've been down that road and I spent two years sticking a needle in my arm and it took me 6 Months to get clean... I'm not going to fall back in to it." He somewhat tossed the eggs on to the counter top and took a seat at the table.

With a brooding glare he stared off at the floor at Luca's feet and did his best to ignore the situation completely once again. Oleander's ears perked back in to the situation as Luca brought up the question of his costuming. "I'm not wearing a dress."
 
Luca let the topic drop, but he looked reassured all the same. He finished cooking and moved the plates of food to the table, grabbing a few other things before taking his seat as well. He grinned at the mention of a dress as he dropped a stack of pancaked on Oleander's plate before dishing his own. "Are you sureee?" He cooed, "You'd look amazing in a nurse outfit- I have one that would probably fit perfectly-" He teased with a broad grin, "We'll pair it with a pair of white thigh highs and some heeled shoes- and don't forget the cute little nurse hat." He dished himself some eggs before adding with a sly grin, "Definitely red panties."

He half expected to get a pancake to the face, but it would be so worth it. "You can go through my closet, all my outfits for the club are in the back. You're smaller than I am, but a belt should fix that. You should skip out on a shirt though, you shouldn't hide all those tattoos."
 
Oleander eyed the pancakes dully as they were laid on the plate before him. He let out a grown finding them to be kinda sickening to look at. He had grown horribly sick of pancakes and eggs over the last few weeks. They seemed to eat them every day lately and the very smell of them just seemed to turn his stomach. But, it was by all means, better then having nothing to eat at all. Perhaps with him working now they could afford to get a verity of food in the house?

He looked over his plate and glared at Luca as he began taunting him about the costuming. "Don't push your luck Luca. I'll whip your ass." He said with a smirk. He let out a small sigh and began pushing the food around on his plate Luca began to speak of the different choices he had. He frowned a bit as his tattoos were brought up. "Really?" He asked as he stretched his neck around as if to look over the sprawl on his back. "I figured that might be a bit of a problem." He leaned back in his chair and began to think over what he wanted to ware. "What do you think you can like... help me pick something out or something? I don't exactly know what is acceptable." He said almost shyly as he looked off to the side in a failed attempt to hide his embarrassment.
 
"I know that look..." He said with an apologetic smile, "I can almost hear your brainwaves going, 'Pancakes? Again?'" He said with a small laugh. "Once we're working with more than one income you'll never have to see another pancake again, promise." He said with a stretch, "In fact, your first paycheck should be celebrated with steak."

He rose an eyebrow at the threat, "The only way that's happening is if you pay me to let you." He said with a grin, the dark humor of his work showing up more now that he wasn't trying to much to hide what he was doing from Olli. "But yeah, the tattoos, they're not exactly a bonus, but if you've got them, you'd do best to make the most of them. Show them off, your confidence will attract people if the tattoos alone don't." He seemed to hesitate, inspecting his pancake as if it was holding some sort of secret. It was bothering him, the thought of someone else being able to buy Oleander- and that he'd dragged his friend onto this... but then, he reminded himself it wasn't like either of them had other options...

He seemed to snap out of it when Olli started speaking again, and he couldn't help but forget about the uneasy thoughts when Oleander showed him that expression. "Of course- you'd look good in just about anything, we just need to find something that fits. We'll worry about that later tonight though. You'll need to make sure you're showered and clean- you might want to ah.. shave... and stuff..." He said awkwardly. "You're selling your body-" He stated, a bit more frankly than he liked, "so it needs to be as appealing as possible. You might want to mess around with make up too, I can show you how to wear it, though I don't usually mess with it much. A little eyeliner now and then, but that's about it."
 
Oleander let out a begrudging sigh as he was given institutions on how to clean up. He nodded a bit as he began to picket his food and he smirked a bit at the proposition of steak for a celebratory meal. Why on earth would the celibate? Really? He pushed the somber thoughts aside as the conversation went on and before he knew it they were cleaning the table to get ready for the day. It wasn't long before he found himself setting nervously on Luca's bed staring blankly at the wall as he tried to once again suppress his on going nervousness concerning his new career choice.

He took in a slow breath as he ran his fingers up his newly shaven legs finding the smooth sensation of his fingers gliding across his chilled limbs to be unnerving. When primped like this he felt a bit to feminine for his comfort. But, in all reality, the more polished he could be the more jobs he could pull in a night. Right? That's how this kind of thing worked, if he could be pretty then he would make money. And if he could make money then he could stay a live.

He slicked a few times as he pulled himself out of his thoughts and looked over to Luca. "So, what am I going to wear?" He said with a quarter of his usual spirit. As time went by he found himself second guessing this choice more and more. There was no way in hell he was going to back out now but still his resolve slowly weakened with the passing of each moment and now he was scared. Not horrified or meek but scared of what he would turn to if this didn't work out.
 
By the time they were settled Luca had cleaned up as well and seemed perfectly comfortable standing there in nothing but a towel tied at his waist as he rummaged through a drawer, searching for something. He pulled out a torn open package, a three pack of patterned thongs, only one missing. "Here, you can have one of these, they're new-" He said, trying to be considerate but having a feeling the skimpy underwear wouldn't sit well with the other. "And..." He pulled out a similar garment in leather for himself before moving to the closet.

"Here... how about this... wait..." He flipped through hangers, looking over outfits, pulling his cop outfit out as he passed it. He hesitated on the nurse outfit, but passed it by. He didn't want Olli to back out. "Here, this should do... and these..." He pulled out a pair of shredded jeans and hightops and tossed them on the bed, followed by a sweatshirt. "Take the jacket off when you get there." He said as he stepped into the closet and pulled the door shut long enough to pull on the thong and short shorts without giving Oleander a show. He pushed the door open again as he pulled on the vest, and moved to the bed with his lace up boots. He took a seat next to Olli as he pulled up a pair of knee high fishnets, followed by the boots, lacing each and tying them tightly before pulling the hat on.

He glanced over at Oleander, wondering if he'd get a disgusted look in return. "Hey, it's a living, right?" He pointed out with a charming grin that seemed far too 'in character' as he spun his handcuffs on one finger.
 
Oleander frowned down at the clothing as it was splayed on the bed in front of him. A thong, a pair of pants and some shoes. He was a bit relived to see that a sweater would indeed be covering the upper half of his body but he was, in fact, be shirtless for the duration of the night at the club. But what else did he really have to expect? At least he wasn't being forced to dress up in some ridiculous ass consume. He looked to the ground as Luca made a poor in taste comment about their job description. He didn't find the situation funny at all, nor would he pretend to. This was about pulling his own weight, not about having a good time. He gave a bit of a groan before he collected his things along with a makeup bag and disappeared in to the bathroom. It took him a good 30 minuets to get ready. He took the time to blow dry his hair and apply a bit of dark eyeliner that made his amber eyes pop and a very dark shade of lipstick that contrasted well with his already paled skin. Standing in front of the mirror he took a long look at himself. He had worn things like this before, mainly as teen when he was going out for a night on the town , but for some reason this felt different. He felt uncomfortable not only in the clothing but in his own skin as well. He caulked it but to nerves and with slight smirk he hooked his thumbs in the loop of his jeans and pulled them down a bit in order to show off his defined hip bones and then headed out of the bathroom in search of Luca. Putting on his best "I don't give a fuck" face he stepped back in to Luca's room and leaned against the door frame nonchalantly. "You ready?"
 
Luca had pulled on a pair of jeans while Olli was getting ready, done his makeup, grabbed a coat, and was waiting patiently on the bed. He sat up when Olli finally came out, looking him over before giving a nod of approval. It was a bit strange seeing his friend looking so different, but then, he'd seen plenty of people go through the transition at the club, he was getting used to it.

He wanted to offer some sort of encouragement. Brave face or not, there was no way Oleander could be as relaxed about this as he seemed... But what was he supposed to say? 'No worries, it's just sex... with a stranger...for money...' "You look great." he said curtly when nothing else seemed to work. He stood, offering Oleander the sweatshirt, "How are you on a motorcycle?" He asked as he put his handcuffs, hat, and other belongings in a bag.
 
Oleander frowned silently as he grabbed the jacket from his friend hands, he quickly pulled it over his head before he a started towards the door with out grabbing anything else. Not that he really had anything else to grab. Shrugging his shoulders he opened the door and started out in to the cool night air, grimacing slightly as his skin tried to a just to the temperature change. "I suppose I can hang on well enough not to fall of. And if I fall maybe we will both get lucky and I'll crack my head off the pavement and die?" He joked crudely, despite the fact that he realized how unfunny the statement was.

The words lingered awkwardly in the air as he made his path down the stares and in to the parking lot.

He was glad that Luca gave him the jacket before they had left. The lack of clothing plus the cool night air whipping across his flesh made for a vey unpleasted chiling sensation that rippling down his spin. Oleander shivered as he stepped off of the bike and looked around him. The place seemed to be relevantly classy, but there was that underling desperation that lingered in the air as they made there way in side. Oleander almost let out a gasp as they were greeted by an angered face. "Luca, you're fucking late. You have two costumers waiting on you in the back. Who the hell is this?" He was turning his attention to Ollander who promptly glared back at him. "No walk in's kid. He's not even suppose to bring street service in here. You'll have to sign in up front and wait to be served." Oleander sneered and went to speak, his temper obviously getting the best of him as he clenched his hand into a fist.
 
Luca plopped his helmet on Olli's head, "No brain splatter, I like my bike splatter free." The ride wasn't long, since the club was't far, but Luca would have been lying if he tried to claim he didn't enjoy having Olli pressed up against him for the ride. He felt a bit like a creeper as he got off the bike, shaking the feeling as he stepped inside.

He didn't seem to mind the angered face in the slightest, "Relax love, I'm worth the wait." he said in a flirtatious tone as he pulled on his hat and pulled off his coat. "Oleander, shut the hell up if you know what's good for you." He snapped quickly, looping an arm around his friend's shoulders. "This, Al, is Oleander- and if you know what's good for you- and every high paying dipshit in this club-" He added in an undertone. "You'll recognize an applicant when he's standing right in front of you." He said, pulling away once Olli seemed to lose his urge to kill. He pulled off the jeans and shoved the discarded clothes in his bag, handing it to the man who'd been yelling at him. "Put this boy to work, I've got to get to my customers."

He turned to Olli, "Don't kill anyone, hn?" He said, wishing he could elaborate but not knowing what else to tell him.
 
Oleanders mouth snapped shut as he felt Luca's arm wrap around his shoulder and he smoked across the way at the blond as if to taunt him silently as Luca let him go and started towards the back of the building leaving him stand with the blond who seemed to be sizing him up. "What's your name kid?" He asked as his eyes ran down his body. He seemed awfully thin, Al had to wonder why even though it didn't necessarily matter.

"Oleander." He said bluntly as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other as if to size up the other male just as well.

Al perked a brow for a moment before he gestured for Oleander to remove his top. Oleander, of course did so proudly casting the top aside reviving his glorious paled skin. Al smirked a bit before he nodded "not bad." He commented as he looked over the male’s petite frame taking note the colorful designs spilled across his flesh. "Have you ever been in this line of business before?"
"Nope." Oleander said with a shrug as he looked straight forward in a nonchalant kind of way. He could feel his heart thumping in his chest but he simply refused to let this man see how anxious he was. So, of course he would stick to short answers and avoiding eye contact. "Not with either group? Male or female that is."

"Neither, but I guess there is a first for everything eh?"

Al frowned curiously as he looked over Oleander’s body again; he was a rather feminine character for a straight man. There was no way he was straight... was there. "Have you ever been with a man before?"

Oleander’s ears perked at the question and he looked out of the side of his face at the blond haired man in front of him. "Why does it matter?"
"The blond locked eyes with him "Who said it mattered? Inquiring minds I suppose."

Oleander’s eyes narrowed. "No. I haven't." He said curiously eying the man as he continued to look over his body.

"Well, then, let's go introduce you do daddy then eh?" He said grabbing Oleander’s hand and dragging him across the room toward a door placed near the back. It wasn't the same one that Lucca had diapered in to but rather one next to it concealed by privacy screens.

"Daddy?" Oleander questioned as followed behind the smaller male.

"Wait here," Was the only thing he got in response. He nodded and waited quietly by the door until he was ushered in by the blond male. Meekly he stepped inside the room and looked around. The smell of vanilla cloves and sex filled his nostrils and he found himself staring at the floor as his fingers began to twirl with a few locks of his dark hair.

"Would you look at you?" A deep voice chimed from across the room and suddenly Oleander felt his resolve crumble and he simply wanted to go get Luca and get the fuck out of here. He didn't want to do this anymore, but he knew very well that it was much today to turn back down. He squirmed slightly under the eyes of the others in the room but for some reason he couldn't force himself to look up in to the face of the man that was talking. "Beautiful little thing eh?" The man asked looking up the blond man "Luca knows how to pick um."
 
It was a long while before Luca was finally free. He headed back into the lobby, avoiding potential customers as he looked or Al. It didn't take long to find the man, and before he could even ask about Ollie, Al gestured at the back room. Luca felt his stomach sink, he didn't know what had happened, but Al had that guilty expression he got whenever he did something he knew Luca wouldn't like, and the room he'd gestured to was reserved for the owner.

He let himself in, the stench of sex and blood hitting him, but to his surprise the room was em-- it took him a moment to notice the crumpled figure on the bed, and the spread of ink was more than enough to be able to tell who it was. He let out a small sigh of relief as he drew closer, glad to have found him, but it was short lived when he noticed what kind of state he was in.

"Shit, Oleander?" He questioned, closing the distance that remained between them quickly. "What the fuck did they..." His eyes fell on the brand, and he didn't need to know anymore. Of course, there was only one reason 'Daddy' would have taken Olli, the creep had a thing for 'breaking in' his new toys-

He wasn't sure why it hadn't occurred to him to ask if Olli had been with a guy before... or a girl for that matter. He'd just assumed...

He gave a sigh, running back through his hair as he tried to assess the damage and figure out what to do. "I didn't think they'd go this far... Why didn't you tell me you'd never.... I mean... " He gave up trying to speak, guilt wracking through him. He moved onto the bed, pulling a sheet up so Olli wasn't so exposed. "I'm so sorry." He said softly, running his fingers lightly through Olli's hair, letting him rest a bit before bothering with making an attempt at moving him to the bathroom to get cleaned up.
 
Al moved in to the back room after Luca a somber expression on his face as he looked at the smaller, crumbled male in the bed. "You didn't tell him not to fight." He said with an somber tone as he leaned against the door way. "He didn't even know about the branding or the fact that he was going to be sold to the highest bidder on account of his virginity. You didn't tell him shit so he started to fight... he caught daddy in the face pretty good and they kicked the living shit out of him." He let out a sigh and he gaped up at the corner of the door "And we all know daddy get's what daddy wants and he wants him properly trained next time you bring him in here. You're off the clock until he heals up and is ready to behave. He's pretty beat up... I'd be careful with him." The man shifted his weight and looked down at the floor as Luca rushed over to the males side. "I thought that you knew or I wouldn't have said anything to daddy. I didn't think anything of it, I thought he was just some kid you found on the streets. I figured you would have told someone something if he was a friend. I'm really sorry Luca, I just didn't know."

Hollander winced as he felt Luca's hand caressing his head. It didn't hurt, no, it more so pissed him off to be touch by the other man. As he continued to speak his rage few steadily until he found himself pulling his own weight off the bed and winging up to smack Luca in the face. "To fuck you didn't know!" He bellowed as he pulled away from the other man "Don't fucking touch me Luca." He seethed his amber eyes set ablaze as he glared cruelly. "I fucking knew this was going to go bad I just convinced myself you were someone worth trusting. So if I knew it was going to go bad and Blondie over there knew it was going to go bad, then how the fuck would you not know it was going to go bad?" His body was shaking as he tried to hold himself up. Had he not been in so much pain he would have very well beat the living shit out of Luca right now. But, he could barely move his body let alone fight anymore so he settled with simply wounding the man with word. "You fucking knew, but you also knew it would bring in a heavy fucking check. So did I. So let's not play victims here and get the fuck out of here eh? My shifts over." Oleander looked to the side of him to see a large sum of money, around 700 dollars, setting in a wad tangled in the sheets. He gripped it firmly before shoving it in to Luca's Chest "Here is your fucking rent money." He seethed lowly as he locked eyes with Luca reliving just out... hollow the man was inside.

He grunted slightly as he tried to force himself up, he heard the blond man gasp from the sidelines "Don't let him st-" it was too late. He had already pushed himself up and the pain shot up his back and he found himself laying on the floor in plain. 'Motherfucker!" He hollered as he braced himself up on his arms.
 
"I didn't know he was a virgin, or I would have changed that before I ever let him come near this place." He snapped at Al, but he fell quiet when his friend rounded on him.

Luca's eyes were wide, but he couldn't bring himself to argue with Olli. He sat still, taking every word Olli had for him. It wasn't quite true, sure, he knew what the man was capable of, but he'd been completely clueless to the fact that Olli was a virgin- but that didn't matter much. He'd still let it happen, and it was too late to fix it. He took the hit too, there wasn't any real reason to dodge. He'd gotten worse from clients when he'd deserved it less.

The money shoved at him and the accompanying comments stung worse, and he fumbled with the bills before finally pocketing them. "I didn't think they'd do the brand so soon..." He said honestly, but he didn't push it any. He tried to grab Olli as he moved to get up, but he wasn't quite fast enough. "Al, get my things and call a cab." He said, shoeing the man away as he moved around to help Ollie to his feet. "Come on, you aren't getting far like that by yourself- the sooner we get you cleaned up the sooner we can get out of here." He said as he very carefully lifted Olli. Struggling didn't get him far in his current state, and his complaints were ignored or met with mumbled apology.

Luca set him down on the counter top after grabbing a hand towel for him to sit on. "Hold still, if you get in a taxi looking like this the driver will probably call the police." He did his best to clean up the mess, insisting and struggling with Olli until he was satisfied- blood free for the most part, and he'd managed to find something for the tattoo to take the edge off and help it heal. By the time he was done, Al had brought his clothes. He helped Olli into the jeans he had been wearing over his shorts and back into the jacket he'd worn there. "Oleander... I really didn't know." He said finally, "Let's get you home."
 
Oleander let out a frustrated sigh 'You didn't think at all... we didn't think at all." He said in response to the branding done on his neck. In truth, that was what bothered in the most about the situation. They tattooed on Ex's canvas. He wasn't going to get anymore work done because Ex wasn't there to do it. The defiled something a lot more precious to him. His body had been through more damage then anyone could possibly imagine through out his time. This, this was just a drop in the bucket. Sure, it hurt but in time the pain would go away but there was no taking that ink off his flesh.

He clenched his teeth as Luca approved him "Don't." He said bluntly knowing that the man was about to pick him up. "Go get someone else to help me out of here Luca. Don't fucking touch me." He said severely as he looked up to Luca. "I'm fucking serious. Ah! Fuck!" He gasped and began to struggle as Luca picked him up and rage shot through his system. He fought for a bit but eventually grew much to tired and allowed the man to help clean him up. His gaze grew hollow and his body grew still as he forced his mind in to another place. It wasn't until he heard the words "I really didn't know" did he pull himself back in to reality.

His dark eyes focused in on Luca's. He was looking at him, but in fact, he wasn't quite looking at him more so through him. "You're a fucking lair." Was all he said before he began to struggle with getting his Jean's back on. He turned and looked back in to the mirror, stretching to look over the bird tattoo on the side of his neck. "You would think they would do a decent job on the ink." He said begrudgingly. "Thing looks horrible. Sex is shit and they treat their employees like shit. Wonderful place you got going here. Blondie. How long you been here now? Is it always like this or am I just one lucky fucker."

Al looked to Luca curiously before turning his attention back to Oleander, eying him oddly. He found the lack of... emotion in the man's voice to be slightly unnerving. Last time he seen someone get a treatment like that they had an emotional break down. But this kid... just seemed to be really pissed off. "Nah, it get's better in time doll face. Just play a nice role and daddy will treat you like gold. Don't fight so much next time... never turns out good."

Ollander nodded in aggrement before running a tired and through his messy hair. "Dually noted."
 
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