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He gave a small sigh at the words, there was no getting through to him. "The ink might have turned out better if you hadn't been struggling." He pointed out, voice sounding distant and tired. "The more you earn, the more valuable you become to them- the more valuable you are, the better you're treated."

He eyed the brand, then looked away. "When we get home you should take a bath... you'll feel a lot better." Someone ducked their head into the room just long enough to shout that the cab had arrived and then left. "Let's go home, hn?" He questioned, hoping Olli would just accept some help getting to the taxi so they could get the hell out of there.
 
Oleander narrowed his eyes at Luca "Perhaps I wouldn't have been struggling if I knew I was going to get branded eh?" He said sarcastically as if to shut Luca down. He nodded a bit as he processed the words that followed that and his own eyes quickly pulled to the door as the announcement of the cabs arrival was given. He looked Luca for a moment then tried to come up with a better way to go about getting all the way to the cab. Oleander let out a sigh before he out stretched an arm in defeat. There was no way in hell he could get all the way out there by himself.

He allowed Luca to pick him up and he leaned slowly against his chest as he tried to shift the pain in his lower back. "Fuck." He said quietly as he squirmed a bit but eventually settled on sitting still. He smirked over Luca's shoulder at the blond man and nodded a bit "Nice meeting you Blondie. I'm looking forward to having your job someday." He said in jest. It was more so a "I will get better" than anything else. He relaxed his body a bit and tried to force his mind somewhere other then the pain as he was carried out to the cab.
 
Luca stayed quiet, lifting Olli as carefully as he could before carrying him out to the front of the building. Getting him in the cab was a bit trickier, but once he'd managed he went around to the other side and got in, calling back to someone in the club asking them to bring his bike in so he could pick it up later. Once they were settled and he'd pulled the door shut, he gave the driver the address, then glanced over at Olli. There wasn't really anything to say, so he pulled his gaze back and stared out the window instead, staying silent.

Once they got back to the apartment, Luca paid the driver and helped Olli out of the cab, "Shit..." He grumbled as he realized he was going to have to carry Olli up stairs. He shifted a bit until he felt like he had a better grip on his friend before starting up them, a bit out of breath by the time they got to the door. He fumbled with the lock, "Bath or bed?" He asked as they stepped inside. "And any requests for dinner?"
 
Oleander found the worst part of this situation to be the back ride home. His entire body seemed to be throbbing with pain no matter which way his shifted himself about in the back of the car. He had just gotten well and now he could barely move without feeling some sort of discomfort. But in truth, the physical pain wasn't anything compared to riding beside Luca couldn't seem to look at him straight without wincing in pity and fidgeting. The fact that he turned full attention awkwardly out the window for the majority of the ride didn't help either.

He hated being felt sorry for, that was one of his biggest pet peeves in life. He hatted pity, they both knew this was going to be bad eventually. Why did it matter so much that it was so soon? Oleander let out a tired sigh and leaned his forehead against the cooled glass of the window and tried to stay awake. The ride home was silent. Part of Oleander wanted to reach over a swap Luca in the back of the head just for the sake of breaking the bearing silence but a larger part of him was much to tired to argue with him so he settled for simply starting out of the opposing window and hoping that the time would somehow speed by quicker for the sake of getting them the fuck out of that cab.

A relived sigh forced it's way pasted Ollie's thin lips as the car came to a stop. He squirmed a bit in pain as he was pulled out of the cab and bright up the stares. He looked down to the ground as Luca asked if he wanted to go to bed or take a bath first. Either way the man going to have to help him clean up so he just shrugged and looked off to the side. "Doesn't matter."
 
"Let's get you cleaned up and fed, then you can sleep until you feel better. Besides, you don't want to wake up with that sort of grime on you." He said as he carried Olli into the bathroom, knowing helping him bathe would be awkward at best. He set Ollie down on the bathroom counter, started the bath water, then turned back to help Olli undress. "Hang on, let's cover that, it'll hurt like a bitch if you get soap on it or something." He said as he pulled a few things from a drawer. He taped a bandage in place, using neosporin to keep the bandage from sticking to the brand. "That should hold for now." He said with a small nod.

He turned the water off once the tub was full, then helped Olli into the water. "Warm enough?" He asked as he retrieved a washcloth and offered it to Olli. "I'm not sure how much help you need, so... if you need a hand, let me know."
 
Oleander winced a bit a she was set on the chilled counter top like a child. He kept his glare directed down to the flooring as he tried not to think of the situation. He felt so helpless since he started living with Luca. So... weak. This didn't help at all, now the man was sitting here cleaning his wounds and helping him bath. What else was he suppose to do though? Tell him to leave and risk cracking his head off the floor or something?

No, that wouldn't do. So he simply lowered his head and nodded a bit in agreement before he shifted his around in the water attempting to find a comfortable position. "So." He said with a sigh "Today was productive eh? Got the rent?"
 
Luca helped where he could, ready to catch Olli if he slipped. He seemed to relax once Olli was settled in the water and he took a seat on the edge of the tub, trying to give Olli as much privacy as he could. He dipped the washcloth in the hot water, "Lean forward." he said as he slid the cloth over Olli's shoulders, doing his best not to hurt him.

"Mm, I suppose." He agreed, looking a bit uneasy at how lightly Olli was talking about what had happened. But then, how else was he supposed to take it? Sniveling over what couldn't be changed wouldn't help either of them. "The rent's $700 a month total, between the two of us. $350 Of that is yours to do what you want with." He dipped the cloth lower with each stroke, pulling back and ringing it out once he'd finished. It was hard to tell how bad the bruising was under the colored tattoos. "If we can get you trained and working, you'll be making enough... we could move upstairs to a two room apartment. It might be nice not to have to sleep on a couch every night." He suggested, handing him the washcloth.

"For now though, with your $350, I would suggest some new clothes, a wardrobe a bit more like mine maybe- the better you look, the more you'll make. Of course, a sketchbook and some good art supplies might be in order too." He said, trying to lighten the mood a bit and remind Olli that there were upsides to the shit he'd be going through. "Let me know when you're done there and I'll help you wash your hair."
 
Oleander winced as the washcloth was slid across the new bruising, god it hurt. It was times like these were he wished he didn't have such a bad temper on him. His back curled slowly as Luca's hand inched it's way down his back. The sensation of the heat transferring through the cloth and down his back with each swipe was soothing yet the pain caused from the pressure made it hard to sit completely still. Never the less he tried his best to keep from moving around. He let out slight sighs of discomfort as Luca's hand swiped over sensitive spots, he could tell there was quite a bit of damage done but he wasn't all to bothered but that in that all truth. It wasn't much he hadn't dealt with before.

He slowly relaxed against the back of the tub and gabbed with washcloth from Luca in order to finished cleaning himself. He gave a thoughtful frown at the different ideas on what he was going to spend the rest of the nights earnings on. Clothing did sound like a good idea, seeing as he had been wearing the same few articles of clothing for the past few weeks. He nodded a bit as he slowly ran the cloth up his legs and across the rest of him in order to get clean as quickly as he possibly could. After he finished him he shifted his weight in order to sink further in to the water and he attempted to relax and allow the water to melt the pain from his body.

Looking up to luca he smiled a bit realving that daring dimple of his "Shopping." He said with a nod "I don't draw enough anymroe to really invest in it... but... let's go shopping. It sound's like fun."
 
"You should, you were really good... and a sketch book's pretty cheap, $10 or so, and you get find pencils anywhere." He said with a shrug, "Anyway, a shopping trip would be fun. We'll go as soon as you're up for it." He said with a small smile. It really would be fun, to get out of the apartment for a while and just spend a day shopping and hanging out... like old times maybe. He watched carefully as Olli sunk, making sure he didn't slip under the water or something, but one his friend was settled, he looked away again.

"I'm not allowed to take customers until you're working again... they want me to train you." He said, rather bluntly, figuring the sooner he brought it up and it was dealt with, the sooner they could forget about it for a while and just relax, "Are you alright with that?" He asked, staring at the sink as he spoke, "I mean, you realize what that will involve, right?" He said, finally turning a bit to look at Olli. "I promise, I'm better than 'Daddy'." He added on a lighter note.

He felt terrible that Olli's first time had gone so terribly, but at least the creep who'd beaten him hadn't volunteered to continue the training himself. Teaching Oleander how to do his job would be crossing a few lines, and had the potential to make things pretty uneasy between them, but at least if he was the one doing it, he'd know Oleander wasn't going to end up hurt. That, and while it might make things uneasy, it also could be a lot of fun if things went well. He wasn't banking on that though, nothing seemed to be going well lately.
 
Oleander let out a sigh as the idea of training was brought up, he shifted his weight uncomfortably in the but and part of him wanted to simply stand up and walk out of the bathroom. It had been made perfectly clear to Ollie that Luca would be the one demonstrate the ways of the escort service. He didn't exactly know what that entailed but by the way that Luca didn't seem to when to look at hi he could tell that it did indeed include the two of them ending up in the sack together.

Oleander grumbled at the thought. The ironic thing about this situation was that, despite the fact that he had gone in an " escort" service predominately trafficked by men, he really wasn't gay at all. It was a common misconception in high school that he and Luca were together but Oleander was always quick to put the idea to rest, using his fists as one of his main tools.

And now here he was, about to agree to sleeping with, not only a ton of assorted men, but Luca himself.

"Well, I can't say it would be the worst thing in the world.' He stated with a shrug of the shoulders. "I mean. I gotta learn the rules somehow right? I mean... I'd rather then lean from you then 'Daddy'. When do we plan on starting that anyway?"
 
"Hey, it's far from the worst, it'll be the best time you've ever had. There's a reason I'm the top seller." He said, sounding almost proud of this. "Anyway, we'll start when you're up to it, your first time kind of sucked, I don't want you to think it's always going to be like that." He said as he crossed one leg over the other, "Give yourself a day or two to heal, then we'll worry about it." He said with a shrug. "For now, just relax. I think I might order a pizza, I don't feel like cooking... maybe we can watch a movie while we eat, you know, just kick back a while before bed." He suggested, moving off the topic of work entirely for a while.

He didn't wait for an answer, whether Olli wanted pizza or not, he did, so he pulled out his phone and ordered, pausing only to see if Olli had a preference for what kind. "Alright, I'm going to go grab you some clean clothes, are you going to be okay in here for a few minutes?" He asked, "I think I'll throw them in the dryer for a bit so they'll be warm, along with a blanket. Its kind of cold in here." He commented, though that might have been due to his skimpy outfit.

He'd worry about showering once Olli was out of the tub and they were just waiting on pizza. "What movie should we watch?" He asked as he slipped his phone back into his pocket.
 
Oleander smirked absently and stared down at the water. He didn't have much else to say toward the situation. What else was he going to say, sure, he could have shined Luca on or asked for further detail considering the man's skill in bed but he figured he learn first hand in time.

He finnaly pulled himself ack in to the conversation once it was switched over to the plans for the rest of the night. He felt his ear begning to pull back on the sides of his head as the condencening tune of his friend's voice came in to tune. "Pizza and a slumber party?" He said in a mocking matter finding the others anktics to be rather... Coddling? "We should get pineapple." He said as he relaxed further in to the tub. "And ham."
 
He nodded, ordering the pizza before heading out of the room. He returned a few minutes later with a towel and a change of clothes. He waited for Olli to be done and helped him out of the tub. He helped Olli dry off and get dressed, then helped him back to bed. He left him there long enough to take a shower and get dressed, and by the time he was back in a pair of sweats and a towel, the pizza had arrived.

He plopped down on the foot of Olli's bed, setting the box of pizza between them. "Canadian bacon and pineapple, as requested." He said as he pulled a piece out and bit the end off.
 
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