A Club.

[Markise Sterling]

The bear led them to a running sedan, where the businessman sat, watching expectantly out the window. He didn't smile as the other man opened the back door to usher the boys in.

Markise's eyes were wide as he slid along the seat. He'd only ever seen cars, not actually been in one, since the subway didn't count. He leaned toward Ariel, using that same useless stage whisper. "It's a car, Ariel!"

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

Ariel nodded absently, not even attempting to tell Markise to be quiet, anything he said would be written off to the drinks he had had. He didn't know much about cars, either, other than what one of his brother's friends had said about them, but his mind was too caught up in other things to really worry or think about it as the door closed. His arm found its way between Markise's back and the seat, trying to find some way to comfort himself.

[Markise Sterling]

Markise made a soft sound of pleasure at the contact and snuggled against Ariel, resting his head so that he could see out the windows. He wanted to kiss Ariel again, but then he couldn't see, so he satisfied himself with his fingers moving absently against that spot on Ariel's hip again.

The doors locked with a resounding click the moment the bear took his place in the passenger seat. The business man looked back over his shoulder, then reached over to pop the glove box open, sifting until he found a spare airline bag. He closed the glove box again and handed the bag back to Ariel. "If he messes the upholstery, you will be paying for it." With that, he put the car in gear and pulled out into the street.

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

Ariel held the bag loosely in his hand and looked down at Markise. He moved his fingers lightly underneath the edge of Markise's jacket, but couldn't let himself fully enjoy even the fingers at the soft skin of his hip. He didn't even begin to think that he didn't want what was getting ready to happen, even if he didn't like Markise being involved the way he was.

[Markise Sterling]

As the car moved, Markise's dizziness got worse and worse. He didn't get sick, but he got close. The dizziness was the worse problem though, and he closed his eyes and went lax against Ariel as everything went black.

The car pulled up in front of a building that matched neither the car nor the man. In truth, he didn't spend enough time at home to really care. He had better things to do with his money. The businessman glanced back over his shoulder, then gestured to the other man, who got out and opened Ariel's door from the outside. "Can you carry him?" he asked, his low voice gravelly with the effort of keeping it down.

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

Ariel looked up at the man, then back at Markise, and nodded. He slid out of the car and then reached in to pull Markise towards him. He couldn't help but be relieved that Markise had passed out, it would be much easier to talk the man into letting it just be him, into forgetting Markise and letting him sleep it off. He shifted his arms beneath Markise, but he figured that he could make it to the door and somewhere to lay him down.

[Markise Sterling]

The businessman led the way, juggling a set of keys as he headed up a set of outer stairs to his flat. The bear took up the rear, watching everything with cool eyes. At the top of the stairs, the man unlocked the door and the deadbolt, then moved into the dark flat, turning on a small lamp on a table beside the door which only gave enough light to get to the short hallway. The businessman headed that way, back toward the bedroom.

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

Ariel shifted his arms around Markise as he looked around for somewhere to lay him down so that they could go and get it all over with. Maybe Markise would never even know. "Where can he stay?" he asked, after failing to find somewhere to lay the deadweight in his arms. He hoped Markise wouldn't remember anything after the drinks he had had at the bar.

[Markise Sterling]

"Put him on the bed," the businessman said. The other man closed the door and turned the locks, then began to herd Ariel forward. The bedroom was small, but laid out comfortably. It had a large bed with black satin sheets and a black-and-white striped coverlet. There was a small table beside the bed with lamps lit, and with the large mirror hanging to one side of the bed, that feeble light was echoed back, multiplying into a soft glow. "Here," the businessman said, gesturing to one side of the bed. The other man closed the door behind them and took a seat in the armchair beside it.

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

A feeling of dread spread through Ariel as he sat Markise on the bed. Markise didn't need to be on the bed, not when he was completely passed out like he was. He straightened, though, and didn't ask questions as he straightened out Markise. "He's out for a while," he commented, linking some of his brother's friends to the way Markise had acted and what had happened on the way to the apartment.

[Markise Sterling]

"It doesn't matter," the businessman said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the money clip, counting out five hundred euros and set them in full view on the side table. "I want to watch you undress him," he said, taking off his tie. The man beside the door watched silently, an invisible spectre in the darker part of the room.

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

Ariel's eyes narrowed at the man and he shook his head, "I'm not doing that." He gestured back at Markise, "He's passed out." The man could do whatever he wanted with Ariel, but Ariel wasn't going to let him do anything to an unconscious Markise. Ariel wasn't going to do anything to an unconscious Markise, even with the allure of money sitting there so close to him.

[Markise Sterling]

The man's eyes darkened slightly at Ariel. "He won't even feel it," he said. "You've got to know how this works. I'm paying for your time, not a quick f~. This is five hundred euros. Keep it all and he won't know. Now undress him." The man by the door still watched, unmoving, but tense and ready to spring, should he need to. The businessman looked at Ariel expectantly as he continued to undress himself, exposing evenly tanned skin and muscles worked out several hours a week to keep toned.

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

Ariel hovered, and glanced back at Markise, then back at the man and shook his head again. "Keep the three hundred and have me for the night, as long as he's passed out, he's not included." He couldn't help that his eyes moved over the man, but he was going to stand his ground. He could deal with losing some of the money, he wasn't going to let the man take advantage of Markise when he didn't even have a say in the matter.

[Markise Sterling]

The businessman's eyes narrowed further as he thought over the possibilities. After a moment, he gave a sharp nod to Ariel and started working free his belt.. "Undress," he said without preamble. The boy would sleep at some time, he'd make sure of it, and when he did, the twink would be all his. The last move the man made before stripping entirely was to gather up three hundred euros and tuck it back into his clip.