A Club.

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

Ariel had no arguments then, as far as he knew, Markise was safe. When his shirt was free from his head, his motions slowed as he let his eyes trail over the man. It was strange how he could still find someone so different from Markise or any of the others he had been with attractive. His mind was already exploring the possibilities as his hands turned to his belt and pants, a couple of which he refused to concentrate on, even if he was certain they were going to happen.

[Markise Sterling]

The man looked the boy over with jaded eyes. He was well-built, something he'd allow himself to enjoy more thoroughly later. Right now, the boy needed a lesson in control, and in keeping one's word. The first time he wasn't at all gentle, and Ariel was given a few minutes to recover before being sent to the bear by the door, who had watched in silence. A zipper sounded in the room, and while the businessman retired to rinse himself, the bear made demands on the boy's mouth.

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

Ariel didn't want to do what the larger man was making him do, he wanted to lay down on the bed and sleep, wanted to erase the last minutes from his mind somehow. He was in a daze as his mouth moved, just trying to focus on anything but the lingering pain and the knowledge that he wasn't at all finished for the night. It was hard not to think of the pain, though, when certain necessary motions made it all the worse.

[Markise Sterling]

When the bear was satisfied, he grunted and waved the boy off. He hardly knew what he was doing, that much was obvious, but it had come to the same result. The businessman came back then, and with a dark look at the one in the chair, the bear stood and left the room. Now the businessman let himself look the boy over. "You don't look happy to see me," he said. "Maybe we can make it up to you." The bear came back then, with three glasses of wine that he set on the side table. The businessman went on. "If you'd let me have your little friend, you could have a break," he suggested. "And that three hundred euros."

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

Ariel closed his eyes and shook his head, Markise was still passed out on the bed and Ariel still had no intentions of letting anything happen without his permission. "I'm fine," he said, leaning back against the edge of the bed and opening his eyes again. He could stand up to a lot more abuse than he had already been put through. The worst part had been how very unexpected it had all been.

[Markise Sterling]

The man's eyes darkened again. If the boy wasn't ready to let his twink participate, then the bear would have to join them. He'd had enough time in the shower to refresh himself, but a shared look with the other man told him that he wasn't ready yet. "Go rinse off, then," he said, gesturing back toward the bathroom. "You look like bloody sh~." He picked up his glass then, and took a slow sip.

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

Ariel bit back a comment about that and picked himself off of the floor, wincing slightly as he walked to the bathroom. He sighed when the water poured on him and wondered how in the world he had been stupid enough to agree to what the man wanted. But he had and there was no taking it back. He stayed in for as long as he thought he could without pissing off the men in the bedroom, and by the time he came back the pain had practically disappeared.

[Markise Sterling]

When the boy entered the room, the businessman had moved around to the other side of the bed and was watching the twink idly. He'd touched that soft hair, but without being certain how long the other would be in the shower, he hadn't started anything else. Even so, he was ready, and he crossed back to stand in front of Ariel, setting aside his near empty wine glass. The bear's had been drained long ago. The businessman moved his hands purposefully against the boy, watching almost distantly. All he needed was the physical response.

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

It didn't take long for him to get the physical response, not with how experienced the man was. Ariel couldn't have prevented it if he had tried. He didn't focus on the knowledge that the man had been standing over Markise when he had come into the room, Ariel still thought, or maybe he just hoped, that Markise would be fine. But thoughts of Markise were quickly forgotten as the man's hands moved against him.

[Markise Sterling]

The boy was given the necessary equipment--everything was different when it was done this way--and pulled back to the bed, beside that beautiful lavender-haired boy. The bear joined this time, the entire event orchestrated by the businessman. The boy was little more than a toy for the other two. He got his too, but it was still distant, no kissing, no thanks afterward. Rather, the businessman lay back as his friend went to refill their glasses. "Drink," the businessman said, offering the remaining glass to Ariel.

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

Ariel stared at the glass and considered telling the man no, but knew that it would be useless to do it when something else would just happen in its place. So he pulled himself up and took the glass, crossing his legs and propping his elbows on his knees. He was really missing being with Markise now, though that last time hadn't been nearly as bad as the first time had been.

[Markise Sterling]

"Bottoms up," the businessman said. "It'll help you relax. You've earned a break." He hadn't earned his full two hundred euros yet, though. Maybe a hundred of it, but he'd have to wait for the drug in the wine to work. They had some time before the businessman would demand more. It took longer each time, but if the boy would finish his wine, he'd be out in plenty of time.

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

Ariel tilted his glass to his lips and took a sip, not really caring to finish it. "I'm not a big drinker," he said, shrugging lightly and glancing around to see where he could set his glass. He could be, but he figured that with Markise passed out, he needed to stay sober. Besides, he really didn't like wine and he knew that he wasn't a relaxed drunk, he was a depressed drunk, and he knew that the man wouldn't like having to deal with a depressed boy.

[Markise Sterling]

"That wine is an exceptional vintage," the businessman said. "Don't offend me by refusing." He watched avidly, his interest in seeing the liquid drain visible. No, the wine wasn't an exceptional vintage, or any vintage at all, but the kinds of people he brought here couldn't tell the difference.

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

Ariel went to take another sip, and then paused, something felt wrong about it, there was something in the man's eyes. He really wished his wand wasn't over in that pile of his clothes at the edge of the bed. "People don't give vintage wines to guys they've picked up at a bar," he said, raising his eyebrow and letting his hands drop and rest the glass on the blanket.