Warnings: Dom/Sub, Clichéness

Disclaimer: I do not own anyone in this story.

Notes: Merry early Christmas guys, hope you enjoy this new one. I've put my others on Hiatus till this chapter gets enough reviews. Enjoy Not much Cody in this first chapter. And no Evan is not like Cody in this story, he is merely Johns boyfriend.

The building was empty but one office. Two men occupied that room, one much younger than the other sat in a leather chair behind his mahogany desk, a colorless smirk rose on his lips as he listened to what his elder had to say. Not that he ever followed the rule "Respect Your Elders" actually he took every opportunity he could to chunk it out the window, he didn't respect. The word wasn't in his vocabulary.

He was a one sided deal kind of man, he wanted but he never gave, and that was why he was the most disliked man of his company. The richest, and the youngest, but abhorred none the less. He carried an air about him that spoke sadistic words. He had swag of a man who had conquered all. Every step he took trampled the feeble, and surmounted the daring. Yes, he was a man not to be messed with.

His suits were of the finest; his hair was trimmed low, almost nonexistent on his head. He had the brightest eyes that could put the North Star to shame. His skin was of an olive color though he never tanned. It was smooth; water could run down it and meet no resistance from a bump, or flaw. His lips were pouted sweetly, his arms were the kind males wished for and women urged to be surrounded by. His voice could sway anyone into action of his own wish; it was deep, husky and sultry all at once.

He was flawless.

He sat comfortably, one leg stretched onto his desk, papers stacked neatly to the side, computer locked and off, keyboard pushed neatly under. His suit jacket was unbuttoned and his white button up shirt was untucked from his black dress pants, and the sleeves were pulled up.

"Randal, you cannot keep firing people because they get your coffee order wrong." The older man above him spoke softly, he would never admit it to anyone but himself but he too, even though he was in a hire ranking than the young man sitting before him he was indeed terrified of him, he had the tendency to strike out, yell, and cause scenes. Scenes with which he wanted nothing to do with and had so far been able to avoid them. "Well how hard is it to remember, Black, two sugars and no cream!" Randal's voice heightened in tone causing the older man to flinch just ever so slightly. If Randal hadn't been staring so intently he may not have noticed, but as he did his smirk grew and he held back a chuckle.

"That is no reason to fire the young boy Randal; he will be back at work tomorrow morning." The man stepped back as Randal stood up, dusting his pants free of any invisible filth.

"Whatever you say Vince." The words weren't meant, in fact whatever Vince did say usually went in one ear and out the other with Randal, or Randy as very few called him without a swift kick to the head.

Randy sighed and sat back in his chair as Vince left his room, he didn't know why, he was leaving soon any way he needed to get back home. He needed a shower as much as he loved coffee he didn't really care for the smell and often held his breath as he drank it down, and working in an office such as his he reeked of it.

Starving as he was he took one more look around his office, eyes grazing over the cream colored walls, pictures of he and clients shaking hands, fake smiles and forged handshakes. His diplomas hung above his head on the wall behind him. A shelf tucked into the corner on the left side of the door held books he had never read or only skimmed through. The carpet that held his swayed covered feet was a dark red, peeking over the color of crimson, it was soft, plush. He had the urge sometimes to rid his feet of his shoes and run them over the soft surface. He ignored it though and went on about his day as if the carpet weren't a slice of heaven just waiting for him to step on.

With one last look around his office he shut and locked the door. He looked down one end of the hall way to see it carved in darkness, everyone left before he did, they usually did. Randy wasn't a work a-holic he just enjoyed the silence of a once busy building, he liked the knowledge of being alone, and if he wasn't the only people he would meet were the janitors, and they never said a word so Randy considered it alone. He liked being alone, it left no room for un needed drama. Drama that he knew only came with having people by your side. He didn't need anyone to take care of him, quite the opposite; usually people needed him to take care of them.

So as he walked down the length of the hallway towards the elevator he basked in the silence, a silence he would be met with as he entered his home. He was soon in his car, driving down the road towards another winding one. He worked in the city, but lived in a secluded area above it all.

His house was big, not huge but big. It had enough room for him and then some. It was surrounded by trees, and then some more trees. It was three stories, the first floor held the kitchen, a normal sized kitchen, it had all the essentials. Fridge, sink, cabinets, dishwasher, stove, oven, microwave and coffee pot for when Saturday's came and Randy didn't have a young boy wishing to one day be in Randy's shoes making his coffee.

Around the corner was the living room, a couch made of leather, real black leather sat in front of a fire place, one which was seldom used, it was more for show than anything, Randy had only used it once. The floors were hard wood, real wood. Randy didn't understand that fake shit, you're not wood, don't pretend to be. A wide screen television was plastered to the wall above the fire place. A glass table stood comfortable between the fire place and couch, a table with which you could be slapped harshly if you did not use a coaster for your drinks.

Down the hall you would come across a small bathroom, only a sink and toilet were in there, and then a few more feet you came to the garage door, a garage door that contained the home for Randy's prized Bentley. You did not wear shoes in that car; if you did you were thrown out on the street. You had better learn duck and roll if you decided on wearing your mud covered shoes in his baby. T

he stairs were also wood, a red carpet trailed up to the second floor. The second floor contained his bedroom, and two guest rooms.

Four black walls contained Randy's bedroom. The floor was white carpet, a carpet Randy was ashamed did not meet the softness of his office. His bed was a California king. What he needed all the room for he did not know, but he liked it. His bed sheets were black and the darkest purple you could find, Egyptian Cotton, he had seven pillows, all he used. A large comforter he loved to wake up buried deeply in. For large poles held way for a canopy that he never closed he didn't like being shut away, he felt that left room for someone to sneak up on him.

Across from his bed was a door, his closet, it held all his suits, and in the back pairs of blue jeans, sweat pants, work out shorts, and tee shirts. Another door also lay in the room. It leads to his master bathroom. The floors were marble, the sinks were as well. It contained his and her sink, more than he needed. His bathtub was separate from a glass walk in shower that was stored near a tinted window, a window you could look out and come in sight of trees and trees, winding roads, and in the distance you could see the city.

On the third floor were his gym, and an office the resembled the one he worked in five days a week.

Randy was currently changing into a pair of grey sweat pants, he had showered, tiny droplets of water could still be seen traveling down the crease between his shoulder blades from the indent of his neck. He shook his head free of any access dew. He no longer smelt of coffee but of clovers. He was always thankful to rid himself of his office look. He walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where he retrieved a beer from the fridge, the coldness of the can stung his palm and he had to switch it to his other. He popped it open as he dropped down to his couch and flipped the television on with a push of a remote button.

This was his night, he would relax on that couch until his eyes grew heavy and then he would trudge his way to the stairs where he would make his way slowly up and drop down in bed. After setting his house alarm first of course.

He took a large gulp from his can and his teeth bore at the sting it left in his throat and he groaned as he took another large drink before focusing on the TV.

Across the city was another story. A young ravenette cowered in the corner of an abandoned building. His shirt was torn exposing his hairless smooth chest to the bitter cold, his skin was raped by goose bumps as he shivered. His eyes large as he watched man after man pass by him. He was barefoot; his pants clung to his slim legs. He hoped to whatever higher power that he could live another night without being purchased but as the words "I'll take this one." Rung through his ears loud and clear his hopes were smashed and he broke down. Tears stung his eyes at the thought of what this man "wanted" him for he could only imagine.

Struggling as the chain around his neck was yanked and he stumbled out of the corner he was in and into the arms of a man two feet taller than him. "You're a pretty one, exactly what he needs."

The boy shook as he was lead out of the building and his shivers became violent as his feet hit the concrete. "Here" A jacket was slung over his shoulders and he looked up at the man in confusion. He was met with kind eyes, eyes he had no idea how to react too. So he left the jacket hanging on his shoulders and followed after the man as they neared a black car.

As the car traveled down the road, the city life became a blur, people became shadows lights became a haze. His eyes ached for rest and as his stomach growled for food he blushed and clutched his abdomen in an attempt at silencing it.

The man in the driver's seat chuckled and threw an energy bar at him. "There really not as bad as they say."

Looking down at the wrapper he shrugged and with a side glance to the man who had purchased him he opened it slowly and with sluggish movements he took a nibble.

By the time they reached their destination he had finished two of those bars. The man was right they really weren't that bad.

"All right kid, were here." The car came to a stop in front of a three story house. And the boys eyes grew as his gaze traveled over the height of the house.

"You'd think he would use his money for more than his living conditions, but it is Randy so I guess I shouldn't hope for much. "

"All right kid, what's your name?" He didn't know how to respond, he had never been asked his name before, should he tell him his real name? Or give him a fake one, well he did purchase him . "Cody."

"Cute, I'm John, this is Randy's house, I bought you for him, man that sounds bad but I did. He needs someone and I think that you are perfect for him. So here." John situated Cody in front of the front door and leant over him to ring the door bell. A large shit eating grin plastered to his face as the door was opened.

John was not a friend of Randy's just a nosey acquaintance Randy had never been able to shake free of. As much as Randy hated John was there to have his back when he needed but wouldn't admit. John was a good man, everything Randy generally wasn't. Randy was kind of project for John, he knew all the man needed was a partner, someone he would enjoy sharing that large dark house with, someone he had things in common with. Someone who could make him smile.

"What the fuck John, do you have any idea what time it is!" Randy yelled causing Cody to flinch and quiver back into Johns chest who pushed him forward.

"I got you a gift." John handed Randy the chain Cody had come with and turned to walk away.

Randy took in the torn shirt, the tousled hair, the stained pants and the bare feet. The muddy face, the cerulean eyes the luscious lips, the muscled chest…. He shook his head.

"What the hell… John, wait just a fucking minute!"

"No man, he's for you, I thought you needed someone, your so lonely and angry all the time, and so I went out and bought you a Cody." John smiled at Cody as the young boy was standing against the brick of the house, praying he could just be swallowed up by its hard surface.

"I don't want a fucking kid man.. Take him back."

"I got to go man, I'll see you in a couple of weeks remember me and Evan are going on vacation!" John yelled as he had already got into his car and was pulling out of the drive way. Cody was met with silence as Randy glared after John's car well after he had disappeared.

"You're not staying" and Randy turned and walked back into the house. "Hurry up I don't have all night!" Quite the contrary Randy did have all night, tomorrow was Saturday and Randy didn't have work, but he wouldn't let the kid know that, tomorrow it was back to where he came from.

He didn't care if the kid was sexy as sin. Or if he got the urge to fuck him the minute he set eyes on him, the kid had to go.