A/N: Somebody asked me to write a fic on this awkward crack pairing, so I decided to give it a try. This fic is probably not as dark as the previous one but still it's gonna be quite twisted. Give me your opinions and tell me how this might continue XD

(1) A Date

'Are you doing anything special tonight?'

Leon lifted his head and glimpsed Emil, who was taking a sip of his orange juice. His silvery white hair was tousled. There were two visible circles around his eyes.

'You pulling an all-nighter again?' asked Leon, directly ignoring his first question.

Emil sighed and placed his chin in his palm. He had no idea why he enrolled in this couse. He knew from the start he was no genius in Maths, unlike Leon and Yong Soo.

'Me going clubbing da-ze!' Yong Soo bounced up gleefully, despite the fact that the question was not intended for him. He had styled his hair with gel and his curl was particularly eye-catching today. He had a set of brand new shirt and frayed jeans that was a miserable imitation of his favourite K-Pop idol.

'I'm not asking you,' mumbled Emil. He turned to Leon and asked, 'You think you can help me with Maths tonight?'

'Dude, the test is a month away,' Alfred butted in loudly, munching on his cheese burger. 'Ain't nobody got time for that.'

'I don't think Emil is asking you,' Matthew pointed out, but nobody was listening.

'Me got an awesome party tonight and you guys are invited!' Alfred jumped onto the chair and clapped his hands to gain everyone's attention.

'I don't remember allowing you to hold another sleepover party at our place!' Matthew growled, but again was pretty much snubbed. Last month, the party went out of control and Matthew ended up spending three days to clean the house.

'I can't,' said Leon. 'I've, like, got a date tonight.'

'Again?' Emil cocked his brows and grunted in frustration.

'Well, kinda, like, short on money lately,' said Leon, running his thin, long fingers over his beautiful brown hair. Emil would have fallen for that face if only he hadn't been asexual. Everybody knew Emil showed no interest to anyone. Leon might be his very best friend but still, when the poor boy confessed to him two years ago, he got a straightforward answer.

'I like you a lot as a friend, but not exactly as a lover.'

It was a miracle they stayed as intimate as before. Leon didn't seem to mind the fact that Emil couldn't date anyone. He appreciated that Emil was being honest with him.

'Why don't ya go clubbing with me instead?' suggested Yong Soo as he wrapped his arm around Leon's shoulder. 'Grab some beer and booties.'

Leon finished typing the final paragraph of his essay and switched off his laptop. He smacked away Yong Soo's arm.

'No.'

A brutal rejection.

'Honestly, one of these days, you're gonna get into trouble,' warned Matthew. Leon ignored him.

'He's right,' agreed Emil. 'Dating for money is kind of…'

'Immoral,' added Yong Soo with a goofy grin.

'As if you're moral enough,' said Leon. 'You, like, basically sleep with anyone when you're drunk.'

'I don't do that for money,' defended Yong Soo. 'It's for entertainment. Life is too stressful.'

'It's a personal hobby of mine as well,' said Leon.

Everyone stared at him. They blamed Kiku for bringing Leon into this. A couple of months ago, Kiku got Leon hooked on cross-dressing. Ever since then, Leon would crossdress as a girl from time to time. As if that wasn't eccentric enough, he had started going for compensated dating. He found it amusing that people actually believed he was genuinely a girl. He went on dates for money. Normally, his business involved no sex. He would at most offer hand-holding or kissing, depending on his clients' appearance, of course. Some desperate guys actually paid to have a part-time girlfriend or companion.

There was this one time where a guy got persistent and pushed Leon against the wall, trying to strip him. Fortunately, Leon was a Kung Fu expert. He beat the guy to a pulp and left.

None of his friends liked what he was engagning in, especially Emil. But then again, they couldn't stop him. That's one of Leon's absurd interests.

Yong Soo believed it was Kiku's brainwashing that influenced Leon. Matthew knew better. It was probably because of Arthur, Leon's ex-boyfriend, who left a rather severe emotional scar on the boy that took away his ability to love normally again. Emil personally thought it was his fault for rejecting Leon, which led to him resorting to Arthur and getting dumped subsequently.

'Who's your date, by the way?' asked Alfred. It was rare to see him even engage properly in their conversation. He never questioned Leon's interests or actually commented on it. He was always gibbering and eating or videotaping pranks around the campus.

'Actually, I don't know much about him,' admitted Leon. 'But he's, like, quite attractive. Sort of pale.'

Emil rolled his eyes. 'So you can't hang out with me tonight?'

'I think you should, like, get more sleep,' said Leon. 'I'll help you with Maths tomorrow, I promise.'

'Can I join?' asked Matthew.

'Sure.'

'I don't wanna go home tonight,' said Emil. He leaned back against his chair and pouted.

'Why?'

'He might be home,' said Emil, looking down at the ground.

And then they all knew Emil was referring to his older brother. His borther used to study in Norway but a year ago or so, he had decided to fly to London and live with Emil. From Emil's description, this brother of his was extremely anti-social, protective and aloof.

'We had an argument last night,' said Emil. 'On what to have for dinner.'

'Why can't you just get along with him?' asked Leon.

'That's easy for you to say,' said Matthew as he peeked at his twin, Aflred, who was currently flirting with a senior girl with large boobs.

'Exactly! You don't even have to deal with someone like my bro. You see this bruise?' Yong Soo rolled up his sleeve to reveal a rather red bruise on his elbow. 'That cheeky bastard broke my computer and he didn't even apologise!'

'Just stay in your room then, Emil,' suggested Leon. 'Maybe he won't, like, bother you.'

It's not like Leon had a smooth relationship with his own siblings. Yao was annoying as hell, always nagging, taking control of everything in the house and poking his nose into his business. Chen was so reserved he hardly even talked. Mei was always barging into his room without his permission and stalking his social life. Two months ago, he decided to move out and live on his own. The rent was pretty expensive and that's why compensated dating turned out to be quite useful.

There was no freaking way he was going back to that house of headache.

'You don't know him,' said Emil. 'He's unpredictable.'

(2) Sigurd

Leon put on a wavy wig, a rather fancy skirt he received from Kiku earlier and a pair of white boots. He didn't need too much make-up because he had an inherently androgynous face. He just had to trim his brows a little bit.

The boy was already at the station when Leon arrived. He was even more attractive than he looked in the picture. Pale skin that almost sparkled in the light. Pale blond hair and deep blue eyes. A slender built. He was utterly different from the Leon's usual clients, who normally looked ordinary and nerdy, the type that had trouble striking a conversation with a girl.

'Are you by any chance Leona?' asked the boy, who was probably slightly older than Leon.

'And you're Sigurd?' asked Leon.

'Yes.'

'Payment first.'

'Right.' Sigurd dug into his pocket and pulled out some cash.

'I think you're missing-'

'I'll pay you the other half if your service is, well, satisfactory,' said Sigurd plainly.

Leon had never seen someone this proud and solemn. He examined the boy's face one more time. He was a head taller than Leon and was definitely hypnotising when he…smirked?

'Fine,' said Leon. He could make an exception this time.

'So where do we start?'

'Well, you've, like, signed up for a couple of services,' said Leon as he scrolled through the notes he made in his mobile. 'Dinner, movies and-'

'I'll start by taking your hand.'

Leon's heart nearly skipped a beat when that cold hand grabbed his. He had never felt this way before. His cheeks were burning when the boy refused to take his eyes off him.

'Are those colour cons?'

'Yes,' said Leon with a faint blush. He tried to avoid eye-contact with this mysteriously handsome boy.

'I don't think I've asked for an extravagant Japanese-style cross dresser,' said Sigurd.

Leon stopped and glared at Sigurd wide-eyed.

'I do think you're quite adorable,' said Sigurd. 'So I'm not gonna sue you for scam. You could've done better dressing up as a girl.'

Leon's face was completely red by then. He couldn't retort at all. Sigurd's eyes were roaming his body and they pierced into his. He knew he was a crossdresser!

'Can we take a picture?' asked Sigurd. 'Because that asshole bet that I couldn't get a date.'

Leon frowned at Sigurd. In the next couple of minutes, Sigurd tried to explain to Leon why he had to go on a blind date with a random 'girl'. Apparently, he had an argument with his little brother and then his best friend teased him about being a single, lonesome man. They had a bet. If Sigurd successfully charmed someone and proved it, he would get three hundred bucks, which was three times as much as he was paying Leon.

'So I still get two hundreds,' said Sigurd. 'And it wouldn't hurt to try.'

They had dinner in an Italian restaurant. They ordered some pizza, spaghetti and drinks. They hit it off with some casual talks. Sigurd was extremely blunt and arrogant. He commented on Leon's odd sense of fashion, how his eyebrows were a bit too thick for a 'girl', the crude way he arranged the date and the cost of the service. Leon couldn't deny that Sigurd seemed to be perfect in every way but nobody had dared use such tone to speak to him. His other clients worshipped him like a goddess. They fell head over heels for him and fawned over him.

'How long have you been doing this?' asked Sigurd.

'Do I have to, like, answer your question?' asked Leon.

'Well, up to you,' said Sigurd. He shrugged and smiled enigmatically at Leon. 'I can't force you, but your service determines how much you get paid.'

'Aren't you a bit vain?' said Leon.

'I admit I am,' said Sigurd. 'Aren't you a bit rude to your client?'

Leon clenched his teeth and looked away. This guy made him so mad yet at the same time he felt defeated.

'Oh, someone's clearly cross.'

'I'm not,' said Leon. His face went redder than the tomato sauce on his plate.

'You're not a professional liar either,' said Sigurd mockingly.

Leon tried to ignore the embarrassment and focussed on his food. He was like standing naked in front of Sigurd. He had barely known that guy for an hour and yet he was able to see through his every thought. It was…distressing and uncomfortable.

'You said you don't sell your body,' said Sigurd.

'That's right.'

'It doesn't make your job any prettier though.'

'Are you, like, lecturing me?' growled Leon. This guy was getting on his nerves but he couldn't resist talking to him.

'No, I have no right to,' said Sigurd. 'I'm just thinking what you would do for an additional hundred.'

For a long moment, they just stared at each other in silence.

(3) A Deal

Leon felt like he was selling his dignity.

Sigurd might look slim but he was unusually forceful. He pressed Leon against the wall as their lips smashed against each other. They started making out in the middle of the movie and they stumbled into the empty washroom. The kiss was rough and passionate. Leon couldn't help melting into it. When he opened his eyes, Sigurd's orbs were all he saw. He was hard. Extremely hard.

He hadn't felt this excited in a while. Sigurd pulled down his skirt and started fondling his length. Leon was still pinned against the wall. He moaned as Sigurd stroked him. He pushed him into one of the cubicles and locked the door. He made Leon sit on the toile cover, legs spread in a humiliating manner. He bent down and took Leon's length into his mouth.

The moans echoed in the washroom. Leon never expected Sigurd to be this good at giving a blowjob. Sigurd's stare was sharp and cold. Even when his tongue was working skilfully around Leon's rod, he was gazing at him. Leon blushed immensely and looked away. A few moments before he came, Sigurd decided to stop. Leon whined and begged him to continue. Instead of listening to his plea, the pale boy stuffed Leon's mouth with two fingers and asked him to soak them with his saliva. He then moved on to Leon's bottom and started stretching his hole.

'Wait-'

Sigurd flipped Leon over so he was bent over the toilet. He gripped his wrists firmly and continued to finger him.

'S-Stop,' said Leon. He didn't think it would go this far. He thought they were just going to make out.

'Shut up,' whispered Sigurd into his ears. 'You aren't going to cum if we stop here.'

Leon gulped and shut his eyes. Before long, Sigurd's fingers were replaced by his own shaft. He thrust into Leon slowly and pulled out all the way before slamming back in again, causing the brown-haired boy to moan in pleasure.

'You're getting better at it,' teased Sigurd as he kept ramming into the smaller boy. 'At least you moan more like a slut now.'

'Screw you,' cursed Leon.

'I'm screwing you,' said Sigurd. He shoved himself into Leon roughly, causing him to cry. Leon held back his tears and stopped thinking about the degrading scene.

He was being thrust into from the back and Sigurd was seizing every opportunity to insult him. He whispered dirty words into his ears and then left a trail of bite marks on his bare neck. He yanked his hair while bumping hard into him.

'Fuck,' wheezed Leon. 'S-Slow down!'

'Say my name,' demanded Sigurd, ignoring Leon's request.

'I, like, asked you to stop being so rou-'

'I asked you to say my name,' interrupted Sigurd.

'Damn it.'

Sigurd wrapped his fingers around Leon's length and started stroking it. Leon groaned and with each second of increasing pleasure, his lips quivered.

'S-Sigurd…'

'Yes?'

Sigurd stopped, pulling halfway out of Leon.

'Oh God, why did you stop?'

'You want me to continue?' asked Sigurd with an amused smile.

'Yes.'

'So you're enjoying this,' said Sigurd. 'Can I get a discount?'

'What the fuck are you talking about?' growled Leon as he glared back at Sigurd.

'20%.'

'No!'

'You can come on your own.'

'15%!'

'Sure.'

Sigurd gave Leon a hard thrust and they came together. They both collapsed to the floor panting.

'That's a great deal,' muttered Sigurd as he gave Leon's cheek a lick.

'You disgust me,' grunted Leon, still seeking his long lost dignity.

'My pleasure.'

They cleaned themselves the best they could and left the cinema.

'So, what happened to the principles you mentioned earlier?' asked Sigurd as they strolled along the street. 'About not selling your body?'

'You bastard.'

'I paid.'

'You-'

Before Leon could finish his utterance, Sigurd had him against the wall again.

'Why don't you say you've been longing for this?' Sigurd smirked. 'As I remember, you did moan quite loudly.'

That took away Leon's very last pride.

Sigurd slipped the money into Leon's pocket and walked off.

Without even turning back, he said, 'Sigurd is not my real name by the way.'

(4) Meeting

Leon's back hurt. Whenever he tried to make a turn in his bed, it ached. Memories from the previous night still haunted him. He couldn't even leave his room without limping. Surely, his friends would notice and might even laugh at him. The date had gone disastrously and yet whenever Sigurd's face flashed across Leon's mind, his heart started to beat frantically.

Emil dropped by his flat and spent the afternoon doing revision with him inside his room. When he asked Leon about the date, Leon sighed and blushed. What would Emil think of him now? He actually had sex for money. On top of that, he had had sex with an awfully conceited and bold guy.

Still, Leon didn't feel like lying to Emil. As Sigurd had said, he was a terrible liar.

'We…We had sex,' said Leon.

Emil's expressions didn't change. Leon was relieved that his friend wasn't making a fuss.

'Was he any good then?' asked Emil curiously. He would never have sex with anyone. He never had such desires anyway.

Leon couldn't deny it was wondrous. Sigurd completely ravaged him.

'You bottomed?'

That was the only thing that shocked Emil.

'Well, that's not really your style,' said Emil.

'I guess not…'

Leon couldn't concentrate on his assignments. He felt dizzy when he mentioned Sigurd, let alone thinking about him.

'Are you ever going to meet again?' asked Emil.

'I don't know,' said Leon. 'I guess not.'

'I'm glad he didn't hurt you,' said Emil. 'You should quit.'

For once, Emil looked concerned. Leon could tell he was genuinely worried about his safety and well-being.

'You can't afford to skip class every time after a date,' added Emil. 'Plus, letting a stranger bang you is kind of…'

'Dirty, I know,' said Leon.

'No, dangerous,' clarified Emil. 'I really think you should quit this.'

'Right,' said Leon. 'I'll think about it.'

Leon didn't hear from Sigurd again after that date. He still kept his contact in his phone but they never talked to each other. Leon took Emil's advice and stopped cross-dressing or even dating altogether. A semester passed and when it came to Christmas time, Emil invited Leon to sleep over.

'I've got a new video game,' said Emil.

'It's not Mario, right?'

'No!' Emil rolled his eyes.

'Isn't your house a bit…crowded by the way?' asked Leon. As far as he knew, Emil was living with his older brother, his brother's best friend and two more room mates.

'Mathias won't be home tonight,' said Emil. 'Tino and Berwald are staying in Finland for Christmas.'

'And your brother?'

'He's home but I'm not talking to him,' said Emil. 'Pack your bag and drop by at seven tonight.'

'Sweet.'

Leon arrived at Emil's house a bit early. He had got everything ready and even brought along some DVDs. He reckoned they might have a sleepless movie marathon. He rang the bell and soon he could hear the footsteps.

The door was opened gently and standing in front of him was not Emil.

Leon's eyes widened.

'Oh, it's you,' said Sigurd monotonously.

'Who's it, Lukas?' Emil yelled from inside the house. He dashed towards the door and quickly welcomed Leon delightedly.

'Lukas?'

Leon frowned and stared at Lukas.

Lukas stared back.

'What's going on?' asked Emil.

'This is your friend?' asked Lukas suspiciously.

'This is your brother?' asked Leon in astonishment.

'What? You've never seen each other, I suppose.'

And all this time, Leon thought that boisterous, tall guy with blond, spiky hair was Emil's brother.

'This is gonna be interesting,' said Lukas as he leaned against the door frame with crossed arms. A smirk crawled over his face.