A/N: First off, I want to apologize for not being able to update One Night because every time I tried to, it's just doesn't work. (I guessed that's serious writer's block or something.) But don't worry, I will finish it, just please be patient. And I think that this story will help me cure that block.
And if by any chance there's a similar fiction out there, I didn't mean to copy from such. PM me if this seemed too familiar and looked like it was copied or something. It was unintentional.
Warning: Some cussing, slash, you know the drill.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee. This is just fiction. Any similarities with real life situation are just… you know.. fiction.
Summary: There was an underground bidding happening amongst the rich and the powerful in Ohio. It wasn't an ordinary bidding because objects were not the subject of it. That night, Noah Puckerman, the Chairman and CEO of Puckerman Industries was there as one of the spectators. He was just there out of curiosity. But sometimes, things didn't turn out the way you want them to be.
Chapter 1: Object no. 6
"These things are whacked. Who does this kind of things?" Puck ignored that comment from his assistant Maxxie Oliver. They were both inside a small air conditioned cubicle. He swirled the content of his wine glass absently and his eyes were trained at the middle of the room where the next "object" for the bidding would be shown. There was a spotlight illuminating the area at the middle. "Why are we even here in the first place? Are you going to bid like those perverted men?" The petite blonde continued to ask and Puck didn't miss the disgust in Maxxie's voice.
Puck craned his neck at his assistant who was currently sporting a major scowl. "I've already told you that I'm just curious. I'm not planning to bid. Happy?" Puck said as he rubbed the back of his neck. Truth be told, his assistant had his way of making him squirmed but he wouldn't have it any other way. Maxxie was the best assistant anyone could hope for.
Maxxie was about to open his mouth to reply when the bid announcer's voice boomed through the surround speakers.
"Gentlemen, our next object is the last for the night. Bidding starts at three hundred grand."
"Three hundred grand?" Maxxie asked incredulously. Puck didn't hear the rest of Maxxie's comment as his attention was focused at the middle of the room. Two largely built men were holding the "object" on either side of the arms. There was a white silk cloth thrown over the head of the object.
"I still can't believe that these things exist. I thought they only happen in movies." Maxxie said from behind him. Puck couldn't believe it too. When Oliver Queen, chairman and CEO of Queen Industries and his rival, told him that an underground bidding was happening in downtown Ohio and the object of the bidding were girls and guys from different parts of the world, he had laughed it off. But after seeing two Asian girls and three European guys won by unknown individuals, (Puck knew that things like these took importance on anonymity since there was no way that this bidding was legal.) his belief was on a new other level.
"This one is local but I definitely assured you that he would be worth it." The announcer said, interrupting Puck's thoughts. "I now present to you, object no. 6!"
Puck watched as one of the large men took off the cloth from the "object". The object was a guy and he looked so small and vulnerable with his head hanging down from his shoulders. He was only wearing a white tank top and black silk boxers and his skin looked so pale under the spotlight and Puck felt a wave of sympathy.
"We have a five hundred, anyone else?"
"Six hundred fifty." Maxxie read from the LCD screen inside the cubicle where the amount of the bid was shown. Puck heard him snorted in disbelief as he watched the monitor closely. The bidding was raised from six hundred fifty to seven hundred grand to eight hundred fifty then the figures stopped momentarily. Puck's eyes went back at the middle of the room and that was when object no. 6 looked up. Puck's breath was caught in his throat as he saw how beautiful the guy was. His brown hair was obscuring one of his eyes but Puck was sure that those blue eyes were beautiful like his grandpa's painting collections.
"Nine hundred! Anyone else gentlemen?" The announcer said, snapping Puck out of his reverie as he quickly stood up from his chair and grabbed the calculator-like device from beside the LCD screen. He punched in the numbers and it quickly flashed on the screen.
"Cubicle number 14 has made his first bid." The announcer said happily.
"One million? Are you out of your mind?" Maxxie asked incredulously as he tried to grab the device from Puck. "You said you're not going to bid."
Puck took a long breath as he looked at Maxxie. "Can't you see him? He looked like he doesn't want to be there."
"It's none of our business Noah. I'm not going to let you do this. You know that these things don't end up like fairytales."
"I just want to help him." Puck said exasperatedly. He was not really in the mood to argue with his righteous assistant right now.
"Then we will. We will tell the cops about this underground bidding."
"It's not that simple Maxxie." Puck said through gritted teeth as he watched the screen closely. His bid was not yet challenged but he knew that anytime soon, someone would take a bid. He couldn't let them have him. He really didn't know why he wanted to win the brunette, it just occurred to him.
Suddenly, the screen flashed with another bid. One million and two hundred fifty grand. He heard Maxxie gasped behind him but he was thankful that he didn't say anything. Puck quickly punched in again on the device.
"TWO MILLION?" Maxxie shouted. "C'mon Noah, you have too much to drink tonight, let's go home, we still have a presentation tomorrow." Puck ignored Maxxie as his eyes remained glued on the screen. Three or five minutes had passed and the screen showed no sign of changes.
"Two million. Anyone else?" The announcer asked automatically. Puck held his breath as he watched the monitor. "Going once, going twice. Sold! Cubicle no. 14 won object no. 6."
"I can't believe you just spent two million dollars." Maxxie said in a disappointed tone as they both watched the brunette being guided to the room where the winner will take him. "What are you going to do him? Make him your sex slave?" Maxxie asked point blank. Puck's head was beginning to pound so he decided to ignore his assistant.
"Wire them the payment then take the guy to the mansion." Puck said as he grabbed his suit jacket from the chair. "I have to go back to the office to grab some things."
"I still don't get it why you bid for him." Maxxie said as he opened the door of the cubicle and marched out without looking back.
"Me too." Puck said under his breath but one thing's for sure, he knew he couldn't live another day without seeing those blue eyes again.
Tbc..
A/N: So what do you think? Is it worth continuing? And by the way, my knowledge of bidding is courtesy of too many TV shows I've seen. Pardon any mistakes. Thanks for reading.
