Hello everybody^^ This is the prologue of a new AU-story I am currently working on,I guess you all have read the summary, so I'm skipping that part :P

Disclaimer: I do not own anything, sadly.

Pairing(s): FrUS (mainly), MonacoxHungary, one-sided PruHun

Warnings: Slash, sex, some drugs and more than two idiots trying to find their fortune. Also, I'd like to state that English is not my native language, so whenever you find a grammar mistake, please tell me! :3

Have fun n_n


Francois is on the way to his atelier when he sees him.

Well, he is not really on his way to his atelier; he stopped by to greet one of his two best friends Gilbert in his club, pleased to meet his other best friend Antonio there too. Sitting on his bar stool, sipping a free drink- delicious as always; Gilbert mixes them himself and he is the best bar mixer in town- and looking around without a fix target- at least until he sees him.

He dances to a dirty dubstep, lost in the music and all sunny smile with shiny, sharp white teeth and bright, azure eyes behind thinly-framed glasses. Francois catches a glimpse of golden, wild hair with a stubborn cowlick and knows that he wants him, desire settling deep and heavy in his belly.

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"I don't kiss on the lips," Alfred-which is the name of his beautiful stranger, he learns- tells him smoothly and already loosens Francois' tie with quick, strong fingers, his smile dazzling and wide. "Anything else- go wild. Be careful of the glasses though, will ya? Nice, thanks. Let's get it started then, huh?"

He is American and Francois is stricken, fascinated by this man who kneels down in one quick motion on the dusty floor beneath them, opens Francois' trousers while chatting amicably and painfully superficial. Then he stops talking and bends forward to wrap his lips around Francois' cock, taking him in without hesitation, warm, broad hands resting on his hips and Francois watches him, trembling and burning and he knows that he wants more than this, knows that he needsmore than this and even though he doesn't need a prostitute to get pleasured, never did, he finds himself saying "Come with me in the hotel on the corner of the street" when he's flushed and satisfied, his knees weak in the afterglow.

"'Kay," Alfred says with a sunny smile, wiping white blotches from his lips, and that's the beginning.