AN: I will be honest, this was simply a scene I saw in my head and I have no idea if I want to turn this into a fic or not. So for now I will leave this as "incomplete" until I make a decision.
-Commodity-
A gloved hand gently pressed down on the soft cheek before him, belonging to a sleeping redhead. Well, more accurately, a unconscious redhead. His pale skin held many dark bruises, and his lips were swollen and sullied. He was, in a way, very beautiful. More than enough so to warrant the tug of desire that rushed across the blond's leather clad skin.
He would have him, but not tonight.
The redhead was a whore, a commodity in the dirty city in which they lived. He was a money machine, and the blond owned him-a recent acquisition at that, from an individual who owed him. Well, "had" owed him.
He handed off the other whores to those in his company to do as they wished, but this one...this one he kept himself. No other would touch him, would look at him or think of him unless the blond allowed it.
His blue eyes darkened as they viewed the bruises that trailed down the pale back and to his hips, buttocks and thighs. When he was given to clientele again—after he was properly washed, cared for and cleaned up to present the worth that the blond saw in him—there would be rules for those willing to pay the price of fucking him for a night. The blond, for one, would be the only one allowed to mark his face, or leave marks on that perfectly sculpted ass. He smirked as the redhead whimpered in his sleep at the fingers that trailed over him.
Oh yes, this new business would not only be lucrative, but very, very enjoyable.
-End?-
Disclaimer: I do not own or make money from the anime death note.
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