"That boy, take me away, into the night

Out of the hum of the street lights and into a forest

I'll do whatever you say to me in the dark

Scared I'll be torn apart by a wolf in mask

Well I have brittle bones it seems

I bite my tongue and I torch my dreams

Have a little voice to speak with

And a mind of thoughts and secrets"

-Candles by Daughter

It's been three weeks now since John decided to start selling himself.

In those weeks he's been able to buy Harry and himself some new clothes, food and was even able to pay the rent in advance. Things had gotten marginally better, he's still way off from getting Harry into a rehab center but he was certain he would get there.

At the moment John was on his knees giving an unknown man a blowjob.

When he first started he had almost puked because the stranger had rammed his cock right down his throat with no disregard for his gag reflex. Which was a surprise for him because when he was younger he was able to deepthroat anytime. (And pretty damn well, by the way his ex loves used to scream his name.) Needless to say he didn't get payed.

Now he had gotten better (or better said, remembered how to do it).

He can now deepthroat without gagging or spitting out bile. He must admit it took him a while to remember how to shut down his gag reflex and go with the flow.

When he was younger John was a bit of a heartbreaker, he would have a new girlfriend or boyfriend every week. Releasing his pent up frustrations with them in the form of sex. Don't get him wrong.

John was top of his class and would prefer to study rather than going partying with his mates, but that was his way of releasing the anger and tension his home life brought him. The same goes for when he was in the army.

He even had a nickname for that very reason: "Three Continents Watson". Given the nickname, he was pretty sure he was good in the sack or at least good at giving head.

The man in front of him was getting close, he could tell by the way his bollocks were twitching in his hand.

He had a rule when doing these things and that rule was, "We're not doing shit if you don't have a condom on". Pretty simple, if he was gonna do this, he was gonna stay safe. So when the man finally did cum, he came in the condom and not down John's throat. Fuck that. He wasn't getting any kind of STDs today, thank you very much.

He got off of his hurting knees to stand in front of the man to receive his payment. The man was tucking himself away when he spoke.

"Ya'ah got ya self a damn good mouth on ya luv, es like fucking a pussy." With those words he turned to leave.

"Wait a damn second! This wanker didn't give me my money!", John thought as he grabbed the man by the arm with his right hand and pulled him back.

"You're not leaving until you give me my money 'luv' ", John said giving the man's arm a painful squeeze. "Let go of meh, ya crazy fuck! I ant giving ya shit", the man yelled as he tried to swing at John.

Wrong move.

John released the man's arm and caught the sorry excuse of a punch with his left hand, grabbing and then twisting until he heard a satisfying pop.

The poor sap fell to the dirty concrete floor in a heavy heap as he cried out in pain. "MA ARM!YA BROKE MA ARM!", "No, I dislocated it. You'll be fine! So stop your whining.", John said calmly as he reached down to grab the man's wallet. Taking everything inside. If he hadn't tried to hit him he would have happily taken what he had asked for, but nope. This man wanted to be a complete wanker, he would learn his lesson.

John stood and limped off with all the poor sod's cash, in search of his next client. Unaware of the pair of dark eyes watching him leave.

"What a lovely man", Jim said to himself as he watched the man with hair the color of silvering gold, and skin hinting bronze. He was a small man, but compacted by what he could see from the tight green shirt and dark, black jeans that did wonders to his plush bum.

Jim was interested to say the least, which wasn't that common for him, since he could have anything or anyone he wanted. But this man had something, something dark and beautiful. It gave him chills just thinking about it.

The way his eyes glinted when he heard the dislocation in the man's arm.

The small turn of his lips, when the man screamed out in pain, fallen and twisting on the floor.

It was quite a sight; He was quite the sight. He wanted him. And he would make him his.

John was standing in the street under the street light, trying his best to look appealing to anyone who would want to have a piece of his arse.

A pretty lady came around looking interested in a good time when a man in fancy suit came up into his line of view. He was taller than himself, but most men were so that was no surprise to him. He was a handsome man; pale complexion that contrasted beautifully with his dark eyes and hair.

"Hey there sweet stuff, how much for that lovely tush?". The stranger said in a light Irish accent.

"Depends on what you're thinking about having, but just so you know, I don't come cheap.", John said with a wink, trying his hardest to sound seductive .

The man smiled wide, looking a bit crazy with his dark brown eyes hinting at something dark and twisted.

"Oh, that won't be a problem sweetheart." The man said dragging out the "R".

John had a nagging feeling in his gut, but it looked like the bloke had cash, cash that he needed right now, if he wanted to get Harry better. Even though his gut was screaming at him that this was a bad idea, that he should just walk away and look for someone else...

"Ah fuck it." He smiled right back, "Really now?". Sealing the deal with no form or way of coming back.

"I hope you don't mind if we do this in the ally do you? I'm in a bit of a rush", the man said tilting his head to indicate the ally by the side.

That was at least a good idea.

If the bloke did end up being crazy like he suspected and shanking his arse to kingdom come, he would at least be able to call for help on the crowded street if he needed to. Or be a savage and beat the shit out of him, then run like hell. The man didn't look too tough, but then again he couldn't really tell when the man was wearing a suit.

"Wherever is fine with me as long as I get my money; Oh, and you wear protection, not that I'm assuming anything, just as a precaution" John said with a nervous chuckle, "With that, you'll have yourself a pretty, damn good night", John finished, giving the man a flirtatious smile.

"Not a problem love" The stranger said.

John, not noticing the stranger's face darkening for a flash.

He began heading for the alleyway. Following the stranger into the darkness, he mentally prepared himself for the inevitable.

Constructive criticism is always welcome.

I'll update when I can.

Thanks for reading, until next time...