Disclaimer: I obviously don't own this.

THERE'S SPOILERS FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER IN THE AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE BOTTOM. BEWARE.

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"M-master!" Allen choked, sitting up and away from the man. The last thing he'd ever been expecting was for The Cross Marian, his Master and womanizer, to walk in on him while attempting to make a little extra cash. But here he was, apparently as God's way of saying "expect the goddamn unexpected".

The redhead made no move to pull the man away, or do anything. In fact, he stood in the doorway, frowning. His eyes were glazed over and Allen immediately recognized him as being drunk. He reached down to the floor and grabbed his underwear, sliding it into place and getting off the bed.

Cross still hadn't moved. It was just… unsettling.

"Master? I was just… um?" The glanced up from the floor, expecting to see so much anger that it would set him on fire in the other's eyes, but there was nothing. He was completely blank.

"Boy, get the fuck back here." Came a command from behind him, the debt collector glaring intensely at Cross. Allen wasn't exactly sure what to do. He couldn't just let his Master watch, but he wouldn't kick him out of the room. And he couldn't drag him away; the debt collector would be mad…

Biting his lip, he grabbed Cross' sleeve and pulled him into the hallway, much like a mother would do to a misbehaving child, and quietly excused himself with a smile.

"Master, how much did you drink?" He'd never seen Cross so drunk that he couldn't speak or make eye contact. He waved his hand in front of his eyes, checking to see if there was any reaction. None. Cross had begun mumbling nothings, Timcampy popping out of his sleeve. "Master!" Allen hissed, tugging at said man's sleeve until he glanced downwards. "Master, what happened to you?"

There was a grumble, and Cross broke away from the boy's grip, turning, and almost tripping in the process, to walk back down the hallway. "Uh, sir?" Allen called as Cross fell against the wall, steadying himself with his forearm.

"Idiot…" It was surprisingly clear considering how drunk he must have been to let alcohol claim him. With that, he continued his attempt down the hallway and towards the stairs. Oh. Stair. Allen cringed and was about to run after the man when he finally realized that he was in a pair of boxers with another couple a few doors down staring at him.

"Ah! I'm sorry! Really, sorry!" He apologized, bowing for empathize his apology. Giving Cross one more glance, and watching as his head collided with the door in an awkward attempt to open the door, Allen frowned and sent a piteous look before ducking back into his room.

"I'm sorry," he found himself apologizing to the man once he'd come back into the room. He walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge as the man sighed.

"You ought to fucking pay me for how much this sucked," he growled, turning away from Allen as he closed his eyes. It hadn't been intentional. Hell, what kind of kid wanted their guardian to walk in on them whoring themselves?! Not Allen!

"I- I'm sorry about that, I could start over if you'd like…" He whispered, gaze locking on the bed sheets rather than the still-hard and naked man in front of him. It was the least he could do for having Cross interrupt them… right?

"No," he smirked, dragging his body closer to Allen. "We should just get to the 'fun' part. It'll end up hurting, though. I was planning on being nice to your small body," Eyes wandered up and down Allen's frame, making him shift uncomfortably on the bed. "But that sucked. Pun intended. If your gonna be a whore, have the decency to give a good blowjob, boy."

Allen was blushing and squirming on the bed, trying with all his might not to look at the man who was still staring him down. "Didn't hurt that bad afterward, did it? It's be a shame if you were in pain later on…" he continued, grabbing the boy's wrist and flipping him onto his back roughly. "No answer? No preference? Nothing?" The debt collector asked with a smirk on his face, running his free hand down Allen's stomach until it rested above his naval. "I want an answer…" he breather into the ear of the boy underneath him.

"I… Is there a way to make it less painful…?" He sheepishly asked, snapping his eyes shut to avoid the shame a staring at another man.

"Why, of course. Do you think I want to hurt you?" He asked in a slightly sarcastic manner; voice husky. Allen's breath caught, he anted this over with and it was getting dragged on and on. His cheeks flushed and he looked to the side. Timcampy was there… Shit. Even if Cross didn't remember this later on, Timcampy would show it to him!

"Uh, sir. I'll go get lotion from the bathroom, if you'd like." He whispered in hopes of his idea getting approved. If he could get Timcampy in the bathroom and shut the door, he'd be set.

"No, get the conditioner. It's better." The man licked along his throat, hand drifting lower to grab his flaccid cock. Allen yelped, hips bucking slightly into the touch. But before the other could continue, he pulled himself away and motioned for Timcampy to follow him into the bathroom.

"Tim!" He hissed once the door was shut. "Why did you come back? You should make sure Cross' alright!" Allen scolded the golem as he put his plan into action; reaching over the edge of the bathtub to grab the small bottle that the hotel provided. The golden ball fluttered around frantically, and Allen closed the curtain around it, hurrying out the door before the golem could follow.

Sighing as he walked back over to the bed, he laid himself down in a comfortable position and let the man do as he pleased. His legs were lifted around a pair of bony hips and the bottle was uncapped. Taking another breath as a finger was pushed inside him, Allen whimpered and shut his eyes. He could practically hear the man above him smirk, and it didn't really help at all. But then a hand came down between their bodies and began stroking him, and Allen couldn't help but cry out. And judging by the satisfied noise the other made, he knew he should act the vocal type for him.

"Ya' like that, hm? That's good, because the next part will hurt," Another warning, well, how nice of him. Another finger was pressed in and Allen wiggled his hips around, drawing the finger deeper in the process. There were nails scraping around inside of him, rubbing over the walls and it hurt. Did he ever bother cutting them? Or even filing them? At the end of the thought, his hips bucked forward, something inside him snapping as he felt liquid coat his stomach.

"Never been touched there, huh?" The man was beyond amused, mostly at Allen's expense, and the boy found himself extremely flushed, trying to look away as he felt another finger enter beside the others and slowly, they began to scissor inside of him. Fuck… it hurt.

There was a sigh from above, and the fingers were removed, replaced by something larger. As he pressed in, Allen's back arched into the pain, intent on getting it away from him. "Hn, ah!" He whimpered, head thrashing against the pillow as his back refused to drop back against the bed. Once the man was fully sheathed, he pulled back and snapped forward, giving Allen no time to give any sign of protest. He was his whore after all…

"Shit, you're fucking tighter than before…" He breathed as Allen listened to the insistent slap of skin on skin when he pulled in and out, in and out…

It took all of two minutes before the man reached completion, spilling inside Allen for the second time. The next second the man was getting dressed. He pulled an envelope out of his suit's pocket and left it next to Allen's still form, not even bothering to check if the boy was alright.

Once the door quietly closed, Allen sat up and grabbed the envelope. His heart dropped. There was only fifty dollars in it, a not next to it reading, 'If you don't get better at this shit, you won't even be worth that much'. There was no name signed, not that it mattered anyway, but Allen felt himself tear up. Maybe he really wasn't cut out for this.

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Annnd, another chapter! Yay! My next task is to update TC, but I have other things to do ;D (Lavi/Bak and Kanda/Allen) The Kanda and Allen one will be posted by the end of the week, so yeah.

And just a little to say about chapter 188:

OH MY. I was so happy when it was released early, that I wrote half of this. But POOR, POOR Kanda. He had to beat Alma until Alma couldn't regenerate anymore D: That's horrible! His only friend and he was convinced that he killed him D: And I kinda think that's why he won't let Lavi call him "Yuu-Chan". That's so cute and sad at the same time. Before the chapter came out, there was two raw scans up somewhere on LJ and it was the pic of Kanda on the floor with Alma and his sad face. :[ I felt so bad. (BUT the Chibi Kanda was uber adorable ^^)

Now I'm gonna go and re-read a bunch of the manga so I can take in everything in a completely different way than the first time. *sniff*