Sorry sorry! Long time I know! This was fun to write! Hope you like! And Oliver is based after Beekwhys 2p!England~

3. Hustler

I get beside women all men desire,
Crazy with passion I'll never be tired,
Money's no good to me 'cause lovin's my game,
I don't need no trouble and I'll show you no pain.
I move like a lover, so silent and swift,
Screamin' women love me, just can't resist
I can't be bought, your payoff's no good,
So lock up your women, like you know you should.

My eyes were locked on his for a solid thirty seconds or so before I broke away and ran a hand through my hair. This was too crazy. I felt the bass start to keep pace with my heart.

The lights flashing through the curtain was making me see things. I felt, dizzy. I rubbed my head some more trying to clear my mind. Then it hit me…I knew this feeling…I had forced it on myself many times. I turned to see Mathieu was sitting right next to me and my haze was growing. Could I really believe that a man could be beautiful?

The DJ threw down a Laid Back Luke track, Show Me Love. I snorted, how fitting. I put my hand between us as my eyes crossed. He stopped and waited for me.

"I need a minute," my words were slurred. Yup. He had slipped something in that wine. I knew it. The way my heart thudded, and me fresh out of rehab…fuck.

"That's fine," his breath was so close to my neck my skin tingled and my body shivered in response. I could hear his lips turn into a smile.

"Don't say it," I whispered afraid and vulnerable in this state.

"You have a secret." He said it anyway. I tried to growl, but it came out as a whimper. I felt his hand on my wrist and he stood me up.

"Where we goin'," I blinked hard twice as the shift in gravity jarred my head.

"Dance floor. We should finish talking business," I didn't have the know-how to protest.

The sounds hit me again and the lights disoriented me and I winced as the strobes hit. I felt a pair of glasses lower over my eyes and I watched his face flicker with concern for just a moment.

"Thanks," I mumbled.

"Any time," he smirked. Did this man have a soul? Oh crap, was he the Devil? Ugh, my brain wasn't working. The people watched and stared at me as we entered the dance floor. The bass was rumbling through my body and I swore I could see the music in the lights reverberating off the people, walls, and mirrors. It was a blur. The high. I felt his hands guide my hips. I chuckled inwardly. This guy underestimates a NYC former club King. I moved them on my own and I heard him gently laugh to himself.

"So business, what about it?" I asked my Brooklyn accent taking over. I had to admit, it could get very thick at times so I was shocked that he could understand me.

"Very simple; I wish to sign you, as long as you can come up with your own music. Nothing that lead guitar player of yours writes, it sucks." His lips brushed my ear. I was starting to notice a trend in the dancers next to us. Boy and boy girl and girl, the occasional boy and girl…or were they really…my head hurt.

"So, you want me to write shit again," I mumbled inhaling as the breakdown came in the song and my eyes closed breathing his unusual scent in.

"Yes, I do."

"Mrghhh, why," I hesitantly put my hands on his waist and at feeling his muscles beneath me tense, I pulled him closer. Let's see how he does when he's lost control…to me…a Master. I smirked as I watched his eyebrows raise and his eyes flicker over my face.

"Because I enjoy your music, Alfred. It's pure, unlike you," I heard his French dialect wrap around my full name like silk. He was so close, smelled so good, damn it. He wasn't shying away anymore. I felt something under his shirt, another shirt? Something was there. I tightened my grip to try and figure is out but he snapped me out of that idea when his hips became flush with mine and the beat picked up again. We were dancing.

"Damn," I whispered swallowing hard. He had to be at least an inch taller than I was. More reasons to hate him. And he was younger. Reason number two. I probably had fifty reasons to hate this guy grinding me like some bitch in heat. I swallowed hard, but, my hands wandered up his strong back and then back down to above his ass.

"Do you like what you feel?" His cheek was resting slightly higher on my own. If I looked out of the corner of my eye, I could see his lips smirking. I thinned my mouth out and ignored the feeling in my gut.

"I don't know what to feel, you fucking drugged me."

"Oh Alfred, just to loosen you up, though, if you accept my offer," his lips ducked out of view and I gasped in shock. His mouth was on my neck; his mouth was on my neck. Oh good shit. I counted to ten, "I'll have you loose in no time."

I sneered and swallowed again, "Fuck you."

"I would be very happy to allow that to happen."

"You are a sick, twisted man my friend."

"You are just as sick and twisted…Mr. M."

"Mr. M?" His violet eyes reappeared in front of my face and I was practically snarling," What the fuck does that mean?"

He blinked slowly lifting the side of my shirt and pressing on my hip bone. I groaned unexpectedly and his eyes lit up. On the next press, I felt his nail and I tried to growl, but it came out like a purr. This guy…he knew…I watched his face revel in my secret.

"You will become the M…to my S…" He stopped pressing and left my hip alone, but my body was screaming more. WHY?!

"You think I'm a masochist? You're so wrong…I love tying girls up…" I tried to stand straighter, but it was hard on the dance floor. We were too close together.

"Hmm…Liar…Your secret fantasy, is right in front of you," I felt his fingers gently brush under my chin. I tried to pull away. "Don't," he whispered. I felt the glasses protecting the fear and doubt in my eyes rise above my head and his hands lightly caressed my face.

"Stop…please," I managed to croak out.

"But you don't want me too."

"Yea, yes I do."

"Sign the contract; we don't have to move fast, I can be slow."

"Drugging me on the first day I meet you is slow?"

"You can't have it all your way city rat."

"What did you just call me moose brain?"

"See, you like me."

"No, I should deck you."

"You won't," I felt his lips at the corner of my mouth, "because if you do, your fantasy will end." His voice was a dangerous whisper, almost without emotion. My hands gripped the front of his shirt. I was trembling. My eyes were squeezed shut again and I heard his husky laugh. Oh dear God, this man.

"I'm going to kiss you, and you will enjoy it," the music shifted again and I opened my mouth to protest but it was quickly captured by his. I slammed my lips shut, clenching my teeth breathing heavily through my nose. My eyes were wide open watching him. His eyes were closed, concentrated. He was sure he was going to win. I wouldn't let him. I stood there, letting his tongue tease my lips, letting him nip and tug my lower one. I heard a rumbling from his chest and his gorgeous forehead wrinkled in frustration. I couldn't hold him off for long. He was beautiful. Dangerous, had my career balls in a vice, but beautiful.

He finally pulled away from me. I glared at him and I watched his confidence slip. Suddenly, right before me he blushed; rejection had cracked his dick-headed front. His eyes were telling me he was trying in his brain to rationalize what had just happened. He was confused, anger was definitely there, but there was a trace of a few emotions I knew well, hurt, loneliness, sadness. He wasn't looking at me, but rather around, anywhere but me.

"You, you don't have to sign that contract," He finally said in a quiet tone, "I'll draw you up a new one, and we can start over."

"Okay," I replied automatically. We were standing in the center of the dance floor. The lights flashed over the both of us and the song playing was so, hypnotic. I don't know what got into me. My heart pounded, my pulse raced. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards me and I slowly pushed a stray lock of hair out of his face. His eyes were wide, and scared? I let my hand tug out the ponytail holder keeping his hair back and I flicked it across the crowd.

"You want to know my secret?" I leaned towards him pulling him to me with a controlled force.

"Oui," he exhaled.

"Hustlers que vous me tourner sur," I pressed my lips against his and kissed deeply. I could feel him tense at not being in control. Damn you, let me in, I'll sign if you show me you're not a monster, I pleaded in my head. I felt his hands on my arms tighten and then they wrapped around my neck and pulled me closer. His mouth opened slightly and I licked his bottom lip, nipping briefly. I could feel his fingers twisting through the back of my hair and I smirked, this guy wasn't as tough as he thought. I plunged my tongue into his warm mouth and started exploring, licking, pressing, against his own. Then it happened, I felt his grip tighten and his tongue lashed out at mine. We kissed faster, wilder, fighting for control. When he pulled me away he pulled by the back of my hair and I snarled at him. His eyes shifted back to the VIP area and I led the way. The young woman didn't even need a hint. She dropped the curtain and left. I was thrown down onto the couch again and he crawled over me kissing up my neck and finding my lips again.

I still had trace muscle from before rehab, so as he pulled my shirt off, my slightly darker tone, standing out in contrast with his pale hand, his look of surprise at a very finessed six pack was an ego boost.

"Like whatcha see?" I asked with a devilish grin mimicking his question from the dance floor.

"Tch, I'd like it if what I see is quiet," his mouth crashed on mine again. We continued like that, me shirtless, fighting for dominance on a beige leather couch in the middle of what I was sure now a private gay bar. I moaned as his teeth grazed my stomach and tongue teased behind my pant-line.

"I'll, I'll sign," I was trying to guide him lower, my hands on his head gently.

"You will?" His eyes snapped back up to mine.

"Yea…I will…" I let my thumb slide along his perfectly chiseled cheek bone.

"Good," he came back up and over me pushing me down with his intense gaze. I felt his finger hook in my mouth and I sucked slowly, letting my tongue swirl around it. The only reaction this brought to his face was his eyes widening.

"Such a Masochist, you know you want me to do horrible things to you," he took his finger back and used it to tease my nipple. I squirmed.

"No…I don't, but what was in that contract," I made a "holy shit" face.

"You'll love it," he whispered.

"Yea…but…" I pushed myself back into a sitting position and resting a hand on along his face, "How do you know what I like, Mathieu?"

At the sound of me saying his name, and pronouncing it properly, I saw the humanity within him. And what I saw was a scared, young man, who was just like me, and that was my answer. He leaned into my touch and covered my hand with his own, thinking.

"Because…we're alike…you and I."

"You're a Hustler for talent and sex," a sly smiled slid across my lips. His face became serious and he slammed my wrist next to my head along with pressing the other one down. He was strong, I couldn't move him…I struggled for a moment and quickly realized, this guy must be ripped under that shirt. I bucked my hips so he was caught off balance. I didn't try to get away but I did lean up to kiss him softly.

"I'm a Hustler for talent…" his bit down on my lower lip and I yelped like a kicked puppy. I could taste the blood and a thrill rushed through my veins.

"What are you for sex?" I waited in anticipation for the answer.

"Just a man, who knows what I want…now shut up…" he raised my hands above my head and I felt the snap and lock of metal. My head spun…cuffed…he meant business.

"And what if I don't," I challenged. I felt a knee in my crotch pressing down hard, I winced.

"You'll be punished." Before I could protest, he was kissing me again. Now that was a high I was going to get addicted to, and fast.

Hustlers que vous me tourner sur = Hustlers like you turn me on