Caged Diamond 12

A/N Happy Sunday readers! Thank you for all the follows and favourites and amazing reviews! I really didn't think this was going to get done this week, to be honest, cos I just felt, blurgh! today! Think my sugar was a little low. But here it is, another chapter! Enjoy!

By Wednesday Carlos was in much less pain and he was able to go out into the garden with James, Kendall and Byron again. He didn't feel up to running around though so he sat under the tree, with his head in Byron's lap watching while James and Kendall competed to see who could do the most push-ups. James was winning, partly because he was genuinely stronger and fitter than the blonde and partly because Kendall was far too interested in watching James to put enough effort into his own push-ups. He loved the way the muscles in James' back and shoulders flexed and his biceps were just to die for. The hazel-eyed God quickly realised that Kendall's heart didn't seem to be in the competition. A grin broke out on his face and he glanced up at Byron before switching to snapping his hips forward to grind against the soft grass, fake moans slipping between his lips. Kendall's eyes flew wide open and his jaw dropped just seconds before his arms gave way and he tumbled to his stomach. James collapsed down seconds later, but his was caused by laughter. He rolled onto his back still giggling and watched as his companion's face turned a delicate shade of pink.

"James!" Byron shouted across to him, "Stop teasing, you wicked boy!"

"Awww! But Byron! It's fun!" He retorted, turning back over onto his stomach to view where Kendall lay on his front, his face hidden in his folded arms. James found his embarrasment cute and he desperately wanted to reach out and touch the green eyed boy's pink cheek. Instead he steepled his fingers, rested his chin on his fingertips and stared, smiling, into Kendall's eyes.

"Do I make you flustered Kendall?" He asked, a wicked smile on his face. He bit down on his bottom lip, knowing that it was something that other's found sexy. He tilted his head as he waited to see if the blonde would answer at all. Kendall lifted his head just slightly, James flicked his tongue out over his top lip and Kendall found himself giving a barely perceivable shudder as desire coursed through his body. James noticed it though. Raising himself back up on his elbows, he flicked his eyes back up to see if Byron was watching and if he was showing any sign of negative reaction. He pushed himself up onto his knees, his eyes fixed on Kendall as he slid his hand down his body. He pressed his palm firm to his t-shirt covered flesh and let out a soft moan, spreading his knees as his hand decended. He reached his groin and began to palm himself, his body immediately beginning to react to the physical stimulation and the ideas popping up in his mind. He squeezed harder and rolled his hips forward, a soft growl slipping from his lips making Kendall curse and bite down on his own lip, eyes wide and breath slowing.

"You like that Kendall? Does it make you hot?" He brought his free hand up and slid his finger into his mouth, sucking hard on the digit while pumping it in and out between his pink lips. James' eyes fluttered closed and he dropped his head back, displaying his leather encased neck. Kendall was finding it extremely arousing, but also very confusing. He'd been told to never touch the boy and yet he was coming onto him like this?

"James!" Byron's voice was sharp, cutting through the erotic fog in both boy's heads. "I said stop it!" Pushing Carlos away from him he stood and stomped across the grass to stand between the star and the barkeep. James slowly pulled his finger from between his lips, the suction making a loud 'pop' as he did.

"I'm only teasing him! And I think he likes it! Do you want me Kendall?" He rolled his hips from side to side, his hand moving from his groin to rest on his thigh. He leant forward, hazel eyes burning into Kendall's green as the boy began to push himself up from the ground. "Are you getting hard, Kendall? He asked and tilted his head again. Kendall took a gulp of air and hoped that neither James nor Byron would notice just how hard he was. Byron grabbed at James' chain, pulling the brunette from his knees to stand eye to eye with him. His blue eyes were full of ice.

"I. Said. Stop!" The look on his face and the tone of his voice let James know that he was no longer finding his behaviour in any way amusing. Fuck! He closed his eyes and found his mind filled with the memory of Chris on that bed in the VIP room having his throat slit. All because he gave James a chaste little kiss. He couldn't allow James to encourage Kendall to think he might be able to get close to him. James' face fell, then he gave a soft smile to his friend before dropping his head forward and his shoulders drooped. He'd taken it a little too far. He knew the rules that Kendall would have been informed of.

"I'm sorry, Byron. " The sad tone of his voice almost broke Byron's heart. James was little more than a child, he should be able to do anything he wanted. Flirt with anyone that he wanted to. Byron wanted to take the pair of them to James' room, lock the door and let them just get on with whatever they wanted. But he knew that couldn't happen.

"I think that you should go back to your room now, James. " The boy whipped his head up and began to protest.

"Aww! Byron!" He whined. "We've only been out here for half an hour or so!" Carlos sat himself back up and then wandered over to join them. He didn't really mind spending the afternoon in his room when he was still uncomfortable from his injuries. Kendall was still blushing slightly when he got to his feet. He knew that his erection was probably visable through his jeans and also he kinda felt like it was his fault that James was having to break his outside time short. If he hadn't shown signs that he found James exercising arousing, the hazel-eyed God might not have flirted quite so openly with him. This place was so confusing. Why the hell shouldn't he and James flirt? Why shouldn't he be able to just kiss him senseless? Oh yeah! Rules! The four of them made their way back inside the club and Byron and the two young men headed upstairs while Kendall went to start checking that the bar was fully stocked with the just arrived Lucas and Alyx.

James trailed behind on his chain, still staring at the floor. He had really fucked it up this afternoon, he didn't get why Byron was being so damn uptight about a little bit of teasing. If he'd seen what Byron had seen just over a week before, flirting would have been the last thing on his mind. He waited while Byron locked his chain back to the bedframe and then flopped down on his back, drawing his knees up towards his chest and covering his face with his hands. Carlos was waiting outside the door, watching his friend's obvious sadness.

"James?" Byron leant over him and gently touched his cheek. "What's the matter?" The boy tried to turn away from the caress. He loved his older friend but at the moment, he just... He sighed deeply.

"I just... I want someone. Someone to love me." A tear slipped down his cheek and dripped onto the pillow beneath his head.

"Oh James! Come here, baby!" Byron pulled him into his arms, even though James tried to push away at first, he quickly relaxed into the embrace, wrapping his arms around Byron and resting his head on his shoulder as he sobbed louder. Byron thought that his heart would shatter completely. What could he say to him? Nothing. Only reasure him that he was loved, very much. Even if it was not the kind of love the boy meant. Byron hugged him tight, feeling the boy's tears seeping through his clothing as he tried to comfort him. James kept repeating the word 'Sorry' over and over again as he continued to cry for a good five minutes longer. Finally he managed to grasp control of himself again, little hiccupping sounds as he fought to stop the tears. He slowly pulled back from Byron's embrace, still full of apologies.

"I took it too far." He said again. "Please tell Kendall that I'm sorry for my behaviour. " He looked down at his hands as he spoke, while Byron tried to assure him that it was all fine. "I. I was just feeling a little down today." He gave a deep sigh. "Chris said he was my friend. He said he loved me." He sniffed hard to fight back the tears threatening to fall again, Byron gently ruffled his hair at the back of his neck. " But he left me. And he didn't even say goodbye. " He glanced up at Byron again. The MC didn't know what to say, how could he tell him what really happened to Chris? The poor boy would probably blame himself, he seemed so confused at the moment. Worse than normal. He kept flicking from happy to sad at the drop of a hat, never seeming to be able to be settled unless he was on stage, even his sleep was eratic now, no peace in oblivion for the teen. Something had to change and change soon.

James finally seemed to calm again and lay back down on his bed, adjusting the position of his chain and allowing himself to slip into fitfull sleep as Byron watched him. Standing from the bed he slipped outside the door to where Carlos was patiently waiting for him. The boy smiled when Byron wrapped his arm around the Latino's shoulder after closing, then locking the door to James' room.

"How ya feeling today, Carlos? Feeling better?" He asked. The boy gave a nod and looped his own arm around the older man's waist as they strolled back to Carlos' room.

"Yeah. The pain's nearly gone now." He paused. "I wanna talk to you about some stuff."

Byron smiled and laughed. "Oooh! Stuff! " He opened the door to Carlos' room and followed the boy in, dragging the chair from the corridor in behind him. "What do you want to talk about?" He smiled indulgently at the boy as he sat down on his bed, pulling his feet up and sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed. He gave a sigh before starting and nodded towards the shelf.

"Can you get my bear down for me?" Byron grabbed the fluffy toy and tossed it into Carlos's lap, he unzipped the back and started pulling out the money that was stuffed tightly in there. "So. Do I already have a VIP booked for tomorrow?" He asked. Byron thought about it, frowned and then nodded.

"Yeah, you do."

"Who is it? Not Jett again?" His voice was tinged with a little fear.

"No. Not Jett, thank Christ. Umm?" He paused as he thought about it, he'd taken the booking on Monday."Oh, yeah! Mr Silver. " Carlos recognised the name, but couldn't picture him for a moment. "The older guy who comes a couple of times a year. The one who likes you to call him 'Daddy' when he fucks you." Oh yeah! He remembered him! Actually, he was pretty nice as VIP's go. One of the few who just wanted to fuck a youthful body and not inflict pain. Carlos still wasn't feeling one hundred percent after his time with Jett and he was glad that he wouldn't be getting more of the same so quickly.

"What about next week?" He started flattening out the bills so that he could count them.

Byron watched him intently, then shook his head. "No. No one yet. Why?" Carlos looked up from concentrating on his counting.

"And it's a thousand dollars to have me for a couple of hours, yeah?"

"Yes. And again. Why?" Carlos grinned and gathered a pile of bills together before picking up three ten dollar bills from the larger pile on the bed in front of his folded legs. He held the thirty dollars out to Byron.

"Can you get me a new bear this one is getting too full." Byron took the bills and pocketed them before turning back to the boy. He now held out the thick wad of money out to his friend. Byron took it and gave him a confused look.

"What's this for? A bigger bear! How much is here?" He asked. Carlos' cute face broke into a wide grin.

"That. Is a thousand dollars! I want you to give it to Logan. I want Logan to book me as his whore for the night next Thursday. We both know that Jett will probably have me again on Sunday. Logan won't hurt me. I think he really likes me! And I know that I really like him! And the only way I can be with him, is if he is my client. So I am giving him the money to be with me. So that I can be with him" Byron couldn't help but laugh at the suggestion, but there was no real way for him to know whether Logan would agree with Carlos' idea.

"What if he says 'no'?" Carlos shrugged.

"Just ask him for me, please?" Byron agreed, although he was a little worried about what Griffin would say if he found out about it. He really didn't think the man would approve of one of the boy's he considered to be his property getting too friendly with his accountant. But he couldn't deny Carlos even a tiny bit of happiness if it was available to him. And Griffin would get his money, so why should he complain really?

"OK. I'll ask. I'm not promising anything though!" He carefully folded the money together and put it into the inside pocket of his jacket.

"Let me know what he says, yeah?" Byron nodded.

"Of course! I gotta go check on the dancers now. I spent longer with you two than I meant to. Even though we cut our play time short." Carlos gathered the remaining money up and stuffed it into the bear and handed it back to Byron. He put it back up on the shelf and then turned the television on before leaving Carlos to his cartoons and bed.

Logan didn't come to the club until Thursday night, he sat watching Carlos from his usual place on the end of one of the VIP couches. He was allowed to sit and watch from there because he was employed by Griffin, but any closer interactions he had to pay for and though he was saving, he still had a fair way to go before he would have enough for more of what he had a taste of on his birthday. He was surprised when Byron brought a drink to him that he hadn't ordered, he was only halfway through the beer that he had purchased when he arrived. But the beer was only a means to the end. Byron crouched down next to him as he put the drink on the table in front of Logan and leant forward to whisper in his ear.

"I need to speak to you. Alone." Logan was surprised, he really hadn't had an awful lot to do with the MC. Unless you counted the fact that he had sat on a chair in the room with them while he and Carlos had sex the week before. That had been rather disconcerting, but lust and desire had allowed him to shut out the fact that they weren't alone. And he had been more than a little drunk that night too.

He met the tall man outside, round by the back entrance after the club had finally closed for the night. The full moon hung overhead and a gentle breeze blew as he waited for Byron to join him. He was still a little confused as he waited, but he wasn't scared. Just as most people who worked of frequented Twisted Desires did, Logan was hiding secrets too. As he stuck his hands deep into his pockets he felt the rough fabric of the concealed holster straped against his hip through the lining fabric. Oh yeah. He was perfectly capable of defending himself against anyone or anything that should happen here in this dark alley.

He heard footsteps coming towards him as Byron exited the club and the night guard locked the door behind him. Logan stepped out of the shadows to where the light above the doorway shed a little light. Byron smiled as he stepped closer to him. Logan gave him the shy smile that he knew that he would expect from him, and in truth, he was shy. There were two sides to Logan and when it came to his private life, he really was quite a sweet, shy, gay guy.

"What did you want me for?" He asked Byron as he held his hand out to him.

"Question. Proposition for you." That didn't sound too good. Byron grinned. "From Carlos!"

Logan's eyes went wide. "Oh!" was all he could say.

"He wants to know if you would be interested in being his VIP again?" Byron raised an eyebrow as Logan found himself feeling genuinely flustered. Something about that boy just did something to his body and mind. He seemed so cute, but when he turned his sexy on he sent Logan crazy with lust. Unfortunately, Carlos was an expensive addiction and Logan's salary just wouldn't stretch to it. He gave a sigh and smiled back at the MC.

"I'd absolutely love to! Sadly, I can't afford another taste of his delicious little body just yet. I am saving up for it though!" Then he blushed, realising what that would have sounded like to his family and friends who didn't know the kinda circles he was moving in at the moment.

"And here is his proposition." Byron reached into his jacket and pulled out the money and showed it to Logan. " A thousand dollars. What it costs to hire Carlos' 'delicious little body' for one night. Next Thursday night to be exact. " Logan was highly surprised.

"Where did the money come from? You?" He asked.

"Nope!" Byron popped the 'p' loudly. "This is about two month's worth of tips that Carlos collects on stage when he performs. He wants you. Do you want him?" Logan was slightly taken aback.

"Carlos wants to pay for me to have my way with him for the night?" Byron nodded. Logan laughed and shook his head. "He's gonna pay his own wages?"

"Well, not really. He doesn't actually get wages as such. It all goes towards his upkeep." And it doesn't cost that much to keep a small Latino boy in a barely furnished room with a tv, a wash-basin and a toilet. And even with the amount of corndogs and icecream he ate, it still didn't cost no where near the thousands of dollars a week that he brought into Griffin's pockets. But then, as far as he was concerned, Carlos was his property. His to do with as he wanted. And you did not pay your property wages.

"Do you wanna book him then?" Byron asked, tilting his head in question.

"Yeah! Why not! You have no idea how much it kills me to watch him perform and know that I can't get my hands on him! He's so pretty!" Byron grinned as he shoved the money into the accountant's hand, watching as he tucked it safely away.

"Come see me tomorrow when you come to work and we'll do the paperwork." Logan nodded happily. With all the shit that was going on in this place, Carlos was the one thing that made him truly happy. They shook hands before strolling together to the front of the club.

Byron did offer Logan a lift home, but he declined. He walked off in the direction of the address that he claimed was his home on all the paperwork to do with his life and job working for Griffin. He waited until Byron had driven past him, waving out the window as he headed home to be with his lover, then turned and walked in entirely the opposite direction a soft smile on his lips as he thought about Carlos as he walked to the plush appartment block that his real employer had set up for him. He was a little late back tonight after his chat with Byron and the phone was already ringing of the hook as he came through the door, shrugging off his jacket and dashing over to the counter where the phone sat. He snatched the handset out of the cradle.

"Detective Mitchell." He said.

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Until next week! Allie XXX