Disclaimer: Don't own em, wish I did.

I don't believe this. I'm walking through the door of a loft apartment belonging to a very sexy, leggy, gorgeous redhead. How the hell did I get here? Mark's head spun as he watched the girl lock the door behind them. She turned around, advancing on him like a cat. He gasped as she grabbed him through his pants.

"Follow me," she said, arching an eyebrow and leading him into a bedroom by his scarf. Grinning devilishly, she pushed him onto a chair and handcuffed his hands behind his back. "I'll be right back."

Holy shit, Mark thought hazily. I don't even know this girl's name, and she's already got me tied to a chair.

Moments later, she reappeared the door, wearing one of the sexiest pieces of lingerie he had ever seen in his life. The skintight scarlet lace should have clashed with her fiery hair, but it only served to make her even sexier and heighten Mark's lust. Her hips lazily swung back and forth as she crossed the room to his chair. She straddled him, running her fingers through his hair. "You want me." Not a question, but a matter-of-fact statement. Mark tried to control his breathing, nodding quickly.

The girl ground her hips into his, eliciting a moan from Mark's throat. A smirk appeared on her face. She slid off of him, causing Mark to whimper. Pressing a finger to his lips to silence him, she took a few steps backwards.

What the hell is she planning? Mark wondered, his pants becoming obviously and almost embarassingly tight as he watched her.

The girl turned towards the doorway, gesturing out with a 'come hither' gesture. Mark's cheeks turned beet red as a handsome blond entered the room, grinning euphorically. The redhead pulled him towards her by his belt loops, capturing his mouth in a heated kiss.

Mark turned his head away in embarassment, trying not to watch. A slender hand pulled his face back up. "You are going to watch," she commanded, running her nail under his chin. Only then did he notice her dialated pupils. Oh my god. She's high. As if reading his thoughts, the smirk returned to her face and she moved back over to where the blonde was waiting. She pushed him roughly up against the wall, pressing her body to his. He ran his hands up and down her body, tugging off the scant amount of clothing she was wearing. Mark's cheeks flushed even more as she dragged the jeans off of her muscled partner. I shouldn't be watching this. This isn't right at all.

She pulled the blonde towards the bed. They fell onto it, starting up a passionate rhythm almost immediately. Her eyes bored into Mark's, daring him to look away. The eye contact, paired with the couple's increasingly loud moans, drove Mark nearly to the point of insanity. He watched as the blond thrust faster and harder into her, head thrown back in ecstasy. The pair screamed simutaneously, causing Mark to nearly burst from a strange mixture of incredible lust and embarassment.

The two fell asleep almost immediately from the exertion of their sex and the effects of the drug. "Are you going to just leave me here?" Mark asked loudly, finally finding his voice. No reply.

Shit.

A few hours later, Mark was counting the number of cracks in the wall when he heard a slight groan. The blonde was waking up. He started when he spotted Mark staring at him.

"Sorry," Mark said quickly, averting his eyes.

He heard the blonde slide out of bed and pull on his pants. "Don't be." He ran his fingers through his hair. "It's not your fault. This isn't the first time April has done this to someone." He glanced at Mark apologetically.

"Why do you do it?"

The blonde shrugged. "I'll go along with anything when I'm high. I feel awful when its over though." He crossed the room, unhooking Mark's handcuffs. "How long have you been sitting like this?"

"A few hours."

The guy winced. "Sorry, man. Come to the kitchen and have some food or something."

Mark hoved his hands in his pockets. "Uh, thats really okay, its not necessary."

"Sure it is. Come on."

Reluctantly following the blonde into the kitchen area, Mark sat down. A bowl of Captain Crunch was placed in front of him. "This okay?"

The corner of Mark's mouth quirked up. "Captain Crunch. Most important meal of the day."

The blonde laughed, sitting down with his own bowl. "So what was your name again?"

"Mark."

"I'm Roger. How did you meet April?"

Mark awkwardly picked up his spoon. "Um, well, I wanted to film some stuff, so I went to this bar-"

Roger raised an eyebrow. "How old are you?"

"Twenty-two."

"Whoa, man, you look a lot younger."

Mark laughed bitterly. "Yeah, I got carded at least fifteen times by random guards. Anyway, I was winding my camera, and this girl, erm... April... she came up to me and started talking to me, and then she was sitting on my lap. Next thing I know, she's dragging me out of the bar and bringing me here."

Roger took a bite of his cereal. "Don't judge her by that. She was probably on something. She's a real nice girl normally."

"I believe you." For some reason, Mark trusted Roger.

"So where do you live, Mark?"

"Well, I just got here yesterday-"

"April got you on your first day in New York? Shit, she knows how to pick 'em. Last time it was a sheltered, uptight Christian who was at a bar for the first time in his life."

Mark gaped at him for a moment. "You're taking this calmly."

Roger shrugged. "I guess I've gotten used to it. April hasn't actually slept with anyone but me, though, so its not as bad as it could be."

Even though he didn't understand Roger's logic, he continued his story. "I'm staying at a motel until I can find a place to stay."

Roger's eyes brightened. "Why don't you stay here?"

"Uh, are you sure thats a good idea?"

"Sure," Roger said easily, nodding. "We need to repay you for what we did somehow, and" he laughed, "you obviously don't have a problem with Captain Crunch."

Mark sighed resignedly. "Well, I suppose we could try to make it work. We might not be able to handle each other's living habits. We're two really different people."

Roger waved a hand dismissively. "We can learn to work with it. I think we could be good friends, Marky. Can I call you Marky?"

"Uh, I really don't like-"

"Sounds great." Roger took another bite of his Captain Crunch, chewing thoughtfully. "I don't think you'll be surprised at any of my habits. You've already seen me have sex and took it well, so I think you're well prepared for anything else."

Mark had to laugh. He ate a spoonful of cereal. Oh yes, life will be very interesting from now on.