Again.

Again the same cold morning, the same emptiness. His partner left early, he fell asleep after that and woke up in the cold hotel room, alone. He got up from the bed and got dressed, just like every night before that. He smiled to himself as he saw the reflection on the mirror. The same as yesterday, the same as always – lost, alone, hurt.

Then something different from the usual routine happened. Just like few days ago, when he ran into Keigo and then met Tezuka.

It seemed as if his life was changing, against his own will.

That something different wasn't the sudden ringing of his phone. It was the person that was calling him. Ryoma stared at his phone and after moments answered it. He was sure that it was just another client.

"Hello."

"Echizen, is that you?"

Ryoma almost dropped the phone from his hands. He couldn't believe it. He admits that he gave Keigo his number and other information, but to actually think that he would call… Ryoma was sure that he wouldn't do that, but it seemed that his assumption was wrong.

"Atobe? Why are you calling?" he might as well act all innocent and pretend.

"Are you free right now?"

"Not really. Why?" Ryoma wanted to lie and say that he's with someone, that right now he's having the time of his life. But the words stuck in his throat and didn't come out. For some reason his mouth refused to lie to this man. And again those eyes showed up in front of him and again he felt something that he hadn't felt so long.

Guilt.

"Meet me in front of the hotel you are in after ten minutes." and that was all he said to him before hanging up.

Ryoma blinked a few times before the words sank in. It was unexpected to actually receive a call from him, but now he wants to meet again.

Why?

To ask Ryoma to stop what he is doing or to use him, just like all the others before? The second one was impossible, even Ryoma knew that. Keigo was married with some high class girl and was living a perfectly happy life, but probably only on the outside. It's always like that for the rich.

The ten minutes passed by fast as he was thinking about such things and wondering why was he wondering about them. Just after seeing Tezuka and Keigo he started to act strange. Even if it was only a few days ago something changed then, but he didn't know what.

The moment Ryoma stepped over the doorstep Keigo was already in front of him, looking at him. Ryoma nodded in acknowledgement and looked straight into those challenging eyes. In the next moment he was already pushed into the black car and once again he didn't protest, just followed.

They drove in silence and the only sound was the humming of the engine and the traffic noises outside of the car.

"Why are you doing this?" a question that cut through the silence.

A question that Ryoma couldn't answer, that he was afraid to answer.

Keigo looked at Ryoma, eyes scanning him and at the same time searching for an answer. Since all he got was silence Keigo asked again, but this time his voice was commanding:

"Why are you doing this, Echizen?"

Ryoma flinched hearing Keigo's voice. He slowly turned his head to look into Keigo's eyes and asked in return:

"Why? Why do you want to know? Tezuka asked you or you just don't have anything better to do?" Eyes still looking into Keigo's, voice emotionless as always and his words cold.

"No. I just want to understand." And truly, his eyes were telling the same thing. But Ryoma had learned that trust only leads to pain, Tezuka proved that to him once and that one time was enough. The rest of the regulars weren't better. They didn't believe him no matter how hard he tried to explain it and no matter how many times he swore that it wasn't his fault.

In the end they still believed Tezuka, not him.

"I won't tell. It has nothing to do with you."

"Then let me buy you." It seemed that Keigo already knew that Ryoma would refuse.

But it still surprised Ryoma when he heard it. And the small laugh coming from Keigo meant that it showed on his face.

"You know my price."

Keigo just looked at him and said: "I know, Ao-chan." And laughed at the irritated face that Ryoma made.

Ryoma never thought that he would show his expressions on his face again, but this man, Atobe Keigo, pulled the out of him. Just the thought of someone like Keigo, being capable of doing that, in the state that he was in, was unbelievable.

Why was he affecting him so much? What was so special about the rich man?

Just half an hour later they could be found in one of Keigo's houses, making out on the bed covered in lavender colored silk sheets. Pants echoed through the empty room as they remover all their clothes, breaking the kisses only for short moments.

"Aren't you married or something?" Ryoma asked, while Keigo was taking off his shirt, while sitting on top of him.

"Midori doesn't care, besides, we will divorce soon." And he leaned to steal another kiss from Ryoma.

This time Keigo's hands started to explore Ryoma's chest and stopped at his nipples. A gasp escaped through Ryoma's mouth, into the kiss. Ryoma wrapped his hands around Keigo's neck and moaned as one of his nipples was pinched, hard.

Keigo smirked as his other hand went lover and found Ryoma's half erect member and touched it lightly on the head and earned another gasp from Ryoma. He started to move his finger up and down lightly touching the now fully erect organ and sucked one of his nipples.

By now Ryoma was already lost in pleasure. How could Keigo make him lose himself this fast with only kissing and touching? Why could he fill Ryoma's cold heart with warmth so great that it was overwhelming?

The ministrations stopped and Ryoma whimpered at the loss of touch and the feeling of skin rubbing against skin and the warmth that Keigo radiated.

But he forgot everything as Keigo entered him fast and hard. He screamed as Keigo kept ramming into him with such force and hitting that one sport every time, over and over again.

Ryoma's moans became lauder and louder with each trust and he felt so close to the edge. Few more thrusts and Ryoma saw white as came, covering his stomach with semen. In response to his muscles tightening around Keigo's member he too came inside Ryoma and collapsed on top of him, smearing Ryoma's semen between them.

They both were panting hard and their sweat covered bodies were so hot that it was almost unbearable to lie so close to each other, but at the same time it felt so good.

Ryoma was already falling asleep when Keigo heard him mumble something quietly to himself before falling asleep. He decided that it wasn't anything important and also fell asleep.

"This is the warmth that I was searching for."

A/N: I know, I know. It was a very short chapter. -.-

I wanted to write it longer, but my free time has shortened a bit since I have this BIG project at school, so I won't be updating or uploading oneshots till the end of next week. :3

P.S. I hope the lemon scene was acceptable, since I'm not too good at writing lemons.

And thanks to all the people that reviewed! :3

It really makes me happy that you like this fic! :3

(As you can see I'm still addicted to that emoticon. :D)