WARNING: the following story is rated M for being a LEMON. Read at your own risk.

It was a late Thursday night, not usually a good night for business, but tonight was different. The day was Valentine's Day.

I walked by flickering street lights on littered streets. This part of the city was always quiet. All the neon business signs that glared down on me welcomed only those with an unwelcomed past. It was kind of chilly in the sense that I got goose bumps walking around alone.

My gaze tried to lock on to my usual redhead. He was a tall beautiful god that was awfully hard to track down when you wanted him, but would always spout out of the shadows when you least expected. If, out of all the guys I've been with, had to pick a favorite, it would be him. I was consciously aware that I'm just a toy to be used when wanted, though he made me feel like a person and that takes a lot. I was a little more desperate than usually to find him. Who knows who I'll end up with otherwise?

The sky was clouded like a storm was coming, but each stale grey fluff avoided covering the florescent moon. A slick black car pulled silently through a puddle from last weekend's storm.

A little overly excited, I ran to the side window hoping to see those rich emerald eyes. Instead, two frozen sapphires met me. Once I came over the original shock, I gave a seductive smile. This guy had to be rich to have a car like this. It blended in with the shadows themselves as if ready to become an absent figure in the night.

Pale yellow street light soaked both of us, allowing for small exchanges in visual information. He was probably only a year older than me with enough muscle to compensate for any sign of weakness. His long black coat blended in with the car's leather except for the glittering sliver pieces. This look was not uncommon in these parts, many of my costumers dress like this, but he didn't look like he was around here.

What caused his eyes to send a chill with ice into my blood? I figured I would never know. His pose was neutral, one hand on the steering wheel another on the window I was peering through. He wasn't hot, no I wouldn't use that word to describe such a chilling figure, he was more . . . glacial. Then I saw the most fitting aspect of him: his hair.

"How much?" His voice intruded my thoughts.

"For you . . ." I judged my price out of my possible enjoyment. He was muscular, really muscular compared to my twig arms. I was fascinated by his long sliver hair. "$130 for the night."

"Get in," his smile coaxed me. "What's your name?" He asked once I had shut the passenger door.

It wasn't until this moment that I thought that he could be an undercover cop. How my heart sunk. That would explain a lot: the car, the outfit, willingness. I realized I was holding my breath when I came across logic. This guy couldn't be a cop, if he was then he wasn't on duty. "Roxas,"

"Rrrrroxas," he rolled the R temptingly. "I'm Riku." He pulled into a parking lot and got out.

I followed him in my curiosity. "Where are we going?"

He laughed at my ill knowledge. "I'll get us a hotel room, if that's okay?" He looked for my opinion.

What did this guy care? He was just going to fuck me and leave, why did he care about my comfort? "Um, sure?" I was cautious, but not about ready to pass up the chance to get some cash and a bed. Honestly my regular redhead, Axel's his name, he cared about me. Though he did never seem to be there when I wanted him—when I needed him.

"It's okay," he laughed, sensing my hesitation. "I don't bite."

I had never been in such a rich looking room, ever. Not even before everything went wrong. Thin tan curtains splayed across the windows, blocking the darkness from furthering its advance into the glow. Bright incandescent light bulbs shone into every detail like the flash during a photo. This was nothing like the usual back alley, bar room, or trashed car I was treated to. Did something like soft wool carpet exist in TCTNW?

The bed looked plush and wide. Currently, it was very clean. It wouldn't stay that way for long I knew. A bed. Still the thought of a true fabricated substance escaped me. Layers of blankets and pillows the user would never use all of. No holes, no bed bugs, this wasn't like my "room" with my "bed" back at Derail. The color of the sheets was similar, though. They had the same dark brown earthy look. But I believe these sheets were intended to be like this.

I really didn't want to believe it. How could this guy afford a room like this for a one-nighter? Well, I was going to make it count. "Shall we?" I swallowed all the nerves that I had to get the night going.

"Oh, sure," he looked even more nervous.

"You alright?" Usually I wouldn't bother, but I was still getting paid. A talker was just what I needed to rack up cash.

"Um, yeah, it's just . . . you don't need to know." He plopped down on the comforter.

I shrugged indifferently. "It doesn't really matter to me. It's your time." I sat down next to him. "Ears, body, eyes, everything else, it's yours for the night." I ran a hand gently through his snow white locks. The sad part was I wanted him to use me. I wanted to feel something, even if it wasn't real, even if it wouldn't till morning. The strange tugging of this and that, hitting here kissing there and all the force made my night.

His lips were cold and begging for the warmth of interaction. He was the one to make the first move, most of the time they were. The sloppy kisses to the right side of my face left me to act next. I slipped over to straddle him. With one knee on either side of his, I wanted to close my eyes and imagine he was someone else. Each time I denied the inner wanting. I couldn't allow my eyes to shut, not again, not again.

My black t-shirt was pulled over my head in a twisting struggle. My clothes were tight for it attracted more wanting eyes that way. Once my bare chest was exposed, he kissed it up and down like he would. I focused my ways onto his back. Careful not to leave any unwanted marks for later, my fingers trailed down his back. He came up to my eye level just as I had reached his lower back. It was my turn to explore his chest.

Air rushed into my lungs as his fingers found the clasp holding my pants onto me. The next move sent me pinned against the mattress, naked. His icy eyes were warmed up to a frozen fire. This was the part I knew was coming the whole time. I was a toy, always was, always will be. He showed me a nicer side, but that didn't prevent him from getting his way. This was a short change in pace since he had hardened while thrusting. This kind of pain was so typical for me; it wasn't a night without it. The kind of pain that had my whole body crying for mercy as it burned like an eternal inferno no amount of water could cool off.

"Argh!" I cried out arching my back off the bed. Whatever he was crying or moaning or groaning was drowned out of my ears. The warm, oh too familiar, creamy feeling overcame my soreness. Another night, another man, another payday under my red belt.

~Yes! I wrote a lemon! This took me a very long time and I don't think it turned out that well . . . but I did it. Man, do I feel proud of myself. Okay, enough of my rambling. I need some opinions This took so long time for me to come up with that its almost sad. I came up with a ongoing story line for this, but I need to know if someone out there wants to read a drama packed roller coaster ride story following Roxas. There might be better lemons in the future.

~Shikabloom!