Sitting in a chair across from the tall broad shouldered man, Matthew fidgeted nervously, watching him drink vodka straight up. Ivan looked down at him with icy cold eyes which sent a shiver up the curly blonde's spine. Matthew didn't know if he should talk or just keep quiet. "How old are you?" He asked, setting down his drink. Matthew's mouth went dry.

He was always told to look his client in the face when he talked to them but he never realized how hard that would be. "I'm nineteen," Matthew squeaked, his voice cracking due to his restless nerves. Ivan gave a small laugh and took another swallow of his drink.

"How does someone reach nineteen, in this day and age, without being sexually active?" Ivan asked smirking. Matthew blushed darkly and looked down at his hands. Ivan refilled his glass. Still smirking softly as he drank. "Would you like to try a drink?" Ivan held out his glass.

Matthew had never drank before and he had no interest in the strong smelling drink, but the fear of upsetting both Ivan and Sadiq caused him to reach out and take the glass. He held it in his hands and stared down at it. Taking a breath he quickly took a swallow and started coughing. Smiling cheerfully Ivan took the glass before any of his drink could be spilled.

"Burns the first time you drink it but after a while you get used it, but you don't seem like the vodka type, I bet you would like some champagne or something sweeter, da."

"I'm sorry," Matthew was able to whisper out after he finished coughing.

"Don't be sorry. You couldn't handle the drink, no shame in that. But we should get down to business; I would like to know more about you." Ivan took a drink. He set the glass down and rested his arms on the side of his chair. Matthew felt his whole mouth go dry, he had no idea what to say. "Having this sort of job is going to be hard if you are too shy to even look me in the eye. Relax, I'm not going to touch you, I just want to talk for right now."

"Sorry sir…"

"Call me Ivan. Now, why don't you start by telling me what you like?"

"What do you mean?" Matthew asked shyly, he felt like he was messing this up, but Ivan just smiled at him softly and took a drink.

"I don't mean anything sexual. I just want to know more about you before I invest my money. You see I don't just fuck whores, I like to know who they are as a person, I'm a fool for acting like that but it's how I work," Ivan told him and Matthew nodded.

He bit down on his lip and wondered about what it was he did like. "I love to read and cook," Matthew finally said and started to relax.

"There we go, now tell me more."

~Meanwhile~

Lovino glared at the German, all the hate in the world was there, bubbling in his eyes. Ludwig just stood there with the door closed behind his back, his fingers slipped into his pocket and he pulled out his pocket watch and looked at the time, as if being here meant nothing. With a sigh he put the watch away and took a step towards the Italian.

"Stay away from me! Don't even think about touch me you filthy fucker!"

"I'm not going to touch you, in fact I would cut off my own hand before it would go anywhere near you. Don't flatter yourself," Ludwig said. Ludwig was a strong man, with big powerful arms, and a wide chest. He could easily over power the Italian if he got angry enough. Lovino knew this yet his temper didn't allow his mouth to stay closed.

His face turned all red and he realized that he was out of things he could throw. "You're the one who should be flattered! Flattered that I actually have air to spare in order to insult and hate you! I normally wouldn't waste my breath on low life like you," He hissed. Ludwig walked up to him, Lovino took a few steps back but he hit the wall.

"Low life…I will not have some stupid whore tell me I'm a low life. Listen here Lovino; I'm not going to take your shit, and I'm here because I care for Feliciano. If anything where to happen to you it would destroy him. But you need to understand that you are not top dog, you are lower than me, and you are lower than dirt. Don't you dare think that I won't just serve you to the dogs? It is better that I'm here then my brother."

Lovino went silent, back when he and his brother worked as servants, when they were just kids, Gilbert used to harass them. With Feliciano it was just harmless teasing words, but when it came to Lovino, Gilbert was fully determined to bed him. Lovino's shock then turned to rage. "How do you two even know about me being here? They never told you it was me did they?"

"That's not important. What I want to know is how you got here in the first place."

"I didn't know it was a fucking whore house…I thought it was just a hotel and I just wanted a job. They said they would pay the doctors for my services, they never said anything about sleeping with people. To make matters worse they know… they know…" Lovino stopped and looked away. He didn't want to have to finish that sentence.

"To make matters worse they know you're a virgin." Ludwig laughed dryly. "Who have you been saving yourself for? Please don't tell me it was our cook, Antonio, you had a crush on."

"Shut up! A pig like you would never understand."

"A pig like me wouldn't be saving myself for a married man. You know that stupid bastard is too loyal and loving to his wife. He would never risk his marriage to her for you. You saved your virginity for nothing but one-sided love."

"Shut up! Shut the fuck up! I don't want to hear it!" He screeched and covered his ears like a child. Ludwig rolled his eyes before he grabbed the Italian by the wrists, pinning them above his head.

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