Friction

A fish out of water. Rather, a fish out of water, battered, and currently frying in oil, was the only comparison that came to Sen's mind as he wandered through the decaying streets, littered with filth some might graciously call people and a foul odor that was some unpleasant mixture of decomposition, semen, urine, and other bodily excrement that Sen would rather not be made aware of. Since his recent arrival, he'd already been approached by three saggy breasted whores, and a few male whore's who would be saggy breasted, granted they had breasts. Scarily enough, one of them actually did have breasts.

Who would have guessed that the scumbag he hunted would live in scum? Truly a stretch.

He eased into an alleyway, careful not to catch anyone's attention. He masked his face with a ball cap, a few stray brown tinsels of hair framing his face, and the rest of the unruly mess poking out from the sides, his chocolate eyes almost quivering in fear as he moved through the darkness of the alleyway. He'd come too far to be raped, murdered and robbed. Hell, maybe not even in that order.

His hands outstretched through the almost foggy air, though it was more likely to be pollution, and pulled open the door of the shabby bar. Sen couldn't help but hope it was the kind of bar that catered to underage teenagers who had a drivers license. From it's dirty appearance, it likely was.

His eyes scanned the insides, dusty, foul smelling, with only two patrons, and the bartender. No surprise, as it was still pretty early. He'd rather finish his business quickly and be done before the swarm of thugs overtook the place. He didn't even have a place to sleep yet, in the rather large, yet ruined city.

Of the two patrons, one was large, powerful muscles and very masculine, squared off features. In his powerful hands, he held tight a wad of cash he passed to the other, a younger, no older than Sen himself, boy who had wavy blond hair hanging in mischievous springs over his sharp blue eyes that glittered with mischief. He was slender, with a fair amount of tone that just gave definition to his body that was pressing far to close to the muscular man.

For a brief, trapped in time moment, the blond made eye contact with Sen, a stare very much akin to a wild lion before pouncing on an innocent gazelle and ripping it's throat out. The stare absorbed the very air from Sen's lungs as his eyes lidded, the blond making a kissing motion at Sen, before he was dragged away by the mammoth who handed him the cash.

Couldn't have been more obvious of what was happening, as they were almost tearing each others clothes before they made it too the bathroom.

"What can I get you, boy?" The elderly bartender shook Sen from his hypnosis of watching the bathroom door.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm looking for someone." Sen removed the ball cap in a polite gesture, one no doubt lost to the bartender, and took a seat on the stool by the bar.

"Sorry to be this way kid, but in this town, information ain't cheap."

"I didn't figure it was." Nothing was cheap, dammit all.

Pulling his bottom up from the stool, Sen rustled in his pockets for his wallet to find out just how much the otherwise kind looking man wanted for the information. His blood went cold when he found his pocket was empty.

"What the hell?" He checked all of his pockets, made a thorough pat down of his body as he realized that his wallet was no where on his person. "Shit! I've been here three hours and I've already been pickpockted!" He suddenly wanted to cry. He had all of his money in that wallet, all of it that was left anyway. His entire life, gone with a flick of a wrist. He definitely wanted to cry.

His tear welling eyes met again with the sympathetic tender, who was smiling pitifully at poor Sen. "Ah, an out of towner. That explains it. Tell you what, I won't charge for information this time, tell me what you want to know."

"Thank you!" He stretched his body over the counter and pulled the old man into a hug, the older man laughing as he patted Sen on the back.

"There, there, just don't make it anything big."

"Alright, I'm looking for a guy named Nicol." He looked on hopefully, praying to some god that Nicol wasn't classified under "big."

Laughing, the bartender poured himself a glass of hard whiskey. " Strange, you looked too cute to be the type. Oh well, you'll have to wait, he's busy at the moment."

"What're you talking about...Wait. He's here!?"

"You could say that. As I said, he's busy and doesn't like to be interrupted while he's working." The bartender said, sipping the strong drink.

The door to the bathroom opened, reminding Sen of the two who disappeared into it earlier. The large man exited, adjusting his pants and coughing in a half-assed attempt to appear nonchalant.

"Scratch that, he's done." The old man took another sip.

"Mr. Nicol?" Springing from his stool, Sen ran to the man's side. "Are you the guy they call, Nicol?"

The heavy man pushed Sen away. "As if, if it's your turn you may want to give him a minute. I wore him out good."

"My turn?"

The bartender was laughing again, his scratchy voice caught in a perpetual state of coughing from his years of tobacco abuse and laughing from Sen's overbearing innocence. "Check the bathroom, sonny."

After watching the large man strut from the bar with some form of undeserved pride, Sen slipped into the bathroom. As seedy and uncleaned as he'd imagined, with no visible image on the scum covered mirrors. A man would have to be brave to place any part of his anatomy on the toilets.

From one of the stalls, Sen heard a banging, and a constant stream of obsceneties, some making more sense than others.

"That mother fucker!"

Hurrying to the stall with the scream, Sen pried open the door and found the very naked blond stroking his own erection while puffing a cigarette between his slender fingers.

The wild blue eyes made contact with Sen's, the familiar mischief glittering in them, combined with a heavy sense of frustration as he was forced to take care of his own erection. "Some privacy here, please!?"

"I'm sorry!" Sen turned his back to the blond, almost sad to stop staring into his blue depths.

A stream of white smoke whistled through the air, briefly enshrouding Sen's slender body before dissipating. "Son of a bitch could've at least let me come, and are you just gonna stand there!?" He began his furious jack-off, more than a little annoyed by the boy still standing in the door way, though his eyes drifting to the boys well-rounded bottom provided nice eye candy for his masturbation. He wondered how it would feel to part the well shaped globes and fuck it until the little brunette begged him to stop.

"A-Are you Nicol?"

Another puff of smoke, and a soft moan. "Yeah, I am. Blow job's fifty, anal's two hundred, though you're cute enough for a discount, especially if you can get me off."

Sen shuddered, almost feeling pity that someone as beautiful as Nicol would resort to selling his body. Though, it was more likely he sold his body because he was beautiful. "I don't want to buy you."

"Oh yeah, then what do you want?" The butt of the cigarette was flicked past Sen's face. Sen could very clearly hear the sound of slapping flesh as Nicol jerked himself off.

"Information."

"Information ain't cheap." Half said, half moaned.

Already so tired of hearing that, and he'd only heard it twice. It wasn't setting a very nice pace for his stay in the human cesspool of a city. "I know that..." He was quickly seeking vengeance on the pickpocket who'd stole his wallet.

"Kid, in this city it's drugs, information, and then just barely above information is sex. So, anything you wanna know is gonna cost you, and I'm not cheap." Nicol pushed another cigarette in his mouth, not normally a chain smoker but suddenly feeling the need for another. He lit it it, before continuing to stroke his problem, his blue eyes scoping the slender body in front of him, with just the right amount of curve.

Spinning around, Sen no longer cared for the others nudity, drinking in the slender toned body with naut a single blemish or hair save for the blond curls around his very hard erection. "I-I know but..."

"Got no money? Then trade up."

"Trade up?"

Squeezing his erection, a pearly glob of white pre-ejaculate formed on the tip as Nicol waved his erection teasingly. "That asshole left me with a problem. Take care of it, and depending on how well you do, I might give you a freebie."

Sen swallowed, pierced by the intense blue eyes of the other man. He'd come so far, he couldn't back out now. When he'd made the decision to come to this town, knowing how bad it was with no form of justice system as they'd all been bought out by the gangs, he promised that he would see it through to the end. He'd find the bastard who took his only family away from him, and he wouldn't be satisfied until the bastard was dead and buried. Given the situation, he could fold on the buried part. He sacrificed any morality he had when he decided to hunt the killer. He could, and would, do far worse than just giving cheap head. Had to start somewhere, after all.

"Alright."

Lifting a blond eyebrow, Nicol watched with great interest as the rather cute boy dropped to his knees, grasping his erection and looking on shakily. His fingers were cool, little bites of ice on his heated member. The kid's eyes were watching his own reflecting in the milky glob on the tip, intimidated by Nicol's jerking erection.

"First time?"

Giving a shaky nod, Sen's tongue pushed past his plush lips, nervously raking along the white glob, pulling the salty cream into his mouth. It wasn't horrible, and wasn't excellent either. Still, it was quite bearable.

"This is gonna suck then....." Nicol pouted. First timer's always sucked.

"I'll...I'll do my best..." It was almost cute how determined the kid had become.

Wrapping his rosy lips around the weeping length, Sen began to work the head, running his tongue over the head and stroking the sensitive underside, a perk of being a man himself. He knew all the sensitive spots. A puff of smoke was blown in his face, intoxicated on the tobacco's heavy smell. He pushed his tongue to the slit of the cock, pulling more of the member into his mouth, though it was fairly large and Sen knew there was no way it would all fit.

He licked, and took as much of the member in, saliva trickling out of his stretched mouth and tears leaking from his eyes, not for any other reason that his mouth feeling so full.

"You really suck at this....They say suck dick for a reason kid, now suck or I won't tell you shit."

Clenching his eyes shut, Sen began to make mock swallowing motions around the cock, his throat convulsing and clenching around the sensitive head.

Parting his lips in a moan, Nicol threw his head back as the harsh suction surrounded his member. "Much better." He encouraged.

After a few more bobs, lick, and sucks, Nicol clenched the silky brown roots of the kid's hair, and yanked the boy off. He grabbed some toilet paper, gave his cock a few final strokes, before releasing the thick ropes of semen onto the soft paper. "There...." He shuddered as his orgasm reached completion. "Didn't wanna come in your mouth, kid."

Sen was humiliated, having just sucked a guy off he barely knew. What was worse was how much he really had enjoyed it, and how hard it had made him.

"Well, that really sucked but it was your first time. And, you're somewhat cute, so c'mon I'll buy you a drink and you tell me what you wanna know." Nicol pulled up his jeans, not bothering with any kind of top, partially because his last customer had torn it to tiny shreds. Nicol wrapped his arm around Sen's neck, pulling him from the bathroom and back to the still deserted bar, taking one final drag of his cigarette before discarding it wherever it would fall.

"Two shots of whiskey, Alan." His beautiful blue eyes turned back to Sen, pleased by the permanent blush now staining his tanned cheeks. The boy was very cute, too cute to be in the disease that dared to call itself a town. "Alright, what did you want to know."

Taking in a deep breath, almost unbelieving that he was already so close to his goal. Killing Cougar was starting to look more believable all the time, when just a few hours ago he wondered if it would be possible. "I'm looking for someone named Black Cougar, in town I heard you might know."

"Forget it. You didn't do a good enough job to find that out." Shot down so quickly, Sen was unsure of how to react.

The bartender set down the two shots, not bothering to involve himself in the conversation. He heard Black Cougar, he knew not to say anything else. Not if he wanted his retirement anyway.

"What are you saying!? I just gave you head, now tell me who he is!" He was desperate, and he didn't care about the choked laugh he heard from the bartender.

"Tell you what, I'll tell you where you can get the best, not jizz covered ice cream in town. That's a fair trade off." He took a sip of the whiskey.

His hands reached out, knocking the shot glass from Nicol's hands and gripping the boy's warm, golden shoulders in his hands. "That's not how this works!"

Nicol's playful blue eyes narrowed, now very annoyed by the brat before him. "Listen bitch, you don't know how shit works!" Grasping the collar of the boy's shirt, he pulled him close to his face. "You just got here, you have no idea how this world works. Go back to your little parents and let them pamper you for the rest of your life. Get the fuck out of here, and forget any business you have with Cougar. Unless of course, you want to die, in which case, I can do that myself!"

"Fuck you! Don't pretend to know me!"

The bartender turned the volume on the t.v up, not wanting to involve himself in any form.

"Fuck you, fucking brat!"

"Stop talking like you're better than me! You're just a damn street whore!"

That had done it. Nicol tightened his grip on Sen's shirt, and threw him to the floor, diving down on him fist raised. He delivered a punishing blow to Sen's gentle face, assured that he'd just shut the boy up, but the boy's fist returned the favor, leaving a very painful blow across Nicol's face.

"You wanna die, bitch!?"

The bartender still said nothing. He hoped the little kid smartened up. He really didn't want to dispose of a body before the bar's happy hour.

The two rolled on the floor for a good five minutes, punching, clawing and biting, anything to cripple the other, throwing curses at one another. Sen tired first, not having the street honed stamina of Nicol, and fell limp as Nicol delivered one final blow to his bruised face.

"Fucking bitch..." Nicol panted, surprised at how aroused he'd become from fighting the boy. It had been a while since his heart beat so hard.

"Bastard." Sen's eyes welled with tears. "...Bastard..."

"Yeah, fuck you too..." His erection was now throbbing harder than it had when he'd fucked the other guy earlier. When had he become such a sadomasochist? Still, as the boy's eyes, those chocolate depths, burned with fury and resolve Nicol couldn't help but giggle. He knew, given the chance, the boy would buck him off and continue the fight he had no chance of winning. Nicol wasn't sure why he admired that.

"I'm gonna have customers soon!" The bartender finally intruded, night quickly falling and having to prepare for the on pour of already shit-faced bar hoppers.

"Yeah, yeah." Staring deep into Sen's eyes, Nicol pushed his hand to Sen's throat, wrapping the slender digits around his slim neck. "You calmed down yet? I'd hate to kill you."

"Leave me alone."

Sighing, Nicol pulled himself off of Sen's body and dusting off his rather cheap jeans. Sen sprung to his feet, prepared to take full advantage of his freedom, lunging to again attack Nicol, but a simple shove into a nearby table ceased his attack.

"That's enough kid, a pampered princess like you ain't gonna beat me."

"Dammit!" His fist almost snapped the table into two. His body trembled with frustration.

Nicol suddenly felt like he needed another cigarette, shuffling in his pocket for the almost empty pack. "What's your name, brat."

"Stop calling me brat! You can't be older than I am!"

"Kid, you're young, naive and have never seen the seedy side of the world. You're brat, a toddler, hell you're a fetus!" As the brat tensed his body for another attack, Nicol decided against any further teasing. He really would hate for such a cute kid to wind up as another pretty fifty second panel on some half-rate news channel.

"My name's Sen...." Sen sighed, finally relaxing and surrendering.

"And mine's Nicol, though you already knew that. Let's go." Before the boy had a chance to object, he grabbed Sen's wrist and dragged him from the bar. He pulled Sen, tugging him down the street, Sen amazed that the people who once leered at him seemed to not even notice now that he was at Nicol's side.

"Where are we going?"

"You wanna meet Cougar? You'll have to come with me."

For the rest of the walk, or rather tug along, Sen remained silent. Whatever had changed Nicol's mind, he had no intention of scaring it away by saying something stupid.

They arrived at a shabby, no surprise in the ghetto of a town, two floor apartment, Nicol whisking Sen up to the second floor and thrusting him into a one-bed, claustrophobic apartment with no visible floor from all of the cigarette butts, clothes, pizza boxes and only Nicol knew what else scattered across the floor.

"Cougar's not someone you can just meet. A lot of people want him dead, so he stays underground a lot. He shows up every now and then. You can stay here until he comes above ground." Nicol shut the door behind him.

"Why are you suddenly helping me?" Sen dared to poke at the floor with his foot, only fearing what he might find underneath all of the filth that had become the floor's shield.

"Because, I said a lot of people want to see Cougar dead. I'm one of'em. And you..." His fingers stretched out, tenderly stroking Sen's cheek. "You've got fire in your eyes. You want to see him dead. I won't ask why." He closed the distance between himself and Sen, pleased by the hitched breath and almost pleading eyes. It was always satisfying to get a little virgin boy to whimper. "That aside, there are some ground rules. You sleep on the floor, you keep this place clean, that includes cleaning it now, you are not, and I stress not so that you don't mistake later, not welcome to anything in the refrigerator. Buy your own food. You can use the shower, but if you ever are in the shower when I want one, you're gonna get a visitor. Understood?"

"Yeah!" Why did the little brat have such a twinkle in his eye? For all intents and purposes, Nicol knew he was being harsh.

"Alright, good. I've got a job to do tonight, I won't be back until morning. And you..." His finger darted to Sen accusingly. "You don't sleep until this place is spotless. I come in tomorrow morning and there's any kind of mess, I'm kicking your ass out."

"Got it." The enthusiasm faded. Sen knew he would be up all night.

"Then see ya later, sleep tight!" Nicol left the stunned Sen to his thoughts, slamming the door shut behind him. He'd just gotten himself a free maid, he'd really wanted one for some time.

The night fell quickly, darkness enshrouding the neighborhoods and the usual filth of the street now congregated in bars or alleyways, raping some innocent victim who would either be killed, or commit suicide soon after.

In the quiet darkness of the hotel room, Nicol moaned out, the sweat of his body gathering on the sheets, and the sweat of the man above him pattering down onto his slender body. His fingers clawed against the hairy chest, the broad muscles, enjoying the very masculine man whose hips crushed his own and cock buried deep into his quivering heat.

"So good!" He cried out. Not fake, no fake orgasm like he did with his patrons. No, this man always pushed the right buttons, always treated him so good.

"Take it all, my little bitch."

"Your little bitch!" Nicol cried out again. His breath were little but ragged pants. The man's lips crushed to his own, the stubble tickling his own smooth chin. He ate hungrily into the kiss, tongues meshing sloppily together.

Powerful hands raked across his narrow hips, the man's body quivering as he emptied his orgasm into his hot depths. The feeling of the warm essence against his insides, always so wonderful. The only man whom wasn't made to wear a condom. Because, the orgasm was more for Nicol's benefit than the man knew.

Nicol came hard, his orgasm raking across his body, splattering against the man's belly and his own. He panted, almost weeped. He hadn't come so hard in a while.

"So good..." Nicol purred. The man fell on the bed next to him, the ejaculate on his belly staining the sheets of the cheap hotel bed. Nicol's fingers traced the cougar tattoo on his back, kissing along the elaborate artwork.

"You're such a slut..." He purred.

"And you're a tease, Cougar..." He pet the man's back. "By the way, I've got a boy living with me who wants to meet you."

"Any reason?" Cougar twisted in the bed, propping himself up.

"Yeah, I think he wants to kill you. Want me to take him out for you?"

Cougar's hazel eyes narrowed. "You know that's not my style."

"Tch..."

"Just leave him be. If he wants to kill me bad enough, then whatever happens, will happen. By the way, I bought you for the whole night..."

"Yeah, yeah, I fucking know!" He always knew what happened when he was bought for the whole night. Cougar was a man of fairness after all. Cougar climbed out of bed, quickly dressed himself and headed for the door. As he left the room, his guard, a very select group of five men, entered the room. It was their turn, after all.

"Hey bitch, why don't you start by sucking on this." One was already on him, semi-erect cock waving in Nicol's face. Nicol grimaced. He hated their fucking orgies. But, money was money after all, and Cougar always paid well. He wouldn't bite the hand that fed him. He opened his mouth, inviting the cock in, and spread his legs to give the boys at the foot of the bed a good view of his quivering heat where a hot tongue was already pressing into. God, he hoped they would finish quickly.

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A/N

Hope you guys enjoyed this first chapter! Next chapter will hopefully be up soon.