"Damon Eder." Were the only words out of Evan's mouth as he slapped down a folder that was full of papers ready to fall out.

"He's our next target. As some of you may know," Evan paused and looked at the members in his gang who were currently surrounding the large, mahogany table before clicking a button on the little remote he held as a slideshow popped up, showing the most popular stripper clubs that resided in Los Santos. "He owns multiple lots of land which holds his strip club. Now, this would be fine except there is heavy evidence that this man," Evan stopped again to press the button again, now showing a picture of the rugged looking man. "Has murdered multiple people, forged money, committed tax evasion multiple times, and the list goes on. It is safe to assume he's gotten this far by treating some higher ups nicely but he stops now." Evan moved to the side as he pointed at the man in the slideshow.

Damon Eder had dark brown, short hair and a trimmed beard covering the bottom half of his face. He wore black sunglasses in the picture which complimented his navy blue suit and long, black top coat which reached knee length on the male. His hands were resting in the pockets of his suit pants, therefore pushing the suit jacket and top coat back, revealing the under white buttoned up shirt that was tucked into his pants. He had an irritated look on his face and the picture was taken in one of his clubs since the background consisted of velvet purple items and numerous colored lights which lit up the bar. The bar's shelf held countless bottles of different types of alcohol and a myriad of glasses.

"Now, for this mission we need to go undercover and make sure we get in and out. Sooner we end this man, sooner we can move on and relax. Aight?" Evan asked and everyone nodded, letting the only thing be heard is Evan's footsteps as he walked around in front of them.

"We need someone to go under as a stripper. We can fake your criminal records and hell, even have you commit a crime in front of him or one of his goonies so you can talk to him privately. Then, we'll need three of you to go under as security guards to keep constant surveillance. You cannot know each other nor become friendly with each other in this time. Lastly, some of us will also go in as "higher ups" and also help keep an eye out. Now, for this plan I believe Ryan should undergo as the stripper. Tyler, David, and Marcel as the security guards. Lastly, Brian, Brock, and Luke. You guys are going to go undercover as higher-ups." Evan finished and as soon as he said those last words, Ryan shot up out of his seat.

"Why should I go as the stripper?!?" Ryan's voice, usually deeper, was now higher pitched and cracking as he yelled at his superior.

"No one knows your face, Ryan. That's a huge perk. Also, your face and body are the most similar to someone in the age of the strippers. You'll fit right in unlike most of us, and I promise that we'll make sure this mission is one of our fastest." Evan's voice stayed calm as he watched Ryan's tense body start to shake.

"How can you guarantee that? What if something goes haywire?" Ryan asked, his mind panicking about every little thing at that moment.

"Then we do what we always do when stuff like that happens, we don't let panic take over and think quickly while keeping our concerns on keeping others and ourselves safe." Evan responded, placing his hands on the table as he leaned his weight off of his feet.

Ryan didn't seem pleased about the answer but he kept silent and sat down, his face now expressing a mix between unpleasant and anger.

"What about the rest of us?" Jonathan was quick to ask, thankfully breaking the uneasiness that had started to thicken up in the room and Evan shot him a soft smile before letting his smile drop so he could be serious again.

"I want Craig on watching through the cameras, keeping tabs on our man and any other suspicious activities. We already have the layout of the building we will be infiltrating and we labeled rooms, cameras, major blind spots which we can keep an eye out for, and more." Evan said as he slid a copy of the layout to Craig who stopped it by putting his hand on it.

"Next, Lui and Jon, you guys will these next days stock us up on ammo, guns, grenades even. Whatever we need, and since you two are our weapon masters, you'll know best." Evan stated as Lui and Jonathan leaned over the table, high fiving each other as they whispered some team name they had come up with months ago since they first teamed up.

"Lastly, I'll make sure that everything is planned out and that our backup is ready if need be. I'll keep all of you updated on any changes in our plan. Now, if anyone has any personal problems," Evan stopped for a moment as his eyes flickered to Ryan who was sitting there, his arms crossed against his chest. "You may see me privately or if you have any questions, please ask them now."

Silence filled the room for five seconds before Evan dismissed the group. He turned his back to clean up his things, hearing the chatter from his gang members slowly start to fade out. As he was closing up his presentation, he felt a presence behind him and he turned his body slightly to see that Ryan stood there.

"One second Ryan." Evan said as he turned off his computer then turned around fully to face his friend.

"Evan, why do I have to be a stripper?" Ryan was quick to ask, his eyes full of worry and Evan felt a wave of guilt fill up in his chest before he forced it to go away.

"I don't want you to do this either Ryan, but you'll be the one who can get closest to him. As much as I'd like to hire someone else, you're one of the most trustworthy people here. You've gone in so many undercover missions and have never failed us, so why should I start trusting someone with a job as big as this? Also, I've looked into the job and I promise it won't be too bad. You get free living there and have complimentary meals that he has some of the most established chefs in the city there to make meals. Also, people aren't allowed to touch you, as in, yes you will have to dance and show yourself off around these people but only security guards and the boss can actually lay some sort of hand on you without getting in trouble." Evan explained and Ryan did feel some of his nervousness ease as Evan explained how this might be nice for him but it didn't wash away everything in his mind.

"Evan, am I actually prepared for this?" Ryan asked through his worry and Evan took a few steps forward, his arms opened quick but were slow to close around Ryan, giving him a soft squeeze which did give some comfort to him.

"No one is ever fully prepared for anything, but you are the most prepared out of everyone here for something like this. If there's anyone I trust with something like this, it's you, Ryan. I believe that you're going to get through this with ease and I promise I'll save the killing of Damon for you." Evan joked at the end but Ryan could tell that there was seriousness underneath it.

Ryan let himself stay in that hug for a moment, worry overflowing in his mind as he thought about anything that could go wrong. As he began to close his eyes, exhaustion running through his whole body, a knock came from the door. The two were quick to separate as their eyes looked at the standing figures in the doorway.

"Jonathan." Evan said with a soft smile and Jonathan shook his head in (fake) disapproval as he made his way to the pair.

"Wow, we've been dating for only six months and you're already cheating on me? What's next? We haven't even begun to argue yet." Jonathan laughed, causing the other two to join him in the laughter.

"Don't worry Jon, I was just about to leave. Sorry for stealing him for so long." Ryan began to walk out of the room but before he was fully out, he made sure to warn them that they better clean up whatever mess they make, causing Jonathan to start yelling at him as Evan laughed at Ryan's comment.

Ryan began to look over the large house, wondering where his own boyfriend was resided at that moment. After visiting countless rooms, full of anyone but the one he wanted, he finally decided that Luke might just be in their room. All Ryan wanted at that moment was to cuddle with Luke while some movie played.

When he opened the door, he was hoping to see Luke, changed into no shirt and sweatpants, relaxing on their shared, queen sized bed. Hopefully the lights would've been off as maybe Game of Thrones or some other show they enjoyed was on, and he would just invite him to cuddle. Instead, Luke was pacing around the room, an obvious angered look on his face and Ryan's stomach dropped, knowing what they were about to talk.

"Luke-" Ryan began but was interrupted by Luke turning harshly to face him and walk close to him.

"How the fuck can Evan just make you do that? That's not fucking fair to either of us I mean, he knows we're both taken by each other and yet he's completely disregarding that fact! What if someone tries something with you? I can't fucking be there to protect you and neither can the other guys! What if this Damon fucker finds out and hu-" Luke's concern made Ryan move quickly and wrap his arms around the older man's neck and kiss him.

They stayed like that, lips simply pressed against each other, and after a few more seconds of kissing, Ryan pulled back and Luke was silent.

"I know this time, me going undercover isn't the safest," Ryan began, his voice soft and reassuring. "But as I just discussed with Evan, this is the best scenario. Plus, the perks of this won't be too bad besides being separated away from you." Ryan mumbled the last part, a blush lightly blushing his cheeks and Luke let a smile fall upon his lips but it was quick to disappear.

"Wait, what do you mean by that last part?" Luke questioned, his previously relaxed body was tensed up again and Ryan winced, realizing he may have messed up.

He hesitated before speaking in a low voice.

"I have to stay at the living area in the club." Ryan said and Luke groaned loudly in response.

"I'm sorry Toonzy," Ryan used one of his favorite nicknames for Luke. "I don't want to be separated from you either but hey, just makes the moments now even more worth it."

"First you have to show your body off to others when it should only be for me and now you have to stay at that jackasses living apartments? How the fuck is that ev-" Luke began to yell and Ryan was quick to climb on top of the bed and move across, just to lean over and wrap his arms once again around the older man.

"I promise it's a lot better than what it actually is. You know, none of those guys are actually allowed to touch me. And if they do, then hey, I've got three big, bad security guards there to help just in case." Ryan joked as he rested his head on Luke's shoulder and a wave of relief swept through his body when he felt Luke relax once again.

"Now come into bed, let's cuddle and watch some TV." Ryan pulled himself away and got off the bed, standing next to Luke now.

The two stripped out of their clothes from before and changed into some sweatpants, their shirts being left on the ground to be worried about later. The two finally laid together in bed, their bodies pressed against each other, warmth surrounding them as the held each other. Out of everywhere in the world, this is where Ryan would always choose to be at the end of the day, in his lovers arms.

Man he would miss this.

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Ryan heard the alarms go off behind him in the 7/11 he just stole from (he felt guilt ripple throughout his chest at the fact he involved someone who didn't need to be involved) and the only thing he could feel as he ran towards his getaway vehicle was his heart pounding and he felt like it was about to actually leap out his chest. Police sirens were heard in the distance and Ryan made a wise decision of taking a sharp left into the alleyway which he had come upon, noticing that there were multiple ways to hide and even a ladder he could use to escape. He decided to stop for a moment and threw the bag of things he had just stolen behind a pile of cardboard boxes as he sat down, leaning against the wall, trying to catch his breath. The footsteps were loud as they began to make their way towards where Ryan was sitting.

"Ryan, correct?" A voice asked and the man sitting on the ground nodded silently before looking up to see the man he's been waiting for, Damon Eder.

"I've heard that you have gotten into a bit of trouble, now, I'm here with an offer. Those debts and crimes you've been pulling off since dropping out of high school?" Damon stopped to lower himself so he was leaning on one of his knees, still peering down at Ryan. "I can help those disappear if you'd like. Of course, if you don't like the sound of this, then I could just turn you over to the police. After all, those lovely men are still out there, looking for your charming face." Damon's words were slow as he ran a hand from Ryan's shoulder to his elbow before he made Damon stop by grabbing it.

"Feisty, eh? Do you even wanna hear the proposal?" The man asked with an edge to his tone and Ryan let out a sigh before nodding, wishing he was just home with Luke again.

"Good boy, now, my offer is you work in one of my clubs for a while and I'll help pay off your little crimes. You'll have to live the apartments above the club, but everything else is covered. How does that sound?" Damon's voice had a sharpness to it and Ryan wondered if anyone had ever denied this offer before, and as much as he wanted to know, he had a family and boyfriend to get back to.

"Perfect." Ryan's voice was miniscule in comparison but the smile that appeared on Damon's lips sent a shiver down Ryan's spine that he had never felt before and he could only wonder how those who weren't as mature or as trained as him reacted to this smile.

Damon's hand which had latched onto Ryan's upper arm was bony and rough upon contact, leading Ryan to long for the feeling of his boyfriend's hands instead. Ryan took a closer look at the older man's hands and noticed that his nails were neatly trimmed and in Ryan's mind, he wondered if it would be rude to call them something along the lines of daggers. As soon as Ryan was standing, Damen made sure to keep a tight grip on his upper arm as he used his other hand to pull out a phone, only to put it back almost a minute later into its previous spot moments before. Ryan could only watch in awe as police cars drove by the alleyway, looking at Damon and him as they passed, the former waving to them as the cars quickly passed by.

Ryan wondered how much power he truly did have over this city because even with Evan's status, he was so confined as he was with the resources they had. It made sense after all, who'd want to sell to the good guys when you can keep supporting the corrupt who'll probably stay alive longer?

The two walked to the black car which was waiting down the street, right next to the 7/11, for them and Ryan gulped, wishing that this mission would be over in the blink of an eye.

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"The fuck is this?" Ryan wondered to himself as he held up the outfit that Damon had someone deliver to Ryan's (terrible) room in the apartment.

The entire three rooms (which made up the apartment) were the rusting bathroom with a ripped curtain, a bedroom which held a metal bed frame, a clock which sat idly on the wall and surprisingly held the right time, and a mattress that really needed to be replaced, and finally the (barely) living room which a small wooden coffee table and a dark red couch which had fluff oozing out of it and one of the pillows was stained darker than the rest (making Ryan remind himself to never touch the couch in general or really any of the furniture). Even though this man possessed an extreme amount money, it was obvious where that money certainly wasn't going to.

Ryan had been shown to his room and Damon asked him for his size in clothing and after giving him the answer, the older man wished him a good evening and that he should be down in the back room by 5:30 in his outfit since he'd be working the 6:15 shift until closing, which was 2:00 am that night. Ryan nodded and as soon as Damon had exited his new home for the next few days, he felt comfortable to let out an almost silent sigh. His body had relaxed as much as it could, a tense feeling still lingering under his skin as he stood in the apartment that could've been used as the setting for a murder. He started to walk around, checking around to see if there was anything that even seemed relatively new within the past 10 years, but to no avail nothing had caught his eye. The rooms were all simple and held as little furniture as they could. Ryan wondered if Damon would even have the furniture refurbished if something were to happen.

After getting tired of everything that had happened, he began to long for his friends and boyfriend, wishing that he could send them a message or even just call them, say hello, and hang up. He found the cleanest spot against the wall he could and rested there, holding his face in his hands as he sat in almost silence, the only noise able to be heard was the usual traffic jam on the main street in Los Santos that held constant screeching of tires and honking, with the occasional yelling. Man did Ryan long for the loudness of his friends as they argued over the most stupid topic or how they'd tease each other when one messed up on what he said or did. Even when Ryan would yell at them, telling them to either quiet down or that both parties were in the wrong, he always appreciated the loudness in comparison to his past.

Ryan wasn't sure how long had passed but he awoke to knocking on his door and he took a few seconds to thoroughly wake himself up before rising up, leaning on the wall for support. The knocking came again and Ryan said, "give me a second, sorry" to try and let his tired body wake up as fast as it can. After hearing another knock, he finally pushed himself towards the door and opened it up to see a pissed off looking man dressed in a suit which needed to be washed.

"Sorry about that," Ryan apologized, his gaze averting towards his feet as he used his right arm to scratch the back of his neck. "I was taking a nap and to he-" Ryan continued but was interrupted by the man shoving a box to him, grumbling something under his breath.

Ryan took the box into his hands and before he could thank the man, he had walked away, heading down the hallway to the elevator which resided at the end. Ryan closed the door behind him as he headed to the living room, taking a peek in the bedroom to see that the clock read that it was 4:47. He still had over half an hour to get down there and had an aching feeling of what the box occupied and that just made him more apprehensive to open the box.

After minutes passed, Ryan knew that the box wouldn't open itself and that if he were probably even a second late... well he didn't want to face what Damon might say or do to him especially since it was his first day. Ryan's fingers glided across the tape, trying to find the end, and when he did the end was already leaning off of the box. The noise of the tape being ripped off made the anxiety which was rising up in Ryan's chest even more transparent as he got closer to finding what inhabited the box. When he opened up the flaps of the box, his heart dropped at the sight of all of the black. Ryan slowly began to pull out the outfit which had led him to where he was now, sitting in the middle of the living room as he stared at the outfit he was going to have to display himself in for the next days.

Ryan stood up and looked around, making sure that the window he had wasn't going to expose him to passerbys or that there were any cameras around, which was not the case thank the lord. He stripped off his outfit from before, standing in only his boxers as he stared at the outfit. Ryan turned the outfit around and gagged at how this whole outfit was made in general. Slipping on the boots he'd have to wear, he began to wonder about people who do this job by choice. How did those people wear these outfits and other outfits with even less to show and still have some pride? Ryan shook his head in disbelief and slipped off his boxers, only to slide up the new outfit. Once the red underwear along with the black lace pattern rounding it was slipped on correctly (along with having to fix the black rubber strand that circled on both his mid-thighs with the strap that ran up his thigh, connecting the two articles of clothing), he slipped on the suspenders which were also black and lacey. He pulled at the left suspender, groaning at the stinging pain when it slapped back onto his skin.

He checked on the clock again, seeing that it was only 4:58 and Ryan wondered how the hell he'd survive these next days. Damon didn't say he couldn't leave to stop somewhere nearby but at the same time, the thought of someone trying to even take half a step outside of this place probably caused the powerful man to raise hell. Ryan did feel some fear when any thought of rebelling against Eder, or Eder in general, popped into his mind but there was still something that reminded Ryan at the end of the day that he had some power over the man. Whether it be the fact that he had a whole gang who would be there behind him, that he still had some decent human morals, or some other force that Ryan wasn't too sure of, he still had some power.

Ryan began to wonder if he was able to leave early when another knock was heard on the door and he was puzzled who that could be. He had his outfit which began to make him feel more and more uncomfortable the longer he wore it. It's not like he wasn't happy with his body (especially since him and Luke often praised the others body and that really did help with Ryan's confidence issues), hell he was proud of his body, but he just never had to reveal himself like this before.

The knocking came again and as Ryan had previously learned, he didn't want to cause this person to be enraged with him so his feet were quick to move the door, opening it to reveal a girl who was obviously younger than him. She had long hair and was also currently wearing her outfit and Ryan silently thanked the gods that he wasn't female so he didn't have to wear an outfit that almost exposed everything like hers. She was almost Ryan's height and had an innocent, young face, causing him to wonder if she was even legally old enough to work here.

"Can we talk in your room?" Her voice was soft, holding a soft Southern accent and Ryan slowly nodded, moving out of the doorway to let her in and as soon as she was inches into the room he closed the door quietly behind them.

"May I ask what you're doing here?" Ryan asked and the girl ran a hand through her hair before turning around to face him.

"Why're you here? You're way too old by Mr. Eder's standards to work here." She spoke fast and her eyes were fixed on Ryan's own.

"I'm here because he's paying off my crimes obviously, and I'm not. I'm 22." Ryan tried to react as normal as he can, unsure if this girl was able to be trusted but his doubts were quick to be disproven.

"Stop bullshitting me, I just want to know why you're here. You've obviously got some agenda and if it's to earn something, in this hell you only lose. You are new and if you escape now, they won't be able to track you as fast as most of us." She moved forward to grip both of Ryan's arms with her hands and Ryan looked down at her, wondering how long she has been here for.

"How long have you been here?" He asked, hoping that she'd drop the previous topic and to his pleasure, the question caused her to look up and he noticed that she was upset, making him to wonder what made her feel that way.

"Almost a year and a half. I'm almost 18 but according to Mr. Eder I'm 20." Ryan clenched his fist, wanting to know how many others who were underage worked here and how long they had been sentenced to this torture for.

"I'm Ryan, you?" He wanted to try and help her feel more comfortable and since she was being so open, he might as well too.

"Piper." Her voice was even weaker than before, and Ryan wrapped his arms around the girl, dread filling the pit of his stomach as he thought about how 5:30 was coming to a close and that he would soon have to leave this girl to suffer the rest of the night by herself. They stayed in the spot for several more seconds, embracing each other and Ryan's heart dropped at the question of how long it had been since she had last received a hug of comfort from someone.

Piper pulled away and glanced up at the clock, and before Ryan could take a peek, she interrupted him. "We should be going now, wouldn't want you late for the first day, eh?" She asked in a (obviously faked) confident tone and Ryan was hesitant to nod but when he did, she grabbed his hand and began to pull him along.

"Yeah, that would suck." Ryan muttered as she let go and the two began to walk down the hall while his mind began to ask if it was constant that she'd break down like that before her shift or if today was different because she finally had someone to listen to.

The elevator ride down was silent, which Ryan was thankful for. He was worried of asking or saying anything that might accidentally cross the line and possibly trigger a bad reaction in Piper. She was too innocent for a club like this and he didn't want to hurt her anymore than this prison had.

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The general lights were dimmed as neon colorful lights flashed upon the dancers who were on stage at that time currently, leaving the other workers to maneuver between the patrons who were clustered in groups, talking loudly over the techno music playing and staring too long at the worker who served them their drinks and food. Hands lingered close to the employee's bodies and Ryan was more than thankful for the policy of not touching the employee because he'd be worried otherwise how far these customers might try to go.

Speaking of which, Ryan was reminded how much attention he'd been getting that night. When he served his first table of the higher-ups Evan was talking about, they all had been making comments asking if he was new and if he was willing to hang with one of them tonight. Ryan had begun to stutter, only answering the first question before he reminded them to look at the menus. When the men looked down at their menus, Ryan took his chance to dart away, reminding himself to go back in a few minutes to get their order. Looking around, he tried to spot any of his friends but it was so difficult to see anyone in general that spotting his friends was practically useless.

Someone's finger tapping his shoulder sent a shock up his spine and he was quick to turn, holding the notepad and pencil close to his chest. When it registered to him that a worker was the one who did that, he visibly relaxed but that relaxation disappeared when he said that a group of clientele wanted him specifically. When Ryan tried to argue that he already had a table, the other male said he'd take care of it. Ryan thanked him and walked towards where the other worker told him to, saying that the table was already seated and just waiting for him. When he got closer to the table, he couldn't make out any of the faces.

Seeing his friends made him relax, and seeing his boyfriend made him relax even more.

"Nice outfit there Ryan." The first comment was made by a snickering Brian, who received a smack on his upper arm by Brock while Luke just stared at him.

"Toonzy, you good?" Ryan asked in a low voice, trying not to catch any unwanted attention as he bent down closer to Luke, making sure not to touch him even though it was so tempting.

"Damn well I'm not good, my boyfriend is looking hot as shit and I can't even do anything with him. So fucking unfair." Luke grumbled the last part under his breath and Ryan's face flushed a bright red that was barely able to be seen because of how way too open his boyfriend was.

"Keep it down Luke, keep everything in your pants. But could we get two manhattan's and one martini?" Brock asked, noticing that a guard was starting to notice that the three were talking for a while.

"Of course, it'll be right up." Ryan said and began to walk away, turning around to see Luke staring after him (or at his ass, most likely, but Ryan wasn't sure and didn't really care).

After putting the order into the bar, he stood by the end and looked around, watching everything as the noise played loudly in his ears and it made him almost laugh because never would he have thought as a child that he might end up in a situation like this. He took notice of Damon who stood near one of the exits, leaning against the wall as he watched one of the dancers who was currently performing some move on the pole. Ryan shook his head, turning when he heard what he had put in being called out. Grabbing the drinks with ease, he made his way back to the table and placed the drinks down gently, letting his friends grab whatever one's they wanted. It seemed as if Brock was the designated driver, so it made sense that he got an easy drink in comparison to the others.

"How've you been making out?" Brock asked as he pulled out his phone and Ryan let out a sigh, looking down at his boyfriend who met his eyes.

"I miss you guys way more than I thought. It's a hell here, the rooms? Barely furnished and they're dirty as hell. One of my pillows is stained darker than the rest and I'm scared to get even within a foot of it." Ryan began to complain but caught himself, taking a peek at where Damon was supposed to be standing but now the spot was occupied by someone else.

"I just can't wait for this to be over." Ryan had said and when the guys went quiet, we wondered why until an arm was thrown around his shoulders and when he looked to the right, he was disappointed to see it was Eder.

Ryan wished he could disappear at the moment because the drink Damon was holding lightly spilled on him as he threw his hand around. His breath, which Ryan hated that he had to be so close, reeked of alcohol and he felt his stomach churn. Ryan had never been big on drinking, coming from a rough past that contained partial substance abuse, he grew up wishing to not interact with the drink and repeat the vicious cycle. When he looked down at his friends, Luke seemed to be the most visibly angry but Ryan was able to tell that the other two were almost as angry, probably able to sense his discomfort. On the other hand, Luke knew everything about Ryan and vice versa, so the former was more than well aware of why Ryan was unable to try and go along with this drunken man's arm around him and his drink so close to his face.

"How're you wonderful men doing tonight? Isn't our new worker just a sight to behold?" Damon asked, placing his glass down onto the table and the grip on Ryan's upper arms were tough as he slowly spun him around.

"Quite lovely, but my friends and I are here for one last night before our pal, Pat," Brian gestured towards Luke. "See he's getting married tomorrow, more of an impulsive decision, and we just want to treat him to his true last night as a freed man so could we get him a private dance in one of the rooms in the back with this one?" Brian motioned between Luke and Ryan, a sly grin on his lips and Ryan wasn't sure if he wanted to thank Brian or have Brock punch him out of embarrassment.

Brian and Damon discussed the deal and Ryan was grateful for his friends scheme, excited that he now got to spend time with just Luke alone. Damon called him out of their thoughts and Ryan, as him and Luke left with Eder, turned around to see Brock and Brian giving them knowing smiles, which in return made Ryan stick his tongue out at them. He was quick to turn back around, hoping that no one noticed his actions.

Damon excused them to a room in the far back corner and as soon as Eder closed the door behind him, Luke was quick to pounce on his boyfriend, hands feeling each others bodies and as soon as the first one came up for a breath, Ryan was panting heavily as he tried to talk though his brain felt like slush .

"Wh- Cameras? Exist?" Ryan tried to ask and Luke grinned, placing a kiss on Ryan's neck before tracing up to his jawline.

"Evan discussed this situation with us and he said back here is the only safe place to talk since there aren't any cameras." Luke's voice was fast and Ryan barely caught what he said before Luke went back to kissing various parts of his body.

"Weird." Was Ryan's only comment before he pulled Luke up to make out with him again.

The passion between the two was burning and Ryan was unsure of how he had been able to stay away from his lover for this long. Their movements were the perfect pace and it was like the two were in complete sync in every way possible at that moment. While hands roamed each other, the two began to push their limits as far as they could go.

Each time Ryan or Luke pulled away to breathe, the former always had a chance to look at significant other in such a state and he admired everything about it. He loved the red which was most evident from across one cheek to another, even covering the tip of his nose. His hair was a mess from how much Ryan had ran his hands through his hair but damn did Luke rock that look. His eyes were soft yet something in them burned, craving for more to keep him aflame.

After minutes of bathing in each other's presence, Ryan finally let his voice fill the silence.

"This mission sucks." His comment made Luke giggle and Ryan felt his heart skip a beat at the noise.

"You could say that again. Next time Delirious is doin' this shit so Evan can suffer too." Luke's comment now made Ryan start to laugh, an image of Delirious in an outfit similar to his causing him to laugh even louder, causing Luke to shush him so they wouldn't catch any attention.

"Sorry, sorry. The image is just too funny though." Ryan whispered as he slid his hand into his lover's, gripping it tightly.

"Yeah, I don't wanna imagine my best friend in an outfit like yours though. But, I know Evan'll get pissed at me for not getting it, so what info do you have?" Ryan shook his head at his boyfriend's question and he didn't want to think about how fucked up everything was around here.

"This guy's fucked in the mind, a girl I met earlier isn't even 18 and she's been here for a year and a half. She can't be the only one, that's the thing. Besides that though, nothing else has stood out, but I'll try to sneak more and see if I can get anything." Ryan whispered as he let his head rest on Luke's chest, wishing they could go back to their apartment and cuddle for the rest of their life.

The minutes passed as they stayed in that position, talking about different things now. Their conversations were about whatever they wanted, mainly what they would do once this mission was over. They'd make out here and there, but that was common for even a normal day. Though, when the knocking on the door came, signaling that it was time, they separated quickly and with sadness running through Ryan. The door opened, revealing Eder who held a new drink, and from his state, he was clearly drunk.

"How was he? It was his first day so spare him some... mistakes." Eder directed his sloppy words towards Luke, winking at the end and Ryan saw his boyfriend grin.

"He was perfect actually, sad that I'm getting married now. I'd divorce my man for this sweet thing any day." Luke's words made Ryan blush as his "boss" walked next to him and wrapped his free arm around the worker, keeping his eyes on Luke.

"Well, if you visit any time soon, I won't tell ye'r husband about any of," Eder pointed between Ryan and Luke. "This." Eder slurred his s' and Ryan felt like vomiting as curiosity grew in his chest of what time it was, wishing that he could go back to the apartment and stay up, not having to be surrounded by horny and/or drunk men.

"Ah thank you, I should be going now though, but I'll see you around." Luke gave his goodbye, meeting eyes with Ryan and winking, and the brunette wanted to follow Luke out as he left.

"Now Ryan, there are some other special customers who want to meet you." The words left Damon's lips and Ryan gulped quietly, hoping that time would pass in a flash.

;

His apartment was quiet and while it did reek of something foul, Ryan could not figure out what it was a mixture of, he found it more comforting than the club. When he had arrived back though, he was happy to find that there were clean clothes sitting in a box, sitting on the coffee table. There was also some normal clothing in there, and he sighed in relief at the sight of extra underwear. He was quick to change out of his outfit, feeling relaxed in his newfound pajamas, before a knock was heard.

He glanced at the clock and was surprised that someone was knocking on his door at 2:23 am, especially after a work night. He headed towards the door, opening it to reveal Piper who, even through the dim lighting, he could see the heavy makeup still applied on her face. Her hair was messy and he felt his stomach drop at how small she looked in her pajamas.

"Piper? What are you doing here?" Ryan asked as he moved aside, letting the girl in and she was quick to enter the apartment, quickly hugging the brunette as she let her head rest in the crook of his neck.

"It's cold tonight." Her voice was muffled and Ryan nodded, kicking the door closed softly as he wrapped his arms around the girl, and while the touch was nice, he longed for his own lovers.

"Are we allowed to be in each other's room?" Ryan asked and Piper shrugged between his arms, picking her head up to look right into the brunette's eyes.

"I'll take the blame." The long-haired girl said as she brought herself even closer to the male, enjoying the warmth the two shared in that moment.

"You know," Piper said minutes later through the silence. "You never told me why you were here." Her voice was still quiet but there was some confidence in her tone.

"I'm here to help... get your freedom again." His answer was shaky and he wouldn't blame Piper for not believing him, but after hearing about her and how shady Damon Eder was, he felt a strong feeling in his chest to help these workers out. They were all in debt, and Damon had taken advantage of that, turning them into his own little workers for his own entertainment.

"You should've escaped, there's nothing you can do." Piper said and Ryan could only shrug in response, quietly laughing.

"Piper, do you trust me?" He asked her as he took a step back, making sure they were looking right into each other's eyes once again.

"I.. I want to." She stuttered and she detached herself completely from Ryan, glancing at the door then back to the brunette.

"Goodnight, Ryan." She whispered as she headed to the door and opened it, looking at Ryan for a few more seconds before she left, closing the door silently behind her.