Wooyoung ended up staying the night with San. They had both fallen asleep during one of the movies, although he had vague memories of San helping him to bed at one point.

His night was plagued with visions of shadowy hands that chased him around corners and burned if they touched him.

He woke up with a jolt in the morning, covered with sweat and clutching his chest. It took him a moment to remember where he was, but when he did, he turned and glanced to the side.

San's side of the bed was empty, and the covers had already been pulled up and tucked in.

Wooyoung's forehead furrowed a little and he slipped out from under the covers, making sure to make his side of the bed as well, then walked out into the main living area.

He found the older sitting at his dining room table with a pair of round glasses perched on the end of his nose. His blonde hair was ruffled either from sleep or his own hands, and his lips were moving like he was talking to himself.

It was an incredibly attractive look and Wooyoung just stood there and watched him for several minutes.

With a sigh, San pushed his glasses up his nose and sat back in his chair. Then he noticed Wooyoung and his eyes lit up. "Youngie! How are you doing? I'm sorry you had to wake up alone but I didn't want to disturb you."

"You're fine. What time is it?" The younger asked, glancing around the room.

San flicked his wrist to look at his watch. "Half past nine."

Wooyoung let out a long sigh. "Damn. I've got work in two hours."

"Call in sick." San's mouth curled in a smirk. "I have just a little more work I need to do to prepare for a meeting. Then I say we play hooky together."

"Well," Wooyoung chewed on his bottom lip. "I could call the library, but I have my other job tonight too. But that's not until five." He looked down at the ground and mumbled, "That one I know I can't miss."

"So you can go to that one. And then I'll drop you off at your other job." The say San said it made it sound like Wooyoung didn't have a choice.

And he was ok with that. Taking some time for himself sounded like a great idea after what Marcus had done to him yesterday. He was not looking forward to seeing the man today, but he had no choice...

Thankfully the phone call was a quick one. Wooyoung had never called out sick before, so while his manager sounded a little stressed, he told Wooyoung to make sure he was feeling better.

He wanted to wait to give his two weeks in person, so he didn't mention that he would be quitting his job at that time.

After the call, San started bouncing around the kitchen, obviously very happy that Wooyoung would be staying. He ended up ordering more food for them to share, which got there while he had Wooyoung pinned against one of the counters and was giving him a very sensual kiss.

"Alright, help yourself, like I said I have a few more things I need to take care of for work and then we can do whatever you want to do." San said, giving Wooyoung a quick peck on his forehead. "And you can help yourself to whatever fits in my closet."

"Thanks." Wooyoung felt himself blush a little but was more than happy to take him up on the offer.

He wandered into the large walk-in closet with a piece of bacon hanging out of his mouth and his eyes grew wide instantly. It looked like he had walked into a section of a clothing store. All three walls were lined with racks or shelves. The one on the right was full of dress shirts, slacks, and suits while the one on the left had more dress shirts, but then some t-shirts, jeans, and more casual wear. The back wall was where San kept his shoes, belts, and other accessories.

Everything was organized and immaculate.

Wooyoung walked in a circle and ran his hand over some of the shirts. They were so soft. He was afraid to damage anything.

His eyes were drawn to a black shirt that had faint silver swirls in it. He pulled it off and held it up to himself in front of a mirror.  A small smile crept across his face and he immediately moved to put it on. He ended up borrowing a pair of jeans as well, they were a touch tight because San's waist was so thin, but if anything Wooyoung felt like it accented his curves even more.

After he finished changing, Wooyoung bit his lip and went to find San.

The older's mouth opened, making the pen he had been chewing on drop to the table. "Wow." He breathed, unable to take his eyes off Wooyoung. "You look... Just, wow."

Wooyoung blushed and looked down. "Thanks. It's your clothes that do this."

"No, it's not. Trust me, it's all you." San stood up from the table and looped an arm around Wooyoung's waist. "You're stunning." He whispered before leaning forward to press their lips together.

Wooyoung let out a small sound and brought his arms up to wrap around the older's neck.

They stayed like that for a long moment before San pulled away. "Ok, I'm going to go attempt to make myself as presentable as you, and then we can go out for a bit." He pecked Wooyoung on the cheek before hurrying to the bedroom.

The younger placed a hand not he same cheek and went to sit on the couch to wait.

After some time, he heard San's voice coming from the other room. "Yes, yes I know... Ok..." San walked into the living room while adjusting his sleeves on the powder blue shirt he had chosen. "Well that's his choice... I can't control what he does, I've never been able to, you know that... Again, that's his choice. I've tried... Mom, please. I have company, I need to go..." He winked at Wooyoung and leaned against the kitchen counter. "I know... I know... Then you talk to him! It's not my fault he's jealous of my success... That's exactly what it is Mom! And you know it is... When was the last time he came to any of my events? Look, Mom. I'm sorry but I really need to go, can we talk about this later?... Thanks... I love you too... Bye." San hung up and groaned.

"Is everything ok?" Wooyoung asked while standing up to walk over to him.

"Yeah, it's fine." San pulled him into another hug and they stood in his kitchen for a long moment. "My mom just has an issue with the men in her life." He said with a slight scoff.

"I understand that feeling." Wooyoung said, thinking about how bad his own father could be. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault. He's been doing this for years now so I've learned to live with it, even if it does hurt sometimes because I miss him."

Wooyoung looked up when he heard the pain in San's voice. He wished he missed his father... It's something that should happen, but he just can't bring himself to do it after everything his father had done to him.

"I don't want to think about it anymore. Let's go." San moved to grab his hand and started pulling to Wooyoung to his elevator.

He pressed one button before he pushed the down arrow. Once inside, he let out a low chuckle and pinned Wooyoung against the wall. "So where should I take my lovely boy today, hmm?"

Wooyoung shuddered and sighed when he felt San's lips ghost over his neck. "Anywhere." He said, his voice more of just a breath.

"Well that's a dangerous this to say. What if I want to take you out and just spoil you rotten because you deserve it?"

"No, no spoiling." Wooyoung started to regain himself a little more. He didn't feel right with San throwing his money around.

"Yes. I'm going to do it either way so you might as well let me." San pulled back when the elevator dinged. "You look too good like this."

"San..." Wooyoung started to protest, but San just pulled him to the waiting limo. "Please? I don't..."

"Ok, fine. I'll just spoil you without you knowing." He said with a smirk.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes, but settled in when San pulled him into his side.

They ended up driving around the city and just enjoying some of the sights. San acted as his own personal tour guide and would spew random facts out of nowhere, all while keeping an arm secure around Wooyoung's waist.

At one point they stopped for lunch, but Wooyoung was having such a good time, they ended up taking it to go and eating on the floor of the limo while Pierre continued to drive them around.

It was strange. The partition had been up the entire time, so there was no sign that Pierre was actually with them, but they were constantly moving.

And San was very forward.

After they had finished their lunch, he made sure everything was picked up and out of their way before he pulled Wooyoung into his lap. "You know, I just can't seem to get enough of you. Especially in this shirt." He whispered against Wooyoung's ear, making the younger shiver.

He could feel San's fingers teasing the buttons of his shirt and he bit his lip while closing his eyes. A fire started to build within him, one that San had started ever since their first meeting.

Wooyoung had one fleeting thought of how he would never normally do something like this, but San made him want to be adventurous.

So he twisted around so that he was straddling San in his seat and pressed their lips together. The older made a sound of surprise, but he squeezed Wooyoung's waist in response, making him rock his hips and start to grind their clothed members together.

"God, Wooyoung, can you feel what you do to me?" San moaned. He placed hungry kisses along Wooyoung's jawline.

"You do the same to me." Wooyoung said, trying to add an edge to his tone like San could, although it ended up sounding more like a whine.

San pulled back with a giggle and had to cover his mouth.

Wooyoung felt instantly embarrassed and covered his face with his hands.

"Don't hide from me baby, it was cute." San cooed, unbuttoning Wooyoung's shirt at the same time.

The younger took a chance and peeked through his fingers, blushing even more at the smirk on San's face.

Then San surprised him by lowering him to the floor of the limo. There was enough room that they could lay comfortably next to each other.

His shirt was completely unbuttoned by now and San started to run his hands all over Wooyoung's body. "God you're so sexy. Where have you been hiding?" He asked, his voice low and sultry. Then he started to place opened mouth kisses along Wooyoung's chest.

As he was doing that, the car went over a bump, jostling them a bit and San fell forward so their chests were flush with each other.

"Sh-Should we wait?" Wooyoung asked feeling heat traveling to his face once more.

San flicked his wrist to look at his watch. "Nope. I'm dropping you off at work in about thirty minutes so this will have to be a quick one." He licked his lips and resumed his kisses.

This made the younger let out a loud moan at the desperate way San was now kissing him.

"Now, now." San ran his tongue over Wooyoung's v-line while locking eyes with him. "Don't be too loud baby. You don't want Pierre to know what we are doing back here, right?"

Wooyoung's eyes grew wide at the realization and slapped a hand over his mouth.

San chuckled and worked to quickly strip them both and he grabbed Wooyoung's hands to pin them above his head. He connected their lips to swallow up the younger's protests and started to grind against him.

After a moment, San brought a hand down to replace his lips and stuck three fingers in Wooyoung's mouth, playing with his tongue while moving to suck on his neck.

Wooyoung felt his back arching with pleasure when San swirled his tongue around one of his nipples. He let out a muffled whimper, earning a narrow-eyed look from the older.

San was teasing him.

Wooyoung squirmed in response and managed to move his knee just right so that it rubbed against San's length. It made the older jolt and let out a little growl. So Wooyoung repeated the motion, wanting to get San worked up as well.

And his plan succeeded, because San suddenly flipped Wooyoung onto his hands and knees and pressed a finger to his entrance, pushing it in at a not so gentle pace.

Wooyoung gasped and bit his lip, trying not to make any sound. He let his head drop forward and he did what he could to stay steady when the car turned a corner.

San inserted another finger, going faster than he normally would since they were on a time limit.

When he forced the third one in, Wooyoung's arms gave out and he fell forward so that his ass was up in the air. He heard San groan in response.

Then the older grabbed his shoulder and pulled him up so they were pressed together. He started to rut against Wooyoung, his length slipping between Wooyoung's cheeks and bringing a moan from both of them.

With one arm wrapped around Wooyoung's stomach, San brought the other one up to cover Wooyoung's mouth. "Careful now baby." He whispered, sucking on Wooyoung's ear. Then he slowly started to push himself against Wooyoung's entrance , slipping inside with a bit of resistance that made Wooyoung tense.

San countered it by rubbing soothing circles on his stomach.

He gave Wooyoung only a minute or two before he started to pull out and thrust back in at a rapid pace. Wooyoung brought his hands up to clutch the arm by his head while San pressed his own hand harder against Wooyoung's lips.

The older attempted to muffle his own moans by kissing and nipping along Wooyoung's shoulder, although he seemed to have much better control over himself that Wooyoung did.

He had accepted that he was putty in San's arms, especially when the older started to thrust even faster.

It was only a matter of minutes before both of them reached their peak. San held Wooyoung tighter as he rotated his hips will emptying himself inside the younger. And Wooyoung let out small, breathless whimpers as he sprayed the floor of the limo in front of him.

When San pulled out, he moved so that they were both sitting on the floor and he could cradle Wooyoung in his arms. They exchanged a few lazy kisses while they both worked to come down from their highs.

"Sorry about the limo..." Wooyoung whispered, biting his lip.

"I'm not. I can get it cleaned, it's ok, because that was one of the hottest things I've ever done." San giggled and rubbed his nose against Wooyoung's cheek. "And as much as I want to continue this, we should make sure you are presentable for work."

At the thought, Wooyoung's heart sank but he did his best not to show it on his face. The idea of spending the evening with Marcus, especially after what just happened, terrified him...

But he knew he couldn't let the man get to him. He would do his best to stay strong until he had enough money to protect himself. Or at least take care of himself with out Marcus' help.

San helped him get dressed, which wasn't easy to do in the back of a moving car, then dressed himself. They both worked to try and smooth out any wrinkles in their shirts and exchanged a few more loving kisses.

Once the limo stopped, Wooyoung swallowed the growing lump in his throat and gave San one more peck on the cheek. "Thank you." He whispered. "I'll talk to you soon."

"You bet you will." San said, his lips curling in a smirk. "Have a good evening."

Wooyoung nodded and stepped out of the car. He watched the limo disappear around the corner before he took a deep breath and walked toward his own personal hell.