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Feliciano’s slender fingers clenched the scratchy sheets underneath him. The body above was a heavy weight on Feliciano's back pushing his face farther into the sheets. The body leaned farther forward and panted hotly into Feliciano’s ear making his stomach twist and made what little food he had in his system try to make an escape, but he kept it down knowing that if he lost it now he wouldn’t get paid. Feliciano went through the motions, moaning at the right times and panting when he felt the body above his have its final release.

The body above Feliciano gave a satisfied grunt before rolling off and promptly falling asleep. At this point it was normal for Feliciano to take his payment from the wallet that sat on the bedside table and take his leave, but for the last week Feliciano, being more desperate for money than he normally was, allowed his buyers to do what they wanted with him. Tonight’s client didn’t want to use a condom and Feliciano was regretting letting himself go through that. The feeling of wet, stickiness inside him made Feliciano hesitate to move due to the fact that once he did the sticky feeling would try to make an escape and Feliciano learned from past experience to never shower and try to clean himself in the same room as a client.

Knowing he had to leave before the man woke and wanted to go for a second round, Feliciano gritted his teeth and pushed himself carefully into the sitting position. Careful because he didn’t want to wake the snoring man beside him and as he moved the felt the client’s seed exit his body onto the sheets. Grimacing at the feeling, Feliciano reached over to the innocently placed wallet. The man must have been new to the buying of whores and payment afterword. Anyone else would have taken the whole thing and run, but being raised better than that Feliciano opened the wallet with only the agreed amount in mind. The first thing that greeted the amber-eyed man is a picture. A picture with three people, two small girls, one who looked about eight and the other swaddled in a pink blanket with a thumb in her mouth. The eight year old grinned widely at the camera with two missing front teeth and held the hand of a raven haired woman. The woman looked to be in her early thirties and smiled contently down at the baby in her arms while a golden wedding band shone brightly in the sunlight.

Feliciano frowned and looked over at the man sleeping beside him. This man had a family, a wife and two young girls who probably believed their daddy to be a hero, and here he was in a cheap motel, in the shady part of town, with a whore, not any whore but male whore whom he picked up off the corner of the street. What pushed this man to this point? By the looks of the clothes scattered across the floor, he was well of. Was he just looking for something new? Did he feel any guilt whatsoever? Disgusted with the man drooling onto the obviously not washed pillow cover, Feliciano pulled the agreed amount of money from the wallet (maybe a dollar or two more), tossed it back onto the bedside table, and pushed himself off the bed to collect his scattered clothes from the ground.

Later wondering how his underwear ended up on one of the arms of the fan, Feliciano passed a floor length mirror to pick up his shirt and a glance at his appearance made him stop. His natural bronze tinted skin was filthy with his ribs and hip bones being more prominent than they were a few weeks ago. The golden eyes that were normally lit up in excitement were dull and sunken giving him a haunted look. His hair was matted, probably dirtier than his entire body, and the odd curl that could never be laid down properly was limp and tangled in on itself.

Feliciano saw a pained look cross his face in the reflection before he forced himself to turn away, “I’m doing this for him. We promised to stay together, and this is the only way I can help him keep that promise.” Without glancing back at the mirror, Feliciano dressed himself in a shirt two sizes too small that clung to his body like a second skin but at the same time somehow kept his rib bones hidden, a pair of women's short shorts that he found being thrown away, and a pair of ratty sneakers that were falling apart.

Finally dressed Feliciano spared one more glance at the sleeping man before turning away with a scowl. He would never know how someone with a good, happy family life could willingly go and do something as awful as this.

~PAGE BREAK~

The street smelt of urine, sewage, cheap perfume, and other things that Feliciano didn’t want to acknowledge. Walking down the dimly lit street, trying not to make eye contact with potential buyers walking up and down the sidewalk, Feliciano suddenly remembers that it had been two weeks since he last visited the hospital and a smile broke across his face.

For the first time in two weeks Feliciano had a skip in his step and an attitude that nothing could bring down. Every two weeks meant he got to see him again! But before he could go Feliciano knew he had to stop by Rome’s place to make himself look presentable.

No one knew Rome’s real name, he was just Rome. A man who owned a rundown apartment complex, and loaned out rooms to prostitutes who had nowhere else to go. Feliciano had been living with him for the past three years and the little Italian had his own special place in the older man’s heart. Rome knew Feliciano's reasons for doing what he was doing, and stood as a strong support system for him when Feliciano was lost and didn’t know what to do. A small smile graced Feliciano’s face at the image of Rome’s huge grin and almost father-like demeanor.

Without him realizing it, Feliciano had reached the apartment building and would have kept walking if an obnoxiously loud voice hadn’t called his name.

“Vargas! Dude Vargas! Where the hell are you going?” Feliciano stopped and looked at the blue-eyed American standing in front of a used-to-be-white wall with two other people. All three of them had blonde hair, just varying in length. Alfred, the one who called out, waved Feliciano over with exaggerated arm movements. With a small smile Feliciano made his way over to the overeager blonde and his two companions. Before Alfred could utter another sound the second blonde pulled Feliciano into a bone-crushing hug. This blonde had a chin almost entirely covered in stubble and wavy, shoulder-length hair that was somehow shiny and grime free. Feliciano made a face at the feeling of the Frenchman’s itchy chin against his face.

“Little Feli! Where have you been? I missed you mon ami!” Feliciano, after finally freeing himself from the Frenchman’s embrace, pulled out the money he got earlier in the night and waved it for the three blondes to see, “for your information Francis, I was getting paid.” Feliciano subtly shifted his legs remembering that he still hadn’t showered after “getting paid". A look of sadness and pain crossed Francis’ face and he grabbed the small Italian yet again.

“Mon ami you are too innocent and adorable to sell yourself on the streets!” Again Feliciano struggled to get free but with less success. While wiggling and trying to get away from the itchy beard Feliciano had forgotten about the third blonde until he spoke up, “like totally, Francis? Is that necessary? I thought we were going to give Feli his present?” Feliciano immediately stopped struggling and looked at all the blondes in turn.

“What present?” Francis gasped and let go of Feliciano so suddenly that the little Italian almost fell to the ground before catching himself. Francis rushed over and planted himself at Alfred’s side, “my Feliks! How on Earth could I have forgotten little Feli’s surprise!” Feliciano looked at all three men standing in front of him, a Frenchman, an American, and a Polish man, all three having big smiles on their faces.

Clearing his throat, Alfred stepped forward and began his story, “while I was walking down the street I saw this couple walk out of a restaurant, holding hands, and just being all lovey-dovey, when all of a sudden,” Alfred pauses to make his story seem more dramatic, “aliens appear out of nowhere! They surround the couple and start their attack, and so, being the hero and all, I jump in and start to beat on those aliens. Up, down, left, right, and side to side and -” Feliciano, having heard more than his fair share of stories similar to this, just tunes the American out and looked to Feliks.

Feliks’ chin length hair waves slightly in the breeze . . . and so did his skirt. Feliks, unlike most of the gay, male prostitute population, took expressing his femininity to a whole new level. He was like a drag queen times a hundred, and he looked damn good doing it. His neon pink stilettos and mid-thigh skirt showed how good his legs looked, and his shirt, well let’s just say it was smaller than Feliciano’s and didn’t cover much of his torso.

Feliks click-clacked over to Feliciano and whispered into his ear, “the couple actually just left your present on the front steps.”’

“Nu-uh Feliks! There were aliens and kittens!”

“Kittens?!”

“Evil kittens! With laser eyes and -!”

“ENOUGH! Alfred just give Feli his gift!” Francis’ voice cut through the argument and both Alfred and Feliks jerked their heads up. They cleared their throats and gave Feliciano sheepish glances before Alfred pulled a styrofoam container from behind his back.

“We know you haven’t had any in a while, so we brought you some.” he smell of oregano, tomato, cheese, and many other spices filled the air. Feliciano’s eyes widen at the smell and he looked at the three men in shock. They smiled and nodded, pushing the container closer toward the small Italian. With trembling fingers Feliciano took the offered box and opened in slowly. Yellow noodles stained red with fresh tomato sauce and topped with a single meatball were exposed to the night air as well as a squeal of delight. The three blonde men smiled at Feliciano’s expression. It had been so long since they had seen his amber eyes lit up so brightly and the smile be of complete sincerity. And even his peculiar curl stood straight out the side of Feliciano’s head, and though tangled, looked proud.

Feliciano laughed and threw himself at the blondes, after closing the box of course, one cannot waste good pasta.

“Thank you so much! You don’t know how much this means to me.” With a final squeeze Feliciano released the men and looked down at the box in his hands with an expression similar to that of a toddler on Christmas morning. The men smiled with faint flushes on their cheeks, when a certain blonde in a mini skirt remembered that Feliciano had been rushing somewhere before they had called him out, “Feli, weren’t you, like, going somewhere before we called you over?” Feliciano’s eyes widen almost comically, “Oh yea!”

Reluctantly pushing the pasta into Feliks’ hands, Feliciano rushed into the old building, to his room and stripped out of his shorts and shirt into a pair of baggy jeans and a sweatshirt. Dressed somewhat more presentable, Feliciano ran back out and snatched his pasta from Feliks, and ran toward the hospital waving good-bye to the men.
Unbeknownst to the French, Polish, American, and Italian men, were the two pairs of lustful eyes watching the small Italian sprint to his destination.

~PAGE BREAK~

The hospital looked the same as every other time Feliciano came to visit. White walls, white floor, pictures that tried to make you feel better but left you feeling sicker than when you walked in, and the awful smell of bleach and antiseptic that always managed to give Feliciano a killer headache.

Absentmindedly waving to the nurse at the front desk Feliciano continues walking without slowing. After coming here so often, Feliciano knew the layout of the hospital from the front door to the specific room he was looking for by heart.

Entering the final hallway, Feliciano’s fingers tightened around the pasta box in his hands, this hall always freaked him out; it was like a horror movie setting, completely silent, flickering lights, and a dead body slowly crawling its way toward him at the end . . . just without that last part. But today was different; one of the doors was open with light and sound pouring out of it

Feliciano was about to speed walk past the door when a flash of white suddenly crossed his vision followed by a yell.

“My limbs are too awesome to be confined in these plaster prisons of unawesomness!!” The explosive exclamation was followed by a much quieter voice, almost a whisper, “Gilbert please lay back down, it’s too soon for you to be moving around on your own!”

Eyeing the pillow on the ground as if it would get up and fly back into the room, Feliciano continued walking to the last door on the left.

Pushing the door open, Feliciano’s demeanor changed completely, his face brightened and his smile widened from ear to ear, the figure in the hospital bed, dressed in a horrible hospital gown looked pale, but his amber eyes, just a shade darker than Feliciano's, had their normal shine of anger in them, but Feliciano knew to look past the anger to see relief and happiness.

“You’re late bastardo!” The words were much like his eyes, layered in anger but with relief and happiness peeking through.

“Hello fratello.”

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Feliciano’s slender fingers clenched the scratchy sheets underneath him. The body above was a heavy weight on Feliciano's back pushing his face farther into the sheets. The body leaned farther forward and panted hotly into Feliciano’s ear making his stomach twist and made what little food he had in his system try to make an escape, but he kept it down knowing that if he lost it now he wouldn’t get paid. Feliciano went through the motions, moaning at the right times and panting when he felt the body above his have its final release.

The body above Feliciano gave a satisfied grunt before rolling off and promptly falling asleep. At this point it was normal for Feliciano to take his payment from the wallet that sat on the bedside table and take his leave, but for the last week Feliciano, being more desperate for money than he normally was, allowed his buyers to do what they wanted with him. Tonight’s client didn’t want to use a condom and Feliciano was regretting letting himself go through that. The feeling of wet, stickiness inside him made Feliciano hesitate to move due to the fact that once he did the sticky feeling would try to make an escape and Feliciano learned from past experience to never shower and try to clean himself in the same room as a client.

Knowing he had to leave before the man woke and wanted to go for a second round, Feliciano gritted his teeth and pushed himself carefully into the sitting position. Careful because he didn’t want to wake the snoring man beside him and as he moved the felt the client’s seed exit his body onto the sheets. Grimacing at the feeling, Feliciano reached over to the innocently placed wallet. The man must have been new to the buying of whores and payment afterword. Anyone else would have taken the whole thing and run, but being raised better than that Feliciano opened the wallet with only the agreed amount in mind. The first thing that greeted the amber-eyed man is a picture. A picture with three people, two small girls, one who looked about eight and the other swaddled in a pink blanket with a thumb in her mouth. The eight year old grinned widely at the camera with two missing front teeth and held the hand of a raven haired woman. The woman looked to be in her early thirties and smiled contently down at the baby in her arms while a golden wedding band shone brightly in the sunlight.

Feliciano frowned and looked over at the man sleeping beside him. This man had a family, a wife and two young girls who probably believed their daddy to be a hero, and here he was in a cheap motel, in the shady part of town, with a whore, not any whore but male whore whom he picked up off the corner of the street. What pushed this man to this point? By the looks of the clothes scattered across the floor, he was well of. Was he just looking for something new? Did he feel any guilt whatsoever? Disgusted with the man drooling onto the obviously not washed pillow cover, Feliciano pulled the agreed amount of money from the wallet (maybe a dollar or two more), tossed it back onto the bedside table, and pushed himself off the bed to collect his scattered clothes from the ground.

Later wondering how his underwear ended up on one of the arms of the fan, Feliciano passed a floor length mirror to pick up his shirt and a glance at his appearance made him stop. His natural bronze tinted skin was filthy with his ribs and hip bones being more prominent than they were a few weeks ago. The golden eyes that were normally lit up in excitement were dull and sunken giving him a haunted look. His hair was matted, probably dirtier than his entire body, and the odd curl that could never be laid down properly was limp and tangled in on itself.

Feliciano saw a pained look cross his face in the reflection before he forced himself to turn away, “I’m doing this for him. We promised to stay together, and this is the only way I can help him keep that promise.” Without glancing back at the mirror, Feliciano dressed himself in a shirt two sizes too small that clung to his body like a second skin but at the same time somehow kept his rib bones hidden, a pair of women's short shorts that he found being thrown away, and a pair of ratty sneakers that were falling apart.

Finally dressed Feliciano spared one more glance at the sleeping man before turning away with a scowl. He would never know how someone with a good, happy family life could willingly go and do something as awful as this.

~PAGE BREAK~

The street smelt of urine, sewage, cheap perfume, and other things that Feliciano didn’t want to acknowledge. Walking down the dimly lit street, trying not to make eye contact with potential buyers walking up and down the sidewalk, Feliciano suddenly remembers that it had been two weeks since he last visited the hospital and a smile broke across his face.

For the first time in two weeks Feliciano had a skip in his step and an attitude that nothing could bring down. Every two weeks meant he got to see him again! But before he could go Feliciano knew he had to stop by Rome’s place to make himself look presentable.

No one knew Rome’s real name, he was just Rome. A man who owned a rundown apartment complex, and loaned out rooms to prostitutes who had nowhere else to go. Feliciano had been living with him for the past three years and the little Italian had his own special place in the older man’s heart. Rome knew Feliciano's reasons for doing what he was doing, and stood as a strong support system for him when Feliciano was lost and didn’t know what to do. A small smile graced Feliciano’s face at the image of Rome’s huge grin and almost father-like demeanor.

Without him realizing it, Feliciano had reached the apartment building and would have kept walking if an obnoxiously loud voice hadn’t called his name.

“Vargas! Dude Vargas! Where the hell are you going?” Feliciano stopped and looked at the blue-eyed American standing in front of a used-to-be-white wall with two other people. All three of them had blonde hair, just varying in length. Alfred, the one who called out, waved Feliciano over with exaggerated arm movements. With a small smile Feliciano made his way over to the overeager blonde and his two companions. Before Alfred could utter another sound the second blonde pulled Feliciano into a bone-crushing hug. This blonde had a chin almost entirely covered in stubble and wavy, shoulder-length hair that was somehow shiny and grime free. Feliciano made a face at the feeling of the Frenchman’s itchy chin against his face.

“Little Feli! Where have you been? I missed you mon ami!” Feliciano, after finally freeing himself from the Frenchman’s embrace, pulled out the money he got earlier in the night and waved it for the three blondes to see, “for your information Francis, I was getting paid.” Feliciano subtly shifted his legs remembering that he still hadn’t showered after “getting paid". A look of sadness and pain crossed Francis’ face and he grabbed the small Italian yet again.

“Mon ami you are too innocent and adorable to sell yourself on the streets!” Again Feliciano struggled to get free but with less success. While wiggling and trying to get away from the itchy beard Feliciano had forgotten about the third blonde until he spoke up, “like totally, Francis? Is that necessary? I thought we were going to give Feli his present?” Feliciano immediately stopped struggling and looked at all the blondes in turn.

“What present?” Francis gasped and let go of Feliciano so suddenly that the little Italian almost fell to the ground before catching himself. Francis rushed over and planted himself at Alfred’s side, “my Feliks! How on Earth could I have forgotten little Feli’s surprise!” Feliciano looked at all three men standing in front of him, a Frenchman, an American, and a Polish man, all three having big smiles on their faces.

Clearing his throat, Alfred stepped forward and began his story, “while I was walking down the street I saw this couple walk out of a restaurant, holding hands, and just being all lovey-dovey, when all of a sudden,” Alfred pauses to make his story seem more dramatic, “aliens appear out of nowhere! They surround the couple and start their attack, and so, being the hero and all, I jump in and start to beat on those aliens. Up, down, left, right, and side to side and -” Feliciano, having heard more than his fair share of stories similar to this, just tunes the American out and looked to Feliks.

Feliks’ chin length hair waves slightly in the breeze . . . and so did his skirt. Feliks, unlike most of the gay, male prostitute population, took expressing his femininity to a whole new level. He was like a drag queen times a hundred, and he looked damn good doing it. His neon pink stilettos and mid-thigh skirt showed how good his legs looked, and his shirt, well let’s just say it was smaller than Feliciano’s and didn’t cover much of his torso.

Feliks click-clacked over to Feliciano and whispered into his ear, “the couple actually just left your present on the front steps.”’

“Nu-uh Feliks! There were aliens and kittens!”

“Kittens?!”

“Evil kittens! With laser eyes and -!”

“ENOUGH! Alfred just give Feli his gift!” Francis’ voice cut through the argument and both Alfred and Feliks jerked their heads up. They cleared their throats and gave Feliciano sheepish glances before Alfred pulled a styrofoam container from behind his back.

“We know you haven’t had any in a while, so we brought you some.” he smell of oregano, tomato, cheese, and many other spices filled the air. Feliciano’s eyes widen at the smell and he looked at the three men in shock. They smiled and nodded, pushing the container closer toward the small Italian. With trembling fingers Feliciano took the offered box and opened in slowly. Yellow noodles stained red with fresh tomato sauce and topped with a single meatball were exposed to the night air as well as a squeal of delight. The three blonde men smiled at Feliciano’s expression. It had been so long since they had seen his amber eyes lit up so brightly and the smile be of complete sincerity. And even his peculiar curl stood straight out the side of Feliciano’s head, and though tangled, looked proud.

Feliciano laughed and threw himself at the blondes, after closing the box of course, one cannot waste good pasta.

“Thank you so much! You don’t know how much this means to me.” With a final squeeze Feliciano released the men and looked down at the box in his hands with an expression similar to that of a toddler on Christmas morning. The men smiled with faint flushes on their cheeks, when a certain blonde in a mini skirt remembered that Feliciano had been rushing somewhere before they had called him out, “Feli, weren’t you, like, going somewhere before we called you over?” Feliciano’s eyes widen almost comically, “Oh yea!”

Reluctantly pushing the pasta into Feliks’ hands, Feliciano rushed into the old building, to his room and stripped out of his shorts and shirt into a pair of baggy jeans and a sweatshirt. Dressed somewhat more presentable, Feliciano ran back out and snatched his pasta from Feliks, and ran toward the hospital waving good-bye to the men.
Unbeknownst to the French, Polish, American, and Italian men, were the two pairs of lustful eyes watching the small Italian sprint to his destination.

~PAGE BREAK~

The hospital looked the same as every other time Feliciano came to visit. White walls, white floor, pictures that tried to make you feel better but left you feeling sicker than when you walked in, and the awful smell of bleach and antiseptic that always managed to give Feliciano a killer headache.

Absentmindedly waving to the nurse at the front desk Feliciano continues walking without slowing. After coming here so often, Feliciano knew the layout of the hospital from the front door to the specific room he was looking for by heart.

Entering the final hallway, Feliciano’s fingers tightened around the pasta box in his hands, this hall always freaked him out; it was like a horror movie setting, completely silent, flickering lights, and a dead body slowly crawling its way toward him at the end . . . just without that last part. But today was different; one of the doors was open with light and sound pouring out of it

Feliciano was about to speed walk past the door when a flash of white suddenly crossed his vision followed by a yell.

“My limbs are too awesome to be confined in these plaster prisons of unawesomness!!” The explosive exclamation was followed by a much quieter voice, almost a whisper, “Gilbert please lay back down, it’s too soon for you to be moving around on your own!”

Eyeing the pillow on the ground as if it would get up and fly back into the room, Feliciano continued walking to the last door on the left.

Pushing the door open, Feliciano’s demeanor changed completely, his face brightened and his smile widened from ear to ear, the figure in the hospital bed, dressed in a horrible hospital gown looked pale, but his amber eyes, just a shade darker than Feliciano's, had their normal shine of anger in them, but Feliciano knew to look past the anger to see relief and happiness.

“You’re late bastardo!” The words were much like his eyes, layered in anger but with relief and happiness peeking through.

“Hello fratello.”