Several hours had passed since the sun finally set in what Leeroy affectionately called "Freaksville," as most of his acquaintances did, and the streetlights went out right on cue. To one who was not familiar with the eerie city, the sudden loss of light could be rather frightening, but by now Leeroy knew better. This was no regular power outage. All of the lamps on the next street over worked fine. This street was just special at this late hour.

Leeroy sighed and looked down the darkened street from the light post he stood beside. The moths that had been fluttering around the dull, orange light began to dance around his cheeks as they always did and he halfheartedly swatted them away. A customer once told Leeroy that his vivid green eyes lit up in the dark, and Lee figured that that was why the moths sought refuge around his face once the streetlights went out. Every night they came to him, he smiled. It meant his eyes were still pretty, and that meant that he would attract at least a few people before morning. The moths let him know that it was a good night for him to work. He laughed as he started down the street: Every night is a good night to work.

A single light flickered on at the end of the street, the sign of the only building ever really occupied, bright and neon, switching between intense colors of green and purple and white. Frequenters such as Leeroy referred to the place as Zero since the neon sign was just a large "O" with a diagonal line slashed through it. This nightclub was the place that made the city "Freaksville." Those who went there were only attracted to it for one of three reasons: to dance, to drink, or to have sex. Strangely enough, the first two reasons almost always led to the last.

To get into Zero, one only had to be wealthy or attractive. Leeroy was popular for being the latter.

When Leeroy approached the building, he smiled and shook his head in slight disbelief. Not even five minutes had gone by and several people stood out front waiting their turn for approval. He pushed his way through the crowd, somehow making it to the front where a tall, well built man stood to make sure no one who did not pass the criteria went inside. When people complained that Leeroy had not waited his turn like everyone else, the man watching the door rolled his eyes.

"Go on inside, Lee. Vanessa is already in there waiting for you," he said in a husky voice, gesturing towards the entrance.

"Thank you," Leeroy said, turning to stick his tongue out at those behind him before making his way inside.

The loud music hit him almost too hard, but quickly regained his composure. You should be used to this by now, he scolded himself. He could feel the heavy bass shaking the floor as people danced provocatively against one another. The dance floor was becoming so packed that he was not sure if he could make it through it.

Sighing, Leeroy began to squeeze pass the couples, his eyes scanning around for his girl, who was supposedly waiting for him. A few people tried to get him to dance, but he simply waved them away. When someone grabbed a hold of his wrist , he tried to shake them off, but whoever it was was persistent.

"Look," Leeroy started, turning around, "I'm busy right–"

He was cut off by the sensation of someone's lips against his, kissing him hard but briefly. When she pulled away, her tongue flicked over Lee's lip ring.

"Vanessa!" Leeroy yelled over the music, grinning down at the short, blue haired girl who had ambushed him. "I was looking for you!"

"And I've been waiting for you!" Her hands slipped into the back pockets of his tight jeans and she pulled him close to her, but he quickly pushed her away.

"Hey, I can't let people know that I'm taken!" he laughed loudly. "It's bad for business!"

Her mauve lips pouted slightly and she frowned, crossing her arms over her chest angrily and muttering something that Leeroy could not quite hear over the music. He chose to ignore it. Human women proved to be too moody.

Without saying anything further, much to his girlfriend's surprise, Leeroy walked off of the dance floor and found a seat at the bar. Pulling a small container out of his pocket, Leeroy applied a fresh coat of lip gloss with his finger before smacking his lips dramatically. This was definitely the worst part of his occupation; the waiting.

He drummed his fingers on the counter impatiently, black painted nails making no audible sound over the loud music. He did not have enough money to buy a drink and, no matter how well the establishment knew him, he could get nothing for free. Still, Lee had expected for someone to at least buy him a drink by now, but everyone was too occupied with the too-close-for-comfort events on the dance floor. He sighed deeply, trying not to slouch as if he had been defeated. He just hoped he would not have to actually get up and find a catch himself. Tonight, laziness prevailed.

When someone finally sat beside him, Leeroy hardly even noticed. The stranger had to clear his throat to catch Leeroy's attention.

"Why sit at the bar and not drink?" the young stranger asked Leeroy, smirking haughtily. Blonde hair hung neatly over his left eye and he was dressed much too casually for a place like Zero, wearing a simple white shirt that buttoned up to his collar bone and a plain pair of tan trousers. Leeroy smiled slightly.

"Why ask such a question without buying me a drink?"

"Fair enough," the young man said, calling over the bar tender and asking for a couple of beers.

"Interesting choice," Leeroy said unenthusiastically, eyeing the drink as it came. He didn't bother touching it. Instead he looked over to the young man who had ordered it and debated whether or not to have some fun while he waited for a worthy customer to approach. It was bad for business, but Leeroy's childish need for amusement won.

"So what's a pretty thing like you doing in a dirty place like this?" Leeroy asked as he propped his elbow up on the bar's counter and placed his chin in the palm of his hand. His eyes were wide with interest, anticipating an answer from the stranger that sat beside him. A small smirk tainted Lee's lips when he noticed the young man giving him a once over before answering, paying particularly close attention to how Leeroy's jeans clung to his thin legs.

"My birthday," the stranger answered finally, not really bothering to look back at Leeroy's face. It was just as well. Leeroy was not one to care about such things.

"Your birthday?" Lee asked curiously, crossing his legs. "Why would an occasion like that bring you here?"

The blond took his eyes off of Leeroy to look at the packed dance floor. People danced so closely that it was impossible to tell who was with who. "Do you ever dance out there?" he asked suddenly.

Lee frowned with a gleam of annoyance in his eyes. "Sometimes. You didn't answer my question."

"Will you dance with me?" His eyes remained fixed on the massive group of people that slid and rubbed and touched as music played.

"Dance, huh?" Leeroy said, reaching out to the young man's cheek and turning his head. "Itching for some physical contact, are we? I'm not known for doing that kind of thing for free."

"It's just dancing . . ." the stranger started, but his voice trailed off when Leeroy laughed.

"Just dancing?" Leeroy shook his head. "No, that's dry sex, sweetheart, and any kind of sex from me will cost you." Finally he smirked and turned his attention to the untouched drink before him.

"Cost me?" the young man asked, slightly confused. Leeroy nodded, his smirk still on his face, and suddenly the stranger understood. "Oh . . . I didn't you know were a–"

"I've kinda gotta fit in, you know?" Sighing, Leeroy stood up. He was not getting anywhere by talking to this kid and, if he wanted to make any money that night, he would have find a worthy partner. The stranger grabbed Leeroy's wrist before he could simply walk away.

"I bought you a drink. The least you could do is dance with me."

Leeroy rolled his eyes, shaking his wrist loose. "Hey, it's your birthday. You probably came here to get drunk, grind with a decent looking girl 'n take her home with you for a good time. Plus, you don't look a day over seventeen. You're too young to be interested in what I'm offering. You probably couldn't afford it anyway." Lee looked away, expecting to lose the kid to the crowd on the dance floor, but to his surprise the young man pulled out a large sum of money and placed it on the counter. Leeroy looked back at him and raised his brow.

"I'm eighteen," the young man stated as if he has been offended.

Leeroy looked at the money on the counter and grinned, pocketing the cash. An unexpected turn for the better, Leeroy thought. Maybe the kid wasn't so bad. "Mommy and Daddy spoil you much?" Lee asked, half sarcastically, wrapping his arms around the waist of his new customer.

"As long as I stay out of their hair."

Hmm, a brat, Leeroy thought to himself as he kissed the base of the young man's ear. "You're a lucky kid." Leeroy said as softly as possible and still be heard over the music.

"Sure, I guess," he said. "Now what?"

Leeroy frowned slightly. "You're not very experienced with this at all, are you?" Without waiting for a response, Leeroy grabbed the young man's hand and led him away from the bar.

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere a bit more private than this," Leeroy replied. "Unless you want to do it in the middle of the dance floor."

Before the young man could reply, someone else grabbed Leeroy's attention. "What the hell are you doing?" a blue haired woman asked. She seemed to have come out of nowhere, and for whatever reason she looked rather upset.

"Vanessa!" Leeroy said happily, ignoring the peeved look on his girlfriend's face. "I'm glad you showed up! Would you watch the door for me?"

She pulled the collar of Leeroy's shirt down towards her, forcing him to bend over so she could whisper in his ear. "You don't have the time or the money to be messing around with this little kid!" she snapped.

"Nessa," Leeroy said, using his free hand to get himself released from her grasp. "I need you to watch the door for me. I have a well paying kid here," he said, gesturing towards the confused blond man who held his hand.

"Oh," she muttered, too softly for him to hear. Before she could say anything more, Leeroy pulled his catch further away from the crowd in the main part of the building. Silently, Vanessa followed.

They turned into a dark hall and the music started to become softer as the trio moved away from it. The young man held Leeroy's hand tightly, as if he were afraid, and Leeroy fought back the urge to laugh. This kid was really something else. Lee had never expected to find such a catch, especially since he had not once been with someone younger than him since he started going to Zero. This could get interesting, he thought, holding the young man's hand a bit more affectionately, lacing their fingers.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I won't anything happen to you."

"Why is it so dark? Where are you taking me?" the kid demanded, stopping and pulling Leeroy back slightly. Leeroy responded by gently pushing the young man against the wall and placing a soft kiss on his neck.

"I'll take good care of you. Trust me," Leeroy whispered against the blond's skin. He reacted ever so slightly and leeroy smiled. "Do you trust me?" Lee waited for a nod before continuing down the hall. He heard Vanessa clear her throat noisily, as if reminding Lee that she was still there, but she was ignored again. She should be used to sharing him by now and Leeroy had no time to console her.

A single fluorescent light shown brightly over a door at the very end of the hall and when the young man saw the sign on the door they approached, he frowned slightly. "Men's room?"

"What were you expecting?" Leeroy laughed. "I told you this club was a dirty place." He turned to Vanessa and pointed beside the door. "Stand there and don't let anyone in for a good hour."

"An hour!?" she protested, throwing her hands in the air. "Next you'll ask me to change the rotation of the Earth!"

"If you put your mind to it, you can do it," Leeroy said, pushing the young man inside without saying anything to him. "The door thing, not the Earth thing." Before she could argue any further, he winked at her and blew her a kiss, which shut her up for the time being. "Thanks, Nessa."

When he went into the restroom himself, his customer was looking around. "This is . . . unsanitary."

Leeroy laughed lightly, pulling the blond close to him, and nuzzled his neck. "Think of it as . . . ambiance, 'kay? In time I'll make you forget that we're even here."

"I doubt it," he whispered, causing Leeroy to frown.

"Why do you say that?" he asked, offended.

The young man smirked. "Because you haven't even kissed me yet."

Leeroy took this as a challenge, leaving his catch's neck to capture his lips in a kiss. The younger man's lips parted slightly and Leeroy gladly accepted the invitation, his tongue exploring every crevice it could find. Leeroy thought the blond tasted like strawberries and cigarettes, a combination that was strangely attractive. Slender fingers glided across the young man's flat stomach as the two of them kissed messily and the young man was forced to break their kiss in order to laugh. Leeroy smiled. How cute.

Lee moved to back to where he had started, sucking at the man's neck in order to keep his lips entertained. His hands rested on the other's slim hips as his tongue danced around the collarbone. The soft moaning that Leeroy's work induced was like music to his ears. "I think you like that," Leeroy purred.

"Stop teasing me," the younger man pleaded.

"You're the boss," Leeroy said, pushing the other against the restroom wall. "By the way, my name's Leeroy. You might want to remember that."

The young man gasped softly as Leeroy nipped at his neck. "Why?"

"Because," Leeroy said, trying to discard the man's shirt, "You'll be calling it out a little while from now."