Sasha woke up in the dark with a terrible headache. He felt disoriented as he tried to sit against his pounding headache. The bed he was on felt foreign, the smooth sheets felt hard and expensive under his body; it was a cold unfamiliarity from the Target flannel sheets on his own bed. His senses prickled, Dorthy I don't think we are in your apartment anymore.

There was movement next to him that made skin jump in shock, he reflexively reached out for a weapon to defend with, but instead, his hand hit something that felt like a lamp.

It automatically switched on at his touch.

Drew groaned next to him as the sudden brightness flooded the room. He was counting on a few more hours of sleep; Sasha shouldn't have woken up for another few hours.

"Where am I?" Sasha demanded in a voice that sounded like a dry croak.

"I found you passed out outside the pub." Drew's voice was slow with sleep as he struggled to a half sitting position with his elbows.

"The pub?" Sasha echoed in confusion. Memories slowly stirred in his head in fragmented bits.

Drew yawned, "Yeah, we ran into each other at a pub on Friday, remember?"

Sasha remembered the pub, he remembered trying to get rid of Drew, and he remembered feeling dizzy after Tanner said hello to him, but then everything after that was a blur. A cold shiver crawled up his spin as a terrible thought occurred to him.

He tested his body. Nothing felt terribly off, at least there was no pain in his ass. He sighed in relief. But he was still leery.

Of all the people who helped him, why did it have to be Drew?

"What time is it?" He finally asked.

"5am." Drew said in a bored way to hide how carefully he was observing the changes in Sasha's expressions. He was sure that Sasha didn't suspect him yet.

"I need to go home. I can't remember if I told my friends I was leaving the pub."

Drew watched as Sasha threw the bed covers off. He had been careful to leave Sasha's T-shirt and jeans on in case he became suspicious. "It's pretty late. You sure you don't want to stay?"

Sasha looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand, then at the dark night outside the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the bay. He had no idea where he was, no idea where his car was, and no idea how the fuck he was going to get home.

The pain in his head was nauseating and he felt like vomiting. There was no way he was going to get home on his own but he also wasn't going to ask Drew for help getting him home. But he had been warned that clients should never know where he lived.

"Can you call a taxi for me?"

"Don't be silly, you look terrible right now. Why don't you sleep a little more until you are feeling better?"

"You have a guest room?" Sasha asked hopefully. He didn't feel like arguing, but he didn't want to spend the night in the bed of someone he didn't know. Considering his profession, it made him want to laugh.

"Outside to your left." Drew pointed towards the door. "You sure you don't want to just stay here?"

"I'll be fine—" Sasha started to say, but as he was making his way out of bed, his legs gave out under him and he went down headfirst. Thankfully, the carpet was soft and his hands shot out in front of him to dampen the fall.

"You need some water?" Drew was suddenly by his side, his voice soft and caring next to his ear.

"Yeah." Sasha acquiesced helplessly from beneath the covers. His breathing felt labored, like there wasn't enough oxygen reaching his lungs.

Drew carried him back to the bed like he was a wounded pet and placed him under the covers with the care of a doting parent.

"Try to sleep it off." Sasha heard Drew say in the fogginess of his mind.

A moment later, he felt a large warm hand propping up his back and the cold edge of a glass at his lips, some of the liquid entered his mouth, more spilled down the ends of his lips. He thought the water tasted strange, but couldn't hang on to the thought. A gentle thumb rubbed away where the liquid had spilled, and he was placed back on the pillows again.

The bed dipped when Drew climbed in besides him.

I need to go home. Sasha tried to say.

"Don't worry, just get some rest." Sasha heard Drew say faintly, "I'll take care of you, I'll take care of you."

The chant was like a hypnotizing lullaby that snaked into his subconscious, and then he was out like a light again.






Drew had calculated the second set of pills he had given Sasha to wear off by Monday morning.

He was making breakfast in the open kitchen of his penthouse. He didn't live there normally, but since his wife was going to be busy with the campaign, she had recommended that he keep out of her way by moving there temporarily. The maid had come by to clean it over the weekend while Sasha was still unconscious, now it looked like the disaster zone of an unkempt chef again.

The sound of running water told him that Sasha had woken up and was showering. Drew carefully arranged the eggs, bacon, and croissant on a plate and set it down on the counter next to a pot of fresh coffee.

Bare feet pattering on the marble floors made Drew glance up just as he was finishing his task. Sasha's face looked ashen and his hair was still a mess of wet tendrils. He had ignored the set of clothes Drew laid out for him on the bed and was still wearing his old clothes from Friday.

"You can give yourself a tour of the house if you feel better. I'll be done making breakfast soon." Drew gestured broadly at the apartment with one hand while the other continued to chop at a rhythmic pace.

"Thank you for putting up with me." Sasha said. He vaguely remembered Drew taking care of him when he had woken up in the dark.

Perhaps he had been too quick to judge the man. How many other men wouldn't have taken advantage of a situation like that?

His limbs were slowly getting their strength back though and he was able to lean against the dining table as he surveyed Drew's fancy pad.

"You are lucky I ran in to you when I did." Drew said, and laughed to himself at the absurdity of his words; lucky should have been the least likely word choice.

"You are a producer?'' Sasha had paused in the eating area, and asked while squinting at the shiny awards and framed certificates decorating the built-in shelf behind the table.

"My brother is. He's president of Blank Records."

"Blank Records, Wes Green?"

"Yes." Drew nodded, "You know him?"

Sasha sighed wearily; he only had about five rejection letters from Blank Records. "I know of him."

"Didn't I tell you it'd be a good idea if you brought me your demo? I'm a very useful man to know."

Sasha said nothing, but Drew could see the gears turning in his head. It would be fun getting Sasha to beg him for help with his music career when the time comes. He would have fun building up the hopes in this one.

"Come eat something." Drew said, with nothing on his expression betraying his thoughts.

"I should get going." Sasha looked towards the door for his shoes.

"It's Monday, you start working for me today." Drew reminded him crossly.

Sasha frowned. There was no way he had passed out for two days without reason. "It's Monday? How long was I sleeping for?"

"You were up for awhile Saturday night, then you went back to sleep. You got up in between for the bathroom. Don't you remember?" Drew asked innocently.

"No." Sasha shook his head. Nothing after Friday night was coming to his head. Panic grew in the pit of his stomach. "I passed out for two days?"

"Don't look so terrified, I took care of you. And it's not as if you were passed out the entire time. You went to the bathroom and had something to drink Sunday morning too. "

"I don't really remember much." Sasha struggled to piece together fragments of images. He thought he remembered some blurry faces and dark hallways, but those could just be fragments of his imagination.

"I'm sure you are just having some memory loss from the alcohol. You did seem pretty drunk when I got to you, but you seemed fine over the weekend. Maybe your body just needed to sleep it off."

"I need to go home." Sasha didn't quite believe Drew, but he was still too nauseous to sort out his thoughts for himself. He only knew that he never drank more than he could handle. He started moving towards the door.

"I'll go with you. You don't have your car here." Drew caught Sasha's wrist and stopped him midstep.

"I can get a taxi." Sasha said as he tried to get Drew to let go of him. He didn't want to seem ungrateful for Drew's hospitality. There was no substantial evidence to support his anxiety, but it was a gut feeling that something was off.

"Why? I can drive you, you aren't too far away."

Sasha chewed on his lips, wondering if Drew knew his address somehow. That thought didn't sit will with him.

"I can get Lou to set you up with someone else. He can refund you my price."

"Why would you do that? I'm not interested in anyone else." Drew frowned.

"I'm not going to be much fun. Wouldn't want to ruin my rent boy reviews if you don't have a good time."

"Hey, I understand. You must have one hell of a hangover. Don't worry, I'll take care of you." Drew took a step towards Sasha, "Did you drink something weird at the pub?"

Sasha just shrugged limply.

"Something's just not right with me. I'll get myself check out, you should tell Lou to get someone else."

"Don't be silly. I'll take care of you if you don't feel good."

Sasha wanted to ask, why. But then thought against it. Some guys got off on wanting to take care of other people.

"Come on, don't make an old man beg." Drew placed a reassuring hand on Sasha's back and patted him like a child. "I don't think you need to worry about anything, I was the only one to get to you when I saw you coming out of that place."

"No, I just don't think I'm in the best shape to make your time worthwhile." Sasha said wearily.

"I assure you that you are very much worth my while." Drew sensed Sasha's hesitancy so he pulled him to the barstool. "Have something to eat first, once you feel a little better we can take you to the hospital to get checked out."

"I don't think I can eat anything."

"You haven't eaten since I brought you here, you need some food in your system." Drew stabbed a piece of egg on Sasha's plate and brought it to his lips.

"—really not hungry." Sasha mumbled, but he let Drew feed him that bite. He couldn't taste the food, but the texture was rubbery.

"Have some coffee too." Drew insisted and picked up the coffee pot and filled the two mugs by their plates, then asked. "Cream?"

"No thanks." Sasha shook his head and took a sip from his cup.

"Wes brought it back from Indonesia. Have you heard of civet coffee?" Drew tried to bring up his brother again, but Sasha was silent. "You should meet Wes sometime, you'll like him."

Sasha nodded, but didn't lead on the conversation.

"I can take you to his studio. I know you are interested in music."

Sasha shook his head. His mouth felt like thick pieces of cotton and he didn't feel like speaking, but he said, "I think I need to go to the hospital after this. I feel like throwing up."

Drew hesitated, "I'll take you to the ER after breakfast. You only had something to drink yesterday and hadn't eaten in two days. At least drink the coffee."

Sasha looked at the full plate in front of him and frowned. Just the sight of it made the bile rise from the back of his throat. But he took up his mug and emptied the rest of his cup. Liquid was easier to take down than food.

Drink it up, Drew thought as he watched Sasha's Adam's apple bop, wash it out of your system.

"All right," Drew threw his hands up and gave in when Sasha licked the last drop from his lips. "I guess I can drive you now."

He rose and retrieved Sasha's jacket from the bedroom.

"Let me go to the restroom real fast, my bladder keeps filling up." Sasha said when they got up. Drew nodded, and tried to suppress a smirk as he waited.

The ER doctor had Drew to wait in the lounge while they conducted their exam on Sasha. He asked Sasha for details of what he could remember from Friday night. There were no signs of cuts or trauma on Sasha's body, and the rape kit couldn't retrieve a semen sample, but he was told that it could also be possible that the traces were washed away when he showered that morning, especially if the perpetrator had been careful.

The toxicology reports came back positive only for alcohol. Even the doctor seemed stumped when Sasha said he had been out for two days. But they still ran an HIV and STD test for him just in case.

When Sasha was asked if he wanted to file a police report, he shook his head.

"What did the doctor say?" Drew asked when they left the hospital.

"The doctor said maybe I was drugged, but he can't be sure based on my urine test. Probably not rape though."

"Probably?" Drew asked with feigned concern.

"I don't think so either."

Drew nodded and patted Sasha's hand supportively, "That's good."

"Sorry about the scare." Sasha said.

"I just want you safe. Are you feeling better? You still need to get some food in you."

Sasha's energy was already slowly returning and he could feel his stomach growling from hunger. "Yeah, that'd be nice."

"Alright, come on, I'll make something for you when we go home." Drew opened the car door for Sasha and waited for him to get in.

Sasha paused at the door as the word home reverberated in his ears, and looked at Drew.

"Something wrong?" Drew asked. There was a little panic in his expression. Sasha's stare on him was intense. For a second, Drew wondered if he remembered something.

"No. I just thought I should say—" Sasha's smile was weak but sincere as he said, "Thank you."






Drew wanted Sasha to stay at his house for the length of the contract. Sasha had already told his boss at the bar that he was going to take the week off to audition for some role. He had to give a coworker an extra hundred to agree to take over for him; it was penitence compared to what Drew had paid him.

"I could find you another job, something that has to do with music." Drew offered as they sat on a couch and watched PBS. "Being a bartender can't be easy work."

"That's alright, it's pretty laid back at the bar. Don't want my bartending license to go to waste anyway."

"I want to take care of you." Drew wrapped an arm around Sasha and whispered lovingly.

"You are." At least until the contract's up, Sasha wanted to say, but that was for him to worry about, not the client. "I just like having a job to call my own. Keeps me normal."

"You have a scar over your eyebrow. May I ask what happened?" Drew traced the little white line near over the left side of Sasha's forehead with a tickling touch.

"I used to give kids singing lessons. One of the mothers got really angry at me because her kid couldn't sing on tune."

"And she hit you?" Drew looked appalled.

"After I told her that her kid just doesn't have the talent she got pretty angry and swung her handbag at me. The buckles scratched there."

"That's assault." Drew hissed. It should be criminal to harm such a perfect face.

"It wasn't a deep cut. It'll probably fade in a couple years." Sasha rubbed at it carelessly. Drew caught his hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it.

"Do you still teach?"

"Nope, music's more fun on stage."

"You are meant to be a star, the way you looked at the pub—"

Sasha shrugged. He didn't like talking about himself. "What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Do you want to tell me more about yourself?" Some clients wanted to talk, some didn't. Sasha still couldn't decide which kind Drew was.

"There's not much to say about me. My family is rich, my wife is powerful, my brother is successful."

"What about you?"

"I pay men for sex." Drew said with a humorless laugh. His expression was closed off and he looked angry.

"That's a severe judgment of yourself." Sasha felt bad for Drew; there was something pitiful about the man. He wasn't as annoying as Sasha had originally thought, a little too persistent perhaps, but he seemed to honestly care about Sasha at least.

"Are you happy?" Sasha asked.

"I can buy it when I need it."

"People say you can't buy happiness."

"They don't have enough money then. Everything comes with a price tag. Money brought you to me didn't it?"

"And I bring you happiness?" Sasha asked.

"You bring me something right here." Drew gestured his crotch crudely with a teasing grin.

Sasha laughed real wide; it was the first real truth Drew had said to him since he had met the guy, and it made it easier to relax. "You are right, I believe in that kind of happiness too."

"You feeling up for it? I mean, no pressure if you still feel sick. Don't think just because I'm paying—"

"Hey," Sasha stopped Drew midsentence and leaned over to place a light kiss on his lips, and tugged on Drew's earlobe affectionately, "I want to be happy too."






Janice called Sasha towards the end of the week to ask how his audition was going. Sasha took a glance at Drew lying languidly atop of him and chuckled back something affirmative.

"Don't forget to tell us if you get on TV. I'll TiVo it."

"I doubt it'll come to that." Sasha grunted skeptically

"Are you coming back soon?" Janice asked.

"I'll have to ask them if they need me for more shots."

"Sounds exciting, I wish you'd tell me more." Janice whined.

"Confidentiality and all that, you know how these things are. I have to go, say hi to Matt for me, love you, take care." Sasha tried to rush through the rest of the call before she could become suspicious.

"Well do, take care of yourself too."

After he had hanged up, Drew dragged the covers over them and they snuggled back into bed.

"Everything alright?" Drew asked.

"Yeah, I'm glad she didn't bring up Friday night." Sasha nuzzled against Drew's chest.

Me too, Drew thought to himself.

"I can't believe it's almost been a week." There was a hint of sadness in Sasha's voice.

The week was ranking very high in the history of his escorting career. Most clients had some sort of kink or quirk that he had to grit his teeth through, but being with Drew was almost like being with a boyfriend. The only thing that bothered him was the way Drew seemed to follow him with his eyes everywhere he went.

"You sound like you are planning to run off." Drew accused teasingly and pulled him closer.

"Nope, I'm committed to the full length of the contract."

"I'm going to extend it, you know." Drew said.

Sasha couldn't tell if Drew was serious. His fee was pretty high and while he knew that Drew was probably richer than most, he still hadn't seen an offer for a monthly contract since he started the business. "I can't be away from the bar too long, they'll fire me."

"So let them, I can pay you more."

"I'll think about it." Sasha nodded, but he knew that he wouldn't accept the offer. He didn't like dragging these contracts out for too long, Lou had warned him about the dangers of becoming too attached.

"It'll be to your advantage, I promise."

"I must be a pretty good lay if you are so eager to request my services again."

"The best." Drew agreed.

"You are making me feel like Pretty Woman."

"I haven't spoiled you nearly enough."

"Then how are you going to make it up to me?" Sasha tempted Drew as he started nibbling kisses down the man's throat.

He expected Drew to yield to his advances, but instead, he felt the covers pulled off him.

"Come on, get dressed, I'm going to show you how we do it in the real life version."

"I was just kidding." Sasha looked at Drew in surprise.

"I told you I was going to spoil you." Make you depend on me.

"I'm not cut out for it." Sasha laughed at the determination on Drew's face.

"You will be, you won't even remember what your life was like before this." Drew declared with a grand sweep of his arms.

"Ahh, so that's what your evil plan was all along." Sasha teased.

"Only the purest of intentions," Drew smiled secretively then pulled a piece of black cloth out of the nightstand.

"What's that?" Sasha glanced at the long fabric.

"A blindfold, I told you it's a surprise. I don't want you to see where we are going until we get there."

"You are taking me somewhere?"

"I believe I am." Drew turned Sasha around and placed the blindfold over his eyes.

"What's the special occasion?" Sasha asked, when Drew wouldn't answer, he pouted, "At least tell me if I need a passport."

"No, I've got you taken care of." Drew kissed him on the top of his head as he tied the fabric. "Trust me."