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Warning: Mention of violance, death (and DEATH... yucky)

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Quick panting noises were heard in the room, besides some groans in between and the sound of the skin of two bodies colliding. For a few seconds it became louder, when Louis felt his high coming, clouding his senses. That was the best part of it; he probably only was having sex to forget about his life, at least for a few minutes. His hands grabbed the brown hair of the man on top of him firmer, while he heard a deep groan next to his ear.

Louis calmed down quicker than the other man, which wasn't new to him. He listened to their quick breathing, while he looked up at the ceiling, missing the ringing in his ear he had felt after sex in the past. But at least he had released; no man could really satisfy him fully for a long time. And still, Louis tried it. Because sex was the only thing that made him feel something else than madness or desperation.

"Fuck", he then heard.

"This really wasn't what I expected"

Skeptical, Louis turned his head to look into his face. Because all men were the same.

"You didn't expect to have sex, when you went to this club?"

The head lifted now. The expression of the mafia leader didn't change, when his blue eyes looked into dark brown eyes. Dark eyes and dark hair. Just like every man Louis went for lately.

"To have sex with a man in general", the man grinned down to him.

All men were the same. Louis managed to bring out a chuckle, before placing a hand on his trained chest, pushed him to the side. As soon as he could he sat up, cleaned himself quickly, before he already began to slide towards the end of the bed to get up.

"I don't know how often I heard that", he answered honestly, while leaning down to grab the leather dress the man on the bed had taken off his body earlier. It was true; his ex had told him about turning straight men less straight often. He had mentioned it more than often. Crazy fucker.

"I'm not surprised", the deep voice answered. Yeah, because all men were the same.

"You're very hot"

Louis only hummed at the statement, stood up to get dressed. While the man on the bed watched him start to slide into his black Versace shoes, he kept quiet. At the meantime, he had sat up after having thrown the condom into the bin next to the bed, was now leaning on his hands behind himself.

"Am I gay now?", he asked, couldn't see how Louis held back to roll his eyes as he closed the small buckle around his ankles.

"Why would you? Just because you fucked a man?"

Apparently, the man behind him didn't get that this was fucking sarcasm, because he kept quiet. Louis wished men would stay quiet forever. They should just shut up.

But wishes never came true. Not in the nightmare called life, which was trying to make Louis suffer. After he had loved so much in his life, which he had lost.

He. Had. Lost. Everything.

"Yeah, you're right. Was a one-time-thing"

Louis didn't fucking care. He didn't even bother to answer, because men didn't listen to him. Instead, he stood up and walked towards the mirror at the wall, straightened his dress.