Louis is the Leader of a Steampunk street-gang and earns money as a male prostitute. Harry is a Dutch Gypsy with a prosthetic hand with a keen eye for all things beautiful.
They find each other perhaps by chance, but perhaps that the Gypsy-Boy knew...
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"Hey!" A light voice shouted over the sound of clinking brass and iron, "Heads up for penis!"
Louis stood on the wooden chair, looking down at his friends who were all hard at work. When Zayn's head turned from the book he was reading, Louis screamed, jumping over the back of the chair, and threw his banana peel over the man's face. "You looked!" He laughed, pointing a steel-ringed finger at the man. "Sucker!"
Zayn looked up at him with the bored expression on his face. He rolled his eyes, pulling his knees closer to his chest, and took the banana peel off his head. "What an annoying little man.." He muttered to himself, turning back to his book. "Isn't he a nuisance, Penny?"
Penny was his pet rat. He hadn't intended to keep a pet, but the fat brown rat somehow always found her way back to him so over time, he had accepted that fate, and now cherished their bond with every ounce of love.
Louis looked at the overweight rat perched on Zayn's shoulder and folded his arms before shuddering. "Are you going to release that thing soon?" He asked, "It's creeping me out."
Zayn snapped the book closed and glared up as his leader through his red eye-glass. "No." He stated, "Leave me and my beautiful Penny alone." He put his hand to the rat and the creature crawled into his palm.
Louis shuddered again, imagining the tiny paws and fat body all over his, before turning away to Liam. He walked up to the Commander, mind still wandering over the disgusting rat, and leant against the old rusted train. It was the one that the group were working to fix, but honestly, the rust and lack of power was starting to take its toll on the vehicle, but they didn't give up on it.
"You missed a bit." Louis said, a sly grin on his face as he watched his friend scrape away the rust with an old dust-cloth. "It's never going to get clean if you wash it with that." He teased, nodding to the old rag. "I advise you to use the rat instead."
Liam laughed and glanced at the rat on Zayn's shoulder before turning back to Louis. "Leave Penny alone," He said, putting the back of his hand to his mouth as he laughed softly, "Go pick up ladies or something, you're in my way." He swatted the duster in Louis' face and Louis backed away.
"I'd rather not get my cock stuck up some woman's petticoat." He stated, sticking his tongue out in disgust, "But that's not such a bad idea." He raised his hands up, leaning one on his chin, and the other around his slim waist. "I'm going to find some handsome men. It's Friday night, I'm sure they're practically swarming up there for my attention."
Liam laughed again and shook his head. He brushed away a black line of engine grease from his cheek with the back of his wrist, and pulled his white gloves up. "Of course, everyone wants a rogue like you." He said sarcastically. "I tell you, Louis, it's only women who like the thugs, men aren't interested in poor folk like you."
