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Darkened streets stretched before him, orange orbs of light spread out at almost regular intervals where the streetlights tried in vain to cast their dim light down. The clock on his dashboard read 01:27, an obscenely early time when Levi should've been somewhere better. Anywhere would have been better, really. As he drove through the darkened streets at a slow crawl, he wondered, was 01:00am still night-time, or morning? What did it matter? Late night or early morning, his search was futile up until now. This part of town was notorious for being seedy, and yet it seemed that the one time he actually wanted something, he couldn't find it. Just driving through made him curl his lips back in disgust, the streetlights did a fine job of illuminating the filth strewn across the streets and road. Every now and then, he'd have to drive around a pothole or broken bottle, and there were too many alleyways that led off into the pitch black of who knows where. Still, the filth hadn't stopped him coming to search.

Huh, I must be really desperate, if I'll come to a place like this.

All he was looking for was a good fuck. But for some reason he hadn't had that in too long a time. Maybe it was common in men, or maybe it was just the men in the area, but too many of them were fixed on being on top. He couldn't exactly argue, since he was one of that number, but it could still annoy him. Every time he tried to fuck a guy, he'd find himself being turned over and taken before he'd uttered another word. Maybe it was because he was so short, other guys always assumed that they'd be the dominant one. How he hated that. And finding a good bottom was like finding the needle in a haystack; he'd never encountered a good bottom and managed to keep him. His current... boyfriend... was another man called Farlan. But he used the term 'boyfriend' loosely; all that that other guy was to him was a thing to be used whenever the need took one of them. Farlan was the only bottom he'd found in a while, but he was pretty lousy, most of the time he'd just lie there and expect Levi to do all the work. It had been three weeks since he'd used Farlan in that way, the other male required more effort than he was worth. And so, earlier in the night when he'd found himself lying awake and restless, he'd pulled on his clothes to go off in search of release.

A person was silhouetted in black, standing at a street corner. As he approached, he made out the form of a woman with short black hair. Everything about her, the way she was standing, the gaudy make-up on her face, and the way she glanced over and turned towards his car left no question as to what she was. She readjusted her tight dress so that it showed an incredible amount of cleavage and pouted towards the car, bending over ever so slightly so that he could get the full effect of it.

"Not my type, honey." He mumbled as he drove past her slowly, shaking his head. She frowned ever so slightly and stepped back.

How stupid, she looks offended.

As if it was his fault he didn't want her. And the way she then turned away in a brusque manner made him even more certain;

This was a bad idea.

Of course he'd find nothing here, nothing for him anyway. Maybe it was a good thing he'd found no guys here that offered what he wanted. A place like this, god only knew what kind of diseases they could be carrying. He turned his car around and decided to leave. By now he barely even wanted a good fuck; he just needed some kind of release, regardless of how it came to him. Finally, he drove at a normal speed, no longer looking for some other guy to hook up with for a half hour. It didn't take him long to make it to the outskirts of that terrible part of town. Once he was there, he pulled over quickly, needing some sort of pleasure if he was going to get home and feel like the trip hadn't been a complete waste. He exited the car quickly, suddenly feeling the need to have the cool night air on his skin. His skin tingled as the cold fingers of wind stroked it gently and blew strands of his ebony hair into his eyes. Digging a hand into his pocket, he pulled out the half-empty packet of cigarettes, which was torn and crumbled from its long stay in his jeans. He wasn't addicted or anything, he hoped, but a smoke would give him just a little calm when he couldn't get it from a sexual release. He lifted the cigarette to his mouth and fumbled for his lighter. No sooner than when he'd lit it and taken a long drag, a childish voice called out to him,