oh sweetie, i didn't mean to come down hard on you, i just... what else could I say? (o.0)

Here, to make it up to you, I'll do druglord/prostitute.

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"That wasn't the price you gave Eden," Mohinder complained.

"Eden brings in a lot more business for me," Matt drawled. "In the end, Mohinder, you have, how do I call this? A niche market. Until you can find yourself a corner outside a nest of gay guys, you're going to have to pay me the difference."

Mohinder moved forward, brought his shoulders flush against Matt's. A dark hand drifted to the larger man's belt.

"Perhaps I should stand outside your apartment, then," Mohinder said. "Maybe I could get some business from you or that Nathan fellow you're shacking up with."

Matt smiled. His eyes were on Mohinder's lips. "Nathan's old news," he growled, arching forward against him. "I suppose I could see about a, what do you call it when you get money back later?"

"A rebate?" Mohinder smiled, jerking Matt forward with surprising strength.

"Right, a rebate," whispered Matt in a husky voice before their lips met.