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He walked around pointlessly after the sun had started setting and he'd been denied job after job. It was starting to become useless, trying to find a job, because he was never gonna get one.

"Kurt." A voice called out, a voice he instantly recognized. "You wanna earn more gold?" The man from before questioned as Kurt approached.

Kurt nodded. "Same as last time?" He asked sadly.



Kurt bowed his head in shame as he left the alleyway. He felt dirty. He felt guilty. The whole thing felt so wrong, but he needed to feed his son, he needed to give him a good life, and if doing bad things to his life meant giving his son a good one, then he was willing to do it. The money was good, and he was able to buy Adlington dinner and put some more aside for rent. His excuse for the money hadn't changed from the night before, and Adlington seemed to believe it. He was still so worried about Adlington, his eye looked horrible, but his spirits weren't dimed at all. He was still trying and trying to help bring in gold, and Kurt wished he didn't have to do that. He just wanted Adlington to have a normal life, which seemed almost impossible. But he was trying to get to that point, which seemed so far away.


This continued for four weeks, every other night Vechs, as he learned his name was, found him and paid him to pleasure him, and he did it everytime without question. It was stressing him out, but he continued so he could continue providing food for his son. After Adlington had gone to bed, Kurt left the house. Rent was due tomorrow and he was almost a hundred gold short. He knew he wasn't going to get enough gold tonight, but it was gonna be close.

He found Vechs in his usual spot and approached him nervously.

"Vechs, I need more gold, I can't afford rent if you keep paying me only twenty gold." Kurt says, gathering all of his confidence to actually approach Vechs about the matter.

"Hmmm, how much short are you?" Vechs questions, that mischievous tone in his voice, like always.

"A hundred."

Vechs put a finger to his lip, a quizzical look on his face. "What are you willing to do?"

"Anything." Kurt says sadly, his gaze finding the ground.

"Anything, eh?"

Kurt nods mutely.

"I'll give you a hundred gold if you let me fuck you."

Kurt's eyes shot to Vechs as the words sunk in. "Your-you're serious?" He asked incredulously.

"You said anything."

"Fine, lets just get this over with." Kurt mutters and allows Vechs to pull him towards an inn.


Kurt walked away from the inn feeling used, ashamed, dirty. He hated every second of that. He felt so used, he could still feel the pain in his lower half from Vechs, and how rough he was. He would never forget this night, no matter how much he'd try to, it was forever ingrained in his mind. He tried to push those thoughts aside as he went home, only limping slightly, though he tried not to let it show. He closed the front door quietly and kicked off his shoes and tried to be quiet as he made his way to his bedroom.

"Are you okay Papa?" Adlington questioned, looking worried. "You're limping."

"Yeah I'm fine bud, I just dropped a heavy box on my foot."

"Oh... Isn't rent due tomorrow?"

"Yeah, it is."

"Are we gonna get kicked out?" Adlington asks sadly.

"No Ads, we're not."

"But how can we afford it?"

"I've been slowly saving up money all month. We can just barely afford it."

"We won't have to leave!" Adlington says excitedly.

"Yeah, we won't."

"Why aren't you excited?"

Kurt ruffles Adlington's hair. "It's been a long night bud."

"I'm sorry Papa."

"No need to be Ads, I'd do anything for you."

"I know, I love you Papa."

"I love you too Ads."

Kurt watched his son go to bed with a huge smile on his face, a smile he hadn't seen in far too long. He sighed as he went to the bathroom and got in the cold water, which he knew would never warm up, and just let the water run across his skin. The feeling of being used was not one he felt he could ever shake off. Of course that wasn't his first rodeo, well, in some aspects. It definitely wasn't his first time, he'd given that to MK a long time ago. But, it was his first time with a guy, his first time not being the one in control, and he hated it. He wished it didn't have to be this way. He wished he didn't have to sell his body to be able to pay rent and feed his son.

He sighed as he leaned against the cold wall of the shower, resting his head against it. The water hit his back, running down his legs and down the drain, a constant cycle. He didn't know why he had given in the first time and pleasured Vechs. He should've said no. He should've walked away without a second thought and stayed away from him, but he needed the gold desperately. He'd lost a piece of himself tonight. He'd finally given everything he could to give his son; a good life, and he'd continue to for as long as it took. He grabbed a towel and dried off before collapsing on his bed and falling asleep quickly.

"Kurt..." A voice called, a smooth, sweet voice, one he could listen to for hours.

He looked around the darkness desperately, trying to find the source of the voice. "MK?"

"Kurt..." The voice, MK, called again, though this time closer.

"MK! Where are you?" He yelled, his voice echoing into the black nothingness around him.

"It's okay my love, there's no need to worry."

"But MK! What am I supposed to do? I've given up everything and we're barely making it."

"You're doing amazing, my love."

"If selling my body is doing well, then I guess you're right." He says coldly.

"That's not what I meant my love, look at our son, he's handsome, wise, he's much like you."

"I've failed you MK, I know I have, and I can never make it up...."

"Kurt, my love, you haven't even come close to failing me. You've given our son the best life possible and you've given him love and support. He admires you, he looks up to you."

"I don't get why..."

"You're strong, you're brave, you're incredible, you're smart, you're handsome. He has every reason to look up to you. You're an amazing father. My father never would have done anything you did for Ads; he would've rather left me to die than do what you did. I know you don't see it love, but its very true, and you just have to hang in there, it'll get better I know it will." MK's voice echoed through the darkness around him, getting quieter and quieter as she spoke. "I love you Kurt, I always have, always will."

Kurt awoke to a beam of sun hitting his face. He groaned as he stretched, still feeling a slight, unpleasant pain in his lower back. He hadn't had a dream of MK in so long, but this one had felt so different. It had felt real, very real. But he knew it wasn't. She was gone, she had been for eight years. Even if it had been real, she wouldn't have been okay with what he was doing. A loud knock on the door caught his attention. He knew who it was, and this time, he didn't have to worry too much. He grabbed the small pouch of gold and headed to the door.

"Rents due." Was all Guude said as the door opened.

"It's all here." Kurt says with loud sigh.

Guude takes the bag and looks inside. "Good, I'll be back in a month, if you don't have it, I'll kick you out. And I expect you to start paying your debt too."

Kurt let out a deep breath as Guude walked away. They had once been great friends, that was before MK had passed. They used to go out for drinks and laugh. But now, now they were simply acquaintances. He missed those days, a lot, but they were gone, they were in the past, and he couldn't dwell on that, for it would only bring more sadness and regret. He shook his head as he went back to his room to get around for the day.

"Papa, are we gonna have dinner today?" Adlington asks as Kurt walks into the kitchen.

"I don't know Ads, all our money went to paying rent."


"I'm sorry bud, I'll try to get us something today."

"It's okay Papa, I know you're trying."

He knew he had to get money today, and he knew he wouldn't enjoy it, but he had to make sure his son was able to eat and be happy, even if his own happiness was crushed in the process. He said goodbye to his son and headed out of the house. He needed to find Vechs, he needed to get the gold so he could give his son food. It didn't take long to find Vechs, especially with his black hair and blue eyes that stood out.

"Hiya Kurt!" Vechs giggled excitedly.

"I need gold." Kurt says sadly, knowing he'd be giving himself away again.

"Already? I just gave you some."

"It all went to rent, I have none left to feed my son."

"You have a son?"

"Yes, I do, but he needs to be left out of this."

A mischievous look settles in Vechs' icy blue eyes. "And what if I don't?"

"I don't know Vechs, okay, I just don't, but he needs to be left out of this. He's just a kid."

"Fine." Vechs says with a giggle. "Lets go." He pulls Kurt along by the sleeve of his coat.

Date: Monday, May 16th, 2016 10:45 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
I thought it might be Vechs. Icy blue eyes usually means it's him. I don't like where this is going, Kurt shouldn't have mentioned Adlington in any way at all ever. Although, it doesn't seem like anyone will die in this, at least so far, so there's that.
-Observing Anon

Date: Monday, May 16th, 2016 11:22 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] scara
Poor Kurt this will end badly somehow I know it

Date: Tuesday, May 17th, 2016 10:04 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
This fic is breaking my heart at least as much as the death one I read yesterday. Poor Kurt. I wish he and Guude were still friends. I wish he didn't feel like he needed to do this. At least he has Adlington. Vechs better not take that away from him.

-the lurkiest lurker


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