Can two brothers and two damaged young men find a family in each other?
Kytan and Rivan love what they have, but they know they need more. When two emotionally damaged young men find their way into Ky and Van's lives, they decide they've found the perfect family. Can they convince Hinton and Jewel they know what's best?
Originally on the Turn of the Screw Subscription Service and in the print volume Velvet Glove: Volume 2.
Rivan wandered, letting his feet find their own way. He and Ky had showered, then breakfasted, feeding each other bits and bites of their favorites. A lovely morning. A good day indeed. He found himself leaving the club, smiling up into unexpected sunshine. It had been raining for weeks on end.
"Why pay for the Glove boys? We're a quarter the price and twice as tight!" The little crowd of whores and panhandlers that gathered outside the Club were congregated, working while they could. Eventually the security trucks would nab who they could and send the others running.
They were a grubby, slutty bunch -- all sparkle and glitter and paint to cover the hollows left from using Risque or Bear or any of the other street drugs. One caught his eye, thin and pale, different colored eyes glittering with whatever the boy was using.
The boy's hair was short-short, dark roots visible under the white bleach-job, and the makeup was over-done, but the lines of the boy's face were lovely, intriguing. His interest was noticed. "You looking for a quickie, man? There's a quiet alley around the corner..."
He grinned. "A quickie the best you can do?"
One dark eyebrow went up. "A quickie's the standard. How much are you looking spend?"
"Money's no object," Rivan murmured, looking the boy up and down. He'd look pretty good cleaned up.
"Money's always the object." The kid motioned over toward the side of the building. "You want to talk, though, we gotta go over there. The guy at the door will get pissed."
"How would you like to shock the guy at the door?" He nodded toward the club. "Come on in and have a bite with me while we discuss our transaction?"
"They won't let me in." Those fascinating eyes shot toward the door. "You gotta pay big creds to get in and shit."
"They'll let you in with me." He inclined his head. "Come."
The boy vibrated -- literally, physically vibrated, interesting -- and then nodded. "Okay. Sure. So we can talk terms."
He led the way back in, hand sliding to the boy's back as they went in. The doorman didn't even blink an eye, as Rivan knew he wouldn't.
"Whoa..." The sound was impressed, surprised, a flicker of emotion ghosting over the pale face before disappearing into affected boredom.
He bit back his smile, continuing to lead the boy into the dining salon. He nodded at Reg, the maitre d' and chose a table that afforded them a good view. He held the lad’s chair for him.
"Thanks." The lad sat carefully, eyes flicking here and there. "So, what all do you have in mind?"
He sat across the table from his guest and held out his hand. "First things first, I'm Rivan."
"Hey." His hand was taken and quickly shaken, the lad's skin almost feverish, the drugs heating the blood. "Jewel. Pleased and shit."