I really didn't want to be working on two stories at once, but I made a schedule as to when I can post my chapters of complicated and the other oneshots. Chapter seven of Complicated will be posted either the 6th or 7th. I'm trying to do two of the themes for Laven week: Ocean and Connection. I haven't started either, but this is just something to pass my time considering it's too hard to go on the internet with a virus.

Prompt:

Allen sleeps with the debt collectors to get them off his master's back so he can have more time with his master in one place and also to earn favors and money.

Cross finds him after a particularly rough session and feels very guilty and Allen is scared that Cross is going to ditch him now that Cross knows he's a whore.

Kinks:

Non-con/Dub-con Debt-collectors/Allen

Comfort sex Cross/Allen (After Allen is a better, mind you)

Chapters for this will definitely remain small considering it's not on the top of my to-do list.

"Master, I…"

"Idiot apprentice, I don't care how you do it, just pay the debts!" Cross yelled from the couch of their most recent hotel room. Allen nodded, he was just going to tell his master that he needed another day or two, but obviously he didn't care as long as they were paid.

Allen walked out of the hotel and into the street. Maybe he could sneak into a bar and gamble again. He only needed twenty-five hundred dollars this time. Last time he had needed twice that, and Allen had managed to pay it within four days. He sighed and kept walking until he came to a bar that had a table full of drunk, gambling men. Allen smirked and opened the door.

.XxX.

He got back to the hotel four hours later along with seventeen-hundred dollars. He had played until one of the other men realized he was winning everything, then came back, smirking at his work the whole way. He figured if he did this well the first night, he'd have everything they owed by the following night. That is, until he got to the door of his hotel room.

There was a strange, dark haired man standing there, ready to knock. Allen suspiciously approached him, knowing he wasn't an akuma.

"Sir, can I help you?" He politely asked. The man turned to him and only then did he realize he was carrying a briefcase.

"Why yes! You wouldn't happen to know a man named Cross Marian, would you?" The man motioned towards the door, "I'm here to collect money."

Allen twitched, "So soon? Oh, I mean yes. I'm his apprentice. But, I thought that the money wasn't due until tomorrow." The man shook his head as Allen opened the door and invited him inside. "Can I have until tomorrow then? Honestly, I already have more than half the money."

"That's just great! But unfortunately, I can't wait until tomorrow. We've already extended your due date twice. I'm sorry."

"I only have seventeen-hundred though. Can you please just extend it until this time tomorrow?" The man shook his head. "I don't have enough then, sir."

"Then," The man took a step towards the boy, "You'll just have to pay with your body." He pushed Allen down onto the mattress before straddling him.

"Sir, please! What are you doing? Please stop!" Allen cried from beneath him.

"Boy, stop squirming. You don't have enough money, so think of this as another way to pay and be reimbursed." The man pinned his arms above his head with one hand, and used the other to begin unbuttoning his shirt. "This can be short and sweet, or, you can make it hurt. Which would you like?" Allen whimpered, "Short and sweet it is." He unbuckled his pants and pulled them down to his knees before tugging the boy's down, along with his boxers.

"Ahh! What are you doing?! Stop!" He cried as the pants were ripped from around his ankles. The man only smirked and grabbed the boy's thighs and pushed them into the air for better access. "Please! …no!" He cried right before the man gave one thrust, burying himself completely within the squirming boy. "AUGH! Please stop! He cried over and over again as he continued thrusting into the boy, not giving him any time to adjust.

"Calm… down, boy!" He managed between breaths, "We're almost done."

"No! Please stop!"

"Very polite… aren't you?" He mocked as he gave another thrust into the boy before coming violently inside him. He collapsed against the boy before hurriedly pulling away and pulling his pants up and leaving an envelope next to the boys limp form before hurrying out the door.

Allen stared blankly at the wall until he realized his master could get back at any moment. He stood an immediately noticed the pain that shot from his backside to his spine and back down. He sat back down, flinching. He waited a minute before he patiently stood back up, ignoring the pain as he walked towards the bathroom for a shower.

When he stepped out, his master was in the room. He was holding an envelope. An envelope that he had failed to notice when he had gotten up from the bed.

"M-master, I wasn't expecting you back so soon." Allen stuttered as he tried drying his hair.

"Where'd you get all this money?" He asked, fingering the neatly stacked bills.

Allen didn't know there had been any money, especially not money left over from a debt collector gone rapist.

"I was collecting money to pay of our loan, sir." Cross grunted as he pocketed a few of the bills and pushed the rest back into the envelope before tossing it back onto the bed.

"Looks like you're a little short now so go and get some more, kid." Cross replied as he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him Allen sat on the bed, staring at the envelope. So he'd been used as a prostitute. So what? He got the money he needed and then some, and it was over. He wouldn't cry. No, he wouldn't. Even as the pain continued to shoot up his spine every time he moved, he wouldn't cry. He was going to be an exorcist; crying was not an option for a matter as small as this.

He grit his teeth and grabbed the pants he'd been wearing, digging in the pockets for the money he had made that day. . It added up to a little over four thousand dollars. If he kept it from Cross, he'd be able to pay the next loan in time. But if he kept it from Cross and he found out, he'd spend it all and make Allen work twice as hard as he had tonight. Allen flinched at that thought, but then an idea hit him.

What if he used his body to pay the debt-collecting men? He'd done it once, and sure it'd hurt, but next time wouldn't be so bad. And if it took that much off his work load, then why the hell not? A boy could be a prostitute just as easily, right?

He decided. It would only be with debt collectors. He'd go and get new underwear just for the occasion. This was going to work. If the women his Master slept with could do it, so could Allen.

A/N: I feel bad for having our cute little innocent Allen raped by a big and mean debt-collector, but hey. What's done is done. I hope people actually read this considering my story with Lenalee and Cross didn't take very well.

I'm happy with just one review. :] And really, considering I don't like this, it won't be updated without at least one. ;D