The bar was slammed, and Francois was sweaty from the excess heat from the slooth of bodies. If he had chosen to wear something lighter maybe he wouldn’t be as hot, but damn he was hot in this suit, and it was worth the discomfort the suit caused.

He wore his go to suit that was tailored for him years ago by some blonde he used to fuck. His trousers were a neutral blue herringbone, and he wore it with a dark blue twill coat with a cream shirt. Although he hated to admit it, it was the best suit he owned and prolly would ever own.

Since the wars ended, Francois found himself struggling to find jobs. He was supposed to be a first rate assassin, but his love of sex and alchole distracted him from finding jobs. So his struggles were self-inflicted.

Francois scanned the crowd in the bar trying to find something that interested his groin. He didn’t need someone extremely handsome, just someone good enough.

This was the fifth time this week that Francois had been in this bar, and he had yet to bring home anyone. It wasn’t from lack of effort, but most of the men and women in this bar had been with Francois at one point or another. At this point, they all despised him for his lack of commitment to one person.

In fact, Francois was getting desperate. He’d take anyone right now. His sex life was dryer than the Sahara desert, and masturbation was doing nothing to quinch his thirst. He needed someone that was new to this town. Someone who knew nothing about him. Someone that was into a hit and run.

Someone as handsome as Francois shouldn’t be having such a hard time finding a new fling. Back during the wars, everyone wanted him. Shoot, his last real boyfriend was decapitated because some blonde wanted him so badly.

After scanning the area one more time, he settled on a target. It wasn’t the best option in the bar, but it would work, and it would be easy.

He glided across the room towards the small twink who looked barely of age, but since he got in, he must be at least twenty-one. At least, that’s what Francois hoped. The boy would be green and new. Maybe even still a virgin. But first he had to check out the boy’s age before proceeding.

As he reached the kid, he made sure to turn on his best smile. “Hey there. Is this your first time here?”

“Yeah. I just made it into town, and I was hoping to get a drink.” the boy answered.

That was good news. The young man was from out of town. That was going to make things a lot easier. Now, the only obstacle was figuring out how old he was, and if he was lying about his age or not.

“I see. Did you come here with your parents?”

The kid huffed, “I’m not a child. I can travel without them.”

“Not a kid huh? Well then How old are you?”

“I’m twenty-three.”

“No way. You’re lying. You’re like eighteen.”

“What does it matter to you how old I am anyway?”

Francois smiled and gave the young man his bedroom eyes. “It matters a lot. I want to have a really good night, and I could make yours a really good night too. But I don’t want to go around banging minors.”

“Gross. You can go bark up another tree. I’m not into men.”

“Are you sure about that? Have you ever been with a man, and I mean a real man? I can make you feel things no woman has ever made you feel.”

With that last statement, the boy walked away from Francois leaving him once again dry. There were snickers in the bar as nearby people mocked Francois’ latest fail. Defeated, Francois opted to order another drink.

He sat down at the bar with his fruity drink that no real man should ever drink, but he did it anyway because no one was going to tell him how to be a man. With no distractions from his mind and alcohol flowing through his blood, he slowly sunk into his past life.

If he had just forgiven that blonde for killing his boyfriend, he could have a permanant fuck body at this moment. But forgiving this blonde would have been impossible then and is still super impossible.

Francois, although a player, had fallen pretty hard for his late boyfriend Ari. Most people thought him rude and tacky, but Ari had a certain charm. One of those being the way he finally shut up when he had a dick in his mouth. With sex out of the equation, Ari didn’t try to tell Francois how to dress like some blonde did, and Ari wanted more than just a quick fuck. For some reason, this made Francois feel warm and fuzzy on the inside.

No one had ever expressed wanting him for more than anything other than sex. This made Ari stand out from the other guys Fraincois played with. This was someone who Francois could imagine a future with. And once he got past the tacky rudeness most saw, he found there was an insecure boy trying to hide from the world. Tacky and rude was just how he prevented people from seeing what he saw as a flaw in himself.

Francois was letting out a sigh when a familiar voice called out to him. 

“Francois, I’ve got us a job!” The man was Schmidt, a man who Francois used to work with during the war. Schmidt was a foodie and a bit loud.

“Will there be any cute boys? They don’t have to be that cute, just fuckable.” Francois groaned into his drink.

“We’ll be going to Venice, and we’ll be doing so under the cover of coachfest. So I’m sure there will be a few cute boys you can fuck along the way. I’ll tell you more once I have a full team put together.”

“How many are on the team right now? Anyone into men?”

“Is that really all you can think about right now?”

“I need a good lay. My bed has been empty for weeks. So tell me who is on the team.”

“Right now it's just the two of us and a driver named Michelangelo who will be representing our client. But I’ve hired Lord Martin to follow Klaus and give him a fake offer to follow our cargo.”

The name Klaus sounded familiar to Francois, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. There was something about that name that made little Francois stand at attention, but caused lots of grief in his heart. It took Francois longer than it should have to realize that Klaus was that blonde who was responsible for the death of Ari. This realization brought up bad memories.