"A-Awn, ehhn! T-Tyler!" Craig yelps, gripping the edge of the desk. "O-Oh god, ownn, o-ow!"

Tyler digs his finger's into Craig's hips, yanking him back against his thrusts. Craig whimpers, dropping his head and crying out. Tyler reaches down and grabs Craig's dick, squeezing hard and smirking when Craig yelps again and pulls himself further onto the desk, knocking something to the floor. Tyler smacks Craig's ass and leaves a red mark among others, hips stuttering as his stomach twists.

Craig cries out when Tyler starts jerking him off, overwhelmed and making sure Tyler knows it. Tyler growls out, arching his body over Craig's and moving as fast as he can, which is too fast for Craig. "Close, you fucking cockslut?" He snarls, wrapping his hand around Craig's throat. Craig whimpers and closes his eyes, biting his bottom lip and nodding. Tyler snickers and slams into him, wrapping his arm around Craig's torso. "Fuck, I'm close too, goddammit." 

Craig whimpers and gasps for air, crying out when Tyler's hips slam against his and he empties into him. Tyler's wrist doesn't stop until Craig cums too, shooting onto the floor and whimpering. "Fuck." Craig gasps, whimpering when Tyler slides out of him. "Oh god, ow."

 Tyler sits back in his chair, fixing his hair with a scoff. "Clean yourself up and get out, I need to call Lui." He orders, Craig getting to his feet and nodding.

"Yes sir." He says, stepping away from the desk and wiping his face. He grabs his clothing and gets dressed, stepping out of the office. On his way out, though, he sees David walking towards the office door. "Oh god, what do you want now?"

David smiles, standing up straight. "Craig! I need to speak to you about some of the in tell you gave me yesterday."

Craig rolls his eyes, walking towards the dressing room. "It's my day off, leave me alone."

David growls softly, following Craig. "I am sorry sir, but day off or not, you have to answer my questions! There has been a second murder!" He stops when Craig freezes, glancing at him over his shoulder. David sighs, regretting his tone. "It was Ryan."

Craig turns back around, walking into the dressing room. "Shame. He was a good kid." He says quietly, sitting in front of one of the vanity mirrors. He turns around, his eyes on the floor. "What do you want to know?"

David walks over, pulling out his notepad. "You said there was a man who was jealous of Luke. Could you... tell me who he is?"

Craig leans back, sighing. He rubs his eyes, looking up. "It's something like... it starts with a J. I don't really know, he always called himself Delirious. Uh.. Jonathan! Yea, Jonathan something..." Craig rests his elbows on his knees, looking down and sighing. "I don't know his last name, I'm trying, I'm so sorry... I didn't know Ohm was dead too... fuck." Craig gulps, wiping his eyes on his wrist.

David walks over, patting Craig's shoulder. "It's alright, really. It's not your fault. Thank you for telling me this much."

Craig nods, sighing. "Give Lui my condolences if you see him before me. I bet he's really broken up about it." He stands up and clears his throat suddenly, wiping his eyes. "It's my day off." Back to his normal self, Craig storms out of the room.

He goes outside so he can drive home and drink his problems away, that sounds fucking fantastic at the moment, but there's someone on the hood of his car smoking. Craig's eyes widen, he takes a deep breath, and approaches. The man on his car looks over and grins, flicking the ash off of his cigarette. "What's your stage name again? Mini?"

"What do you want?" Craig asks, zipping up his jacket. "Get the fuck off my car."

The man laughs, standing up. "A little rude, don't you think?" He asks, his blue eyes sparkling.

"Yeah, and I don't care. Fuck off." Craig scoffs, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice.

"Do you talk to all of your customers like this?" Delirious asks, stepping closer to Craig. Craig steps back, swallowing hard.

"Don't hurt me." He pleads, eyes wide with fear.

Delirious' smile dissapears and he sighs, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I'm sorry Craig but... I can't let any of you whores get me thrown in jail. You know who I am, which isn't acceptable." He says, pulling out a tiny revolver from his pocket. "I won't hurt you. Painless death."

Craig audibly whimpers, Delirious firing a bullet through his skull.