It was long since dark, and Kris was having to stop playing every fifteen minutes or so to blow on his hands and warm them back up.

Jeremy Clarkson MP, the enormously unpopular Member for Dunsfold North, is rather puzzled to find a male prostitute in his hotel room. He didn't care what his staff got up to in their private lives, but James could at least have given the poor bloke the right room number. Written for 'prostitutes' prompt on AU Bingo.

It's not a glamorous job, but you can set your own hours, the pay rate is good now that you know what you're doing, and it leaves you with enough free time to enjoy your hobbies. You like to think you're doing pretty well for yourself.

"Honey, if you looked at johns the way you look at that car, you'd have the boys lined up down the block."

Roy gets significantly more than he bargained for with a pair of gold-eyed prostitutes.

Mei laughs, rich and throaty, and takes the glass from her, tilting it up to her lips and taking a long swallow. Then, perfectly careless, she drops it over the arm of the chair to shatter on the floor, gaze never wavering from Kushina. “How about I help you in return, sweetheart? That dress looks uncomfortable. Take it off.”

The drug is called heatwave. It supposedly emulates werewolf heats on humans. And yes, Stiles is stupid enough to take it on a dare.

Aizawa Shouta is a part-time college student and, more recently, an EMT in training. He doesn't have the funds to call Tokyo home and never did, but how he ends up renting a room from nationally acclaimed author Yagi Toshinori is anybody's guess. Yagi is kind, and rich, travels a lot for conferences and has a very fat cat named Dumpling. Shouta loves Dumpling. He also loves leaving the door open when he's dressing, because he knows Yagi-san is looking.