This is an AU that takes place in 1880 in New York City. Fili and Kili are not related in this story and there is no incest. This will contain graphic sex and eventually non-graphic mentions of child abuse and rape in later chapters. The chapters containing graphic content will have a warning like this one at the beginning.

I do not own these characters…I wish I did.

The afternoon had been exceedingly tedious. It wasn't enough that Fili had been forced to sit in at his uncle's land acquisition meeting, but then Thorin had hovered over him, planning practically every detail of his Grand Tour! If Thorin had it his way, Fili would follow in his footsteps in every possible way, becoming his carbon copy. It was very nearly infuriating!

It was late in the afternoon by the time Fili managed to excuse himself for some much needed leisure. He stepped out of the home he shared with his uncle and onto Madison Ave. The sky was overcast but the air was warm, especially for so late in autumn and Fili decided a walk would do him a world of good. He briefly considered crossing into Central Park but instead headed south with no particular destination in mind.

As he meandered down the sidewalk, Fili thought mostly about his upcoming Grand Tour. It wouldn't start until spring but it's all that had been on his mind for months. A full year travelling to all the major cities in Europe, with no supervision from his overbearing uncle! It had seemed like he'd never be finished with university but finally, the Grand Tour was in sight! London, Paris, Barcelona, Berlin, Amsterdam, Naples, Florence, Venice! He would see them all and come back to New York a cultured and well-travelled gentleman.

After a long while of being lost in his own thoughts, the blond finally looked up and took stock of where he'd walked to. He had made it all the way down to 53rd St; he'd walked straight into the Tenderloin! What would Uncle say if he caught me here? Fili turned to head back to the respectable part of Manhattan when someone caught his eye, stilling him in his tracks.

It was a rent-boy, no older than sixteen or seventeen, leaning against a wall with his hands in his pockets. His clothes were old and worn, and hung from his lanky frame. His dark hair was long and unwashed, partially covered by a beat-up newsboy cap and falling carelessly over his shoulders and into his eyes. He was staring at nothing in particular until he felt the weight of Fili's leer. Turning his head slightly, the brunet met his gaze and Fili felt his heart quicken. The boy's eyes were a dark chocolate brown and seemed to peer into the blond's very soul. There was a depth of sadness in those dark pools the likes of which Fili had never seen; it nearly chilled him to the bone.

The rent-boy held his gaze as Fili remained rooted to the spot. There was no challenge in his stare, nor was there interest, he simply watched Fili as Fili watched him. Eventually, the brunet inclined his head slightly, a silent invitation for Fili to say something or move on. Snapping himself back to reality, Fili cleared his throat and stepped toward the other, the entire time his mind demanded to know just what he thought he was doing. This was hardly proper behavior! But his body seemed to move of its own accord and soon he was standing just before the boy.

"P-pleasant afternoon," he said stupidly and mentally cursed himself. What does one say to a…person of this sort of profession? The brunet snorted a small laugh and stared at him for another moment, clearly expecting Fili to say something else.

Fili tried his best to figure out what came next. He'd never solicited someone before. Most of his past sexual experiences had been moments of opportunity in bathhouses or with schoolmates at university. Fumbling, rushed couplings in empty corridors and water closets. This was entirely new. He shifted his weight and cleared his throat again. The brunet chuckled softly.

"First time, mister?" He asked and looked down the street casually, as if Fili were boring him. His voice was soft but clear and although he'd only spoken three words, Fili knew he could go the rest of his life hearing only that voice and be perfectly content.

"Yes-no! I mean, not my first time ever…just my first time with a-uh," Fili could hear himself stumbling and wondered when he had turned into such a bumbling idiot! However the boy didn't seem to mind, he pushed himself off the wall and tilted his head as an indication for Fili to follow.

The pair walked down the block in silence and Fili almost wondered if the boy remembered he was there. The further they walked, the further they descended into the heart of the Tenderloin and the blond began to second guess his decision. He'd never been to this part of Manhattan but had certainly heard plenty of stories. Tales of whores and conmen, of brothels and gambling halls, of decent folk stepping into the wrong alley and losing their wallet and watch…and maybe a couple teeth in the scuffle.

"Exactly where are we going?" He asked after another block, trying to sound authoritative and sure of himself.

"My room," the brunet responded, not looking up or slowing his pace, "unless you got somewhere else in mind."

"Right, o-of course," Fili again felt like an idiot and kept his mouth shut for the remainder of their walk.

Another half block and the boy turned and headed into a dark side entrance of a seedy looking alehouse. Fili followed him up the dim, narrow stairs to a long hallway on the second floor. The hall was lined with doors on either side, cheap one room flats. All manner of sounds bled out into the hall from behind the doors, a baby wailing, the raspy cough of an old man, the raised voices of an angry couple, a lonesome voice singing in a language Fili didn't recognize. He'd never been anywhere like this, having been raised in the lap of luxury and sheltered by his uncle; and although he wouldn't have admitted it, Fili felt rather excited.

They came to a door at the far end of the hall and the brunet produced a key hanging from a string around his neck. He held the door open for Fili and stepped inside behind him, lighting a small oil lamp. Fili took in the room rather quickly; there wasn't much to look at: a small bed with a rusty metal frame, a table with one rickety chair, a faded rug on the floor. There was a stand with a wash basin in one corner, and in the other was the smallest stove Fili have ever seen. The single window overlooked the busy street below and was covered with a threadbare bit of cloth serving as a curtain.

Fili was trying to imagine living in such conditions when he his attention was captured by the brunet who had removed all his own clothing. He looked the boy up and down; he was skinny, ridiculously skinny. His collarbones and hipbones jutted out from the rest of his body and his ribs were visible above his abdomen. But his pale skin was as flawless as fresh cream; a fine sprinkling of dark hair covered his chest and trailed down to a thatch of curls between his thighs. His member was soft, nestled within the dark hair and Fili imagined what it would be like to take it in his mouth and suck it to hardness.

"Like what you see, mister?" The naked boy asked and Fili nodded slowly. He most definitely liked what he saw. Despite being a little too skinny, the brunet was the most beautiful thing he'd ever laid eyes on.

"Please, call me Fili," he knew he shouldn't tell this stranger his name but it had left his lips before he had a chance to even consider. The boy gave him a calculating look before shrugging slightly. He stepped across the small room to stand before the blond.

"Alright then…Fili. You can call me Kili," the brunet pushed Fili's coat off his shoulders and started unbuttoning his waistcoat.

"Kili? Is that your real name?" Fili asked in disbelief as the boy opened his waistcoat and pushed it off to join the coat.

"Why would I lie?" Kili replied simply without looking up, making quick work of the buttons of Fili's shirt.

"Well, it's just…our names are so similar, don't you see? Maybe it's fate."

"I don't believe in fate," Kili pushed the blond's shirt off and glanced up, noticing Fili's curious look he shrugged. "Fate never did me no favors."

As Kili began unbuttoning Fili's trousers, the blond leaned forward to kiss those delectable lips but Kili ducked his head quickly. Thinking he was just being coy, Fili cupped Kili's face in his hands and tried again for a kiss. This time Kili wrenched his head free with a jerk.

"No kissing," he said softly, his voice quiet and sounding almost sad. "You can have anything you want except that." He stared at Fili with that same gaze he'd given him in the street, a look that was somehow both empty and penetrating.

Rubbing a hand through his hair Fili nodded. He felt somewhat foolish. Was this common knowledge? Should he have known he couldn't kiss Kili?He quickly forgot his faux pas however when Kili reached inside his trousers and freed his cock. Fili was half hard already and felt his member fill instantly when those long, slender fingers wrapped around it. Kili grinned and tugged him by his arousal over to the bed.

The blond could hardly think straight. He'd never been handled in such a way and found it incredibly arousing. He stood by the bed as Kili climbed onto it, fishing a small vial of oil out from under the pillow. Sitting on his knees on the bed, he poured a small amount onto his palm and quickly rubbed it over Fili's member. Fili gasped and couldn't help bucking his hips in response. After his member was slicked, Kili used the remainder of the oil on his hand to reach behind and slick himself quickly. Once finished he turned around and bent forward, resting on his elbows and spreading his legs wide. When Fili didn't move, he glanced back expectantly.

Fili was rooted to the spot. He couldn't take his eyes off Kili's bared backside. He was completely exposed; his legs spread wide, revealing his dusky pucker, his soft member and testicles hanging just below. Fili's own erection began to throb and it snapped him out of his reverie. He stepped up to that bare bottom, presented to him like a Christmas gift, and ran his hands over the slightly rounded swells. They were small but firm and he gave them a gentle squeeze, relishing the feel of the taut flesh beneath his hands. In that moment a thought occurred to him, rather delicate in nature. Fili wasn't sure how to approach the subject; he traced a single finger down the crevice, bringing his fingertip to rest against Kili's entrance.

"Should I…that is, don't you need…preparation?" Fili tried in vain to find the right words for such a topic. Kili simply smiled at him over his shoulder.

"You can touch me there if you want but you're not my first customer today, you'll fit," he said casually.

Unable to suppress a grimace, Fili felt something that seemed like jealously thinking of someone else having Kili. Even he hadn't had Kili yet, why would he feel jealous? He shook the thought from his mind and withdrew his hand to wrap around his member. Placing his other hand on Kili's bony hip, Fili lined himself up and pushed in with one fluid movement, burying himself in the surprisingly tight heat. Kili gasped softly as Fili entered him but made no other noise after as Fili began to thrust.

He started out slow to enjoy the feel of the boy's warmth squeezing him tightly but soon picked up the pace of his thrusts, bottoming out each time inside that delicious cavern. Kili held his position and made no noise no matter how hard Fili thrust; the only sounds in the room were the creaking of the bedframe, Fili's heavy breathing, and the slap of skin on skin.

He'd never been able to let himself go like this in his other encounters, always worried someone might happen upon him and his partner in whatever convenient hiding place they had found. Now, in this small room, Fili lost himself in the feel of Kili's hips under his fingers, of Kili flesh wrapping around him. He never wanted the feeling to end but all too soon the tell-tale heat was racing down his spine and pooling in his groin. Unable to hold back the intensity of his orgasm, Fili buried himself to the hilt and spilled his release deep inside Kili with an animal-like growl.

Falling forward against the brunet's back, Fili rode out that last waves of his climax, breathing hard against the milky skin beneath him. He rested his head between Kili's shoulder blades, feeling the knobs of his backbone pressing against his face. Inhaling in deep to return his breathing to normal, Fili took in the scent of the boy, the muskiness of his unwashed body and something softer underneath; a delicate redolence that had to be Kili's natural scent. Fili inhaled in deep again just to fill his nostrils with that barest hint of Kili's essence once more. He imagined how strong it would be if Kili was properly bathed and his mind immediately pictured Kili emerging from the steam of a hot bath.

Groaning at the image, Fili moved his head and gently kissed the bony knobs of Kili's spine, one after the other, gradually moving lower until his softening member slipped from the slick hole. The boy had refused to allow him to kiss his lips but he didn't pull away as Fili kissed his bare back and Fili took that as acquiescence, planting kisses further down until his reached the small of his back. Standing upright, he looked Kili over one last time as the brunet began to move, gingerly rolling over onto his back and rising up onto his elbows. He looked at Fili through long lashes and the blond sucked in a breath.

"Enjoy yourself, Fili?" He asked as he stood and walked across the room to the wash stand. Fili stared as he wiped away the seed shamelessly, watching the sinewy muscles extend and contract in his back and legs as he bent and twisted. He flesh was so pale it nearly glowed in the soft lamp light.

"You're incredible," Fili whispered without thinking. He realized he'd been speaking without thinking since he first laid eyes on this boy.

Kili simply snorted and began dressing, not paying any attention to Fili until he was finished. When he was fully clothed again he turned to the blond who was still standing by the bed, naked from the waist up, his flaccid member still hanging outside his trousers.

"Stayin' the night, are you? Or would you like another go? You coulda told me before I got dressed again," he smirked in a way that said he knew Fili would be doing neither. Fili shook himself out of his fog and realized he was still undressed. Grabbing his clothes hastily he cleared his throat.

"No…uh…no, I should be going," as he buttoned his waistcoat he tried to think of an appropriate way to approach the topic of coin. "What do I owe you?" Oh yes, Fili, very tactful!

"A buck," Kili replied, sitting on the rickety chair to pull on his shoes.

Fili was flabbergasted, one dollar? He looked inside his wallet; he had easily over $100 inside it. A dollar was nothing to him and this beautiful boy had just let Fili use his body in the most intimate way for one! It instantly opened his eyes to the desperation of Kili's situation. Fili never thought about money, he didn't have to. If Kili had told him the price was $50 he would have paid it without question, what did it matter, there was plenty more where that came from. Now he stood there, staring at his money, imagining how someone could survive on one dollar at a time. It made his life seem very decadent by comparison and he suddenly felt guilty for his wealth.

Glancing up quickly to see Kili staring at him, Fili thumbed through his bank notes again; he had single dollars as well as larger bills. Making the decision quickly, he pulled a ten-note from his wallet and handed it to the brunet. Kili took the bill and looked at him in confusion.

"I don't have change," he said quietly, shame coloring his voice.

"I don't want change," Fili cupped the boy's face with his hand and rubbed his thumb over the soft cheek, "you were worth it." He wanted desperately to lean in and kiss Kili's lips softly, but he didn't dare. Instead, he released Kili's face and let his hand drop to his bony shoulder, squeezing gently.

He turned and headed for the door, turning around one last time to take in the sight of the young rent-boy. Kili stood in the same spot, still clutching the money Fili had slipped into his hand. His eyes were wide and he looked as if he still didn't believe what had just happened. Fili smiled and thanked him before stepping out of the door and into the narrow hall.

When he made it down to the street he noticed evening was settling in, the air had cooled considerably and the sky was nearly dark. Knowing he'd never hear the end of it from his uncle if he were late for dinner, Fili hailed a carriage and quickly headed home. The brunet's scent on his skin and a soft voice in his head, you can call me Kili.

The Tenderloin was an area in NYC in the latter half of the nineteenth century notorious for being a red light district filled with bars, alehouses, brothels, and theaters. It catered to the upper class as well as the working class and was sometimes referred to as Satan's Circus. Rent-boy was a common name for a young homosexual male prostitute. The Grand Tour was a kind of rite of passage for wealthy young men of this era, after college they would travel Europe for one to four years before coming home to start their careers.

Thank you Jenny for all your input! 3