Title: He Will Be Loved
Genre: Romance
Rating: R
A/N: This will be a rather long author's note. Sorry, guys! I just want you all to know the story behind this thing. It was intended to originally be a love triangle. But it twisted. Very badly. Party A was originally going to introduce Party B to their ex, Party C. Party B and C were going to get together, but you see. Party A loves Party B. When B and C get together, A gets upset. But. This fell through the roof about a minute into brainstorming. Also, originally, the title was "Stripper" but I changed it in case that could be deemed unsuitable for all audiences. –cough- Er. I think you're here for the story and not to listen to me ramble. Haha. So, here it goes. Oh. I don't own Advent Children or any characters contained within, though. Yeah.
Chapter 1"What the hell, Zax..."
It wasn't like he often frequented places like this. Colored lights flashed and loud techno-esque music flared in his senses as he sipped some strange blue-hued alcohol from a strangely shaped glass. His dark-haired companion was chuckling as he took a gulp of a similar drink, before turning his gaze back to the younger male he had dragged along on this little outing.
"Relax, Cloud. The fun's just now starting. Wait for the entertainment."
"... This place is a strip club, isn't it?"
"... Not technically?"
The blond resisted the urge to let his head meet the round table before him, merely hissing out a slight sigh of annoyance at his long-time companion's foolish behavior. Happy 21st, Cloud, I'm taking you to a strip club because I'm a fucking dumbass.
Suddenly the swirling light dimmed and turned to a catwalk-esque stage located at the front of the large drinking area, maybe one or two tables ahead of where Zax and Cloud were seated. As the multiple met on the end, the light grew white and the music changed pace slightly. The blond was trying to avoid looking at his little "gift" from his buddy, but curiosity as he heard obviously heavy boots hitting the stage caused him to look up. And he saw an all too familiar face.
"Oh shit..." muttered the blond, causing his companion to glance over, dark brow arched in curiousity.
"What is it?"
Cloud wasn't really listening. Had he not been hit with the realization he knew this person, he probably would have pummeled Zax by not upon realization he was not only at a strip club(despite Zax having said it wasn't, he was a damn liar), but a gay strip club, none the less .And he knew the entertainment. That made a bad situation worse.
Dark leathery clothing didn't really cover much, save for what had to be hidden, at least for now. Though a classically "cop" styled hat was pulled low over the eyes of the male, glistening silver hair hanging just shy of slender shoulders gave him away. An all-too-familiar facial structure peeked from beneath the bang of the hair that covered part of his left face. Full lips were upturned in a familiar smirkish grin as the tall, thigh-high platforms reached the end of the catwalk-eqsue stage, where a large metal pole led from floor to ceiling.
The blond found himself almost entranced by this grotesque curiosity. Sky hued hair watched every move as the long, slender fingers wrapped around the metal pole, followed shortly by one leg as the familiar male arched his body back, the leathery hat falling from the top of his head, letting silver hair free. He felt a sudden rush as the male's head turned to direct a gaze at the crowd and he saw those mako hued catlike eyes meet his for a split second. That second was as though he was drowning in those eyes again. That second he heard and saw nothing as he was entranced by those eyes. And in just one second, it was gone, leaving him empty.
'No more...' came the voice in his head as he slowly rose form the table. 'I have to get out of here...'
Something stopped him, though, and it took him a moment to realize that it was something physical—his good friend's hand on his arm, though he only grasped a few of the words that came out of his friend's mouth.
"...gonna leave already, are you?"
"...Yeah. I... don't feel too well all of a sudden," stated the blond, wriggling his slender arm free of Zax's rather strong grip. Once free, he immediately made his way towards the nearby door, a slender hand resting against his forehead. The free hand fell on the doorknob, though he paused and glanced back at the "entertainment," now stripped of a short leather top lying on the catwalk beneath him, strong legs wrapped tightly to the pole, hips visible grinding against the cool metal. And during this erotic dance, his gaze shifted over the crowd and again met the sky gems that were the blonde's eyes.
And this caused his hand to freeze on the doorknob, that familiar dazed feeling coming over him and those catlike mako eyes communicated what he was unable to say.
'Leaving so soon, Cloud?'
He had to struggle to break eye contact with those entrancing eyes. Once he managed to, though, he quickly turned the knob and stepped out of the darkened club, into the faint light cast off by streetlights nearby. Sighing out heavily, a hand still on his forehead. It was just now he noticed that faint sensation in his lower stomach and groin region—that feeling of slight arousal. Watching the familiar male's sexual dance had gotten his body excited—a result he had, honestly, been expecting—but not so quickly, maybe if he had watched the entire show (which a part of his mind and body was making him wish he had done so).
Quickly, he shook his head to delete such thoughts form his mind. He tried to think of other things, yet he kept remembering those eyes... that body... long legs wrapped around the pole as his hips rocked back and forth...
Still trying to get his mind off the feeling of arousal that jolted through his body every time that he thought about that...encounter, he walked slowly towards the motorcycle parked nearby—his, almost identical to the more red-hued bike that was parked next to his own blue-black bike. In an almost mechanical way—for he was barely doing it as he did it—he withdrew the set of keys stashed deep within his front right pocket. It then dawned on him he had those keys in his hand. Shaking his head in an attempt to clear his mind, and be able to focus on what he was doing, he slipped on to the rather large motorcycle, slipping the key into the ignition, and turning it on, idling the bike causing the dangling keys to jingle. One hand resting on the bike, the other reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pair of sunglasses, the only protection he had on the motorcycle. Both hands moving back to his bike, a mental image—accompanies by a voice—entered his mind, a flash before his eyes.
'Leaving so soon, Nii-san? Don't want to confront me?' the familiar voice accompanied by the image of the male he had recently reencountered for the first time in many years.
"What the hell was in that drink...?" he murmured to himself as he pulled his bike out of the narrow parking space, (not pausing to consider that he may be too "drunk" to drive) and sped down the dimly lit street, leaving his companion's bike alone at the end of the parking lot.
A/N: Well, there it is. It's kind of short, but I think it's a nice introduction. Know who the entertainment was? Haha, I bet you do. See you in Ch. 2.