The run down: sequel to Hustlers, SnAce, alcohol, low-key self employed prostitution I guess you would call it- it's payed voyeurism anyway so whatever you'd call that

Special thanks to temptingjinx

It was a real shame about Pops. One night he was selling room temp tap to under aged kids, the next he was ashes. The club went up too, everything bunt up in an inferno the cops said was caused by 'faulty wiring'. It was more likely the old loan shark had pissed off the wrong person and had gotten himself offed, the fire being a cover to destroy any evidence.

The Gangreen Gang would've poured one out for the bitter old man but he'd been their only booze ticket. Which left them with the issue of having to find a new club spot. Hell of a hard thing to do in Townsville. Sure, there were other joints, but none that would let the younger, still other under aged members of the gang in. And it wasn't like Ace and Snake were welcomed sights, even with their legit IDs. Turns out the civilians- even the drunk ones- weren't very forgiving of countless assaults, robberies, and vandalism.

For a while Ace thought he was going to have to make a trip to Citiesville every time they wanted a drink or make a little money. But then he'd found sweet serendipity at HIM's diner in the form of the Boogyman himself stopping in for 3am waffles.

"Boogie? Sserioussly?" Snake asked when Ace finished telling him the news that they had a shot at getting into the nightmare's private club.

The second in command was skeptical; sure Boogie was an alright guy, they liked him better than most of the other villains. But it was more about not having anything to dislike because they never really talked to the guy. They stayed on their turf and Boogie stayed on his.

"I know it's out'a nowhere, but that's why Boogie wants just me and you to come first. See if it's our kind of thing before deciding if we want the whole gang down there."

"And givess him a chance to sscope uss out?"

"Pretty much. We don't know him and he don't know us- not good enough for a free pass anyways. We'll just try it out and see how it goes." Ace said decisively and pulled his wingman closer by the waist. "So no liftin' money from any asses in that club. I don't want any bad blood with Boogie."

Snake let himself get pulled in, hands coming up against his boss's chest. " 'Kayss. Sso we're not making moneyss there? I don't think Boogie's got cards or pool tables, boss."

"Weeell," Ace smirked as he drew the word out and slipped his fingers under the thinner man's shirt to tease the cool skin of his hip. "if you wanna do your other thing we might make a little somethin'."

Snake just raised an eyebrow, totally unconvinced. Ever since that night in the club bathroom, the first time they'd hooked up, Snake had toned way way down on the 'special tips' work. He'd still let people pay for a dirty dance, let them put their hands on him, sneak a sloppy kiss if Ace was far enough away. But the raunchier shit had been taken off the table and the K-Y he kept in his back pocket when he clubbed was for Ace only. The decision had been both a show of loyalty to his partner and because Snake said he didn't trust Ace not to fly into a jealous rage and beat someone to death even though the lead gangreen swore he wouldn't. Ace had never even gotten to see Snake doing the actual work, just heard the hints from his wingman and taken a guess from there.

"I don't thinkss that'ss a good idea." Snake finally said.

Ace dropped his head down to Snake's. "Ah c'mon, Snake. I won't hurt nobody I swear, I'll keep my yap shut, sit back ,and watch."

"Watch?" Snake quickly pulled back a little so he could look him in the face. "Ace, I'm scared aboutss you being in the ssame damn building if I do thisss, and you want to be right there?"

"I told you, Snake, I'm chill with it. Really. Besides," He put both arms around Snake's waist so he couldn't move away again, his expression turning into a filthy leer "maybe I wanna see you do it. Put on a little show for me."

The younger gangster was about to shut that idea down when a thought hit him. Ace wanted to get raunchy? Snake could play that game too.

His leer matched Ace's as he looked up at his leader. "How aboutss we ssettle on a middle groundss?"

Hissing in a breath through his fangs, the lead gangreen pulled his partner a little firmer against him. "I love it when you get that look in your eyes. What're you thinkin'?"

"Work with mess." Still smiling black lips tilted up to brush around his best friend's jaw. "Like we did with that Abra chick. Let them payss for uss both."

"Hmm, make money and get to have some nasty fun.. A'ight, deal."

Boogie's club wasn't exactly what they were used to. Different music, different atmosphere, and fitting in with the other patrons was a new one on them- hell they were the less monstrous looking ones there. 'Like stepping into the Twilight Zone' as Ace had put it.

But they'd received as warm as a welcome as they could've hoped for in the form of a chorus of wolf whistles and a few shouts of "Hey baby, lemme buy you a drink.". Boogie himself was more than happy to usher them around for a quick tour and introductions to some of his closer cronies before setting them loose among the partying nightmares.

They mingled for a while, let some monsters that looked like they'd walked off the set of that 1992 Sleepwalkers movie pull them onto the dance floor, and a few songs later they had a decent sized group of new 'bar buddies'. When said buddies started moving in for some closer dancing the boys decided free socializing was over and it was time to start thinking cash.

It was easy to get the group to follow them into one of the few closed off rooms in the back, playing it like they wanted a break from the dancing and an uncrowded place to have a drink. Boogie had pointed them out in the tour, saying that they were the 'VIP areas'. Booze could be delivered from the bar, the music could still be heard, but they had doors and there were a few couches in each. Apparently the nightmares liked to come to Boogie's club and use the rooms to talk business, have private parties, and 'other things'. That last one had been said with a sleazy look from over the dancing nightmare's orange glasses and a tacked on "And you boys can use one anytime.".

With the way that comment had been said the two would have tried for Boogie too, but the guy had went off somewhere after he'd made sure that everyone would be cool with the new additions. Whatever, they'd work with the audience they had.

When the group was in and the door shut, Ace took a seat on one of the couches, catching Snake's hand with a fanged grin before the younger could sit. "Hey, c'mere."

Without a second thought Snake straddled his boss's lap, earning loud whistles from the nightmares. The two took the whistles and one whispered "Told you they were fucking." in stride, the older gangster even playfully bucking his hips to pitch his wingman forward into a kiss.

"So," Ace started as he slipped his hands into Snake's back pockets, looking over the serpent's shoulder at their audience, "we've been here for almost half an hour and I'm still sober. How about we fix that?"

It was actually comical how fast the monsters rushed to talk over each other, offering to buy their rounds. They could get used to this..

The phone was mounted on the wall just behind Ace's head and he grabbed for it, keeping one hand on his boyfriend's ass. "What d'ya want, Snake? Disarrono?"

"Dependsss.." Snake ducked his head under Ace's jaw and his forked tongue slip out to lick a stripe up the older man's neck. "You're notss wearing a lot of cologne tonightss?"

Tilting his head back at the licking, Ace grinned and hoped this was going where he thought it was. "Nah, not tonight."

That sparkle jumped back in those slit eyes. "Good. Then I want tequila sshotsss."

Hell yes. This was going exactly where Ace thought it was and he put the order on rush, skin pricking with heat in excitement. This night had just gotten so much more rewarding.

Body shots with Snake was always a fun, filthy experience. Feeling those lean muscles flex under his tongue. The natural salty taste of his skin mixed with the booze. Ace didn't care if it took all damn night, it was his favorite way to get drunk.

But to receive a body shot from the guy? There was nothing better.

When the ant-like waitress teetered and dropped off the round Ace popped the lime slice in his mouth before the door was even fully shut, too focused on Snake sliding down his body to kneel between his knees to pay attention to the bitter taste. Cool hands rucked the gang leader's shirt up to his collar bone, nails lightly skating down the exposed green skin before the younger rubbed the coarse sea salt the waitress had brought just below the hollow of Ace's throat where his shirt was pushed to.

Then came the alcohol. Poured at the center of Ace's chest and allowed to run down his body to gather at his navel.

Snake's thin, forked tongue dabbed at the salt before chasing the trail of tequila, Ace shivered, muscles twitching under his partner's mouth. Those pink eyes stared up at him the whole time, looking at him like he was ready to blow him right then and there when he finally reached the small pool on his stomach. Hell maybe he really was, that had been the whole point hadn't it?

The younger leaned up again, stealing the lime slice out from between Ace's fangs- Then 'accidentally' bit into it to hard, sending a few drops of juice onto the still wet skin below.

"Sssorry, Bosss." Snake flicked the lime onto the table before sinking back down to his knees between the older man's thighs.

"Yeah right, 'sorry' my ass, you did that on purpose." Ace thought, feeling like he was ready to pull his hair out when one of the stray drops trickled out of the designated pool and made a break for his waist.

And Snake- damn him- followed after it, licking and kissing his way down his boyfriend's happy trail, smile pulling at his black lips. Ace tangled his fingers in the other's long hair on reflex, tilting his hips up so his pants would slip down a little more to give his wingman more skin to play with. The gang leader hadn't noticed with the blood roaring in his ears, but he was suddenly aware that the nightmares had quieted in their whistles and cat calls. His eyes flipped up to them from above his shades and he covered his laugh by purring at Snake.

The monsters looked like a bunch of teenagers watching their first X-rated. Wide eyed, goofy grins, leaning forward slightly, Ace was willing to bet a bomb couldn't pull their attention right now. One of them didn't even notice that he'd let his tumbler of booze spill onto the carpet.

Snake's slit eyes flicked over his shoulder and he laughed against Ace's skin. "Forgot we weren't aloness.."

The serpent's tone wasn't sheepish or apologetic, hell it was bordering on inviting. Instantly, the nightmares picked up on it and jumped at the chance the two seemed to be offering.

"No no no, don't stop on our account."

"Don't let us interrupt."

"Pretend like we're not even here~"

Ace clicked his tongue in an 'oh sorry' manner, continuing to run one hand through his partner's hair while he addressed the others. "Ah, see, here's the thing guys: I'm the jealous type. I can't just let ya watch me and my babe play."

Snake glanced up at him, knowing that there was more truth in that than acting, and playfully mouthed 'told you so' at him before getting back to the matter at hand.

"But it might be fun, Bosss." That forked tongue slithered out to brush against the freckles decorating the skin of Ace's hip bone as he teasingly slipped the tips of his fingers under the waistband of his gang leader's jeans.

"Babe," Ace gave it his best at sounding like he was ready to argue or put his foot down. "I can't just-"

"What if we did a little somethin' for you?" A pterodactyl looking nightmare cut in, gesturing with his hands like he was imploring Ace to listen.

Ace raised an eyebrow over his shades, waiting for them to keep going.

"Look, you two are some of the finest things to step into this pad in a while." A female cat-like creature in a fugly floral bodysuit added as she sipped her margarita, "Ask for the moon boys, we'll get it for you, just let us watch~"

"Well," Ace hummed in mock thought, "I can't say I got much use for the moon.."

An elephant nosed thing suddenly slapped a few notes- looked like 20's- onto the alcohol wet table positioned between the couches. "What about a heavier pocket? You boys of all people can appreciate some green, right?"

Ding-ding-ding, we have a winner.

"That, we got use for. What do ya think, Snake?"

At the possibility of the offer being taken, the other nightmares started digging in their pockets and throwing bills on the table.

Snake eyed the growing pile, from over his shoulder, not bothering to hide his satisfied grin. "I thinkss we can work with thisss."

"Me too. Alright, you guy've got yourselves a show."

Author's note: Hey guys! Thank you for reading and the next chapter is going to be smut, so heads up. Ishi out.