A/N: Hai guys! Reyaa here! I know normally Alice is the one that posts the stories on our account, but she's moving so I'll be doing the next two or three we have sitting on our computers waiting for you. Including this one!

So this one time we really needed a breather from all the pairings we usually tackle and we came up with Reno and Saix. We love them now and have written a few things with them... but we needed something completely different again, not just a breather from our regulars, but also from the pure sweetness and love we've been writing!

And this is what came out of it: Kadaj and Marluxia. Now before you start chasing us with torches and hayforks... lol, yeah, kay, so I have no 'in ya face' excuse that explains the pairing. We needed something new, we thought about the 'Vexen and Marluxia' pairing that seems to be floating around on the internet for about two seconds and just as soon gave up. Kadaj is the lucky chosen instead and we had a GREAT time writing this. They are brilliant characters and we hope you'll give this story and them a shot and get to know them the way alice and I did when writing this.

Now before I ramble on (I think this is why alice posts the stories, cause I never know when to shut my trap), like alice always mentions: I am Marluxia's voice while alice is Kadaj's.

Mature content tag kicks in straight away - give them a shot! If you like? Do tell us - If you don't? I'd rather you keep your comments to yourself :) On with the story now! I swear, future A/N's won't be as long, I just felt the need to explain alice and I's reason for this pairing.


Kadaj

I took a sip of my drink and pushed my bangs out of my face as I glanced around at the dim but flashing lights of my uncle's strip-club. As much as I disliked the man, I did have to give him props for getting the correct seedy feeling seeping out of the walls and ceiling. My step-brother Loz was getting his birthday lapdance by a very fit blonde and I laughed along with the rest of the party as he sloshed his drink during a particular hard thrust that was given. There were other lapdances getting performed at the other tables in the club, but mostly the action was up on stage with two strippers currently performing on the two strip poles.

I was impressed by the very limber qualities of the men up there and I waved my drink for a refill. Not only were there the stripper poles on stage, but there were private stripping rooms along the walls and for a rather large fee, you could pay to have a specific dancer give you a private dance.

Depending on how long Loz was going to be able to remain conscious, I might just have that, wow, really aggressive blonde give him a private show. "Easy, Loz. Can't have you fucking in the middle of the floor." Standing up and leaning over, I poked his shoulder and he gave me a glassy eyed stare as he finally got the message to stop grinding and thrusting against the strippers crotch.

Satisfied that I'd made my point, I grabbed my drink and went to got sit in front of the stage, intent on just spending the rest of the night staring at beautiful men dancing in front of me. Tomorrow it would be beautiful woman as this club was spilt between male and female strippers. Three days of men, three days of woman and closed for cleaning on Sundays. Thank goodness.

Taking out a cigarette, I lit it and just settled directly in front of one of the stripper poles and waited for the dj to announce who would be up next. Didn't matter either way; there was no way I was going to go home with a hundred dollars of singles and fives still in my pocket. Whoever the lucky fuck was that was going to be dancing on this pole was gonna have one lucky night. The waitress, who was probably relieved to be working on a gay night as no one would grab her ass, dropped off my drink just as the music started and the curtains opened to reveal who would be dancing.

I smirked. 'I'm Not Cool' by Sohodolls. Classic. Taking a drink, I felt my eyes widen as a rather strange looking creature walked forward, hips swaying and eyes coolly drinking in the room, stopping beside the pole that I was seated in front of. Two words were rattling around inside my head as I drank in his body. Pink hair. Long, maybe just past the shoulders, and hanging loose around his shoulders.

While the dancer on his right had opted for a grungy cowboy outfit, he was wearing a rather simple black suit, currently loosening the tie with one delicate looking finger. Leaning back against the pole, he slid down against it, his shirt riding up to show a bit of tummy skin along with a happy trail since his pants were hanging below his hips. Smiling up as he continued his very tantalizing strip tease, I dug around my jeans and quickly slapped my stack of singles and fives in front of me, a sign to let the stripper know you wanted them to get closer. And I did want him to get closer.

Glancing quickly backwards to see how the party was going on, I noticed Loz missing and the blonde lap dancer was nowhere to be seen. I sure hope they were enjoying a strip tease in a private booth and not fucking in the bathroom, or worse, the limo we'd all taken to get here. His friends were just drinking and laughing, I was free to ignore them. It's not like I even knew any of them. Turning back to the hot piece of ass dancing in front of me, I enjoyed the feeling of arousal; arousal that wouldn't exactly go anywhere, but I couldn't help it. The guy was a fucking dish. Icy blue eyes peaking out beneath that soft pink hair, a defined and firm body and as I watched the pants being removed, I licked my lips and chuckled. So, the pink wasn't natural, but he'd look good as a brunette.

Slowly walking closer to the part of the stage I was sitting at, he was undoing the buttons of his pristine white dress shirt one by one, his eyes fixing on me, licking his lips and dragging his bottom lip between his teeth, but he didn't give me the chance to create a delusion and believe he was interested in me as his eyes seemed far more lustful when he stared at the money I'd slapped onto the stage.

Letting the shirt fall off his shoulders, his hands slowly stroked his own body, his hips still moving to the rhythm of the music and by the time he was standing right in front of me, he parted his legs, giving me the best view up his boxers, showcasing his entire package. Taking my time staring up his underwear first, I then looked up into his face with a raised eyebrow, and he winked at me before starting to move his body down, ass moving in slow circles until he was on his knees.

I wasn't going to deny that I was turned on by his whole attitude, and I caught his eye as I slowly trailed my own hand down to my crotch and adjusted my growing hard on. Two could play at the teasing thing, and while I was aware that he was definitely just doing his job, that didn't mean that I couldn't let him see my interest.

Leaning forward I grabbed a handful and held it up waiting for him to move close enough so I could slip them into his boxers, or where ever he preferred them. He managed to somehow sit down in a sensual manner on the edge of the stage, his legs open and his feet hanging beside either of my thighs. Gripping the edge of the stage, his lips parted, blue eyes hooding over as he slowly slid down it, hovering right above my lap. Never actually sitting down though, just teasing and giving me the access I needed to slip in a dollar or two, or maybe three.

Just keeping a simple smile on my face, I slowly reached out and with two fingers pulled his boxers away from his hips, and tucked the handful of money there. Leaning back I reached for my drink and winked at him, hopefully giving him the hint that the more he danced for me, the more I'd give to him.


Marluxia

I had no idea where this stranger had come from, which wasn't an uncommon deal, I rarely knew where the customers came from, but this one in particular had me wondering about it for just a split moment. I'd never made quite that much money in such a short expanse of time. And we hadn't even gone to a back room yet. My boxers were still on. Thankfully, I was rather good at keeping my thoughts veiled from the audience, I just looked horny and needy to them.

He was also the type of customer that fell into the pile of 'polite'. He didn't become grabby and wasn't shouting for me to get undressed faster, borderline hitting vulgarity when I wouldn't listen to them. Which I suppose considering the job I did, I couldn't really complain, no could I? vulgarity was to be expected. If it wasn't the customers, then it would be the manager. Which is what was happening right now.

"Well good evening!" I kept my game face on, my hips still swaying right above the generous customer's lap, as the manager approached us. I'd gotten off the stage by now, giving place on the poles to the other strippers. "Maybe you'd like to continue this more privately?" The manager suggested with a vulture like smile, "Jack seems to have some trouble reigning himself in around you..." Jack was my stage name. It didn't have to be original. And I didn't have trouble holding myself in. The manager was just a vulgar ass who was trying to sell me off.

"That seems like a fun idea. How does that sound...Jack?" The silver haired customer smirked at the manager and turned his pale blue eyes on me, eyebrow raised, silently asking if that was indeed okay.

It's not like I was allowed to say no. "Fun indeed..." I murmured, smiling the seductive smile while slowly moving away from his lap. "Follow me, gorgeous..." I crooked a finger at him and then started walking, making sure my ass was on display as I went because that was an important detail to my job description.

I didn't look back to see if he was following me, just made my way across the strip joints main area and towards the door that led to the private rooms. Once there, I checked the doors to see which one was available and once I found one, I stepped aside, allowing him to go inside before me.

"Thanks...Jack." He kept saying that, emphasizing that he knew it wasn't my real name and poking me, maybe hoping to learn my real one. Glancing around inside, he took in the comfortable looking chair in the middle of the room and the closed in area. "Gotta say, wasn't expecting that voice with that lovely pink hair." He chuckled and winked at me.

I gently nudged him into the chair, smirking. "Yeah, that one is always a shocker." I murmured. "No touching unless I allow it." That rule was written all over the strip joint, but this was a private room, so we needed to repeat and remind. "Camera." I pointed at the top right corner. That was also required. We were supposed to inform them they were there before starting anything.

The music from the stage was coming through loudspeakers in this room, only less loud, so the customers could hear us strippers moan. Straightening, I looked down at him curiously for a moment, biting my bottom lip as I wondered whether or not I'd be faking with this one like I did with many, or if my noises would be genuine.

Leaning back in the chair, he glanced around the room, noting the camera and simply nodding to me as he made himself comfortable. "Oh, wait." He held up a finger and gave me a quick smile as he dug around in his jeans pulling out large wads of cash and setting them on the small table off to the right that was holding his drink. Settling back down, he saluted me and grinned. "You may definitely continue now."

Deciding to take my time with this one, I started out where I'd left off, simply moving my ass to the rhythm of the music, letting my hands touch my own skin teasingly as I danced between his parted legs. After a moment I slowly turned so my back was facing him, bending over so he could get the full view while my thumbs hooked into the edge of my boxers. Slowly straightening up, keeping my back arched, I pushed the fabric down just a tad so just the top of my cheeks were showing. His legs shifted and for a second I thought he might be thinking about touching me, but I felt no hand anywhere. As I listened, I could hear him humming faintly along with the music that I was dancing to.

"Hmmm..." I let out while leaning backwards, my ass hovering just an inch above his crotch and my back now resting against his chest, face right beside his.

"Touching? Am I allowed yet? Cause, baby, you are very, " His voice was a low murmur in my ear and I felt his breath against my cheek, "very, tempting." But still, he didn't make a move to touch me.

Turning my own head and nudging his away so I could press my lips against his ear, I slipped my tongue out, sucking his earlobe between my teeth. "Take those off..." I whispered, using one hand to touch my fabric covered dick. "Watch me grow hard for you..." I added, not yet settling my ass down on his lap, waiting for him to undo the boxers first. Good thing about stripper wear? He could literally just rip them off without my having to move.

Immediately his hands were on my hips, but they were gentle, slowly pulling on my boxers and his face glanced down as they were removed, slowly revealing my cock to him. His hands stopped, and they slid back up to touch my sides and gently knead my skin.

"This okay?" He whispered.

His gentleness was confusing me. "Yes..." I murmured, making sure my confusion couldn't be heard in my voice, letting it sound breathy instead. Settling down onto his lap, I slowly pushed my ass back into his cock, feeling it harden as I moved, and I moaned into his ear, letting my tongue touch his skin occasionally.

It was often that I had to excuse myself before going into a private room with a customer, popping a pill of viagra to be able to get it up. I knew I wasn't in need of it with this guy though, and sure, there it was, the moment his thumbs stroked my hips softly, my cock saluted him.

"Mmm, fuck yeah, that's good." His voice was smooth, but his hands didn't make a move to grope me as some customers tended to do. Moving his hips up against my ass, I figured he was well endowed as I felt it between my cheeks. He did grip my hips and pull them back against him, creating friction for himself.

As a stripper I was categorized in the 'bottom' section since my physique just fit that, which I was aware of. Not that I minded bottoming from time to time, but topping was something I quite enjoyed as well. Leaning forward and placing my hands onto my knees, I continued to rub my ass onto his lap, moving faster than the music now and I let out a surprised moan when his palm softly settled between my shoulder blades, stroking my skin all the way down over me spine, stopping right above the top of my ass. His hands... They did something to me.

"You may just be able to make me come..." I groaned out.

"You say that like you're surprised. I'd count myself a failure if I wasn't able to give you that pleasure." Continuing the stroking, he leaned forwards and not so much kissing my neck, as just breathing against it. I could feel a slight rough sensation from his five o'clock shadow, causing goosebumps to raise on my shoulders.

I moved before he could feel the shudder of delight running over my spine. I stood and turned slowly, placing a smirk on my lips. Before settling back down on top of him, I let my lips parted while my hand slid down my chest, my fingers wrapping around my painfully hard cock, rubbing it once and twice while he watched.

I didn't keep that up for long, since I couldn't leave a customer hanging, and quite frankly, I sorta didn't want too. So, nudging him back into the seat, this time I straddled his waist so I was face to face with him. My lips pressing against his neck and I didn't waste any time by roughly pushing my dick into his fabric covered erection.

Moaning softly, his hands finding their way back to my hips and gripping, me helping me grind against him. "Ugh...fuck yeah...come on baby..." He was sure vocal about his enjoyment, that was for sure, profanities and urges to keep going fell from his lips.

Pulling my head away from his neck, I stared intently into his eyes, rocking my hips into him at a quick pace. I was panting rather loudly and my moans were definitely not fake. Snaking my arms around his neck, I pulled him against me so my chest was pressed against his, our cocks rubbing and trapped together between our stomachs, and I was nearly sorry that he was still wearing pants.

Sliding my fingers into his silver blue hair, I tugged harshly onto it so his face tilted back, and I leaned my head down, letting my open mouth hover just an inch away from his. I wasn't going to kiss him, but I think this was the first time I felt like I could possibly break the no kissing rule. I wouldn't though. Instead I just moaned and panted into his mouth, my hips relentlessly jerking into his and I took pleasure in the light lip brush that occasionally happened when either of us moved up or down too quickly.

"Tell me when you want me to come for you, gorgeous..." I breathed, feeling my dick straining and leaking, the rush already building up inside of me.

"Now would be good..." He gasped out, his arms circling around my waist, and his hips jerking, once, twice, and a third time before stopping and I felt warmth spread against my dick and stomach, alerting me to the fact that he'd finished.

Now that was something I enjoyed. I couldn't help keep the smug smirk off my face as I slid one hand down, grasping his hip to keep it steady, knowing he was probably sensitive now, but... Tonight I was going to be greedy. I shushed him gently, surprising myself as I placed a quick kiss on the tip of his nose before dipping down, latching my teeth onto his bottom lip and pushing my cock roughly into his once, twice and a third time, just like he had, my entire body stiffening as the orgasm ripped out of me.

"Fuuuuuck..." I moaned out, releasing his bottom lip so I could let my head fall back onto my shoulders, my hips jerking once more in aftershock before my entire body shivered in complete pleasure as reaction to what had just taken place.


Kadaj

Well. That had been unexpected. I felt my heart beat start to slow down and I flipped my bangs out of my eyes again, feeling them stick to my sweaty forehead. It's not like I was gonna complain about the fantastic orgasm I'd just gotten to enjoy, or the fact that the stripper that I thought I'd been paying for a lap dance was going to dry hump me, no, I was just curious about how it had ended up like this. Watching him out of the corner of my eye, I glanced down at our stomachs, his naked and now covered in cum, and mine, clothed with wet spots.

Smirking, I chuckled. "So, how was that?" He just smiled slowly back at me, leaning over to the side and revealing a box of wipes. Taking a few, he placed the box in my hands, but then leaned in closer to me.

"Only pay for the lapdance. Nothing more." He breathed into my ear, letting his lips drag over my cheek before moving off me, using the wipes to clean himself off once he was standing.

Oh? Raising an eyebrow at him as I quickly wiped his cum off of my shirt and then made a split second decision to unbutton my pants and drop them to the floor. "You don't mind if I just clean up a bit?" Not caring either way, I wiped the inside of my pants then dropped my boxers unashamedly to the ground. Dropping the box of wipes onto the chair, I grabbed one and used it to wipe my own cum off of my dick and boxers.

He was staring at my privates rather intently, smirking. "They'd hire you here." That was a compliment, no doubt about it.

Winking and pulling my pants back up, breathing in sharply at the cold fabric, I buttoned them. "Well, thanks babe." Stretching and yawning, I pulled out my wallet. "So, how much for that fantastic lapdance...and for an extra hundred, can I know your name?" I wasn't above bribery in any way, shape, or form and I really wanted to know his name.

Still naked, he walked over to me, taking the hundred I'd pulled out. "That'll cover the lapdance." He murmured, not looking quite pleased with the fact that he'd just made money off of this. "It's against protocol. Starts with an M though." He suddenly crouched down and I realized vaguely that he was picking up his boxers, but was somewhat focused on the fact that his mouth was inches away from my crotch. Standing back up, he quickly put his boxers back on.

Giving him a small smile, I waited for him to finish getting dressed. "That's all?" Holding up a fifty, not sure how he would take this, but unable to think of anything, I said, "Can I buy a vowel?"

Back in his boxers, he lifted his gaze and looked at me rather dully. "Try asking without offering money." He walked over to the right side of the room where there was a thin ledge, taking something from it and I realized it was an elastic as he started pulling his hair back in a sloppy pony tail.

Stuffing the fifty back into my pants, and walking over to stand in front of him, not too close. "My name is Kadaj. What's your name?" So, he didn't like to be bribed for his name. I could understand that.

That dull stare remained there for just a small moment, but his lips then quirked up into a grin. Slipping out his tongue, he wet his mouth, raising an eyebrow and I swear, his pupils dilated when he leaned in closer again, looking into my eyes and clearly having no sense of personal space. Which was to be expected, considering his job.

"Destiny..." He whispered. Pulling back, he waited for my reaction to that with an amused expression, and when I rolled my eyes at him, he winked at me. "Nice to meet you, Kadaj. I am Marluxia."

"Mmm, Marluxia. Nice." Not sure what to do at this point, I simply leaned against the wall to the side of me and looked at him. I wasn't going to think that maybe he was really into me and we'd start anything at this point, but I was intrigued by why he'd let me dry hump with him. Would he explain or would I need to ask him why. He seemed a little complicated, confident when it came to his stripping, proud as he wouldn't let me pay to learn his name, and not your run of the mill stripper in my opinion.

"Why the dry hump?" I wanted to know...

Leaning against the wall, mimicking my position, he gave me a funny frown. "I figured the 'Pay for the lapdance, nothing more', would have told you why." He murmured in that surprisingly low voice of his. I wanted to say it didn't fit his physique, but... "If I don't want you to pay for the extras and gave them to you anyway..." He trailed off, clearly not all that willing to spell it out for me.

I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face. "Thanks." Standing up, I reached out and offered my hand, really wanting to touch that soft pink hair, but realizing that might be over the line. If the most I was going to get was his name, and I didn't want to push my luck and ask for his number, I would just be grateful for that. And, already knowing that I wanted a little more, I figured I'd be back the next time he worked.

Taking my hand, he stroked his thumb softly over my skin, "Anytime." He whispered in return before letting go and making his way out of the room. My eyebrows raised in surprise, and I was secretly hoping that his words weren't just scripted. Glancing at my watch, I figured it was time to collect my brother and call it a night.


I did warn you about the mature content tag kicking in instantly :D - I'll be posting a new chapter every day!