Hey everyone! ^^ Shizu and Iza here, bringing you our first fic we wrote together. Without further ado, here is chapter one.
The Stripper and The Beast
Chapter 1: Encounter
Izaya woke up with a start, his eyes warily staring up at the ceiling. Then he remembered that he had work. With a slight groan, the male rolled out of bed. His name was Orihara Izaya. A male stripper at the club Devious Devils.
He was one of the most requested strippers, considering that he was eye-candy to many men. Old and young. It was usually older men then himself. He slowly stood up from the floor before moving towards the bathroom.
He looked at himself through the mirror, porcelain white skin, reddish-brownish eyes, a mop of midnight black hair, feminine features. He had it all basically. The male was a walking attracting machine.
He finally slipped into the shower - letting the water embrace his pale, slim body. Izaya began to shampoo his hair; scrubbing it into his hair to get all of the sweat out of his hair.
After a few moments, he stepped out then wrapped a towel around his waist. He walked out of the bathroom and back into his bedroom. Afterwards, he started to get dressed into a a black short-sleeved shirt, along with black jeans.
He had this parka that was given to him by his younger sisters. So he'd been wearing it since. He then walked out of the room before slipping his shoes on. Now he walked out of the door, into the daylight.
The club was far from his apartment, in fact; it was coming up right now. Soon enough, he was inside of the club. "Morning, Izaya." Another male waved at him. He smirked as a greeting then went into the back.
This is where the magic happened, they took the clients into the back room to give them a good time. It smelled of blood, sweat, sex, and cigarettes. There were two poles in front of a few chairs.
Izaya's been in this room before. Many of times. He would always feel the men's hungry eyes tracing all over his body; making him feel overpowering. Yes, he loved his job. Very much.
It was only until he was ripped away from his thoughts, hearing people come into the club as the music started. He walked out of the back and moved up to the stage. The raven could hear wolf whistles - making him smirk.
The male stripper placed one of his pale hands on the metal pole, his other one was placed up the top and he flipped upside down; arching his back while making that erotic face of his. Then he dropped down.
He began to grind against the pole softly, licking his lips when he felt all eyes on him. He turned to his back; starting to slide up and down. This was interesting and fun. Pole dancing was his life. Pleasing people was what he did best. PLEASURING them was amusing. He was the toy and they were the children.
And that. That was his daily life.
Now the male was already half naked - down to just his boxers. He started to climb up the pole, swinging around and around. He then arched his back once more - gazing over the crowd.
He could already tell that he would be gaining more clients today. Finally, to end his act - the raven back-flipped off of the pole; landing on his feet perfectly. Claps boomed throughout the club - money was being thrown at him.
He grinned with a bow before picking up his clothes and leaving the stage. Maybe something interesting would happen tonight.
Other than the fact that he was a 6'1" man with serious anger issues, Shizuo Heiwajima was a pretty regular guy. He had a job working with Tom, he lived in an apartment, his childhood was fairly average. And just like most other males, Shizuo had.. needs.
It was after work one day that Shizuo discovered THE place. The Devious Devils. A strip club that was pretty well known in the city. Although they may not admit it, a good amount of anyone you could see in the street has been there. Shizuo first stumbled upon it by accident, really.
After a long day of debt-collecting and annoying clients, Shizuo was finally done with work. He waved to Tom as he began to walk away, shoving his hands in his pockets. The blonde smiled slightly as he walked down the silent dark streets. For some reason it felt like everything was going his way. He had the most consistent job he's ever had in his life, there were no annoying crowds out, and on top of that it was a Friday night.
Shizuo didn't know why, but for some reason he took a different way home. He took a right when he should have gone straight. After walking for a good three minutes, he looked around. "Dammit, went the wrong way.." he muttered, noticing an unfamiliar neon sign piercing the darkness ahead.
What the hell was that? It's practically midnight, most places should be closed by now.. The blonde walked slowly to the building, blinking as the bright sign came into focus. 'Devious Devils Strip Club' Shizuo instantly backed away, as if the place were diseased. Honestly, he had never been in such a place before. But sometimes he wondered...
Before he knew what he was doing, Shizuo pushed his sunglasses further up his nose, lowered his head, and pushed open the doors to the Devious Devils.
Shizuo was instantly overwhelmed by the smells of alcohol, cologne, sweat, and sex when he entered the crowded room of men. He couldn't help but feel disgusted with himself. Why did he enter such a place? What the hell was wrong with him. He was about to turn to leave, but something- or rather someone -caught his eye.
There, up on the stage was the most handsome man he had ever seen. Shizuo's breath became sporadic. His beautiful raven locks hung over his forehead as he finished his routine. The blonde looked into the stripper's suggestive red-brown eyes and felt himself get turned on a bit.
What the hell was he doing? He found himself walking up to the stage as the raven left, becoming overcome with lust. He wanted- no needed- that raven.
And that's it for Chapter 1! We would love to hear any feedback/comments/questions you have. So please comment below and follow/favorite. Thank you so much for reading! :3 We will try to post the next chapter soon.