Alright... This is KingofthePocky here, with a shitty story. Yeah, I don't know how much you guys will like this story, but it's written to a song from Castlevania Symphony of the Night, The Curse Zone. I just felt that it worked really well for this story. Flames are appreciated, as is helpful critisism, you know the deal. If you don't like pointless kink and smuttery, I suggest you dont read this story. Kapish? Kapish. Good little readers. :D
By the way, this is set a short while after Mello left Wammy's, running of to the middle of thug-infested LA. By this stage, he's already with the mafia when he goes to the a club for a business deal with a drug lord. Did Matt leave Wammy's after him? Why is there a redheaded dancer at this club who looks just like our favorite gamer? Get reading then.
It was in the club when emerald eyes met turquoise, crimson hair mingled with golden blonde and leather gloves brushed over tight fitting jeans. The blonde mafioso had been lounging on a black leather couch at the time, one leg folded beneath him and the other stretched out in front of him as he watched the nearby members and staff make their rounds throughout the club.
This club - The Curse Zone as it was so aptly named – provided entertainment of all sorts to anyone and everyone who passed through its doors. The shady business conducted in the private booths was never talked about, just like whenever one of the dancers would take an onlooker up to the room they had booked for the night. The staff went on with their work as the other patrons continued their business, sometimes a disapproving frown upon their lips that was almost impossible to notice from the shadows.
The blonde barely even glanced at the dancers on the stage as he lifted the unwrapped chocolate bar up to his lips and dragged his tongue over the corner before taking the dark chocolate between his teeth and snapping off the corner, his ice blue eyes narrowing as a male dancer on one of the stages wiggled his fingers at him.
"Looks like Matty's taken an interest in you, Blondie." remarked one of the nearby girls as the background music changed from a low, seductive melody to a rough guitar solo, full to the brim of distortion. The blonde man inclined his head at the dancer and looked at the girl, lifting his hand to grab her arm.
"What did you call him?" he asked dangerously, his lips moving into a slight frown as she tried to pull away from him, out of his vice-like grip. "His name is Matty?" the girl nodded and quickly scurried away to one of the other members – a large, beady-eyed man stuffing his face with a gourmet cheeseburger, the grease dripping down his chin – once he let go, the dancer moving gracefully to the edge of the stage and sliding his hands over his hips. The dancer lowered his head as he slid to his knees, letting his crimson hair fall down to cover his eyes as he pushed his hips up slowly. The redhead let out a low groan and looked the blonde right in the eye, smirking as he turned and lowered himself down off the stage and onto the ground.
Mello licked his lips clean of the chocolate and went to stand up, only to have the redheaded dancer lay a gloved hand on his chest and push him back down onto the battered leather couch. He rose an eyebrow slightly as the dancer pushed between his legs to lean over him, grinning darkly at him.
Well, what do you think? Think I should post a chapter 2? Is that Matty the same Matty from Wammy's? Yes? No? Maybe? Chapter 2? Sure thing, minions. I'll go get writing.
-KingofthePocky
