Loud, obnoxious music blared through a club, out the door, and down the damp street. The talking, music, enthusiastic announcer, and clinking of glasses were enough to completely drown out the reality of the depressing outside world. The heavy downpour outside of the club was silenced by happily drunk guests. It was as if the bar was a world of its own; a place where men and women ranging from degenerates to new guests could forget about problems. Anyone over the age of eighteen was allowed inside of the club, but the bar was reserved for people that had legitimate proof of their age being over twenty one.

However, the section in the back was much quieter than the front. Slightly secluded from the main room with only one main entrance and exit. The room wasn't to listen to music or to chat more peacefully with friends. The guests' eyes were on something else entirely at that time of night; a female dancer flaunting her body openly on stage.

The club wasn't a place for the innocent minded. Strippers were located all over the place, and prostitutes looking for a busy night were almost as common. It wasn't uncommon to find a desperate woman smoking a cigarette outside the entrance to the club- no one seemed to mind. Most were just ignored. The dim lights and random flashes from the stage took attention away from the uncleanliness of the building.

To some the place was their home. Certain strippers adored their co-workers and enjoyed greeting them each day, but others couldn't stand being within fifty feet of the damn place. The insides almost always either reeked of alcohol or cigarette smoke, but that was to be expected.

But how would someone new act on the job? It was extremely difficult to get a gig as an entertainer for the club; not to mention how strict they were on strippers in particular. Every worker knew each other very well, first and last name, personality, all of that. Someone being added to their friend group was rare. Sometimes even frowned upon. But just last week another male entertainer had been added to the team, giving the club a fresh face for vintage customers.

A blond haired man of barely twenty two. His eyes were a deep crimson and his skin was almost too pale- just tan enough to suit his body. He didn't look like he worked out all that much due to the stature of his body; his awkward lankiness sort almost of gave him a cute side. It was a clear contrast from the toned men and curvy women on stage.

The same man held a form that read the address of the club close to him as he walked down a set of stairs, using the hood of his jacket to shield him from the rain. He opened the door of the bar with a shove of his elbow and was blasted by the overwhelming noise. Both men and women were chatting away at every open spot of the club- this was really where his new job was at? It was so much more intimidating when it was open. The place was almost cute midday when not a single customer was inside.

Apparently one in the morning was the prime time to get drinks and flirt with women.

He headed inside with tense shoulders, following the general path of the room to get to the back. He didn't want to accidentally bump into someone and upset a customer before the first day on his job. Technically his job started the following week, but he was far too interested in first experiencing the club's show as a guest before he even dared walking in as a stripper himself. He took off his wet coat and slung it over one arm, brushing a few fingers through his blond hair. He scanned the main room through the heads of people- a seating area, a crowded pathway to the back, a smoking sign that pointed to a door- must've led to an alleyway for smoke breaks, and then the bar.

Behind the bar stood a cheerful looking man in a black vest and white dress shirt. His blue hair was neatly brushed to give off a look of professionalism, but he seemed more like a friend than a mature employee that someone would go to for help. His body was a bit thinner than most other men working at the bar; maybe that was why he didn't work the stage.

Or maybe he was just over-analyzing it like a twat.

He approached the bar and sat himself down at an open stool, catching the blue boy's attention. He walked over with a kind smile, leaning in a bit once he looked Yohio over.

"What can I get ya?" He asked contentedly, cocking his head to the side. Odd, he couldn't even tell if the guy was faking his happiness or not. That took dedication. The voice of the man was a bit like his own in pitch, but his tone was much softer. It was a comforting voice to listen to, he'd give him that.

"Ah, nothing right now," the blond shook his head, waving an arm. "Just needed a place to sit; I had no idea this place would be so crowded. Really impressive for such a new bar."

"I'd expect no less of the owner here," the bartender laughed, walking to an empty glass that was left on the bar and beginning to wash it himself with a wet rag. "What's your name then?"

"Yohio," the man in the jacket informed, setting his elbows on the bar to lean forward a bit. "And you?"

"Kaito."

"So- Kaito, what's it like working here?" Yohio asked, raising an eyebrow as if he were interrogating the bluenette.

He laughed again, setting down the glass and leaning against the wall of wines and vintage liquor. "What, did my boss come here for you to question me? I swear I didn't clog the third stall in the male bathroom- that was Gakupo, hands down."

Yohio raised an eyebrow and felt his own laugh slip out. "Wait what? What happened to the toilet?" He asked, pushing for more information on the hinted story.

"Ah, a coworker thought it'd be funny to clog a toilet in the male bathroom because the strippers sometimes clean up after shows are over, but now my boss is on a manhunt for who did it so they can pay themselves. Do me a favor and keep quiet about it, alright?" He winked playfully.

"Got it," Yohio replied, thoroughly amused by this man. He seemed certainly different than what he would've expected out of a bartender in an adult club. "What're the workers like around here? I've just been interested in trying out for a job." He didn't exactly want to be upfront about how he had already been hired by their boss.

"Oh God, good luck with that. It's almost impossible to get in here. But on the slim chance you're let in, the workers here are close. We all know each other by name and joke around a lot. It's like a second family. It's fun to work here, at least when it isn't rush hour in this hellhole. Though it is a bit tough to be a stripper in particular; you deal with older men flirting with you, women asking for deals, and just having general creeps talk to you. From what I've heard, it's a bit rare for one of the strippers to get an attractive customer."

"Seriously?" Yohio rose an eyebrow, looking almost like he felt some new unappeal to his job. If most customers were ugly, how could he be excited for his first day on the job in a week? "That sucks."

"Yeah, but sometimes attractive people walk through the door. Such as you," Kaito winked again. Yohio blew out a bit of air to substitute as a laugh.

"You trying to get it on with me?" He asked, leaning in.

"Nah, I got my eyes set on someone. But no one said you can't browse choices as well, now did they?"

Yohio chuckled to himself and looked away, focusing on the arched doorway to the back part of the club. The stage was at the very back, but no one was on it at that moment. He turned back to Kaito and smiled sweetly.

"Hey, do you mind if I go back there for a bit? I'd love to talk to you again once I look at this place a bit more," he requested.

"Hey, you're the customer. I can't control you," Kaito replied, shrugging. "Come on back here whenever you'd like. You're a treat to talk to."

"Thanks," Yohio thanked, sliding a five dollar bill Kaito's way and winking. "Keep it up, hun. You're going somewhere with that personality with yours."

Yohio stood up and pushed himself away from the bar, maneuvering through the crowd of drunken guests to get to the back of the club. With a small bump or two and one waiter getting a bit annoyed at him, he walked through to the archway of the back half of the club. Although the talking was louder in the front, the music was certainly louder. This was proven when a tall, blonde woman with large sunglasses at the DJ station began a track, smiling energetically at the stage. His own eyes trailed there as well as he sat down at a chair, looking up at the closed curtain.

…

Suddenly, a man made his way out of the back with confidence. He pushed the curtains to the side and strode to the middle of the stage, his hips moving expertly with each step. As he made his way to the general front of the runway-like stage, he started at his chest and slowly trailed his arms teasingly down his body. The sight was a bit much for Yohio to take in, causing a light blush to cross his face, but he refused to look away from the attractive man. His brown hair covered an eye almost entirely, but the red eyes that were mostly exposed seemed to be similar to his own. He noticed this when they both made eye contact, locking eyes there for a moment as he rolled his hips into his hands.

Yohio instinctively bit his lip and sat back, breathing out a sigh to relax as the man continued. The smile he had was certainly charming to say the least. For a second he could've sworn the man's eyes were aimed at him, but that just had to be because he sat in the general area of the middle.

A smile crossed his own lips when the man turned around, but it was quickly lost as soon as he headed behind the curtain. The song hadn't ended- what was going on? He sat up and looked around at the other guests, of whom looked just as confused as he did.

He walked out again from the side, a wider smirk on the man's face once he entered the crowd. Him and Yohio locked eyes again, causing the blond to fluster (the way he was looking at him made him want to melt), but he didn't have time to properly react when the brunette grabbed onto Yohio's shoulders and sat himself on his lap without a question. His thighs brushed against his legs and their bodies almost touched, but not quite.

Yohio broke into a stutter and felt his hands leave the arms of the chair, but no words came out. He was too focused on the man leaning in with a playful smirk, moving to his ear.

"What's your name, love?" He whispered, letting his hips grind up against Yohio's lower abdomen whilst everyone watched.

Yohio closed his eyes and tried to dismiss the people around him from his thoughts. He couldn't help but make a sound as he felt hips move down then against his own, though it had been drowned out by the music.

"... Yohio," he finally breathed out, looking the boy in black up and down. The heeled boots were certainly attractive- they fit his physique pretty well. Made him taller as well.

"Yohio," he repeated, chuckling a little bit. A hand moved to Yohio's chest and began to feel him, not even paying mind to the crowd staring at them. "How adorable. You seem new here," he quieted down so they could only hear each other. "How were you enjoying my show, Yohio?"

"A-ah-" he began to stutter once again. This hadn't been what he prepared for. He hadn't even been aware of there being other male strippers first off; this had been the least likely outcome in his mind.

Though… He couldn't lie. The man was fairly seductive- more than fairly. And, well, extremely attractive.

"... You looked, uh…" Without even realizing it, Yohio's hand reached up to touch the shorter man's hip. He gently rested his hand above his tailbone and looked up at the man that hovered over him still. Everyone was staring. His heart was racing. So much pent up excitement.

"How did I look?" He asked. "If you answer me, I'll tell you my name. Would you like that?" He spoke in a whisper.

Yohio, overwhelmed by the sudden events could only smile a little bit at the brunette and let it off of his chest.

"W-well… You looked absolutely delight-" his word morphed into a weak, choked gasp when he felt the man move down entirely and sit fully down on his lap. Fuckfuckfuck. No. He was hard. He couldn't let him feel how hard he was.

"Well Yohio, the name's Meito," he winked, leaning in with a seductive smirk. "I think you need to remember that name since you'll be screaming later it until you lose your voice."

And as soon as that was done, he felt Meito lean in to connect their lips for a moment. It wasn't too long, but Yohio had been briefly trapped between a chair and addictively soft lips. And he'd be damned if he didn't admit that he loved every second of it. The way the stripper moved. His voice. The light (French? He couldn't tell.) accent he had that drove him up the wall. He barely even knew the poor guy and future coworker, but he knew for a fact that he needed to spend the night with him. No matter how it happened, whether it be through money or dumb luck.

No matter how awkward work would be.

Meito headed back to the stage with a newfound excitement to please his crowd, but he found it difficult to focus on anyone except the blushing blond sitting there with an obvious erection. Hell, he had one himself; it wasn't a common occurrence, but it happened. He had to deal with it, maybe it would sap more money from the crowd.

He made his way to the front of the stage and bit his lip, locking eyes with Yohio once again as he slowly pulled off his shirt. His body was slowly exposed to the audience, earning a whistle or two from the excited men. A few women were in the crowd as well, perhaps a dominatrix hoping for a man, but Meito knew exactly who he wanted in his dressing room later.

Exactly who he wanted gasping against the bed.

…

The show ended not long after that. A few more actions, a few more gestures to drive them wild and Meito saw enough money on the front of the stage. A woman in pink walked out with a bucket to collect the money as Meito headed back, blew a single kiss he aimed only in the general direction of Yohio, and then made his way downstairs.

Well that was an adventure. He didn't feel exhausted and grumpy after the performance for once, but rather energized and really excited. That blond man- Yohio if he remembered correctly; the music was loud- was adorable. In a perfect world, he would've seen him in his room hours ahead, but that didn't seem likely. He looked too new, perhaps too shy to ask for something so lewd.

Ah well. A man could hope.

He dried his face off with a stray towel and walked to his dressing room, running a hand through his damp hair. Had he really been giving that much effort during the show? It all felt like a blur- no, he couldn't be lovestruck or something. It was odd. Something about that man was just so oddly appealing. Something about him made Meito want him. Crave him like a drug.

The door to his dressing room was carelessly opened and then closed, the sound of the lock signaling the automatic precaution put into place in case some idiotic drunk decided he wanted to come in without asking first. Meito crashed onto the couch and tossed his shirt to the side, resting the towel on top of his head as he closed his eyes.

Peace at last. But that peace didn't last too long. It never did.

There was a knock at the door and Meito had a bad feeling. It had to be a gross customer with too much money. It had to be some creepy girl with a thousand-yard stare and a lisp. Someone repulsive that he'd have to whore himself out to with no real choice.

"Coming!" He shouted in a sweet tone, trying his best to sound enthusiastic with the rising dread in his stomach. He stood himself up and walked over, putting his hand over the doorknob. With a sigh, he closed his eyes and hoped to himself for the best. Someone not obscenely overweight. Someone slightly attractive.

Please.

He opened the door and blinked, looking up only a little at the sight of blond hair and red eyes. His lips curled into a genuine smile and he leaned on the doorway, taking in the sight of the humiliated man with a slight erection still going.

"Ah, what a wonderful surprise. I suppose you really do want to scream my name."