A/N: I'm so happy to see some people liked this fic from here and tumblr, so thank you all and I hope that this chapter pleases!

Warning: Rape and murder is mentioned in this chapter.

Chapter One: Lost and Found

It was a slow night at Afonso's work. It was rare for the club but sometimes there would be days with few visitors. Those days were the best for his health, but terrible for his pay check. As a stripper he made lots of cash off tips, and fortunately for him he made loads off tips alone. But it wasn't enough.

He was one of the only male strippers at the location besides his stunning Italian friend, Lovino Vargas. They both did well and earned the club a good reputation, bringing in men of any and all sexualities. The life of a stripper may not sound ideal to many, or really any position in a strip club. One of Afonso's closest friends, Arthur Kirkland, had tried out as a waiter at the club and quit only days after being touched in a few places he'd rather not tell. Afonso didn't mind the occasional touch and squeeze considering he knew his body was great, and Lovino was a little too selfless to care at all. Whatever put food on their tables was good enough for them.

That night would've been perfect if not for a few problems, one of which being that he didn't make enough to get through that week.

"Alright man, we're here."

Abel looked around the building, making a face at all the flashing lights and the women dancing around the poles with little to no clothing on. The club reeked of hard liquor and was filled with obscene sounds made by some of the men already there. Heavy techno music ran up through his body, causing him to be a little more than taken back. This was a scene that the Dutchman would rather not have witnessed.

"Get your ass moving so we can get a few lapdances. That's what the boys do on Saturdays, since you're so picky."

"Mm." Abel only made a few noises in response to his later inquiries. He didn't care. Once they were in front of a few women on stage, the friend happily sat in a seat and watched the show. He no longer paid any mind to Abel who had found his way back to the bar.

Thank god, he thought.

But someone else seemed to notice.

I need to make just a bit more so I can be good for the week… that guy looks like the perfect target.

Just after ordering a drink from the bartender, he received a delicate tap on the shoulder. Abel hesitantly spun around on the bar stool, eyes widening the minute they spotted who touched him. There stood a short man with the longest hair he'd seen on a guy, a hand on his hip and a mischievous smile gracing his lips. The aura he gave off just screamed that he was up to something. Something that Abel was a little nervous about. But hey, this guy was fucking gorgeous. Not even he could deny that.

"Hi." The stranger purred, ever so slightly leaning closer.

"Hey."

"What are you doing out here away from your friend? Not fond of the performers?" He spoke smoothly as he lifted himself up onto the stool right beside Abel's. "Too bad I'm not up there tonight. I make the crowd crazy."

"Yeah? Who are you?"

"My name's Afonso. You may or may not have heard of me, but I'm pretty big around this town."

"I hope you don't mean that literally." Abel's snarky comment wasn't taken lightly.

"Oh shut the hell up, I know I'm short," Afonso barked, "anyways, I overheard that you don't like girls. We have that much in common. How about... I give you a night to remember?"

"Excuse me?"

"Let me give you a lapdance."

Almost instantly, Abel gave him an unpleasant reply, "No thanks."

Afonso looked taken back by the blunt answer, almost gasping. Nobody turned down him down like that! This was not good for his confidence. It was already starting to falter in recent weeks.

"Well why not? You look so lonely back here. I just wanted to give you a good time."

"It's too damn expensive." The bartender handed Abel his mixed drink and gave Afonso a little look that said "good luck". Afonso was not amused. He needed the cash! Who else was going to pay for his brother's college tuition? And who knew when Antonio was going to injure something else? Not to mention Afonso owned a pet that needed lots of supplies and attention. This just wouldn't do it.

"What is your name?"

"... Abel."

"Listen, Abel. You're missing out on a lot here. I don't have to get in your lap if you don't want me to. I could just, you know, strip for you. Dance on the pole-"

"No."

Now this got Afonso to make a sound of astonishment. What was up this guy's ass? This called for desperate measures!

"Money is really important to you, huh? I'll give you a discount."

"Nope."

Afonso could only whine like a puppy in response. What was he to do? He couldn't just tell him his life story and explain that he needed the money. That was a turn-off. He didn't want to do this with any other man, either. Abel was the hottest person to come in here! Not that everyone that came into the strip club was atrocious, but the tall pale Dutchman was definitely a favorite already.

Abel must have been watching him think through this, because the next thing he knew he had pulled out his wallet, "Look, I can tell that you're not doing this just because. You need the cash, right? Don't feel like you have to objectify yourself for me. Just take it." And with that, the blond had paid Afonso a little over ten dollars what he would've asked from him. Afonso blinked, looking down at the wad of dollar bills in his hand.

"And I can tell why you're popular. You're cute. Physically and in your personality. Just look at how you begged for me." He snickered, pulling out a cigarette from his back pocket.

Afonso could only blush, "Well, thank you. This means a lot to me, you know. Are you sure you don't want anything in return? It is my job."

"Good, because I don't just give out money like that. And no, I don't want you to rub your ass against me."

The Portuguese man giggled softly, turning on his heel and thanking the man once more before waving goodbye. Somehow he felt that this Abel character wasn't so bad after all.

After his encounter with Abel Janssen, Afonso was beyond giddy. He couldn't shake the image of him out of his head nor that deep baritone voice that called him cute! If only he'd allowed him to give him that lap dance. He knew he was being considerate, but he actually wanted to give the man a little fun. Abel didn't seem like the type of guy to be a virgin, so why was he that reserved?

All that mattered was that he was paid extra for nothing and it was just the type of money he'd need to pay for groceries. The anxiety that raged in his lower abdomen had subsided and now he was at peace. He'd manage to pay for his brother's needs and his own. Nothing could've been better.

"Afonso!"

"Hm?"

The brunet turned around to see his friend Lovino. Lovino was absolutely adorable today, wearing a skin-tight and lacy leotard. His arms were covered with sleeves and he wore thigh-highs that matched the getup. The Italian pulled off these feminine clothes better than Afonso could and the crowd loved him for it. How could they not?

Lovino made his way up to Afonso, the usual pout on his lips, "Our shifts are over in ten minutes. Can't wait to get out of this thing, my dick hurts. Do you have a ride?"

"Oh, no. What about you?"

"Well I did, but Antonio just informed me that his piece of shit car won't start. I'm stuck here."

"Ótimo…" Another thing they were going to have to pay for. "We could just grab a cab couldn't we?"

"And risk getting murdered? No thanks."

It was true. Going out at night in such revealing attire was not the best situation to be in. Especially if you're leaving a nightclub and you are very well known for being a stripper. It wasn't just women who got sexually assaulted or killed. Afonso and Lovino were almost victims of it themselves once before.

"You're right. Well what do you suggest?"

"I don't fucking know. Maybe our boss could drive us? I mean, he's a total creep. I don't know who else to call. My brothers are out doing God knows what, and we don't really have friends."

"Do you think it'll come out of our paycheck?"

"If that's the case I'm still not walking home half naked. We have no choice."

So they approached their boss, Mr. Smith. He wasn't that bad of a guy, really. He was just kind of touchy. And annoying. But other than that he didn't do much else to them. Smith paid them all fairly well and wasn't too terribly harsh. Occasionally he'd scold Lovino for cursing out a customer, but he never fired anybody unless it was serious business. So it was not a surprise when he gladly accepted their request.

"No worries, boys, I can take you both home once I get off. That's just another half hour. It's unfortunate that your brother's car took a dump, Afonso."

"Yeah. Just gives me something else to worry about," Afonso huffed, "but thank you, sir."

"It's nothing! Anything for my favorite kids."

Mr. Smith ended his shift at 11:30 on the dot, approaching Afonso and Lovino who were leaning up against a wall outside the restrooms.

"Ready, boys?"

"Yeah," both replied in unison.

When both men started towards the exit, they couldn't help but notice that their boss was a bit close to them from behind. Maybe he was just being protective of them. That was still a strange reasoning behind his actions. The further they were away from people however, an arm went around each of them and his torso was up against their backs. Now that was not normal.

"The fuck are you doing?"

"Just being a little careful, Lovi."

"You… don't have to do that."

Afonso almost froze in his steps, heart racing as they left the club. They were now outside. All alone in the almost empty parking lot. It was pitch black besides the blinking sign outside the building. This was not good. He was far too close to his liking. He had to tell him to get off. Something was wrong about this.

"Hey, I don't feel comfortable like this-"

"Why not? I have only good intentions!"

"Get off them, asshole."

That voice. Afonso recognized that voice.

"Can't you tell that they don't like you touching them? You're just lucky that they've stuck around for this long."

It was a deep voice.

"People like you disgust me. Taking advantage of your workers for your own personal gain. I know your game. Now let go of them."

With that, Mr. Smith had pulled away from the two. His expression was anything but pleasant. It was mortifying.

Behind him stood Abel himself. He'd saved the two from possible rape, and he was not going to let him get away with this.

"You didn't have much of a plan did you?"

"Because that was not what I was going to do with them!"

"Sure. The looks on their faces tell me otherwise," Abel glanced over at Afonso before resuming eye contact with Smith. "Now scram or I'm reporting your ass to authorities."

Their boss stumbled over words, unable to come up with a decent argument and listening to Abel's command, "You should learn to stay out of other people's affairs."

"You should learn some respect."

Once Mr. Smith had got into his car and drove off, Abel grabbed his phone out of his pocket to type something into it, then put it away. Afonso and Lovino were both a little on edge, staying close to each other just in case.

"Why did you just help us?"

"I was a decent human being. Come on, I'll drive you home if you want. I just told my sister I'd be a little late."

To be continued…

Translations:

"Ótimo" - Portuguese; "Great"