I was talking to a few people on msn and aim and I kept stating that I really wanted to write a stripper sora oneshot so er... that's what I did. It's limeish. But it's not all that bad. It's short but amusing. Enjoy.

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It was the same routine every night. At precisely eleven twenty two (pm, of course), college student Riku Karada would casually saunter his way into the same old bar (that doubled as a strip-joint, mind you), make his way to that front row seat, shamelessly, and eagerly await the show. Now, of course, all those slutty females did nothing for the silveret. Nothing whatsoever. The only thing he liked about them was their short performances- the bar usually kept the male strippers out longer, basically due to the fact that most of their customers were males. Gay males.

Riku would order up a green apple martini, wince from how sour it was, and then take a seat. His drink in hand, he would patiently (but on the inside he was dying from anticipation) await his favorite stripper. The one with the cinnamon hair, glossy lips, and piercing blue eyes. The one that he had somehow managed to convince to come over to his seat every night and personally speak to him. Well, not really speak, more like grunt. Oh, and in pleasure, too.

Riku casually pushed his hair behind his ears as he allowed the base of the erotic music to fill his soul. Now, mind you, Riku wasn't a whore. He didn't make out with every single easy person he came across. Not one bit. The male had morals and he respected the daringly sexy strippers here. Well, mostly just the cinnamon-haired one. He was a cutie and was so timidly shy, but managed to hide that so well. Years of practice? Perhaps.

Regardless, Riku took a long sip from his drink, wincing, as usual. Why did he even drink? He didn't really like it. And if he ever did get lucky, why would he want to be drunk? He definitely didn't want to be drunk when pounding that lithe boy into the- Okay, now he was getting sidetracked.

Riku leaned his pale chin into the cup of his hands. He never saw any of the other college students here. Usually drunken old men or daring teenagers that were barely out of high school. Low-lives. Riku only came here for that beautiful brunet who had captured his mind and tangled it into a vinery mess. Maybe it was the tanned legs that the brunet stripper shamelessly displayed. Or maybe it was the playful winks he would always toss out- usually in his directions. Or maybe it was the skimpy clothing that he wore … even before he began to remove it.

Alas, Riku digressed.

Riku sighed and glanced down at his wrist-watch rather fractiously. Riku had completely ignored the females that were prancing about the stage, clinging to poles like stray cats climbing up a tree. It was disgusting, truly.

Riku lifted his gaze when he realized that the cat-calls had been silenced. And the music momentarily stopped. Aquamarine eyes stared at the old blue curtain, watching it ripple occasionally. His heart sped up as his palms became a bit sweaty. Before he could even breathe, that angel stepped out. A tight black skirt-like bottom clung to the brunet's legs while his top was covered by a thin, black, almost-see through shirt. But not entirely. No, even a stripper had morals.

Riku absentmindedly licked his lips. Yeah, when he first started coming here he felt a bit bad. A bit dirty, even. You could even go to a stretch to say that he kept himself from becoming turned on… But now was different. He was so used to this that it didn't seem all that bad or dangerous anymore. Now all it was was damn pleasing.

The brunet pranced about the stage, his backside wiggling as he danced about. Blue eyes, that were masked by black-eyeliner, stared teasingly at Riku. It was a few moments before the odd skirt like thing came off, revealing short black shorts. Dear lord. Those should be illegal. They were far too tight, too short, and too restricting. And even the brunet stripper - Sora - could hear the gasp that emitted from the silveret's lips.

"You're back?" the brunet purred, gracefully jumping off the stage (it wasn't that tall) and down in front of Riku. His eyes twinkled at the silveret as he tugged absently at his shirt, finding it a bit too restricting at this moment. "I didn't expect you to come back," Sora hummed as he leaned closer, a smirk playing on his glossy lips.

"You look good tonight," commented Riku, his heart racing as he stared at the essence of seduction. And to think that someone as submissive as the brunet could be so damn provocative.

"Really? Thank you," the brunet purred and easily climbed into the silver haired male's lap. It was rare that he allowed so close contact, but he trusted this man for reasons unknown. "You're wearing new cologne," Sora murmured as he buried his nose into the crone of Riku's neck, jerking his hips the slightest against Riku's.

A rush of arousal sparked through Sora's body that was akin to the wave that came through Riku's. "Like it?" Riku wondered, his hand wandering along the barely clothed planes upon the brunet's back.

"Mm… smells nice," Sora replied and licked at the silveret's neck, his arms tightly weaving around the taller's neck. "You always smell good," Sora went on to say, nipping at a single pale column upon Riku's neck. This produced an especially guttural moan from the silver haired male beneath him.

"What's with… the special treatment?" Riku wondered, arching his neck back. His lips parted in a pleased manner, allowing an airy moan to fall from them as he bucked his hips the slightest against Sora's. Oh the delicious friction …. Riku moaned and dug his fingertips into Sora's back.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Sora questioned in a purr, his breath hitching due to Riku's actions. Oh yes, they both were teases. They should be shot for that. "You get turned on really fast," Sora made known as he trailed a line of feverish kisses up Riku's neck, leading to the older's jaw.

"Well yeah, when you're practically-" Sora's hips rolled against his and it took everything Riku had not to pin the stripper down against the floor, "-grinding against me-" Sora bit at his neck this time, "-trying to send me over the-" Sora compressed his body flush up against Riku's, "-edge," Riku's last word was more of a breathless murmur of desire.

"Money?" Sora asked cutely, his body achingly pressing against the other's.

"Money…" Riku repeated a bit shamefully as he arched into Sora's touch, loving the feelings he got from doing such. His hands wandered down to Sora's butt, squeezing the area firmly. "Pocket," he explained in a moan as Sora licked at his earlobe.

Sora nodded and paused his kisses to glimpse at the money that he had just retrieved. A hundred? How endearing. "What's with this?" Sora questioned, raising the money to the other's lust-filled, aquamarine hues. Riku blinked at it and grabbed Sora's wrist, curling his fingers around it at once.

"What do you think?" Riku demanded, feeling the brunet's pulse quickening under his wrist.

"I… don't know," Sora murmured shyly and looked away. "What if-" he began cautiously and then was silenced when lips pressed up against his cheek, turning his body ablaze. "Riku…" Sora whispered sensually, melting into the silveret's touch. God. He never got tired of this customer and his endearing personality.

"Take the money," Riku instructed Sora, absently watching as Sora pocketed the money, "and lets go," Riku cooed into Sora's ear, tugging on the earlobe with growing desperation.

"I'll…get fired," Sora warned, mewling wantonly into the other's touches. They felt so damn good. Why should he deny it? "Fired and… then I won't have… money and…"

"Shush," Riku groaned into Sora's ear. "You were the one to give me a lap dance," Riku breathed huskily into the brunet's ear, licking the shell. His hands roamed along Sora's back, sneaking up the shirt and onto the firey skin. His fingers massaged the tense planes, making Sora yelp in sudden pleasure.

"…back room," Sora groaned, not really pleased with the turn of events.

"Lead me," Riku told Sora, his lips trailing down the stripper's neck and to his exposed collarbone, giving it a swift suck. His tongue traveled along it, sending the brunet into a mantra of needy pants and mews and downright moans.

Sora sighed as he shuffled off Riku's lap and weakly stood on his legs. Shyly, Sora extended his hand and gestured for Riku to take it. Once the silveret had done such, Sora lead him through the mob of dancing people down the hallway to the small changing room that was currently available. Available for things that really weren't supposed to be done in a strip-joint. Stupid Riku.

Sora cautiously closed the door and locked it behind them, staring down at the ground. "Uhm…Riku?" Sora whispered uncertainly, swaying nervously back and forth on the balls of his feet.

"Oh come on, Sora," Riku breathed and wrapped his arms around the brunet's middle. "No one's going to find us and I've had a hard week in college. I mean, I'm wasting all my nights coming here to see you perform."

Sora hmphed and looked away from Riku. "You make me sound like a burden."

"Oh Sora, you're not," Riku cooed and licked Sora's ear again, making the brunet tremble in his grasps. "Besides, I like seeing you dance. Especially for me," he whispered and trailed his hands lovingly down Sora's sides, keeping the stripper close.

"Riku," Sora mumbled and leaned forward, capturing the other's lips in his own. "I want to quit this so badly. It's boring and all I get out of this is teasing you. And a lot of creepy guys winking at me." Sora frowned into the kiss and hugged Riku closer.

"Then find another job, you're the one that wanted to do this in the first place," Riku explained and licked Sora's cheek. "You can just give me private shows, eh?"

"I only did this because I wanted to tease you," Sora complained and then reached up to kiss Riku's lips again. "And all we ever do is makeout and yeah! It's not even fun anymore! I'd rather kiss you wi- mrphm!" Sora instantly shut up when Riku bruised their lips together again, pressing his body firmly up against Riku's.

"You did good tonight," Riku purred into the kiss, moaning at the close contact. "Do you think anyone's figured out that you're my boyfriend yet?"

"Not a soul," Sora hummed cheerfully against his boyfriend's lips.