Hey again! In celebration of Valentine's Day, or Balantine's Day so to speak, here's another chapter that I'm excited about. 11 days of perseverance was totally worth it. In case you're wondering what the title of the chapter means, it's French for "nocturnal pleasures".

References of songs belong to their respective artists. I embedded the songs in the Wattpad and DeviantArt versions of this story. Feel free to listen to them.

WARNING: This chapter is a lemon. Read at your own risk.

Plaisirs Nocturnes

It was nine o'clock in the evening. Balan and I were in the lobby, lounging at a table and flirting with each other. The lights were dimly lit and instrumental smooth jazz was playing in the background to fit our current mood. The maestro was holding my hand and kissed it several times whilst rubbing his thumb in a circular motion, showing how much he truly cared for me. I placed my other hand on my cheek, blushing at his affectionate gesture.

"Oh, Peyton. My sweet, sweet Peyton. Spending time and exploring the beauties of Wonderworld with you is the best thing that has ever happened to me", Balan wholeheartedly expressed.

"Mine too, Balan. I'm thankful for a magical being like you, a ray of sunshine and a bundle of joy who brightens up my day with your wonderful smile and irresistible charisma", I genuinely avowed as we intertwined our hands.

"I'm flattered by your endearing words, darling", he responded as he blushed.

"Plus, the dinner we had a couple of hours ago was scrumptious as always", I added.

"Why, thank you. I appreciate the commendation. I'm always fascinated by your knowledge of international cuisine", he replied.

"Maybe someday, we could create a few recipes in a step-by-step process", I proposed.

"I'd like that very much. Anything that opens my eyes is welcome", he pleasantly accepted.

We exchanged glances, blushing as our tender moment went on. I took Balan's wrist to place his gloved hand on my cheek. It felt so soft and warm that I kissed it a few times and nuzzled it gently. He chuckled and thought how cute it was to see me being fond of his hand.

"Say, I've been meaning to tell you something", Balan said.

"What is it?", I wondered.

"There's a side of me that you've never seen before and I want to show it to you with a performance on stage", he admitted.

"Oh, really? I'm intrigued", I remarked whilst raising one eyebrow.

"It's a special performance just for you and I guarantee that you're going to love it", he assured.

"You definitely got me intrigued", I furthered.

"Well, what are we waiting for? The show is about to start", he grandly expressed.

"Right now?", I surprisingly asked, blinking a couple of times.

"Yes! You can proceed to the auditorium while I make the necessary preparations", he stated.

"Alright! Break a leg!", I exclaimed as we stood up.

As Balan and I exited the lobby, I entered the auditorium and walked my way to the front-row seat. Once I sat down, I wrapped my arms around myself as the temperature of the humongous room was cold. Whilst looking around, I observed that there were so many seats behind me, including those on the four balconies. The golden designs around the auditorium looked indisputably magnificent. It felt like I was living in a luxurious home that only the rich could afford.

I turned my focus back on the main stage and at that moment, the drapes opened by themselves, revealing a vintage microphone in front. As the spotlights projected on the center and moved to the left, I heard a different set of footsteps and sure enough, it was Balan who entered the stage. Interestingly, he wore a particular costume that consisted of a purple strapless corset teddy, a red bow tie, a golden collar, white evening gloves, and a pair of golden stilettos. He retained wearing his signature top hat of course.

Balan sashayed with his hands on his hips, flaunting his bare legs whilst making his way towards the microphone. I blushed completely and was stunned with widened eyes and mouth agape as I saw the confidence radiating within him. I gazed at his legs and pulled the collar of my shirt a few times, noticing that his calves were well-toned.

"Good evening and welcome, Peyton. I appreciate your attendance and I hope you're having a great night. Are you ready for tonight's performance?", Balan introduced with a suave tone of voice whilst holding the microphone.

"Yes, I am", I delightfully answered.

"Wonderful. Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the show", he said.

As the music started to play, he proceeded to sing the following songs: The Way You Look Tonight by Michael Bublé, Careless Whisper by Kenny G featuring Brian McKnight, Mind If I Make Love to You by Harry Connick Jr., Stand By Me by Seal, and Holding On by Gregory Porter.

I was blown away and instantly fell in love with Balan's singing voice that sounded rich and smooth like butter. Every so often, he slowly danced with the microphone, making moves reminiscent of rumba, waltz, and tango. I smiled while he looked at me on a few occasions as he was crooning to me with such sentimental songs.

Afterwards, Balan snapped his finger, causing the microphone to disappear and four clones to appear next to him, as well as a stripper pole behind them. The subsequent performance was an improvised choreography and a different genre of music began to play. They danced to the following songs: Vogue by Madonna, Come Alive by Years & Years and Jess Glynne, One More by SG Lewis featuring Nile Rodgers, Rock With U by Janet Jackson, Call On Me by RAYE, and Spotlight by Jessie Ware.

Party lights flashed and flickered as I bopped my head, moved my shoulders, clapped my hands, and tapped my feet to the music. They incorporated various moves such as voguing, waacking, hustle, bachata, and striptease. The last song concluded with Balan and his clones striking sensual poses. He was still wearing his costume while they only wore pink G-strings after each of them danced on the stripper pole.

"Holy shit! That's the most fabulous performance I've ever seen", I acclaimed as I stood up from the seat and gave a round of applause.

"Thank you! Thank you very much, Peyton dear. You're too kind", Balan acknowledged as he and his clones bowed.

"No wonder why you wanted to show me that side of yours. You look totally gorgeous in that outfit!", I complimented out of sheer captivation.

"Well, I happen to have a great taste in fashion. Whatever I wear is guaranteed to look beautiful on me", he gleefully bragged as he went down the stage while his clones and the stripper pole vanished into thin air.

"I'll say. Shall we take a shower together? You seem to be completely covered in sweat", I asked after he sashayed towards me.

"You took the words right out of my mouth. Either way, I'd love to!", he joyfully answered, putting his hand on my shoulder and mine on his hip, as we exited the auditorium.

After thirty minutes of cleaning up, Balan and I got out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but G-strings. We dried ourselves with towels and placed them on a couple of clothes hangers. We sat on the bed and talked about his spectacular show.

"You know, when I watched you pour your heart out on that stage, you've done something that I didn't expect you to do", I said.

"What would that be, darling?", Balan queried.

"You inspired me to embrace my individuality and authentic self. The way you carried and expressed yourself without a single ounce of shame is one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen", I sincerely affirmed.

"Aww, Peyton. That's really sweet of you to say that. I'm glad that my show made a tremendous impact on you", he touchingly said as we hugged one another.

"Thank you so much, my love", I gratefully remarked.

"And thank you for enjoying it. I can't wait to see you perform on stage. I mean, if you want to", he replied.

"Are you kidding me? I'd love to! It would be my way of giving back to you, though I have yet to conquer my stage fright", I worriedly admitted.

"No need to fret. I'd be more than delighted to help you", he asserted as he held my hand.

"I appreciate it as always", I stated with a smile.

"By the way, what ideas do you have for our wild and experimental session?", he curiously enquired.

Without saying anything, I laid down on my back and opened my arms with elbows bent. It took Balan a while to figure out until he fully understood what I was implying. Snapping his finger whilst grinning alluringly, my wrists were bounded with a pair of cuffs tied to the bed, and my eyes were covered with a blindfold.

I felt Balan crawling on top of me, caressing my entire torso by moving his hands around. He then placed his lips on mine as we engaged in a slow yet sultry French kiss. Our tongues collided and swirled, making luscious sounds that enticed both of us to a familiar phenomenon between our legs.

"Ooohh, Balan! It's been a while since I felt your touches. You have no idea how much I miss them", I intimately expressed.

"I love listening to your adorable moans, babe. It drives me wild and makes me want to give you another performance that I'm sure you'll never forget", Balan seductively whispered in my ear whilst stroking my arms and leisurely tickling my armpits.

"I'm all yours, honey. Go ahead and give it all you've got", I let him proceed.

I gave out wanton moans as Balan licked my neck and twirled my nipples. His touches sent shivers down my spine, causing my body to feel hot and writhe out of excitement. He crawled backwards in his own good time to suckle each of my nipples and kiss my chest and stomach several times. I spread my legs as he trailed his fingers on my inner thighs, smooching them inch by inch, and ultimately fondled my bulge. I wore a blissful smile as he nuzzled his face against it.

Slowly but surely, Balan took off my G-string, liberating my erection from its fabric restraint. He grasped it with one hand, milking in a vertical motion, whilst kneading my plums with his other hand. It went on for a certain number of minutes until he ran his tongue all over my shaft and sucked my tip. I moaned with all my might as he wrapped his mouth around my hard-on, going deep to make sure that it was completely coated with his saliva. Feeling him giving head was a wonderful experience that made me holler his name out loud. I squirmed in seventh heaven and my length throbbed as he carried on sucking me off. Once my moans became more audible, he knew that I was about to release, so he stopped halfway.

"Not so soon, my dearest Peyton. You haven't had your well-deserved treat yet", Balan playfully chided as he straddled my chest and placed my head between his thighs.

Anticipating what was going to happen next, I smothered my face against Balan's crotch. Sniffing his firm bulge profoundly, I got a kick out of the amalgam of his scent and the fragrance of the fabric. Eventually, he removed his G-string and poked my lips with his magic wand. I teased his tip by spinning my tongue around and planting a couple of wet smooches until I opened my mouth to let him put it all in. As he held on to my head, I moved my head back and forth and hummed, causing him to moan my name fervently from the ecstatic vibrations. I felt his member pulsating as I continued going down on him deliciously. A while later, he pulled out of my mouth and I took the time to catch my breath.

"Looks like someone is pretty hungry. Enjoying your snack?", Balan fondly queried.

"I sure did", I answered.

"I'll get something from the drawer for us to spice things up. I'll be right with you", he remarked as he removed himself from the bed.

"Okay", I uttered.

A minute later, Balan went back to bed, raised my legs, and made me bend my knees. I felt him prodding my hole a few times and knowing that we were finally going to unite as one, I took deep breaths in preparation.

"If you feel any discomfort, please let me know. Seeing you getting hurt is the last thing that I want", he sensibly cautioned.

"You don't have to worry about me. I trust you one hundred percent", I reassured.

"Very well then. On with our private show", he proclaimed.

He gently inserted it and groaned as he carefully pushed further into me. The feeling of his member penetrating my crevice triggered me to vocalize amorously and push my head back against the pillow. Once he was all in, he positioned himself closer to me and I wrapped my legs around his hips. As soon as I told him that I was ready, he then commenced with slow thrusts. Our groans and grunts of passion and the wet sounds of our romantic lovemaking filled the bedroom.

"UNF! Oh, fuck yes, Balan! It feels so good... Please, give me more... FUCK!", I ardently groaned.

"MMMM! So warm... so tight... I love the way you clench around me, Peyton", Balan lustfully expressed.

"It also feels so cool and minty", I added.

"I used a spearmint-infused lubricant to make our adventure the most refreshing one", he explained.

"That makes it even better. UUHH...", I commented.

Balan continued thrusting and we snogged once again as the temperature of our bodies increased significantly from the thrilling sensation. With our hearts pounding, he grunted as he went at a moderate pace. I turned my hands into fists and panted as I felt him going in and out, constantly stimulating my walls and my prostate. Our forbidden dance lasted for so long that the abundance of his stamina left me impressed. He then purred sweet nothings and words of fiery desire, telling me that he felt connected with me and the universe.

"OH FUCK! I'm gonna... I'm gonna...", I cried as the tension started building up.

"NNNNGHHHH! I'm almost there...", Balan groaned whilst thrusting deeper as he experienced the same tension.

I clenched my teeth as my chamber tightened around Balan's magic wand. He did a few more and together, we finally rode the waves of the most powerful orgasm we've ever felt. Screaming out each other's names with our backs arched, I came all over myself while Balan burst ribbons of warm seed within me. Our euphoric moment coincided with the contractions of my cavern, causing some of his fluids to leak out.

After our orgasm subsided, Balan and I breathed laboriously as our bodies started to relax, followed by the steady beating of our hearts. He carefully pulled out of me and snapped his finger, making the cuffs and the blindfold disappear. He pressed his upper body against mine while I put my arms down and slowly opened my eyes, noticing that my wrists were set free. I looked at Balan intently and placed my hand on his cheek. He winked at me with bedroom eyes and wore a grin of satisfaction.

"That was an amazing performance", I claimed whilst smiling at his facial expression.

"I feel exactly the way you do", Balan concurred as we intertwined our hands and French kissed one more time.

We cleaned up the mess by licking my love juice on each other's torsos. He covered our naked forms with a blanket and pulled me into a snug and affectionate cuddle.

"Tonight's a wonderful night, isn't it?", I calmly said as I caressed Balan's dreadlocks.

"Indeed. It was a lot of fun sharing this magical experience with you", he serenely agreed whilst stroking my hair.

"Thank you for rocking my world", I expressed.

"And thank you for trusting me with all your heart and soul", he acknowledged.

"Goodnight, honey. I love you so much", I bade.

"I love you too, darling. May you have sweet and peaceful dreams", he bade in return.

With that, we shared another kiss and I moved my face closer to Balan's neck as he snapped his finger to turn off the lights. We closed our eyes, allowing the afterglow to put us to a gratifying slumber, hearing nothing but the soothing sound of our breathing. This was certainly a fantastic night that we would never ever forget.

End of Chapter 5

This chapter was inspired by stunning fan art created by whatchamarkallit, MelancholyBat, and Lime-o-Greens. Be sure to check them out on DeviantArt and Twitter.

I have to admit, as a writer whose other 3 fanfictions revolve around romance and sex, writing the love scene was quite a difficult task. I try my best to refine old ideas. While some may find it hot, some may think it's the same stuff over and over again. I validate the criticism and understand that I can't please everyone. At the end of the day, this is my way of storytelling and regardless of what others would say, I write for myself and I simply do it for fun.

Hope you all have a hot and lovely Valentine's/Balantine's Day. Tomorrow will be Singles Awareness Day, so let's celebrate the singles out there who are enjoying their own company and don't need to be in a relationship to feel complete.

Thanks for reading and feel free to share your thoughts on this story. Deuces!