Dirty Vegas Chapter 3: Dirty Vegas: Part Two, a kingdom hearts fanfic

Omigosh, I live! I'm so sorry this took forever, but life, finals, and lack of inspiration got in the way. But here it is! The second part of Chapter 1 (Wow, I've made SO much progress, yeah?)

This part was a chore to get through. Writer's block really took it's toll here and I hope it's not too terrible. I was contemplating not posting this until I had a random burst of inspiration, but who knows when that could be? So here it is in all it's crappy glory, but hopefully you can get through it without too many scars on your eyes, haha. Love you all!

Please review so I can get better! Thanks, pretties!

Dirty Vegas (Part II)

From the way his lapdance had played out, it was obvious that Dirty Vegas was going to need a little persuasion before Riku could get what he wanted from him. Riku was spoiled, and he had no problem admitting it. He was used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted it. And now that the tradition was being tampered with, he was not a happy camper.

And that's why he was now silent and contemplative as his friends carried on lewd conversations in boisterous, drunken tones. The silver-haired man was thinking of every way he could possibly get the brown-haired sex kitten alone. The only struggle in his half-formed ploys and cheap tricks was the problem of persuasion. Riku had always been led to believe that money could buy him anything. Obviously that wasn't the case in his current situation.

And this frustrated him. Immensely. That is, until the music started up again and his attentions were once again captured by the creatures of the night on the stage.

The way the masked brunette strutted out onto the stage in time with the beat of the music, his hips swerving, made the performance twice as dramatic and the performer twice as seductive. He had one arm bent over his shoulder, hand gripping a leather leash that was attached to a studded collar around a blonde boy's neck, whose face was also masked. Riku assumed him to be Sultry Dusk. He wore black wings like Vegas's and his hands seemed to be bound behind him.

Still matching the throbbing bass perfectly, Vegas yanked the leash and brought the blonde to face the crowd. He then pushed him to his knees.

Everybody wants me to be their angel
Everybody wants something they can cradle

Vegas slipped around him as easily as a shadow, gifting the blonde with caresses and sensually violent pushes and tugs on the leash. Riku took a side glance at Axel to see that he was equally enthralled. His eyes, however, were more than likely on Dusk, finding whatever "edge" he was looking for in the blonde as Vegas stripped him of his scant shirt.

They don't know I burn
They don't know I burn
They don't know I burn

With each extension of a note, Vegas made a crescent circuit with his hips as he bent at his knees, hands gripping the inside of his thighs. Behind him, Dusk was twisting himself around the pole, his legs doing most of the work, and achieving spectacular feats that seemed impossible to accomplish with his hands bound.

Maybe there's a devil (or something like it) inside
Maybe there's a devil (or something like it) inside of me
Devil (or something like it) inside
Maybe there's a devil somewhere really deep inside me
Devil inside of me
Jealous angel deep inside me

As the music changed up again to its initial tempo, Dusk was up from his seat and out of his bonds. He instantly turned the tables on Dirty Vegas by pushing him to the ground with theatrical finesse.

You don't know cuz you're too busy reading labels
You're missing all the action underneath my table

His movements were similar to Vegas's, though Dusk seemed to posses a certain raw, sexual sharpness that invariably complimented Vegas's soft, sensual tempting. If Dirty Vegas was the sleek shine of a blade, then Sultry Dusk was the razor edge; if Vegas was the razor edge, then Dusk was the rush born from the blade's slash.

I'm waiting for my turn
Waiting for my turn
Just waiting for my turn
Just waiting for my turn

The blonde circled about the brunette, his body seeming to control the music. With each beat and note, his hips swerved, his hands glided through air and over skin; it was as if watching a puppeteer control an invisible, but audible puppet with his entirety.

Vegas was up once again and turned to face the blonde. They strutted to opposite sides of the stage, shedding their wings as they went. In time, they rotated on their ends of the stage and faced one another again. Dollar bills were being stuffed into their black boots by the obviously pleased crowd as they stood still, waiting for the music to cue their next move.

Time to make it burn
This is how I burn

The pair met center stage; eyes boring into each other's as they slowly circled each other like two predators, instigating a challenge. The crowd's breath seemed suspended with the music, eagerly awaiting the finale.

They spun around each other, viciously stripping one another of their remaining clothing and making deceptively furious grabs at each other, pantomiming a battle for dominance. Their aggressive theatrics and fierce shedding of garments definitely appealed to the sado-maso crowd as cheers and catcalls erupted from the crowd, egging them on.

Jealous angel deep inside me

With a magnificent finish, Vegas pinned Dusk to the floor as the music ended, fingers knotted in his hair and their faces centimeters apart, leaving their audience's libidos at the bursting point as they roared their approval.

"I think they liked us," Vegas murmured with a smirk, his breathing slightly heavier and his skin sparkling with sweat. Dusk snickered softly and raised an eyebrow.

"Do you think they liked us enough that we can get Madame Hui's tonight?" Dusk asked as money began to litter the stage. Vegas grinned mischievously and without warning, brought his lips to the blonde's, initiating a long, sensuous kiss. The reception was extraordinary. The walls shook with the whoops and whistles from their audience and money was thrown at them in droves. Dirty Vegas pulled his mouth from his best friend's and winked at his faintly surprised face.

"Yeah, I think we can afford it tonight." Dusk grinned and allowed himself to be helped up by the brunette. They took their bows and collected their earnings for the night and sauntered offstage with smiles on their faces that did not quite reach their eyes.

It went without saying that Riku was floored. He had been to many a strip joint in the past, all high-class and worked by very pleasurable entertainment, but that one boy….

Dirty Vegas they called him. The name alone sent tremors throughout his body. It promised a seductively raunchy kind of sexuality teased with chance. Just like in Las Vegas, if you played your cards right, you just might get lucky.

When he had danced, he had had such a hold on that entire room that if he had demanded anything of anyone in that room, it would've been his without question. The way he commanded the stage and moved his fine little body oh so deliciously was enough to bring the most celibate man to his knees.

As the lights came on signaling closing time, Riku rose from his seat, telling his companions that he was seeking one last drink and made a beeline for a stern looking man in the corner; he had been there for the duration of both Dirty Vegas's and Sultry Dusk's performances. Riku could tell by his watchful gunmetal grey eyes that this was the manager. He was tall, muscular and had a harsh no-nonsense look about him. These facts withstanding, Riku was not the least bit intimidated by the man. Okay, maybe just a little, but not enough to stop him from getting what he wanted.

Riku cleared his throat and before he could even open his mouth, the older man spoke first.

"I don't sell out any of my girls." He said shortly, a strong sense of finality in his voice. It sounded as if he had delivered this line many a time in the past. Riku merely smirked.

"What about your boys?" he inquired with a cocked eyebrow. The long-haired man's face hardened even further.

"Especially not my boys," he growled. Riku gave a chuckle and nodded. Obviously he knew exactly which boy he was talking about, and it seemed that Vegas was something to protect. It made him that much more desirable. Before he could respond, Riku's phone began to vibrate in his pocket. He flipped it open and read through the text message he had just received. It was from Axel, ever so politely demanding that he hurry his ass up or he was going to have to hitch home. The silver-haired man rolled his eyes and quickly tapped back a reply, assuring him that he was on his way. Sticking his phone back into his pocket, he once again met the stony eyes of the manager. His gaze clearly said that the conversation was over…or else. Riku smiled, unfazed, and tipped him a snarky salute.

"Whatever you say, Chief," Riku chirped before slipping back into the rambunctious, exit-bound crowd.

"Holy shit, Sor," Roxas said through a mouthful of pork-fried rice, "We've got enough to pay for Madame Hui's for like, three weeks!" The two were seated in Sora's dressing room on the ragtag sofa that sat adjacent to the vanity. The digital clock glared 2:30 a.m. as they shoveled delivered the ever-coveted (and ever-expensive) Madame Hui's Chinese food into their mouths. Sora made a face through his chicken and broccoli and swallowed hard before speaking, his eyes slightly watering.

"Hell no!" he exclaimed, though admittedly, reluctantly, "Most of this is going to this month's rent, groceries, and hopefully Mimi's vet bill." Sora's face turned genuinely worried as he thought of the small tabby that had followed him home one evening. "She ate a Skittle the other day and now I'm afraid she might die…" The brunette chewed nervously on the end of a chopstick as Roxas rolled his eyes.

Those weren't the only expenses that were nagging at his brain. He had managed to conceal it, but Sora had become twitchy and antsy in the past few hours. His high was reaching its end and he would soon need another hit, and this time he was looking for something heavier. Unfortunately, that would cost money. Money that he didn't have what with his overriding expenses.

"Well, maybe we can convince Leon to spot us a meal or two," Roxas suggested with a hopeful note in his voice as the door opened.

"So you two can resemble a bowling ball? Don't think so, Blondie."

Leaning against the door frame was a tall, muscular figure with long chocolate hair, and storm tinged eyes. His features were sharp and hard, but his eyes held a certain tenderness as he beheld the pair in the room.

"And what do you mean by that?" Roxas demanded with mock indignation. The tall brunette stepped into the room with a chuckle and shook his head.

"Why don't the both of you think about that the next time you're inhaling your next egg roll?" he suggested in a teasing tone. Roxas made a face and heaved a pair of jeans in his general direction. Sora pretended to be offended.

"How dare he suggest that I overeat!" Sora exclaimed, throwing down his chopsticks and standing up with a theatrical air. "Makes me so mad I could just…grr, pass me the lo mein!" he quickly demanded with a rapid snapping of his fingers at Roxas, looking away, eyes closed and pinching the bridge of his nose as if in painful disbelief.

"What a ham," Roxas muttered with a roll of his eyes and rising from the small couch, "You really should've been an actor." He smiled as the brunette dropped his act. He patted Sora's cheek before pulling him into an embrace. "Time for me to go, I've got work in about, oh, four hours." After quickly gathering his portion of their meal, Roxas gave Leon, who was much taller than him, a quick one-armed hug around the waist and was out the door with a wink and a "Catch ya later!"

"You watch yourself!" Leon called down the hall, "More and more inquiries are being made as to your 'private availability' each night." Leon finished in a lower voice to Sora.

Sora giggled and began to pack up his own things, longing to collapse on his bed and sleep until the world ended. He stifled a yawn and turned to look at Leon, sensing his moving across the room.

"What a night…" Leon sighed tiredly as he shuffled further into the room and settled on the couch, his eyes closing. Sora grinned and plopped down beside him, curling his tan legs up beneath his oversized Grumpy T-shirt. He placed his chin gently on the older man's shoulder and smiled a little. He liked being near Leon. He was someone familiar who made him feel safe. Strong, warm and protective, he was the complete converse of the proverbial strip club owner. He actually cared for the well-being of the people that he employed, and not because they were his source of income. They were his family.

"Where's Cloud?" Sora asked curiously, surprised that the humorous blonde wasn't tagging along behind Leon like he usually did. Cloud, their DJ (Cloud 9), was obviously and unashamedly in love with Leon. Sora knew it, Leon knew it, everyone knew it. Sora believed that they would be perfect together, and so did everyone else. Except Leon.

Leon's tired expression seemed to subtly shift into worn out annoyance and regret at Sora's words, "I don't know, around I guess..." he muttered dryly, his eyes remaining shut. Sora bit his lip, but did not press the matter. Sora figured the he and Cloud had probably had another fight. The way Leon constantly spurned the blonde's affections were getting more frequent and slightly harsher as Cloud refused to let him go without a "proper" answer as to why Leon didn't even want to give him a chance. Apparently "It'd be too difficult for the both of us" didn't fall under that definition.

But Sora supposed he had to sympathize. In this place, many things seemed to be difficult on in its inhabitants; unseen things. And many things didn't fall under its proper definition. Sora felt his hand twitch spasmodically and frowned, clenching it with his other hand. His body ached for the one thing that continuously brought him happiness. Happiness.

No...nothing ever fell under its proper definition.

When the murderous-looking manager had completely disappeared from sight, Riku made his move. He had been lingering at the bar, texting Axel and persuading him to wait although the rest of their group had gone their separate ways. Rotating slightly on his barstool, Riku's eyes fell onto a figure not too far from him.

"Hey, you," Riku called to a waitress who was idly chatting with the bartender, snapping his fingers at her as if he were summoning a dog. She sauntered over and tilted her head to the side, hands on her hips.

"Shift's over, buddy, what do you want?" she asked without much patience. She looked tired, hot, and generally fed up. Riku smirked and pulled a crisp hundred dollar bill from his pocket and waved it in front of her. That seemed to give her a fair amount of patience.

"I'll give you this if you give me the dirt on Dirty Vegas," he said, his voice businesslike, but haughtily superior. He tried not to laugh as the girl's entranced eyes followed the greenback's slow progress through the air as he spoke. She tore her eyes away from the paper money and locked her gaze with his.

"What is it that you want to know?"

Okay, so this was zetta crappy as I noted before, and once again I am terribly sorry. Cloud's and Leon's characters are a bit vague in this chapter only because I don't want to elaborate on them until later. To do so now would be too much, too soon. And I think this'll be the last songficcy chapter. Sure I'll slip in a lyric or two in certain part of chapters because I am immensely inspired by music and listen to it while I write, but it won't be full blown lyrics.

So in the next chapter we're going to find out what it is Riku wants to know and some other stuff that will hopefully get this fic really rolling. I promise to try my hardest in making the next chapter better than this one. Got questions regarding this chapter? Let me know, and I'll see what I can clarify and whether or not they'll be answered sooner or later.

Thanks for putting up with the blahness of this chappie and your patience with my slow updates. I truly love you guys, thank you so much for your support and reviews.

Song(s) Featured in This Chapter

Act One, Scene One - The Fall of Troy...(Part I)

Devil Inside - Utada Hikaru...(Part II)