A/N: XP you guys SUCK! I only got ONE measly review last chapter! If I don't get at least 5 reviews for this one, I wont continue! Okay, maybe if the ones I get are good enough, but still!
Listening to: Brain Stew by Green Day, Jizzed in my Pants by ?, All the Things She Said and Malchik gay by tatu.
Fifteen minutes later, Matt was getting antsy. He'd already polished off a beer, and was now working on a white Russian. He was severely doubting the smartness of Mello's plan—most of the people here looked like pedophiles, and he kept catching said pedophilic people casting looks in his direction. If he was Mello, sitting out here getting stared at, he'd stand up on his stool and yell something like 'You want some of this? Well too bad!' But, unfortunately, he wasn't Mello, and he was feeling too tipsy to stand on anything properly, much less this stupid stool he was sitting on. He had no idea where Near was. The boy knew to meet them there, didn't he? He couldn't remember whether or not Mello had given him the directions of where to go.
Suddenly the lights dimmed, and a scantily clad girl with obviously fake boobs and bleached hair strutted onto the stage. She gave a little shiver, making sure to shake all the appealing parts of her, mainly her chest.
"Brr!" She exclaimed in a high pitched, annoying voice. "It's cold in here tonight! What do you say we get things warmed up in here?"
A chorus of brash cheers erupted around Matt, and she giggled in what he supposed was intended to be an innocent manner.
"That's good for you, because I've got a treat for you tonight! We've got not one, but two new dancers for you tonight! And believe me, they are H.O.T.!"
There was another round of cheering, louder this time.
"What was that? You want to meet them?"
More cheering, even louder. Matt's ears began to ring. Music began to blast from speakers suspended from the ceiling, loud, repetitive, with an engaging bass-line.
"Well, your wish is my command! Let's bring 'em out here, shall we? First I'd like to introduce Mello, the Number One Aryan Beauty!"
Matt's gaze fixed onto the stage. Smoke poured onto it from offstage smoke machines, and from somewhere, Mello appeared, fixing the crowd with a penetrating stare, and wrapped in a satin cloth. The music pounded once, loudly, and right on cue, Mello dropped the fabric, and it slithered down his lithe body, and pooled on the floor at his feet. Matt couldn't take his eyes off of what he saw.
Mello was dressed (or rather, undressed,) head to toe in strappy leather bondage, complete with buckles, studs, and conveniently placed spikes…such as the two of them attached to his shiny, second-skin corset, sticking out from roughly where his nipples were. Tight buckled gloves stretched up from his wrists to his shoulders, concealing his wound, and a pair of handcuffs dangled from his wrist. He moved his other hand from behind his back to reveal a whip with a spiky thing on the end that would really hurt if you got hit by it…(in a good, masochistic way.) That combined with those weird short-things (that were more like a leather pair of briefs than anything) that Mello was wearing as…well, definitely not pants, but at least nothing was completely showing. But they left nothing to the imagination.
Through his half-drunk haze, Matt was suddenly very glad he had helped Mello with this plan. Very, VERY glad. His eyes followed the curved lines of Mello's fabulous, gorgeous, silky-smooth legs, and he wasn't sure if he was actually drooling over his best freaking friend, or if that was just a side effect.
Mello caught Matt's gaze, flashed him a naughty smile, cracked the whip seductively, and winked.
And Matt…JIZZED. IN. HIS PANTS.
XD
Well, at least, he felt like he should have. Instead, his face was turning bright, flamingo pink, and his hands were shaking as he downed a large gulp of alcohol.
Jesus fucking CHRIST, please let this night be over soon.
There was absolutely no way that whoever the second dancer was would ever be able to get even half the applause and wolf whistles that Mello was getting.
At least, that's what Matt thought. Granted, Mello was pretty fucking hot, but there was one thing that was hotter…
The fake-tits-blonde-hair chick seemed to have been momentarily caught off guard by Mello, and after realizing she had been staring (and nose-bleeding), she coughed awkwardly.
"Well, that's him, now, let's see…Dancer Number Two! Your own personal White Rabbit, here to lead you to a world of all your…wildest fantasies."
She waved her hand towards backstage, motioning someone to enter. Most everyone was quiet, creating a sortof suspenseful air.
And then…
…dressed only in an uber-short white plaid schoolgirl skirt, sparkly little nipple thingies, and a pair of fluffy bunny ears…
…was…
…Near.
Matt's head throbbed, and his vision swam. His head hit the table in front of him with a clunk. One thing was sure to him—he'd had way too much alcohol that night. Because he could've sworn the second dancer was Near.
Near, an exotic dancer.
Psh, as if.
He lifted his head up, and stared at the small childlike teen on the stage. Fluffy white hair…creepy eyes…albino pale…looks like a five year old…No way…could it be?
He looked back over at Mello, to see the blonde's mouth agape in shock. He stared disbelievingly at Near, one of his eyes twitching slightly. He pointed his finger at Near, waving it around for emphasis. He seemed at a loss for words, until
"FLUFFY NUTTERS?" He squeak-yelled. "What the bloody HELL are you doing here?"
Near mumbled something that sounded like 'they told me I'd get a train set' and looked away ashamedly, a light blush creeping across his face, adding to his cute-and-innocent look. Mello grabbed his frail shoulders and shook him back and forth vigorously.
"HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO TAKE TRAIN SETS FROM STRANGERS?"
Near was about to reply when the Announcer Slut put one hand on either of their chests and forced them apart with more force than Matt would have thought was possible. Near almost toppled over backwards from the shove.
"Break it up, Lover Boys! Now get to dancing!" she clapped and obnoxiously loud music blasted from hidden speakers. Mello smirked when he heard it.
"They played my song after all." He muttered to himself, then with one hand, took hold of the metal pole that had descended from the ceiling. He snaked the other hand around Near's bare waist, and whispered huskily in his ear "Let me show you how it's done."
With that, he began to dance.
Slow at first, going along with the electronic beginning of the song. He rolled his hips against the pole, until, with one loud, sudden bass note, the song picked up and became a dark, entrancing techno song. At the note, Mello, with one leg wrapped around the pole shot his other leg out straight, and let his head fall back. A steady beat began, and Mello twirled in sync to the beat.
Matt watched in some sort of sick, twisted fascination as Mello's body twisted and undulated, writhing provocatively around the pole. Strangely enough, Near was watching too, his eyes wide and unblinking. He bit his lip gently in concentration, and somehow, even through his drunken haze, Matt could almost see the little gears turning in Near's fluffy head. He was memorizing every one of Mello's movements.
Matt couldn't wait to see Near's dance.
Gah! I'm sorry! This chapter was probably the worst one yet, but the whole friking time I was writing it, I was getting yelled at to get off the computer. It's kinda hard to concentrate and write good crack when people are YELLING at you! oh, and then Microsoft word started f*cking up all my text and making it indent in weird places and crap. ugh. Reviews, please? They might make my headache go away…
Anyway, this chapter IS NOT FINISHED YET. I just really wanted to post, but when I finish it, I'll re upload the complete version.
And yes, I absolutely HAD to have Near be in a bunny schoolgirl outfit. I HAD TO.
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