Warnings: stripper!Neku, little bit more of lime?, horrible stripper name?, MATURE THEMES (reminds herself to look at the rating for this fic, rating might be up-ed!)

Author's Note: once again, let me know how my lime-abilities are. I'm still a bit awkward about writing these things, but I think I'm getting better

50. Breaking the Rules

When Neku got into university, he never thought he'd be one of those stereotypical students who couldn't afford to pay for it and would do odds and ends jobs. Even worse was the fact he could only get a job at WildKat, Shibuya's number one strip joint. As a dancer. At first Neku was quiet adverse to the whole dancing thing, he scowled the entire time and never got any farther than taking his shirt off. After almost a year of working three times a week, Neku was warming up to the job. He stopped depending on Mr. Hanekoma to provide outfits to wear and started bringing his own. He started putting on makeup, if only to emphasize particular facial features, and at one point he was convinced to wear high heels on stage.

When he wasn't dancing, he was waiting the tiny tables, delivering drinks and making small talk with the customers. He never accepted any advances and he made it a point to never give a lap dance, no matter how much the guy would tip him. As far as he was concerned, it was a job but he could keep his dignity as well if he damn well pleased.

He stopped spiking his hair, letting it fall around his face and neck, the bright auburn drawing attention to his creamy white skin. He wore darker colors and elaborately designed eyeliner, which only added to the almost inhuman appearance he exuded while at work.

So at the age of twenty, Neku was almost finished with university and his tips had grown to the point of where he could put at least a large bit of it into a secret account (read safe under the dorm bed) until a rainy day.

By this time, Neku's hair fell just below his collar bone, and if he let the girls curl it he appeared more androgynous than before . As much as he hated to admit it, Neku never filled out like the other guys he knew (i.e., fellow classmate Beat) , so he still had the long, somewhat gangly form from his teenage years and when you paired that up with his style of clothing in the club, his hair, makeup and all... the clueless ones were definitely clueless.

The weekend before his twenty-first birthday had Mr. Hanekoma calling him behind the bar and speaking to him privately. "Phones," Mr. Hanekoma liked to refer to the giant purple headphones Neku would wear as he walked into the club every shift. " This Saturday a business associate of mine is visiting WildKat. It will be his twenty-fourth birthday and I need someone I can trust to be serving him."

Neku flicked some bangs out of his eyes, the luminescent blue appeared to be staring right through him. "You do realize it's my birthday too?" He cocked a leather covered hip to the side and crossed his arms. "You want me to serve some dude on /my/ birthday ?" Then came the killer question. "What do I get out of this?"

Mr. Hanekoma faintly lamented the loss of the innocent university freshman that had first some to find a job. That boy would have never done anything like this. He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. There was only one thing he could offer that would make Neku agree. "The next four weeks you get paid vacation." He swore he could see the light in Neku's crazy eyes brighten. "But only if you do an exceptional job on serving my partner."

Neku flipped the hair over his shoulder slightly, peeking at the crowd around them. For a Friday night it was pretty dead . He took a glance at one of the new girls on stage, rolling his eyes at how off beat she was. "You let me leave early tonight and I'll be the perfect host tomorrow."

"Deal." Mr. Hanekoma tugged Neku back behind the bar when he went to leave. "No, we need to discuss your outfit."

"I can't just wear my leather pants can I?"

Mr. Hanekoma sighed. " Please dress your best."

Neku chuckled slightly, "A stripper dressing their best. The irony, Mr. H."

"You used to call yourself a dancer, when did this attitude show up?" Mr. Hanekoma didn't bother stopping Neku as he stepped out from behind the bar.

"When it made doing my job easier." He gave Mr. Hanekoma a quick salute and disappeared in the back room to change. He was going to need all the time in the world to be properly attired tomorrow. Neku snuck out the back and darted home, headphones slipping onto his ears and a tune that he knew by heart blaring loudly in his ears.

As on every Saturday, Mr. Hanekoma opened the doors to WildKat at seven in the evening. At seven thirty, his partner stepped in the doors. Yoshiya "Joshua" Kiryu was known for showing up promptly, and every time he was scheduled to visit Mr. Hanekoma would worry himself crazy. And usually the meetings occurred during the week, as Joshua was far too busy even during the weekends to show up at a strip club of all places.

Joshua was dress impeccably as always, in a suit and tie, his hair styled immaculately. He was the one person Mr. Hanekoma felt like insignificant next to. "Hello Sanae," his musical voice was heard over the faint sounds of bass heavy music on low volume. "Good to see you again."

"Happy Birthday, J," Mr. Hanekoma grinned, shaking his hand. He led Joshua over to an elevated table, close to where the dancers tended to focus in the middle of their dances. "I have a dancer assigned specifically to you, but he won't be in until after eight. I hope that doesn't disappoint you."

Joshua giggled, his purple eyes skirting over the design of the club. It reminded Mr. Hanekoma that Joshua hadn't been inside since the conversion of a cafe to a strip club. "No matter, Sanae. I'm sure I can entertain myself for a while." He motioned for Mr. Hanekoma to join him at the table so the two could catch up on times.

As Mr. Hanekoma started talking about the group of new dancers he hired a few weeks back when Neku stepped into the club. His hair was spiked, a first for him at the club in what Mr. Hanekoma would say was in months, and to Mr. Hanekoma's surprise he was in full dancer costume. He wore a black tank top, appeared to be embroidered with tiny red threads. A sleeveless trench coat flowed behind him as he stepped inside and made sure the door shut cleanly behind him. Detachable half sleeves fell partway down his hands and his pants danced around his legs more like a skirt or dress would. As he stepped towards Mr. Hanekoma and Joshua, it was apparent he was wearing platform boots as well.

"Mr. H," Neku greeted before turning those entrancing eyes on Joshua, both men appraising each other. At Mr. Hanekoma clearing his throat, Neku gave an exaggerated bow. "Sir," he nodded. "How may I serve you this evening, all your requests shall be filled my me, unless you prefer someone else."

Joshua nodded, a small smirk rising on his face. "I'm sure that won't be necessary." In response Neku's eyes flashed with anger. Mr. Hanekoma almost brought up their bargain, but Neku's tenseness disappeared with an almost imperceptible sigh . "Would you get me a drink? I'll have vodka with lemon please."

Neku nodded before making his way behind the bar. Mr. Hanekoma stood to assist him, but Joshua waved him back down. Neku brought out Joshua's drink, setting it on the table with barely a sound. Neku glanced towards the neon light clock near the roof and turned to his boss. "Where is everyone else, Mr. H?"

"Ah," Mr. Hanekoma stood and rubbed the back of his neck. "I forgot to tell the DJ and the others they were free to begin whenever. Our bouncer is probably wondering why I haven't permitted anyone to enter." Neku rolled his eyes as Mr. Hanekoma laughed and walked to the front doors.

The business partner offered Neku a smile, "Would you like to sit down?"

"To do so would make me a bad host, sir."

"Please, call me Joshua."

Neku ignored the comment. "Sir, just call for me if you need anything. I need to assist the new dancers in the back." He gave an abbreviated bow and sauntered away, hips swaying, adding a rippling effect in his pants. Neku noted that Joshua probably wished Neku wasn't wearing the trench, so he could get a good view of his ass. He slid into the changing room and was accosted by a few of the dancers.

When Mr. Hanekoma returned, followed by the crowd of customers of varying ages and the DJ, who was quick to man the turn tables and connect everything necessary to start mixing music. A few of the female dancers came out, bumping and grinding against polls as men swarmed the stage and practically fought over seats nearby.

"Sanae," Joshua appeared to be almost pouting, "what's the possibility of getting a lap dance?"

"Very high," Mr. Hanekoma stood beside Joshua so he wouldn't have to speak as loud to be heard. "Most of my dancers love giving lap dances."

"Most?" He appeared intrigued. "Who doesn't like giving lap dances?"

Mr. Hanekoma nervously glanced toward the back room, where Neku just emerged without his trench coat, subconsciously dancing slightly to the beat of the music as he walked to the bar, grabbed the tray with tube shots and began doing some rounds. "Phones tends to turn down requests for lap dances. The entire time he's been hired here, I've never seen him give one." If the volume on the music was lower, Mr. Hanekoma would have sworn he heard Joshua hum in thought.

Joshua took a drink of his vodka as Neku strolled past. The dancer showed him the shots available, "Would you like one, sir?"

He motioned for Neku to come closer, "What do you have?"

Neku began pointing to different ones, naming them off quickly, ranging from 'Astro Pop' to 'Leprechaun Poison' to 'Night Stalker' and 'Pineapple Blood'. Joshua declined and Neku bowed his head, picking up his tray and heading to the next table.

"Is he avoiding me?"

"Very possible, J."

Joshua crossed his arms, huffing slightly before taking another drink of his vodka. "Well, this is displeasing." Mr. Hanekoma sat back down in his seat, nervously glancing around. He usually stood behind the bar all night, so being surrounded by the strobe lights, speakers and half-naked strippers was a bit confusing. He didn't really know what to do with himself. "Why have you never brought Neku up to me before in conversation Sanae? He seems like he has quite the personality."

"Well," Mr. Hanekoma cringed. "I never thought you'd be interested in one of my employees."

Joshua raised an eyebrow as if amused, playing with his glass of vodka and lemon, shaking it slightly so the ice would tink against the surface. The flashing lights of red and blue kept adding different shades of purple to his complexion. "Shows how much you know Sanae." As Neku walked back to the bar with an empty tray, Joshua reached out and grabbed a hold of one of Neku's detachable sleeves. The younger almost shot Joshua a glare, shifting the hold on the tray to another hand.

"Can I help you, sir?"

Joshua grinned, a sight Mr. Hanekoma wasn't quite used to. "How much for a lap dance, dear?"

Neku's luminescent blue eyes narrowed. "Too much for you, /sir/." He pulled his arm out of Joshua's grip, pausing at Mr. Hanekoma's look. Another dancer working as a waitress calmly took the tray from Neku's hand as if nothing was wrong, earning a glare from her co-worker. "I'm sure the other dancers would be more than pleased to dance for you on your birthday, sir."

"But I want you to dance for me." Joshua appeared almost coy as he took a sip of his vodka, staring up at Neku from beneath long lashes.

Neku glanced away, trying to ignore the way his cheeks felt hot at the less than innocuous look Joshua was giving him. He fiddled with his bangs for a second before nodding, "Just this once." As a triumphant grin began to spread across Joshua's visage Neku added on, "You cannot touch me at all. The second you do I have the right to stop the dance and not speak to you the rest of the night. Agreed?"

Joshua didn't look happy about the stipulations but he agreed nonetheless. Neku listened through the throbbing base in the music for a beginning song. His hips began to sway, eyes sliding half-shut as the music seemed to direct Neku's movements. His hands rose to entangle in his hair, mouth opening slightly, giving him this sensual look that had Joshua's eyes narrowing predatorily.

The bass beat seemed to quicken slightly, so Neku's movements quickened, hands sliding down his own body, tracing his hips and down his thighs. He licked his lips and stepped closer to Joshua, close enough to touch but not feeling comfortable just yet. He began to sing along with the song, his voice breathy and almost a sigh. Finally he placed his hands on Joshua, starting at his shoulders before sliding them down Joshua's form. Once he got to Joshua's hips, his hands clawed down his front and scratched at his thighs.

Joshua's hissed slightly, bringing a small smirk to Neku's face as the dancer brought his hands back onto his own body, straddling the business partner pleased. His arms wrapped around Joshua's neck, and as Neku ground slightly into Joshua, trying to hold back his own pleased noises (he was enjoying this far more than he should), he leaned forward slightly and spoke into Joshua's ear, hot breath sending shivers down the twenty-four-year-old's spine.

"No touching," his voice was almost sing-song, and it brought a small smirk to Joshua's lips. Neku continued to move and rock along to the music, eyes sliding closed at how /nice/ it felt. Maybe this was why everyone was always so eager to do lap dances, not the money? His hands slid down Joshua's front again, stopping at his hips before sliding back up and over his arms. He panted for breath and when the hands rested on his hips, it was too late for him to realize those hands weren't his own.

The pianist fingers gripped into the flowy fabric of Neku's pants, yet was gentle enough for Neku to remain 'dancing', after another grind onto Joshua, the twenty-four year old pulled Neku down onto him. Neku gasped for breath, sitting directly on Joshua, now only able to rock back and forth. His head tilted back slightly, a pleased noise escaping his lips and he continued to rock onto Joshua.

Joshua leaned forward, lips brushing against the side of Neku's neck, delighting in the shiver he felt go through Neku. His mouth opened slightly, his tongue slipping out to taste Neku. The stripper's grip around his neck, and his legs practically around Joshua's waist tightened considerably. Neku hummed, still rocking and enjoying the movement so much.

"Dear," Joshua's voice was hazy, and Neku only gave a quick tightening of his grip to let Joshua know he heard him, "Let's move shall we?"

"Hmm?" Neku questioned , a squeak escaping him when he was pulled harder onto Joshua's hips, enjoying how forceful the businessman was being with him.

Joshua's tongue traced Neku's ear, the stripper flinching at the unexpected feeling before cooing slightly, Joshua kissing a spot behind the ear. "I'm not sure your boss expected this to be happening."

As if it was the key word, hearing the word 'boss' had Neku's eyes losing their glazed over appearance, and his rocking against Joshua stopped. He almost numbly stood, hands dropping to his sides and he stepped away from Joshua, trying to ignore the way all his body wanted to return to Joshua's lap with a vengeance.

The twenty-four year old scowled, as if realizing his mistake. He glanced over at his business partner and Neku's boss, almost smiling as he noticed how Mr. Hanekoma refused to even look one bit in their direction, as if expecting the show to continue. Others around them seemed almost disappointed the free soft-core live porn was finished abruptly.

The man stood, not bothering to adjust his messed shirt and pants, undoubtedly not effective at hiding his problem. He grabbed one of Neku's hands, the stripper's eyes back to glazed over and led him to the back room.

Half-dressed and nude- strippers immediately became modest, hiding behind one another and wondering why the gorgeous male was dragging their favorite Neku behind him. Joshua shot a look at the dancers before waving his hand. They stared at him curiously as he pulled Neku into one of the changing stalls. Neku finally came out of his dazed state when Joshua had him pinned against the stall door.

"When did we get back here?"

"Just now."

"Ah, okay," Neku sounded almost pleased that he hadn't missed out on anything.

Joshua pressed himself against Neku, cooing as Neku gasped and arched his back. "What do you make of the situation?"

Neku bit his bottom lip, his body trying to touch as much of Joshua as possible. His hands finally wrapped around the business partner's neck. "Very favorable, sir."

"Good to hear." Joshua's hands traced Neku's sides before resting once more on Neku's hips. "What shall I call you?"

"Hmm," Neku allowed a smile on his face, eyes twinkling. "You've molested me and gone against my rules and the rules of this club and you don't even know my name?" Neku laughed . "My stripper name is..." Neku's face scrunched up slightly as he admitted to the name, "Bunny SparkleSpank", which prompted a few giggles from Joshua, "but you can call me Neku."

"Well, Bunny," Neku's face rearranged itself into a scowl, "how would you like to continue?"

"Continue?" Neku shook his head. "Uh-nuh, dancers are not supposed to put on private shows for the customers, plus I doubt you tip that well to convince me."

"It's my birthday," Joshua pouted, sitting on the small bench provided in the stall (specifically for help with the crazy-high heels the dancers had to wear usually) and pulling Neku onto his lap once more. "Surely that has to earn me something, lovely Bunny."

Neku crossed his arms, eyes still twinkling. "What if I told you it's my birthday as well? Does that cancel yours out?"

Joshua tilted his head to the side, smug grin on his face. "That would just make this your birthday present as well."

"Oh, I'm a present now?"

"Missing the little bow, but yes."

"Is Mr. H aware I'm your present?"

"If he isn't he will be," Joshua seemed to get bored with the conversation and leaned forward, burying his face in Neku's neck and breathing in his scent. "I don't think I'm going to ever give you back."

"I'm not some toy that you can play with until you get bored, Joshua." Neku gripped Joshua's hair, tugging on it lightly to pull him away far enough that he could look into Joshua's eyes.

"Good," he purred, pressing his forehead against Neku's, staring into those makeup-ed eyes. "I think I might keep you forever, lovely Bunny."

Neku rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah." He turned his head away, peeking at him from the corner of his eyes. "Are you going to kiss me or no?"

Joshua's lips spread into a smile, "All you had to do was ask." He grabbed Neku's bottom lip between his own, nibbling on it lightly. Neku nipped at Joshua's top lip, a smile unmistakenable on his face as he drew Joshua's tongue into his lips and sucked. Joshua's arms tugged him closer, his hips rocking up into Neku's.

Groans came from both as they licked, sucked and nipped in their kisses, Neku's hands wandering under Joshua's button up shirt, and Joshua's hips rocking into his own as they moved to their own beat.

One of the business partner's hands slid to Neku's behind, squeezing it and coaxing another pleased noise from the stripper, the other working on removing articles of clothing from Neku's body. When Neku felt the cool air against his arms from his sleeve removal, he pulled his hands off Joshua long enough to strip himself of his tank top before clinging once more to him, whimpering at a particularly hard rock.

"I think," Neku's head was thrown back and eyes particularly wide as Joshua shoved his hand into the front of Neku's pants. He keened, hands flying to Joshua's shoulders to hold himself in place as Joshua deftly moved his hand. Joshua smirked, kissing the curve of Neku's shoulder as he worked him.

"What was that dear?"

A loud whine escaped Neku's lips. Neku's fingers were digging into his skin and Joshua delighted in the feeling, how else other than the noises was he supposed to know Neku was enjoying himself? He chuckled and let up on the frequency a bit. "Hmm?"

Neku spat a curse, trying to climb into Joshua's skin. "You need- ah, ha - some too."

"Oh quite right," Joshua's giggle was husky when he nuzzled Neku's neck again. "But I thought I'd give you your present first." He sped up his movements, pleased with how easy it was to coax Neku into arching his back, using the walls around them to their advantage, so he could kiss and lick Neku's collarbone and chest. Neku's legs wrapped completely around Joshua, tensing and flexing with every little rub Joshua gave him, and the little noises Neku made as he attempted to hold back the sounds were quite delightful too.

In fact, just this and this alone was enough of a birthday present for him. Joshua snuck a glance at the watch on his wrist. Oh he had plenty of time before Neku's birthday was over. He better make use of it.

FIN