Title: Tiny Dancer

World: AU

Rated: M (Mature)

Genre(s): Romance/Drama

Pair(s): Randy/Adam, Jeff/Phil, Mike/JoMo, etc.

Summary: Adam is a dancer with a secret. Randy is a widower with a four-year-old child. When they meet, will love blossom? Or will someone be heartbroken?

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. I also don't own the lyrics used.

Warning: Slash, Exotic Dancing, Stripping, Violence, Mpreg, Slight Dub-Con, etc.

Part: 6/? – Unwanted Memories

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"No. Please, no. You don't have to do this." Adam murmured furiously. The fear that he felt was evident in his emerald eyes. His heart hammered away in his chest. This had to be a dream. A horrible, horrible dream.

The man only smirked. Adam cursed himself as that smirk made the tension ease out of his muscles like his body was no more than butter over a flame. "Why so scared, Adam? You know that you want this."

Adam shook his head. "No, I don't. I don't want this at all."

The man frowned and leaned back on his haunches. "Then, tell me what you want."

Adam didn't realize he had squeezed his eyes closed until a smooth, warm hand started to caress his cheek. Slowly, his eyes fluttered and met icy blue eyes no more than a foot away. "What I want?" He asked uncertainly.

"What you want." The man clarified. "I love you, Adam. I always have."

Adam blinked slowly, as if he was unable to believe what he had heard. "You… you love me?"

"Of course I do, silly. You were my favorite dancer." And then, he leaned in rather close. He bit Adam's earlobe and pulled a bit, before he muttered, "You still are."

Adam's body trembled and he tried to obtain control of his heart and mind. "No. You don't love me. You love me because I'm a dancer. You love me because you can use my body."

"Oh, really?" The man chuckled darkly. All of a sudden, he had a fistful of Adam's blond hair and yanked his head back so far that he could feel the bones in his neck start to grind uncomfortably. "You think I would lie to you?"

Adam narrowed his eyes at the older blond and bravely declared, "I know you would."

It looked as if that was the last taunt that he would allow to come from the blond's insolent mouth. With a fury that Adam had seldom experienced, the older blond, with his hand still attached to Adam's hair, slammed their faces together in a brutal kiss that left Adam tasting blood. The blond moaned and writhed beneath him, pain flaring up and down his spine as the man's hand touched his abused entrance. For a fraction of a second, he wondered where the man had thrown his towel. But then, he felt the warm trickle of blood slick his entrance, and he started to panic.

When he flinched and tried to draw back, the man shoved two fingers into his already abused entrance and stretched them out. Newly formed scabs burst and when he drew the two digits out, they were tinged with Adam's blood. All of the color drained out of Adam's face, but he knew better than to comment. If he did, then he would be punished by Vince McMahon. After all, the customer is the number one priority in the club. If Adam defied the customer's wishes, then he could very well be fired. And he couldn't afford to lose his job at the moment.

The man didn't use any lube, not that he needed to. Adam was still well-stretched and lubed from his last encounter not an hour before. Slowly, the man rolled Adam over onto his stomach and re-tangled his fingers in Adam's silky blond hair. Adam let out a barely audible moan as his face was shoved into a pillow to muffle his screams. The other hand went around Adam's lithe wrists, and soon, the man straddled him from behind. Adam winced as he prepared for the entrance. Before it even started, he knew that this would hurt like hell.

And then, all at once, the man slid in and bottomed out. Adam screamed into the pillow, but it was muffled and barely any sound could be heard. Bracing Adam's wrists against the headboard, the man leaned in closer so that his stomach was pressed to Adam's back. He was merciless with his thrusts, finishing off within Adam and not caring if the blond finished as well. Adam, much to his shame, came seconds later. The blond slid out and slapped Adam's ass, before he tossed a twenty and a five dollar bill down beside the blond's body.

"Thanks for the good time, Adam." The man smirked, a dark shadow on his face as he redressed and made his way to the door. "Maybe I'll come back for an encore."

OOOO

Jeff traced a hand over Phil's bare, tattooed stomach. "Philly?"

Phil blinked slowly. He was barely awake, but he forced himself to turn and face his boyfriend. "What is it, Jeff?"

"Do you ever think about children?" Jeff asked softly. He continued to trace the numerous tattoos that decorated his boyfriend's skin. "A little black-haired, green-eyed beauty?"

Slowly, Phil rolled over and latched onto his boyfriend's side. The bigger man watched as Phil snaked his arms around him and rested his head on his chest. It was kind of cute how Phil was a closet cuddler. "I don't know. Why?"

"How can you not know what you think about?" Jeff asked sarcastically.

"What is this really about, Jeff?" Phil tilted his head back so that he could look Jeff in the eye.

Jeff didn't answer. He carefully slid out of Phil's arms and off of the bed. Phil huffed and buried his face into Jeff's pillow, inhaling his boyfriend's near-delectable scent. He really didn't want to have to climb out of the warmth of the bed, but he knew that he would have to follow his boyfriend, who know had started to walk out of the room and into the hall. The ravenette rolled out of the bed and followed him out. He found Jeff downstairs at Phil's kitchen table, and he already had some coffee on hand.

Neither said a word. Phil was captivated as he watched Jeff drink his coffee. It was like the man was built to be an exotic dancer. He was absolutely beautiful, but in a very manly way. If Jeff ever found out that Phil thought that he was beautiful, it would be the start of WWIII. But from the face-paint that he wore to the polish on his nails, he was walking, talking, sex personified. He made Phil melt every time that he saw him. And Phil wanted to make sure that Jeff knew that. But, obviously, there was something on Jeff's mind.

"What's the matter, Jeff?" Phil asked softly. He truly sounded concerned.

"Do you ever wonder what it would be like if we had children?" Jeff asked, out-of-the-blue. He had this detached look in his emerald eyes. "Because I do. I do a lot."

Phil looked at him oddly. "Guess I never really thought about having children before. But that doesn't mean that I don't want to have children. I just… I never…"

Jeff shook his head. "Don't worry about it. Forget I even mentioned it."

Phil frowned. "No. I won't do that. You're allowed to have your own opinion, you know."

"I just… I can't help but think about Adam and Brielle. He didn't know that that one night would lead to him having a baby. But it did, and he was still able to love her. I want to have a baby too. I always have." Jeff said.

It was true. Jeff had always wanted to have a baby. But he wasn't sure if Phil was ready for one, especially since they hadn't even come out to their friends as 'official'. However, in light of recent events with Adam and the situation with Mike and JoMo, Jeff knew that he didn't want to wait anymore. Phil was his entire world and he couldn't think of anyone better to be the 'mother' of his children. Phil was flawless in every way and he knew that any child that they had would be beautiful. He was sure of it.

Phil was almost comforted by the fact that this was all that was bothering Jeff. He had told the truth when he said that he had never actually thought about having a baby before. However, that didn't mean that he was totally adverse to the idea. In fact, he kind of liked the idea of having Jeff's baby. Maybe, instead of being a black-haired, green-eyed beauty, it would be a blond-haired, blue-eyed angel. It didn't really matter. Phil knew that he would love him or her, no matter what they looked like.

However, before he could say another word, Jeff's phone started to ring. The blond frowned and took it off of the table to look at the Caller ID. It was Adam. His heart started to beat erratically in his chest as he thought of all of the things that could have gone wrong. Quickly, he answered the call. He could hear Adam desperately trying not to sob on the other end of the line. He could hear Adam shift around, desperate not to reveal just how much pain he was in. It broke Jeff's heart.

"Jeffy?" Adam cried softly. "I need you to come and take me home. I'm a mess and I just want to take a shower."

"Adam, baby-boy… what happened? I swear, if one of those bastards hurt you, I will track them down and kill them. Do you understand, Adam?" Jeff asked darkly.

Adam was silent for a moment, before he confessed, "He didn't use a condom, Jeff."

Jeff's eyes narrowed evilly. "I'll kill him."

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A/N: Sorry this chapter is a little short, but I figured that it would be best to end on that note. So, who do you think that the mystery man is? I tried to leave as many hints as I could without coming out and saying it… Please Review!