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: 9/? – A New Client

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"John? Finally, someone actually arrives to work on time!" Vince exclaimed. The silver-haired club owner was about to have a heart attack from sheer stress because it was almost time to open the club and no dancers had arrived.

"Where is everyone else?" John asked. He took off his shades and hooked them into the pocket of his fur jacket. "And I thought I was running late. The shift starts in fifteen minutes!"

Vince shook his head. "You think that I don't know that? Seriously, two bouncers are shot and suddenly it's the end of the world. Not that I'm not extremely sorry about their condition and wish them the best, but I have a business to run."

"Understandable." John nodded. It was kind of sad that no-one ever looked at the club from Vince's point of view. It was his entire life. However, all it would take was one day of bad business for the funds to capsize.

"I mean, Brock totally tore into Tyson. I told him to take the day off, 'cause I think he may need stitches after that one. And then there was Cody, who mysteriously fell down some stairs and shattered his knee." Vince said.

"I always believed that Cody was a little clumsy." John offered nonchalantly.

"Yeah, I'll admit to that. And a bit overconfident too. But to fall down fifteen stairs for no reason at all?" Vince asked.

"That is a little bit unusual." John said.

"It's a little bit more than unusual." Vince said. "Seriously, John. You, Jeff, and Adam are all that I have left. I can't offer you much. But there will be a fat bonus in your check if you can somehow pull this off."

"Seems fair." John sniffed. "Just one question."

Vince nodded. "Ask away."

"Where are Jeff 'n Adam?" John asked slowly. All of the color drained out of Vince's face as he was reminded of the fact that John was, in fact, the only dancer who had showed up for work that day.

"Seriously, one would think that I'm working with a bunch of pre-school children. Is it that difficult to show up to work?" Vince frowned. "You – get changed and ready for your shift. I'll call them and tell them to get their asses in gear."

John didn't say a word. It really wasn't worth it. Vince's mind was already elsewhere as he dialed the number to the house that Jeff shared with his boyfriend, Phil. Really, there was no use in denying it like he did. He never left the club with anyone else and continuously turned down offers to make more money in the extra shift. He didn't even notice when John left his office in order to make himself ready for his own shift. He had one hand on his belly as he wondered just how many monsters would show their faces under the cover of darkness…

Vince didn't mince words as he ordered Jeff to haul his pretty-boy ass into work or he could kiss his job bye-bye. Jeff didn't hesitate. He swore that he would be into work in less than ten minutes. As for Adam, well, the two had a heated argument on the other end of the line that Vince didn't think that he was supposed to overhear. Finally, Jeff relented and said that Adam would be there as well. Vince ended the call before another word could be said. He ran a hand over his face and huffed exasperatedly. He was too old for this.

Suddenly, he felt a little hand touch his knee. He swiveled his chair to the side and looked down at the little child who stared at him with her heartbreakingly green eyes. Fluffy blond curls sat idly on her shoulders, with two big, almost gaudy black velvet ribbons to hold them in place. Absolutely adorable, she was the ideal mixture of both of her fathers. Also, she was too young to understand exactly what had become of them. All Vince had told her was that they had several booboos that only the doctors in the hospital could fix. Thankfully, she had believed him.

"Uncle Vince?" Lilly asked him sweetly. He had a book in her hands that looked much too big for her small body. "Would you read me a story, Uncle Vince?"

"Sure, sweetheart." Carefully, Vince lifted the child into his lap and brushed the blond hair out from in front of her face. "What do we have here? Green Eggs and Ham. An excellent selection."

"I like Sam." Lilly announced.

Vince smiled and kissed the crown of her head, watching as she snuggled down on his lap and rest her head on his chest. She deserved a better caretaker. "I like Sam, too."

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"I don't want you to work the extra shift today, Adam. You're already hurt and who knows what kind of sick, twisted bastards will want to use your body today." Jeff said.

Adam narrowed his eyes at his friend. He felt like he was coming down with a cold and the last thing that he needed was a lecture from the rainbow-haired enigma. "What are you, my mother?"

Jeff raised one pierced eyebrow. Often, it seemed like there wasn't an inch of that man what wasn't pierced. "Excuse me? Where the hell did that come from?"

"I can take care of myself. I don't need your shit." Adam hissed viciously.

Jeff's eyes widened and a flash of pain could be seen in the emerald depths. "I watch out for you for five years and -,"

Adam shook his head. His blond locks fanned out around his face. "Hey, I never asked you to watch out for me! I'm almost thirty-five, Jeff. I don't need a babysitter!"

On the inside, Adam was screaming at himself. Where the hell was all of this rage coming from? He knew for a fact that he wasn't mad at Jeff. All Jeff had ever done was try and make his life a little bit easier. He had held off all of the men that had wanted a shot at Adam after he found out about Brielle, had literally beaten a man until he was blue in the face when he made a lewd comment about Adam's outfit, and had been a wonderful uncle to Adam's baby. And what had Adam offered him in return? Cold indifference.

When Adam finally snapped out of his reverie, he saw that Jeff was violently stuffing his clothes into his duffel bag. He mumbled something about finding another locker room, and in another instant, he had vanished. Adam felt like a hole had been drilled into his heart. What the hell had he just done? Slowly, he turned around to face John, who also wore a stunned look. He shook it off and continued to slide into his tear-off leather pants. If Adam wasn't seeing things, they looked to be a little tight around the hip and lower stomach area…

"Remind me to never tick you off." John said sarcastically. "I mean, really. Jeff may seem a bit controlling, but sometimes, we need to be controlled. What would you have done if he hadn't been there for you and Brielle?"

Adam looked down at his hands. He felt ashamed of himself. "I honestly don't know."

"You should talk this out with him. It's foolish to let such a great friendship get thrown to the wolves over something as stupid as a few thousand dollars." John said honestly.

Adam nodded hesitantly. "You're right, John. I'll make sure that I talk to him after the show."

The show went off without a hitch. Luckily, there were no more attacks. A few bar brawls, but that was to be expected. After all, a bunch of drunk men in such a confined space could only play nice for so long. Adam's dancing was a little less enthusiastic, but as long as he walked across the stage in virtually no clothes, it didn't really matter to the patrons. A violent wave of nausea came over him as the spotlights burned into his eyes and he swayed a bit on his feet, almost losing his balance. But he caught himself before anyone could notice and continued.

The blond couldn't help but smile when he saw that Randy was, once again, in the audience. He wasn't there with Mike and Phil, which kind of shocked Adam. Randy didn't strike him as the kind of man who would come to this kind of establishment on his own. From the house that he lived in, he looked like he led a cookie-cutter lifestyle. A model-type wife, a beautiful little girl, and another child on the way… it was the kind of life that Adam had often dreamed of. Sadly, that was a reality that was out of reach for the blond.

After the show was over, Adam didn't keep his promise to JoMo. In fact, tracking down Jeff was the last thing on his mind. He raced out after Randy, dressed only in a pair of loose jeans that hung a little low on his waist. Belatedly, he realized that the stage hand had handed him Jeff's jeans instead of his own. While Adam weighed a little bit more than Jeff did, Jeff had a larger waist. Adam shoved his feet into some tennis shoes as he ran to catch up with Randy, who was walking toward his car.

"Hey, Randy! Wait a second!" Adam called after the tanned man.

"What is it?" Randy asked, before he turned around and saw Adam. "Oh, hey Adam. What do you need?"

Adam, breathless, stopped a few feet away from the brunette. "I just wanted to thank you for patching me up the other day. You didn't have to do that."

"What should I have done? Let you bleed all over the place?" Randy chuckled. "It really wasn't a problem. Don't worry about it." And then, he noticed the time. "Do you need a ride home?"

Adam nodded. "But, don't you have to get home to Alannah?"

Randy was impressed that Adam had remembered her name. "Yeah, but she won't be awake for another hour or so. Go grab your stuff and I'll give you a ride home."

Adam smiled. It was vibrant and it made Randy's heart melt. "Okay."

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"Ouch! That fucking hurts. Let go of me you bastard!" Jeff hissed. His kicked out brutally, but was unable to defend himself as his wrists were handcuffed behind his back and attached to one of the metal bed posts.

"Just shut that pretty mouth of yours. I can think of a much better use for it." The man smirked darkly. "You'll enjoy this. Now, suck, bitch."

Three fingers were forcibly shoved into Jeff's mouth, while the man's other hand trailed down his body and tore his shirt off, followed by his pants and his boxers. Now, he sat there, totally naked and exposed. The man's smirk never faltered as he spread Jeff's legs apart and forced the first finger into Jeff's virgin hole. Jeff forced his eyes closed and tried not to think about what was happening. This wasn't happening. This wasn't happening. Maybe, if he told himself that enough, it would finally make it true…

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A/N: Poor Jeffy! We find out the identity of Adam's other attacker in the next chapter, as well as updates as to Mark and Hunter's respective conditions. Hopefully, someone will find Jeff before the man does some serious damage… find out in the next chapter! Until then, please review!