Dark Dancing

A/N: This is totally AU. Kio's a stripper, has extra piercings, and a teddy bear. And he's a bit slutty. So, can't handle that, you are NOT gonna like this fic. Alright.




It was darker than usual that night, the lights of the small club turned down low. Kio looked around slowly, then shrugged, stopping by the bar to get a serving tray. He was told which tables would be his responsibility, and informed that most of them had already ordered drinks, which he was presented with. Tossing a quick thank you over his shoulder, Kio began his evening. He paused at every one of his tables, smiling and flirting as he distributed drinks and took orders. Everything progressed as normal, until he got to the last table in his line. He was out of drinks, and as far as he knew, the calm-looking man at the table had ordered nothing. Kio approached the table, holding his tray up over his chest. The man's calm expression didn't change as his eyes raked over Kio's body. Blushing, Kio looked down at himself. Clearing his throat, he looked back up at the man. "Evening, sir. Did you need anything?"

The man looked at Kio for another moment, then smirked. "You do lap dances, don't you? How much for that?"

Kio blushed even deeper at the questions, licking his lips before answering. "Um, forty dollars."

He stared as the stranger fished around in his pocket, coming up with two twenty dollar bills held between two fingers. Kio smiled and took the cash, laying his tray down on the table, putting the money in the waistband of his pants. He motioned for the stranger to move his chair back a little. Instead, the man stood up, picking up the chair and moving it into a nearby corner. Kio followed, noting that it was even darker than the rest of the large room. The stranger sat down in the chair, resting his hands on the arms. Kio, who was standing a few feet away, closed his eyes, listening to the low music he could hear, breathing deep and slow. He began swaying his hips gently, in time with the music. His hands smoothed his shirt down, pulling the material tight, then dropped lower, pushing the shirt up to stroke his flat belly. He continued to stroke and pet himself, dancing closer and closer to the stranger, almost in his own world. When he was close enough, Kio turned around, presenting his back to the stranger. He continued his dance, making small noises under his breath as he touched his own body. Suddenly, he felt a warm hand upon his back, shocking him out of his relaxed, unaware state. He turned his head, looking at the man over his shoulder, not stopping the gentle sway of his hips. Another dark blush covered his cheeks. The blond felt a gentle touch to his hip, and looked down at the hand now resting there. Kio swayed his hips experimentally, watching as the hand swayed with him. It tightened against his flesh, pulling him backwards, toward its owner. He stumbled a bit, then sank down as the hand pulled him onto the stranger's lap.


Kio moaned quietly, the noise barely audible over the club's music, lolling his head backward, onto the man's shoulder. The hand on his hip slid upward, sneaking under his shirt and stroking his side. It moved to his stomach, ghosting a touch over the piercing at his navel, fondling it gently. The man's other hand was on his chest, rubbing idle circles around his left nipple, touching the hoop there. Kio's hands, resting on his thighs, were curled into tense fists, bunching up the material of his pants. He squirmed in the stranger's hold, halfheartedly trying to evade the warm, arousing touches, knowing that the two of them could be discovered at any time. He dropped his head forward to better watch the stranger's hands, entranced by their constant movement.


Kio felt a soft kiss on the nape of his neck, felt breath stirring the small hairs there. A shiver ran through him, raising goose bumps. The hands paused. "Cold?" The stranger asked him, a hint of teasing in his voice, as if he already knew the answer.

"No," Kio replied breathlessly, shifting again. The hands resumed, the hand on his chest now under his shirt, stroking and teasing, bringing flushes of heat to Kio's sensitive skin. One of the hands dropped down, between his thighs, palming his arousal through his loose pants. Another moan dragged its way out of Kio's throat, louder than the first, as his hips bucked up into the man's hand. The man shifted Kio on his lap, pulling him back a bit. He felt the man's own arousal pressing into him, the feeling making him whimper, turning his head to the side. The stranger dipped his head, gently biting the blond's neck, then beginning to suck up a small bruise. His hand continued its work in his lap, slipping down the waistband of his pants, grasping Kio's length gently and giving a soft squeeze.


Kio's head tipped back as he gave a low cry, shuddering in the man's lap. Suddenly, he was pushed into a standing position, one hand bracing him for a moment. He heard the sounds of pants being undone, but he never turned to check. Kio's own pants were pushed past his hips, to his thighs. The stranger made a surprised "Hm," when it was revealed that Kio wore no underwear. He was turned to face the man and pulled back into his lap , whimpering shamelessly as need gripped his body. His legs were pulled over the arms of the chair, one of the stranger's hands bracing his back and holding him up. In a matter of seconds, the man had the tip of his arousal poised at Kio's entrance. "Ready?" he asked Kio. A quick nod was all Kio could manage, preoccupied with the hard warmth pressed against him. In a series of short thrusts, the stranger buried himself within Kio, wringing several pleasured cries from him. He held Kio still for a moment, forcing the blond to breathe and adjust. The man gripped Kio's hips, controlling the way he moved, alternating his rhythm just enough to explode the remaining brain cells in his pretty blond head, and pull more desperate cries from him. As Kio grew closer to climax, his cries became louder, soon heard clearly over the music of the club. At that point, the man's grip tightened, stopping the next rise of Kio's hips.

Kio let out a disappointed moan, bucking against the restricting hands. The man continued to hold him still, whispering in his ear. "Beg me." Kio said nothing for a moment. The man snaked a hand up Kio's chest, catching on the piercing in his left nipple. The touch broke Kio's control completely, and he began to beg with a whimper. "Please don't stop, oh, please, let me move, god, I need it, don't stop." The second he was released, he began to move, rising and falling quicker than ever. He put his hands on the man's shoulders, both for balance and leverage. The stranger took one hands from Kio's hip, bringing it to wrap tightly around Kio's length. That single touch was all Kio needed, throwing his head back with a wild cry, hands tightening on his lover's shoulders as his climax claimed him. He barely registered his lover reaching his own climax, releasing his hot seed deep into Kio's trembling body.

Kio woke up with a low, shaky moan, blearily opening his eyes and looking around the room. He held one hand in front of his face, watching it shake slightly. He took a deep breath, propping himself up on some pillows and looking down the line of his body. He grinned in the darkness, reaching a hand down to pull the sheets away from his erection, glad that for once, he had slept naked. Biting his lip, Kio looked over at the door, slightly ajar. He decided to ignore it, too aroused already to stand and close it. Skating a fingertip up the underside of his length, Kio let his head fall back against the pillow. He took himself in hand for a firm, long stroke, mouth falling open wider as his other hand scrabbled along the bed, encountering his teddy bear. He lifted it carefully up to his mouth, pressing its back against his lips. His strokes took on a shaky rhythm, making his toes curl against the bed, cheeks burning with a deep blush. He squeezed his eyes closed, his moans and whimpers muffled by the soft body of the stuffed toy. His strokes grew erratic, stomach tense with pleasure as a shiver ran down his spine. Kio could feel his release building, drawing closer. The bear fell from his fingers and was forgotten, his cries now spilling into the open air. A few more strokes, and Kio's back arched, a small scream tearing from his throat as his seed coated his hand. He dropped, exhausted, to the bed, feeling his body return to normal. Standing, Kio headed into the bathroom, washing his hands at the sink and catching his reflection in the mirror. His cheeks still retained light hints of pink, making Kio smile and shake his head. He returned to his room, curling up in bed to stare out the window, waiting for the sun to rise.






A/N: So....the first part was a dream. In case...you were confused. Review.