Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Dances of Denial ❯ Of Lap Dances ( Chapter 1 )

Briefly before we begin:

Disclaimer: I, in no way, own Kingdom Hearts. No way am I making money out of this, however I do own the plot. This overused plot line…for shame -shakes head-

 

Note: This was an original story that had been sitting in my files for about a year now. But since I realized that the character development sucked, I decided to see what would happen if I changed it to an AU Kingdom Hearts story. That way my lazy ass didn't have to think of personalities for these people XP

 

Oh and for the record I have no idea what collage life is like so forgive me if it's a bit unrealistic, this is what I gather from the media and other fanfics.

Nor do I know much about strippers, but it's not like I can research the subject without coming across an obscene porn site.

 

Warnings: Language, slightly sexual situations, shounen-ai

 

Parings: Vary and undecided for the time being, but mainly SoraxRiku

 

And now Enjoy!

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Chapter one: Of lap dances

 

A repetitive and almost obnoxious beat pounded in the ears of those who currently occupied the stuffy club house. Poor multicolored lighting cast rainbow highlights on said people's faces, and a large crowd of men ranging from eighteen years of age and higher sat drooling around a catwalk-like platform with a pole in the center.

The perverse eyes roamed the expanse of the lightly tanned skin also tinted multicolor. A lithe thin body moved sensuously to the techno beat of the club music. Thin but strong legs in four inch stilettos wandered rhythmically around the stage bending the knees every so often and lifting the round rear in the air to catcalls and obscene comments. For a male, he had a curvy body, but with enough masculinity he wasn't easily confused for a woman.

Sora giggled and winked a cerulean eye at the closest man, who gave him a lecherous grin in return. He didn't have to like them (god knows he loathed them all)…just as long as they gave him the money. He felt a callused hand on his barely covered rear, yet another in-the-closet politician, shoving what he hoped was at least a twenty down his black-and-pink laced panties. Sora licked his glossed lips and grabbed the cold metal pole, wrapping his legs around it and giving a small spin, only to more catcalls.

As the loud beat went on, he too continued to lose articles of clothes every now and then, not that there was much to lose in the first place. Degrading as it was, being a stripper at this gay bar was the only high paying job that he could find. Paying for collage sure sucked sometimes. Every time he was forced to go up on the stage, every time he preformed the same erotic routine, he still found it difficult to forget that he was dancing for the pleasure of perverted old men. Of course it wasn't all bad. There were always those curious boys, he liked them. They tend to keep their hands to themselves.

And they were easy to spot too! Always blushing like school girls caught with their boyfriends….or school boys caught with their boyfriends in this case perhaps. He smiled as he spotted one of these said boys holding out a bill….a hundred like that was only stolen from his parents wallets. Sora glided over and crouched down.

“Want a lap dance?” He whispered into the boy's ear with a small hint of playful seduction. In his mind, it was a sort of reward for anyone who gave him something over a fifty.

The boy just gave a confident smirk and nodded, leaning back and flipping what seemed to be silver shoulder-length hair behind him, all the while, the crowed watching with barely concealed erections. Disgusting really.

Sora hopped down carefully from the elevated platform and straddled the other boy's lap, grinding his slim hips momentarily into the others.

“Name?” He asked.
“Riku.” He breathed as Sora began the actual dance, never letting himself fully touch the pale boy below , and there letting his hands do anything more than glide across his clothed chest. Judging from him this Riku couldn't me more than 18-19 years old.

Sora smirked. “Cute.”

Riku scowl-pouted. “I'm not cute.”

“Alright, you're sexy.”

In the dim light Riku's blush went unnoticed. He just sat back and let Sora continue, giving out a gasp when the stripper's hand brushed his more-than- evident arousal. Sora gave a pleasant laugh and slid off, taking the hundred from Riku's limp hand.

The silver haired boy had a slight disappointed face, but in the end Sora knew that he'd be back the very next night, only for another taste of the man he knew just as the stripper, or by stage-name: Cinnamon Kitten. How unfair…Riku had given him his name too…

As the beat died down the sensual swirling of Sora's hips ceased, and when he was finished he gave a bow, a bit of a personal touch to his routine, and strutted backstage, exuding confidence as he walked by those still predatory watches. He watched as the next boy went up, the rest just waiting for a turn at this degrading but addicting dance.

Riku sighed as he walked out, breathing in the crisp night air a long while later, accompanied with half of the pervious occupants of the club. Out of pure bored curiosity had he visited the club…it was mentioned once in passing among a few people at the collage. It was even rumored that a person from the collage worked here to pay the tuition. But the dim lights and make up made it hard to figure out.

He looked up at the light polluted sky and took another breath of cold air. (It was too stuffy in the club for him.) Midterms were tomorrow and staying up until midnight probably wasn't the best idea. He trudged back to his dorm.

 

The next morning dawned cloudless, windy and cold. Sora growled low under his breath as he stepped out of his bachelor-style dorm and into the outside halls where the cold wind slapped his face pink. Mumbling a few curses he hurried down stairs and scampered to the on campus café before the frantic students formed endless lines for an early morning caffeine fix.

Behind the polished counter stood a boy with silver shoulder length hair lazily leaning on the counter with a thin paperback book in his hand. Sora could swear the face looked almost familiar.

“Good morning.” He said somewhat cheerfully to the fellow student, though his mood wasn't all that cheerful.

Said student looked up and nodded his own `good morning' before returning back to his paperback.

It was somewhat unnerving as to why he thought the face of the silver haired boy looked familiar. It was unknown the rest of the collage about his night time activities, at least he hoped. He doubted that the teachers would enjoy the prospect of one of their brightest art students being a stripper…even if it was to hold a few ends.

He placed a cappuccino softly on the counter and leaned against it. His face was merely a few inches away from this boy's. Sora waited with a hint of amusement until the other noticed their close proximity.

Raising a perfectly sculpted eyebrow he fixed Sora with a strange look.

“2.15.” He said casually setting down the book.

Sora dug in his back pocket for his wallet while reading the cover upside down, trying to stifle a giggle. “I didn't know you were still into comic books.”

A slightly annoyed look crossed that handsome face. “That's none of your business.” He snapped almost defensively and hid the book away from sight.

Sora giggled. “Cute.” He mumbled before depositing the cash and leaving with the cappuccino in hand.

 

A grumbling Riku traversed across the campus a while later, leaves crunching under his shoes, a thin book tucked away under his jacket. That stupid boy in the shop just had to mention that comic books were outdated….well that's what he thought he meant.

Upon sitting down in one of the more secluded seats of his class, he began to wonder why the strange feeling of déjà vu made itself present at the though of the little idiot , as he now liked to call him. Fuck this. Now wasn't the time to think of idiot boys. Finals would begin in a few minutes. Indignantly, as the test was placed on his desk, he spared a last slightly vehement thought: he wasn't gay just because he went to a gay bar.

And when the test began, he forced his mind to wander away from such useless thoughts, and focus on the redundant grammatical questions he was blindly staring at.

 

Half way across the campus the little stripper was currently having his own concentration problems. Now as luck would have it, Sora was a person very easily distracted. Every now and then there was a flip of paper as students finished page after page slowly. Sora was still on the first, tapping his pencil lightly on his chin. Though his thoughts had nothing to do with his exam. Silver hair…silver hair…

“EUREKA!”

Sometimes he questioned his sanity. He smiled sheepishly and waved at anyone (who was pretty much everyone) who was staring at him as a result of his strange outburst whilst the teacher was giving him a poisonous look.

Thankfully some people were mature by the time they entered collage, so they lost interest between the time span of a turning around and going back to work.. Sora sighed and returned to tapping the pencil on his chin, then opting to chew on the eraser.

It was that one guy, the one who gave him the hundred… He held back a snicker at the irony of it all. The comic book geek couldn't remember who he was. In a way it made him feel like he held a sort of power against this `Riku'. His thoughts finally at rest he pulled the pencil from his mouth and abandoned the chewing, finally settling down to finish the test…a half hour was enough for over fifty questions right?

 

As the night found him, he stood behind the curtains waiting anxiously for the DJ to play his song. Sora shifted his weight from foot to foot trying to fix the make up on his face, though it was all in vain without a mirror. It was all routine, but that didn't mean he didn't have butterflies in his stomach…strange though, he hadn't had those since the first month on the job. An annoying little voice in the back of his head told him because there was a possibility of Riku being there amongst the crowd of old perverts. He sighed, one would think that thought would be relaxing, no?

 

In truth Riku stood nervously outside the club, fidgeting and debating on whether coming was a good idea or not. Much to his annoyance, his restless mind wouldn't give him peace that night. Every time he closed his eyes the lithe figure of his favorite little stripper kept dancing in seizure inducing lights.

He gave a defeated sigh and put on his most confident expression, coolly flipping his silver hair back and taking semi-long strides into the noisy club.

Aqua eyes took a brief scan around the club, half hoping his (he wondered why `his'?) stripper wasn't on the ten PM shift. And though his visit would have been in vain he would have reassured his still restless mind. But you know when you wish for something you jinx it…that's what his friends told him in the fourth grade once.

There on the main stage stood the figure that haunted his waking thoughts, 5'7, 5'11 in the stilettos with spiky cinnamon hair that bounced in time with his dancing. Riku fought the blush that was threatening to arise. It was too late to turn back…

So with new resolve he shoved his way through the moving bodies, not that they noticed. The seats front and center were all occupied. He sighed, but whether if it was in relief of disappointment he didn't want to know. So he sat down where his head was nearly invisible. But a head of colorful silver was hard to miss.

 

Sora's expression was playful, a sexy kind of playful. It was strategically directed at those with a less impulse to touch him. You'd think he'd like the attention. Grabbing the pole, he spun around…tricks he'd learned from his friend Roxas in the back room. Hooking his legs around the pole he hung upside down. There were more catcalls, more people clamoring for more. He only giggled and wiggled his butt. Oh the degradation…

The beat of the rhythm changed. It was faster, and Sora had no choice other than to move his hips a bit more rapidly to keep up with the bass, while the men drooled. The lights that flashed incessantly made it difficult to keep balance in the high shoes, and falling was not an option. Not only unprofessional…but he had no wish to be molested. As he reached the end in the red blinking lights he saw a head of colored silver hair.

Riku…

And it felt, as if for the rest of the night, that he was dancing only for the the boy. Subconsciously it was decided that in his mind, Riku would be his comfort zone during dancing…he wouldn't have to look into every other unpleasant face. And for the first time since his first night there, he let out a real smile.

 

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