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Looking over his shoulder, he saw the biker stripper leaning over the DJ’s booth and then the first scratchy beats of a song came on. Erik recognised the opening of ‘Closer’ by Nine Inch Nails and threw back his head and laughed.
There was a small roar of approval from the crowd as they recognised it too, and Erik kept his head back, held his arms straight out and started to circle his hips to the beat.
On ‘You let me violate you’ he snapped his elbows back in and grabbed the lapels of his jacket, throwing it off his shoulders for the next line. On ‘You let me penetrate you’ he slid one hand down to his crotch to rub his palm there.
He threw the jacket off completely on the first ‘Help me!’; hurled it off to the side somewhere as he started to move in a slinking whirl around the stage. The crowd was making a continuous noise now, pressing up close and watching him eagerly.
He reached out and grabbed the pole with one hand, twirled round it once and then leaned back to grasp it behind him and pump his hips to ‘I wanna fuck you like an animal’.
The crowd howled. Erik slowly pushed up the sleeveless shirt he was wearing, eyes closed and an expression of ecstasy on his face - and then he ripped the shirt off over his head and threw that away too.
He held his arms out again and turned in one slow circle, still moving his hips. Then he gripped the pole and jumped up onto it, wrapping his legs around it and spinning round.
He heard a voice in the crowd yelp out ‘Oh, fuck me - yes!’ and he started laughing again, joy bubbling up. He kept one leg twisted round the pole and let himself fall back in a graceful bow, then began moving and rocking his torso, crossed his hands behind his neck and pulsed up in time to the music in mock crunches.
Erik let his head and arms fall back again, twirled round slowly with just one ankle hooked round the pole. He felt giddy, invulnerable. The pole wouldn’t let him fall, he was its master. He was its metal god!
And the audience! He was their god too! He thrust away from the pole and fell to his knees at the front, dragging his hands across his chest - hands that were swiftly joined by others as people reached out to touch him and push bills into the waistband of his low slung pants, lingering on his hips and thighs.
‘You get me closer to god’ hissed the lyrics and Erik’s hands flew to the front of his pants, fingers undoing the button with teasing slowness as he bit his lip and tossed his head back and forth.
Button finally undone, he slid his fingers down inside, started slipping them down millimetre by tantalizing millimetre. His hipbones revealed themselves, the top curve of his ass, the widening trail of his pubic hair, the taught skin of his lower belly…
And then over the music he heard a shout from the bar of “Oh, for fuck’s sake! LeBeau! Get that guy down before he loses us our license!”
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Erik rolled his head to the side and looked back at the biker stripper. He said petulantly “Of course not! It would ruin the line.”
The stripper snorted a laugh into the bare skin of Erik’s neck, warm and tickling, and then called out to the loudly disappointed crowd “Shows over, folks! Sorry, but der’s rules ‘gainst full frontal in N’York!”
Then he pulled Erik away and through a curtain at the back, into a cool, industrial corridor with concrete walls. He held onto Erik all the time and to be honest Erik was glad of the support. He was beginning to feel a little dizzy from all that twirling. Or maybe that pink, fruity drink had been a mistake. He was actually feeling a bit drunk.
“Shall ah go git your fren’, beb? Wha’s his name?”
Erik snuggled in further to the warm, solid body holding him up, appreciating the feeling of skin on skin, and slurred “Don’t know his name. I decided to call him Bob.”
His knight in shining pleather gave a huff and pushed him gently back to rest against the wall, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. “You don’ recall your gen’lmen frens’ names?”
Erik gave an expansive, regal wave of his hand. “If it’s under six inches, you don’t get remembered.” He looked at his new friend appreciatively: dark, wavy hair, pretty looks, and eyes of such a bright chestnut brown that they seemed to glow. “What’s your name?”
The guy gave him a sharp grin and crowded Erik back up against the wall, palms either side of Erik’s head bracketing him in and a slim, muscled thigh sliding between his legs and pressing up lightly. Erik could feel the press of something else against his thigh as well and oh yeah… This guy was definitely getting remembered, whatever his name was.
For his accent if nothing else, which curled around Erik like the smoothest, warmest bourbon ever as the man leaned in to say softly “Ah’s called Remy, cher. You goin’ to remember dat?”
Erik tipped his head back to look at Remy through his lashes and smiled as he hooked fingers through the guy’s belt loops to pull him even closer. Remy came with a smirk and Erik breathed out against his lips “Well, let’s see what tricks you’ve got up your sleeve first…”
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He did remember Remy’s name, and remembered it with fondness.
Even though the guy had stolen Erik’s wallet when he snuck out the next morning.
And as for lapdancing… well. We’ll have to see if the prospect of a private dance appeals to Charles, daddio! ;)
(also, wtf, self? why did you trawl 5pgs on Cajun dialect for this?)
(wtf?, the rerun: in my head, Erik is wearing Helmut Lang here. I went through 20pgs of 2004 men’s fashion before I decided this. I do not mention it *once* in the fic. I am, clearly, beyond help)
(…but on the other hand my geeky/anal-tendencies mean I listened to Closer a dozen times imagining *exactly* how Erik could strip to it. This was… not an ordeal. *hums blissfully and goes back to happy place* *Erik is also wearing eyeliner in my happy place*)
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You're my hero.
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*you don't want to know how long I did that for...*
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And I can totally relate. I spend way too much time researching for things that I don't even put in my fics, just to make sure that there's nothing anachronistic or anything like that, as if anyone would notice or care XD
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there are not the *words* for how much *useless* frickin research i put into my fics. when i finish this & de-anon & post on AO3 there are going to be so many footnotes. OMG SO MANY FOOTNOTES!!
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A revelation.
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...the gospel of ‘Erik the stripper’ needed to be spread to the other patrons of this lovely establishment. It was, like, an obligation or something.
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...turning to face his audience, his people, who were starting to gather in more force around the stage...
HAHAHA! OMG, I AM SO IN LOVE WITH YOUR ERIK. I CAN'T EVEN...
Erik recognised the opening of ‘Closer’ by Nine Inch Nails and threw back his head and laughed.
I am listening to it right now, anon. IT'S MY FAVORITE NIN SONG, OKAY, AND I FUCKING LOVE NIN. AND WITH THIS ERIK LOVING NIN AND STRIPPING TO IT, THAT JUST WINS ALL THE AWARDS, ANON. I CAN GO ON AND ON ABOUT JUST THIS PART. I ROLLED ALL AROUND IN BED WITH GLEE FOR SEVERAL MINUTES AFTER I READ THIS LINE. I CAN ALMOST NOT CONTAIN THE LOVE I FEEL FOR YOU RN.
LEBEAU?
I thought the stripper was an OC. And you spring Remy LeBeau on me? He's my fave character in the animated series. I had the biggest crush on him when I was nine. (And in my head, he looks so much better than the actor who portrayed him in WOlverine. I guess they did not want to get a guy who may upstage Hugh Jackman.)
OF COURSE ERIK GOES COMMANDO. AND A HELMUT LANG SUIT IS DEFINITELY WORTH SUCH A "SACRIFICE." I APPROVE, ERIK.
“If it’s under six inches, you don’t get remembered.”
ERIK IS A SIZE QUEEN! A MAN WHOSE MIDDLE NAME IS MAGNUS IS MOST DEFINITELY A SIZE QUEEN. IT'S CANON.
Erik/Remy. Yeah, I'd ship it. I bet they looked really hot together. Maybe it's best Charles is not a telepath here. He might get jealous, or intimidated, if he sees the memory while taking a tour in Erik's head.
I THINK A LAPDANCE IS SOMETHING CHARLES WOULD AT LEAST BE INTERESTED IN SIMPLY BECAUSE HE'D NEVER HAD ONE. MAYBE YOU CAN CONDUCT A POLL. HAHAHA.
AND... ERIK WEARING EYELINER! YOU'RE JUST AFTER MY HEART, AREN'T YOU? YES. IT'S THE TRUE TEST OF A BOY'S PRETTINESS.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS, ANON. I ♥ YOU, YOUR ERIK AND THIS FIC SO FUCKING MUCH.
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Honestly, I had not the *slightest* inclination to write backfill for this verse and then I read your comment and - BOOM! Stripper!Erik was there in my mind! (how can I thank you for that, btw?)
THERE WAS NEVER ANYTHING ELSE HE WAS GOING TO STRIP TO, OK?
AND IT COULD *NEVER* BE ANYONE ELSE BUT REMY!
And have you *seen* the movie? Of course he goes commando. I swear I could give you length, width & dimension from Fassbender's introductory scenes alone. (...it's possible I've been paying WAY too much attention & am just a gigantic perve here...)
Tell me Erik isn't a size queen. Go on. *Convince* me.
I think Remy/anything is a universal ship.
I DON'T KNOW IF I CAN WRITE A LAPDANCE BUT IF I CAN IT'S TURNING UP IN THE EPILOGUE!! AND JESUS *FUCK* I WISH I COULD DRAW BECAUSE ERIK IN EYELINER IS A PICTURE I WANT PINNED TO MY BUNK!!
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You're the one who slipped stripper!Erik in relation to Raven's burlesque act (which is so her, btw). Your stripper!Erik is absolutely the best incarnation -- slutty, exhibitionist bad boy who can protect his family's company from a hostile take-over the following day even though he's still reeking of alcohol and other men's cologne.
Oh, those introductory scenes. I first time I saw the movie, I barely prevented myself from whimpering. I have never responded sexually to a violent scene in a film until -- Fassbender. So no, you are not alone, my friend.
I think Remy's inclusion in any fic is a big, sexy plus. Btw, I'm still laughing over the knight in shining pleather nickname!
I wish I could draw, just for you. I can only offer a picture. YOU ARE UBER FABULOUS, ANON. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
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And Fassbender plays the attractive, semi-psycho SO. DAMN. WELL. I can rewatch those scenes forever :)
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I love you writer!anon.
I love you so much.
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I am so VERY happy you liked it, my sweet! <3
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I included "Closer" now in my McFassy playlist in my ipod because of this fic. Will be listening to it while I'm on the bus. XD
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