[FANFICTION] Sharks on a Pole (1/1)
Title: Sharks on a Pole
Author:
baka_tenshi
Rating: R
Warnings: Lap dance.
Summary: For kink meme. It irritated the detective irrationally. He tried to hide his irritability from the prosecutor but he felt that he couldn’t.
Author's Notes: Ach. I had maybe too fun with it. I almost misread the original prompt as Daryan giving the lapdance but hopefully the OP doesn't mind the flip flop! Gah. I hope it's not horribly OOC. .____.; First time writing those two.
Words: 1,651
Sharks on a Pole
By LilyChan
It was a familiar scene. The music made his insides pump along with the beat. The lights blinded him. The scent of alcohol, tobacco, and various drugs filled his nostrils.
“But this is home, ja?” asked the blond as he interrupted his thoughts. Daryan glared at his companion as the two sat at their seats. It was hard to hear him but yet he could. The man didn’t like that one bit. He glared at him but he knew there was a slim chance he even saw the familiar glare on his face.
The strippers of the strip joint shook their bottoms in front of them since they were fortunate enough to sit near them. Again, Daryan glared at Klavier who merely smiled at him. Why didn’t he pay attention to the strippers instead of him? After all, it was Daryan’s idea in the first place to go to a strip club.
Instead, Klavier kept his attention on him.
It irritated the detective irrationally. He tried to hide his irritability from the prosecutor but he felt that he couldn’t. He tapped the table. He crossed his legs over and over. He tried to avoid the other’s gaze but fate didn’t allow that. There happened to be a mirror of the two and the man’s blasted happy face staring through the mirror. Daryan wondered who he killed in order to receive this sort of punishment.
He stood up to tell the Gavin to stop that nonsense when someone grabbed his hand. He glanced up and it turned out to be one of the strippers. The crowd below him started to make more noise. He wondered when they announced the Guest Dancing routine.
The strippers egged him on to dance stupidly on the pole, but little did they know that Daryan was one of the regulars at this particular bar.
He wrapped a leg around the pole (one of the ones they had left for him) and started to grind against it along with the new music that had started when he realized he was on the stage.
The lights were hot. The music that played was oddly erotic. Perhaps more erotic than he thought. He wrapped another leg around the pole and managed to bring himself above the ground. He let go of the pole with his hands and bent over.
He didn’t expect to see Klavier to have that look on his face but he pretended to ignore it.
When he lifted himself up, he lowered himself down the pole; although he was off the pole, he felt that couldn’t really leave. He looked behind himself to see Klavier with a real pleased look.
Daryan needed to get out of that position but Klavier wouldn’t let him.
The blond pushed the dark-haired man against the metal object and grinded against him. It elicited a groan from the bassist.
It drove the audience insane; so he did it again. Daryan grabbed onto the pole again and twirled himself away from the blond. Klavier spread out his legs and rubbed his crotch against the man’s legs. Again, it drove the audience into a frenzy.
At the corner of his eye, he saw some strippers whispered to each other and some grinding with each other as Klavier did to him.
He felt Klavier grab his collar to a kiss; his tongue wrapped itself with Daryan’s and rubbed everywhere. The shark-like man was instantly addicted. He licked and rubbed his own tongue against Klavier’s as they started to grind either the pole or each other - whichever they felt first.
Daryan was lost in another world when they continued to grind one another.
However, they were pulled apart by a couple of bouncers and they were taken backstage.
When they made it backstage, Daryan felt scared but he didn’t show it. He still felt the music pump inside his body but instead he felt that his heart was about to burst.
“If we get kicked out, Gavin,” he said, after he caught up with his breath, “I’m kicking your ass.” The blond prosecutor merely smiled and nodded.
“Understood.”
Finally the bouncer came back for them and led them to a room; then he shut the door.
The room was empty, save for a lone chair facing another pole. It was then Daryan placed his hand on his face. It bothered him a lot that the blond didn’t say anything.
He turned to his so-called friend but didn’t see him there. Instead he sat down with his legs wide open and he looked as though he was unfastening something.
“You have got to be kidding me! I’m not doing that for you!”
Klavier turned and chuckled. “Well, Detective,” he said as he chuckled. Daryan hated it whenever he called him detective in this sort of place. “It seems you have no other choice. I’m already tired from doing that sort of thing on stage. It also seemed you have more experience than I, ja?”
Daryan sighed with lots of irritation. It seemed he really had no other choice. If he had his way, Klavier would take subtle revenge on him. He shuddered at the thought the last time the blond had his revenge.
“So are you just going to stand there and let me just play with myself?”
Daryan glared at him harder than he ever could. “Shut it.” The man chuckled. That looked so out of place for a joint like this, he thought once more.
He made his way over to him and tossed a leg over him as he got himself straddled. He placed both arms around Klavier’s neck.
“It’s been a while since I’ve done this. So you better enjoy it or I’ll punch your lights out.”
The blond nodded as he tried to bring himself closer to his lips once more but Daryan moved away. He started to grind against the blond and Klavier merely chuckled.
“What? What’s so funny?” he asked as he continued with the erratic grinds.
“This isn’t turning me on, Detective Crescend.”
The man glared at the blond before him. He stopped and stood up. “I would ask you to do it yourself but you just said you were tired,” he said with a sarcastic tone.
“Ah, but I can try to muster up energy. After all, it doesn’t take much to get you off,” he lightly teased. The detective wanted to punch him then and there but he merely pinched the back of his neck. “Oh, do be gentle.” Daryan stopped and stood up.
He too stood up and let the shark man sit down. He crossed his arms and gave a hard look on Klavier. Klavier smiled gently and leaned against him as he placed his hands on the man’s hips. He used that as leverage to lift himself up.
He rubbed himself against his leg. Klavier knew he was slowly getting aroused. He grinded as the two felt the music from main room pump. The vibrations from the music made it intensify as Daryan started to get comfortable.
The blond chuckled as he placed his lips on Daryan’s. The man wanted to put his tongue inside the other’s mouth but he couldn’t just yet.
Klavier continued to rub against him; he straddled himself on Daryan, similar to what the other did to him earlier. Instead of the erratic and quick movements, however, Klavier rubbed from the man’s abs towards his torso as he started to thrust himself against the man’s abdomen.
Daryan let out a groan and Klavier smiled wider.
“A few thrusts and already you’re pudding, ja?”
He caught a glare from the other as he struggled to say something. “Th-that’s putty,” he corrected. Klavier decided to shut him up with a deep kiss. One similar to the one they had on stage. There was no doubt the dark-haired man enjoyed it. Klavier felt hardness in between them. He moved himself up around and lowered his bottom around the tip of his dick.
He heard the other hiss in anger and Klavier chuckled. Daryan somehow managed to open his shirt and the blond was happy to see his nipples pert and excited. He ran his hands up and down his chest. He teased the detective with everything in his arsenal - he lightly touched his nipples. He would lower himself until he barely reached the tip of his dick.
“You like that,” he said as he continued to tease.
“Sh-shut up,” Daryan breathed.
“You love my technique.”
”I-I said shut up…”
“Ah, you could learn a few more things from me.”
“Jesus, just shut up already.”
Klavier laughed as he licked the base of the man’s neck. He felt the salty sweat on his tongue. He could smell the heat that came off his body. He noticed the man’s hair started to fall. Usually it did whenever Klavier used his tongue in this manner.
Once more Klavier laughed. “Excited? I’ve hardly just begun.”
By now he stopped grinding on him and just placed his butt horribly away from the other’s dick. Instead he thrusted his own arousal into the man’s stomach and Daryan couldn’t be more turned on.
Klavier’s hands continued to explore the hot mess they created. He rubbed. He tweaked. He massaged.
It was too much for the man. When Klavier thrusted in his abdomen once more, Daryan came in his pants, long and hard. He gasped for air as the blond continued to do the deed.
The skilled man laughed as he too started to feel his own climax coming. He stopped and rubbed his own member that was clothed. Soon enough he too came inside his pants.
“Jesus, Klavier,” Daryan said after he regained his breath.
The other also tried to catch up with his breath. “I only learned from the best.” He silenced the man by placing a sweet yet delicate kiss on his lips.
Odd for a strip club.
Author:
baka_tenshi
Rating: R
Warnings: Lap dance.
Summary: For kink meme. It irritated the detective irrationally. He tried to hide his irritability from the prosecutor but he felt that he couldn’t.
Author's Notes: Ach. I had maybe too fun with it. I almost misread the original prompt as Daryan giving the lapdance but hopefully the OP doesn't mind the flip flop! Gah. I hope it's not horribly OOC. .____.; First time writing those two.
Words: 1,651
Sharks on a Pole
By LilyChan
It was a familiar scene. The music made his insides pump along with the beat. The lights blinded him. The scent of alcohol, tobacco, and various drugs filled his nostrils.
“But this is home, ja?” asked the blond as he interrupted his thoughts. Daryan glared at his companion as the two sat at their seats. It was hard to hear him but yet he could. The man didn’t like that one bit. He glared at him but he knew there was a slim chance he even saw the familiar glare on his face.
The strippers of the strip joint shook their bottoms in front of them since they were fortunate enough to sit near them. Again, Daryan glared at Klavier who merely smiled at him. Why didn’t he pay attention to the strippers instead of him? After all, it was Daryan’s idea in the first place to go to a strip club.
Instead, Klavier kept his attention on him.
It irritated the detective irrationally. He tried to hide his irritability from the prosecutor but he felt that he couldn’t. He tapped the table. He crossed his legs over and over. He tried to avoid the other’s gaze but fate didn’t allow that. There happened to be a mirror of the two and the man’s blasted happy face staring through the mirror. Daryan wondered who he killed in order to receive this sort of punishment.
He stood up to tell the Gavin to stop that nonsense when someone grabbed his hand. He glanced up and it turned out to be one of the strippers. The crowd below him started to make more noise. He wondered when they announced the Guest Dancing routine.
The strippers egged him on to dance stupidly on the pole, but little did they know that Daryan was one of the regulars at this particular bar.
He wrapped a leg around the pole (one of the ones they had left for him) and started to grind against it along with the new music that had started when he realized he was on the stage.
The lights were hot. The music that played was oddly erotic. Perhaps more erotic than he thought. He wrapped another leg around the pole and managed to bring himself above the ground. He let go of the pole with his hands and bent over.
He didn’t expect to see Klavier to have that look on his face but he pretended to ignore it.
When he lifted himself up, he lowered himself down the pole; although he was off the pole, he felt that couldn’t really leave. He looked behind himself to see Klavier with a real pleased look.
Daryan needed to get out of that position but Klavier wouldn’t let him.
The blond pushed the dark-haired man against the metal object and grinded against him. It elicited a groan from the bassist.
It drove the audience insane; so he did it again. Daryan grabbed onto the pole again and twirled himself away from the blond. Klavier spread out his legs and rubbed his crotch against the man’s legs. Again, it drove the audience into a frenzy.
At the corner of his eye, he saw some strippers whispered to each other and some grinding with each other as Klavier did to him.
He felt Klavier grab his collar to a kiss; his tongue wrapped itself with Daryan’s and rubbed everywhere. The shark-like man was instantly addicted. He licked and rubbed his own tongue against Klavier’s as they started to grind either the pole or each other - whichever they felt first.
Daryan was lost in another world when they continued to grind one another.
However, they were pulled apart by a couple of bouncers and they were taken backstage.
When they made it backstage, Daryan felt scared but he didn’t show it. He still felt the music pump inside his body but instead he felt that his heart was about to burst.
“If we get kicked out, Gavin,” he said, after he caught up with his breath, “I’m kicking your ass.” The blond prosecutor merely smiled and nodded.
“Understood.”
Finally the bouncer came back for them and led them to a room; then he shut the door.
The room was empty, save for a lone chair facing another pole. It was then Daryan placed his hand on his face. It bothered him a lot that the blond didn’t say anything.
He turned to his so-called friend but didn’t see him there. Instead he sat down with his legs wide open and he looked as though he was unfastening something.
“You have got to be kidding me! I’m not doing that for you!”
Klavier turned and chuckled. “Well, Detective,” he said as he chuckled. Daryan hated it whenever he called him detective in this sort of place. “It seems you have no other choice. I’m already tired from doing that sort of thing on stage. It also seemed you have more experience than I, ja?”
Daryan sighed with lots of irritation. It seemed he really had no other choice. If he had his way, Klavier would take subtle revenge on him. He shuddered at the thought the last time the blond had his revenge.
“So are you just going to stand there and let me just play with myself?”
Daryan glared at him harder than he ever could. “Shut it.” The man chuckled. That looked so out of place for a joint like this, he thought once more.
He made his way over to him and tossed a leg over him as he got himself straddled. He placed both arms around Klavier’s neck.
“It’s been a while since I’ve done this. So you better enjoy it or I’ll punch your lights out.”
The blond nodded as he tried to bring himself closer to his lips once more but Daryan moved away. He started to grind against the blond and Klavier merely chuckled.
“What? What’s so funny?” he asked as he continued with the erratic grinds.
“This isn’t turning me on, Detective Crescend.”
The man glared at the blond before him. He stopped and stood up. “I would ask you to do it yourself but you just said you were tired,” he said with a sarcastic tone.
“Ah, but I can try to muster up energy. After all, it doesn’t take much to get you off,” he lightly teased. The detective wanted to punch him then and there but he merely pinched the back of his neck. “Oh, do be gentle.” Daryan stopped and stood up.
He too stood up and let the shark man sit down. He crossed his arms and gave a hard look on Klavier. Klavier smiled gently and leaned against him as he placed his hands on the man’s hips. He used that as leverage to lift himself up.
He rubbed himself against his leg. Klavier knew he was slowly getting aroused. He grinded as the two felt the music from main room pump. The vibrations from the music made it intensify as Daryan started to get comfortable.
The blond chuckled as he placed his lips on Daryan’s. The man wanted to put his tongue inside the other’s mouth but he couldn’t just yet.
Klavier continued to rub against him; he straddled himself on Daryan, similar to what the other did to him earlier. Instead of the erratic and quick movements, however, Klavier rubbed from the man’s abs towards his torso as he started to thrust himself against the man’s abdomen.
Daryan let out a groan and Klavier smiled wider.
“A few thrusts and already you’re pudding, ja?”
He caught a glare from the other as he struggled to say something. “Th-that’s putty,” he corrected. Klavier decided to shut him up with a deep kiss. One similar to the one they had on stage. There was no doubt the dark-haired man enjoyed it. Klavier felt hardness in between them. He moved himself up around and lowered his bottom around the tip of his dick.
He heard the other hiss in anger and Klavier chuckled. Daryan somehow managed to open his shirt and the blond was happy to see his nipples pert and excited. He ran his hands up and down his chest. He teased the detective with everything in his arsenal - he lightly touched his nipples. He would lower himself until he barely reached the tip of his dick.
“You like that,” he said as he continued to tease.
“Sh-shut up,” Daryan breathed.
“You love my technique.”
”I-I said shut up…”
“Ah, you could learn a few more things from me.”
“Jesus, just shut up already.”
Klavier laughed as he licked the base of the man’s neck. He felt the salty sweat on his tongue. He could smell the heat that came off his body. He noticed the man’s hair started to fall. Usually it did whenever Klavier used his tongue in this manner.
Once more Klavier laughed. “Excited? I’ve hardly just begun.”
By now he stopped grinding on him and just placed his butt horribly away from the other’s dick. Instead he thrusted his own arousal into the man’s stomach and Daryan couldn’t be more turned on.
Klavier’s hands continued to explore the hot mess they created. He rubbed. He tweaked. He massaged.
It was too much for the man. When Klavier thrusted in his abdomen once more, Daryan came in his pants, long and hard. He gasped for air as the blond continued to do the deed.
The skilled man laughed as he too started to feel his own climax coming. He stopped and rubbed his own member that was clothed. Soon enough he too came inside his pants.
“Jesus, Klavier,” Daryan said after he regained his breath.
The other also tried to catch up with his breath. “I only learned from the best.” He silenced the man by placing a sweet yet delicate kiss on his lips.
Odd for a strip club.