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Yuu looks through their clothes, wanting to find something extra nice to wear for their shift at Roseheart Nights, a local club that they dance at. They’re one of the top dancers, and one of the most requested. Generally that would mean that they would make a lot of cash, and have a good and easy night dancing. Not tonight. Tonight, they had been alerted that there would be scouts from another club called Iago’s. Iago’s isn’t just any club, it’s one of the most prestigious clubs around, very difficult to get into, and very expensive.
Yuu huffs, nothing feeling right. They still have a couple of hours before they need to leave luckily, so they text their best friend. Cater is always eager to come over and help with little tasks, saying that that is the best kind of bonding. They just had their hair dyed the other day, making it a deep blue.
Cater makes it over soon enough as he lives in the same apartment complex. As soon as Yuu opens the door, Cater throws his arms around them in a big hug.
“OH EM GEE are you so excited?” Cater exclaims loudly.
“More like nervous, it would be a dream come true to dance at Iago’s.” Yuu responds, chucking lightly at Cater’s enthusiasm.
Cater leads them to the bathroom, making them sit on the sink.
“Okay so I’m thinking we show off this new hair, yeah?” He asks. He looks through Yuu’s makeup drawer and pulls out a blue eyeshadow pallet, and a few other things. They spend a while like that. Cater does some base makeup, nothing too fancy as you can’t see fine details from the stage with all the strobe lights. In the end, Cater does a simple eyeliner over blue eye shadow, with matching blue lipstick. It looks good on them, not surprising though, as Cater has always been amazing with a makeup brush.
“So for this you definitely need to keep the blue theme. You have a blue outfit and heels, right?” He asks.
Yuu nods and goes to their room. They change quickly, and step out into the living room.
They’re wearing a semi sheer blue outfit, with a flowy train from the top, the clothes compliments their figure well.
Cater whistles at them.
“Damn, you look hot as hell.” He says happily. He makes Yuu do a little spin for him and he takes a picture. Yuu looks at the time on the stove and quickly takes off their heels, putting on a pair of sandals for the ride there. They quickly grab a pair of sweatpants, along with a plain black hoodie. They slip those on as a quick cover for their outfit and meet Cater at the door.
“Ready to go?” Cater asks him.
“Oh you’re coming too? You haven’t been in a while.”
“Duh, it’s a big day for you. Plus Trey is working today, so win win.”
Ah that makes sense. Trey is the manager for Roseheart Nights, and he’s in charge when Riddle, the owner, isn’t there. Plus, he’s Cater’s boyfriend.
The two make it to Cater’s car and go on their way to the club.
“Okay so like, I’ll be honest, I don’t know anything about that fancy club place. What’s up?”
Yuu looks over at him excitedly, and explains.
“Iago’s is a club from the Scalding Sands. It’s like, the most popular club in the city and they pay a lot. I’d be set. Sevens Cater I need that gig.”
They talk back and forth during the rest of the drive, it’s not far.
They pull up to the club before too long and Cater waves him off as he goes to the dressing room. They quickly remove their sweatpants and hoodie, and get out their heels. They’re dark blue velvet boots with a six inch heel to them and zippers on the inside.
One of the other dancers that they share the stage with, Che’nya, comes over to talk to them about something, but he’s interrupted as there is a knock on the door. Trey sticks his head in.
“Hey, you’re on. It’s a weird night but you’ll kill it out there.”
The dancers thank him, and Yuu stands up to leave the dressing room first, the others following them.
Yuu walks to their usual pole, it’s in the center of the stage with two others on either side of them.
The music starts, it’s a different melody than usual. It’s slower, and the base is heavy. It builds up slowly, and they pull themself up onto the pole, beginning their first spin sequence. As they move gracefully under the flashing lights, their eyes land on two men in the front row. The first one has white hair, and he looks almost strangely chipper. It’s not unwelcome, but it is unusual to see someone watch them dance with such a genuine smile.
Their breath catches for a moment as their eyes land on the man next to him. He’s taller than the white haired one. And his hair is dark brown, and long. They don’t have time to take as long a look as they’d like, but the man is beautiful. Unlike the other man, he isn’t smiling, though he doesn’t look unhappy. He looks as if he is evaluating, admiring, studying. He is staring at Yuu intently, not looking at the other dancers, only them.
They continue dancing, focusing back on the show, they must be the scouts. The show goes smoothly, and as the final notes of the song fade out, they gracefully land their heels back onto the ground. The crowd watching claps for the dancers eagerly. They look out at the crowd again, and the two men are gone. They sigh and leans down to collect the cash that had been thrown onto their portion of the stage, and a hand lands on their shoulder. Che’nya nods out at the crowd and whispers into their ear, asking if he saw them. They nod, and the dancers finish cleaning up.
The few minutes go by quickly in a blur, and Yuu walks backstage again finally, and makes it back to the dressing room. They keep water bottles for the dancers, which they’re grateful for. They take a bottle of water and down it quickly, feeling hot and exhausted. The dancers clean up their stations, some preparing to enjoy the club, and others preparing to go home. As they do this, there are three knocks on the door.
Trey sticks his head in again and waves at the dancers. They all greet him happily, and he gestures to Yuu.
“Hey, come with me, there’s some people here to talk to you.” Yuu nods and leaves the dressing room. They follow Trey closely through the crowded club to the back room they use for meetings and the like.
“Is it the scouts?” They ask eagerly.
Trey keeps looking ahead, but responds.
“I’m not supposed to say. But yes, it is. Nervous?”
“Oh absolutely.” They respond, “Great Seven I hope they liked me.”
“I’m sure they loved you, you did great.” He tells them, giving them a soft smile.
Trey holds open the door for them and he steps into the dark meeting room. The door shuts behind them, leaving them alone with the white haired man.
He gasps as soon as Yuu enters, and bounds over to them, taking their hand eagerly to shake it.
“Hello! I’m Kalim Al-Asim, you were amazing!” He exclaims. Yuu is a little surprised, most people aren’t this… spirited, during these kinds of meetings.
“Uh- yeah thanks, I’m Yuu, I’m glad you enjoyed the show.” They say, smiling at him. As odd as this is, they can’t say it’s not a welcome change of pace.
“I’m one of the owners at Iago’s, and we want you to work for us there! You can do a trial, we can see if it’s a good fit, but we have high hopes for you!”
Yuu’s jaw drops for a moment. Owner? this is one of the owners of Iago’s? Great Seven.
“Really? That’s incredible, thank you mister Al-Asim!” They say, almost feeling light headed.
“Of course! We’ll contact you about coming by to talk contracts, but I just wanted to let you know. I can’t stay and chat sadly, as I am supposed to meet with a cousin of mine, but I can’t wait to have you at Iago’s!” He beams, shaking his hand eagerly again.
“Y-yeah for sure! Can’t wait!” They smile back.
They step out of the office space in a bit of a daze.
’I need a drink.’ they decide.
Dancers are allowed one free drink after a shift at Roseheart’s, and while they do not generally partake in this policy, now is a good a time as any.
He checks their phone and sees a text from Trey that Cater will be going home with him tonight, and the keys to Cater’s car were left on their hoodie back in the dressing room.
Yuu goes over to the bar and takes a seat, ordering a glass of wine.
“You are an incredible dancer.” A low voice says in his ear. They sigh, expecting it to be one of the usual club creeps, but to their surprise, when they turn around, it’s the man that was standing with Kalim. Now that they are closer, they’re able to get a better look at him, and needless to say, they are not disappointed. The guy has long hair, really long. One side is tied into four braids, and it’s put up in a high ponytail. He’s wearing black dress pants with a flowy loose black shirt tucked in. It’s slightly sheer, professional and intimidating, yet revealing enough to blend in at a club. He’s gorgeous.
“Mind if I sit?” He asks, gesturing to the empty seat next to them.
“Uh, y-yeah sure, go ahead.” They murmur.
“I’m Jamil, Kalim’s bodyguard. And advisor, and well, pretty much everything else. Babysitter, basically.” He tells them, rolling his eyes slightly.
Yuu nods slightly.
“I’m Yuu, a dancer here. Though I guess you knew that.”
“I did. As I said, you’re good. Really good.”
The bartender hands Yuu their glass of wine. They take a slow sip, not noticing how Jamil’s eyes follow the movement of their throat.
Yuu starts speaking, but as they do, a man nearby shouts, enjoying the music a little too loudly. Jamil cringes slightly at the man, and leans down to Yuu to hear him better.
“What was that?” He asks.
Before he responds, they realize that as Jamil leaned down, they can smell his cologne. It’s pleasant, it smells of sandalwood and spices, with a hint of something vaguely tropical, maybe coconut. It’s refreshing, and yet at the same time, invigorating.
“Say, want to talk somewhere a bit… quieter?” He asks, looking around at the masses of people surrounding them.
“Oh yeah, that sounds good.” Yuu says softly.
Jamil leads them to a corner near the back. There are still a lot of people here, but they’re further from the speakers blasting music, so it’s easier to hear.
“So if you don’t mind my asking, why do you dance here? Not that it’s not nice, but dancers in this field generally have a motivation.” He asks.
Yuu clears their throat and speaks up.
“To be honest it’s mostly to help with bills. I work as a chef, but the restaurant I’m at doesn’t pay incredibly well. And more than that, it’s a form of relief I suppose. I thought that this was what I wanted to do, but I’ve found that it… is a lot more stress than it’s worth. Here, no one knows me, I make more money, and I can express myself.” They tell him, blushing lightly after.
“I can understand… high stress work, and needing relief.” He agrees with a nod.
As they converse, neither notices a man begin to get closer. He is clearly at least a little tipsy, and dancing to the music without looking. He bumps into them, nearly knocking Yuu down. Jamil catches them quickly, and puts his hands on their waist, moving them behind himself. He shoves the man away, not so rough as to start something, but enough that they regain their personal space. He rolls his eyes and turns around to look at the shorter.
“You alright?”
They nod, their cheeks red from the gentle hands on their waist guiding them.
“I’m alright, though I’d like to get out of here. Would you want to join me?” He asks nervously.
Jamil looks towards the back room where Kalim was, and pauses for a minute, thinking, before turning back to Yuu.
“Yeah, let’s go.”
He hesitates briefly.
“Are you sure? Do you need to make sure Kalim gets home or something?”
The brunet shakes his head and takes Yuu’s hand.
“Nah, he’s with his cousin, he’s fine.”
With his hand holding Yuu’s, he carefully leads them through the crowd of people listening to music and dancing. The lights flash from purple to blue, to red, and the bass pounds in their heads.
As they leave the building, Yuu takes out their phone and texts Cater informing him of where they’re going.
Cater responds with a flurry of emojis and winks, telling him to be safe.
Jamil takes them to an incredibly fancy car that looks like it was worth more money than some countries. As they walk up to it, he opens the door for Yuu, and once they’re settled, walks over to the drivers side and gets in.
They leave the parking lot in a comfortable silence, with Jamil driving. He has a hand on the wheel, and other lands on Yuu’s thigh. It’s a gentle pressure, grounding. Yuu finds themself smiling softly. Their eyes fall on the brunet, and they swallow, admiring his side profile for a long moment, before looking ahead, nerves swirling in their stomach.
The pair arrives at a large, expensive looking hotel. They exit the fancy car and walk inside to the entrance, it has to be the most expensive looking building Yuu had ever been in. As Jamil gets a room, Yuu looks around the lobby, almost scared to touch anything. Jamil takes their hand and leads Yuu to an elevator after a moment.
The doors shut, leaving them alone in the elevator. Jamil leans down, pulling them close, and presses a kiss to Yuu’s lips. They sigh against the brunet, and put their arms around his neck. Neither are aware of the time passing, until the doors finally open again.
Jamil leads them to a room, and unlocks the door. The moment they step inside, he presses Yuu against the door, kissing them again. It’s rougher this time, but still caring. He has one hand on the dancer’s waist, and another on their cheek. They move together easily, and the brunet slowly drags his tongue across Yuu’s bottom lip, asking for entrence. They open their mouth for him, allowing Jamil to slip his tongue into their mouth. Yuu groans into the kiss, pressing their body closer, reaching up between them to undo the buttons of Jamil’s shirt. They undo them swiftly and pushes the slightly sheer material off his shoulders. They look down at him, at his body, and shiver slightly.
Jamil reaches behind them to undo the zipper of the lacy blue top Yuu was wearing, and pulls it off of them.
He separates from Yuu’s mouth, moving his lips over their ear.
“This little outfit has been driving me fucking insane.”
Yuu smirks as Jamil looks at their body. They quickly lean down to unzip their heels. They step out of them and stand back up to look at Jamil, losing their breath slightly when they see the hight difference. The taller puts his hands on Yuu’s waist and picks them up, carrying them to the bed.
He drops them onto the mattress and crawls over them looking down their body. Now left only in the blue underwear they had danced in, they shiver slightly on the cold sheets and reach up to him. He allows it, leaning down to press another kiss to their lips as they wrap their arms around his neck. The kiss is softer, more gentle than the others had been.
“Tell me if you don’t like something.” He whispers against their lips. They nod, and the two separate as Jamil moves.
He lowers himself down the bed and begins to kiss their jaw, moving down their neck. He continues to slowly worship their body, kissing down their throat, to their clavicle, and down their sternum. His face between their breasts, he continues to leave soft kisses while gazing into their eyes.
He moves his gaze downward to their chest, and kisses up to their nipple, taking it into his mouth. Yuu lets out a soft sigh as he begins to suck on it, taking the other between his fingers and twisting it firmly. They wrap their fingers in his silky hair, pulling him closer to their chest. They sigh as he continues, lightly scraping his teeth against their nipple.
He stays there for a long moment, taking his time, before moving down their body. He leaves gentle kisses to their stomach as he moves, they let out soft whimpers while they watch.
Jamil presses his lips to their mons venus over the fabric. He looks up at them and hooks his fingers into the band of the pretty blue cloth, waiting for any sign of hesitation. When he receives none, he drags it down their body; they lift their hips, helping him a bit, and he tosses it to the side. His gaze falls between their legs as he moves closer to them again.
“Pretty.” He mumbles quietly, before slowly leaning forward and pressing a kiss to their folds. He noses between their labia before dragging his tongue from their hole up to their clit, tasting them, indulging himself. He circles his tongue over their clit and Yuu realizes with some surprise that he has a split in the top of his tongue like a snake. The two points make rough circles over their sensitive nerves, causing them to groan into the dim room. He closes his lips around their clit and sucks at it tightly, rubbing his tongue over it as he does.
Their fingers wrap in his soft, dark hair, as he moves lower again, sliding his tongue into them. It moves in and own of them as they writhe on the bed below him. He brings his hands up to their hips, firmly holding him in place as they seem to melt beneath his fingers.
“Jamil, I- hmm I’m close!” They whine, tugging at his hair to move him away. He does, moving his face from them as he rubs small circles on their hips with his thumbs. He gives them a moment to catch their breath, before moving his hands to the waistband of his pants.
“Wait, can I?” Yuu asks him. He pauses for a moment, then nods.
“Go ahead” he gestures.
Yuu shifts over to the end of the bed, and they look up at where he is standing in front of them. They feel so small compared to him as he towers above them. The smaller reaches out to where the black belt holds up the dark fabric, and they unbuckle it. The belt is lightly tossed to the floor as they undo the button at the top, and drag the zipper down. He shifts, helping to tug down the pants, leaving him in nothing but his boxers.
Yuu stares for a moment at where his boxers are tented, seeing a dark smear of precome at the top. Their breath hitches as they slowly tug the thin fabric down his hips. Jamil looks down at them, gaze darkened with a smirk on his lips. They stare intently as the cloth is removed, revealing his hard cock. They look up to meet his gaze, as they reach out a hand to wrap around him, exploring him, more than getting him off. They feel the velvety skin beneath their palm, stroking him lightly.
Jamil sighs, tilting his head back as they grow more confident in their movements, tightening their grip and moving their hand a bit more quickly. He lets out a groan as they rub a thumb over his head, digging it into the slit. He suddenly puts his hands on their shoulders, pushing them back onto the bed. He leans over them, before kissing them deeply. They taste themself on Jamil’s lips as the two of them stay like that for a long moment. He moves upwards, his lips by their ear.
“Can you take me?” He whispers lowly, his need evident in his voice. Yuu nods quickly and Jamil’s hands grip their shoulders slightly tighter.
“Say it.” He murmurs.
“Yes, I can take it.” They whisper back. He leaves a light kiss to their ear, before sitting up. He positions their legs so their feet are on the bed, and their knees are propped upwards. He shifts to be between their legs, pressing his hips against them. Jamil opens the package of a condom he got from who knows where, and slowly rolls it onto himself. Taking his cock in his hand, he lines it up with them and slowly pushes in.
Yuu moans loudly and grips the sheets as his tip enters them. Jamil takes a few deep breathes to steady himself and after giving them a moment to adjust, pushes more of himself into them. After a slow, languid moment, he bottoms out. Jamil waits there for a bit longer as they get used to him, and before long they whimper again and signal that they’re ready.
Jamil rocks his hips against Yuu’s and they both let out breathless groans. They reach out for him desperately, needing more contact with him. He leans over their body, thrusting his cock into them more firmly, allowing them to wrap their arms around his shoulders, pressing their chests together. Their legs cross over his lower back, keeping them as close as their bodies allow. The slow rolls of his hips morphs into deeper thrusts as they find a rhythm together.
As his hips move, Jamil bites their neck, sucking on the sensitive skin and leaving marks, as if wanting to label them as his and only his. They whimper below him, feeling caged in and safe, his cock reaching deep into their body, hitting all of their most sensitive spots as he bucks his hips against theirs.
Yuu feels themself getting closer. Unable to articulate, they tap his shoulder whimpering his name over and over again like a prayer.
“Jamil- Jamil, close!” They whine, tilting their head back against the pillow and clutching him tightly. He kisses their throat as his hips stutter against them.
“Yeah come on, let go, you can cum.” He encourages, and they listen, their body trembling as they squirt around his cock. He lets out a deep groan as they tighten on him, and he releases into the condom, filling it as he lets go.
He collapses over them, breathing deeply. They pant against each other as they revel in the afterglow, their bodies damp with sweat and the sheets smelling like sex. After a long moment, he pulls out of them carefully, and tosses the condom in a nearby trash can. He stands up and walks to the bathroom; they watch him nervously, not wanting him to leave yet. Before they can get too worried, he returns with two cups of water, handing one of them to Yuu. He drinks from his own and runs a hand through their hair.
“You were amazing.” He says lowly.
They nuzzle into his hand and hum lightly.
“Mm, you’re really good.”
They finish their waters quickly, and Jamil puts the cups aside. He takes a towel from the bathroom, wetted with warm water and wipes down their skin, from the dampness on their stomach to between their legs. Once he’s done, he settles next to them on the bed and pulls the covers over them both. He shifts so they can rest their head on his chest. He rubs a hand over their shoulder and their legs tangle together under the blankets. They fall asleep together after only a few minutes, the night passing slowly outside the cozy room.
When the morning comes, Jamil rises first. He looks at the time and sighs, knowing he has to return to Kalim. He looks down at Yuu, still fast asleep and smiles to himself, playing with a strand of their hair. He dresses himself, and looks around the hotel room for a moment before finding a pen and paper. He writes them a small note, before quietly stepping out of the room.
***
Once Yuu wakes, they frown, seeing that they’re alone. they sigh, before they notice a piece of paper folded and sitting on their phone. They take it and read its contents.
’I had to go to work, but I had a nice time. We’ll be seeing each other more often, text me.’ Below the writing is a phone number. They sigh happily, and smile to themself, before adding his number to their phone and sending a quick text to say hello. They relax and get ready for the day, knowing that they’ll see him again soon.