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This dream
To the end of this night
Take you to somewhere deep
As the blare of the club speakers drown his ears with its bass, Junhui checks himself in the mirror. Slick blonde hair messed up just a little so the fringe would fall over his left eye seductively, tailored cedan suit to show off his godly body proportions, ebony button down shirt unbuttoned enough to expose his chiseled chest, and black diamond necklace with the perfect length to make sure it accentuates his neck and collarbones.
A group of young men his age enters the bathroom, all of them eye fucking him. Junhui acts like he pays them no mind but manages to remove just one more button as he smirks subtly at himself in the mirror, perfectly pleased with himself.
Like a white butterfly
Attracted to a flame
Instincts guide me to follow
Knowing it's dangerous
Junhui bops his head a little, enjoying the song and the attention. However, as soon as one of the cubicles opened and this red haired man came out, all the eyes in the bathroom were drawn to him. Junhui's smirk widens even more, intrigued. The guy in question fixes his hair, dark eye liner highlighting his sharp and glaring eyes. He retrieves a light pink lipstick from the back pocket of his leather pants and puckers his lips, applying the tint as slowly as possible as if he’s aware that several pairs of eyes are watching his every stroke. Once he's done, he replaces the lipstick where it belonged previously. If you ask the people in the bathroom which pocket he keeps it this time, no one will get it correct, for Mr. Fiery arches his back to reach down, exposing his perked up nipples with his see through mesh top.
This must be him. This must be
the
Xu Minghao, Club Limbo's ace stripper. Junhui finally meets the other’s eyes, succumbing him in a hypnotic daze. From the outside, they seem like they have found an admirer but in reality, they have met each other's
rival
.
Close your eyes
Follow the light that awaits you
Minghao has long been gone, summoned by one of the bouncers not long after their eyes met. Junhui opted to stay in the bathroom, refining his desired look of being the perfect catch and the perfect hunter at the same time.
The moment he steps out to the main club, curious eyes follow Junhui wherever he goes. Like clockwork, his ringed hands unclasps another button, leaving a sole one just above his waistband, barely hiding his abdomen. Several faint gasps are made as his ebony shirt flails, flexing his muscles out of delight for the constant influx of attention.
As much as he wants to feed his ego, Junhui tames his narcissism for the meantime and gets on to business. He makes his way to the VIP table with his name on it and crosses his legs, even tapping his high end black loafers in anticipation for the star of the show.
A dream in a dream
Sweet dream
A light yet sultry voice sings these two lines, like a sweet siren humming his death call, from backstage. The patrons are starting to clap, some are even howling . A stripper who can sing, what a delightful menace , Junhui cocks an eyebrow — senses heightened, ego threatened.
The curtains slide open, Junhui huffs.
I thought I was performing for a strip club, why do I feel like I'm in a fucking opera?
The blonde looked around, checking for the audience's reaction but was only met by people in awe while staring at the stage. He clenches his fist, irritation slowly turning into rage.
Who the fuck are they looking at?
Ready to throw a fit, Junhui whips his head only to catch himself gawking as well.
Don't hesitate
Your dream will be a reality
The spotlight shines bright, pointing to a glass centerpiece with a clear beaded curtain, forming an illusion of rainfall. What traps everyone in a trance, however, aren't the props but the performer himself, Minghao, clad in a see through bedazzled flowy white robe. The azure light reflects on the beads, casting a mystical glow around Minghao, like he doesn't belong to this mortal world. Junhui dares not to look down, unsure if he'll be prepared with what lies below that snatched waist. Uncertainty is foreign to him, being someone who was always sure of himself ― that he is the best, most attractive, most desirable . Before his mind gets drowned in an ocean deep of questions, Minghao sways his head sideways ever so slightly yet the audience, even Junhui himself, follows him with their eyes.
The stripper's face is angled sideways, showing off his prominent jawline and his neck. Oh dear Lord, his neck. How can a body part be this seductive... long and lithe, perfectly twisted as it shows off his throat connected to his deep collar bones that are begging to be marked with scarlet hickeys. I want to make those hickeys . Junhui suddenly blinks, catching himself falling in an abyss of lewd thoughts. He reaches for his cocktail slowly, adamant to hide his shaking hand. The cause of the tremor, whether it's his building up insecurity or his desire to fuck and manhandle his rival, is an internal battle yet to be solved.
Minghao's hands slowly surround his neck while looking straight ahead with such a deadly yet sultry gaze, graceful fingers enveloping his throat and by the time it was tight enough, he moans .
The cocktail in Junhui's hand almost spilled with how fast he put it down, staining the white table cloth with a blood red hue. With his remaining composure, Junhui fixes his suit, reclaiming his facade. However, Minghao was up for blood tonight, noticing the fiasco on Junhui's table and deciding to fix his eyes on the blonde. Oh shit .
Minghao has this way of staring right through your soul like he knows you, like he owns you . Junhui refuses to falter, a smirk plastered on his face despite feeling the discomfort in his groin.
Listen
I've been looking for the love
Junhui blinks for a millisecond, and Minghao's robe is already a forgotten pile of clothing on the floor as he makes his way towards the blonde’s direction. Seemingly, the scarlet haired stripper has a penchant for arching his back, mastering it by now as his spine curves as sensual as possible with every step. Now in front of Junhui, Minghao kneels and waves his body as he bends forward. One of his arms reaches for the blonde, almost grazing his lips, before pulling away completely.
Minghao then lies on his back, arching it like a cat in heat while eye fucking Junhui. His hands travel downwards, roaming his chest to pinch his own erect nipples ornamented by a white lace chest harness. Gasps and hoots fill the club as people start throwing their money on stage, pulling Junhui out of his distraction. The blonde catches his stunning reflection on the cocktail glass, taking him completely out of Minghao's spell. Junhui smirks, brushing his hair back as usual. No one is as gorgeous as me after all.
Junhui removes the final button of his undershirt as he looks for the sound director, who in fact, is staring at him as he undresses. The blonde gives him a wink while nodding, signaling the start of the real show.
Welcome to my lost world
Can't stop me now
The song completely changed, from Minghao's bossa nova to something dark medium pop, stirring confusion in the audience. Junhui stands and kicks his seat backwards, earning alarmed glances. The blonde jumps to the stage, feet landing on Minghao's either side who was still on the floor, dumbfounded like the onlookers.
Junhui crouches, hips rolling down to graze on Minghao's crotch, earning a hiss and a death glare from the latter. A moment of silence resonated in the audience, the stillness so deafening even a pin drop can be heard. Junhui tilts his head, showing off his chiseled jawline and flashes Minghao a cold blooded impish grin while saying, "Your audience is mine now, honey." I'll take everything that's yours and make it mine.
With his signature smug smirk, Junhui yanks down his blazer and undershirt, revealing his whole back black wings tattoo. One of the VIP patrons made a suggestive prolonged whistle and the booming applause from the audience followed.
Minghao forcefully removes his lapel mic, throwing it on the floor as he finally addresses Junhui with utmost vexation. "Who the fuck are you and why are you ruining my show?"
The blonde completely removes his upper garments, throwing it towards one of the audience who catches it with a moan. "Ruining? Honey, I'm making it better ."
Minghao is far from amused. In fact, it seems like he wants to bash Junhui in the head right now with how lethal his gaze is. The redhead squirms underneath Junhui, legs folding so he can escape under this cruel yet attractive stranger.
The stripper may be quick but Junhui's reflexes are faster, retrieving his belt from his waist before Minghao can completely get away from him. The sound of a whip in contact with the ground resonates throughout the stage, startling everyone who's watching. Junhui looks down grinning like the devil and lewdly wraps the whip around Minghao's exposed neck.
Do you want me to set you free?
Junhui whispers the lyrics of the song in Minghao's ear, licking the latter’s piercings languidly like he's savoring an ice cream made of creampie.
It took everything in Minghao not to moan as soon as Junhui's moist tongue touched his skin, the contrast between the cold metal accessories and the blonde's warm touch made him embarrassingly aroused. "Fuck you," Minghao manages to protest, shoving Junhui's exposed chest away only for the latter to not even budge.
"Fuck me ?" Junhui stands slowly as he tugs harshly on the whip surrounding Minghao's neck, pulling the redhead up without a choice. The stripper almost loses his balance but Junhui catches him in his arms right away and teases. "I'm afraid I'll do that to you if you lose tonight, honey."
Minghao's eyes momentarily glazed over with lust and even consideration but he quickly shakes his head and keeps his arms to himself. "Lose? Where is the competition, asshole?"
"Are we really talking about asses now?" Junhui tugs the whip once more, making their almost bare chests press against each other as the blonde gropes Minghao's ass, exposing the redhead's lace white thong underneath his sheer white pants. The audience gasped, entranced by the heated and very revealing drama on stage. "Your greedy boss wanted more patrons so he commissioned me to be your 'rival' and see the people's reaction."
"Are you even good enough to be one?" It's Minghao's time to smirk while raising his pierced eyebrow. The stripper will never back down from a fight especially with such an intriguing competitor. The redhead starts swaying his hips, inching his way closer to Junhui's. Before their lower bodies come into contact, Minghao suddenly drops his see through pants, whole body exposed except for the minimal coverage offered by his chest harness and his thong. "You may look good," Minghao dares to play with Junhui's ego as he grazes his hand over the blonde's abs, tracing a prominent vein leading to his happy trail. "
Very
good for that matter. However, good looks don't always bring money."
"Pull my pants down if you want to see money rain in this club, honey," Junhui urges the redhead, tightening the whip around the latter's neck.
Minghao's fingers succumbed to temptation. As they snake farther down, the redhead unzips Junhui's suit pants and allows it to fall. His eyes quickly follow the garment, widening them when he sees Junhui's bulge underneath his black leather brief. Minghao admits to himself that he shares the unanimous whistle of the crowd as they admire Junhui's physique. However, he keeps it to himself, prideful as always.
Junhui can feel Minghao's eyes roam his body, earning yet another raised eyebrow when the latter notices his knee pads. "What are those for?"
The blonde just tilts his head and winks, finally removing the whip around Minghao's neck. With a snap of his fingers, the spotlight moves to the pole on the downstage. It took Minghao several seconds to connect the dots and he shivers, intoxicated with tension and most importantly with arousal .
Reborn in my limbo
Burning in my limbo
Junhui brushes his hair back with his fingers and subtly drops his rings on the floor while removing his shoes. From afar, Junhui's hands appear pristine and well kept but Minghao is close enough to notice the callouses on them, probably from hours of pole dancing. Rough fingers around my neck as the owner equally roughs me up from behind... Minghao's mind wanders and he shakes his head, halting himself and his tarnished thoughts.
The blonde is now encircling the pole while touching it, making sure all eyes are on him including Minghao's. Once he's satisfied with the attention, Junhui pulls himself up four times in a circular pattern before spreading his legs open, exposing his lower body even more. The crowd's breaths halt, mesmerized by the adonic view. It was when Junhui started spinning around the pole with only his arms as support that the audience dared to make a noise, clapping and howling as paper bills started to pile up on stage.
Junhui straightens up his body once again and while still suspended above, he rubs his groin on the pole while giving Minghao a suggestive half-lidded gaze. As Junhui pulls himself up and down, Minghao can imagine himself doing the same thing ― in bed, while the blonde is impaling him. The redhead bites his fingers to obscure his moan, eyes wide as he watches Junhui's abs flex, muscles in complete equilibrium.
The blonde flips his body midair, now using his brawny thighs which are hooked on the pole to twirl himself. Junhui dangles his upper body, exposing it to the audience. His leather briefs are way below his hips, a happy trail enticing the viewers and luring them to his substantial bulge. Minghao swallows audibly, thanking his past self for removing his mic earlier or else everyone will know that the thirst he's feeling right now can only be quenched by the man who was hired to steal his job from him.
Junhui's arms straighten downwards and professionally uses them to be his anchor this time, twirling himself around the pole before his body finally faces the crowd upright. He slowly brings his torso down and lands on his knees before grinding hard on the floor. Junhui’s back was on Minghao, granting the latter the full view of his wing tattoo, like a fallen angel destined to lead humanity to sin. The crowd roars which urges Junhui on, now humping the ground as he crawls forward. One of the VIP patrons is motioning the blonde to dance on his lap, a thick stack of cash idling on his table. Junhui's eyes sparkle in delight, determined to win tonight.
Wuh Psssh
A whip crack steals Junhui's spotlight. He looks to the direction of the sound only to find his whip in Minghao's hands, the rest of its length slithering behind the redhead like a viper's tail. Minghao is certainly not pleased, eyes boring holes into Junhui's soul as he walks towards him. The blonde can't help but to enjoy his lethal view. If his life will end tonight, seeing Xu Minghao clad in a white lace thong with a whip encircling his snatched waist is certainly the last vision he would gladly bring to the afterlife.
Reborn in my limbo
Burning in my limbo
As if the tables have turned, Junhui finds himself beneath Minghao, receiving the latter's sultry gaze.
Wuh Psssh
Minghao uses the whip one more time before he positions himself on Junhui's groin, rubbing his barely covered hole on the blonde's bulge. The redhead folds the whip several times but instead of keeping it, Minghao wraps it around his own wrists before placing them behind Junhui's neck.
Puzzled is an understatement to describe what Junhui is feeling right now. He is perturbed , concerned about his racing heartbeat as he can feel Minghao's ass grinding on his member. Fuck. Why do I want to bend him over backstage and make the audience listen to his moans as I ram inside him?
"What..." Junhui's sentence trails as Minghao inches closer and starts nipping on his jawline. "What exactly are you doing, Minghao? Are you forgetting we have a competition right now?"
"Fuck this competition," Minghao whispers, his lips now touching Junhui's with every word he utters.
What Junhui hears next will echo in his mind for the rest of the night, making him abandon this strife as well as his self control.
"Tie me to a pole and fuck me, instead."