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Busy Friday night in the city! People moving up and down the streets, cars filling the paved roads, causing a messy traffic jam. People were quickly crossing the crosswalks, afraid to be hit by a hasty driver. People seem to be crazy these days. The traffic lights flickered red and green in intervals which seemed like eternities… at least for one of the two lads.

The duo were inside a taxi cab, unfortunately stuck in that whole traffic jam situation. One of them – an athletic, buff German shepherd lad, with size and bulk worthy of a bodybuilder or a jock – was impatiently shaking one of his legs, huffing in pure annoyance. His companion – a chubby-physiqued, short raccoon lad, with an unusual chocolate and cream coat and pink hair and eyes – subtly kept an eye on his other friend, somehow worried about his hastiness and impatience. He tapped his index and middle fingers over his walking cane and tapped his feet over his backpack under his feet at the car’s floor, being also a tad annoyed with the traffic. Both heard the sound of the mild rain bathing the car and the others in the streets.

“C’mon, c’mooon…” – The dog huffed once more, furrowing his brows. – “Aren’t those cars going to move? Look, the lights are already green!”

“Ryan, it’s a traffic jam. People will take a while to actually move. Especially when it’s raining.” – The raccoon responded. – “Besides, we’ll be… fashionably late, isn’t it gonna impress him?” – He grinned a bit with the joke. His friend’s response to that was an annoyed eye roll, which made him raise an eyebrow. – “Geez, okay. You’re really eager for this show, eh? He does that every once in a week, what’s so special about tonight?”

“Of course I am, Vincent.” – He used his full first name, not his nickname. He was serious. – And today is special because he’ll stay for autographs. Someone’s gonna even be selected by himself for some behind-the-scenes talk. 15 minutes exclusively with him!” – He spoke with energy in his voice, excited and still impatient for the wait.

“Erm… you’re counting on luck alone to have some time with your idol?” – Tilting his head a bit to the left, Vincent asked. – “Couldn’t they, like, charge more for a guaranteed spot with him?”

Ryan sighed, lowering his shoulders a bit.

“... They did… but I didn’t have enough cash.” – With an inquisitive look from his friend, he blinked, twice, before proceeding. – “Look, I know, I was saving for three months for this, but I needed to save some cash for something more… important.”

“... More important than meeting your idol?” – A smirk. – “What are you planning to do?”

“Look Vince, I– It’s important.” – He didn’t meet his friend’s gaze. He was also… blushing? Huh?

At the moment he was going to comment on his friend’s blushing of the cheeks, they both heard the cab driver say the words Ryan wanted to hear so badly. “We’ve arrived, lads.”

The dog-lad exited the car in such haste, not caring about the rain – initially. He then barked and returned to the car to help his friend get out after he paid for the ride. Vincent, as shown by the need of a walking cane, had difficulties in mobility. Ryan made the kindness of carrying his friend’s backpack for him. As they both thanked the driver for his services and exited the car, both were pelted by the rain, which seemed to get thicker and stronger by the moment.

“Leave it to me.” – Vincent spins his walking cane twice, lifting the bottom of the object into the air. It began to briefly glow with a pink hue, suddenly conjuring an umbrella cover made of pure magical energy, its inside decorated with all kinds of occult sigils. – “Ta-da. Be a gentleman and hold it for me?”

“Oh, right! Magick. Cool!” – Ryan grabbed the walking cane – now working as an umbrella – and involved Vincent with one of his strong arms, giving him support while walking. Despite his friend’s mobility problems, the dog-lad rushed his steps progressively towards their destiny.

The Igneous Heart Club.

See, this wasn’t your run-out-of-the-mill nightclub. Its focus was on dancing performances, which doubled as a strip club. All kinds of sexy, attractive guys and girls going up on stage to impress and woo the crowds with their bare skin as their half-naked bodies danced, be it the classic poledance, to displays of agility and grace.

The star of the house was performing tonight, for the “Fan Friday” event, where the most prominent and famous of the club performed on stage, choosing one lucky fan at the end to get some backstage talk with their favorite performer free of additional charges. Ryan was counting on this; sheer luck, yes, but he was willing to give it a shot.

As they arrive at the club’s entrance, Vince dispels the umbrella effect from his cane, retrieving it from Ryan’s hand. Both presented their tickets and IDs so they could enter. When they finally get into, both get a bit… impressed by the sheer quantity of people. It was a full house tonight! Luckily enough, Ryan had reserved a table not-that-far from the stage (and, more luckily even, getting a discount due to his friend’s mobility issues.)

“Aaand… there it is! Table eleven!” – Ryan reaches for one of the chairs, pulling it so Vincent could sit down first, putting his backpack over the table in front of him, sitting in another chair right after. – “Done. Hey, do you want something to drink?”

“I’d gladly eat something, too. Lemme see their non-alcoholic beverages…” – As Vincent skimmed the menu, he signaled for a waiter to come. – “Um… I’d like a non-alcoholic fruit cocktail and a big portion of mozzarella sticks. Want something to drink, Ryan?”

“Er, what you asked too, I guess!” – He was staring at the empty stage, anxious for the performance to start. – “C’mon, c’mon… hey, how do I look?”

Vincent sighed, shaking his head twice while grinning. As their order was jotted down by the waiter, they proceeded to go get it done. He looks at his friend; shaking his leg, muscles all tensed up, expecting a positive response. Ryan was wearing his usual; a yellow sleeveless hoodie, gym shorts, sport shoes and a baseball cap to finish the deal. His whole outfit was… kind of an exotic pick for an ambient like that, but it did highlight his buff physical frame.

Vincent checked himself. He wore a long-sleeved pink hoodie with black jeans pants, with a pair of common, decent sneakers. He shrugged. Extending a friendly hand, touching his buddy’s left shoulder, he grins.

“Calm down, buddy. He’s not going to leave. Chill up a bit.” – He patted the other’s shoulder while saying this. – “Besides, you’re looking just fine.”

“Thanks… and I know, I know!” – Ryan huffs, impatient. – “But I gotta get this chance… Or else…”

As the raccoon was going to ask what he meant by that, the lights suddenly faded off to a minimum of luminosity. Mist and smoke – artificially generated – gathered at the stage, while spotlights beamed, criss-crossing the room. The crowd quivered in expectation as silence filled the room.

The speakers suddenly boomed with a voice all too familiar to those present.

“Ahh~... what a lovely night, my cherished fans~”

There was it. The deep, yet slightly effeminated voice, with that sweet, almost melodic tone. It was that voice. His voice.

Sebastian. The star of tonight’s show.

As the spotlights’ luminous beams gathered at a specific point on stage, there he stood. Wearing a black crop top with a pair of provocatively-short shorts, a bowtie and standing barefoot, Sebastian – a thin-but-fit, dirty-blond-haired domestic cat with a light brown coat, with cream-colored spots over his muzzle, chest, abdomen, tip of the tail, hands and feet – smirked at the crowd, his hazel-colored eyes reflecting the lights over him slightly, giving them an impressive gleam.

The club’s audience cheered in pure excitement and glee. Sebastian’s grin widened. As he walked throughout the stage, passing his hands near the fans’ extended hands, who desperately tried to grab him, he started his performance. Lifting a leg up to near his head, he arched a bit backwards, bringing his foot to the ground and spinning twice in place, darting backwards with a double backflip, returning to the centre of the stage.

As the audience cheered and the cat performed on the cross-shaped stage, Ryan couldn’t – as well as the rest of the audience – take his eyes off of his idol. Vincent followed, munching on a mozzarella stick.

“He’s… good at what he does.” – Vincent commented, seeing the cat move graciously through the stage, his dance performance flowing like water in a river. – “Geez.”

“Are you kidding?! He’s amazing.” – Still without averting his eyes from the cat, Ryan answered. – “Look at his moves! I would do anything to dance like that.”

“Heh. I myself couldn’t dance like this if you gave me three lifetimes to try.” – Vincent chortled a bit.

As Sebastian paced and performed, he slowly, but surely, stripped off his clothes while walking on stage. First his bowtie, threw aside to the fans. Then, he rips off his crop top; a classic staple of strippers indeed. He then stops on the edge closest to the two lads, lifting his hands up… slowly passing it throughout his whole body, reaching for his shorts, making a mention to take them off…

… then lifting his hands up, eyes closed and a mischievous grin on his face. The audience lets out a collective “Awww”, which suddenly falls silent with a gesture of his.

“... Those shorts are so tight… is someone brave and kind enough to help me take them off?” – Bringing an index finger to his lower lip as he bit it in the most provocative way possible, the crowd went crazy. Many hands extended up, desperate to draw his attention, desperate for a chance with him on stage.

The cat made another gesture of silence, slowly opening his eyes.

“Let me see… hmm… who could be the lucky person to do this kind gesture for me…”

As the spotlights’ rays darted through the room, people stood quiet in anticipation. He stood quiet, scanning his beloved crowd with those sharp, seductive hazel eyes. He turns his back to the crowd, walking a bit to the centre of the stage.

Snapping a finger, he giggles a bit. “I know who to call.”

He slowly walked to the edge of the stage. His hazel gaze scanned the crowd again, gleaming with an unnatural glow. He was… reading them.

Their emotions. Their desires. Their impulses. All of the crowd’s fervent passions glowed to him in manifold colors and hues as he read their auric impressions.

Ryan trembled in place, seeing the cat’s gaze quickly dart through the crowd. He locks eyes with someone…

… someone who wasn’t him.

“I already chose my special guest.”

“... Damn…!!” – He lowered his head, clenching his fists and holding back tears of frustration. – “... Why…?”

“... And it’s from table eleven.”

“Huh?!” – Both guys said as they looked at Sebastian as the crowd collectively gasped. Then, to each other. He was faking a choice before.

The strong lights beam down to both, which bothered their eyes a bit.

“Which one of the gentlemen would be kind enough to come here?” – Sebastian giggled provocatively. – “I only need one of you.”

Both Ryan and Vincent stare at each other; they were both blushing, Ryan more than Vincent. The raccoon-lad laughs a sincere laughter.

“Your chance!! Go!!” – He taps his friend’s back twice. – “Go have some fun!”

“Uh– Ah– Okay!!” – Ryan awkwardly gets up, trying to contain the blush on his face. He dashed through the crowd, accidentally bumping into some in the way. – “Oop! Sorry! My bad!”

“Calm down, lad, I won’t run from you…” – The crowd laughs, which brings a certain embarrassment for the dog-lad. – “... Quite the contrary. You’re a fine one~”

He helps the lad get up on stage. Ryan shook mildly from head to toe. His honey eyes locked in with Sebastian’s hazel ones. He gulped.

“... U-Uh…” – Ryan’s voice quivered. – “I… I am here. W-What should I do?”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow while smirking, which provoked more laughter from the crowd.

“Hey, treat my guest with some respect.” – Sebastian looked at the crowd while saying that in a scolding tone. He turns his gaze to Ryan, smiling that smile that simply made him melt away. – “You… should sit down a bit, lad.”

Snapping his fingers twice, someone from the staff quickly gets upstage and puts a chair behind Ryan, which still seemed frozen in place. Sebastian, then, gently gets closer and closer to him. He felt like his heart was going to burst. The cat-lad puts his hands over Ryan’s shoulders, which tense up, assisting him to sit down without any problem.

“Now…” – Sebastian grins, looking downwards at Ryan. – “... Would you be so kind as to take it off?”

“... Yes!! I mean, sure!” – The dog-lad’s breathing was intense and deep. As Sebastian gets a bit closer to him, he puts his hands over the shorts’ sides, touching his hips. – “... Here goes…”

Slowly, he pulled down Sebastian’s shorts. Meanwhile, the cat-lad slowly caressed the dog-lad’s back of the head with both his hands, which provoked a short moan from him.

“Someone likes my headpats, hmm~?” – The commentary made Ryan blush, which only amused Sebastian more. – “Aaalmost there…”

He lifted his feet one at a time, once his shorts were at his ankles. He then picks it up, tossing it to the side in the crowd’s direction, where his fans fought themselves over to snag it. Ryan, red as a pepper, could only lift his eyes to meet Sebastian’s… assets, covered only by a discreet jockstrap.

“My eyes are up here, doggie~” – He provoked. – “Liking what you see?”

“O-Oh!! S-Sorry!!” – Ryan reflexively leans back in the chair, breathing and panting heavily. – “I didn’t mean to–”

“Shh~... I didn’t say I didn’t like it.” – Sebastian held Ryan’s face between his hands. They locked eyes again. Licking his lips, tail swishing from side to side, he steps forward and sits on Ryan’s lap, their faces dangerously close. – “Enjoy~”

Having said that, the crowd goes with an impressed “Ooooh!” when the cat-lad started a slow, sensual lap dance over Ryan, which was simply frozen in place, red and burning. Involuntarily, as if by reflex, he embraces Sebastian, his hands on his back. The cat-lad raises an eyebrow… and grins.

“Pervy dog~... I’m enjoying it so much…” – He continued to lap dance, making sure his eyes were staring deep at Ryan’s.

“U-Uh–!! M-Me too!!” – His last sentence barely squeaked through his lips. His heart was going to burst… This was a dream. – “U-Uh– Um…”

“Yeees~?” – He stopped lap dancing, but still dangerously close, while still sitting on Ryan’s lap.

“... I need to… talk… to you.” – His words rattled themselves out of his throat, almost a whisper.

Sebastian stares at him with a calm, neutral expression on his face… which got closer to Ryan’s. Closer. Closer. Until they were almost touching each other’s noses. He grins.

“... I like you. Don’t worry. You’ll have your 15 minutes with me… just the two of us, no pesky staff or bodyguards, mmm?” – A daring move, letting himself be as vulnerable as that. – “Now… Do I have permission?”

He couldn’t think that he didn’t know what was coming next. His words quivered out, shy and flustered, but filled with growing lust.

“... Y… Yes.”

Sebastian lets loose a short laugh… and pulls Ryan in for a kiss. A passionate, involved kiss, tongues intertwining with each other as the crowd goes feral with hollering and applause.

Nothing mattered anymore. For both, there was no crowd, no club, no floor, walls and ceiling. There was just… them. And the warm feeling of passionate carnality.

Slowly… the cat-lad brings the kiss to a halt. He was the one in control, after all.

“... You’re good at this.” – He whispers, grinning. Now… cover your assets, boy. Someone here got overexcited.” – He teases, getting up.

“... You’re… wonderful…” – Ryan could only mutter this… and immediately cover up his crotch with the last sentence. – “UM– SORRY!”

“Shh~... I didn’t say I didn’t like it.” – He turns his back to the other, rubbing his tail’s tip on the dog-lad’s face. – “You’ll be the last one in line for backstage talk… I want to reserve the best for you~”

As he said that, Sebastian went to quit the stage via a hatch in the center of it. The crowd went with a long round of applause while Ryan was guided to get down off the stage. He goes up to Vincent, still woozy and disoriented with… all of that.

“Dude. Dude. RYAN!!” – He snapped his fingers twice at the front of the dog’s face. – “Hellooo! Incoming call from reality!”

“Uh–!! Sorry, sorry!!” – Ryan shook his head a few times. – “I was… kinda lost in thoughts, yeah.”

“Calling it “kinda lost in thoughts” is surely a way of putting it. But dude. What was THAT?” – Vincent was clearly dumbstruck.

“Oh, he does it at every Fan Friday spectacle.” – Said the other lad, in a matter-of-fact tone. – “Uhhh… yeah. I… I got to have a backstage talk session with him.”

“Lucky dog. And uh… Ryan, your…” – He winces away, blushing as he notices his friend’s… excitement in his pants.

“Ah–!! Sorry!!” – He sits down on his chair and covers his crotch with both hands. – “I just got– Erm–”

“Horny.” – Said Vincent, snickering a bit. – “Will it take long for your backstage talk?”

“I’m the last in line…” – He said while checking said line, far away. – “It will take a while.”

“... I’m ordering some fries.” – Sighing, impatient, he signals to the waiter, who promptly answers.

“Yeah, yeah, no problem…” – Those words escaped loose from Ryan’s mouth, still airheaded and dreamy from the events on stage.

It would take a while worth of waiting.