The sun had set on a beautiful quiet day leaving darkness to consume the world. But this never lasted for long when the lights of the night turned on to reveal those who even in darkness continue on with their activities.

One in particular was a strip club, where a group of friends decided to enter that night.

"Desmond, come on I said I didn't want this."

"Really Jer you're 22! It's your birthday and we are gonna have a good night!"

"You can't stop us now Jeremy we're already here and you will enjoy your evening!"

"Jake really..." A sigh came from his lips.

Jeremy Fitzgerald was a college student that had turned 22 that day. He had light, slightly curly brown hair that went across his forehead and straight hair just down to the bottom of his ears as the ends curled up. Light green eyes looked away from his friends who continued to drag him into the place. Really though a strip club? They couldn't think of anything else?

"Ah you all must be new, always good to see new faces here in our club."

The group turned when they heard the voice but instantly had to back up in order to see the very tall man standing before them.

"Welcome to our club. My name is Mari I co-own this club with my partner." Mari smiled to the group. He stood to be at least 7 feet tall from what the group could make out. He had black hair that was slicked down with a part down the middle the hair more towards the left side; two pieces of bangs sticked up going to the right. Lastly his hair came down towards the bottom of his neck before sticking straight up. He wore a white shirt with a blue sash around his waist black pants and boots; he also wore a deep red coat that went down to just barely above his knees.

"May I ask...how tall are you?" Jake was the first to break out of their shock to ask him.

"I'm 6'10." The tall raven continued to smile to them placing a hand on his hip. "Now may I ask what brings you here to our strip club?"

"We're here to celebrate our friend's 22nd birthday." Desmond put his arm around the brunet's shoulder grinning.

Mari clasped his hands together. "Oh wonderful, let me be the first to wish you a Happy Birthday sir."

"T-Thanks...call me Jeremy."

"Jeremy, I hope you all enjoy what our club has to offer, you all are just in time for our show. Please take a seat. If you have any concerns don't be afraid to come and ask me." He winked before walking off.

"Man he's tall..."

"No kidding, come on let's sit down! I'll get us some drinks!"

"Jake I'm not drinking!"

"Lighten up Fitzgerald! It's your birthday and so you are!"

Jeremy was about to protest when the man already left. He sighed again as he was brought over by his other friends to sit down. This is what he gets letting them plan out his party...or just anything for his birthday. The lights in the place dimmed down and a spot light went on the stage not too far away from them.

A man walked out on stage wearing what looked to be a pirate outfit. A white slightly puffy undershirt with a tight over vest, a red sash tied around his waist with very nicely fitted brown pants and black boots. He had short fiery red hair that was straight as it went to mid neck curling up at the bottom with short bangs on both sides of his face stopping just below his amber eyes.

Wow pirate theme going on here... The brunet thought to himself when he saw him come on stage.

"Welcome everyone ta Pirate's Cove! Me be Foxy yer Pirate Captain fer tha night."

Now that makes sense; how did I not notice the name of this place?

"It be bringin' us much great pleasure ta see ye all comin' here ta see our wonderful performars! Me don' want ta keep ye all waitin' so witout furthar delay let me present ye wit our main performar. Mikey!" The redhead waved his hand back behind himself stepping off stage as the curtains opened up.

Walking out on stage, as music was playing, was a man wearing black booty shorts with a very see through security guard shirt with the top few buttons undone. A security hat rested on his head covering his hair but deep blue eyes stared out at the crowd. Taking hold of the pole, Mikey used it to spin on and dance.

Jeremy's jaw nearly dropped as he stared up at the dancer. Eyes glued to his every movement. Holy crap...he's hot...damn he has such a nice ass...and is he dancing in heels?!

Mikey moved his hips seductively pulling down on his shorts as a hand went down his chest outlining his very tone and lean figure. He grinned hearing cheers and whistles coming from the crowd. Blue eyes scanned the crowd as they caught sight of light green ones. Oh he's a cute one!

The brunet notice that the man on stage was looking at him. He blinked shyly looking away with a light blush on his cheeks.

Taking hold of the pole again, Mikey climb up it as he twisted and turned moving down it in fluid motions that showed off just how really flexible he was.

Jeremy had looked back up in time to see this as he was once more awestruck at the performance.

Mikey saw that the cute brunet was looking his way again. He landed back on the stage ending in the splits causing for more whistles and cheers. The stripper opened up more buttons on his shirt as he crawled forward towards where Jeremy was grinning while beckoning him on with a finger.

W-Wait is he seriously beckoning me on stage?! He didn't want to go on, but he felt himself being pushed out of his seat.

"Go Jer he's calling for you!"

"Yeah don't keep the man waiting!"

"Hey hey hey! Don't!" But in the end he was pushed towards the stage close enough for Mikey to grab hold of him.

The stripper helped pull him on stage as he stood up with him. Mikey pulled him back towards the middle of the stage while turning him to face the crowd.

Jeremy was blushing madly as he watched this man around him using himself as the pole.

"Don't be so tense cutie relax."

Glancing to the side, he heard the voice so close to his ear that he felt the breath on it. "I-I..."

Mikey was in front of him swaying his hips to the music mostly to show off his ass to everyone. "I can tell you're really nervous," He poked his chest grinning. "But don't worry there's nothing to be nervous about I don't do anything." The man came back around behind him as he trailed his hands along his chest pulling up his shirt while teasingly unbuttoning his pants pulling the zipper down. "That bad that is."

Everything was spinning around him as it was very overwhelming. Jeremy felt Mikey's hands on him even at one point moving his body with his. It felt so surreal; who would have thought this would have happened to him?

A chuckle came by his ear. "I'll let you go cutie, do stay a while longer." Mikey led him off stage to where his friends were waiting as he went back to dancing.

The brunet was pulled by Jake...Desmond...someone back over to their seats. His face was still a deep red his eyes trailing back up to see the last of the man's performance.

Mikey couldn't take his eyes off the brunet cutie during the last of his show. He bowed once he finished hearing the cheers from the crowd. The man noticed Jeremy clapping for him; grinning he took his security hat off throwing it towards him.

Shocked from the sudden projectile coming his way, the college student managed to catch the hat earning him grins and whistles from his friends which didn't help towards his blush. He looked up to catch glimpse of Mikey's coal black hair that was short coming down to just below his ears. Then one lone spike of hair coming out at the top though was pushed down a bit from the hat being on it.

"Way to go Jeremy! You caught the attention of this club's best dancer!"

"I knew our dweeboo could do it! Our child is growing up so fast Desmond!"

"Oh not that again cut it out you two." Jeremy glared at his best friends which just made them laugh.

"Though seriously Jer you really did."

"Don't be dragged into their games Edmond or you'll become it."

"Jake! He called us an it!"

Jake faked a gasp. "We take offense young man! You don't treat your parents like that!"

The brunet rolled his eyes looking back down at the hat.

Desmond and Jake looked at one another once more before grinning. They nodded as they instantly began to push the man.

                   }{***}{

"Mike you have a request waiting for you in room 8."

"Thanks Freddy! I'll be there soon!" Mike called out to the security guard as he went back to changing out of his costume.

"Mike I told you we were going with the animal theme tonight. Why the hell were you wearing that?"

A groan came from the raven's lips as he turned to face a blond haired man with equally matching eyes. "How many times do we have to go through this Goldie I didn't like what I was wearing!"

Said man tapped his arm a glare send towards him. "Doesn't mean you can go against what I say! Michael come on already can't you listen to what I say?"

"When you get a better fashion sense." Mike finished putting on his clothes walking out.

"Michael!"

Sheesh why does Goldie keep complaining about what I wear? Everyone still loves it... Mike heads to room 8 to meet his next customer. He was very often requested by many people and it made him happy that people would. Both he and Goldie were the most popular dancers there even though Goldie had been here longer than he was. Shaking his head of his thoughts, the raven quickly made his way to the room as to not keep his guest waiting.

Opening the door, the stripper walked in to the fairly large room that contained a large sofa with a coffee table that had some drinks there already. Mike went up behind the sofa wrapping his arms around the man that sat there. "I hope I wasn't keeping you waiting for long."

"N-No n-not at a-all..."

The voice sounded familiar as he looked down to see Jeremy. "Ah the cute brunet." Mike came around taking a seat next to him a smile on his lips. "What a pleasant surprise, I didn't expect to see you so soon."

A bright red blush graced his cheeks at how close the other man sat next to him. "Y-Yeah...my friends dragged me here for my 22nd birthday and they thought this would be a good place."

"Really? Not too keen on this place?"

"N-No this place is really nice and fun...I-I'm just not use to this kind of thing. This is my first time to a place like this."

"Ah, I see." Mike still sat close to the brunet but leaned back on the couch. "I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself. My name is Michael Schmidt. You can call me Mike or Mikey." He smiled to him.

That smile was getting to him a lot; it was so soft, sweet, and cute. "M-My name is Jeremy Fitzgerald."

"It's nice to properly meet you Jeremy." The raven leaned back close to him. "From what you have told me you seem very wary. You have an idea on what we do here right?"

"I-I have an i-idea..." Jeremy's blush returned to him.

Mike smiled softly. "I don't want you to be afraid Jeremy, I'm here to make sure you have a good time. So I won't do anything that you don't want. Let me then ask you this, how far do you want to go?"

                     }{***}{

Sitting back, the raven went to take a towel as he cleaned both of them up. "How was it?"

"U-Um...r-really g-good..." The blush returned to the man's cheeks as he pulled up his boxers and pants.

"I'm glad that it was enjoyable." Mike tossed the towel to the side as he poured a glass of wine. "Want some?"

"I-I'm okay...t-thank you for the o-offer though."

The stripper sat back next to him drinking a bit of the wine. "Has our club been good to you? Especially on your birthday?"

Jeremy sat up once he fixed himself. "Y-Yeah it's been very good. I've been enjoying my t-time here."

He smiled a soft sweet one to him. "Always glad to hear, and I hope I've been good to you also?"

"Y-You've been great! R-Really..." The brunet's blush darkened as he looked away.

Mike chuckled. "Wonderful, I'm glad for that especially Jeremy. Hate to think that I made your day any worse."

Shaking his head, the college student turned his head to look back at him. "N-No you've been wonderful."

"Lovely to hear." He leaned over kissing his cheek. "Was there anything else you wished to do?"

"N-Not at the m-moment."

"Then if you don't mind I have another show to get to."

"O-Of course! I-I'm not keeping you a-am I?"

Mike set the glass down as he stood up. "Not at all," He helped the boy up. "I've enjoyed our time greatly. And I hope you enjoy the rest of your time here at the club." The raven opened the door.

Jeremy looked up at him the blush ever present. "I-I will."

Smiling, the man pulled him close to him. "Because you have been so sweet I'll let you take a little feel."

"H-Huh?" The brunet felt his hand be taken around to grope the stripper's ass. As if the blush could get any deeper at that point.

"I only let those who I like get a little feel; pretty nice though right?"

Beyond nice holy crap... A gulp came as he just nodded to the man.

Mike chuckled. "You're very modest, I hope to see you again Jeremy." He let him go first blowing him a kiss waving.

Unsure on how to respond, the college student just waved back giving a small smile of his own before returning to his friends.

The stripper kept up the happy facade until the other left then he let it waver. He always felt sad after these types of meetings because he knew what it meant.

Never again would he see that boy.

It was always obvious. Those innocent type men came only once and afterwards he would never see them again. Same process each and ever time. Why would this be any different?

                }{***}{

"Mike what's going on you're not really into it." Goldie pulled the raven back towards him pressing up to him while swaying their hips together.

Both Goldie and Mike performed together on stage which always brought the crowd in more with cheers and whistles. Though unknown to the crowd, Mike was not at all putting his most effort into this dance. His mind was clouded more with the fact that he wouldn't see Jeremy again. Usually these feelings would last a little while then fade away but this was especially plaguing his mind. What about this brunet that made him stand out more than the rest?

"Oi Michael."

"What Goldie? We have a performance to do." The raven sneered back quietly as he wrapped his leg around his waist pushing up off the floor.

The blond man glared a bit picking him up when the stripper pushed off the floor. He twirled them around bringing them over to the pole where he pushed Mike up on it.

Eye's slightly widening, Mike looked back down at him with a questioning look before climbing up with Goldie.

Both men used the pole and each other to twist around it dodging one another while connecting their movements so that at the bottom Goldie landed first catching Mike his arms as the raven wrapped an leg back around his waist with arms around his neck.

The crowed cheered for their elaborate performance.

Mike bowed with Goldie as they both moved off stage.

"Something troubling you Foxy?"

Foxy was brought out of his thoughts looking up to see Mari standing next to him. He softly sighed letting a hand rest on his hip the puffiness of the shirt now in full bloom with the vest not present. "Ay, Mikey thar be lookin' ta be vary out of 'is dance."

"How so?"

"Like...'e be...thinkin' bout something."

Mari gently wrapped his arm around his shoulders. "Then why don't you go and talk to him? Maybe there is something on his mind and he needs someone to talk with."

The redhead nodded pulling down the taller raven into a light kiss. "Ay, me shall." He smiled before heading off backstage in hope of finding the stripper.

"Will you give it a rest already?! I told you I'm fine!"

"Not with all that yelling you are!"

...Well it could be worse...they could be throwing things. And before that could occur, Foxy came up to them placing his hand on Mike's shoulder. "Mikey."

Said man turned around to face the other instantly ceasing his yelling. "Foxy..."

"Lad, meet me in me office."

"But-"

"Now. Mike."

Michael closed his mouth as he nodded. He followed the other as they went up to his office. Did he really have to talk about this now? Even after they came in and closed the door the man stayed close to the door arms clasped together down in front of him. "Foxy please..."

"Mikey ye be out of it when ye be performin'. What be on ye mind?"

"N-Nothing really."

Foxy crossed his arms looking at him. "Ye can't lie ta me that easily lad, we want ta 'elp ye Mike. Talk ta us."

He bit his lip now rubbing his arm. "I-I u-um...m-met another g-guy...s-sweet guy...fluffy brown hair and beautiful green eyes...b-but..."

The redhead knew where this was going. They all knew of Mike's attractions to the innocent type. "The lad be innocent ain't 'e?"

"I-I know it c-can't w-work out but...t-this time it h-hit me much h-harder than usual..."

Softly sighing, Foxy came up to him gently pulling the man more into the room before hugging him. "It will be okay laddie, ye will find the right man fer ye."

Mike hugged him back sniffing fighting back the tears that were threatening to fall. He then mumbled out some words.

"What was that Mikey? Me didn' 'ere ye."

"H-Help me f-forget..."

"Wha-" Foxy was taken off guard when the raven kissed him pulling him flushed against his own body. The redhead pushed him back enough to speak. "Mikey come on lad ye don't-"

"Please Foxy...please help me..." Mike felt his tears falling down his cheeks. "I don't want to bring my hopes up again...please..."

How could he resist his request? Foxy nodded to him pulling him back down into a kiss.

With the tears still falling, Mikey kissed him back hugging him closer to his body letting his hand lace through his crimson hair.

                   }{**}{

After catching his breath, Mari, who had come in during their activities, slowly sat up holding a sleeping Mikey to his chest gently running his hand through his hair. "What happened Foxy?"

"Tha lad be likin' anothar lad tha requested 'im tanight." Foxy got up getting some tissues to clean them up.

"Another innocent one?"

"Seems like it." He came back over having found some and started to clean them up.

Mari moved Mike when Foxy cleaned their stomach. "What did he look like?"

"Mmmm...Mikey described 'im wit fluffy brown 'air an' pretty green eyes."

"Jeremy?"

"Ye know tha lad?"

The taller raven shook his head. "No, but a group of what looked to be college students came in to celebrate the 22nd birthday of one of them named Jeremy. He did look to be pretty innocent to me; he didn't seem to like that he was here."

"This 'ere Jeremy made Mikey 'appy fer a while."

"...Then why don't we make it be for longer?"

Foxy started to put his clothes back on when he looked over at him. "What ye be gettin' at Mari?"

"What I'm getting at is that why don't we get his number? Nothing will be decided yet, but this way there is a chance that something could."

"Ye be sure bout this Mari?"

Mari nodded. "Yeah, who knows he could be the one."

Scratching his head, Foxy shrugged. "Well we can try."

"Perfect! Now go before they leave. It's close to closing time by now and as you can see we're naked and you are dressed. Go go!"

"Ay ay me will me will." The redhead turned going out of the office back into the club. He saw that people were beginning to leave as their security was ushering them out. "Now...fluffy 'air...fluffy 'air..."

Meanwhile Jeremy was with his friends as they were out of the club heading to their cars; his phone came out as he was sending a text.

"Oh come Jer! You can't say that you didn't enjoy your time here!"

"I haven't said anything Desmond."

"Exactly! What were your thoughts?! You still have the hat that one stripper threw at you!"

Jeremy sighed putting his phone away. "Listen guys I appreciate all that you have done, but-"

"Wait! Don'-whoa!"

The group of friends turned around to see Foxy there looking about ready to fall but had caught himself just in time before he did.

"Me be okay."

Jeremy went up to him first having remembered the man who introduced Mike. "You're...Foxy was it?"

Said man straightened up putting his hands on his hips. "Indeed me be. Are ye Jeremy?"

"Yes I am."

"Parfect! Me be 'ere ta ask ye fer ye number."

The brunet blinked. "My...number?"

"Ay, not fer me laddie, but fer 'ere Mikey."

"For Mike?" Jeremy did like the thought of meeting the man again, and outside the stripper club would be better. A very faint blush came to his cheeks before he nodded to Foxy. "Y-Yeah...I don't mind."

Smiling, Foxy pulled out a pen and a slip of paper handing it to Jeremy. Once he finished writing his number, the redhead took back the pen and paper. "Tank ye laddie, Mikey will be sure ta call ye soon. Now take care all of ye, 'ope ta see ye again." Foxy waved to them before heading back to the club.

"Were you able to get it?" Mari came out fully clothed with a sleeping Mike, who was also dressed, in his arms.

Foxy held up the slip of paper. "Ay." He folded it while slipping it into Mike's jacket pocket.

"Good job, is it alright if we can come to your apartment tonight? I don't want to leave Mike by himself tonight."

"Tha be fine Mari, let's 'ead ta me car."

                         }{**}{

The sunlight beamed in through the slightly opened curtains. It traveled across the room until it hit the figure laying on the bed. That figured stirred before forcing their eyes open getting into direct contact with the sun's rays.

"Ow...that's bright..." Sitting up, there was sheets along with a blanket over them seeing the clothes they wore before coming to the club last night. "Wait...this isn't my apartment...Foxy's? Wait...I remember falling asleep after what we did...so then he took me home? Mari would be here too so they took me here."

Mike got up off the bed rubbing his eyes as he surveyed the area. He had to be in one of the guest bedrooms. Just before be he walked out something caught his eye.

A piece of folded paper laid on the floor close around where he first got up.

"What the?" Mike went over and picked up the folded paper. He opened it reading what was inside. Eyes widened at what he saw written there. "N-No...n-no this can't be..."

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