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Male Tiefling Burlesque Dancer (Sol) Part 2

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Warning: Some mild language. Long chapter ahead!!

Part 1

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Relationship: Male (nonbinary) monster x Asexual Female Reader (Modern AU)

Bourbon High Part 2

The Siren's Rouse was a dreadful yet familiar place for you, its flashing lights a luring illusion in oddly steadily your beating heart; streetlights dimly lighting the darkened parts of the bustling nightlife.

You told yourself you wouldn't be back: that this place would only bring back embarrassment, but now handing over your ID to the bouncer as he let you through, past the cladded red rope, brought the familiar chills you once felt when you first entered with unfamiliarity.

It could've been foolish by anyone: seeing a lonely girl underdressed simply at a strip club, anyone could see that it was as if you were looking for something- asking for trouble to come your way- but as much as that struck fear in your mind and heart, you could only hope that the person you were looking for was there this night.

The floors were littered with people of all races: humans and monsters, all giving you strange looks; some more obvious than others, hands lingering as if ready to snatch you up to dance with, others keeping their hands as far away from you as possible.

You only kept your head down low, following the small path to what you hoped led you to the remote bar, stationed with only one bartender, eying you carefully up and down.

"A water please."

He nodded as if he shifted into a different mode of control, effortlessly pulling on tap a glass of water and resuming to cleaning the cups, letting you imagine if you had been there all along and he had just handed a free cup to no one.

You took your glass and said your timid thanks, but you doubted he had heard over the blasting of music, thrumming loudly in your ribcage and spilling out the swears that came from the lyrics, dancers already in their places on the poles and some on their stages. Still, no sign of him.

"I think I remember you from last time?" A warm hand was placed around your shoulder, making you flinch as you pulled yourself to look into the familiar warm lavender eyes of someone you briefly recalled.

You stepped back in surprise by the bright appearance of the woman, her silver locks pulled elegantly into a low bun, a few strands framing her slim face, the same red silk ribbon around her neck and dressed in the low-slung pale fur coat, a welcoming smile curving to meet her eyes.

"Madame Opal?" Her name was like caffeine on the tip of your tongue, slipping out when you remembered her most famous name.

"The one and only!" She laughed warmly and smoothly, like smooth whisky being poured into a tall glass. "I didn't forget the special birthday girl." She gave you a wink. "How was your evening with Iris Nova?"

That name, a name you never wanted to forget. It brought your heart to stammer like an outdated record player, the smile from your face dropping, cheeks rouged even in the low light. The Madame seemed to smirk at the change in your demeanour, pulling you easily to sit at in a booth in a secluded area.

"What brings you here? Your friends had other places to be?"

"I wanted to come alone tonight. Thought I would try and be brave for once."

Madame Opal smiled at that, "Brave girl indeed. I don't think I know many who would have the balls to come here alone. Still, shame on your friends for not escorting you. They seemed a bit... inane."

That was certainly one word to call them. You sipped on your drink lightly, mind wishing it had been alcohol to subdue your senses and judgement, but you needed to be sober to see him.

"But as I said, there are always ways to develop into a better person. Your courage is certainly of note." Her long nails tapped in tune to the deep-bass song, eyes drifting to whoever was on stage before glancing slowly, languidly, back to meet your gaze.

"I'm assuming you're wanting to see him again, hmm?"

Her assumptions were startling, bringing a rush of heat that spread through from your face to your chest, spreading like wildfire, suffocatingly tight. It was like she had looked right through to you, seeking so easily something you didn't even think you knew yourself.

You choked on your own words. "That... I-- perhaps."

"Ah, Iris does have this way of luring people back to him, it's a gift he has so well in using." Oh. That was what stung, you had to be reminded, he was performing not just for you, but for others, using this as a professional job and not picking favourites. "That being said, I can happily book a room for the two of you backstage. I would just have to ask him-"

"No, not like that!" You spluttered, hands rattling the table as you startled the both of you. "I mean... just seeing him if he has a break would be nice. Nothing too long."

Madame Opal didn't seem to answer at first, but her eyes did all the talking. A thick, horrible tension that you wished could suffocate and swallow you whole. She finally smirked, lifting her fingers to rest against her cheek. "As you wish. I'll see that he is free for the rest of the night."

"That-- it's not necessary-"

"Dearest, sometimes in life, we cannot help but be lured by such sweet things." She touched your hand, warmth never seeming to put you to ease. "Make sure you have a good, safe evening."

You didn't respond to her words as she wordlessly stood back up tall, "I hope to see you around, we have some good numbers out this evening. The dancers await their crowd." And walked away, seemingly disappearing through the crowds regardless of her height.

You sat still in your lonely booth, recollecting her words, the only ones coming to mind were loudly spoken in time with those cheering to the next song coming on. "What the fuck."

You made it eventually to the middle of the stage with some effort other others shoving past you, others not hearing your pardons to squeeze past, and by the time you got to where the main stage had been, the exhaustion of movement had rendered you slow and lethargic.

You found your way to find somewhere to sit, a barstool and high table just in almost reach of the stage, not thinking much of whether there were any cons to the practical front row seat, you settled your sore feet with others surrounding to get to their tables.

There, the music quieted as Madame Opal appeared from backstage, walking elegantly across as if her long legs were making her glide effortlessly. She appeared to of had an outfit change: the silver glittery dress was floor-length, allowing her to appear graceful as she traversed the stage.

The roar was deafening from the crowd, all cheering for what they knew was to happen next.

"Ladies and gentlemen, are you having a good time tonight?" Madame gave her usual words as the crowd roared louder with excitement, your heart pounding with the deep reverberation.

"I bring back to the stage one of your favourites, both on stage and in private." As if she was scouting the many faces of the large room, she found your face with ease, the microphone doing little to hide the smirk on her face.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it gives me the greatest pleasure to welcome to this stage, your Iris Nova."

When the cheer settled, the curtains opened and appeared thick grey smoke, taking over the entire stage, billowing to the floor surrounding, the lights settling to pinks and reds. In the middle of the stage, the silhouette of the man you remembered so fondly was situated in a chair, posed with his body nearly hanging off of it, long legs poised up in the air and resting against the back of it. The performance hadn't even begun and the sounds of joy were thunderous, and even you cheered shyly in anticipation.

When the lights came up to the stage, the tiefling was dressed in similar clothes from his last performance: slender legs dressed in fishnet tights and black stiletto pumps. He was dressed in what you could only describe was the theme of Halloween sorority party, the short shorts were not doing much to the imagination, leaving most of his cheeks on display in what could've been a thong, the police uniform was ripped and tight around his chest, a few buttons were undone to show most of his lavender skin.

Immediately upon seeing his outfit change, the familiar feeling started to spread across your body, hot and unyielding. Your eyes never left the stage.

The tiefling smirked cheekily to the audience, pulling playfully something from his pocket as he stalked the stage, swinging the handcuffs with controlled grace.

His eyes were everywhere and anywhere, scouting someone you could only think was going to be his 'assistant', before his figure was just in front of you, eyes lifting and batting his heavy eyelashes at you.

It was as if time itself at froze to a complete standstill, music and people have forgotten about as you swore his eyebrows lifted with what you could describe as a surprise to see you there, before the usual sly smile appeared back on his handsome face, beckoning a finger to you, winking your way.

Oh, fuck.

You looked around you to make sure he wasn't pointing to someone else, pointing shamelessly at yourself. Yes, you. His eyes could've eaten you whole, grinning with white teeth, as you shakily and slowly got up from your table, making your way to the bottom of the stage, a sea of jealous eyes letting you through where he awaited for you.

You were taken into his arms easily as the crowd still cheered for what was coming next, as Sol smiled down at you, leaning over to your ear. "I didn't think I would see you again." His words were hushed and low in your ear, setting shivers down your spine as he led you to the same chair he sat at, the music helping in some ways as you familiarised yourself with the lyrics.

Once sat down, Sol danced around you, holding the handcuffs up as you looked anywhere but the crowd. You thanked anything for Cato and Luken not being there with you, they would've certainly had been recording this event going down.

Sol circled once more, leaning into your ear as he prepared something behind you. "You trust me right?"

You nodded with some nerves bubbling in your throat, not once sure when you would answer him properly. He hummed into your hair, the sound so airy and light, like wind carrying leaves so carefully.

"Good, you sit pretty for me and keep those arms behind the chair. I'll do the rest." With a click, the handcuffs were gone from his grasp, but there was no restriction around your wrists.

Sol moved around again as the crowd cheered with his following moves, handing touching at you but not at the same time, his hands never travelling across areas of your skin in some sort of illusion, but even so, the crowd didn't seem to see these changes, cheering and bellowing at what looked from their angle him gyrating on you. Your facial expressions and blush were helping tenfold for the fakery, clapping and eating everything up like they were at the best buffet.

And certainly, the angles so up close of him in front of you were making you feel many different emotions, certainly wanting to just bury your face into your hands, but you knew to keep your hands; gripping the chair tightly.

Sol leapt like a cat into your lap, his full weight not on you as he continued to 'gyrate' on you, and this closeness indeed made you want to stop everything and lean up and kiss his pretty lips again.

The tiefling's hands glided down the back of the chair, hovering behind your arms as he flipped his purple-blue hair around majestically, allowing the crowd's noises to boost his ego, smiling down at you. If anything, it helped to make you feel ever-so special, only you and him and no one else mattered.

By the end of his dancing, he had situated you once more to have him in front of you, doing a cartwheel into the splits to end his show, the crowd going wild with an uproar of voices that all blurred into one.

Sol pretended to unclasp the handcuffs from you when he stood back up, helping you down from the stage as he was nearly swarmed by others. "I'll find you at the bar." He promised before many women tried gaining his attention, circling him until he was barely there insight.

The evening had calmed down by the end of the show, with fewer people around and fewer dancers, some had passed in couples hand in hand, others more obvious they were going for an evening of pleasure, all genders.

It made you wonder whether some of those at Iris' show had asked for a night with him, or had he been aware he was given the rest of the evening off. Either way, you could only hope he was in the loop of what was happening and not lying to you in his promises-

"There you are, darling." You spun in your chair, expecting to see Iris, more dazed to see Sol, dressed simply and almost unrecognisable. He was dressed in jeans and a leather jacket, and high boots with a slight heel, hair tied up into a long ponytail.

"Oh," you couldn't find the right words.

"What? Expecting the feather boa and glitter?" He laughed melodically, taking a seat beside you and ordering, "A pink gin, please," to the same bartender. You had ordered a diet coke this time, stirring the rim with nerves as a sudden hand came to connect with yours, lifting to kiss your bare knuckles. "My, you look beautiful tonight."

"I could say the same about you," you smiled easily, allowing the nerves to ease. "Were the handcuffs your idea?"

His laugh was beautiful like him, carefree yet soft, "Hardly, Madame likes to think of all the ideas before we even have a chance of pitching something." He got his drink and lifted it to his lips, hovering before taking a sip. "Speaking of which, she told me you were wanting to see me."

The laughter bubbled over nervously, "Is that bad of customers?"

"No, not at all, I've had plenty of crazy requests." The drink was fizzy when he took a long sip, humming, golden eyes closed in silent appreciation, allowing you to marvel at him quietly. When he pulled back and put his glass down, there to be some more life in him, the smile returning, eyes soft and calm.

"So, where to first?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well, you have me for the rest of the evening, I don't suppose you want to get out of here and go somewhere a bit less... shady."

You could only think of one place, somewhere your friends deemed fun but you always wanted to go somewhere less lively. "I think I know a place."

"Have you been here before?"

Sol blinked, trying to register what you had said over the blasting of House music, your body flushed against his as the two of you would have to whisper-shout to one another for the other to hear. It helped nicely that he smelled amazing: of expensive perfume and oranges, a smell you would never get tired of.

"Once, I think." His body swayed in time to the upbeat music as if tipsy, his hand never seeming to let go of yours. "But that was before getting a job at the Rouse. I was a bit of a party animal back in my day."

"Oh?" You awkwardly shuffled next to him, trying to keep in time to the music, concentrating hard on his words, his warm hand holding your own and ignoring the strong stench of alcohol and vomit.

"I like to think I'm a bit tamer." He gave a silent laugh, getting into the rhythm of the song than you. "What made you get a job at the Rouse then?"

Pausing, as if outweighing his options, mouth numb and opening and shutting, he seemed to still for a moment. Just before he opened his mouth to speak, the crowd surrounding you both enclosed with the ruckus, more people getting up to dance from their seats.

Sol looked to you almost nervously, smiling shyly. "Wanna keep dancing?"

You nodded hesitantly, looking to the crowded floor of other dancing feet. "I can't dance very good if you can tell."

"Oh, I'll help you, if you want?" You nodded, finally watching how the tiefling pulled you ever so close to him, his long hair tickling the side of your face, feeling a hand slip around your waist.

"You make it look so easy." You marvelled at how he was able to get into the beat, slowly helping you get the timing of the fast song.

"Years of practice, darling. Here," he pulled you away arm's length before he spun you into the back of his chest, feeling the steady lull of his heart making you feel safe. Just before he continued, the hold around you grew weak. "Is this... okay? I know you don't-"

"No, this is fine." You pulled him back to holding your waist, and slowly, following his moves, begun allowing him to swing your hips in time to the song.

What if I just hold on for a while

Baby, there's no drug quite like denial

Oh, my

If this is goodbye

"There you go, you're getting the hang of it, sweet girl." He hummed into your ear, breathy and fruity to listen to, as you closed your eyes, allowing more of the music and his hands to take over. He never strayed from moving his hands any higher or lower, sticking to just where they were, holding your hips.

When the chorus finally grew, Sol pulled you to whisper, "Ready?"

"Yes."

Don't leave me, loving you

Whatever you do

He suddenly pulled you back round to face him, legs almost entangled around one another, dancing as if both trying to bewitch the other. You concentrated on him and only him, trying to ignore the feeling of being embarrassed when he had you around his little finger.

His golden eyes were on you and only you, never drifting to the other sweaty warm bodies on the dancefloor, only keeping his eyes on you as he leant his forehead against yours.

Don't leave me, loving you

If you tip toe out in the morning, I need a warning

His lips were so close to yours, whispering encouraging words of how amazing you were doing, all hushed and muffled to the music, but you knew somehow what he was saying. You couldn't control your movements to stop yourself from doing what you wanted to do, surprising him by leaning up to kiss him, shyly yet full of longing.

Sol stiffened for a moment before he kissed you back, holding the side of your face as he guided you both through song and kiss, ignoring all as the two of you pulled away, a dazed yet soft look that was evident in his features; yearning.

The two of you had pulled away from the dancing to go sit down and cool off, sitting in his lap as he pressed soft kisses into your neck, slowly coming back round to focusing on one another.

"Would I be greedy if I said that I was waiting a long time for that?" You finally brought the courage to tell him. Sol lifted your chin to meet his gaze, heated and gold eyes pooling with adoration. "Would I be a copycat if I said the same?"

"You did too?"

"I see no lust, not like those who ask for my time. Nor wanting to waste it with money, pleasure, and dolling me up. I can be myself when I'm around you."

"I can be too," you whispered, resting your cheek against his broad shoulder, as he kissed your forehead carefully. "Hey, Sol?"

"Hmm?"

"Would Madame be okay with you getting me home safely?"

The tiefling chuckled warmly and smoothly, holding you close. "She wouldn't have to know, dearest. She's not here."

"That's true." You leant up to him, lips pouting as he tried gauging what you wanted from him. When it finally clicked, the tiefling gave a genuine smile, teeth pointy and white. "My, are you wanting another kiss? How greedy of you." But he still allowed for his to meet yours ever-so sweetly.

Light poured through the space of the curtains, spilling through the early morning across your face, as you rolled to escape its sharp rays. Morning, and no recollection of what had happened after the club.

No, you did remember some, how Sol took you back home, but you had been indeed too greedy, and the pleading for him to stay the night had turned into a yes. All you remembered was kissing, heated kisses, and the softness of your bed, before nothing.

You rolled back over, groggily sitting up with pain to your head, aware you in your PJs and not nude, finding the other warm body beside you, exposed back facing you and long beautiful hair fell over the pillow.

You looked up closely at Sol's sleeping features: the calmness in his closed eyes and face, how his breathing was relaxed and steady. You touched gently up his back to not startle him awake, but the tiefling rolled over to face you, peeping one eye open to greet you.

"Mornin'." His voice was laced heavily with sleep but still so soft and luring.

"Morning," you eyed him up carefully, wringing your fingers with slight jitteriness. "We -- uh didn't, you know,"

"No, as I said darling, I know of a thing called consent." He kissed your shoulder, finally revealing that he was indeed, not naked. You could finally relax beside him, allowing him to cuddle into you, slowly letting the morning hours pass with tranquillity.

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