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Going to the club isn't what Nathaniel usually did on a Friday night. But then again, this is no casual Friday. It's Valentine's Day. And since he had no one to spend it with, why not blow a wad of cash to the first person who looks at him right?

The club was...loud, to say the least. The speakers were blasting earth-shattering rave music, vibrating the ground each time the bass dropped. Every corner he walked around was a couple passionately kissing each other like it was the last day on earth. Nath is pretty sure he saw a polyamorous throuple eagerly make out with eachother by the bar section.

Good for them.

He'd be lying if he said he never thought of engaging in a threesome. The only issue is his anti-social personality. He can't even talk properly to one person in a romantic setting. So what makes him think he can get into a relationship with two people?

Aromas of rich perfume and sex stuffed every inch of the place. Honestly, it made him feel more lonely than he already was. He wandered through the club in isolation until he came across the plethora of strippers. It was clear they were the centre of attention tonight. There were male strippers, female strippers, some poles were occupied by more than one person. All while their half-naked bodies are covered in colourful glitter - that when mixed with their sweat and occasional club lights shining directly onto them, they all looked like Gods.

They were absolutely dazzling. 

Out of all the sexy, ethereal figures dancing on the poles, one caught his eye more than the others. He had a muscular but slender build, flexing it further as he smoothly curls his body around the metal pole. His moves were more theatrical than slutty, but hot nonetheless. The glitter decorating his chest, limbs and (partially) his face was an array of teal, blue, and silver. Nathaniel may be overthinking it, but he can't help but connect the colours to the mlm flag.

So he's gay? Good to know.

Nathaniel must've been staring in awe for too long because the noiret's dancing became less athletic as he stared down the ginger with sultry emerald eyes through his thick eyelashes. Apologetically, he reached into his wallet, pulled out a €100 note and held it up to the noiret. The exotic dancer masked his suprise at the huge sum of cash and took his hand - not the money. He then guided Nath's hand to feel around his black boxers with the cash, frequently feeling the large hardening bulge under the dark fabric.

This felt like it lasted forever. With a hint of shame and embarrassment, Nathaniel hoped this would last forever. Touching his hips, thighs, abs - and God knows what else - felt like a guilty pleasure he's only had in his mind at the darkest of nights. Sure, he paid for it, but he has zero regrets. He wanted all of him.

The public foreplay ended with the redhead leaving the money hanging out of his briefs like a whore. The male stripper bit his lip and smirked down at Nathaniel making a "call me" gesture with his hand before performing an impossible arcobatic dance move on the pole, causing the cash to fall out of his briefs and land with the pile of money he's earned earlier that night.

He was definitely a showoff. But he liked that.

Nathaniel later learned that the mystery man's name was Marc.

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Of course, he decided to go back there again. That man has invaded his thoughts 24/7, to the point he didn't go a day without thinking about him. Probably the norm when you have no social life and only communicate with a stripper, though.

Nathaniel found himself stepping into the club once again, in attempt to find the man who has captivated him. It was loud, as always. There were less people than before, Nath assumes that the Valentine's craze is over. 

Once again, the redhead observes the exotic dancers — only this time their attire was moderately different. They wore translucent clothing, flowing gracefully with each movement. It appeared to be the same material of thin satin. Their undergarments were still visible through the colourful fabric.

The ginger spotted the tall man only a few metres away, doing his usual performance. Nathaniel almost tripped over himself from seeing him. 

Marc's outfit was specifically a gold hue, shimmering in enchanting beauty. His glitter makeup matched the rich colour. And to compliment the rest, matching tassel clips stuck out of his hair, giving him have the resemblance of a star.

Nath kept a respectable distance, not wanting to distract Marc this time. But it seems like the noiret was also seeking for his freckled admirer. As soon the stripper saw Nath, he gave him a flirtatious wave, clearly enjoying the recognition. Self consciously, the redhead waved back, vaguely giddy he still remembered him.

Unexpectedly, Marc decided to step off the platform and strides towards Nathaniel. Out of natural reflex, the freckled man stepped back, unaware of his intentions. Marc fully showcases his welcoming demeanour by wrapping his arms around Nath and pulls him close, their noses almost touching.

"Well hello there." The noiret spoke lowly, his voice as smooth as honey.

"H-hi." Nathaniel swallowed thickly. He felt Marc's hot body odour mixed with sweat and cherry perfume emitting off of him. It made his own body temperature rise gradually.

"You came back, I see?"

Nath nods silently. For some reason, the idea of talking to Marc made him uneasy. His intimidating persona made the redhead feel like he had to be formal, as if he were a prince.

"Don't be shy, baby. I don't bite..." He leans closer to Nathaniel, to the point their lips grazed each others. "...Unless you want me to~"

So much for formality.

Marc was clearly teasing him. And unfortunately, it was extremely agonizing. Did he want Nath to kiss him? In a domestic manner, the noiret started to stroke his face with one hand, still keeping the other on the artist's waist.

"You have very nice freckles."

"I,—uh—thank you." Nathaniel was never a huge fan of his freckles. Back in high school, he'd use cosmetics to conceal them because he didn't feel "desirable" when they were visible. After he graduated, he decided to give himself some grace on his appearance. Despite his freckled woes being a thing of the past, Marc's compliment meant more than he'll let him know.

"Do you have freckles all over your body?"

Odd question, honestly. But who is he to judge?

"Y-yes, I do...?"

"Prove it." What?

"Excuse me?"

"Prove. It." The stripper slithered his hand down from his waist to his ass. Eager heat pooled in his lower abdomen, getting a thrill that someone was touching him so lewdly.

Nathaniel grabbed Marc's face with both hands and pulled the cheeky noiret into a steamy kiss, receiving a peppermint taste from his mouth. Marc appreciatively licked into Nath's mouth, taking in everything his admirer had to offer. Needy moans came from both men as they passionately make out in the middle of the club grounds. 

They only took a break to catch their breaths, panting into each other's mouths. Nathaniel stood in his place, squirming and red-faced while staring at the exotic dancer. Marc's porcelain image was kept intact, his green eyes between hooded eyelids surveying the illustrator, as if he were his next meal.

The stripper holds both of Nathaniel's hands, mirroring the beginning of a cheesy confession in a romcom. 

"Will you come back, baby?"

Nathaniel nods again. This time, a grin stretched across his face.

"Answer with your words, sweetie."

"Yes." His whole body was buzzing with elation.

Nathaniel wished he spent more time with Marc. But he has a job: impressing other men. Maybe that's the reason why he cut their interaction short? The noiret probably had another appointment lined up and didn't want to make him jealous.

When the redhead made it to the exit of the club, he turned back one last time at the exotic dancer. He was back on his pole, twisting and turning towards his growing audience.

Looking back at their interaction, Nath realized Marc hasn't said his name once. It was always pet names, like "baby" and "sweetie". Does he even know his name?

The illustrator is wise enough to know that Marc presumably did his charming act on several guys before him. He felt this hidden toxicity bubble inside of him at the thought.

Why did it bother him so much?