Back In The Club

Jean-Claude had whined and pleaded with whoever he could until he had managed to convince someone to put up a pole in a room for him.

A good proper pole. He was happy.

The Vampire pushed his hair out of his face. It had grown out a fair bit recently and he hadn't bothered to get it cut. He'd definitely need to get a haircut at some time in the near future.

He bent to turn on the music player at his feet, bouncing on the balls of his feet as the song started.

Jean-Claude jumped into action when the Lyrics started, gripping the heavy metal pole and spinning around on it, singing along with the lyrics softly as his body began to move and grind sensually against the pole.

In his minds-eye he pictured himself back in the club; surrounded by people hollering and throwing money at him, wearing next to nothing, other men wearing very little surrounding him as they all danced in sequence.

Gabriel was walking through the halls when he heard the sound of music drifting along the corridor. Poking his head through the door, he caught a glimpse of his lover and stepped inside, leaning back on the wall as he watched him dance.

It had been a long time since he had seen him dance, and that had been nothing compared to now.

He hadn't liked it when Jean had worked at the club. Not so much out of jealousy... well, a little out of jealousy... but more that they were dangerous places.

He himself had hunted at clubs like that countless times, simply because strippers were easy targets. Of course, he didn't do that so much now. Jean had changed that for him, along with many other things.

His eyes stuck to his lover's body, tongue darting across his lower lip as he watched him, arms folded across his chest.

Things had been a bit frosty between them recently, but he still wanted him as much as ever. It was... a little confusing. He wasn't sure whether to stay and watch, or walk away and save himself a little of the awkwardness.

But he did want to stay. The blond slid slowly down the wall to sit on the floor, mouth dry as he continued to watch.

Perhaps it was better to stop thinking for this one.

Jean-Claude's eyes stayed firmly closed.

He was so lost in pretending he was at his old club in Korea that he didn't bother with remembering reality. Reality was nothing at the moment.

He was in that club not in an old, forgotten hall in a mansion in Italy.

The Vampire slid form the pole and strutted forwards, his hips swaying confidently.

He knew this dance well. He and his boss had choreographed it together for the entire cast of the club. He knew every step of this dance without even thinking about it. it came naturally to him even after so long.

His eyes lingered on the man's hips as his strutted forwards.

He had almost forgotten how well Jean-Claude danced. There was something about the way his body twisted and moved, the contrast of bare skin and leather shorts that was so sensual. It was hypnotic.

The man shifted slightly, feeling a little flush rise to his cheeks as he gulped softly, tongue dry in his mouth.

It felt like too long since he had seen Jean-Claude's body like this. He had missed it. Their relationship had always been very physical and lately, it had felt like something had been missing.

But suddenly, now it felt like nothing had changed.

His hand rubbed over the leg of his jeans absent-mindedly.

When he reached what would have been the edge of the stage in the club, he dropped down.

His legs parted in the splits and his head tilted back to offer his throat to the 'audience' as he leaned forwards. If he were a woman that move would have showed a nice amount of breast.

Though he was male, it was still a rather sexual pose.

His eyes flickered open, feeling the need to look at his audience, only to have them shoot wide and a bright blush darken his cheeks.

His lips parted but otherwise he stayed completely frozen.

Gabe had been watching him.

He gasped softly as the man sank to the floor, heated red eyes locking in on the bared skin of his neck and chest before his gaze slipped slowly down his body to linger between the man's legs.

His own face coloured as Jean's eyes met his. So he hadn't known he was here. Had he even wanted him here?

Perhaps he should go.

But he didn't want to.

"Sorry... didn't mean to intrude..." He climbed to his feet slowly, dusting himself down as if to leave, but hovering uncertainly, not quite wanting to go.

"I...Um..."

His tongue lashed out over his lower lip quickly as his legs swung around so he was sitting rather than doing the splits.

The Vampire pushed himself to his feet and took a few steps forwards.

He had seen the older Vampire earlier this evening. He woke up next to him every morning. But their relationship had definitely been lacking again recently. It seemed if Jean-Claude didn't actively search out Gabe's affections then their relationship just didn't happen.

"You can...stay if you want." He gestured back towards the pole. "I'm just going through old routines."

"I really have to..."

Gabriel took another step towards the door, and hesitated for a moment, thinking it over. He really didn't want to leave right now.

He had avoided spending too much time with Jean for too long, and if he left now...well, he wasn't sure if he would ever get this opportunity again.

"Actually, never mind." He flashed his usual bright smile at the man, only it was a little shakier than usual. A little less sure of himself.

"It isn't urgent."

The blond took his seat on the floor again, leaning back against the wall.

A frown pulled at his lips as Gabriel took another couple steps towards the door.

He didn't want him to leave so soon. He didn't want him to leave at all. His lips parted reluctantly to give the older Vampire a goodbye when he was flashed a bright smile.

He returned the smile with one of his own as he turned to make his way towards the pole again with a bounce in his step.

Now, what routine could he do to entertain Gabriel?

He'd go with one that would start out slow then move on to something a little more...risky.

He span around the pole slowly, eyes sliding shut. It had been a while since he had last done this particular routine.