Drama Queen

Tyki Mikk 26 // Single Graduate Student at Sunset University Part Time Bouncer

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E n c o u n t e r ;;

[deepxseaxdreaming]

It was only seconds that lingered between them before Tyki turned away from the door, but it seemed to stretch as Armin stood in the hall, staring at the man who had gone from being so dear to him to being someone that made his stomach flutter in nervous dread over the course of only hours.

He had tried to reason with himself, tried to convince himself that it wasn’t something Tyki was hiding from him, that it had been a mix of atmosphere, alcohol and seeing what those thugs had done that had snapped something inside of the older man but no matter how many times he told himself the same story over and over it only took one moment of remembering that blood thirsty look that had filled his eyes, that twisted smile he’d had as he’d beat Armin’s would be aggressors senseless… That voice that didn’t seem his.

His over active mind hadn’t been kind enough not to let him imagine what would have happened if that side of him had snapped at him instead, what if he’d been the trigger for that anger… What might have happened?

When blue eyes settled on the smile that was forced across Tyki’s face, he couldn’t help but wince. He knew it wasn’t real, something only confirmed by the artificial tone in his voice. He was as reluctant about this encounter as Armin was in spite of how he’d initiated it.

“….Wait” He spoke, his words leaving his throat before he had time to think of the weight of them, but it was too late. Despite how much he didn’t want this conversation he knew it needed to happen.

“I want to talk to you…. Will you, come in?” He asked, nodding at the door to his room, finally moving the distance between them.

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                  The look  on  the  other's face was all Tyki needed to see.   Their  friendship                   was ruined,   there was no fixing what was broken.   So why should he even                   bother  trying?   It  never bothered Tyki  before  when people  declared  they                   wanted nothing more to do with him,   so why did this  one have  to  bite him                   so badly?   He'd  just need  to  get out  of  there and never think about Armin                   again. That shouldn't be too hard if he threw himself full into his old lifestyle,                   right? 

                  Before  he  could  even take  a  step away,   the  boy had  called  out  to him.                        Golden gaze  slowly  trailed back the boy,   his expression  remaining stoic.                   He couldn't allow the other to see his emotions,  to know just how much this                   was bothering him. A wide grin forced it's way onto his lips, his acting skills                   working to make it seem seamless and realistic. 

                         “ Hm~? 

                                          Well, I suppose I have some time to spare. ” 

                  He wanted to say no, he wanted to get out  of  there and never think back  on                         the other ----to completely get the other from his mind.   But it appeared that                   wouldn't happen  until  the other had  given  him  a  piece of  his mind.   Fine,                   perhaps that would help  to  fuel his desire to forget  all  about the other.   He                   stepped up to the door, waiting patiently for the other. 

                             “ What did you need to talk about? ”

[musicaldove]

A Lost Caws. Open.

"Ah!! Please stop!" Kobato’s frantic plea resounded down the alleyways of Soleil. Eyes closed and hands trying desperately to push the feathered beasts away, the student was being pecked and prodded by beaks and wings. Vicious cawing almost drowned out her cries completely, their alarming noise much more effective at echoing through the streets than her polite though insistent requests. Her figure was obscured by the crows’ black mass and she seemed to be engulfed by them.

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          Tyki was never  a  fan of birds.   Butterflies were considered far           more  superior  of  a  flying creature  to  him,   and much  more           elegant.   Faint calls and the obnoxious  cawing was what drew           him in today,  catching his attention.  The scene played out like           a movie, the damsel in distress, the vicious creatures attacking           her  trying  to  take  her  out  before the  hero could arrive.   Of           course, Tyki was no hero, but he wouldn't let the loud birds get           away with interrupting his concentration and saving the person           hidden within would just be a bonus. 

                     “ Get outta here, you obnoxious creatures! ” 

          Tyki stepped up  to the swarm,  batting the birds away best he                   could.  After a few more persistent birds were beaten back, he           was finally able to  catch glimpse  of  the girl that  was trapped           inside.  Okay,  now seeing how cute she was,  it seemed to be           well worth the effort.

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                 “ ... I can't feel my tongue. There goes                         my afternoon plan. ” 

         After  spending far longer in  the  dentist than he'd hoped to,   the          theater  student was  left with  a  numb mouth and  the  inability to          record one of his audition tapes as  he'd initially planned.  So long          as  his  lips remained  numb,   he couldn't  get  the accent correct.          Long, slender fingers ran through his hair before he let out a sigh. 

                “ I guess I can actually study. ”

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E n c o u n t e r ;;

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‹ Armin ›

it had been only a few days since his night with Tyki had gotten out of hand. When he had agreed to accompany the older student to a house party, he had never imagined that it would escalate to the where it had. 

Eren had been quiet in the ER, something Armin could only assume came from their reversed roles. Almost every time the two ended up in the all too familiar waiting room, it was Eren nursing some sort of injury… Not him. Still, the brunette seemed pleased that Tyki had called him at all.

Following doctors orders, he had been stuck in his room on bed rest, his forehead fresh with new stitches. He’d hardly been alone, between Jean and Eren he had enough company to keep him contented but being stuck in his room was starting to take its toll. He’d managed to escape on a rare alone time, walking through the corridors of the dorm to merely pass the time. Though as the small oceanography major finally was making his way back down his own hall, he froze, seeing the familiar figure outside his door.

"… Tyki?" He managed, the name leaving his lips before he had a chance to stop them, blue eyes staring ahead as he felt his hands and feet run cold. He didn’t know if he was ready to see the drama major just yet, but he had little choice.  "What are you doing here?"

         ♦♦; — Dread weighed down on his chest, a lurch following in his stomach. That                        voice, the one he desperately missed hearing. He wanted so badly to turn                        around with that usual grin of his and tease him about something,                        anything. But those days were gone, unfix-able from the damage Joyd                        had spread around. In the end, it would be better for the book worm, no                        one needed the trouble or baggage the actor brought with him --especially                        not Armin.

                       Carefully, Tyki turned to face the other once more. A smile was forced                        onto his lips, his talent as a drama major shining through. The smile and                        carefree attitude he exulted was almost a flawless imitation, only those                        that truly knew him being able to see through it.

                                              “ Hey----

                         Just figured I'd stop by and make sure you hadn't croaked yet.                                                     I suppose it's not that easy to take out a nerd, eh? ” 

                       The tone gave him away, the usual teasing feeling false and forced. He                        needed to retreat before this became a bigger problem than it already was.

                                                                                            “ Hey, don't worry.                                                                       I was really just passing by.                                                                      I'll be out of your hair quickly. ”

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‹ Kenma ›

 “No.”

The voice was soft, almost as though the blond wasn’t quite sure he should be speaking. Golden eyes stayed focused on the floor, unable to look at the man who was all but urging him to take his own life. Instead he glared daggers at his feet, a confidence burning in his chest that he’d never quite felt. He could feel how close Tyki was to him…. No. Not Tyki. This wasn’t Tyki, this was a man masquerading in his body. While the older man he knew was crude, and lacking in boundaries in all the years Kenma had known him he’d never heard something so violent and cruel leave his lips, not even to an enemy in their virtual battlefield.

Kenma would be lying if he tried to say this was the first time the idea of suicide had entered his mind, but it wasn’t. There were times when the world got to much, and the boy found himself curled up under  his blankets to hide away from it all that he’d had more than one thought about just making all of it stop, making it all go away and end so he’d stop having to fear the world that existed beyond his fabric fortress… But he’d always managed to convince himself it wasn’t the right answer, that nothing good would come from such an act and it was selfish to even think such a thing.

And yet here was someone else, someone telling him bluntly that his life was pointless, that his death would bring more joy that his life did and maybe he was right? Though as those words echoed through his head, he felt his hands clenching at his sides into tightened fists, a rare spark flashing in his feline eyes as he lifted his head, holding the stare of the older man for the first time.

“No” He repeated, a strength in his voice he didn’t know he had. “No. You’re wrong. I may not have many friends, and I might be insignificant… But there is one person who wouldn’t enjoy my death. There is someone waiting for me who would miss me, who would mourn, who would be furious if I took my own life. Someone who loves me, who wants me to be happy. That is enough for me to tell you to…. To tell you to fuck off.  That I have more than you can say”

         ♦♦; —Shock coursed through him, the answer throwing the man off. He hadn't                       expected such a response, not from one he knew was so quiet and timid.                       Joyd had always been aware of Tyki's actions and the people he                       interacted with, including the small male before him. All prior moments                       had told him there'd be no fight, that pushing him over the edge would be                       far too easy. The words should have planted the seeds of doubt and                       despair in his mind, and yet here he was, denying the suggestion.

                      Golden orbs narrowed, knowing he couldn't let it go. At the very least bit,                       Joyd needed Kenma to stay far away from the other. If he stuck around,                       he'd lose Tyki again. Light and dark, it was their dynamic, and with the                       two obnoxious blond's he'd befriended, the charm was wearing off. If this                       continued, he'd be left to nothing.

                      After a brief moment, a loud laugh echoed around them, arms spreading                       our around him. He wouldn't falter, not allowing the other to tell just how                       upset he actually was with the other. All he had to do was push the other                       away then. Throw all the negativity at him until there was no way he would                       ever come within ten feet of him.

                                                                  “ F r i e n d s ?

                      Is that what you think you have? Isn't that what you thought of us?

                                 No one wants to be your friend, you insignificant slime.                                             No one loves you.

                                                                                                              No one------ ”

                                            ‘ Joyd. Enough! Stop! ’  

[sexyspooon]

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‹ Sly ›

The attention that his presence was gathering on spurred Sly on, amused by the reaction his apparent relationship with the bouncer was issuing. Letting his smirk widen on his lips, the blue haired man dropped the cigarette he’d been pulling to the ground, crushing it beneath the heel of his boot.

"Oh Tyki" He practically purred, making his way to the other’s side, exaggerating long strides as he moved. "How do you know? Maybe I hold out on your little show? After all, the look you make when you’re so frustrated is by far my favourite… Even better than the furrow your brow makes when you cry out in pain" He smirked, his amber eyes flashing darkly as he reached a thin finger out, pressing it to the bouncer’s forehead as his sadistic smirk grew. 

"No one makes enough to afford me, you’re lucky I like what you can give me" He smirked, not even trying to hold back his words as the crowd behind them began to murmur, whispers moving through them like wildfire in a dry field. He chose his word carefully, knowing Tyki would catch his implications.

"Besides~ No one else can break you like I can and you know it"

         ♦♦; —The teasing was always the best part. The other knew just what to say to                       drive him wild, how to make him imagine their last encounters. Sly was                       the only one willing to push limits in such a way, that would do whatever                       it was that popped into the bouncer's mind ----no questions asked. He                       was able to play with both the man's masochistic and sadistic sides,                       both his dominating and submissive roles. Whatever the mood they were                       in, it would happen, no bars held.

                      And their little display here was what the actor thrived for.

                                                                  “ Now, Now, Sly.                                                   You're getting the crowd worked up with this talk. ”

                      He cooed, leaning in closer to the blue haired man. A finger lightly trailed                       over the other's chest, a smirk forming as the crowd's attention was now                       solely placed on him. Some of those in the audience were enjoying the                       show a little too much, definitely ensuring they would be return visitors.

                            “ My break is in five minutes.                                        How about we discuss payment in the back then~? ”

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--Posts reply, sees Panty isn't at COR anymore. Sobs. I'm sorry for being so slow. ;A; I'm almost not sick, maybe. I hope. 

I have to actually get back to work right now, but I have drafts for Sly, Armin and Kenma right now. I'll do those tonight, promise! ♥

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B r e a t h e ;; Open

         ♦♦; — Leaning on the wall outside the strip club, the bouncer was          lost in thoughts. The cigarette dangled between his lips, muscle          memory being the only thing keeping the standard act of smoking          going. The events from earlier kept swirling in his mind, the single          act that had lost him the only two that had bothered to get close to him.          The only ones that had mattered to him.

         He was back to square one.

         The sounds of footsteps caught the bouncer's attention. Someone          was approaching, but it was still too early for the girls to start          showing up.

         “ We aren't open yet. Come back later. 

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E n c o u n t e r ;;

veritas-vos-liberabitt

         ♦♦; — Usually there was no hesitation. There was always full          confidence in his actions, never second guessing or leaving things          half assed. Tyki was always completely behind his choices and          moving with them.

         Yet, standing outside the dorm room, the actor was feeling less          than certain this was the right thing. He'd snapped, allowed Joyd          to take control. It was to protect the boy, t make him know they'd          never beat on him again, yet there was a terrible turn for the worse.          Instead of relief and joy, there had been fear and pain on Armin's          face.

         Not what he wanted at all.

         Just a quick check on the other to ensure his injuries were properly          taken care of, that was all he needed to do now. Then, he would leave          Armin alone. Inside, Joyd cautioned him how terrible of an idea this          was, how he needed to just continue to leave the boy alone, how Sly          alone was the only one that could understand him. After all, he'd          already proven to be unable to leave that life behind. Low blow.

         Clenching his fingers tightly into a fist, Tyki turned to leave. He          couldn't do this. Joyd was right, Armin was better without the loose          canon he was. Despite the aching in his chest, the desire to rush in          and beg for forgiveness, to get his anchor back into his life, he couldn't          do it. It was better this way, better for the boy he had begun to care so          strongly for.

         Armin was safer this way.

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b o u n c e ;; Tyki & Eru

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The entire reason he was doing this was because he wanted a reaction out of her, and she was practically serving her frustration on a silver platter and giving him the satisfaction he wanted. But the whole ‘twelve year old’ thing actually stung a bit. The youngest she’d been told she looked was at least sixteen, but twelve? Yikes.

"Tyki-kun needs to moooooveee!" she huffed, trying to unsuccessfully push him out of the way. As she did so, someone from the line poked her on her behind, and she practically jumped up and yelped. All of her anger was now transferring to the jerk that touched her without permission. She turned around, shooting them a death glare, and the culprit was an already tipsy college kid laughing with his buddies.

"You’re working here for a reason, aren’t you?" taunted the stranger, snickering and whispering to his other companions. "You should be used to being looked at like a piece of meat, right?"

She was ready to cry.

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         ♦♦; — No hesitation.

         Immediately, the bodyguard had wrapped a protective arm around          the small girl, his other hand reaching out to take hold of the oh-so          grabby boy's hand.

         “ That's not the proper thing to say to a young lady, especially          one that was willing to bring your pathetic, miserable life some          joy. She has fans, thousands of people that absolutely adore          her. By the looks of you and the line you're in, I'd say not even          your mother could love you. “

         Light pressure was applied, pushing the wrist back. The second the          boy whined, Tyki's eyes danced, face looking dark. He didn't          appreciate anyone talking to his dancers that way. The girls didn't           have to do this, they were entertaining these pigs. While he enjoyed          the show, he would never speak in such a disrespectful and          disgusting tone. Especially to a group he'd become quite protective          over.

         “ Looks like we're full tonight. ” Tyki growled, voice deep and low.           A loud pop was heard right before the bouncer had released the boy's          hand. It wasn't broken, but he had popped the wrist out of alignment.

         “ You've got your hands full with a dislocated wrist anyway. You          really should be more careful. ” 

         With the final word, The tall male spun around and began to lead Eru          inside, his arm not once shifting off her shoulder.

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kitchenkani

You don't have your submit on, so I guess you get to get my mun present this way~!

It's not much, I know, but I ran out of times so decided a quick, cute doodle would suffice. Merry Christmas, from your no-longer-secret Santa. c:

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The not so secret gift of Sly

"Welcome home Tyki~ "Aoba" got you that shitty hat and mitts over there… But I thought you’d prefer a more personal gift. I know you called off our benefits but it’s Christmas and something tells me you could use a little distraction.

Merry Christmas~ Now come sit down and unwrap your gift…. …. Me”

         ♦♦; — To say this was an unexpected surprise would be correct.          Not only was he figuring his apartment would once more be empty,          as it had the past few weeks, but he found out that his Secret Santa          was none of than his previous lover. Or at least, the boy's alter ego.

                                                      “ Sly... ”

         The bag fell out of his hand, eyes unable to tear away from the other.          He had to show up now of all times, the time that Tyki was vulnerable          and lonely. He needed to know someone still cared about him. No,          Sly never cared for him the way he wanted, but right now, anything          would do.

                                                               “ Just tonight... One more time. ”

         He was falling back into his cycle again.

[deepxseaxdreaming]

He didn’t mean for the flinch that filled his body when Tkyi touched his shoulder to be so strong, but his entire body lurched as though terrified the sudden hand that moved to touch him was going to hurt. He allowed himself to be lead by the older man, but his cerulean eyes never left the ground in front of his feet. He didn’t want to look up, as though the gentle face once more painted across the features of his man was merely a mask, and he wasn’t quite sure which was the true Tyki he’d gotten to know, to care for, to respect.

"… They’re fine" he said softly, trying to ignore the pain that was returning to his head as the adrenaline of the fight had finally dissipated, leaving only throbbing pain and a sense of fear that still gripped his chest. Reaching to wipe at a trail of blood that dripped down off his chin he kept his face blank in spite of how badly he wanted to raise his hands and grip to the horrible pain from the injuries on his head.

"I-I’ll be fine just… Take me back to my dorm"

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         ♦♦; —Never before had he felt so guilty about letting Joyd take control.        The thrill was always enough for Tyki to enjoy it, to not want to let that part        of him go. but seeing Armin in that state, to see him looking at him with        those eyes, to lose everything he'd built up with the other in the matter of a        few minutes. To see the respect and friendship he always saw in the other's        features now switched with fear and animosity. There was no words to        describe just how much pain that actually gave him.

       "You need a doctor." He murmured, lips remaining curled into a frown.

       This wasn't what he wanted, he didn't want to hurt the blond anymore. He'd        become too close, too fast. This wasn't supposed to happen, this shouldn't        effect him in the least bit. And yet it did. Maybe it was time to get away from        him before there was the possibility of hurting him further.

       "I'm sorry, Armin."

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Shuffles over to Tyki, eying him up and down before huffing. "I was dared to kiss you and I can't even reach you!"

         ♦♦; —He chuckled, standing up tall once more. "Good. I can’t let a ten        year old kiss me. I’m into a lot of things, but that’s not one of them.”

[morteprazeroso]

b o u n c e ;; Tyki & Eru

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Every freaking day, Tyki said the same thing in spite of her vehement protests that she was indeed of age to be here. At first, she thought he had a bad memory, but then she finally caught on that he was doing this to mess with her for looking so childish in spite of her curvaceous figure.

"Are we going to do this every time I come to work?" Even when she was donned in the official waitress uniform which consisted of short shorts and a tight blouse, she still looked like she was sixteen and it irked her to no end.

She expended a sigh before a smile overtook her features. “Do I really look that young?” she murmured.

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         ♦♦; — "Yes." The answer was instantaneous, no hesitation what so ever.        He lived to tease this girl, she made it too easy.

       "Oh, that's the answer to both your questions, sweetie." Tyki gave her        wink, hoping to rile her up a little more. he always considered it a good day        when she went in wanting to deck him. It got him all worked up.

       "The line's already starting to form, but i'm guessing they aren't aware        there's a 12 year old performing tonight."

[impassivesetter]

He didn’t speak again. There was no words that could make it to his throat as the blond merely stared in horror at what had unfolded in front of him. Biting his lip, he let golden eyes lift to stare at the man in front of himself.

This wasn’t Tyki, at least not the one he was used to. As much as he liked to inwardly complain about the older man, his teasing had always been harmless but this…. This had been a side of him he’d never seen… A side he knew already he never wanted to see again.

Though his gaze quickly averted when the taller student mover forward, his impressive height towering over the Setter with enough presence to make him run had he been able to find the ability to move his legs. Fear had all but frozen him in place and he just swallowed thickly.

"…. Because I don’t know who you are" He whispered quietly, unable to meet his burning gaze, that look on his face too much to handle.

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         ♦♦; —"You don't know who I am?" Joyd repeated, his voice laced with        disdain. Who did this boy think he was before this? Had he ever hid his        true intentions? Perhaps it was the fact that he'd never cared to introduce        this personality before. Tyki was all for pleasure, including pleasure for        others. Joyd was all about himself, inflicting pain and torturing others.

       "Did you ever even think you knew me...?" He mused softly, grinning.        "You think you know Tyki, but you don't at all. You're only still here        because you amuse him. I'd love to hear you cry and scream, to see        your face contort in pain while you beg for mercy. To get more than        a few words at a time from you..." Joyd stopped just shy of the other,        his face darkening further.

       "You're annoying. Your only purpose should be to bleed and die,        let other's enjoy your death. One as pointless as you doesn't deserve        the life given to you." Why do the damage himself when the other was        so susceptible to suggestions himself? "Down the track, not across the        road." The sooner this brat was gone, the sooner his Tyki would return, the        pathetic side that started caring about others would be gone and Joyd would        have free reign once more.

       "Go kill yourself."

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[[Benefits]] - Closed for Morteprazeroso

Sly Blue.

He was an entity to himself, an entity that Aoba himself was unaware of. Despite the years of his life that he lived entirely under the persona, the accident he suffered had left him without memory, without  the ability to recall just what his life had been. Years of gangs, fighting, sex, drugs and everything you’d find on the underbelly of society had all been wiped clean like an empty slate.

The existence of such a man had been the unwanted consequence of the experiments that had resulted in his ‘birth’. Desire. It was what his grandmother had called it. It was as though the filters and the restraint that most people possess to keep them from merely acting on all and any urge that filled them had vanished, leaving a shell of her grandson who existed purely to act upon the desires that filled him. Sex, pain… It was all a game to him and for years he’d been impossible to reign in as he did as he pleased.

The accident while it nearly claimed his life had been a godsend to his grandmother, as when he awoke, the untamed beast seemed gone, leaving the kind, compassionate, easily flustered boy she knew once more in control of himself. But Sly wasn’t gone. Unparalleled migraines became a more and more frequent occurrence leaving the other once more in control, wreaking havoc in a body that wasn’t his anymore, only to leave Aoba confused and upset by what he’d done in a time and space he could recall only as black outs. Desperate to keep him from falling back into that life, his grandmother had managed to create a medication to keep the headaches at bay, reducing Sly back to the echoing voice in his head that he had always been for Aoba’s life, mixing back with the others that occupied his headspace.

But there were times when it got to strong, the pain was more than his medication could cope and that vicious creature made his way back to control. In the new city that Aoba called home, Sly had already made his mark, living a life that his alter had no knowledge of. It was rare that the darker man had control but when he did, there was always a trail of violence behind him…. Violence and another smear to the Psychology major’s reputation that would leave him mortified should he learn of it.

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         ♦♦; — There were many stars that filled the Titty Typhoon, ones that        pulled in crowds from far and wide. Some would feature for weeks, while        others were only a few days. Most were only worth how much they cost        to book if the owners took them up for at least 2 or 3 days. There was        only one that raised excitement from everyone, whether you liked men or        not. Their surprise guest would only be there for hours, yet the money he        brought it was more than worth it.

       Out of all the strippers, this one was the bouncer's favorite. Of course, he        could be a bit biased on this, due to their fuck buddy status, but that was        beside the point. Even before they'd established their very sexual, open        relationship, Tyki had found himself entranced with the blue haired man.        While the bouncer always enjoyed watching the strippers, he'd never        found himself so caught up in one of them before, to the point of even        getting a little giddy at hearing he'd turn up.

       Sly was difficult to get a hold of, due to his complicated home life. The        other didn't talk much about it, however that was never his concern. The        brunet never cared to dig into other people's past, not caring to divulge        into his personal life himself.

       When the news hit that Sly would be working tonight, Tyki felt the smirk        growing on his lips. Usually that meant he'd be getting lucky tonight, and        getting lucky with Sly really was getting lucky. The man sure knew how        to work it, both on stage and off. He already was planning out some of        their night, knowing that it was unlikely Sly would leave for the night        without some sort of fun with the bouncer.

       He'd been kept busy that night, like he usually was with their special        guest. He'd only become aware of the other's prescense by the squealing        people in line. "Hey! who made that sound?" Tyki hissed, eyes        narrowing. "Back of the line. Now." A collective groan escaped the girl's        lips and they reluctantly stepped to the back of the line, their protests        going unheard.

       "Oh, I don't need to see your show in there. The one you give me is        much better than that." He responded quickly, looking back at the man.        A smirk grew on his lips, loving hearing the quiet murmurs from the        crowd that was in awe that they were getting to see the stripper like this.        They seemed even more surprised at how the two were talking to each        other in such a manner.

       "If you're going to start charging, then I suppose i'll have to put a        limit on our fun too. I don't make enough money as a bouncer to        afford you." That was a lie, and they both knew that. Of course, Tyki        wouldn't let Sly get all the leverage.