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Stripping down Love. (Assassination_nation - Happy-Faces-Me)

Assassination_nation

Assassination_nation

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Jul 9, 2011
It was just another night out with the guys, the gang, the boys - what have you. A long day or collecting money and getting into trouble was behind them and the ring leader, Vinny Valentino sat with his tight nit circle of mobsters. They all doned their best because the best - well, they wore the best am I right?

The strip joint was called the Lunar club, a high to do gentleman's club with ladies that were to die for, and some men too. As long as they were attractive they could work the pole and perhaps a few dollars out of the high class patrons that sat in the shadows watching. Smoke filled he room and the illuminating light bounced off the stray smoke in various degree's. Bourbon was the drink of choice as Vinny sat amongst his possy, quietly as they chattered and goofed off in their oogling and grabbing of various woman who happily giggled and fell into their laps. Vinny's boys always treated them well enough and sent them backing with some dough so what was there to worry about.

Vinny himself was a man just entering his thirties, still young with tanned skin and a body he took care of. Suit was cloaked over his stocky frame as he relaxed, smoke lit in his mouth as the cherry burned to illuminate those gray half lidded eyes that were outlined with thick black lashes. Bedroom eyes his mother called them, the kind of eyes that could penitrate to the very soul in the most intimate of times. Hair was slicked back today, kept away from his face so the masculine jaw was set, those high cheekbones and chisled features were most definatly one of a man. Thick necked, large handed creature was more than happy to be one of those that just oozed power and authority.

But he was quiet. Silent now as he watched the dancer leave the stage so another could come on and do her show for them. While the other boys hooted and hollered Vin would pluck his smoke from his lips and tilt that dark amber liquid to his lips so the burning drink could coat his insides. Clinking of ice was unnoticed as those striking gray orbs rolled up to take in the next person on the list.
 
Time was never a matter for Belial, the blonde beauty having all a stripper could want. One of the best beds, the nicest room, the most expensive clothes. Despite his gender, he was one of the stars of their little show. For men that didn’t usually go for other men, he dressed femininely to please them, for some the didn’t care either way he would dress in just normal stripper clothing, and had even found himself dressing like a ‘rough and tough’ boy once for a rather interested customer. He did it all, because you couldn’t work in this business without that kind of a mindset.

Despite being one of the more popular dancers in the club, Belial had one show a day, to keep the demand for him high, and it only lasted about thirty minutes, or longer if perhaps he got interested in someone. Most of the other girls had longer shows simply to get them out there, but Belial made enough money just staring down people with his blue hues, glistening almost constantly with excitement. The boss came down that specific night though, looking a bit excited himself. Short and stubby, with a comb over and puffy cheeks, Alvin hobbled his way into Belial’s room, the male applying some blush to his naturally pale cheeks. “Bel, baby, are you ready for tonight? It’s gonna be big! We got some big spenders up front, try to ooze something out of them so maybe they’ll become more frequent here. I got you a new outfit, just for this occasion, check your closet. I put it in while you were freshening up in the loo.” Smiling like an idiot, Alvin walked over and him and Belial shared a cheek kiss, before with a slight wave, he left the room.

Compared to the male sitting front and center before the stage, Belial was slight and girlish, lithe form moving gracefully over the hard wood floors. He’d gotten so used to all the pole movements that he never had to worry about rear planting on the floor, something he had done as a newbie. “I wonder what he got me this time…” Belial murmured to himself, sighing softly as he headed to the closet. Inside there was a red corset, and a shirt that was tight, but mimicked one of those dress shirts you always see the ‘hot girls’ wearing in movies. It reached just above mid thigh, hugging his form almost like a dress, with buttons so he could remove it and reveal the corset. It was baby blue, compared to the fire red under garment. There were some white knee high socks, and a pair of red silk panties. It was a bit of an odd assortment, since Alvin had some odd tastes compared to Belial, but he himself felt it would be an eye catcher.

After dressing, he heard his cue music and watched from back stage as the lights dimmed to a near pitch black. Strutting slowly onto the stage, he found himself with his back to the pole, hands behind his back holding the cold metal tightly. A spot light shone, blond locks glistening in it, and slowly he unbuttoned one button. There were a few cheers from the crowd, but he couldn’t tell quite from where. He needed to woo those people up front, or Alvin would have his head. He inhaled slowly and then walked the stage, as if examining the crowd. Then he stopped at one of the men in the front, one of ‘those’ men, although he didn‘t seem like the big boss, and slid down so his feet were hanging over the stage, one on each side of the males lap. He leaned close and bit the mans ear softly, whispering, “Call me Bel.” Giggling, he stood and walked back to the pole, unbuttoning a few buttons until the corset was visible, looking up as a few more cheers roared through the dark room, the only real light the spot light that followed Belial everywhere he went. The blonde laughed, a chime like sound filling the air, before he quickly removed the first article of clothing, the music changing from a slow, easy beat, similar to jazz, to something faster, Belial’s movements matching the pace. At this rate, he’d have tons of money, already seeing men throwing it at his feet, calling him to them, though he stayed with his back to them, gripping the pole and only ever rarely looking in one direction behind him for so long.
 
Vin didnt seem to be paying that much attention to what was happening at the stage and even when the music took the older man lit up another smoke and flicked his old stubby one off to the side with a grimace of annoyance. Leaning back in his chair the man lounged, one leg crossing over the other as arms dragged back to settle on the lip of the couch he sat on, watching the new boy come out onto the dance floor with mild interest. He could tell he was a man before he took off his cloths, he knew by just the shape of his small body and the way it moved. When you studied people for so long, when you watched and spyed and kept others in line you figured out how to read people quick enough that gender was normally not a problem. Even when this kid acted like a fairy he still knew he had junk dangling there between his legs. Now - this particular boss man normally went for woman. He liked meat on their bones, he liked how soft and supple they were and how easily they bent and broke. Vin was not a sweet talker and he was anything ut gentle. It was why he lost his past wife's - two divorced him and the last one was murdered. By him. The cheating whore.

A grunt rolled from his lips as he watched the kid go and smooze up to his friend Jack. Jackie boy was not someone interested in men anyways and so when the little nancy came and descended down onto the man, who was obviously more than a little homophobic Vin had to reach out and grab his meaty arm and give him a look over his nose. "Don't cause a scene, kid. You wanna beat his ass later thats yer prerogative. Not in this club - I pay to much money to pay fer yer asses to come in here for you to get me fined." Vin told him lowly, keeping his voice that deep and growling tone that spoke of calm assurance that yes, he would shoot him in the face if he was going to mess this up. With Jack calmed to the point that he was sure he would not try and rip the boy off the stage the Italian man went back to smoking and watching the kid as he danced and moved. He was not so bad looking that he wouldn't go for him, the way he moved and the body that he had gave him some form of interest. However...a plan began to form in the back of his mind as he watched Jack out of the corner of his eye.

That good ol' boy was shaking as he watched the stripper up on stage. Jack wanted to murder him and it was a well known fact that Vin knew that Jack was never one to get over his pride being hurt. Belial had not tried on purpose of course but the fact that people saw him 'hitting' on Jack was enough to enrage the burly, stupid man to the point of murderous intentions. Oh Jack eventually got up to leave in a flurry of rage, taking his coat and drink with him - he would wait in his car around back, where he knew the strippers left later at night and he would find the little whore and beat the homosexual out of him and if he killed him? Oh fucking well. Vin could just smirk as he nudged one of his other buddies, whispering something to him as he nodded to the boy on stage and then in the direction of where Jack went. It was going to be a fun night.
 
It was easy to say Belial enjoyed his job. He wasn’t a sex freak or anything, but he liked the attention he got, the odd people he met, even the really odd ones that he wished he hadn’t met. But this was just work, and give or take a few times that he had wished he could just go home as if he never left, work that was somewhat tedious and all too real. Belial found himself finally moving about, collecting money from the floor, from the patrons, folding it up slowly on stage, taking his time when he knew that there were others still waiting for him, and then he’d walk over to them slowly, even sometimes pass them up, but always come back, eager to make their day. Though, he was already bored, and had originally intended to make that one male his interest for the night, but it seemed he’d left. Maybe his wife called or something, or he was just bored. The thought that he’d bored someone made Belial hurt, and so he tried to look a little more interested the rest of the show.

He hadn’t noticed the way the male had previously been looking at him, but maybe that was a bad thing. Bel was always told, as a stripper with probably more then one stalker and or just a freak who’d noted him, to tell Alvin immediately if he felt he was in danger. At the moment he didn’t feel in danger, but there was probably more then just a little danger waiting for him outside. It’d been about twenty five minutes, and Belial was already tired. He’d gone by that previous mans little group a few more times, because Alvin was in the back eyeing him for not making a move, so he finally had. Though Alvin cut the show a little short, feeling they were getting nowhere, and having taken a bit of notice to the way Jack had been looking after Belial’s little hello. He waved him down and Belial smiled to the crowd of people, “Well I guess I’ll be leaving now. See you guys tomorrow. Remember, tomorrows theme day, so you eager boys out there will get to see me all dressed up in a costume~” he giggled and waved once more, slowly making his way off the stage with his money.

Now in the confines of his room, Belial counted his money and then went and gave it to Alvin, who had a safe box for each and every one of the workers, so if they didn’t want to make that extra trip to the bank late at night, or didn’t want to hold money around this part of town, they could keep it there for safe keeping. He was a trustworthy guy, how could he not be when in this business, counting your money and documenting it in every way, shape, or form, was something that every worker did. After a quick shower in the back where the room for the girls and boys to get cleaned up before a show or after a long day, was, he collected his bag and hurried out to the back. He called a taxi and stood beneath the light looming above the back exit waving goodbye to a few other girls that passed him as they went to their cars.
 
Jackie boy wasnt into waiting to long and so when Belial came out of that club the large man came from his car and strode on over. He was big, not as big as some of the other boys were but his shoulders were much broader than Belials and his height loomed over him. He approached cautiously, as if he was unsure about meeting up with the little stripper or even talking to him. Sandy haired man seemed like a southern gentleman, pale and rough around the edges - perhaps a little meek and exploritive now that the stripper had awakened interest in him. "You wanted to be called Bel, correct?" Jack asked him and just as a taxi was pulling up closer the man waved it away and grinned, as if signaling that he was no longer needed. So the automobile drove off with a shrug from the Indian man that drove it.

A quick look about told him all the girls had gotten into their car and were out of the dark parking lot. It was then that the big man grabbed the boy by the shoulders and quickly pressed a 9mm smith and weston handgun against his neck right where the pulse rose from the skin. Unless the boy dodged him he was looking at a extremely dangerous man willing to pull the trigger for such a simple action in the club that it must have been shocking. "Im not gay. Do I look like a faggot to you, kid?" He would ask him as he pressed the gun harshly into his throat, just holding him there by the hand on his shoulders harshly. Those brown eyes stared into the kids own with a firm scowl on thin lips, hate filling that face and turning it muddled and red. "I don't like faggots hitting on me. You know what I do? I kill people. For a living, for money...But I'll take you out for free you little freak."

"Now, now Jackie boy..." Came the cool, calculating voice from the other side of the alley way. A faint click of his exprensive dress shoes hit the pavement as he continued to walk towards them at a snails pace, hands in his pockets as that cherry lit smoke bobbed in his lips. "He can't help what he is. Look. A stripper whore needs ta make money to, ya know?" Vinny would snort as he shrugged, bulky shoulders rolling up defensively in his tailored black suit. "Gay boy or not...Now he's seen your face and mine. You think with all the murders you have done that you can let him go now? That he can go off and away on his little life..." Vinnys eyes narrowed down to the kid as he now stood a good five foot away from them. "The cab driver saw you too. We're going to have to kill him out in the country if you don't want to get caught..."
 
Of course Belial had been met by several men in the back before, looking for a good time, looking for their money back, and yes, he’d had his life threatened before, but he was surely never scared as he was about to be. The few people that had threatened his life definitely weren’t gonna go through with it, but then again, maybe they would have. It always seemed someone was around at the right time, able to tell the crazed freak to back off and get going. This time though, no one was around, and despite the cool night air, it was becoming real hot beneath that flickering lamp light. “Look guy,” Belial started when he’d been approached, growling in the back of his throat when the taxi driver was waved away. “Whatever your problem Is, get over it, I have to be leaving and I don’t have time for your freak shit.” Belial’s voice wasn’t much lower then it usually was while working, but it didn’t sound as smooth and erotic as it usually did. There wasn’t even a thought in his mind that maybe tomorrow he wouldn’t be showing up for costume night.

It was quite the shocker when he was held by his shoulders, gasping in surprise and swallowing hard at the sight of the gun. A few had been aimed at him before, but he’d never felt the barrel of one against his skin. Belial could feel hot tears burning at his eyes, but he didn’t cry, still hoping that Alvin might walk out and see him, help him, get this guy off of him and provide some comfort like he usually did. Alvin was nowhere in sight this time though. “L-Look, just skip my s-show if you don’t like it. I-I don’t’ have some g-gaydar or anything. You w-were watching, h-how can I assume o-otherwise?” maybe that wasn’t the smartest thing to say, but at least what he said were words and not just sobbing and what not.

Belial might have just jumped at the sound of someone elses voice, but he didn’t, knowing the tone was that of someone not intending to help him. Tears began to run down his face, and luckily he didn’t wear any kind of eye makeup or even lipstick, just the blush because it helped his already feminine looks, and that was water proof so he didn’t look like an idiot with make up running down his face, but he was still crying. ‘I-I didn’t mean t-to…I-I’m just..just another b-bar time slut, I’m j-just trying to make it b-by here….I’ll d-do anything, q-quit, g-give you my money, a-anything..” No one ever got this serious, and there was too much Belial wanted to do, or that he could do since nothing was coming to mind at the moment.
 
Jackie boy scowled as his boss came up to him and he simply glared down at the boy as he cried and pleaded. "Just like some little gay bitch to start crying." And that was it. His gun drew up and smacked the boy across the face with the butt of it, pistol whipping the stammering kid hard enough that a bruise would no doubt marr his pretty little face. Jack wasn't holding him anymore and should the boy fall by the force of it he would not assist him up or even try - in fact if he fell he would rear his foot back and slam in into the kids gut in a violent kick to his stomach to try and cause even more harm.

Vin allowed it. Jack had to get his anger out one way or another and if it was being violent with this little Nancy then he let him have it. He didn't move, not even after the man kicked into the boys stomach hard enough that it probably jerked him up off the ground with the force of it. It wasn't until the man aimed his gun at the kid again that Vin scowled and hissed out. "Yo, did you not hear me Jackie boy? You wanna kill him? Take his little ass out where no one knows him." Vin suggested with another charismatic shrug of his shoulders.

Jack would growl at the suggestion, his lip curling up as he looked over the boy, placing his foot down on the kids neck to hold him still and calm under him. Or at least as calm as he could get. "We could just shoot him here. Whores and strippers get killed all the time - no one gives a shit about some little flamer being gunned down." The man said as he looked up at Vin just as his boss's eyes narrowed dramatically. He backed up almost instantly from the kid and quickly he holstered his gun in his pants and spoke frantically. "I'm sorry boss. Really - I didn't mean any disrespect! I should have listened and I shouldn't have caused all these problems for you. I promise I wont even come back to this place." He held up his hands as he backed away from the Italian man. "I'll get in my car and go."

"You do that Jackie boy....I'll see you on Monday." Vin would grumble out as he watched the stupid shit get into his car and drive away. Smoke was taken from his mouth and flicked away and off to the side as he finally approached the kid, his hand reaching down to grab him by his arm and yank him to his feet - should he need support his large arm would scoop him up around his waist to hold him still and calm. "You okay there kid?" He'd ask him dully as those gray eyes traveled over his face calculatingly. "He busted ya up good, didn't he?"
 
Although not in the position to be a smart ass, he didn’t think it was quite that easy for someone not to cry when faced with a man, holding a gun, who was so much bigger then themselves. A girl would be crying more no doubt, Belial was just so used to this, and had had a bit of the ‘be a man’ talks put into him, despite how he acted at times. Thoughts about the idiocy of the mans statement left his mind when he felt the butt of a gun whip across his cheek, gasping and then making a fist and biting his lip, holding in his sobs. He did indeed fall back against the wall, holding his cheek with his not fisted hand, and then before he could even think about crying, he felt the mans force once more, this time in his gut, and from his foot. He coughed hard, repeatedly, feeling as if his lunch was going to come back up. Breakfast too maybe.

Belial was sobbing again when he found the gun in his direction once more, holding back any attempts to run away. They’d be stupid if anything. He inhaled, holding it in for a bit before exhaling once again. He felt tired, and his body was hurting. He wanted this to just be over. The mans comments didn’t hurt any more then his gun and foot had, because Belial had never really cared much about what others thought, especially homophobes. He didn’t hate them, but he just didn’t care for their comments. They neither hurt him nor pleased him. There was a sudden change in atmosphere when the man had said what he said and then got a very nasty, ‘could kill’, look from what Belial gathered was his boss. Soon the man was gone, but Belial felt only a little bit happier then he had been before. There was still this other man.

Feeling himself being tugged up, Belial didn’t fight it, didn’t have it in him to. He just took slow, deep breaths and tried to relax. He felt a bit more comforted in the mans arms, seeing as he wasn’t going to kill him or anything, as far as Belial knew. “I-I’m ok…J-Just a bruise or two.” although Alvin would question it if he saw, and wouldn’t allow Belial back out all bruised up. He’d be out for the week at the least. “W-What now…I’m…re-real sorry for whatever I did..” he murmured, lip quivering from the fear coursing through his veins.
 
Vin would just look over the man as he stammered and tried not to cry, as he apologized and trembled in his arms. Vin always got a kick out of fear - but oddly enough not so much when it was someone he deemed more innocent than guilty. Large hand brought up the boys face to the street light, angling it by the chin he had captured to look at the already swollen cheek bone that no doubt throbbed under that fine, yet delicate skin. "It's just Jack. He's got a hard on for beating men he thinks are gay and after him. Some shit about a older male teacher when he was a kid. Don't worry to much about it." Yeah - okay. Don't worry to much about the guy who just tried to kill you just because you were doing your job. Yeah - because that wouldn't be hard!

"It doesn't look that bad kid. Just some bruising and a few nights of nightmares but you'll survive." Vin told him as he pulled him along, guiding him down the alley way and off to the parking lot. He didn't even tell him what he was planning on doing - he was just doing what he wanted. That hand remained tightly knit around the kids waist, large hand holding onto his hip like he would a escort he was taking to a gala of some sort. "I'm taking you to my home. I live alone - but this will keep Jack off your back. If I left you out here his pride might tell him to come back and do you in just to make himself feel better." He explained dully.

Soon he reached his car, a black lexis with near full tinted windows - that had to be illegal but it seemed he didn't care. Nothing about the man seemed to care much from the swagger to the manner in which he talked to the kid. The door was opened on the passenger side of the car and the mobster gave the boy a look over and took his chin in his hand again, thumb pressing down on the flesh of it while pointer crooked to create a place to rest on it. "Your boss probably wont let you work for a while with your face like that. So tomorrow your going to call him and tell him you can't work and you are staying with a friend. I'm going to let you stay with me for a while, a month maybe before I let you free." Why was he doing this? "You look like a smart kid. Don't ask to much questions, eh? You've already been seen with me and trust me...Anyone I seem sweet on is at risk of a bullet in the brain so keep close, don't argue. Kapesh?" He's smirk and motion the man to get into the car, not giving him a option to get out of it.
 
Belial felt calmer and calmer as the moments passed, even allowing the man to tilt his head up without fuss. He licked his lips, also bruised from the biting he’d been doing to them. Oddly enough, Belial nodded his head to what Vin said, as if he understood completely how someone could just attack him like that, unprovoked. Or perhaps provoked by a stupid reason. “I’ll try…” he said softly, not wanting to seem rude despite still being very shaken up. He stayed close to the man, feeling as if they were the only people in the world after an incident like that. He wasn’t so much a savior as he was a kinder form of the man from before, this Jack person. But much more handsome, not that Belial was checking him out after that.

“Thank you…I guess I’ve had worst..” he laughed dryly, no real humor left in him. He had a hard time keeping up with the man, still being a bit shaky and unsure. Belial almost felt safe in the other males arm, holding his own shoulders tightly as they walked. “Oh, ok…That sounds much better then hoping he doesn’t come back. Anyways, if he did, it might put some of my co-workers in danger too, I wouldn’t want that..” he sighed and just continued walking. He was going to a strange mans house, a man who’s good pal just tried to kill him. Oh but it was fine, he’d asked if Belial was ok after all, once the guy had walked away and he said he’d see him Monday.

The blonds heart stopped dead at the sight of the car. It was a more expensive car then he’d seen in a while. Around here, everyone either had mini-vans from home, or dirty old pick up trucks. “Alvin will most definitely beat me up for getting beat up. I’m a money maker, usually..” he didn’t wanna seem prideful of that now, after he’d been degraded, degraded himself, and all together scared out of his wits for being what he was. “I’ll call in early tomorrow morning, he won’t answer the phone after twelve…” He listened to the mans warnings, climbing into the car and waiting for him to join on the other side before replying. “Not many questions to be asked…I’m Belial, by the way. Bel is my stage name. You don’t have to tell me yours…” he rested back against the seat, hoping distantly that the man would give him some ice when they got to his home.
 
Vin let him enter his car without a word, only the closing slam of the door heard as he walked around and entered the drivers side. Keys were put in the ignition and soon he was backing out, head twisted backwards to take in the road in hopes of not hitting anyone or scraping up his car. "Belial?" He asked suddenly and turned his eyes to the mans face. "Like one of the four princes of hell?" He would wonder with a smirk of his lips while he put the car in drive and slid from the strip club. The car drove like a dream, cruising happily down the pavement as he leaned back in his seat and lounged, large hand on the steering wheel as he watched the road go by. "You know they call Belial the worthless prince..."

It was then that he reached out to grasp the boys chin again with his free hand, pulling his face closer to him as he glanced to him, back and forth from the road and then to the boy. "But you will be anything but worthless to me, Belial. I don't put up with worthless things. Do you understand? It is why I didn't just kill Jack when he disobeyed...I am a very dangerous man, kid. If I tell you to jump you'll jump. If I tell you to eat from a dogs bowl you will. If I want to fuck you I will, If I want to kill you...I will." He let his words hang in the air as he kept his grip hard on his jaw before he let him go, he released him as he sighed and leaned back in his leather seat. "But I wont kill you, as long as you are devoted to me. You see kid...I'm a very possessive man....And I feel the need to possess you."

He turned then, moving to the ramp onto the highway before he continued his conversation with the little stripper. "The last wife I had cheated on me. The lieing sack of shit cheated on me behind my back. You want to know what I did to her?" He paused, as if waiting for him to ask but he pushed forward to soon and sneered. "I gutted her and chopped off the dick of the man that fucked her. You can't trust woman, kid. You can't trust strippers either." A pat to his leg before that large hand settled on his thigh, just resting there with the full weight of what he was telling him. "Prove that I can trust you...And you wont have to work another day of your life of fear or want for nuthin' Kid. Disobey me and we're gunna have some problems."
 
Adjusting his pants, having changed into something more presentable for every day life when he left the strip club, Belial was getting more comfortable around this man with every passing second. “Yes, like one of the princes of hell. I know exactly what my name means…My mom was a bit of a dumb blond, like really dumb, and kept it to herself what she wanted to name me, so then yeah. She didn’t change it because she said she wanted me to make that choice. It doesn’t make a difference to me, since she picked it because she thought it ‘sounded pretty’. I don’t feel worthless, even on stage. “ Actually, he felt very not worthless. He hadn’t even felt that bad when Jack had him against a wall earlier.

Although he gasped a bit, he didn’t pull away from the mans hand, letting him look him over as he pleased. He was looked at as a piece of meat everyday anyways. He listened almost unemotionally as the man spoke, obviously saying that Belial was no longer just Belial, but something of a possession to him. Was that so bad? Thinking about it in this state of mind, it didn’t seem bad. He didn’t feel scared, even at the thought of being killed. He just felt ok. “I…I guess that’s fine with me. I’ve been an object almost all my life. And if it weren’t for you, I’d be dead. It’ll be that way from now on, won’t it? Without you I’m just a target for deaths scythe. “ One more dry chuckle, but Belial was beginning to feel a bit better.

The next story he had to tell was a bit disheartening, but not in the bad way. “I hate cheaters.” Belial added almost angrily. Maybe murder wasn’t how he would have handled it, but a man betrayed is a man…well, betrayed, and that was just bad. “You’re right, you can’t trust strippers. I barely trust some of my co-workers.” He laughed again, this time with a little more joy to his tone. He glanced down at the hand against his thigh, touching it gently before resting his own atop it. “I can do that. I mean, you seem scary at first glance, no offense, but….Deals like this, with people like you, they’re not so bad if you have the right mind set. I won’t cheat, and I won’t give you any problems….You’re offering me everything I could ask from you, or anyone else. “ he half smiled, then closed his eyes. Maybe he was delusional, but he would die if he denied anyways, so maybe delusions were keeping him alive.
 
Vin was honestly a little confused by the kid. He went along with everything that he said which was classically un-victim like and in all of his time as a man in his line of work he could honestly say he was more use to the screaming and pleading of anything and anyone he came around. Even those that complied with him more often than not fought him first and foremost before they gave in trying to win his favor, but most of the time it was far to late and he already wanted to kill them. So this boy was either really smart or really stupid - he couldn't decide what it was just yet. The touch to his hand had his gray eyes glancing down quickly before moving back up to the road. "Good. Maybe you'll live longer than my last wife did." He muttered darkly but he didn't take his hand off the kids leg. It was not often he felt himself get attached to someone so soon, it wasn't often like he liked anyone but - hell. He was to old and to much of a asshole to deny himself what he liked

Soon enough they would pull up to his large estate where with slowed driving he would move in the wrap around driving port up to the massive gray brick house. Parking his car and waiting for the kid to come out with him the Mafia brute lead him up the large stairs to the massive door waiting to be opened. Keys were pushed into the large door frame and once opened the room in front of them was a wide open expanse, marbled tile floor was exposed to them and wonderful couches as well as a full spiral stair case that lead up into the upper stories where a chandelier sat, illuminated by nice yellow lighting. "Welcome home." He would mutter as he dropped his keys into a small shell dish that sat in front of the door. A motion was given to the kid to follow him as he went up the plushly carpeted stair case, his eyes half lidded as he went.

Hallways went off in various directions but as soon as they exited the stairwell he would simply go straight and head to the main room at the end of it where a massive room awaited, large canopy bed sat off to the side and cherry wood dresser drawers and large potted plants sat. "You'll stay in my bedroom. I don't trust that you wont run off and you are not just trying to be the 'good boy' and please me until you run away." He told him flatly as he rolled his jacket off his shoulders and tossed it away, lips pulling into a scowl. "In all honesty I have been watching you, kid. I've been to your shows before and I've wanted you for my own for a good long time. I got medical records from this month - your boss made you get blood work done?" He hummed as he plucked a vanilla folder from the top of his drawer. "I don't do STD's...it's why I went ahead and looked into that."
 
“Hopefully so.” Belial glanced towards the man, biting his lip slightly. Yes he still feared death, but he didn’t have any family, a few friends but they lived in near by city and didn’t visit often, and he was a stripper. There wasn’t much not to look forward to in life now a days. Vin seemed ok though, so he didn’t worry too much. “I uh, never caught your name. I can’t very well live with someone when I don’t know what to call them.” he smiled, tilting his head to the side to let some more of the cool air from the air conditioner hit his face. His whole body was starting to feel hot, a bit nervous now that he was really thinking. He didn’t want to take back his decision, he just was feeling a bit uncomfortable. Of course, there was no leaving this.

As soon as they neared the house that they were soon driving into, Belial’s eyes, only slightly open now, widened in surprise. He’d been expecting a lot from a man like Vin, but nothing like this. Belial was in awe, and was stuck just looking around for a bit before Vin’s words hit him. Home…He hadn’t really felt at home anywhere for a while, why should this place be different? Either way, It kind of was his home now. He’d been staying in a run down apartment for a while, and this was a total upgrade. Belial followed behind Vin puppy like, hurrying after him. As he walked, the shock began to disappear, and he began to feel normal about this house. It was just another fancy house, like the rest of them. Belial was told, as a joke, that one day he’d get picked up by a rich man like all the good strippers. He didn’t think it’d come true, but this was a bit funny. Once he’d calmed again, he was on Vin’s heels, as to not get lost in the big home.

It was fairly easy to get to the room, so he didn’t think he’d get lost too soon. When they walked in, Belial glanced around for a bit, but soon had his eyes back on Vin. “I guess I can’t make you think differently, but I don’t intend to run away. It’s fine with me either way. Are we going to be sharing a bed?” he asked, a small smirk on his lips. “Not that I mind.” he took off one of his shirts, having an under shirt below. It was cool in the room, and his mid-neck length hair wasn’t sticking to his skin like it usually did under the hot spot light. “Really? Hmm….I’ve never seen you. You just want me because you saw my shows…Haha.” he grinned a bit, but honestly felt a bit disheartened. “Neither do I. I’m always safe if it gets farther then just me getting naked. And I don’t do it that often, despite the rumors and assumptions. I’m just a stripper, not a street side whore. I’m clean. My boss doesn’t make me take blood tests, I took it on my own, but I turn them in to him in case customers want to know. I’m a pretty open book, just not between my legs. Now that I’m here, what’s my first order of business?” he teased. “Can I have some ice, for my cheek? And maybe some medicine for the headache I have?” He asked gently. Headaches and pain made him cranky, and he didn’t need to be cranky around this man.
 
Vin gave a small grunt as he was asked for a name. He paused, always a cautious man it seemed and for a moment he apered as if he was not going to give his name to the man. "Vinny Valentino." He finally told him as he looked along the files, scanning the pages to make sure he did not leave off anything. "Just call me Vin. Its what I go by anyways." And with that he placed the papers down and looked over the man when he mentioned wanting him. It was as if he could sense the let down in the little devil named boy and it amused him and caused a bit of standoffish confusion from the taller man.

"I wanted you not because of your shows but varying other things. Don't assume I am a man that goes after all that glitters because I want the best." He muttered as he came up to the boy and tapped his chin up, a small smirk comming to his lips as he hovered over him. The dark skinned Italian man simply hovered there for a moment as he eyed the boy up and down, weighing his options on what to tell him and what not to tell him. "I have followed you in the city. I know your apartment number and even when you make good money you still live in some crappy little hole in the wall. You are not stupid either. I've listened to you, watched how you present youself. You have spunk - which is becomming of you." Those calm gray eyes smoothly drew over the mans wounded face, trailed down his cheeks to where his lips were held. The man would give no pause in the next motion as he pressed a hand to the boys face, the side that had not been pistol whipped as he drew him up.

The kiss was anything but aggressive. It was soft, imploring and surprisingly soft as his other arm curled around the smaller mans waist to draw him up. He had to stoop down slightly in a effort to make the motion more comfortable for the newly acquired company while fingers brushed away those locks. He lingered, lips trailing along his own in peppered light movements, careful as to not seem as hungry as he was - but he pulled away soon enough and brushed fingers soothingly against the mans cheek where bruise was raising. "Of course. There is sleep wear in my dresser - grab a shirt and get into bed. I will bring you some ice. Do you have a preference in pain killers?"
 
Belial mouthed the name to let it sink in on his tongue, smiling when he was sure it felt good against his lips. “Vin, that’s a nice name you got there. I’ll get used to saying it.” he giggled a bit, his mood lifting once again. He brushed hair from his eyes and simply relaxed his tired body, letting once more, the things from the day sink in. “You can call me Bel, though I didn’t wanna use that line again after where it got me the first time. But now that I see where I am, it’s not that bad.” he gave the man a arm smile, still wishing to assure him that Belial had no intentions of running away. To where exactly? His crappy room like structure? When he could live here?

“It’s hard not to, just like it’s hard not to assume I’ve been with the whole city and back around once. “ Belial added with a slight shrug, but was glad at the mans reassurance. “Some people might call that stalking. But I’m glad that you’re pleased with what you see. Apparently, I’m yours now, and I wouldn’t wanna be a disappointment.” his eyes were half closed, as if he was dazed, but he was completely there, completely Belial. “I’m…glad. Despite my job, my profession you might even say, I don’t always wanna be a piece of meat. Not always..” Belial glanced down to the mans feet, and then up to his face, gently placing a hand on his chest, feeling the muscles beneath. Surely they were more dangerous then those of the man who’d actually caused him all his suffering for the night. He could feel the man looking at him, liked it even. He even felt himself lean up a bit when he knew what was coming, his large, warm hand soothing Belial’s untouched cheek.

It was bliss. Belial hadn’t kissed in a while, sex never meaning much to him, or to the other person. Kissing was a rarity, but he liked it. He placed his hands on Vin’s shoulders and groaned softly, wanting more then he was given, spraying soft kisses along the mans lips in return, panting even from the slight interaction. He would have nuzzled his hand if he didn’t know it would hurt his cheek, and if that cheek weren’t turning a whole different color, it’d be a nice shade of red, matching the other one, even covered by blush. “Well working, that’s my preference. “ Belial laughed, audibly happy now. He nodded his head in thanks as he made his way to the dresser, pulling out one of the shirts and placing it on the bed as he stripped down to nothing, yawning softly as he slipped on his new article of clothing, choosing it as his one and only even. He folded his clothes neatly and placed them atop the dresser, climbing onto the large bed and snuggling into the sheets. They smelt of Vinny, and he melted against the feel of something other then uncomfortable, cheap bed sheets. His smooth body rubbed against the bed for a moment, before he relaxed and closed his eyes. He wasn’t too sleepy, but he felt so great at the moment it was incomprehensible.
 
Vinny left to go downstairs momentarily without much more than a passing glance. When he came back, however, he was carrying a small pack of ice, a glass of water and a few pills for the boy to take. He had the decency to pause at the door and watch as the man snuggled into the sheets, a small smirk crooking up along his lips as he scanned the kids features peacefully. He had been without a bed partner for a long time and it was about time he found someone he deemed worthy enough to share his sleeping patterns with. "It has been a while sense I have been kissed. My wife's didn't even kiss me like that...they were always cold, uninteresting. It is probably why they only stuck around was because of this house." He nodded around the room before coming to sit at the mans bed side. The glass and pills was offered out first, the small ice pack held within his hands while the boy was allowed to take the pain killers and anti inflammatory.

"You like the bed?" He asked him once the man was done drinking his water and taking those pills. The ice pack was handed over to him then as he kicked off his shoe's and began to unbutton his own shirt to revile tanned imperfection. Muscle was packed tightly on his body but the skin - that was a different story. His flesh was marred with scars that were old and new - some even looked mildly fresh and pink along his side while others were pale and raised. Stab wounds from when he was younger and in a gang that was nothing good, while bullet wounds were grazed across shoulders, on his arms and a few were on his stomach. A hardened man, one that worked the gritty side of the mob more than once even when he was still on top.

His fingers moved out to brush the boys hair from his face as he lay in his bed, oddly gentle hands pushing them aside so he could lock eyes with the young man he had brought home. While Vin was a hard man to get along with for most people it seems he was not a man of just malice and meticulous planning of torture and death. Something deeper was there, something that longed for affection or possible care and devotion. It would not be unraveled all tonight, nor would he lay bare in a month or year. Well hidden for the most part but not so much that a glimpse could not be spotted every now and again. "I will send for your things in the morning. This house is massive...I would not want you to be without your personal objects."
 
Belial was more then just loving this. Now, he didn’t really know Vin, the man could walk out saying he’d get Belial pain killers, and just bring a gun and kill him. He’d said he wouldn’t, but Belial couldn’t be sure of that. Now he hadn’t put up his guard or anything, especially since moments ago he’d been rolling around in the bed like a young child. He turned his head just as the man entered the room, smiling, even blushing some, as he simply perched himself up on one elbow. “Oh, I see….Well, I…quite enjoyed myself. I lost interest in the house a while after we walked in. “ he admitted gently, talking the glass and pills and quickly swallowing them, hoping the affects would kick in soon. “Thank you so much, I’m sure I’ll feel better in just a bit.” He gave a bright smile, ecstatic now that he knew his headache would be leaving him.

“Like the bed? Ha…I think I could melt into the sheets if it meant never leaving.” Belial stretched his body, feeling the pain already beginning to lessen by the moment. He watched, intrigued, as the man began to remove his shirt. It was a terrible sight, reminding Belial who he was with, who exactly had brought him in, ‘saved him’, and now had control over him. “You sure have been through a lot…..I don’t think Alvin would hire you.” he teased, laughing softly, although he truly sorry for the guy, even though this was his job and he probably didn’t feel the same way. He hid his pity, not wanting to say it and offend Vin. But he wasn’t as pitiful as he was amazed, since he’d started crying after a punch and a kick, and Vin’s amount of body work could wrap around Belial’s whole body at least once!

Nodding slightly, Belial moved some of the sheets a bit, and scooted back some towards the edge. “That’s fine. I don’t have much anyways, it could probably fit in a corner of this room.” Bel chuckled, patting the bed softly. “Come on then, don’t let me take up the whole bed. “ Gently taking the mans hand, the ice pack being placed behind him for a moment, Belial leaned up, rather high he might add, and pressed his lips against Vin’s, in taking that same feeling he’d gotten earlier, before laying back down and resting on his side, the ice pack now held to his swollen cheek. All the tender moments they were sharing, it seemed so different then what perhaps both of them were used to. Belial was just going crazy with joy, an oddity in such a situation.
 
Vin would chuckle softly as he listened to the man, oddly transfixed with the smaller man as he rolled around in the sheets and smiled like this was the best day of his life. "Lucky for you then, hm?" He would rumble out before moving closer, scooting up onto the bed before pausing briefly. Pants were unbuttoned and zipped - kicked off and left on the floor without a care in the world as he got comfortable. Tight boxer briefs glued themselves onto his toned body and showed off every little curvature of the muscles under the skin. "I'm sure Alvin wouldn't hire me, unless it was for muscle. I don't move well enough to work a pole - I promise I wont be competition." He told the boy with a stiff face, only to chuckle and scoot up onto the bed once the man motioned for him to follow.

The kiss, however, was given right back as soon as the kid granted it. His hand would wander up to cup the back of his skull and drag him into his lips, eyes closed as he returned the affection with ease. It almost felt as if he had known the kid before hand - it was oddly natural. Once under the blankets the man rolled onto his side and propped himself up with his hand, eyes half massed as he looked over Belials facial features calmly. "Luckily I think with those pills the swelling will go down - especially with the ice..." He'd assure him as his hand came out to brush down the mans sides, fingers grazing along his hip bone just to touch and feel how soft the skin was. "Do you think your boss will be mad if you do not come back tomorrow?" He asked him from his propped up position, eyebrows raised as those gray eyes locked onto the strippers own.

"Will I need to talk to him?" He asked, voice kept impressively low key.
 
Things seemed to be looking up for Belial, in an odd way, and so he continued to just enjoy the better parts of the situation, here with Vin, who didn’t seem to want to kill Belial. Bel himself had never been in a devoted relationship, and had never really enjoyed just sleeping around, so maybe this would work for him. Taking some time to ogle the man before him, Belial found his body was rather pleasing, despite it’s flaws. Perhaps they were even as pleasing as the rest of him. “Yeah, you better not be competition. I take my stripper job very seriously. Back there, I’m the big man.” he laughed at the thought, that he was the equivalent of Vin back at the club. They shared a moment of laughter together shortly, Belial enjoying that little fact.

Belial liked the way that his and Vin’s lips felt pressed together, already missing the feeling as he was. He scooted closer to the man now, in basically the same position. “Good, I don’t care much for bruises or cuts on my body. “ he shrugged slightly and rested then gently on the pillow. He wanted to get closer to Vin, but didn’t wanna seem like he was pushing them a long to fast, although Vin was the one who said Belial was staying with him. “Uh…He might be a bit upset. Costume night is a big thing for him, it brings in a lot of cash because of all the special stuff we have going on…..You might have to say something, but please don’t get too rough with him. Alvin’s a nice guy, gave me the job when he wasn’t sure if I was stripper material, all ravaged and messy. If he just got a look at you he’d probably be ok with whatever you said.” he murmured, rubbing his hand gently over Vin’s chests, feeling the scars beneath his fingers.
 
Vin easily slung a arm over the mans waist as he came closer, all to comfortable with accepting the boy up against him and with a large hand grazing down his back the man would eventually wander down his rump and back of his thigh to pull it up and over his toned hip. They fit that way then, tangled in the bed as the stoic man let his hand linger at the small of the boys back, keeping him fitted nicely against his stomach and chest while fingers rubbed along the mans spine. A laugh came from him at the small joke the stripper played - he was the big man, huh? Vin had no choice but to believe him and instead of arguing he just chuckled and smirked down at the man in simple amusement.

"Mm...I do not think you will have to worry much about cuts and bruises, kiddo." He assured him with a firm nod of his head, making sure he put his point across while he reached over to grab the ice pack from the bed to place it gently over the swollen face of his. "I wont be to rough on him. I will, however tell him that I've claimed you and you will be living with me. I don't play around with what is mine. No lap dances." He told him sternly, looking over his face to see if there was any hint of disobedience in him. "I will tell Alvin that as well. I know you get extra money for that shit but this -" He let his hand roam over the boys side, down his rump and thigh that he had tugged over his hip. "Is mine. I've killed men for less things than touching what is mine, Belial. Don't make me find some lecherous husband and kill him..."

It was a simple warning really but not one that didn't hold the ringings of the truth - the honest to god truth. He would have no problem with killing someone if they touched his little prize. "I'll be giving you allowances, don't worry about lost money. I'll take care of you if you take care of me."
 
Belial was surprised that Vin had moved him about like he had, gasping softly and simply letting the man move his body as he wished, even moving a long with him, his leg hugging tightly to Vin’s waist. The man touched Belial so nicely, lovingly, Belial wasn’t used to it. He was used to men grabbing his rear, squeezing to the point of pain, caressing his waist but with only one intention, not just to feel his skin but to find something to hold to. Distantly he wondered if he’d miss the dance floor, but wasn’t sure about it just yet.

Snuggling Vin’s strong body, Belial could smell the distinct aroma of musk, the kind of musk only a man had. Belial lacked in this scent, smelling only of whatever he’d sprayed on that day, but naturally as just sweet. Listening intently, Belial’s first thought was indeed loss of money, but didn’t even frown at the demand. He nibbled his lip, glancing back at where Vin’s hand was trailing his body, the feel of his hands just sending jolts through Belial’s small frame. “Of course. You get quite a bit of money for lap dances, Sometimes they don’t feel all that bad either. But I can definitely do without them, Vin. As long as you can make up for it, which I have no doubt in my mind you can. And I don’t mean money. Old habits just die hard.” he kissed the mans chest gently on a not so scarred area and smiled up at him. “If you ever have to, it won’t be because I let them. I just want you to know some of them get grabby without me even glancing at them. But I won’t go giving lap dances any more, or let anyone touch me, if that’s what you really want.” he nodded. He did worry that some idiot might cop a feel while he was passing by, but that’d be their down fall.

“Well I suppose that works. I don‘t quite mind this little set up.” Belial yawned gently. “I’m really grateful for all this. It’s gonna be a lot different then what I’m used to, but I’m sure you can work me through it all.” he nodded, feeling a bit happier and definitely more at ease.
 
Vin smirked at the boy when he hinted he could make up for him - oh he was sure he could do that easily enough without him having to push or prod at him and force him into that situation. "I would have no problem helping you with that Belial." He assured him as if he were talking about the man having to remember to take some pills or other mediocre day to day things. The boys loyalty seemed to earn more trust in the big brute, it created a peaceful kind of joy that not many people got to see and it melted over the man in a wave of comfort. He moved then, and with the little mans leg over his hip it was not that hard to direct the boy back on his back so he could hover over him and in between his thighs. He made sure that other leg was gently guided up along his side as he lowered his body down on top of the mans with elbows pressed on either side of his head. "I will do what ever it is that is necessary to guide you through this experience..." He told him while he turned his head and pressed a soft kiss against unblemished cheek.

Vin was a man, and men it seemed had needs. It was not to say that he expected the kid to just give himself to him or that he even wanted to go down the road of sex just yet. If anything it was nice to touch, to experience things and feel the boy under him as he lay his body on top of the much smaller one. He was massive in comparison - his upper body dwarfed him and thus he had to work to keep his frame above his bed mates in a effort to not crush him under hand. "My apologies...But I have been watching you for a very long time and to finally have you under me is surprisingly intoxicating..." He whispered against the mans ear as he leaned over him, not touching or grinding, ripping off cloths or growling out lewd things. He just hovered over top of him, kept his weight off his body save for where hips touched and legs lay over his own in ways he has directed. "If I ever make you uncomfortable just tell me. I will stop. I am a murderer, but not a rapist."
 
Snickering a bit, Belial felt the mood changing from peaceful to heated. He knew this change well, if not from work, from past experience. He was glad though that he’d actually become quite fond of this man, before he made a move. Soon, Belial was being changed in his position once again, whining softly as he felt his back now against the bed, his hands finding their way to Vin’s neck easily enough. “Good, because I think there will be quite a few things necessary to make me more comfortable in all this. “ he murmured, his cheeks now burning with heat and color, the mans kiss doing a lot to his already needy state of mind. He’d be the first to admit that Vin, when he was like this and not standing idly by while Belial was getting beaten, was the most enticing man Belial had ever met. He didn’t even care that he was friends with the man who attempted to kill him, that he’d killed people before, that he was labeling Belial more as an item than a person. None of that matter, because Belial was used to near all of it, and it all seemed to wishy washy while underneath Vin’s large form.

Belial giggled a bit bashfully, shaking his head as he squirmed beneath Vin’s body. “It’s fine, really. I don’t mind at all. To be honest…I’m a little too hot and bothered now to even think of saying no to you Vin. I’m yours, remember? Mmm….If anything does make me uncomfortable, I’ll make sure to say so. But I’m not saying anything now, am I?” he grinned and leaned up, placing a more aggressive kiss against Vin’s lips, his body feeling all the blood rush below him. He couldn’t help but want Vin, want to be with him and just enjoy something because of who he was with and not what they were doing. Belial’s heart was beating, and after a while of simply kissing, he slipped his tongue slowly between Vin’s lips, urging him to do more then just hover above Belial. The blond wasn’t afraid, and he wasn’t regretting any of this. Maybe he would later, but lust held no feelings of regret. At least not while it was in affect.
 
Vin smirked as he watched the boy blush and giggle, his head canting to the side as he took in the lithe boys frame, how he held himself and the possibility of him faking the reaction. He was always wary of people in this situations - it was how he got stabbed a few times when he was young and stupid and bought the wrong woman home. Or man, really - but he did not make it a habit to bring men home very often. "You are not, you're right..." He all but purred as he moved his large frame down to comfortably cradle the boy with his own, the heat he gave off a sure sign that his arousal was not only there but glaringly obvious - not to mention the hard pressure of what was between his muscled thighs.

The kiss was accepted right away, pressed down into the slighter boys mouth with a need that ignited more flames, burned him up in ways he had not felt for a long time. One arm moved to curl under the boys head to prop him up to deepen the kiss and while tongue was offered out to the mobster it was soon accepted. His own was given in turn, the slippery muscle rolling hotly against the boys own as he combated in between their two mouths. Hungry, needing and demanding were three words that perfectly described the man that hovered over the stripper made precious commodity. With tongues sliding over one another sensually Vin would eventually nibble at it, drawing it into his mouth for a pleasant suckle and release that drew a smirk onto still kissing lips.
 
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