Here's an actual update ❤

Btw this is an AU where Zane doesnt where the mask, and hes a bit older than Travy 🤤

Zane's POV

I grimaced as I downed another quick shot of vodka. The alcohol burned my throat with each small cupful I drank, but I couldn't stop.

I was tired. I wanted a break, and now here I am, in this club, drinking away my sorrows like the depressed bitch I am.

I twisted my bar stool away from the bar, my eyes meeting those emerald green ones again from across the room.

Whoever the boy was, he was cute. He was way out of my league, however, considering the fact that he's one of the "entertainers" up on stage.

That's what they liked to call themselves at least. We all knew they were just strippers.

Some were retired prostitutes that needed more money, and some were just people trying to raise enough money to keep their family fed.

You have to do what you have to do, I suppose.

"He's really taken an interest in you, hasn't he?" The bartender asked, propping his head up on his elbow. I nodded and took a sip out of my margarita that I had set aside for the shots.

"What's his name?" I didn't take my eyes off of the dancer as I asked the question. I couldn't.

"He calls himself Val," I could see the bartender smirking out of the corner of my eye, "Gonna request him?" I gave the bartender a dirty look, which only made him laugh.

"Ol' Zaney here is getting it up isn't he?" I groaned and rubbed the bridge of my nose, slapping a twenty dollar bill onto the bar, and slipping off my barstool.

He wasn't entirely wrong.

I don't openly request the dancers like most people do. I do the smart thing and find the manager, and tell him that I want to take them home.

I prefer being discreet. It's better than throwing a stack of money at the dancer and patting my lap.

I shook my head as I began to walk towards the manager's office, my eyes never leaving the white-haired boy. He looked like he was still a teenager, and Irene I wanted to eat him alive. I was probably only five or six years older than him at 23.

3rd POV

The dancer twirled his leg around the pole at an angle, lifting himself up and spinning again, sliding down the pole with his thigh wrapped tightly around it and one hand joining the thigh on the pole, blowing a kiss at the raven-haired male that had caught his eye.

The drunk men and women surrounding Val all cheered and threw more money at the stripper, thinking the kiss was meant for them.

Zane smirked and winked at the boy as he knocked lightly on the manager's door, which made Val's heart stop in his chest for one of the very few times in his career as a stripper.

The white-haired entertainer slid down the rest of the pole, trying to catch his breath and regain his thoughts. He needed to finish his performance.

~

"Come in," A voice called from inside the small room. The voice could barely be heard over the loud roaring music of the club, but Zane heard it.

He gave the manager a grin as he opened the door, stepping inside and taking a seat in the chair in front of his desk, "Gene," He smiled and nodded, crossing his legs in the chair and tapping his foot.

Gene chuckled and sat down his glass, smiling and shaking his head at Zane.

"Well I'll be damned Zane. Here to request another one of my girls?" Gene reached into his drawer and pulled out a bundle of papers with pictures of all the strippers clipped to them, "Which girl has caught your interest tonight, my love?"

Zane laughed and bit his lip, "Actually, I'm not too interested in any of the girls tonight, Gene."

"Oh?"

"I want to know more about your newbie known as 'Val.'"

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Val gasped and let his body fall downwards on the pole, his back arching off the pole as he slid upside down back towards the floor of his stage. He held tightly onto his pole, and flipped his lower half backwards off of the pole, his heels clicking down as they made contact with the hardwood.

The crowd cheered, and more money was handed to or thrown at the dancer. He was too good.

He held onto the pole and twisted back around towards the crowd, throwing his leg up and around the pole. He gave one final spin and twist around the pole, climbing off and blowing a kiss towards the crowd, winking and waving shyly at all of his on-lookers.

Some groped the small boy as he bent down or squatted to collect his money, shoving their money into his tightly fit skimpy outfit. Val gasped as one man got too touchy, flinching and standing up. He took a deep breath and grabbed the remainder of his earnings, slipping off the stage with a final wink at the crowd.

"Hey Val, you have a um-"

"You have a customer," The white-haired boy looked up from his fingers, that were currently fiddling with his necklace, his co-workers were about as tired as he was, and they were ready for the next group to come up and take their places while they rested.

They looked somewhat nervous as they picked at their nails or completely avoided eye contact with him.

"I do?" Val felt surprised that someone had actually requested him, until he remember the tall dark-haired male sitting at the bar. "Oh. I-i do.." Val shook his head and looked at himself in his vanity mirror, trying to fix his hair and makeup.

"Val, be careful with this one." Phoenix said quietly as she sat next to her friend, fluffing his hair up and fixing his clothes while he reappled some of his makeup.

"He likes to go around with each entertainer that catches his attention, so don't get attached."

"Nicole, sweetie, I know better than to get attached to one of my clients. This is just a customer who wants to get laid," Everyone that worked in this club knew Nicole well. She could be a feisty little redhead, but everyone still loved her. So Val didn't hesitate to use her real name instead of her stripper name Phoenix.

Nicole's breath hitched. She stood up and stepped away from Val in a quick movement.

"Besides, most men like to do that in clubs anyways," Val continued, curling his eyelashes. Once he had finished curling them, he grabbed his eyeliner and began to reapply it, turning towards Nicole and gasping.

"O-oh I-,"

"I'm afraid the makeup is unnecessary, Val." Zane spoke with such a straight face and stern tone that it scared the hell out of the small stripper.

Zane hummed when Val flinched, grabbing his chin with his forefinger and thumb. "It's useless to even apply it, considering the circumstances that you're going home with me tonight."

Val swallowed hard, dropping his eyeliner pen on the floor. He already felt like putty in the man's hands and they hadn't even started yet. This would most certainly be an experience that he wouldn't forget.

"A-ah yes sir, I just need to grab my stuff, and then I'll be out." The dancer stuttered out, pulling away from Zane and pointing at his belongings.

"No need for me to leave you and wait, darling. I can wait for you here. What kind of escort would I be if I didn't?" The raven-haired purred with a sick grin on his face.

Val shivered and shook his head, nodding and quickly shoving his clothes and money into his duffel bag with carelessness.

He pulled out his oversized green hoodie and pulled it over his head to cover up beforehand. He didn't want to get cold on his way to his client's house.

His hands were shaking as he picked up his phone and bag, making his way back over to Zane as quickly as his stilettos would let him.

Zane nodded in approval and wrapped an arm around Val's waist as he guided him out of the club.

The girls looked on with worried expressions, while the boys shook their heads at each other and whispered prayers to Irene that Val wouldn't get hurt to badly.

"Ah so uhm, your name is..?" Val started, hoping to get some sort of conversation out of the tall male before they got straight to it.

"Zane. Zane Ro'meave, and before you ask, yes. I am part of the Ro'meave industry sweetcheeks." Val giggled at the nickname, hiding his face with his hoodie's sleeve.

"Nice to meet you, Zane. I'm V-"

"I know who you are Travis, darling."

The white-haired boy felt his heart lurch when Zane said his real name.

"Gene showed me your form. I wanted to get to know you a bit before I played with you."

Travis nodded in understanding, blinking slowly. Okay, so Zane knew his name. He was one of few people that were in the club that knew his real name. Besides, if he was just a client it wouldn't cause too much harm, right?

"I see.." Travis brushed his hair out of his face, blushing when Zane opened the back door of the club for him. He nodded a thank you and stepped outside.

The cool night air enveloped his body just as he hoped it would. It got too stuffy in the club sometimes and Travis always looked forward to stepping outside for a drink or two with his friends for a short while before returning to the hot and crowded club.

Travis gasped as a hand wrapped itself around his waist from behind, followed by another.

Zane pulled Travis flush against his body, kissing his head and looking at the night sky. "Beautiful isn't it?" He whispered, interlocking his fingers on Travis' front.

The smaller male nodded and sighed at Zane's warming touch, closing his eyes and relaxing. It was somewhat comforting to be held by the taller man. Zane was warm and soft and smelled like a pinacoloda, which was Travis' favorite.

"I can give you a better view of this at my penthouse." Zane whispered softly into Travis' ear, kissing the small area of skin behind it.

Travis shivered and nodded, leaning into Zane's body. "I-i think I'd like that.." He returned shakily.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah.."

Zane hummed and kissed Travis' cheek pulling away from him, much to Travis' disliking and leading him to his black car.

Once Zane opened the door for Travis and plopped himself into the driver's seat he started the car, rolling his neck and cracking it.

"Remember Travis, I am just a client. You can't get too attached." Zane smirked, and looked at himself in the rearview mirror.

Travis rolled his eyes and buckled his seatbelt, pulling his phone out of his hoodie's pocket, and checking his notifications.

"Yeah yeah I know. It's my first time with a client, and I can't get attached because it's just a fli-" Zane snatched Travis' phone out of his hand, placing it under his left leg. "Hey! What'd you do that for?" Travis whined, reaching for his phone.

"You got snappy as soon as you got on your phone. I won't tolerate you disrespecting me, do you understand me?"

Travis fish-mouthed for a minute, trying to find the right words. "A-ah yes sir." The white-haired teen dipped his head shamefully, beginning to fiddle with his necklace.

Zane grinned, "Good boy. Now how about you tell me more about yourself, hm?" Zane backed out of the club's parking lot, starting to drive to his house, sparing Travis a glance every now and then and nodding to whatever he was saying.

Irene. He's so cute.

Zane shook his head, taking his right hand off of the worn out leather steering wheel and setting it on Travis' thigh.

"And I told Dante that if he ate anymore of my food I'd stab his hand." Travis giggled and looked down at Zane's hand.

Zane chuckled and squeezed as he stopped at a redlight. "So I'm going to guess that Dante is your roommate, hm?"

Travis squeaked at the firm squeeze and nodded. "We've been best friends since highschool, but he graduated my sophomore year."

Zane hummed knowingly, pressing on the gas as the light turned green, leaning back in his seat some more and rolling his neck again.

"Dante's the one that suggested me being an entertainer. When we uh- dated, he noticed how flexible I was and joked about it. I needed a job and took him seriously and now here I am." Travis tugged at his hoodie's strings nervously.

He didn't know why he was telling Zane all about himself, but judging by the model of his car and his nice clothes, Travis figured that it might earn him a bit more money.

"You and Dante dated?" Zane smiled glanced over at Travis, squeezing hid thigh again.

Said boy nodded shyly, catching Zane's eye and quickly turning to look out the window.

"You know Travis," Zane turned left, putting his arm protectively across Travis' chest as he did, "What I don't get is how confident you can be up on stage, but now that I've got you all to myself, you're nothing but shy. Where'd all that arrogance go, baby boy?" The elder purred, grinning aat Travis' now red face.

Travis shivered and tried to squirm out of Zane's now taunting grip on his leg. "A-ah-," Travis tensed up as Zane's hand moved upwards, "Well you're my first client, Zane."

Zane hit the brakes, thankfully on an empty road in a very poshe neighborhood. "I'm your first?" Zane looked taken aback. Had Travis really never-

"Not my first time! Enki, Zane I've had sex before. Just not randomly." Travis facepalmed, his face flushing red. 

Zane exhaled, blinking and nodding.  "Okay..   That's good.  I didn't want to hurt you or anything."  

Travis hummed and watched as Zane continued the drive to his house, or what Travis suspected to be his house.  Wherever it was that they were going.   "So I'm going to assume you like to be rough with your clients, hm?"  

Zane sighed and chuckled, "If I'm paying you to fulfill my desires, then you'd better do it correctly."   He smirked, looking at Travis out of the corner of his eye.  

Travis bit his lip. 

He was in for a long night. 

After about ten more minutes, the two arrived at their destination.   A very large mansion, which Travis assumed to be Zane's house.   Zane turned off the car, pulling his keys out of the ignition and stepping out of the car.   After he opened Travis' door and helped him out, they walked towards the porch together, with Zane's arm wrapped protectively around Travis' waist.  

Once Zane unlocked and opened the door to his house he flipped on a light and allowed Travis inside.  

"The bedroom is on the second floor third door on your right."   Travis nodded and slowly made his way towards the large staircase.  

He trembled as he climbed up the stairs and walked towards Zane's bedroom.   The lights were dimmed upstairs, and it made the teenager wish Zane had walked up with him.   Instead, the raven-haired ducked into what Travis assumed to be the kitchen to do Irene knows what.  

Travis' hand shook as he turned the doorknob and pushed open the door.  

In the center of the room against the wall was a large black bed with a canopy surrounding the edges.   The canopy looked to be movable, so Travis assumed that he could indeed close tbe curtains once on the bed, which would make a fine position for Zane to discover him in, but not before he looked around a bit more. 

There was a sliding glass door a little ways away from the bed, but Travis could only barely see that through the curtains hovering around it.  

It must lead to a balcony,

Travis figured anyways. 

The carpet was plush and looked to be soft, but with his shoes on he couldn't tell- ah!  Shoes! 

He needed to prepare himself for when Zane came to the room. 

He didn't want to disappoint his client further.  

Travis walked towards the bed, sliding off his hoodie and throwing it down over the side of the bed.  

The white-haired boy crawled onto the bed and sat on his knees to close the canopy's silk black curtains.   They looked mystical the way that you could faintly see through them.  

It reminded Travis of some black stockings that he owned.  

Travis laid himself down on his tummy, crossing his arms in front of him and resting his chin on his forearm.  The small entertainer crossed his legs and lifted them up into the air, the stilettos' straps tightening around his ankles as he bent them awkwardly.  

Oh well, anything to earn money, right?

A few minutes later, the door was carefully pushed open. 

"I'm not too sure what time of wine you like, Travis but- Travis?" 

Travis purred and lifted up his torso, resting his head on his hands, "On the bed, sir~"  He purred seductively.  

Zane smirked and pulled back the canopy curtains enough to stand in between the openings.   "Well look at you,"  Zane raised an eyebrow and smirked, handing Travis the glass of wine and leaning down to kiss him. 

"My new pet decided to look pretty for me?"   Travis giggled and licked his lips, nodding as he took a sip out of the glass of wine. 

"Why wouldn't I want to look good for you?  You are paying me after all,"  Travis sat up, crossing his legs underneath him.  

The white-haired male spun his glass in a circle, watching the liquid race around the inside of the cup and leave red dripping stains with each way round. 

"I'm not just paying you,"  Zane wrapped his hand firmly around Travis' throat, pulling his face towards him, "I'm treating you, Travis.   This is an offer,"  

Travis gasped as his grip tightened.   He quickly latched his own hand around Zane's trying his best to pry it off. 

"I can give you everything you've ever wanted, you just have to impress me, my love."  

"That sounds like a challenge to me, Sir."  Travis licked his lips, leaning towards Zane. 

"And your response to my challenge is, my darling?"   Zane allowed Travis to lean forward enough to be mere centimeters away from his lips. 

"I'm always up for a challenge."  

Zane smirked and let go of Travis' throat, pressing his lips against Travis' and crawling onto the bed with him.  

After the two men finished their glasses of wine, Zane decided that it was time that they actually began to toy with each other.  

The raven-haired male sighed against Travis' lips and kissed him one final time, "I could eat you alive."  Zane whispered, moving down to his partner's neck.  

Zane kissed and licked at Travis' jawline, biting and pulling at his earlobe before licking the shell of his ear.  

Travis whimpered and dug his fingers into Zane's mass of thick hair, "I could let you do just that."   He whispered back, allowing Zane to crawl on top of him and pin him to the bed.  

"You say you could as if you have a choice."  The two chuckled at that, both knowing that it was a choice that they had both chosen the second they laid their eyes on each other. 

"Should I rephrase it and say that I will let you do it?"   Travis purred, moaning as Zane grinded down on top of him and groaned deliciously in his ear. 

"You already have,"  Zane mumbled, returning to Travis' lips, biting down onto his bottom lip and pulling at it. 

Travis whined and leaned up to get his lip back. 

"You're so pitiful,"  Zane growled, grinding down roughly against Travis, "It makes me want you even more."   Zane chuckled and sat up, running his hand over Travis' stomach, his fingers teasing the erect nipples on his chest, making Travis flinch away from the hand. 

"Bright green thong?  Green seems to be your favorite color, hm?"   Travis hummed and nodded as Zane's hand ghosted over his erection that was prodding at the silk fabric. 

"It looks so pretty on you, baby."   Zane leaned down and pressed a kiss to Travis' erection which caused Travis to roll his hips upwards to Zane's mouth. 

"Ah ah ah!"   Zane smirked and held Travis' hips down with his hands.  "Not yet, let me play with you some more~"  Travis whined but complied.  

Zane hummed and kissed Travis' inner thighs, practically moaning in response.   Travis had thick thighs and Zane already loved it.  

Zane continued to kiss and lick at Travis' thighs, leaving deep purple bruises with his teeth much to Travis' disapproval. 

The boy didn't want the bruises to show up while he was dancing, thinking it might cause a problem. 

Zane finished marking Travis' thighs and moved back to the smaller boy's lips, humming and sighing in content as he kissed the entertainer. 

Travis ran his hands over Zane's back, pulling at the back of his white button-up with one hand, his other caressing Zane's neck. 

Zane hummed against Travis' lips, beginning to un-button his shirt.  

Once he finished with the buttons he began to pull off his shirt but Travis pulled away and told him not too.  Zane looked confused for a moment before Travis explained, "The shirt makes you look hot and powerful.  Keep it on.."   Travis whispered against his lips, "I like the way it shows off your body.  It's like a strip tease,"  Travis giggled and ran a finger down Zane's chest. 

Zane raised an eyebrow with a smirk and shook his head, pressing his lips back against Travis', "Whatever you want, darling."  

Travis quickly made work with his hands as him and Zane continued to make out.   The white-haired stripper tugged at Zane's belt, pulling it out of the metal piece and beginning to pull the strip of leather out of the loops.  Travis felt Zane's hard-on through his dress pants, palming him. 

Zane groaned and grinded into his hand, pulling away from Travis for a moment to breathe. 

Travis giggled and kissed Zane's jawline, moving to his neck as he continued to play with Zane through his pants.  Travis moaned against Zane's neck as he dipped his hand into his pants, pulling his cock free and beginning to openly jack him off. 

Zane groaned and dipped his head lower as Travis began to assault his neck with kisses and continued to jerk him off. 

Zane was a very "decent" size, well to be more blunt, he was big.  Travis didn't know how in the world this hot and heavy cock would fit inside of his petite little body without destroying it completely- oh the thought of just that made a tremor of excitement travel through Travis' body. 

A/n:  PLEASE READ THIS

Alright so um-

I was going to finish this, and I am, but I'm going back to the dorm- so uhm...  I won't be able to continue the smut until I get back Labor Day weekend.  I'm so sorry guys ❤

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