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Stripped	By : Kylee_Phoenix Category: +S to Z > Soul Eater Views: 2895 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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          Getting Stein into the club was a cinch. Spirit had been coming there ever since he was a young child because his mother had actually been a stripper herself. He'd practically grown up in Chupa Cabra's. When he'd turned fifteen a year and a few months ago, the girls had all formally welcomed him into adulthood, as it were, with his first lap dance. Since then they hadn't been able to keep him away.

          He steered Stein to a table that was close to the stage with the music already pumping through his veins. Spirit figured Stein would want to observe up close and this would give him an opportunity to stop any crazy that was bound leak out.

          Stein leaned forward in the over-sized chair taking in everything that was currently happening on stage, which happened to be a lovely blonde in the smallest attire he’d ever seen a female wearing in person by far bending over all the way to the floor, her palms resting face down on the mirrored surfaced. She shook her ass in the air like a female cat in heat, her body swaying back and forth with the music in the club. The down and dirty bass beat pumped through his head, seeming to facilitate the heavy, sweaty, blood rush to various parts of his body that was now taking place. He could definitely see why Spirit liked this place.

          His initial impression of it had been that it was too dark and too bright at the same time, the neon lights assaulting his eyes. It was all designed to disorient, disarm, and ultimately, probably, bleed its patrons dry of their monetary funds while convincing them it was doing them a huge favor. It was a filthy crush of human sexuality, but this, he decided, was not altogether bad. It was a playground of new observations, different kinds of people than he was used to, unfamiliar situations. Ultimately, it was absolutely fascinating. And it was beneficial, as a miester, to be able to connect with his weapon’s needs and desires. The more he understood about what drove Spirit, the more he would be able to drive him.

          He looked over to his companion who seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself, his hand snaking out to the blonde dancer bearing several crisp deathnotes. Spirit’s eyes were full of a mix between adoration and lust as she bent down to accept the bills, lifting the pink string away from her hip for him to slip them against her tan skin. She leaned down to him, and they exchanged words, veiled from Stein’s attempt to read their lips by a curtain of hair. After a few moments, she rocked back up to her feet and retreated to the back, leaving Spirit with a fantastic grin on his face.

          Stein looked at him, raising an eyebrow, as if to say ‘what was that about?’

          Spirit grinned at his miester, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. Now Stein was really curious. They both leaned in at the same time to speak, Stein grinning and Spirit laughing when they nearly bumped heads together.

          "I requested a private audience with Miss Brigitte.” He smiled brightly at Stein, winking and poking a finger into the younger boy’s chest as he said, “You’re getting a lap dance.” A slow smile spread across Stein’s face. Excellent, he thought to himself, he would be able to study that fine feminine specimen up close. Spirit laughed at his friend’s expression.

          "You look pleased. Having fun?” Stein smiled genuinely.

          "Yes.”

          Spirit didn’t even attempt to conceal his glee at this. He was finally doing something good for his troubled friend, something that seemed to be helping him express himself in a more normal way. Would Stein ever be normal? He doubted it. But maybe he could keep this boy that he had grown to care about from doing things that could either be self destructive or destructive to those around him. Corral the madness, as it were.

          Meanwhile Stein was musing over how lovely the girl’s skin had looked under the lights in the club. How he’d really like to get a closer look at it, examine its properties, see, touch, taste, smell, and then cut and peel it open to look on the inside. . .

          They sat at their table next to the stage a little while longer, waiting for Brigitte to finish up in the back. Spirit slammed back a few more beers, cat calling the next few dancers to emerge for their sets, addressing each of them by name and getting enthusiastic smiles from all of them. Many more deathnotes slipped from his fingers into their g-strings. Stein sat quietly with his glassful of iced tonic water, sipping and savoring the sights.

          "Alright gentlemen, let’s welcome Jessica to the stage for her first dance!” The girl was a saucy red-head, lean and impressively muscled while still being quite feminine, and Stein watched her, captivated. She was a pro at the pole, practically sexing it, her curves hugging it, grabbing it, holding her form to it with impressive strength. When she moved away from the smooth metal, slowly edging closer to them, her dance was full of heat, but she seemed a bit unsure of herself. Spirit leaned over and said,

          "I’ve never seen her here before. She’s amazing!” Stein smirked. She was young and a little doe-eyed, but she masked it with a vague mist of seduction. It was enough to fool most men after that amazing display on the pole, and Spirit was apparently no exception. He whistled and called her name, practically drooling.

          Stein studied her soul, a skill he’d been practicing to perfect since he’d discovered it. Her essence was fiery and leonine, but she was reserved, holding herself back. She struggled with her inhibitions. She was more naive and eager to please than the rest of these girls had been. They were all manipulative in their own ways, seeming to know all the tricks of their trade to keep the deathnotes flowing. They all had a very good sense of their personal power, using their feminine wiles and wits to their absolute advantage. Her power seat had been that pole, and now she was struggling a little to find the same sense of presence she’d possessed before. Stein held his hand out to Spirit.

          "Give me a couple of those.” Spirit shoved some bills into Stein’s hand, encouraged by his friend’s sudden intense interest in one of his favorite activities. Stein grinned evilly rising from his chair to lean his arms on the edge of the stage. He caught her eye, and she crossed the floor to stand in front of him. She rose to the challenge his eyes issued, bending over in front of him to flash her tits inches from his face, attempting to disarm him.

          Stein leaned back a little, unfazed, his eyebrow raising as if the say ‘Is that all you’ve got?’ The bills were tucked neatly between his middle and fore finger as he beckoned the dancer to come closer and closer to him, her platform shoes teasing the edge of the stage. His eyes locked with the girl’s intensely, and she followed his finger until she tripped on the edge and almost fell unceremoniously off the stage. She recovered quickly, her cheeks blushing red with embarrassment and anger as she snatched the bills out of his hand and cursed at him. He simply smiled. She finished her dance abruptly and collected all her bills in a small purse, leaving the stage on the left.

          "What the hell was that dude?” Spirit spat at him, clearly peeved. He chased after Jessica, and Stein gathered from their body language that he was attempting to smooth things over with her. Charmed by Spirit, she seemed to leave the room in a better humor, though she did flash an unmistakably sour look back at Stein before she left for the back room. Spirit sidled up to Stein’s chair, hands in his pockets, his shoulders slumping with a familiar sulk. His own frown was both disapproving and disappointed.

          "Really, Stein, that was a dick move. Not cool.” Stein’s face was thoughtful for a moment, studying Spirit’s eyes, gauging the situation, searching for the proper response.

          "I’m sorry,” he said finally. Was he really sorry? Yes and no. It had amused him to push the girl into doing something embarrassing, just to see if he could, just to see if she would. She meant nothing to him aside from being a test subject in this latest experiment. But something in him did feel bad for making Spirit unhappy with him. It was a sensation that had become increasingly more prevalent in their relationship with each other. It was something he’d never felt before with anyone else. Was this a consequence of the meister/weapon connection between them? Was this what a normal relationship with another person felt like? He filed these questions away for further examination later.

          "No point telling me that. It’s Jessica you owe it to.” He frowned and crossed his arms. Was Stein really sorry for the reasons he should have been? Probably not. But he was trying, and that was what counted. If anyone should try to understand him it was Spirit, his weapon, his closest companion. While most of the students at the DWMA shied away from Stein because he was seen as everything from odd and creepy to downright psychotic, Spirit saw something else in the kid. He was brilliant. He took in information at a rate that was astounding, quickly leaving Spirit in the dust in his studies despite being five years his junior. In fact, shortly after they’d paired up, he was asking Stein for help with his classes. He sat back down finally, giving Stein a squinty eyed look and saying,

          "Can you try having fun without being such an asshole?”

          "Yes.” Stein said simply. He went back to his drink which was now somewhat watered down.

          The two of them were each lost in their own separate thoughts when Brigitte finally emerged to escort them to a private room. She lifted the mood with her bubbly personality, and Spirit quickly came back out of himself to enjoy the company of the busty blonde. Stein remained in observation mode for the time being. He had learned two very valuable things tonight thus far. Spirit was very good with women. Stein, not so much. Or, to be fair, he wasn’t very good with people in general. This was a failing on his part which he would seek to correct in the future, as it seemed prudent in furthering his goals.

          "Does your friend know the rules, babe?” Brigitte inquired of Spirit as they entered one of the private rooms towards the back of the club. He smiled at her politely.

          "No, this is his first time at this fine establishment, lovely. Why don’t you fill him in?”

          She beckoned them both to sit back on the plush, purple couch seating that lined the circumference of the small room.

          Stein noted the fabric was surprisingly soft compared to the chairs that had been in the main room. The air was thick with a cacophony of scents. The lower tier was a rich, rosy perfume, something cheaply exotic. The second was the unmistakable sour tinge of spilled beer in upholstery, something that Stein was familiar with at this point because Spirit tended to lose control of his motor functions when he was binge drinking. The third, a combination of sweat and heady sexual smells that Stein couldn’t quite identify, but they punched him somewhere deep in the reptile brain. He found himself fighting off a quickly conjuring hard-on remembering suddenly that an erection at this point would most certainly cause bleeding. That would be hard to explain, not to mention bring an abrupt end to the outing.

          Brigitte said a few things, the main gist of which seemed to be that he was not allowed to initiate physical contact with her, and he wondered how much money Spirit was paying these girls to not be able to touch them every time he came in here. Wouldn’t a prostitute be a more prudent expenditure of funds? Not to mention one could potentially get away with doing much more to a prostitute, hidden away from prying eyes. . . he shook his head, distancing himself from that thought. No, that couldn’t lead to anything good. What was this new voice of reason in his head? It sounded, unsurprisingly, more than a little like Spirit.

          As he fought with these dark inner desires and fantasies, Brigitte and Spirit had decided that she was going to give Spirit a lap dance first, which was more than alright with Stein because he really wasn’t sure how much of the stripper dancing on top of his healing member he could take. In fact, he was more than content to just sit and watch the two of them have fun with each other.

          Spirit was rip roaringly drunk at this point, and he was barely able to keep to this seemingly arbitrary rule that prohibited him from touching the girl who was now vigorously riding his crotch like a rodeo queen. She was apparently allowed to touch him however and wherever she wanted to, and she took every liberty, even going so far as to kiss him squarely on the lips, trailing her tongue down his chin and on to his neck, then back up to his ear. She stopped to suck on the lobe then traced a line around the edge of his ear. Spirit drew in a ragged breath, his eyes rolling in the back of his head, hands balled into fists, straining with the effort not to touch the girl.

          So Spirit liked to be touched when he couldn’t touch back. This information was quickly filed away for use, possibly later tonight. It was obvious that this was not the first lap dance Spirit had gotten from Brigitte, and the talented woman was presenting Stein with a diagram of places to investigate later. The strippers seemed to know his weapon’s body better than him. The idea hiding in the back of his mind slowly began to unfurl. To properly use Spirit, he should know all of him.

          Spirit had his head thrown back on the seat, but he was watching the dancer like his life depended on it. In the red head’s mind there was nothing so overwhelmingly beautiful as a woman enjoying herself with him. He wanted to please, he wanted to appreciate, and most of all he wanted to matter. Spirit mattered to these dancers. As Brigitte rubbed over everything she could touch, he could feel an intense gaze watching the whole interaction. However, he was too drunk and too distracted by the blond to really take the time to make sense of it. Too quickly the dance was over and his sole focus in life was sliding off his lap. It was beyond hard not to throw himself on her and cling for everything he was worth. ‘Touching is a not okay’ his alcohol addled brain supplied.

          Stein watched the bereft expression take over his scythe’s face as the woman turned to him and smiled. Spirit followed her closer to him, still not touching, but definitely needing.

          "Your turn,” Brigitte quipped. Stein watched those long tan legs spread to settle around his thighs. He could see Spirit’s longing expression over her shoulder.

          The pressure of another person touching him was something Stein always noticed. So few people were actually willing to touch him. Spirit had moved as close as he could without touching both of them.

          It was now Stein’s turn to feel the weight of a focused gaze on him, as Spirit practically salivated over the prospect of watching them. Stein rested his hands back behind his head, keeping them clasped there. He would have to expend a decent amount of effort not to touch her as well, though admittedly, the reasons behind his desire to touch were probably quite different from Spirit’s. He blinked back thoughts of her laying flat on a polished metal table, large pins pushed through the flesh of her wrists, resting between the radius and ulna of each, a gleaming scalpel in his hand poised to cut anywhere he desired. . .

          Brigitte was every bit as enthusiastic about his dance as she had been over Spirit’s. She seemed to truly enjoy her job. Erotic dancing for and on top of strangers was something that she liked, no loved. Stein suspected that it had something to do with power over these men who came into the club at night to have their senses titillated, to be enthralled by beautiful sights that they can never touch. Didn’t everything in this world have to do with power? One person having it over another in some form? But maybe, no. Perhaps what she really enjoyed was the opportunity to make the men she danced for happy. There was a difference in the way she enjoyed it, a joy that reminded him of Spirit with his many women.

          All these thoughts flipped through his head in mere seconds, though he was most certainly not distracted from the dance itself as the woman expertly writhed on top of him. She was gentle enough with her attentions that it didn’t hurt him, seeming to barely brush him in his groin, keeping his attention but not giving him enough to really become satisfied. It wasn’t so much the sexual nature of the touch that fired his nerves, sent them on edge, but the way this stranger was touching him, as if she knew him enough to be intimate with him. It was a sensation that he had not felt very many times in his life. He always seemed to be scaring people away with his intensity. Not Spirit, though. He looked over at his partner, who was now glazed over with the alcohol ravaging through his system, and he seemed somewhere between bliss and madness. Stein smiled at Spirit, a true look of appreciation and camaraderie. Spirit echoed the sentiment.

          This lap dancing business was all well and good, but Stein had come to the end of what he could learn from this particular experience. Or had he? Don’t stop the experiment before it’s over. An idea came to his mind, and a wicked grin teased the edge of his lips.

          "What’s that grin about handsome?” Brigitte smiled and giggled. She was really quite cute, the delicate features of her face drawing Stein’s attention as she smiled at him. His hands twitched as he imagined his fingers ripping into the supple flesh and peeling it back to look at the bone structure underneath. To study the effects that the foundation of a human face have on its appearance at the surface. . . He blinked, coming back to reality, coming back from his own dark musing.

          "Can I ask you a question Brigitte, about my friend Spirit over there?” He smiled, his eyes conspiratorial and amused. Brigitte laughed. She wanted to be part of the game, whatever it was Stein was playing at now. She glanced over at Spirit, wondering what the question would be.

          "Sure sexy, what do you wanna know?” He motioned for her to come closer so that he could whisper in her ear. Spirit couldn’t hear what he was saying, but watching his lips coming so close to her ear, looking over at him with a sly smile as his lips moved inexorably slowly, it almost made him want to kiss him. He shook his head, blinking, perplexed about the thoughts coming into his head. He was just really damn horny, that was his problem. Any pair of eyes giving him that kind of lascivious look and any pair of lips giving him that kind of sly smile would have turned him on with this hyper-focus he was experiencing. Brigitte laughed at Stein’s question.

          "Well how would I know that?” She put her hands on her hips. “We get paid to dance here, nothing else, you got me?” She eyed him suspiciously, but he only shrugged.

         "I just thought he talked to you girls about that kind of thing, yes?” She cocked her head to the side.

          "Yeah, he does. . . ,” then she leaned down and whispered something else in his ear. Stein had a very amused look on his face. By this time Spirit had been watching them intently for quite a while, and he was certainly curious about this conversation they were having, but was still somewhat preoccupied with watching Stein.

          "Is he sweet on you?” She asked, her eyes gaining a naughty gleam at the thought. “The way he looks at you. . . But I thought he was all about us ladies?” Stein chuckled.

          "Can’t he like both?” He asked the question honestly curious. She laughed.

          "Yeah, I reckon. More to love. Why not? I’m not one to judge.” She looked over at Spirit, his expression perplexed, and he move over to them, wanting to be part of whatever this was that was going on.

          "Hey kids, if you’re going to whisper secrets about your Sempai, you should do it while I’m not in the room.” He shot Brigitte a smile and a wink, and she giggled. To imply that he was older than her was quite a complement, but it was the kind of thing he could get away with without any of the girls doubting that he meant it. Stein grinned evilly.

          "I think Brigitte here would like a show from us Spirit. Why don’t we give a little back for all the hard work she does entertaining us?” It was Stein’s turn to wink at Brigitte. She knew exactly what he was talking about, but Spirit was utterly confused, and his face showed it. Brigitte moved to the center of the room where there was a lit circular stage, and she sat back on her hands, crossing her legs, watching the two men, utterly amused by the events of the night. It wasn’t often she got a show while she was working, at least not from the men, and generally not one she wanted to see.

          "Um, what was it you wanted to see sweetness?” Spirit’s mind reeled. Did she want them to strip for her? This was certainly unprecedented. As much as the girls loved Spirit, they’d never made this kind of move on him so to speak. This was a strictly legit club in terms of the services they offered. Look but don’t touch was always upheld for the customers, and the mere mention of offering to pay for anything more explicit than a lap dance was met with a swift kick to the curb by the bouncers. Perhaps that partially explained why they were so lax with Spirit on the age issue. Well, that, and he had family ties to the business.

          Stein moved even closer to Spirit, closing whatever distance there had been between them, their legs suddenly touching, Stein’s hand lightly landing on Spirit’s thigh. He reached those lips up to whisper in his ear now.

          "She wants to watch us kiss.” Spirit’s eyes widened as the meaning of the words hit his brain. She nodded at him, grinning wildly. His mind wandered back to his earlier thoughts. Had he given them both the wrong impression?

          "Um, you got me wrong honey. I’ve never kissed a guy before. . .” his voice trailed off for lack of more words. What the hell? This reeked of Stein, and this thought was confirmed as Stein grinned up at him, biting his lip in an uncharacteristically shy gesture. Fuck it all, dammit, but now this girl was excited about the whole thing. He was going to make sure to knock the living crap out of Stein at some point in the near future for this, but he couldn’t deny Brigitte her show.

          "Oooooo, a virgin boy kiss. So what about you Stein? This your first time too?” She was positively glowing with amusement now. He smirked.

          "It depends on what you mean by first time. Have I ever kissed a boy? No.” Spirit’s jaw dropped at this. It depends on what you mean by first time. What exactly did he mean by that? Spirit hadn’t imagined that Stein was anything but a virgin. He tended to freak the hell out of everyone, especially girls. And the kid was, well, just that, still technically a kid. Granted he was about the age that Spirit had been when he had first started to notice girls that way, but there was clearly a huge difference between interest and action. While his mind ran in all sorts of different directions on that bomb, the sound of Brigitte clapping and saying something just barely registered. Wait, what did she say?

          "Really? Oh, let me go get them!” She scurried away, and Spirit stared after her with a rather horrified look on his face. He grabbed Stein by the shoulders and shook him vigorously, his eyes bulging out of his head, causing his meister to laugh at him when he said rather dramatically,

          "How did this happen?! Why does she think we’re going to kiss each other?! And who is she going to get?” He shook Stein while the younger boy continued to laugh, and the whole scene was probably downright comical.

          Before Spirit could properly think about how to get out of this situation, a gaggle of the girls he’d been coming to see take their clothes off since he’d had a desire to see naked women had piled into the tiny room. And they all seemed to be waiting with baited breath on Spirit and Stein to kiss each other.

          Spirit’s face turned the fiery red color of his hair, and he wished quite pitifully that a hole to hades would open up right next to his feet and swallow him to save him from the torrents of embarrassment that were now flowing over his head. I’ll never be able to live this down, he thought mournfully. He clenched his teeth as a sudden flash of anger rose from his chest and waved over his face like a heat mirage on desert pavement.

          But in spite of the embarrassment and anger he was determined not to let his ladies down. If it was a show they wanted, it was a show they were going to get by Shinigami.

          Spirit rounded on Stein with a veracity that caused squeals of delight to ring out around the room, and a few of the girls were so shocked by the intensity of the display that they had the opposite reaction, their mouths dropping. Spirit’s lips crushed Stein’s, his entire body leaning into his partner’s with a near desperate drive, channeling all that hot emotion into a fury charged kiss. The younger boy was actually taken off guard by the sudden action himself, and it took him a few seconds of being wide eyed and stunned before he began to kiss his partner back, matching his ferocity and raising. It was Stein who initiated the action of tongues, prying at the red head’s mouth with his own until it opened to him.

          Suddenly the girls cheered, clapping and urging them on, and Spirit opened his eyes and smiled into Stein’s mouth. He reached up to grab a fistful of gray hair and tug at it passionately as he would with a woman, eliciting another round of ooos and ahs from the ladies. Before Stein realized what he was doing, he moaned into his Sempai’s mouth, getting more than a little lost in the sensations he was experiencing. It was exhilarating and overstimulating, and he realized suddenly that this was becoming very problematic very quickly. His cock was beginning to strain against his pants, and if they hadn’t been black, the small spot of blood that was seeping through the front would have been visible. There were a few seconds where he questioned if he cared and debated continuing, but it was Spirit who realized that there was something wrong with his partner and cut the kiss off abruptly.

          "Stein?” The boy realized that his eyes had been about to close, bright spots floating through his vision. “Are you okay?” He shook him a little, and Stein shook his head, attempting to clear the fuzz away. The girls were all catching on that something was wrong now and the titter of female concern started to make the world feel like it was spinning around Stein.

          "I’m fine. . . too much excitement. . .” he said, rubbing his eyes and willing himself to stay conscious. Spirit caught exactly what his partner was trying to tell him, and with a quick “Oh,” gestured for the girls to move aside and make a path as he scooped him up and carried him out. “Not necessary. . .” He batted at Spirit’s arm feebly and realized himself as he said it that he was not going to be able to stand at this point, much less walk out of there.

          Spirit ignored him and felt himself cringe at how the night had ended, but if he was honest with himself the evening had lasted a lot longer than he ever thought it would. And it could have been a lot worse. There could have been bodies to bury. “We are going. That is obviously enough for one night.” As he turned to leave with Stein in his arms, he completely missed Stein’s triumphant expression.
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