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This's a slash/het/femslash mafia roleplaying site. Its for OCs (mostly with wrestlers as faces, plus canon names are allowed) whether they have an occupation in the mafia or not, such as prostitution, drugs, money, or anything else in the mafia business.
 
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Shawn Michaels

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PostSubject: Darkest Nights   Darkest Nights EmptyTue Aug 23, 2011 4:09 am

For DK

Chris Jericho waited outside Shawn's dressing room tapping his foot impatiently. They were going to get in so much trouble if Shawn didn't hurry up. The club was packed full of rich men and mafia associates like, just ripe for the picking. Nicki was interested in expanding her ties with anyone, be it leaders of well known gangs to assassins and other mob bosses. Of course when on boss did not wish to comply well...Nicki never took no for an answer.

"Shawn hurry up! You need to get your ass on stage before Santana starts blowing up my phone."

Shawn emerged from the room moments later in a pair of black chaps with a red thong on. His red fishnet, half shirt fit snugly around his frame while black boots completed the outfit. His long hair was pulled back showing off his signature long, sparkling earrings as well as a silver cross necklace and of course, silver nipple piercing visible through the ensemble. "I'm here."

Chris rolled his eyes. "Finally. You know Shawn, if you didn't wear so many accessories, it would take you half the time to get dressed. Ever think of that genius?" Chris asked as he ushered Shawn along through the hall. When they reached the elevator, two big men in matching black suits and red ties greeted them, stepping aside for their fellow coworkers to get to the first floor.

"Christ Chris can you not complain for once about your damn job? All you have to do is paper work, the occasional stake out, hacking computer systems and looking after me, which isn't much of a job considering I can take care of myself,"Shawn fussed.

The elevator dinged and both men stepped out into a room where the smooth sounds of soft rock could be heard playing, heading in separate direction; Shawn for the oval stage in the middle of the room while Chris headed across the room to subtly lurk near the exit. As an ex-cop and former PI, it was his job to guard Shawn, Nicki's favorite and most skillful stripper. Anyone could strip, but not everyone was as good as Shawn when it came to collecting data and leading the blind to their last meal. Santana once had Shawn's job but after several successful jobs, she worked her way up to the title of underboss. Now if Nicki were to get popped everything would be left to Santana unless stated otherwise in a will of some sort.

Shawn had many successful jobs, but he wasn't interested in moving up in rank especially these days. Shawn had a secret that only Chris was trusted with. A child. A son. A one year old that he was supposed to kill long ago but he couldn't do it and it was only due to the year long case he worked that allowed him to get by without her ever finding out. Shawn fucked up on a case once. Just once. It was the first time he ever fucked up in the six years he'd been working, but the devil often reminded people that nobody's perfect. Shawn was not perfect.

Somehow he got too emotionally involved and one passionate night almost ruined his entire existence all because of a last request he gave a dead man walking. Ever since then Shawn had been more careful about his assignments. If it looked like he was getting too attached or if something about his target made him feel anything, he would pass the job off to someone else. Nicki was getting frustrated about this and Chris knew there was only a matter of time before Nicki or one of the mob bosses she was allied with gave him an assignment he couldn't get out of. That's fate for you and Chris knew fate was a cold bitch in this business.

Chris was too smart to let someone get to him though. As an ex-cop who was forced to kill his own partner, his thick defenses often impaired him from feeling anything emotional other than sorrow. He often felt sorry for the people he tracked down for death or pity for the idiot rookie cops who jumped on mafia cases thinking they could actually win, but there was no winning against the mafia. Even the government used them from time to time so question posed was, "How do you take down the system that's working for the biggest system of them all?" The answer is that you can't so one must go with the flow. Chris was too much of a coward at the time to choose death over killing his partner, but he be damned if he would ever put himself in another situation like that. His partner had been his lover so in his mind, he was worse scum than the stripper on stage leading the blind.

Chris settled back against the wall scoping the club. It was his job to alert Nicki of any new faces and/or mob bosses or gang leaders entering her club. It was also his job to make sure Shawn was safe. Easy as pie. He grabbed a drink from one of passing waiters and sipped on his drink, hoping it would be a good night.



((Since it's you DK, I wasn't sure what you wanted to do so I tried to give you as many options as I could. Do what you want. I'm down for anything, even killing off some of my characters eventually so uh...do your worst or best xD It's the mob so I don't expect everyone to realistically live unless we do some supernatural stuff. Again, anything goes here. *bares fangs* Oh and if you want something changed, let me know.))


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PostSubject: Re: Darkest Nights   Darkest Nights EmptyTue Aug 23, 2011 5:38 pm

He screwed his face up into a scowl as he looked at himself in the mirror; his brown curls restrained away from his face so that all of the scars on his right cheek were visible. They weren't bad, nor new, but just the fact that the light spidery lines were there were enough to make him want to let his curls out so they could tumble down around his face. Next to him his partner and sometimes booking agent lounged; his large hand dwarfing the whiskey tumbler that he held.

"Dammit Paul, I'm not stripper." He scowled as he tugged on the crisscrossed leather 'shirt' that had buckles situated haphazardly across his broad chest.

"No, no you're not. You're a prostitute, you make your money on your back. I'd think that being a stripper would be a step up for you."

Paul hid his smirk behind his glass, he knew how to push Kane's buttons and it was a damn good thing he did. His friend and sometimes lover had the strength to do a person some grievous harm if he bottled up too many feelings. The growl from across the room let him know that he had achieved his directive and he smirked as he took a drink.

"Calm down princess. You know I was picking fun at you. Besides, there isn't a better prostitute this side of the Mississippi."

That earned him a tossed shoe that he ducked at the last minute and he laughed, his eyes lingering on the tight leather pants that encased the long strong legs and the very bondage-esque shirt with the matching collar and wrist cuffs. His charge would make a fine stripper as he was the most flexible person he'd ever seen for someone that size.

Kane continued to scowl in Paul direction but he sighed. Sure being a prostitute wasn't his first choice of careers, but it earned him much more than just working a regular 9 to 5. Of course if he had only taken up the family practice and said he'd take over the family funeral home he wouldn't have to be working at all. He turned and looked back into the mirror, his blue eyes flicking over his face and chest before sighing again.

"What time am I to go out there?"

"Whenever they come and get you I guess. Now this is just a trial run Kane, to see if you can captivate them and earn their hard earned dollars for just shaking your hips and showing off that nice ass of yours."

The last sentence was accompanied by a hard slap to said body part and a leer as he peered over Kane's shoulder in the mirror. For two larger men they certainly weren't the worst looking he'd seen and he fought down a jealous pang as he thought about all those in the audience whom were going to get to watch Kane slowly bare his creamy skin. Paul left a kiss to Kane's throat and placed his hands on Kane's hip, holding him still.

With a whisper soft whimper Kane bared his neck, it wasn't nothing new for Paul to lavish him with physical caresses or even soft kisses but it always met the same end and he couldn't wait until the time came when those little things didn't mean the beginning of rough and tumble bedroom play or even those illicit meetings in bathrooms or the back of cars. He wanted to settle down, live a real life, he just wondered when.

A knock on the door put a stop to anything that Paul was looking to start and with a groan Kane moved away and opened the door, a half scowl half smile on his face. The little bald talent foreman looked him up and down and motioned for him to follow. Behind him he heard Paul curse and he smiled a bit, at least it was a slight reprieve though he'd rather be sleeping with Paul than a complete stranger.

"Alright big guy, you're on the stage next, you don't have to worry about music or any of that jazz, just go out there and do what you do best. Is there a certain way you want to be introduced."

"Kane. I don't care whatever else you tact onto it, but it's just Kane"

The balding man nodded and headed off, leaving Kane to stare at the flap of curtain that hid him from the view of patrons in the club. The music cut off and he swallowed, a light sweat popping out on his forehead.
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Shawn Michaels

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PostSubject: Re: Darkest Nights   Darkest Nights EmptyTue Aug 23, 2011 6:23 pm

Shawn was having a good night. The club was packed and he was raking in money for Nicki like there was no tomorrow. Apparently most of the room consisted of big time CEOs from all over the world. China, Great Britian, Japan, Germany, Romania, Italy, France and the USA were all very well represented. Shawn was ordered to cater to at least one from every country as Nicki was always looking to keep expanding business. Some of the men hardly knew this was a mafia owned club while only a select few seemed to know. He could tell the ones that knew based on the way that they tipped and signaled their guards.

Nicki was taking a risk by letting other mob bosses in the room, but should something jump off no one would be getting out alive. They would fire and there would be no trying to decifer friend from foe in this crowded room. Shawn finished his last dance for the evening to the sighs and groans from others. They didn't have to worry though. He would serve drinks to various tables and if the price was right, lap dances would ensue unless of course Chris gave him the signal, which he hoped tonight wouldn't be one of those nights. He hated killing and each time he made a kill the disgust he felt only got worse. Maybe it was because he had a child now. Before all of that happened, it was just another day at work but not anymore. Now...now he had a conscience.

Shawn hopped off the stage quikly hurrying to grab a tray of drinks. He headed over to where Chris stood looking rather bored. Shawn kissed his cheek. "Wake up. We still have another hour or so to go."

Chris eagerly grabbed a martini downing the thing in one go. "Thanks. I needed that. You should have seen the little fucker I've been chasing around the club all evening. I think he had it in for you. He was drunk out of his mind but kept blaming you for killing his brother."

Shawn sighed. "Who know Chris? I probably did."

"Yeah well it's the job and not your job to dwell on it. That's for me to do and don't worry. I got the little shit head. Santana used him for target practice not too long ago. Capped him right between the eyes."

"Yeah well I'll get to start going home early some nights. Did you hear? There's someone new taking the stage tonight. If he's good or turn enough heads then I can be with my son sometimes."

Chris shook his head. "No. No, no-"

"Why not?" he huffed. "No one's going to-"

"Shawn we've been over this. One of these days someone's going to figure out the real reason you keep visiting that shelter. When they do you are toast. If Santana doesn't have the baby killed a mob boss or someone else could use that kid to blackmail you for information! You run the risk of getting this entire mob hung out to dry!" he scolded.

"What if I don't care anymore?" he whispered. "I'm tired of this. I want to be with my son."

"Yeah and I want pet zombie but that's not gonna happen." Chris shook his friend. "Get your head together and go do your damn job."

Chris shoved him along leaning back against the wall. He was getting more and more paranoid about Shawn everyday. That child was ruining everything, but he knew deep down he would be the same way if he fucked up like that. Problem is the world was cruel. There was no getting out of the mob once you got in so he would have to live with his mistake and keep working for the sake of the family. The sooner Shawn got this in his head the better.

The lights dimmed and finally the new dancer came out on stage. Chris along with most of the people in the club would give him their undivided attention.
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PostSubject: Re: Darkest Nights   Darkest Nights EmptyTue Aug 23, 2011 10:46 pm

"Go on!"

Kane whipped around and barely got time to scowl before he was shoved out onto the stage. The lights were dimmed so he had to squint his eyes just to make out the fuzzy outline of those in the audience. The music started; the bass a hard thumping beat while the music was more of a techno beat. For a moment he could nothing but stand there, his body glistening under the low lights.

With an audible gulp that luckily only he had heard he started to move, closing his eyes as he rolled his hips and let his hands crawl up over his body, stopping to pop the buckles on his shirt one by one until it fell away onto the high polished stage. Next he worked on the pants, playing with the button and zipper for a bit before working the stiff leather down his legs until they were nothing but a pool at his feet.

With as much grace as he could he flung the leather away and worked a smile onto his face as he turned and stuck his thong covered rear out, looking over his shoulder with a practiced look of naughty innocence. From that position he skimmed his hands down his legs until he was practically folded in half then he worked his way back up. To the right of him stood the ever present pole and he gyrated his way over, leaning against and wrapping his hand around the pole and sliding down until his legs were bent and splayed open.

It was a definite work out and he was breathing a little heavily as he slowly worked his way back up to a standing position. With his eyes closed again he lost himself to the music, letting his body move as it wanted; using the pole on and off until the heavy thudding beat stopped. With a cheeky grin he turned to leave the stage, stopping at the curtain to leave a slap to one bared cheek before disappearing through the curtain.

On the other side stood the talent manager and Paul, both of them looking at him with an utterly unreadable expression. Now that he wasn't dancing he shivered as the air rushed across his skin to cool it and he looked around for something to cover himself with as he awaited his fate on whether or not he was going to have a job here long term or whether he was going to hit the bricks.

"You were a little stiff to start out..."

"But everyone is afraid when they first start I'd think." Paul interrupted.

"If you would have let me finish." The man scowled at Paul before continuing. "But I liked what I seen. Tell you what, we'll give you a couple nights a week, see if you loosen up and maybe learn a few new moves. If you can do that, then we'll see about possibly having you here full time."

Kane nodded, still not sure if he should be doing cartwheels in the hallway or not. But a chance was a chance and if he could do it, it would mean not having to sleep with those for money to survive.

"Thank you Sir."

The man nodded at him and then scurried away, leaving Paul and Kane alone in the hallway. With a smirk Paul threw his arm around Kane's shoulder.

"Well kid you're almost respectable. At least you can't get jailed for stripping."

"Fuck off Paul." With the retort came a well placed punch to the ribs and Kane left him wheezing so that he could go find clothes, still wondering if being a stripper was really that much better than his current situation.
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PostSubject: Re: Darkest Nights   Darkest Nights EmptyWed Aug 24, 2011 4:05 am

Chris watched the man's performance- Kane was what they were calling him- with a smile on his face the whole time. For a bigger framed guy, the man could really move and had a way with getting over with the crowd. Usually new dancers were hardly given a chance by their customers considering most came to see Shawn or Santana on the occasions she felt the need to indulge her own ego, but Kane really held his own.

He had that little extra something for those who wanted something a little darker than the sultry Satanist in Santana or the angelic innocence of Shawn. Kane was for those that wanted that their kinker side indulged or in a nutshell, someone who was a sexy breed of another kind and Kane was just that. Chris scoped the room looking for Shawn. He was making his way to the dressing room as well which meant Chris' shift was about over. He grabbed another drink then headed to find Santana letting her know that everything was everything.

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Shawn had watched Kane's performance from the lap of a Frenchman who was all over him. He didn't even notice Shawn pocketing his wallet packed full of one hundred dollar bills. He was too busy getting off by dry humping against Shawn. As usual, Shawn pretended to be all into it, moaning and groaning when all the while he was stealing a wallet and watching the new dancer on stage. Kane was what they announced and it fit him perfectly. He was a taller, more buff male to ever try out here in Club Pink Friday. However, after seeing him perform Shawn was convinced that maybe Santana and Nicki should look into more body types.

Kane seemed rusty in the beginning, as if he'd never danced before but Shawn just assumed he was nervous. Hell it was a risk walking into this club for various reasons so who wouldn't be a little nervous? All in all it was a good performance and he felt good enough about him to recommend him to anyone who asked his opinion. Kane was what he'd been looking for. He held is own which meant he could do it permanently every Friday night and some nights in between. That would give Shawn most Saturdays and Sundays off which meant time spent with the kid. Last time he visited the shelter, the priest who owned it told him that his kid was starting to pick up a few more words from some of the other adults there. Maybe he didn't want that child in the beginning, but now that it was here he needed to be there for him and every night away from him was like a knife to the gut.

Shawn kissed his Frenchman goodbye and started towards the dressing room. It was time to change and get home, but first he planned to stop by the shelter. It was late but he could still slip in and take a peek at little Cartel. On his way to the dressing room he noticed a few more guys he probably should have tried his luck with, both with dark hair and intense eyes that he often fell sucker for as a youth, but the smart part of him knew better. He was trying to avoid those types that could lead to any kind of feelings so with that in mind, he headed inside the dressing room. "Hey there. Good show tonight," he said with a smile as he brushed past Kane to the other side of the room, going through his bag for a change of clothes.
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PostSubject: Re: Darkest Nights   Darkest Nights EmptyWed Aug 24, 2011 1:13 pm

Kane jerked from the light contact, his hair whipping around his face as turned. His face burned red as he looked back down, mumbling quietly "Thank you, coulda been better though." He looked back up and let his eyes travel the man that was bent over his bag, there was something alluring about him that left Kane mesmerized.

After a moment or two he shook his head and turned back to what he was doing, grabbing his jeans from the bag and slipping them on over his bright red thong and then topping it off with an old sweat shirt clung to his frame. He stuffed his outfit into the bag, the talent manager told him he could take it home with him as there weren't any other dancers his size at the club.

Once he was packed he shouldered the bag and started towards the door, stopping at the threshold and looking over his shoulder at Shawn one last time before leaving quietly to join Paul in the hall so he could be taken home.

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Kevin sat in the back of the club taking drinks from the bottle he'd been nursing all night. It wasn't that he was a lightweight drinker it was that he was on a new assignment and he couldn't afford to be caught off guard. Besides he was under a new boss, one that could easily kill him and not think twice about it.

Before meeting up with the mysterious Thorn he hadn't believed in Vampires, thought that they were merely a figment of someone's over active imagination. But after witnessing Thorn rip a guys throat out and drink the blood in what seemed like unbridled lust. It was unlike anything he'd ever seen before and despite what he told himself he could still see the carnage that Thorn could wreak singlehandedly. The man in question was sitting next to him, his cold, calculating blue eyes scanning the room.

"Do you see him?" He asked as he watched the dancers on stage, his mind not even on the job they'd been hired to do. "And what do we want him for?"

Kevin shivered a bit as Thorn turned and nailed him with those cold eyes that seemed to look right through him and he unconsciously covered his throat.

"He killed the bosses daughter and for that he has to be punished. Problem is the boss doesn't even know what he looks like. As far as he's concerned he's a ghost that stepped on the wrong side of immortality."

"If he's a ghost then how are we to kill him?"

The question must have aggravated Thorn because the dark haired man palmed his face and before Kevin could react he received a sound slap to the side of the head.

"Quit asking questions, just sit and watch. He has to be around here somewhere, after all everyone who's been here has said they've seen him, we just have to figure out which him he is."

Thorn fell quiet again as he started to scan the room again and it was all that Kevin could do to keep from moving away from the Vampire, not wanting to be on his bad side and end up like all the others that failed Thorn in some way or the other.
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PostSubject: Re: Darkest Nights   Darkest Nights EmptyWed Aug 24, 2011 4:41 pm

Shawn was going to say something else to Kane, but just as quickly he was gone, like a whisper in the wind. He sighed as he struggled to get into jeans that were too tight and a then a white tank top. Kane did really good for a first timer here and he wished he could have told him in hopes of getting him to stick around. Sure part of this was for selfish reasons, but at least Kane really was breathtaking to look at. He represented something that was missing from the group and he wondered just which boss he worked for previously, but he supposed he would ask Chris later.

He stood in the mirror combing through his hair wondering if it was more or less suspicious to tie his hair back for his walk to the shelter. He normally wore his hair down in the club. It was standard for his performances but he just couldn't be sure. If Chris chased down some drunk who was after hi life tonight then there was no telling that someone else was waiting to get to him. Sure Nicki had men on the street following him home, but other mob bosses were in the city this week. He got all kinds of information from some of the guys tonight; info he'd pass onto Santana tomorrow night before working the stage. Some of the information he hardly believed while other bits he would take to heart. He finally decided on leaving his hair down. The more normal he seemed the better. He grabbed his short leather jacket then headed out of the dressing room to find Chris.

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"So you think he should stick around," Santana asked, blowing a puff of smoke at Chris' face.

Chris had to fight to hold back that signature scowl. "Yeah Tana I do. Shawn could use a little break and as the guy scoping the room all evening, I can honestly report that Kane got a great reaction from the crowd. There were lots of eyes glistening as he strutted about the stage. He was a little nervous in the beginning, but come on Tana. Everyone knows you're a trigger happy bitch. I'd be scared out my wits too."

Santana seemed to like this and took it as a compliment, something Chris was counting on her doing. She puffed on her cigar some more, nodding her head. "Right, right. ¿Soy provoca bastante feliz, no?"

"Si."

She put out her cigar, leaning back in her chair. She snapped her fingers and a file was brought over to her. She opened it, studying it quietly. "Chris, do you believe in werewolves?" she asked casually.

Chris blinked, wondering if this was a trick question. A lot of times if one didn't give Santana the answer she was looking for then they often found themselves with a bullet between the eye as she seemed to think everyone was replaceable, including her best PIs. "Er...well I've never come across one but that doesn't mean they don't exist."

"Very good Chris." She closed the file. She didn't have enough info on these people to make an assessment so for now, she'd send Chris on his way. "Make sure you keep that philosophy about everything. Make sure my dancer gets home safely and you too Chris. Dismissed."

Chris wasted no time bolting out of the door back into the club. He'd much rather deal with Nicki than her lunatic underboss Santana. Tana just got weirder and weirder by the day. Chris found Shawn making his way past a few tables, flashing men his signature smile in hopes that they would return. Chris scowled as he hurried across the room grabbing Shawn by the arm and escorting him out the door.

"What-WHAT?" he hissed. "I was doing my damn job!"

"Yeah, well it's time to go. If you wanna see your little boy," he whispered.

Shawn's eyes lit up. "So you'll come with me?"

"As if I got a choice. Plus, Tana's creeping me out again."

"What she say to you this time?" he asked as they headed out the exit both men shivering a bit from the cool night air.

"Something about werewolves-I dunno. Maybe that Cuban was laced with something. There's no such thing as fucking werewolves! That's like saying Big Foot really exists!" Chris exclaimed.

"Hum...yeah that was pretty weird, but I heard a similar tale tonight. Something about a mob who has a gang of Vampires at it's command. Can you believe these people? I think they're smoking whatever Tana's smoking."

"Yeah well the first werewolf or vampire I come across is going to eat a bullet now speed up. I don't want to get propositioned for sex tonight by these weirdo prostitutes Randy owns."
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PostSubject: Re: Darkest Nights   Darkest Nights EmptyWed Aug 24, 2011 8:06 pm

Thorn hated humans, hated them with a passion that was almost reserved for those damn other scum of the universe...werewolves. Next to him he heard his newest meat head exclaiming over the dancers as they took the stage and he briefly wondered if it was worth having him around. The man was already a liability and he couldn't remember how many times he'd put one mission or another in danger because of his clumsy human nature.

Granted the job he was on wasn't his favorite either; his talents were much more suited to hunting down real problems--what did he care if one human offed another, it just meant that there were less around to drive him to senseless killing. Still the price had been right; a place to stay with plenty of fresh blood for his contacts so that those in the upper bosses employ could pass among them without incident.

He looked over and for a moment thought about informing his muscle what he was going to do but a moment's consideration decided against it; after all he'd be gone and back before the other man would notice probably.

With silence that was born of centuries of walking the night he slipped among the crowd, stopping to watch the large Dancer move just as quietly through the throngs of people. He had an unnatural grace and for a moment he wondered if he might have been the target, he seemed more than capable enough. There were whispers and a few jokes about the large man and more than one patron in the club reached out to run a hand along the taunt muscle of his thigh or back or where ever they could reach. The man jerked and for a moment Thorn thought he was going to attack but in the end he grinned and leaned down to whisper in one of the mens ear, leading him from the bar.

Apparently whatever the dancer had said was appeasing to the patron as they left together.

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The hand to his ass made Kane whirl around and for a moment he had wanted to turn and rip the mans head from his body but refrained as the man waved a large wad of money at him. Old habits die hard and with a practiced smirk he found himself being led out to a spacious limo, the mans hands on him before the door to the back even closed.

"You're very fluid and flexible..." The man purred as he pushed Kane back done onto the long bench seat, his hands running up under the sweatshirt. "And I plan on using that to the fullest extent."

The smile that twisted Kanes' lips was completely fake as he bit his lip and touched the mans face then ran his hand down the suited chest before going down and cupping the barely restrained bulge in his trousers. His actions must have pleased the man because from then on out it was a heated and vicious meeting of tongue, teeth and skin; Kane being forced over onto his stomach as he was driven into without mercy. The act itself wasn't long but Kane knew that he'd have bruises on his body from the encounter.

"Tell you what, make this a weekly thing and you'll be set for life. You won't have to dance in that club again..." The man purred in his ear as he ran a hand through the sweatied curls at Kane's neck as he slipped the wad of bills into his hand and had his driver turn back around. "Think it over, there are worse things in life than my proposition."

Kane smiled and pulled the man close for a hard kiss before climbing from the limo at the front of the bar. Next to the door Paul stood and he hurried over, handing the money to Paul before turning and going to his truck; it was just another day to him, another 800 earned for nothing more than 10 minutes work. He just hoped that the club owner didn't learn about it and put him to use as a 'special' attraction in the club in one of the VIP rooms.
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PostSubject: Re: Darkest Nights   Darkest Nights EmptyWed Aug 24, 2011 8:45 pm

Shawn and Chris chatted and laughed all the way down the street. They were hit on several times, but once the Pimps got a good look at them, they quickly backed off. "How pathetic," Chris snorted. "Bunch of fucking pansies. I wanted one of them to keep at me so I could put one between his eyes."

"You got the nerve to talk about Santana, but you're starting to pick up some of her bad habits."

They walked the rest of the way in silence with Chris looking back every now and then to make sure they weren't being followed. A few times they ran into more of Nicki's men, but they merely nodded. They knew Shawn visited the shelter often, but they just didn't know why. They all assumed he just loved kids, which was true. He visited that shelter all the time before he met Carter, but now he had a more personal reason for visiting. Chris looked around before they walked inside. "I'll stay by the door. You've got ten minutes Shawn. Ten and then we leave."

Shawn nodded before he went in search of his son. It was late, close to one in th morning which meant most everyone was asleep abiet a few nursing mothers and those too paranoid to sleep. It didn't take Shawn long to find his son. He was in one of the empty rooms where a girl- roughly 14 years old- sat reading to him. He stood in the door frame, watching as she finished up Little Red Riding Hood. When she finished, he made a little babbling noise as if to say he enjoyed the book, but it sounded so funny he couldn't contain his laughter. The teen jumped, startled by him. "I- I wasn't- he was crying- and so-"

"Hey it's okay," Shawn said, smiling warmly. "I was just peeking in."

"Oh yeah. I know you," she grinned. "You played catch with me one day. Well um.. I'll leave you alone." She smiled before running out of the room. By now the baby was halfway to him having started crawling mid conversation. "Come here you." Shawn picked him up, running a hand through his hair. "Mommy's missed you," he whispered.

Brian yawned, leaning on his chest patting his arm. "Mama meese."

Shawn nodded, sitting down on the bed rocking the little one. "Yes, mama miss you very, very much." Shawn held him close and just rocked him, not caring at all about the time limit.It wasn't until Chris came to the door that he got up, placing his son in an empty crib. It was getting harder and harder to leave his son and it was only a matter of time before he started looking for ways to keep him home, but for now he would wait.

"Shawn, come on. Someone could be watching. It's not safe."

Shawn kissed his son goodbye before following Chris out of the shelter. "How much longer Chris before I break?"

"Never," he said, kissing his temple. He knew how hard this was for Shawn but it couldn't be helped. This was too dangerous of a lifestyle to raise a kid not to mention they lied to Santana about the baby over a year ago. "I won't let you now let's get going. I've had the feeling that we've been followed."
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PostSubject: Re: Darkest Nights   Darkest Nights EmptyWed Aug 24, 2011 9:37 pm

Kevin tried to find Thorn in the crowd but hadn't been able to. He watched the blonde dancer that had been on stage first as he moved flirtaiously through the patrons. He moved over and even managed to get a wink from the siren before he was pulled away by who must have been his guard. There was something off about the whole situation and he followed his instinct, quietly trailing behind the two.

The end of the line was a shelter and he hid himself in small park across the street, watching silently. The guard was standing outside the door looking around before disappearing inside. It didn't seem illegal in the least so he shrugged and headed back to the club, his eyes drifting over the retreating form of the large dancer as he was escorted back to his truck.

"Damn, these are some well guarded strippers."

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Kane sat behind the wheel of his truck, wincing at the low throb in his lower region and promising Paul that he'd be ok for the night. The larger man didn't seem to want to leave him but after a few exchanged words he was pulling away from the club. He sighed and looked into the mirror, scowling as a bit of evidence from his encounter clung to his cheek.

At a redlight he reached up and scrubbed it away, his eyes going immediately to the light scars that he traced with his fingers. His own brother had left them there, and a tear leaked from his eye before he dashed it away and finished his way home. It didn't do to dwell on the past, he had to look for the future, for the life he wanted to live. For the kids he one day wanted to father and watch grow.

His apartment was little more than a hole in the wall, sparsely furnished and dirty no matter how hard he cleaned it. He tried to make it as homey as he could with plush overstuffed chairs and a few nice things. But it was nothing more than a place to lay his head when he wasn't with someone else for the night.

As he killed the light in his bedroom he let the held in check tears flow, wondering if it would be in everyone's best interest if he just disappeared and maybe ended up floating in the local river. At least then his family wouldn't be embarrassed anymore and he wouldn't have to sleep with every Tom, Dick, and Harry that flashed him some bills for his services. As his eyes closed he let out a sob, in the morning it would all start again and he'd be doing something or someone else.
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PostSubject: Re: Darkest Nights   Darkest Nights EmptyThu Aug 25, 2011 4:53 am

Chris made sure Shawn got home alright but once he got to Shawn's apartment, he flat out didn't feel like going to his own home, especially since he would have to walk all the way back to the club to get his car. "Chris...honestly..." Shawn made Chris stay the night scolding him for acting like a big baby. They crawled into bed together, both snuggled around the other for a good night's rest; Shawn thinking of his son and Chris dreaming of a way out for them all someday.

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Santana read over the file some more frowning. She was usually one for believing pretty much anything but vampires? That one was fucking with her brain but the guy in question really did look like somebody you would see on True Blood or something. She closed the file, puffing on her cigar. She could get on stage tomorrow night and study the guy herself or she could make her dancers do it. Problem was Thorn was such a good looking guy that Shawn absolutely wouldn't want to go through with it. She could understand six months ago as he was still getting over the shock of Carter, but this was a fucking business. You either did the job or got the fuck out.

That new guy, Kane or something, would be perfect for gathering intel. The problem with Kane was that she heard about a shady past and she couldn't be certain just yet if she would be handing Thorn's target to him on a silver platter. She really had no clue who Thorn was targeting and it would be a bitch if it was Kane. But what if it's Shawn? Either way it seemed somebody would be risking a life in captivity. Santana and Nicki trusted their employees to sit through torture or even die before they spilled family secrets, but losing workers would suck.

Good help was so hard to find and losing Chris or Shawn would be a mess. Chris was the best hacker and ex PI that they owned while Shawn was very good at deception. Although lately she was beginning to wonder how much more of this he could take. He seemed...distracted all of a sudden and that's something she would have to get to the bottom of eventually. She closed the file then killed the lights. She would dwell on it tomorrow. By tomorrow night she will have made her decision over the Thorn fellow or even his helper, Kevin.
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PostSubject: Re: Darkest Nights   Darkest Nights EmptyThu Aug 25, 2011 11:27 am

Night was always Thorn's favorite time...or obvious reasons of course...but also because he found out more about the men he had to hunt. Normally he'd tail them home and observe, looking for the perfect opportunity to strike. However this job was complicated because he didn't know exactly who he was looking for. So far his travels had led him to the club where he'd heard about him but so far no one actually stated who he was.

Once he a suspect on who it could be he had his way of extracting information, some of them pleasant--seduction worked wonders he'd found--and some not to pleasant--having a close loved ones throat ripped out and having to watch it dangle from a vampires mouth tended to sway even the most adamant of people--until they broke.

Silently Kevin sat on the roof of the building, pictures of the workers and some of the patrons alike spread out around him. The two he singled out were the new dancer; Kane if memory served, and his guard; Paul Wight. Being new to the town they didn't have a past, no one knew them and it was easier to blend in. He picked up the picture of the blonde dancer and chuckled; he certainly didn't look like one of the top assassins but then looks could be deceiving; something that Thorn worked at using all the time. He let the picture flutter down to the gravel rooftop and ground it with the heel of his boot, perhaps he'd keep an eye on him too. If he was as deadly as he was touted to be he could very well be the man that killed his employers daughter.

Daylight was fast approaching and with a smirk Thorn put on his sunglasses and hiked the collar up around his neck; sun light didn't really affect him but he was over protective his skin not wanting to take the chance. With one last look out over the building he descended, jumping down from the high spot and landing in a crouch in the back alley. He had plenty to do before the club opened for the night and he couldn't afford to be behind or slack in his information gathering.


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Sleep hadn't come for Kane and the waning moonlight found him sitting up in bed with a crumpled, dogeared, and tear-stained picture held in his hand. The still people in the picture wore smiles even though the two kids were making faces that wouldn't be seen until the pictures were developed. He ran one finger down the tallest one; the one that was smiling the largest--his older brother. He himself was standing alittle off to the side looking at the camera with a scrunched up face with his tongue hanging out. He'd only been seven at the time and life was a joke to him.

It was barely a season later when it happened; the family funeral home had burned down, set a flame by a careless match. He'd managed to make it out with only a little smoke inhalation but his brother, his own brother had grabbed him by the hair and flung him back into the flames; laughing dementedly as he screamed in agony. He'd tried to claw his way out but the flames licked at his skin until all he could was scream.

Thankfully only the scars on his face were the only ones that had remained, the others being removed with an inordiment amount of plastic surgery and skin graphs. His parents hadn't survived and so the family business had fallen to his older brother. Granted at that young age he was only the owner in name as another ran it, but it all hit the fan when Kane had returned after year and a half of medical treatments.

The shock on his brother's face had been clear and for a moment Kane had wondered if he had truly believed that he'd perished in the flames. Things had been strained after that, neigher brother talking to the other or even going out of their way to see one another.

When Kane had reached the age of independence he packed up his bag, leaving the only place he called home and effectively leaving his brother as the sole care taker of the family business. Something that his brother hated with a passion and had gone to great lengths to rectify. He had a life he said that didn't contain working with the dead. When Kane didn't return home after the many summons his brother had frozen his account, forcing Kane into the life he hated.

Some of that hate he supposed carried over to his brother, and he had more than once vowed that if he had gotten the chance to speak with his brother again it would be the last thing his brother ever did.

A sharp knock on the door startled him and he looked at the time, astonished to see that the night had turned to day and it was nearing 9am. The knocked sounded again and hurriedly Kane stuffed the picture under his pillow and pretended to sleep; forcing snores as he heard the door to the apartment creak open and the sound of heavy footfalls thread across the floor.

Paul always checked in on him in the morning and today was no different,except when he was gently shook 'awake' nearly twenty shopping bags greeted his eyes. Blinking he looked at them and then Paul, watching as the tall man laughed and motioned to the bright bags.

"Go ahead and open them. They're all for you."

Kane dug into one and blushed as he pulled a leather skirt and bustier but as he dug down further he seen more scandalous wear and he arched an eyebrow at Paul, shaking his head as the slightly larger man laughed and took a seat on the edge of the bed.

"You have to look the part Kane, besides leather always was your best look."

Kane couldn't argue but he kept a straight face as he pawed through the bag, wondering idly where Paul had gotten the money to buy the multitudes of clothes for him.
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PostSubject: Re: Darkest Nights   Darkest Nights EmptyThu Aug 25, 2011 7:02 pm

The next morning Chris woke up long before Shawn. Usually Shawn was just as much of a morning person as Chris but Chris deduced that maybe Shawn was physically and mentally exhausted. Keeping a big secret like having a son was starting to weigh heavily on his mind and the more the small child learned, the more it made Shawn want to be in the child's life. He was the one who should be teaching the baby and feeding it- all the mommy type stuff, but instead he was having to sit back and watch someone else do it for the sake of the business. Chris hated it too, but there was nothing he could do about it. He too wanted a life outside of all the secrets, dope, sex, hiding, and killing, but there was no way out, at least not yet. Chris didn't have anyone but his best friend. However he and his son Carter were enough motivation for him to keep looking for a way out. Chris fired up his laptop and went to work looking up info on other criminals. He would do this all day until it was time to escort Shawn to the club.

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Santana had received yet another report on the brutal murdering of someone who was a regular buyer of Randy's prostitutes. This time the report stated that the person's neck had been drained of blood via two puncture wounds in the neck. Vampiric actions the report claimed. Santana slammed the file shut. "Nicki, what the fuck boss? There's some sick shit going on around here. ¿Quién el carajo anda alrededor el cuello de personas mordaz? ¡Jode vampiros!"

"English Tana," Nicki said quietly, looking through a file of her own.

"I said, who the fuck- there's no such thing as vampires!"

"Maybe, but there are those who roleplay as the likes. Listen Tana Barb, you just keep up the good work. This guy wasn't one of my men and until there's a strike against my cosca, we'll let these strange illings continue. I'm sure all will be revealed in due time now come along. Let's play. I'm in the mood for some sparing."

Tana sulked, picking up her samurai sword. "¿No está usted atemorizado de conseguir la garganta arrancó Donna a Nicki? Si usted se muere-"

"Shut it Tana and just relax. Whoever or whatever it is doesn't seem to be after us so just...chill." Nicki pulled out her sword preparing for a friendly spar though in the back of her mind she did have concerns. Just what the hell was going on around here?
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PostSubject: Re: Darkest Nights   Darkest Nights EmptyThu Aug 25, 2011 9:39 pm

Eventually Kane found himself back in the club, staring at his outfit and scowling harder than he had the night before. The tight pants hugged his muscled thighs and the peekaboo cut outs showed off the creamy skin. The design going up the legs were glittery, sequined flames, the very tip seemingly licking at his crotch while his feet were encased in heavy biker boots. On his arms from elbow to finger tip were lace up gloves that crisscrossed his forearms and he knew would leave diamond patterns on the skin. His chest was circled by a harness, the straps going over his shoulder a thick buttery soft leather and the straps that sat just below his pecs a thick chain that met in the middle of his sternum at an O ring and trailed down to clip onto the thong he had on under his skin tight pants.

"It can't get much worse." He murmured as he pulled a comb through his curls, making them as presentable as he could.

The door to his dressing room banged open and he turned around to see Paul standing in the door way holding something in his hand with a smirk on his face. He didn't have to wait long to see what it was; it was a black leather collar that had nipple clamps attached to a D-ring. Kane's eyes' widened and he moved back a bit.

"Paul you know I don't like those, my nipples are sensitive..."

"It's only for one dance Kane, if they hurt that much I'll care for them when you get back stage."

Kane closed his eyes and hissed as they were put in place, his bottom lip caught hard between his teeth. Light licks were given to the throbbing buds until the hissed whimpers were airy sighs and it would have gone further if there hadn't been a knock on the door.

"One of these days Kane, I'm going to finish what we keep starting here." Paul growled before pushing Kane towards the door.

Kane was then rushed to the stage and like the night before he was thrust out onto the stage; only this time he didn't have the freeze up that he had had the night before. He just closed his eyes and let the music move him, his hips rolling and body gyrating across the stage, using the pole frequently as well as incorporating a wooden chair into it the performance to give a rather sultry chair dance that left him straining against his tight pants; the glittery flames being stretched almost beyond their limit.

By the time he was done, his hair stuck wetly to his throat and his eyes were half lidded and glazed over as he couldn't stop the wandering of his own hands, one tugging on the chain that connected his nipple as he tipped his head back on the last note of the dance. Like the night before he stopped at the archway to the back and looked over his shoulder; slapping his hip and holding the pose for a moment before he disappeared to the back.

Kane wanted nothing more than to strip down and he didn't even make it back to his dressing room before he was down to just his pants, the other trappings laying in a heap on the floor. He didn't see Paul around so he just lounged on the couch, idly rubbing at the still pulsing hard length that was tightly confined and arching into his own touch.

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Thorn narrowed his eyes, the club was just as packed as the night before and he spent more than enough time watching Kane, making notes about his actions. He had to be the one, there was no doubt about it. As he waited he signaled for a drink to be brought over, settling in for a long night on watching and waiting. Somewhere else in the club Kevin was trying to gather more information about the main blonde dancer, he still had the feeling that he was the one they were sent after. But until he knew for sure he was going to spend as much time at the club doing whatever it took to get the information.


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PostSubject: Re: Darkest Nights   Darkest Nights EmptyFri Aug 26, 2011 4:51 am

Chris worked all morning stopping only to break for lunch when Shawn fixed him some filet mignon. Ever since Shawn had that baby, he had taken an interest in things like foods, watching every kind of food show imaginable. Mostly he was looking for healthier alternatives to red meats wanting to raise his son- eventually- to eat healthy yet gourmet styled because his son deserved the best. Chris very much enjoyed his lunch and dessert which was a glazed pair. Shawn spent the rest of the afternoon reading books on babies while Chris continued to look through files of known criminals and assassins. He was the best at his job due to his dedication. Instead of waiting for an unknown criminal to appear in the city, he often knew them beforehand. That way when their name came up, he could quote info by mouth to give his cosca a head start on trapping them for information purposes or killings.

Six o'clock came quickly and Chris was ushering Shawn out of the apartment. He still couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched which frustrated him to no end since he, who used to be an expert PI, was usually the one doing the hunting. It felt wrong and unnatural; he hoped to God this person would reveal themselves and their intentions sooner rather than later. He wouldn't be able to properly protect his friend, himself, or look for a way out if he was paranoid about being jumped every minute of everyday.

Chris kissed Shawn and they parted ways; Chris to the closed off VIP area to report to Santana while Shawn went to the back to change. Chris delivered his feelings about being watched and Santana promised to double the security. She promised to have men- snipers- watching his and Shawn's apartment until Chris felt better. Meanwhile Tana dished on the vampiric killings which annoyed Chris about as much as Tana. Vampires. There was no such thing. He deduced it was some wannabe gang of college kids messing around in bullshit they had no business getting into. If I ever come across one of these fake vampire kids, I'll blow their Goddamed heads off myself...

Chris took his post by the door, sipping on a margarita. He waited for Shawn to come out so he could, as usual, perve on his sexy friend but instead it was the new guy from the night before. Tonight however, he chose to appeal to more kinkier group. Chris was never a big kink as he was too chicken shit for that kind of thing. However, it didn't mean he didn't appreciate looking at it. When Kane walked out on stage in all that gear, shining in all the right places, Chris temporarily forgot all about his hot best friend. The sequins were hugging (or pointing) to all the right places and whether Chris was just feeling the pains of not being allowed sex or just turned on in general, he didn't know, but his body certainly reacted. He watched Kane closely, especially as he worked that chair never realizing just how painful of a hard on he was getting.

However, someone running by him, drunk and cursing almost killed the mood. It looked like the same guy that was normally after Shawn so cursing loudly he started his usual routine of chasing the slimy bastard. By the time he caught him, he realized it was just some rabid fan wanting to get to Kane. Chris threw his ass out of the club then went to look for Shawn to make sure he was alright. He pushed past the curtain and knocked twice before pushing the door open to the dressing room and closing it. "Shawn, you won't believe the hell I just went through. Some nutter--"

Chris stopped mid sentence blinking at the sight. There he was, the man called Kane lounged out on the couch with the biggest hard on his eyes had ever seen. It was enough to make his mouth dry and the fact that the dimly lit room seemed to illuminate the worried nipples only made Chris' thing tingle and twitch even moreso than it did while he was watching. He was gawking, yes, but he couldn't find it in himself to just look away yet. When he could finally form words, he apologized quickly. "Sorry-Shawn- blonde friend- dancer- looking for..." Yeah he totally made a lot of sense.

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Shawn, much like Chris, took the time to watch the new dancer's performance and Shawn didn't know about Chris, but he liked what he saw. Kane did things Shawn dare not do like wear those nipple clamps. Call him a baby, but clamps hurt and he didn't want his nipples sore unless it was done with teeth or hands from a lover. Kane was a brave man and was getting all kinds of raves based on the audience's reaction alone. This made Shawn smile. Kane came back for another night which meant there was hope he'd stick around to do this job more often. If not, then he had no idea what he was going to do.

He was tired of leaving his baby at that shelter and after all the hell he went through hiding himself, hiding it and losing Carter to Santana, he be damned if he was going to not raise his child. He didn't care about having some kind of romantic ending. He found out long ago love was bullshit. There was only infatuation, lust and a general like. Love was a term people outside the mafia had and could use. Not guys like him and Chris. When Kane finished up on stage, Shawn wriggled a bit in his boyshorts, then quickly strutted out onstage to a faint red light that illuminated his body just right.

His specialty was the pole and for kicks he would often amuse the men and women alike by wearing a pair of fuck-me heels just because he could walk in them. He smiled his signature smile as he raised one leg high up in the air, wrapping it around that pole before he climbed it, boy shorts riding up revealing two perfectly toned ass cheeks for the world to see. With a smirk he hung upside down, parting his legs in time with the music; a perfect spread eagle as he slowly climbed down the pole. He pushed himself up, rubbing his ass against the pole and that's when the rolls of cash were being held up for the taking. With a sultry smile and a lick of his lips, he crawled around the stage collecting money from everyone who offered.

His eyes rounded on another man with dark eyes, broad shoulders, and to die for dark hair that fell just below his jawline. He was very mysterious looking as was the guy next to him, but Shawn had a job to do and for now, just one of them would do. With a sexy smile he crawled over to him, running his tongue along the man's cheek then up over his lips playfully. He was the lucky guy who would get the lap dance for several reasons, one being he was a new face and the other because new faces often meant new business. He would need to see if he could dig up a little info and if not, then there were other dancers who could break him. Eventually Santana would get her info or else he'd end up dead.
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PostSubject: Re: Darkest Nights   Darkest Nights EmptyFri Aug 26, 2011 12:22 pm

The sound of someone elses' voice in the room made him jerk and he looked over, his mouth opened in a silent 'O'. He let his eyes travel of the man standing, the short blonde hair spiked in messy points. Normally he would have blushed at being caught in the act of self pleasure but he wanted it no, needed to relieve the pressure he was feeling. He sat up, pushing the hair from his face and smiling as looked the man up and down.

It looked as if he'd been watching for a bit and at first he'd thought that Paul had sent the blonde to him but the sputtering apology just meant that he'd stumbled into the wrong room and Kane was going to take advantage of that mistake. The blonde's bright eyes seemed to be flicking between his nipples and his own hard affliction so he lightly ran a hand down his chest, catching one of the nipples and sucking a breath as a slight spike of pain shot through his body.

He wanted to tease the blonde into losing control but his own body was screaming for release and he was finding it hard to concentrate. He decided to cut it short and after wetting his lips he spoke, keeping his voice at a low timber that he'd perfected over the months until some times he could make a man lose it with just a sentence.

"I'm not Shawn.." He started, "But if you look at him like that, I'll be your Shawn."

He let his eyes drift down to the painful looking protrusion that was straining against the man's pant and with hooded eyes he moved from the couch and knelt in front of him, blinking as he realized that he was taller than him and chuckling softly. Looking at him with a sultry smirk he drug a finger down the fly of the pants, tracing the hard ridge and putting a little extra pressure on the outline of the mushroomed head.

"Why don't you go over and take a seat, I'll take care of this for you and you can call me anything you want."

It might have seemed slutty and desperate, but Kane was past caring he was craving body to body contact and if it meant infringing on someone elses' play ground then so be it. It certainly never bothered them when they picked him up at a bar or when he was working his street so why should he care now. Staying in place he continued to tease the hidden length lightly, putting just enough pressure every once in awhile to bring a sound from the blonde.

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Thorn sat stoically as the blonde dancer wiggled on stage but he couldn't help but jerk at the feel of his tongue running over his cheek and lips. Normally he wasn't one that wanted to be touched in any way and he was going push the dancer away but instead he smiled and curled his fingers in the long blonde hair, pulling him close and pressing a kiss to his lips before setting back.

Next to him he heard Kevin sputtering and he looked over, watching as Kevin gawked at the dancer. Lowly he spoke into dancers' ear, his breath fanning hot against the skin.

"Why don't you spend some time with my buddy. He looks like he's going to implode at any minute."

Not only would it appease the sudden interest it was drawing to them it would allow Thorn to sneak into the back to find the taller dancer and question him.
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PostSubject: Re: Darkest Nights   Darkest Nights EmptyFri Aug 26, 2011 1:52 pm

Chris never got a chance to really process everything that was happening. Pretend that he's Shawn? Oh sure that would be so easy considering this guy was tall enough to kill him whereas Shawn couldn't hurt a fly if he wanted to. I'll be your Shawn... Well hell, one couldn't help but think dirty thoughts about Shawn considering he took his clothes off every night for a living, but Shawn was hardly the man on his mind at the moment.

He looked down, Kane's dark curls very opposite of Shawn's long, blonde threads of silk. Not that Kane's hair probably felt like anything less; merely he was making a comparison. It took Chris a long time to find his voice again and it was partly due to the sudden, pleasurable pressure he felt on the bulge in his pants. "Hey-ey!"

But he was quickly cut off, easily being shoved on the couch behind them. "Wha--what wait a second junior!" he exclaimed, scrambling to sit upright on the couch. "I- What are you? Some kind of prostitute?" Chris scowled, not liking at all that the man was coming off as some kind of slut. Then again, most strippers were only Nicki and Santana seemed to think they could have classy strippers in guys like Shawn and Jeff Jarrett.

Hands were quickly working on his fly getting it undone and exposing his erect member easily due to his lack of underwear today. "Christ!" he muttered. "Just-just who are you? We're not supposed to- oh man," he groaned, hips bucking and thrusting towards the warm mouth that was engulfing him. He knew better- Lord only knows he knew better, but he was only human and this felt too damn good to pass up. Free blow job? Chris nervously looked past Kane for the door praying to God that if anyone chanced to walk in on them, it would be Shawn and not Santana. He'd just die.

Chris' hand moved up to thread Kane's locks surprised that they had a certain softness to them like his best friend's. He was soon groaning loudly, the man's expert tongue unlike anything he ever felt before. "H-How much?" he managed to get out. Chris was stressed. Chris felt like he was being followed. People were trying to kill Shawn which meant people were trying to kill him as well.. He was keeping secrets from Santana. He was also making secret plans to get him and Shawn the hell out of the mafia at the first door of opportunity.

All in all he was very stressed out and now that this was happening, something of a light bulb went off in his head that told him maybe he ought to take advantage of the situation. Kane wanted it and by the looks of it, needed a hardcore release while he himself had gone so long without sex of any kind that he knew a simple blow job wouldn't do it. "How much to- to let me... ya know," he whispered, looking down to hide his blushing face. They were allowed to pay for sex and while he hated to treat this man like some little slut, he doubted it hardly mattered much at the moment.

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Shawn let his eyes roam up and down the gorgeous man's body, a little annoyed that he couldn't work on getting info out of him. Of the two men, he looked more like a man shrouded in secrets. His stoic expression and mysterious air about him screamed hit-man or something, but maybe it was God's way of letting him know that now was not the time to play with a potentially dangerous man. The gentleman next to him was just as gorgeous only he was doing a terrible job of showing disinterest. His lips curled into a slow smile as he slid his hand along Thorn's arm and down over his wrist collecting the bills from his hand. "As you wish. I hope you come back sometime handsome." Shawn winked before he crawled closer to Kevin.

Kevin was another he'd never seen before although a part of him wondered if he'd seen him in passing. Shawn leaned in pressing a light kiss to his lips before sitting up spreading his legs and beckoning for Kevin to take hold of his hips and pull him into his lap. "You look like you'd appreciate my company for a little while. I have a few minutes and a free lap dance for you if you so desire it."

Shawn smiled that sultry smile of his, the one that usually made horny men babble like fools before he took Kevin's drink out of his hand. He smirked before taking a sip accidentally letting some spill all over his chest. "Ooops." He set the glass aside, dropping his money on a tray from a passing worker who kept up with his tips. "So what's your name sexy?"


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PostSubject: Re: Darkest Nights   Darkest Nights EmptyFri Aug 26, 2011 2:42 pm

Kane pulled away from the thick length with a wet pop and looked up at Chris. Those words; how he hated them but had learned to shove the disgust to the side enough to smile a normal smile. His hand kept a steady pace up down the saliva glistened flesh as he tilted his head to the right. It was painfully obvious that the smaller man had gone without for awhile; the sweet salty tang of the copious amount of pre-release was thick on his tongue.

"Depends on what you want me to do."

He noticed that the man kept looking over at the door and with a grace that he'd been born with he moved over and locked it, going so far as to dig in his bag and shoot off a text to Paul to let him know that he was with someone and to keep people away from the room. With a sway to his hips he moved back over and took up his previous position, slipping the head back into his mouth and working him a couple of moments to bring him back to full hardness.

"On second thought, it doesn't matter what you want me to do or what you want to do. $100. Sound fair?"

Kane had never wanted it as bad as he did right now and he wondered if dancing would always leave him this way or if it was just the combination of the teasing that Paul had subjected him too and the dancing but whatever it was, he was more than wanting whatever this man could do to him.

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Paul was sitting in the bar, he'd requested a meeting with the owner and was waiting to hear if she'd accepted when his phone went off. With a smirk he pocketed it. Kane was a natural prostitute that had only needed some light training to make him one of the best he'd run across.

He wanted to see if he could get Kane on full time here, he'd heard rumors about the club and figured that Kane's talents could be of use here. After all, every mafia boss needed a slut to gather information; some of the best secrets came out in the wash between the sheets. Kane might not be a killer but he could make it easy for her assassins to get the job done.

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Thorn watched on appreciatively as Shawn moved his attentions to his partner and he made the note that once the job was done he'd come back and let the blonde siren do what he wanted. Once Kevin had the dancer enthralled he made his hasty exit, heading back towards the back to do some snooping.

Kevin on the other hand was nothing more than a stuttering mess as his hands gripped Shawn's hips and pulled him to him. With a grin he leaned in and licked away the trail of alcohol that was dribbling down the toned chest, taking time to play with the shining nipple rings.

"Kevin. My name is Kevin." The sentence, so simple in nature was the hardest thing that Kevin had ever had to utter and he tried to get himself under control so that he could try to get some sort of information from the dancer. With his best smirk he let his hand glide down a toned thigh as he asked, "What about your name? Though I'm certain that an angel doesn't need one."
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PostSubject: Re: Darkest Nights   Darkest Nights EmptyFri Aug 26, 2011 3:44 pm

Chris' head was leaning back against the couch, body tense but slowly wanting to just to unleash and wind down. One hundred bucks. One hundred bucks and yet Chris couldn't help but wonder if Kane ever worked in a real mafia club. A hundred bucks wouldn't get Shawn to bat an eyelash at you let alone a full night with him. "A thousand," Chris managed, between groans of pleasure and frustration. "If I wasn't so painfully hard I'd probably pay you more just to pay some attention to me- cuddle me- cheesy I know. So many times I've wanted to fuck my best friend but we can't- it's complicated. Santana don't bullshit about that no sex rule unless it's paid for and he's my friend; sex would complicate our friendship." The frustration he felt was evident in his voice and for a moment he could see Santana coming through that door scolding him for not being on the job, but Chris didn't care and hoped to God he wouldn't regret it later.

He leaned up on the couch, fingers tugging a little at Kane's hair until their eyes met and he was pressing a searing kiss to his lips. He just flat out didn't give a damn anymore and now that the door was locked he was ready to get to it. He needed to be buried inside the larger man's tight heat and he needed it bad. "On your back," Chris ordered. Hell they both needed relief and before he pounded into Kane's sexy ass he was going to taste him. He looked good enough to devour onstage so Chris doubted very seriously his eyes were lying to him this time.

Once Kane was on his back, Chris got to his knees, parting gloriously toned legs. He pushed both Kane's legs up caressing and squeezing his thighs amazed by how good of a body this guy had. Without warning his mouth was on Kane's hardness, lapping and sucking hungrily, hallowing his cheeks to give him the full effect. He was enjoying himself, one of his on hand moving to stroke himself while he sucked Kane off. He just hoped he could make it just as good for Kane as it was gonna be for him in just moments.

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Through the shadows like a phantom, Santana moved through the club, the drunk and even the not so drunk clearing the way for Santana. Her short black dressed stopped several inches from her knees showing off very sexy thighs as she walked. Her black high heels stood at three inches and a black Couture hat topped off the look with her thick dark hair hanging in curls. She wore red lipstick, the only color indicating possible warmth underneath the dark clothes for everyone swore she had a heart of darkness. Her two guards carrying Russian machine guns (Kord 12.7s) walked a short distance behind her while she herself carried a single silencer and a samurai sword. She took a seat at the bar, blowing a puff of smoke at the bar tender as he raced to bring her a shot of Bourbon. "Someone asked to see Santana?" she asked, to no one in particular, but everyone who wasn't Paul took off to the other end of the bar. "Hmph. Must be you then. ¿Qué puede hacer tía Santana para usted?"

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Shawn chuckled softly, throwing his head back purring at the touch of his nipples and rolling his hips just a little to tease before his eyes met Kevin's. "Angel huh? The last person who called me that ended up dead not even twenty four hours later." Shawn picked up his drink taking another quick sip, eyes never leaving Kevin's. He wet his lips then brushed them against Kevin's murmuring softly against them as he teased tiny kisses. "I'm not an angel Kevin. Far from it, but I wish I were. Then I could smile when someone like you calls me that instead of feeling like shit when I think too much of it." He looked sad for a moment, breaking character only briefly as thoughts of Carter and his son ran through his mind but in the blink of an eye he was back to normal.

Shawn wriggled in Kevin's lap, hands trailing up and down the toned chest. "So what are you? You don't look like one of the egomaniacle mob bosses trying to get Nicki or Santana's attention. You don't look like a loan shark and I doubt you sell illegal drugs. I have a sensitive nose so I would have sniffed them out of you." Shawn pressed his body flat against Kevin's, flicking his tongue over his earlobe. "Tell me Kevin," he whispered. "Who's the man behind this tall, sexy frame?" he asked, rolling his hips some more.
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PostSubject: Re: Darkest Nights   Darkest Nights EmptyFri Aug 26, 2011 5:53 pm

Kane swallowed away a moan as Chris wrapped his lips around him. It wasn't often that his needs were thought of, he was a prostitute, a cum dump and it didn't matter to most if he even blew his load before them. But this time was shaping up to be different and he had to admit that if the guy was good then he'd make it a point to put him above anyone else if he was looking.

"A t-thousand?" That type of money was unheard of in his little piece of the world and while he normally charged twice the amount, he wanted relief and was going to do anything it took to get it.

He felt a little vulnerable with his legs parted and raised and one of his hand found it's way to Chris's hair, trailing through the short locks. His gut was tightening as Chris sucked on him, his tongue swirling around the shaft and head as he bobbed.

"P-please, I want this, want you inside of me."

As a rule Kane hated to be out of control of his body but he was too far lost to really care. Mimicking Chris's earlier action he pulled Chris' mouth off of him and pulled him up, crashing their lips together hard as he arched against Chris, grinding their bodies together hard. He broke the kiss to pant harshly against Chris's ear.

"Fuck me.." He smirked a bit as he lightly touched one of Chris' cheeks. "Then afterwards we'll cuddle, and I promise it'll be free."

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Paul nodded and with smile he stood and very lightly took Santana's hand, kissing the back and then moving a chair out for her to sit.

"Please sit. I have a proposition for you Mistress Santana. I know what type of business you run here, and what type of talents you need to keep things running smoothly. And any fool would be stupid to think that you're not the brains and the brawn behind the operation. My boy Kane, he's a good dancer but he's an even better 'gentleman of the night' if you catch my drift. I know you always need informants and though he couldn't hurt anyone, he could gain you a wealth of knowledge if given the chance. The best secrets are spilt between the sheets."

Silently Paul waited, he had high hopes for his boy, and if it meant being a high class prostitute then so be it. The man had enough problems without adding Paul's to his broad shoulders and Paul had decided long ago to make sure Kane had a semi normal life.

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Kevin stopped, his mouth wanted to give out answers that he was sure Thorn would kill him over letting loose. After only a moments hesitation he smiled.

"I'm nothing more than a simple day trader in town for only a short while on family business. My great aunt is dying and has called the family together to witness her final hours. It's not a happy time at her estate right now so I figured I'd try some of the night life. My cousin Thorn..he's taking it worst than the others, she and he were tight. She helped raise him." He lightly trailed his fingers through Shawn's hair, tilting his head at the blonde dancer. "An Angel doesn't always have the best life, but they can make the most of it and rise above. That's what makes them an Angel. Regardless of how you ended up here and has happened you have moved up and on. Don't let anyone tell you different."

Kevin gut was telling him that he was on the right path with the answers that Shawn was giving him so he took out more bills and paid for another dance so that he could question further.

"So tell me Angel, what losses have you incurred other than the loss of a loved one? What has shaped you into this?"
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PostSubject: Re: Darkest Nights   Darkest Nights EmptyFri Aug 26, 2011 10:08 pm

Chris stared down at Kane, the larger hand of his temporary lover caressing the side of his face with a certain gentleness about it that Chris found hard to ignore. There lips met in another crushing kiss before he stood just long enough to wriggles the rest of the way out of his pants. He ordered Kane to get up on the couch on all fours where he immediately went to work preparing him, slipping in one finger and then the other stretching the tight ass in midst of hisses and groans. He could tell Kane was ready but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to just slide right in without preparing him slut or not.

Chris scrambled to get a condom out of the drawer putting it on with a clumsiness that almost frustrated him even more due to the anticipation. Once he got it on, he wasted no time sliding inside of Kane, groaning loudly as hot muscle swallowed him whole. "Shit," he grunted. It felt so damn good that instead of moving right away he stayed still, reveling in the feel of Kane's body. "Kane..fuck..you feel..."

Chris took hold of Kanes hips and began to move painfully slowly but he wanted this to last even though he could have slammed into him a few times and be done with it. He swiveled his hips, trying different angles until he felt Kane jump and groan loudly. With a smirk, he kept that angle wanting it to be pleasurable for them both as sweat glistened down both men's bodies. The room was hot for more reasons than one and Chris would keep up this slow pace until both of them were ready to explode.

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Santana pulled out another cigar, eyes studying Paul with an intense stare. No one ever knew what Santana was thinking because she usually kept the same stoic expression on her face unless otherwise amused. She lit up her smoke, staying quiet as she puffed on the dangerously cancerous object. She blew a puff of smoke, turning slightly in her chair to look at Paul. "Charming," she said, in response to the kiss on her hand.

She thought about Paul's words as she recalled the bigger man who took the stage moments before her star, who had been complaining lately about needing a break which was unusual. She partly suspected something was up with him, but as of late, kept coming up short when investigating the issue. Nevertheless she still could use one other. "We don't have anyone representing the street life if you get my drift. We're in pretty good with Mr. Orton, a strong Pimp who runs his business on the west side of NYC, but there's nothing like having your own workers, but I gather you're trying to shy away from using him in that way. I wonder if he wants a stricter, more disciplined lifestyle."

She blew another puff of smoke smirking a little. "I have a strict policy that no sex is allowed unless it's paid for. Had a little incident about a year ago that almost ruined one of my own. Feelings aren't allowed. I only want cold, heartless men all about the job rather than their own pleasures. I need him to kill if he must to get what I need and be willing to put his life on the line for this familia. Everyone here's willing to die to keep our family secrets. We don't know how Wade Barrett or any other boss run their clans, but my way works. By sticking to our strict policies we've managed to conquer almost all of New York in less than a year. We own a lot of cities on the east coast and we're looking to expand to the west."

She downed her shot of Bourbon, smiling wickedly at Paul. "If he's game then I'm willing to take the risk. One fuck up then he's gone and by gone I mean..." Her eyes lingered on that of her samurai sword in which she unsheathed toying with it. "I'm a blood thirsty lunatic Paul. The sight of blood excites me. I get a thrill out of watching my victims suffer and I kill all of my lovers. Love is for the weak and if Kane's weak then this is not the place for him. Its all about money and power. Do you agree?"

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Shawn was surprised and it showed all over his face. He'd heard many stories in the last eight or nine years- give or take- but no ever mentioned anything about dying family members. Usually the sober ones like Kevin spun tall tales about how much money they embezzled or how they had such perfect aim with a gun, being able to kill thirteen men with just one round of bullets. No one ever talked about family unless they were junk and even then the story was the same- somebody's family was gunned down for no good reason other than they were at the wrong place at the wrong time. Shawn could relate to those stories. "Wow. How sad," he said quietly. "If you're lying then so be it but if not, I truly am sorry for the both of you."

Shawn finished up Kevin's drink, hands toying with his nipples through the cottony fabric of his shirt. "I don't usually talk about myself. In this line of work it's all about the customer. If you truly want to know then I'll tell you a little bit. I lost my sister when I was fifteen. She was kidnapped. Haven't seen her since. She was a kind spirit so if she's dead I'm sure she went to the right place. My parents, well they were killed not too long after that I think. It's been so long that some of the details are a bit hazy."

He shrugged."Now I'm here and been here ever since. Everything I just told you isn't that much of a secret, but it's rare that anyone asks." Shawn tried to keep is game face on but talking about his past was always a sore spot and each time Kevin called him "Angel" he would remember Carter and how he was gunned down the morning after they had sex. They walked out of his apartment and three bullets were put into Carter. His one night lover died right before his eyes on his doorstep after being associated with an "angel". Some angel he thought.
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PostSubject: Re: Darkest Nights   Darkest Nights EmptySat Aug 27, 2011 10:45 am

Kane's eyes rolled into the back of his head as his gut started to tighten in anticipation of his release. He'd never had anyone go out of the their way to make it more than passably enjoyable for him. His back arched and he clawed at the leather of the couch; groaning loudly as his prostate was pummeled slowly and thoroughly. He did manage to get one hand to do something more than make ragged lines on the couch and curled it his fingers around his straining shaft; starting a slow and steady tug that kept time with Chris's thrusts.

Kane felt himself ready to explode and he started tightening his muscles around Chris's buries shaft; trying to make sure that Chris found his release before he did.

"Ha...fuck...don't know if..." Kane's hair was sticking wetly to his neck and back as he continued to move in time with Chris; colors exploding behind his eyes as he let go. Kane's growl of completion was muffled by him biting his lip hard enough to draw blood as his arms gave out and he fell forwards; a trembling convulsing mass on the couch.

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"My mother taught me how to treat a lady Mistress Santana. And charming is only one of my best qualities." Stopped and blinked as Santana continued to talk. He'd had no idea that her club was so strictly ran but maybe it'd be good for Kane. Clearing his throat he forced a smile. "I do understand and I agree with you, power and money make the world go round. How about you have a face to face meeting with my boy; see if he'll fit your needs. I know he'll be loyal and he's real good with directions. He'll lay his life on the line if he's given a true reason like family. If you can get his loyalty he'll be yours forever."

Paul felt a small pang of fear shoot through even as he talked Kane up to the blood thirsty Mistress. He did care Kane and didn't want him to come to any harm but he had the feeling that the ghosts of his past were about to come a'calling and he didn't want to add to the troubles that Kane already had.

"If you accept him Mistress, will he be under protections like I've seen other dancers or will he need to supply his own body guard?"

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Kevin seen the sadden look wash over Shawn's face and he felt his heart constrict. Something terrible had to have happened for that look to haunt his blue eyes and despite his better judgement Kevin wanted to know what it was. Before he could ask however the look was gone and Shawn was grinning again as he rolled his hips. It must have been something that Shawn dealt with on a daily basis since the look had disappeared so quickly.

Something was still off about Shawn but Kevin for the life of him couldn't put a finger on it. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a few more bills; smiling at Shawn and patting his hip as he tucked them into the waist of his tight chaps.

"You have other customers here tonight that would kill to be me. I think I've taken up enough of your time Angel. But rest assured I'll be back tomorrow night. It's a sight better here than at my Great Aunts home." He leaned in and brushed a kiss across Shawn's lips before nodding to another patron that his fist full of dollars in the air.

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While Kevin was playing decoy to the Dancer Thorn had found his way backstage and was looking for the large dark haired dancer. He'd encountered a few roadblocks but they were cleared away with a bite to the neck; their sightless eyes staring up at the ceiling as he left their drained bodies on the ground.

Down the hall he heard the noises of two people--men from the timber of the sounds--engaged in some illicit activity of some sort and he shook his head as he moved on. The large man couldn't have disappeared that quick. He would have seen him if he went out the front and on his circuit of the club he seen the man's guard speaking with whom had to be the owner of the club so he had to still be in the building somewhere.

Disgusted he headed back to his seat and seen Kevin sitting quietly with a drink in hand. He looked to be deep in thought but he brushed it away; humans didn't have deep thoughts, just long day dreams. With a slap to the back of the head he jerked his towards the door.

"C'mon, he's slipped away tonight. But there's always tomorrow." He started towards the door, not bothering to look back to see if Kevin was following and he really didn't care if he was or not.
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PostSubject: Re: Darkest Nights   Darkest Nights EmptySat Aug 27, 2011 1:15 pm

Chris found his release shorly after Kane, clinching his hips tightly as the hot muscle seemed to milk the release right out of him. He gasped, body spasming as he rode out his orgasm seeing stars for the first time in a long time. Too tired to pull out just yet, Chris just stayed buried in Kane, head resting on his lower back. There were many things running through his mind the first being that this still could have got him into a lot of trouble with Santana. Paid or not, Kane was a temporary worker at the club and there was a strict policy of engaging in sexual activities with those who were dancers. But he doubted very seriously Kane would rat him out and he certainly wasn't going to tell on the big man. Hell with the way Chris probably gawked at him Kane more than likely felt the need to put them both out of their misery and for Chris at least, he had did just that.

After a while, Chris considered the awkward and uncomfortable posistion they both were in and carefully pulled out of Kane. He stumbled across the room to wrap and toss the condom before slipping his slacks back on. The couch was a sticky mess and when Kane moved, Chris went to work cleaning up a little so that the women who performed before Shawn wouldn't come in tomorrow night bitching. He was spent and like Kane, he plopped back down on the couch, skin glowing and his face stress free for the first time in a long time.

"Thanks," he mumbled, unsure what to really say since he rarely paid for sex and when he did, it never went quite like this. He was usually sent packing afterwards or did the sending. He could understand though. Prostitutes had a job to do and much like strippers, one could only be attached to the job to do it right.

Chris felt fatigued. The day had been long and as much as he wanted to get up and get to his own comfy bed, he just didn't feel like it. He was so satisfied and spent that he forgot all about the fact the his primary job was guarding Shawn, who would be leaving the club shortly. His tired eyes glanced over at the bigger man who looked equally spent. "I'm good for it. Just too tired to cross the room and get it. Money's in one of my pockets. Just tke the whole roll. Not sure but it's probably 2-3k. I don't need it." Chris let his eyes close knowing sleep would fall shortly after.

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Santana finished up her cigar putting it out on the heel of her show, dress rising up eve further. She crossed her legs leaning in to speak more intimately with Paul. "Sure. I could grant him an audience. Nicki doesn't let anyone near her for safety reasons so most of the business is handled by yours truly. He should meet me tomorrow night while the women are dancing. That should give us plenty of time since he's next to the last to dance, that is if he chooses to stay."

Santana downed another shot of Bourbon, a wild look about her face that usually scared most people. "Loyalty is what keeps this place running. While we ain't ones to go around making enemies rest assure we have powerful enemies on priciple. People can't stand to see you rise above them, but the fuck if it's our fault we run our business smartly."

Santana put her sword away as she got up from the bar. "Disfrute del resto de su Sr. Paul nocturno- I mean enjoy the rest of your evening Paul. Make sure he's on time. Late people tend to lose an arm, or an eye if you get my drift." She nodded then took off, her guards ushering her out of the club.

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Shawn smiled sweetly, nodding his head. "Alright then. It was my pleasure. See you around Kevin." He hopped back on the stage deciding that he was too tired to do anymore entertaining. Chris was nowhere to be found which meant this was the opportunity he needed to stay at the shelter for a longer time than usual. With that in mind he slipped to the back. The door of the dressing room was locked but that didn't matter. He found someone's trench coat and threw it over him before slipping out of the back door, never noticing that down the hall fresh blood littered the floor along with bodies drained of its life force.
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PostSubject: Re: Darkest Nights   Darkest Nights EmptySat Aug 27, 2011 7:46 pm

Kane looked over to the garment that Chris had mentioned and tilted his head. He didn't want to move, and the calm look on Chris' face was too much for him to ignore. Gently he pulled Chris to him and then laid down on his back, cradling the blonde against him and wrapping one arm around his waist as the other rubbed at his back.

He felt his eyes getting heavy, but he wanted to stay awake until Paul came and fetched him or at least until his body finally gave up the little bit of consciousness that he had left. He opened his mouth to speak but his words seemed stuck in his throat and it took a moment or two before he could get a croaked growl out.

"I know you're good for it. Just rest, I promised you a cuddle and some normal attention. Now quiet down and enjoy it." Kane's hand that was rubbing at Chris' back moved up to cup the back of his head and knead at the sweatied locks.

As he enjoyed the after glow he let his mind wander. That had to be the first time that he'd enjoyed a session and he was absolutely amazed that anything could ever feel as good as it had. In the back of his mind, even if he and Chris never hooked up again he'd always compare all others to this and he had the feeling that they would come up extremely short. With a soft yawn he pressed a kiss to the top of Chris's head and finally let his eyes close, a smile curling his lips at the corner.

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Paul had the sick feeling of dread in his stomach as he walked the halls trying to remember where in the back that Kane was stashed. All the doors looked a like and he finally gave up frustrated and text him, waiting impatiently for an answer.

When none came he started looking again, stopping and staring at the dead body that laying in the middle of the floor. The twin holes that were oozing blood were prominent on the strong neck and he resisted the urge to yell for help.

Instead he doubled his efforts to find Kane and finally he came to a locked door that took him a moment to pick the hinges on the door and he swung it open getting ready to yell when he seen that Kane was sleeping, the blonde guard laying held tightly against his chest.

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Though Kevin had gone back to their room for the night Thorn took up residence on the top of the building waiting for the tall dancer and his guard to come out. He was going to strike tonight come hell or high water.
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PostSubject: Re: Darkest Nights   Darkest Nights EmptySat Aug 27, 2011 10:06 pm

Chris did not stir awake until he felt himself being shifted. With a yawn his eyes fluttered open and he found himself in the arms of the bigger man. He seemed to be easing off of the couch. Chris moved out of the way leaving room for him to get up. He was still tired but he felt so much better and he knew it was thanks to Kane. He was going to say something to him when he noticed that his bodyguard or friend was standing in the room. The door was slightly ajar and he was pale, like he'd just seen a ghost. "Hello," Chris said quietly. Sure he was still half naked, but Chris didn't care. Between he and Kane, he doubted Paul gave a damn considering Kane was a stripper.

With a yawn Chris dragged his body to the middle of the room to grab his slacks slipping them back on. There was a foul odor coming from the hall that almost made his stomach turn. He scowled, making plans to hunt the cleaning staff down before he left to get whatever it is cleaned up. Santana would freak and the odor was just foul. "Smells like something died out there," Chris mumbled.

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Shawn looked around several times before he started a normal pace up the street. Even if Chris was with him, he would still walk the same, normal pace because no one was usually in a hurry to get to a homeless shelter, or at least Santana thought so. She was the main reason he was doing all this sneaking around. About a year ago he made a mistake by getting too close to somebody. A one night stand led to an unwanted and badly timed pregnancy that he went through hell trying to hide.

Santana had rules about sex. She felt like emotional attachments put the cosca in jeopardy and he could honestly admit that maybe she had a point. At the time he didn't think much of it and he never, ever intended to sleep with Carter, but it happened so he had to deal with the consequences of being weak. Sex with him got him a baby and Shawn knew that if forced to choose between the life of his son and the cosca, well, it would be his son. No longer was he alone in this world. All beforehand he would have died honorably for his clan, but he couldn't. Not anymore. His top goal in life consisted of getting out of the mafia so he could raise his son alone or with Chris without the burden of "the job".

As usual, the shelter was wide open when he got there. Guards were on the inside for the sake of the little children but one was engaged n questionable acts in an empty room while the other was asleep. Shawn shook his head as he slipped by the front desk and headed down the hall to the room where he found his son the night before. As expected, Carter was sitting in the floor babbling to himself about something or another all the while banging a teddy bear against the floor. The priest who ran the shelter was sitting quietly in a rocking chair reading scripture.

He looked up when he noticed Shawn, smiling warmly despite the mother being practically naked underneath the trench. "Shawn." He got up giving Shawn a hug filled with warmth. "Chris isn't with you tonight is he?"

"N- no," Shawn winced. "But I needed to get here. I couldn't wait on him. Opportunity presented itself so I chanced it. Father Maurice, I miss him. I need to- to hold him," he pleaded.

The priest nodded, patting his shoulder. "I know. I can only respect you and your determination to make time for your son. I know it's hard Shawn, but I ask the Father everyday to bless you and your son. Your time will come Shawn and remember, he's safe here."

"I know. I just..." Shawn smiled big, forgetting all about the priest as his son crawled towards him.

"Mama!" Carter sat, sucking his thumb looking up at Shawn with those big, brown eyes like his father.

Shawn leaned over and picked him up, holding him close.

"He's a sport that one," the priest said with a chuckled. "And don't forget Shawn. You're more than welcome to stay here with him, as long as you want."

"Thanks Father."

"And come to church," he urged. "It'll do you some good now take care. I'll let you two have some alone time."

Father Maurice left the two of them alone but Shawn hardly noticed that he had gone. He was too busy settling in on the bed with Carter grinning big as he crawled all over him, patting mommy's cheeks and babbling about the events of the day. "Oh you did huh? And what did you do with the tuk tuk?"

Shawn laughed as Carter attempted to respond to him with even more babble. Of course Shawn had no idea what he was saying, but just being able to talk to his son was enough for him. Thirty minutes passed and then another before Carter finally tired himself out. They had talked, played airplane, tickle and even peek-a-boo before Carter was rubbing his eyes or nibbling on Shawn's fingers as sleep overcame him.

It would have been so easy to just hold his son close and use the trench coat to hide him as they walked home, but he knew that was unwise.Though Chris wasn't with him, there was still the tiny voice in the back of Shawn's head reminding him that he shouldn't be stupid or hasty.

With a sigh, Shawn placed a sleeping Carter in the crib and before he could break down and cry, he slipped out of the shelter for a slow walk back to his apartment, tears falling as he wondered if he would ever get to raise his son properly.
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