Darkiplier x Antisepticeye (Contains Smut)

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Dark pushed his hairs back, ruffling and messing them up a little. Just as he met Anti's eyes, he had a sinister look on his face. Dark bit down on his lip hard when Anti continued; never had he ever wished to be a pole that badly. Dark's eyes widened, he really just wanted to laugh, but that faded away soon, into a period of worry and protection when Anti climbed up the pole. His eyes were stuck on Anti's body, his ears listening to nothing but the moans, but his mind worrying about Anti. He knew it was safe, and that Anti would be fine, but still... He sighed in relief when Anti slid down again. He got himself another serve of whiskey, to distract himself from his growing arousal and erection.

Anti grinned as he slowly slid down the pole, lying on his back as he continued to hump the air. He pinched his nipple, gasping as if he’d never done that before (although he had, many times), and spoke softly. His husky voice guided the audience through their praises, thanking them for every one, before he sat up. “Mm, I think my time is up for the big show, folks...” he murmured, to which the audience all whined. “But don’t worry, I’ll be over on that pole over there all night, so please throw all the payment you like at me over there,” he purred, pointing to the pole and mini stage to his right. “And as I leave, my lovely colleague Emerald will take my place. Treat her well, guys, she’s relatively new. I mean it,” he warned, looking sternly at the audience. He was trying to take care of Emerald, remembering how hard it was the first few days.
He got up, gathered his clothes, and strutted over to the small stage, setting his stuff down and having a sip of water, sitting on the edge of the stage.

Dark grabbed his glass, taking all of the liquor in one sip. He grimaced at the burn and bitterness, but shrugged it off. He cleared his throat before getting up, looking at Anti walk away. He watched Emerald for a short while. And she performed... really good, really professionally for a newbie. Dark was impressed, and embarrassed, knowing literally anyone working at this club would better at a sensual performance than he was. He literally drunkenly performed whatever he knew infront of a professional performer, the perfect being he really didn't deserve as his partner, Anti. Dark walked over to Anti, but was too awkward to say anything to get Anti's attention. Anti looked amazing, and his mind could only say one thing, 'I fucked it up from that night.' Dark cleared his throat when he was noticed by Anti. "You did g-great, and I'm just-... embarrassed? For what I did? A few nights ago, on that one drunk night?... In Palawan?..." he chuckled awkwardly.

Anti spun around the pole for a few minutes, gratefully accepting any money thrown at him from the various patrons. The crowd thinned out a little around Emerald, most people preferring to watch Anti anyways. He hung upside down, his arms hanging gracefully, and soon saw Dark approaching. He smiled and slid down, leaning at the edge of the stage to peck his head. “No, baby, you were fine. You did fine, I promise. Honestly, I would’ve thought you’d done that before. You did very well, love,” he murmured, smiling and ruffling his hair. “We can get going pretty soon, okay? Or....”
he hummed, thinking for a moment. “We could go in one of the back rooms, if you want. It’s entirely up to you.”
And with that, he returned to spinning, whooping and moaning softly as he hung upside down once again, spinning around and thanking everyone who was paying him. He really did love this job, so much. It was fun, he was good at it, and it was a damn good pay too. He wouldn’t say it to Dark, but he made two, nearly three grand every night if he'd perform private shows too. Tonight, it was simply nearby a thousand.

Dark smiled softly, snickering with closed eyes at Anti's suggestion. He looked back at Anti, watching his moves, trying not to get more aroused (if that was possible) from the moans, grinds, and humps. Dark politely declined the offer to go into some back room, just because he wouldn't really feel comfortable in the atmosphere of the place. He had no problem with his obvious erection showing, hell, many around him had erections too. People who couldn't get erection were astonished and probably aroused as fuck as well. Dark wanted to join in, and throw money, but he forgot his damn wallet. He sighed, crossing his arms, his eyes glistening in awe as he watched Anti for some more time. He glanced over at Emerald now and then, her performance was almost the same level as Anti. Way too good for a newbie.