°•Sharm•° 《Viktuuri +OtabekxYuri》

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The way he looked,

With his hair which was the color of an endless hole in space, that glistened in the flashing multi-colored lights, like the stars shining and twittering throughout a night's sky. With his white, porcelain like skin, that was almost flawless. The only blemishes were his light tinted bruises that were scattered across his body, from calf to neck, but the bruises were barely shades lighter then his skin color. Almost naked to the human eye if you didn't look closely and carefully. But, it was quite easy to gaze upon him, for his body was for sale, or at least for show. His bare chest showed that he was quite fit. Though his frame was quite feminine, it held a type of masculinity. Perhaps it was his muscle tone, or that the gleaming lights that hit his body causing it to be tinted with multiple colors. Or maybe it was his actually mostly-lean muscles that made him look more masculine. Perhaps it was the way he held his body, or maybe it was the way the artificial lights reflected on his exposed skin. Making him look illusory, he was glistening under the false lights. His body was dressed with the colors of the artificial light, that reflected off his skin as he walked. He walked with such confidence, as though to show off an expensive item he possessed to show the reasons why he was better then the rest, though, he was wearing something most people wouldn't be comfortable walking around in front of people. His only clothing he wore was black boxers that had silver sequence scattered throughout them.

The way he moved,

One of his pale hands gripped the pole composed of silver colored materials, as he engaged his body causing him to shift back and forth, making him seem like a wave. His other hand stayed at his hip, turning back and forth in circular motions. His hand trailed up his exposed skin, he extended his neck as his hand traveled up to his cheek, and traveled back down. His face held a type of an innocent look, as if he was being taken advantage of, though, his movements spoke much differently. He soon started walking around the silver colored pole, with his right pale hand griping the pole. He soon climbed up the pole and crossed his slightly bruised legs. When his hands left the pole, his toes pointed. He lays back, arching his back and extending his arms in the process, letting his head lower and drop, he was slightly slipping. Though, through it all, the lights complemented his body. He then bent his body back up from his waist, he gripped the pole with both of his pale hands once again. He uncrossed his legs, and his lower hand, which was his left hand, slid down the pole with such ease. Though his right hand slipped a little as well. He pulled his left leg away from the pole and he bent it inwards towards himself, though he pointed his toes away from himself. His legs where now above his torso, one was bent while the other one was caressing the metal pole, both his toes pointed. He was still, not even shaking from his weight. Though his breaths became a bit heavier, but it couldn't of been told because of the loud and pounding music surrounding him.

Was apparently hundred percent different in person.

Viktor had seen this illusory man, in the Sharm. He was one of the only ones that left a mark in his mind. Viktor wasn't even there to enjoy the show, he had to pick up a friend of his that worked in this type of place. This place was a stripper bar. A gay stripper bar. This was one of the few places that excepted homosexuals as customers, this also would help not cause a problem to assume someone was into one gender or another. All the strippers on the stage were homosexual. The only reason Viktor came to pick up his friend was because he, once again, attacked a drunk customer for trying to making him consider selling his body for him. It always made Viktor slightly laugh, many people believe his friend had a great body, including Viktor, and they'd always shed complements on him, which he'd greatly thank. But, when it came to work he'd always got defensive about his body. Though it didn't stop him from showing off his great assets(literally >.>). But, Viktor lost track of time just by staring at the illusory man. His sparkling bright blue eyes couldn't help but trace the bruises the man had gotten. His hand went to his mouth, in a thinking manner. Though he couldn't think, his eyes where just drawn to him. His moves where sloppy. But, his face had an amazing look and his aura. It was such an innocent face. In any sport aura is important. But, softer sports like ice skating, dancing, things like that, faces and body movements are one of the most important things to have. Though, it doesn't come naturally to most people. His aura was strong, it had such lust sowed into it, Viktor couldn't help but wonder who had caused him to be this way, and what man had the right to be with this beautiful man— that Viktor bet had no worth compared to the illusory man—.