Hypocrite

Slipping

It's the night after the sports festival, Kacchan and kirishima are walking down an old empty road, the cold wind stinging Kacchans exposed skin as Mother Nature beats down on them.

It was kirishimas idea to use their fake IDs (thanks to a b-class art student) to get into a new strip club called "The guilty pleasure" that just opened up a few blocks away from Kacchans house and Of course Kacchan was happy to nurse his "slight" drinking habit.

They turned a corner to see a long line outside a dark building with flashing pink lights above the door, a large bouncer in a typical black shirt standing outside identifying the long line of people one by one.

Kacchan groans to himself, last night he had another dream about fucking deku... except it's getting worse, every second is spent with those green eyes haunting his dreams and that warm smile sending shivers to a place deep in his core. He's almost given up on forgetting deku, maybe it would be easier to succumb to his carnal desire.

After about half an hour they finally made their way through the line and showed their fake IDs to the bouncer who let them in...a bit skeptical of them though.
"Holy shit I can't believe he actually let us in!!" Kirishima says laughing to himself once they are away from the scary looking man.
"Shut up idiot." Kacchan smacks him on the back of his head while they make their way to a table right in front of the stage with a woman with huge fake tits and too much makeup caked on her tanned face is seductively grinding on a pole and pushing her chest in the air towards the crowd of creepy old men throwing money at her.

"Hey katsuki, I'm gonna go get us some drinks... what do you want?"
"Just get me a vodka and coke."
Kacchan sits back and closely observes the place from his seat.
It was actually quite nice...the walls were red and the floors were a glossy black tile. The tables had red mahogany wood and silver seats while the booths and seats at the bar were black with a silver seem.
He could see why this place became so popular.

He then observed the stage. There were two poles in the back with gold spotlights above them then a few feet away from his table was the biggest pole with a white spotlight above it shining on a red haired woman with skin tight red shorts and only heart shaped pasties on her nipples covering them.

She looked at Kacchan and winked at him, she slid down the pole so her knees were wide open above her large red heels and her hands were stroking her neck seductively.
Kacchan gagged at her desperate attempts at him and looked away towards kirishima who was walking his way with their drinks.
"Yo katsuki I got us some drinks." He says giving Kacchan his shot of vodka and keeping a beer for himself.

Katsuki sipped his drink, loving the feeling of the cold liquid burning his throat and the loud music tuning out his mind swirling with unanswered questions and his deepest desires that are being forced down and suppressed beyond self restraint.

The DJ stops the music and starts talking into the mic
"Ok guys it's 12 o clock! And you know what that means!!"
Several cheers ring out from the crowd on the dance floor.
"It's time for you ladies to enjoy yourselves with our best male dancer...say hello to your favorite hero!!!

Katsuki's POV.

The deafening screams that ring out from the crowd of women draped in luxurious clothing and jewels sends eerie chills down my spine.

"What the fuck?" I ask looking at kirishima with an angry glare. "Lets ditch this fucking place."
He nods and I grab my jacket, I'm about to stand up when the lights on the stage flip on and a young man is standing there facing the pole, his back towards me.

The music starts and the man turns towards the crowd, I feel my whole body tighten and every one of the hairs on my body stand up chillingly.
"Deku?!?" I yell even though I'm sure he can't hear me over the song.

Deku flashes a sparkling white smile at the sea of women climbing over each other.
He strips himself of his leather jacket and tosses it in the crowd, unlikely to ever see it again as it is torn to absolute shreds.

Deku's hair is slicked back with a ludicrous amount of gel and his freckles are hidden behind a sheet of concealer along with any blemishes that happened to adorn his pale face.

He dances on stage sexually, sending waves of pleasure to my manhood.
He pulls his shirt up over his head flexing his muscles in the process and showing everyone his defined abs and biceps, sending me into a euphoric trance as I carefully examine his every moment and every twitch in his wonderfully carved pecs.

The music gets more sensual and deku grinds himself against the pole scandalously as the lights start flashing even more radically and the crowd chants at him with even more vigour than before.

When he throws his head back seductively he catches my eye and I see him fumble.
His wide eyes are filled with pure horror and he stops dancing in favour of questioning me with his terrified glare.