Love can be really sick and twisted. Especially when viewed from a position of religious intolerance. Especially if you're a masochist. Especially when your sadist is your childhood friend turned enemy. And especially when the masochist is the real...
I break away from all conventions that do not lead to my earthly success and happiness.
Vanitas's p.o.v.
Holy shit. Today was a big day for me and I wasn't too sure if that was a good thing. I'd only been back on the pole a few times for our smallest crowds since the whole thing back at pride. But today we were hosting a large bachelor party for a young gay man and apparently it had been requested by a friend of the groom that the fallen angel Rodin be the closing act...because they wanted to save the best for last.
"Guys, I'm nervous." I say out loud.
I'm suddenly put into a headlock by John who'd come as support once more today. "What have I told you!?" He reprimands.
I try to squirm from his grip. "I know but..."
"No excuses." John asserts. "You're too talented and gorgeous to ever believe that you're not good enough."
"He's right ya'know." Tony comes out of the closet with the outfit I'd be wearing for my performance.
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A pair of leather shorts...if you could even call them that.
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A leather harness styled into a pentacle.
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Leather wing arm bracers.
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