A/N: Anon_the_magical, I love you, I appreciate you, I gave my best, tell me if it's cringey so I can delete it quickly and hide my shame

I didn't want to start out this way, but I guess that's just how it is. Everyone, this is as spicy as it gets with my stuff...
On the bright side I found this nice fanart up there on DeviantArt! Yay for that...? It's not the way I personally imagine them, but it fits the tone of the story pretty well I think...
ENJOY!

-------------------------

It has been their second day in Vegas and it had been long overdue to present him the promised Stripper-Foxes. Of course, driving around and shooting people was great, but somehow he could also understand his partner's impatience. If a man was promised Stripper-Foxes, it wasn't right to keep him away from those. After all it was one of the reasons he joined the kidden-strangle-team and it would be silly to test how loyal he'd stay without his rewards.

Admittedly at first he wanted to avoid going here... it was quite annoying when Old Sport wasn't paying attention to him. More than he expected it to be at first...
Now though, after hooking him up before they left, he had to say that it was FAR better than anything they did before!
"Damn it Sportsy, you really aren't used to the good stuff, are you?" Smirking, the Purple Guy rested his head on his hands, watching his partner in crime laughing profusely.
"Owowowoowoowow! I'm the fox now!" The man was hanging onto one of the poles, keeping on going in circles again and again. While at it he brandished his flamethrower, setting another table on fire.
Dave looked around the empty strip-club and wondered what set him off this strongly. Everyone else had wisely run away in pure terror, pushing over tables and chairs left and right. Broken glass was littering the floor, but at least light and music was still going. For him it was more than fine, after all he wasn't going to strip-clubs for the great company. Watching his friend this ecstatic was everything he wanted and needed from this place.
An even more high pitched laughter got his focus back on Old Sport. "Dave, look! Am I sexy yet?"
He was hanging onto the pile trying to pose despite him not even being in the condition of walking in a straight line.
Dave perked up, similar to a shark smelling blood in the water. This wasn't how he'd usually act, but- wait, he never did this before anyway, so FUCK IT! NO RULES! HE GETS WHAT HE WANTS! Showing his teeth in anticipation, he provocatively crawled onto the stage. "Huh, when you ask like that... you'd need to take off some clothes for that! You'd like any help?"
"PFFFF... you'd need to buy me dinner first, ya know?!" Teasingly he avoided his friend, using the pole to ensure space between them.
"Well, I technically pay for our whole stay... but whatever I guess! If you don't wanna do it right, should I show you how it's done?"
Hooked Sportsy immediately stopped walking away and gave him a huge and slightly cracked up (HA!) smile. "Oh, PLEASE do! I'd KILL for this! Teach me, senpai~"
"Alright, first you gotta get your audience interested..." Snickering mischievously, he began moving his hips around, slowly and teasingly, knowing that Sportsy LOVED seeing those fluid movements. MAYBE it was SLIGHTLY weird to watch your friend while being at a strip-club, but HEY, it payed off right now, right?
And yes, as he slowly approached him, the Orange Guy didn't move away. His breath was quick and shaky, yet that was most likely due to the drugs... for now.
Determined Dave grabbed and pulled him body to body, whispering into his ears, making him shudder as his hot breath tickled his ears. "Get ready~"
Not letting his victim form a coherent thought, he threw him back, making him stumble and fall onto the ground, staring up in deep bewilderment.
"Now... Old Sport... you have to keep them hooked~ show them some good stuff~" In a slightly violent way Purple Guy ripped open the first button of his shirt, not really caring about ruining it. Fixated on Sportsy's eyes, he bit his lip in excitement. This was working better than he expected... it was far too rare to see him this... helpless, this surprised. Actually, it was the first time he ever saw him unable to react to something. Whenever he spend time with Old Sport... his new co-worker did whatever he told him to do, but for some reason it always FELT different. It felt as if said man could drop out at any moment, flipping him off without any reason and just go doing something else.
Now though... he finally felt as if HE was in control.
The next two buttons came off and Dave decided that it was time to open his pants as well, since it would only help getting the right look across. Wrapping a leg around the pole, he slowly showed off all his sides by sluggishly spinning around it. It was clear that Orange Guy checked him out, since he hadn't moved a single muscle, except the ones he needed to swallow the drool.
Dave leaned back even more, ripping out his hair band and letting the hair fall chaotically over his shoulders. Grinning the grin of the predator he deep down always was, he twirled back and finally ripped open his whole shirt, presenting his chest.
Still not feeling as if he got enough reaction out of Orange Guy, he rubbed himself against the pole, dancing around, just to suddenly stop in a revealing pose, teasingly and indulgently licking along his hand, until he came to the tip, on which he provocatively sucked with a hungry smile.

Old Sport's brain finally came through, alarming him that he was pretty close to death. His whole body and especially his face had heated up, his hands were sweaty and slightly shaking and his heart was pounding so hard inside of his chest that it felt as if it could explode at any moment. He hadn't been anticipating Dave suddenly turning on him like this.
He had expected to be attacked, killed or jokingly be sold off to some gangs, but he hadn't... he would... h-he would get... eaten up...
"D-dave t-this is great, b-b-but I think-"
Quicker than expected Purple Guy closed the distance between them, pushing him down with a foot. "Remember, don't let anyone escape you~"
Fully shirtless, he threw the ripped shirt away without a second thought. Slowly he crouched down, pinning his victim effectively between his legs, his grin growing even wider as he felt Sportsy uncertain struggle. Apparently the boy didn't know that friction would only make everything better... He knew just the right thing to stop him though~
Closing the distance between them he softly kissed his lips, just a momentary touch before he wandered towards his ear and neck. "You're going to experience heaven with me..."
"P-please, Dave, t-this is going a b-bit fast, c-can't w-weEEEE-" Poor Old Sport yelped as Dave bit down into the soft skin around his neck, finally getting him to shut up.
"Stop fighting something you want so badly~ Don't you think I can feel how hot your body is right now? You're basically begging for me to continue, moving and rubbing against me like this..."
"A-ah, I-I-I..." Finally his brain cords were fried.
"I promise, I will go easy on your virginity~"
Suddenly Old Sport grabbed onto him with his left hand, as the right was already fixated on the ground by Dave's weight. With a surprising firmness he kissed him, keeping him close and even afterwards hugged him tightly. "Please Dave, I-I... I don't h-hate this, but this isn't... you know... the right place...?"
Shortly Dave paused. "Did you really got me worked up this much and now just want to quit?"
"W-we could... I'd like... you know... at the h-hotel? I don't really w-want to get sued again because of p-public indecency... haha..."
"F-fucking FINE! BUT before that I HAVE to-"
"D-DAVE, DON'T DO THAT!"
"I DO WHAT I WANT!"
"MY P-PANTS! I NEED THOSE, Y-YOU CAN'T-"
"I'LL GIVE YOU MY PAIR!"
"FOR HEAVEN'S S-SAKE!!!"
"... Is that... "Demonic toddlers are no joke"...?"
"H-ha-a-a-ahaha... d-don't you like tattoos...?"
Dave began laughing loudly and freely, his intimidating attitude vanishing. "Sportsy, you goddamn FREAK! You're getting your dick out for some stranger in a tattoo studio, but are this fucking prude around me?!"
"Y-you're..." Deeply red Old Sport looked at him, flustered beyond the point of reason. "You're really special to me! You're the first one that makes me feel this w-way, so I... I don't know how t-to act around you!"
This was so sweet, Purple Guy felt as if a heart attack was imminent. Red as well and not believing his luck, he tried to find words to describe his feelings "You... y-you..."
WHOOP WHOOP, IT'S THE SOUND OF DA POLICE!
Both psychos flinched at that too familiar sound. It came incredibly fast closer, so they simply looked at each other, snickered one last time and broke the back window to escape capture.

--------------

A/N: My soul is on fire as I shameful look at my creation. If this is bad, TELL ME SO I CAN DELETE IT. For my sake, if it's terrible, I don't want more people than necessary being subjected to this...
Never written this before. Never felt so weird before. I hope you enjoyed... ;u;
Gosh, please, don't think any less of me... Now, I do respect people who write smut, but I never found it appealing. There are only so many ways humans can have intercourse and just like that the two characters become interchangeable in most smut-stories. This is only my opinion though and if you're interested in this stuff, there's actually another "Old Sport x Dave" smut story on AO3.
This is only ~1 500 words, since I can't really... imagine stuff around this... next request will probably be longer x3
Please request something so this fic won't be the only story on this work... damn, I'm actually sorry for being this prudish, what is wrong with me? ;x; Thanks for reading and enjoy your day!