MARTIN LUTHER KING ONE-SHOT:

Diamonds With A Dream

Fist fly into the southern air, pumping to the sound of music. Sweat trickles down every exposed part of the many bodies within the 'New Diamond' night club.

It's honestly a mystery how we got in here. My bougie bitch Avery somehow got us in without even having to flash her boobs at the bouncer.

This is the most elite club in the state so I wonder who's dick she has to be sucking to get us in. Especially on a holiday.

Avery dances through the crowd, her long brown to blonde ombré hair flowing behind her. I rush to keep up with her, but even in heels her determination is undeterred.

She is definitely the sexiest being I've ever seen. But, like her, I'm into the same sex. That didn't stop me from snatching her from the world and forcing her to be my best friend. Yet she still managed to become dominant in this relationship. She's giddy, over dramatic, and always excited. I love her.

" Jeremy, come on!" She calls, swinging around to face me before turning forward again.

"Damn you, girl." I mutter, causing her to snicker.

Avery makes it to the bar. When I finally push through the crowd I'm more confused than before. She is sitting on a bar stool next to one of the most well known people in the city. A biker chick by the name of Roselyn.

She either works here or owns the place. Nobody really knows. It's not until she places a kiss upon my best friend's lips that I realize how Avery got us in here. Gosh, she's a slut.

"Get my lady a margarita." Roselyn says, placing her hand on Avery's exposed leg, before looking back at me. "Make that two." She says smiling at me.

Roselyn moves away from the bar and over to me. The chain hanging from her pants rattles with each step. Her black pants and black shirt combo is bad ass. She has a rose with her name going across it like a banner designed on the front of her shirt. It is also on the back of her leather jacket and the backs of her gang. Except theirs have the name of their gang. 'Diamonds In The Dirt'.

Thinking about it, she most definitely plays a part in the ownership of this club.

Roselyn leads me to the back of the club where she opens a sliding door that you wouldn't know was there even at second glance.

The hidden room is like a vampire's man cave. The walls are a blood red and everything else is in red and black design. The main light source is candles, which is sexy it's own way.

As expected, roses decorate the room in vases and pedals. There are beds placed about the large room. I'm not sure if it's a failed attempt at creating a gay room or a hidden place for orgies. Either way, they succeeded in the mystery and wow factor.

"What is this?" I ask, gawking at the scenery. Half dressed women and men cater to the Elite's every need.

Avery jumps on me excitedly, wrapping her arms around my neck. She rests her head on my shoulder and smiles. "This is the home of thee Elite. Only the highest ranking diamonds are allowed in here."

Up until now I didn't know the "elite" was a thing. I know I called them Elite but that's only because that's exactly what they look like. And, besides the club and the biker gang, the only diamonds I knew was the one's Avery bedazzled her skirt with. Hmf, that's probably why she chose to wear the leather tonight. Sneaky, appropriate bitch.

"Then why are we here?" I turn my head to her.

A small smile plays on her face as she looks at me with amusement. I know my best friend, so I damn sure know she's in a fit of laughter on the inside.

"Because," she turns her head to the side slightly, "we're elite."

Before I can bombard her with a horde of confused questions a tall masculine man in all black walks onto a nearby stage. His skin is pale-ish and his body chiseled. He has dark black hair and dark brown eyes that hold the utmost authority.

The room falls silent as everyone stares his way. His gazes falls to me, instantly making me blush. My head falls, letting the messy brown mop I call hair fall in front of my face. I blink up, watching him through my hair. He sends me a quick smirk, causing me to cower back, melting at his mere gaze. Whoever he is, he's hot.

I don't get too far before my best friend pushes me back into my original place. He looks at the crowd as his hand holds the stripper pole next to him tightly.

"Today is a very special day for many reasons. It's a reminder of how far we've come and how much farther we must go. Today is the birthday date of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. a man who played a large role in ending suffrage in the black community. From this day farther, we will be following his example. We will pull away from the shackles and constraints that hold us down in this world. We are gay, we are lesbian, we are bi, we are us. We are humans and deserve to be treated like so. Therefore; we shall stand together as one race, one gender, one sexuality. As humans." He rants gathering cheers and applause from his audience.

I can't believe this asshole. All of his African American followers, including Avery, should be highly pissed off by this. All of his followers, period.

I watch as he steps off of the stage. My eyes follow his every move before he walks around the stage and makes his way over to me.

"Jeremy." he smiles, holding his hand out to me.

I merely scuff, rolling my eyes as I turn around to walk away.

"I've clearly offended you," He says, following close behind me. "What did I say to anger you?"

"That little speech you made was a dick move, douchebag." I stop and turn to him, completely fed up. "I understand your position, but you have no right to compare what they did to what we're going through now. We weren't forced into slavery nor lynched."

"Oh, so that is what offense you. Well, in my defense, we may not be slaves but we have been killed."

Avery walks up, clearly sensing my distress. "It hasn't only been by white men though." She comments, taking me totally by surprise. "They didn't want people to oppress them yet them and their descendants would gladly oppress us. And some of us will do the same to others. It's a never ending cycle."

"So, yes," he continues, "we don't have every right to compare ourselves to them, but no one has the right to oppress us."

"It's still not fair and doesn't justify comparing gays to slaves. We're free, they're weren't."

"How free are we, truly, Jeremy?" Avery asks.

I scuff at her. "Free enough."

"Free enough to have people choose our path for us. Free enough to have men choose whether we have the right to marry or not, free enough to be bullied, killed, or disowned. Free eno-" Avery stops Ms. Roselyn from shooting more balls of fire at me.

"All we're saying is... we don't feel very free in a place we call a free country."

"And who are you?" I bite.

He smiles, taking my hand in his. "Grant, the leader of thee elite." He pulls my hand to his lips before planting a soft kiss upon it. "Or, as you like to call me, a douchebag." He says before walking away.

Avery comes up to me, pulling her little girlfriend along. "I'm sorry, Jay, I didn't think it'd go like this." A large smile spreads across her face. "On the bright side, you finally know who Rose is!"

With that as her last words she skips away. As usual, she leaves me in an awkward situation. She hadn't only hopped away from me but also hopped away from her little girlfriend. I'm stoked to finally meet her since Ave doesn't get into serious relationships but seems to really like her. She's been talking about "Rose" for about six months now, so this is a shock to me.

"Hey, he's not that bad." Roselyn, or "Rose" says. I look to follow her gaze which is on Grant. "Give him a chance, my brother doesn't open the Elite's doors for just anybody." She says, then pats my shoulder.

I watch her make her way to Avery, who instantly grabs her hand and gives her a big kiss.

I don't know him but I do understand where he's coming from. Though I slightly disagree, he has his own point. But, like Avery said, no one is treated equally. Not even I am treating people fairly. I love Avery more than anything in the world, and over something so stupid and pathetic I would never lose that. So judging and disliking him because of his opinion would only prove his and my best friend's point further.

After taking a deep breath I slowly decide to walk over to where Grant stands. My eyes roam over the muscles of his back then to his nice, firm ass. They soon flicker up once he finally turns around and notices me.

"I'm sorry for calling you a douchebag and a dick... and for thinking you were an asshole who couldn't think straight even if it was his sexuality,"

He smiles, brushing me off. "Don't worry about it, we all have our own beliefs. But-" he adds with a smirk, "if you want to make it up to me come and spend the night with me."

He picks me up by the waist, causing me to wrap my legs around him. He then places me atop the bar table. Sir Grant never leaves he's comforting position between my leg, cause my pants to grow tight and my bulge to increase in size.

"Sleep with you? What the hell, is this a cult?" I say as I smile down at him with a smirk.

"No, I see something that I like. A kindred spirit that fights for how it feels. Someone that can fight with me and for me, for good."