Hello again! Long story short, this one-shot might have mild smut. I haven't written smut for awhile, so please forgive me if this wasn't enough. (Warning, if you do not like the idea of any sex-related topics, this may not be the one-shot for you.) If these types of things disturb you or make you uncomfortable, please do not read this.

[The Stripper AU no one asked for, but I wrote it anyway.]
(Note: They are aged up.)

But as always, happy reading!~

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"Could you bring him here with you? I just...want to give him a little gift."

"Hah, I know exactly what you want. Ain't a gift, that's for sure. Knowing where you work, it's more than a gift, if anything."

"Come on, now. I'll never ask this of you again. Just for tonight. Bring him with you, I'll handle everything from then on and you can meet up with your girlfriend again. Sound fair?"

"Fine, fine. If anything goes wrong, though, don't blame me."

"Very well. We have a deal."

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The red-head tugged at the tired man's arm. "Come on! We need to get outta this boring, ol' apartment anyway."

Ike, who had just woken up from a nap, groaned. His face was buried in a pillow as he waved his free arm in the air. "No. I'm tired, let me sleep." Tugging away from Roy's grip, he aggressively pulled the covers over himself and went back to sleep.

"Ugh," Roy grunted, "We'll get meat or something, will that get you up?"

There was silence. Ike rolled onto his back and sat up, glancing at the time on his phone. "11:36 P.M," He paused and glared at Roy with half-opened eyes. "Seriously."

"Yes, seriously! Come on, get up. I have coupons, even." He fought back, digging out a handful of yellow slips of papers. In black, bold writing, they read the usual "50% off," "Buy 1, Get 1 Free," "Buy 2, Get 1 30% off."

Admitting defeat, Ike lazily slipped on a white, button-up polo shirt, denim jacket, and black, slim-fit jeans. Already outside the apartment complex, Roy was leaning on the driver's side door, twirling the key ring on his finger. Tying his black headband around his head, Ike walked out and sat down in the passenger seat. Followed by Roy, in the driver's seat.

"We'll be there in around...eh, 15 minutes."

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As the car pulled to a stop, Ike was confused as he glanced out the window to see a neon-lit building with the words "The Emblem Club" in a somewhat, erotic red. Shaking his head, Ike stepped out of the car and met Roy in the middle, in front of the vehicle. He crossed his arms with a frown, "I know damn well this isn't a steakhouse."

The red-head snorted. "Come on, it's been a boring week. What better way to end a Friday than going to a club?" Putting his hand on his hips, he continued, "And not just any club. But the best one out there."

The thought of women and men dancing in sexual ways, money flying everywhere, and strangers getting it down with each other made Ike want to puke. Before he could protest, however, he found himself being pushed to the entrance by Roy. After approving their ages with the bouncer, the door had opened for the two males.

Smoke, alcohol, lights, pounding music, everything. Roy chuckled as he quickly patted Ike on the shoulder, "I'll be busy. Now, you go have some fun."

"Roy, wait-" But before Ike could finish, the boy had already run off. Clenching his fist, Ike walked deeper into the club as the beat of the song pounded through his head, making him wish he was deaf. The vibrant lights pulsing throughout the stages with dancers could blind his eyes if they wanted to.

As a smoker walked past Ike, they nearly knocked him off his feet as they drowsily made their way to a "VIP" part of the club. The stripper was practically dragging the smoker by his waist, both seeming eager, but had to contain their lust until they were hidden away from the crowd.

Ike found himself slumped on a chair from the impact of the intoxicated smoker. It was somewhat comfy. He glanced around the crowd surrounding him. Men and women, all desperate to see this stripper show up on stage. Their hands filled with money, their eyes glued to the closed, glitter curtain, their voices shouting and cheering.

Silence. The music had trailed off and the stage lights had dimmed, everything had now been dark and empty. Then, a slow, somewhat seductive and heavy bass song had begun as the lights turned back on, the same color that had lit up the club's name that was at the front, outside. Red.

As the curtain was drawn, all eyes were on stage. A male, cross dressed. His top was dazzled with glitter, only covering up his chest as the small sleeves were tightly wrapped around his upper arm, revealing his arms and midriff. A short skirt with frills at the bottom that would shake as he walked. Fingerless gloves for his hands and a choker around his neck, a small chain hanging off the front. Knee-high leather boots and a golden tiara bestowed upon his smooth, silky blue hair.

With a simple cat walk and a sexy strut, the stripper was now in front of the pole. He swished his head to the beat of the song as his hand gripped the metal. One swift lift of his leg wrapped around the pole and he spun; once, twice.

The crowd cheered. A few dollar bills were tossed at the stage as a smirk was plastered onto the stripper's face.

Pressing his back against the pole, he raised his arms above his head and dropped to the floor, onto his knees, arms still raised. With a quick pump of his upper body, he lifted himself back up, his ass nearly curving upwards as he slowly straightened his back.

Whoops and hollers erupted as more money was thrown at the stage.

"Wow," Ike mumbled to himself. Not a fan of clubs, but this particular performance seemed to catch his eyes. He found himself fishing out a 20 dollar bill from his wallet and chucked it onto the stage.

The stripper walked around the pole, still gripping onto it, as he stepped on every slip of money. All, but one. Ike's 20 dollars. Bending over, the stripper picked up the dollar and pressed it to his lips as his eyes drifted over to Ike. A soft chuckle emitted from the stripper as he leaned forward, his gloved hand reaching out to Ike. His finger traced the middle of Ike's neck to the tip of his chin.

"So generous..." The stripper slurred, chewing on their bottom lip. "Got more where that came from, Ike?~"

What was once enjoyment, turned into shock. Ike froze in his seat as people around him patted his shoulder as a "congrats" while the stripper went back to his dancing. The stripper knew his name? But how? Looking back up at the stage, he saw the stripper buck his hips and twirl. For a brief moment, Ike felt his heart sink.

"Marth...?"

The stripper paused as they strutted towards Ike again. His lips curled into a grin as he sat down on the edge of the stage, legs crossed. "You've got it, baby," Marth murmured as he stood back up to the stage, caressing the pole, spinning once more.

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As the song slowly faded out, so did the crowd. Sweat dripped down Marth's back and forehead as he panted for breath. A wild performance had come to an end. Glued to his seat, Ike was still left in shock. With a glance at the lonely man, Marth made his way over to him and smirked. His hand slid onto Ike's shoulder.

"What's the matter," Marth asked, standing behind Ike as he bent forward, his head resting on Ike's shoulder. His hands caressed the shocked man's arms as he let out a husky breath. "Did you enjoy it a little...too much?" The stripper chuckled as he rattled the chain hanging from his choker.

"What...the...fuck." Ike mumbled, standing up from his chair and walking towards Marth. He gripped the prince's bare shoulders in his hands, staring him down and asked, "What the fuck are you doing here," his fingers squeezed together tightly. For a tease, Marth let out a moan through pursed lips, forcing Ike's hands away from his body.

"Watch your language, tough guy," Marth joked as he crossed his arms. "I wouldn't want you to get into any trouble, now."

Ike huffed as he rolled his eyes. "Why were you even-"

His voice was cut off by Marth's finger pressing against his chapped lips. "Let's not talk about that out here, darling," The prince's hand slid down to Ike's own as he led him around the back of the stage. A door, decorated with a blue heart and the name, "Marth" in white font. Leading Ike inside, Marth clicked the lock behind him.

"Come, now. Take a seat, why don't you?" He offered, slipping off his leather boots to reveal black, knee-high, fishnet stockings.

Hesitant, Ike sat down on a soft, leather couch in the far corner of the room. Tossing his shoes into the half-opened closet, Marth sighed contently as he proceeded to perch himself on Ike's lap. Startled, Ike blurted out, "Get off." Gripping Marth by the shoulders once again, he was about to force him off his lap until the prince protested, "Ah, ah~ No touching."

The mercenary grumbled slightly as he titled his head away, now annoyed by the male sitting atop his thighs. Marth giggled as he gently turned Ike's head to face him, his thumb slowly tracing Ike's lip down to his chin, and to his buttoned up collar.

"Whatever happens, don't touch..." The prince mumbled, his last word barely escaping his lips as he let out a heavy breath. His smooth, gloved hands slowly traveled to Ike's polo. Careful, yet so...eager, Marth began to unbutton Ike's first 3 buttons. The mercenary grunted, holding back from making contact with Marth at all.

With a smirk, the prince began biting his bottom lip, just as the sight of Ike's chest. He felt lust build up inside him as he gazed up at Ike with a strong, wanting look.

"Oh... I can't contain myself..." Marth gasped, his voice raising to a higher pitch. Without hesitation, he forcefully pressed his soft lips onto Ike's chapped ones. A wave of shock washed over Ike as he caught himself reaching for the prince's waist.

Rough and arousing, Marth felt his hips slightly rock as he licked Ike's bottom lip, begging for an entrance. To his surprise, he was granted permission. With a new territory to claim and explore, Marth's slick tongue took advantage. He felt around; smooth, coarse, rough. When he was satisfied, he pulled away, before being brought back by Ike.

"My turn." He muttered in a low, husky voice. Shoving his own tongue into Marth's mouth for revenge, the prince let out a soft moan. Although Ike's treatment was shorter, it had made Marth want more. His upper teeth dug deeper into his bottom lip.

Running his hands down Ike's chest, he hummed. "Mm... Forget the rules...." The man's voice sounded so pleased, yet unsatisfied. "I need to feel you, Ike... I want you..."

Now, excitingly turned on by the prince's request, Ike's lips curled into a smirk. Firmly placing his hands on Marth's waist, Ike leaned forward, his warm, heavy breath now caressing Marth's soft skin. With a quick huff, Ike began kissing the prince's bare neck. His lips pressed roughly onto Marth's skin, over and over.

Tossing his head back, Marth latched onto Ike's shoulders as he felt more pleasure. Drifting his eyes closed, Marth heard Ike mumble, "You love it, don't you?"

Dirty talk, huh? What a way to excite the already-aroused prince. He couldn't stop himself as he realized a certain feeling traveled from his stomach, down, in between his thighs.

With another sexy moan, Marth whined, "Y-Yes... More- I need more..."

Ike's hands found his way beneath the frilled skirt, wrapping around Marth's waist. As he began to rub and caress the prince's erection, his mouth had simultaneously bitten down on a softer part of Marth's neck.

"Ahh~ Ike..." The prince moaned once more, his gloved hands, grasping Ike's polo sleeves tighter. "Mm... Ngh- Hahh~"

Removing his head from Marth's neck, Ike made eye level with the aroused male, grinning so smugly at him. The prince bit down on his lip once more, letting out a muffled whimper. His eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head as he felt Ike's slow, sensual gestures, pleasing Marth even further. His palm groped at the thin fabric covering Marth's dick. The prince's moans got increasingly louder.

"Shh, Marth." Ike muttered under his breath, "My little princess is getting too carried away, isn't he?"

Marth let out a husky laugh. "P-Princess? You haven't used that in... mm... such a long time..."

The mercenary chuckled as he began pumping Marth's already throbbing erection. Loud, erotic noises spilled out of Marth's mouth as he wished to feel the bare warmth of Ike's hands, instead of a thin cloth separating them. "Even to this day, I know you love that name," Ike purred, a proud smirk plastered on his face.

"Y-Yes!" The prince exclaimed, his voice mixed with a high pitched gasp. "I love it... haahh... so much..." Marth's mind clouded and blurred as he barely held his train of thought together. Resting his elbows on Ike's shoulders, he scooted forward, his chest practically pressed onto Ike's face. His hands desperately grasped the mercenary's soft, navy locks of hair as Marth began rolling his hips against Ike's own. Truly the work of an experienced stripper.

With one hand on the prince's back and the other on his thigh, Ike let out a low groan as Marth slowed down on his "grinding." With a grin, Ike muttered, "You sure know what you're doing." Slowly sliding his hand down Marth's back, he sent a shiver down the prince's spine. "You haven't been practicing with other strangers, have you?"

The tone of his voice was firm, yet - to Marth's surprise - not angry. Holding the mercenary's face in his hands, Marth shook his head. "No, no of course not. I..." He ran his hands down to Ike's polo once more, fully unbuttoning it to reveal his bare chest. "I'm all yours. All of this is...for you..."

Ike smirked as he kissed Marth again. "Good. And I must admit, you're great at this."

Biting his lip as he pressed his hands against Ike's chest, Marth replied, "Only the best for you, dear. However," He paused in his tracks. "My shift is almost over... Hmph... we were just getting started." The prince pouted to himself.

Ike chuckled as he gently caressed the shorter male's soft hair. "Who said we have to stop? Why don't I take you home, hm? Roy will be busy for a while, that gives us some time to...well...you know."

With a smile, the prince pressed his lips onto Ike's once more. "I haven't shown you everything yet, darling~"