Chapter 5

            Alfred flung of the last piece of his clothing, dancing stark naked on stage for the last 30 seconds, getting a wild roar of approval from the crowd.

            His song ended, and he ran to the stage exit, and Gilbert stepped ready to go on.

            Francis thundered into a microphone “A demon man from the land of Prussia, he’s got red eyes that are like staring into the pits of hell! He’s got moves that are simply inhuman, this badass street boy may be the devil himself, I give you the Black Eagle!”

            Eduard flipped ‘When your Evil ’on as Gilbert leapt onto the stage, his dance for this song fast and filled up complex movements.

            He danced to the front center of the stage, moving his feet, swinging his hips around and running his hands over his body.

            He lowered his eye lids to pull off a smoldering look, a light smirk dancing on his lips.

            He ran his hands from his hips to his chest, shedding the jacket.

            He spun it around the air with his hand before tossing it to the side.

            He followed the well practiced moves, perfectly executing them, all pain from earlier gone as adrenaline took over, coursing through him.

            The lights danced, the music thumped and the whole room followed his every movement.

            He spun on his toes, gripping with both hands the front of the shirt, then tearing it off and casting it into the left side of the crowd.

            He jumped from the stage to the run way, using the momentum to slide on his knees towards the end of the runway.

            He stopped sliding, lying propped up on his elbows, his chin resting on his hands. He flashed a grin and looked at the ladies in the front, then let his eyes rake the room.

            He caught those intense green eyes once more in the back of the room, the man leaning back in the chair, a glass of rum once more in his hand.

            He tore his eyes away, following his next moves.

            He pushed against the stage with his legs and hips, then snapping into a push up position. Then he put his left arm behind his back, using only his right to keep him up in position.

            His muscles tensed at this movement, popping and making him look more defined to the ladies who were close by, screams of approval met his ears.

            He then went down, a movement like doing a push up, then he launched himself up, then violent twisting his torso, rolling from tips of toes, to side of one foot to his heels. He lay on his back on the stage.

            Putting his left hand on his hip and his right by his ear, he struck a pose, the front few tables becoming vacant as the girls shoved money at him, on the stage and into his pants. He threw himself into a sitting position, then to his feet without a pause and they moved back to their tables.

            His back was to the crowd, he spun around, running his hands along his chest and down to his pants.

            He tore the chain off the pants, throwing it in the air then catching it with his teeth. A roar of approval followed, he flashed a sexy stare.

            He tore the pants off with his hands then, jumping up and kicking the shoes off with ease.

            He danced, hands all over his body, while humping the air, as he rolled his torso and shoulders, his head lolling back.

            The song was coming to an end, so Gil did his final move, he ran his hands down his body, to his hips, then acted like he was going to tear off the only clothing he had on, but he didn’t, just pulled at it the slightest bit.

            Cheers and yells from the crowd brought a hint of a smile to his face and he ran off the money covered stage.

            Gilbert exited the stage, joining the men in the back room.

            Francis stepped onto the stage and began to talk up the crowd.

            Gilbert ran to his changing area to get on his next acts’ clothing. He found what he first thought was another waiter uniform until Feliks flounced over, wearing a maid outfit.

            “Mein…Gott…” Gilbert muttered eyes wide in shock

            Feliks on the other hand looked unfazed and overall rather delighted with his costume for this act.

            Gil dressed quickly into his butler uniform and grabbed his prop, a butler’s towel and plate. He and Feliks rushed over to the stage entrance, Gilbert wiping the sweat his brow and arranged his hair.

            Francis saw the movement of the two Eagles’ from the corner of his eye and spoke to the wild audience

            “The crazed and wild spirit from Poland, now tamed just enough to be an employed. The unbreakable and fearless man from Prussia forced to work, just what do these two house servants do in their spare time? Here is the Black and White Eagle!”

            Francis leapt from the stage to stand by Eduard who put on a club mix. Feliks and Gilbert took their spots on the stage.

            Gilbert stood still, his face showing no emotion, his right hand holding the butler plate, the towel thrown over his forearm while his left was at his side.

            Feliks advanced on him, circling around the unmoving Gilbert, brushing against him and touching him.

            The mix was at a quieter part, but then it snapped into a louder song, Eduard flashed the lights, and Feliks knocked the plate from Gilbert’s hand, the violently jerked on the tie around his neck.

            Gilbert dropped to his knees and Feliks stepped closer

            The crowd was viewing the actions of the two from the side; Gilbert ran his hands under Feliks’ maid dress along his bare legs.

            Feliks gripped the albino’s face with one hand, swaying a bit. He pulled Gilbert up, the two danced close, Feliks grinding against Gilbert as Gil followed the dance.

            He put his hands on Feliks shoulder, gripping the dress, then he spun over to the left, lifting his arms and twisting tearing off the dress.

            Feliks danced now only in his red and white backless underwear.

            Feliks aggressively danced, smashing his hips to Gil’s causing Gilbert to have to retreat to the runway where Feliks almost hungrily tore off his vest, holding Gilbert’s face close to his own by Gil’s tie.

            Gilbert ran his hands over his partner’s chest while grinding against the man.

            Feliks followed the choreography, humping at Gilbert, then tearing off the albino’s tie and shirt.

            Gilbert grabbed Felik’s bare shoulder and Feliks spun around. Gilbert leaned over, shoulders hitting the runway. He dropped down onto the stage entirely.

            Feliks put a foot on his chest but not pressing down.

            Gilbert moved so only his hips were off the ground. He threw a seductive look into the crowd, a hand sliding down to his groin.

            Feliks dropped down on the ground as well, burying his face into Gil’s stomach, his hands on Gil’s chest. His hands roamed down the man’s pale skin, tearing off his pants.

            Gilbert drove his hips up into Felik’s chest and neck.

            Feliks sat on Gil, straddling him and started grinding. The stage got a money shower.

            For whatever reason, the males being so intimate always got the crowd going.

            The mix was at an end, Feliks jumped off Gilbert and ran off stage, and Gilbert sat up, acting and putting a confused look on his face, before getting up and running after him into the back.

            Gilbert rounded the corner just in time to see Feliks yank open the supply closet door to fetch Antonio.

            The very naked Spaniard was blushing heavily as he covered himself and all but leapt into his pirate costume, Romano nowhere to be seen for the moment but infuriated screams from the closet let his presence be known.

            Feliks happily skipped away to get on his next outfit.

            Gilbert looked closer at the attire.  His hat was blue with white trim; he had on a blue coat with a red trim, a frilled white shirt under it, and then blue pants. He also had an eye patch.

            Antonio had an eye patch as well, his costume base red. Feliks green, Mathias black and Alfred brown.

            The men walked onto the stage that had a lowered curtain.

            Francis stood on the run way “Ladies ready to get up close and personal with these poor boys? I give you the final act of the night, the Poor Boys!”

            Eduard turned on ‘Wolves of the Sea’ and raised up the curtain

            Gilbert stood front and center, Mathias and Antonio on his right, Alfred and Feliks on his left.

            The music started and curtain raised and fixing a cold and uncaring expression on his face.

            Dancing down to the edge of the stage the five men jumped down, going into the audience.

            Gilbert went to one of the tables near the front middle, smirking and dancing in front of the three girls.

            He shed off the long pirate coat, shaking and swaying, moving close onto one of the girls. She blushed and giggled.

            He slid off to another table in the middle of the room, where he straddled the girl there, and did a wave with his torso, tearing off the ruffled shirt.

            She screamed and shoved money into the waistband on his pants.

            He got up and slunk over to the right, now near the back.

            A strong arm wrapped around his waist jerking him over to a different table, he spun around, seeing the green eyes man settling into a chair, rum on the table and a very intense look gleaming in his eyes.

            Gilbert looked at him awkwardly. Sure he and Feliks did a pretty crazy strip act together but it was simply an act.

            He was unsure about dancing for this male, who clearly wasn’t here to pick up the girls that left, but there to watch the show.

            “Come on Mr. Pirate, wolf of the sea, rob me blind, I don’t mind.” he said, using words of the song and smirking. He swigged from his glass and nodded to the albino

            Gilbert had to be professional with this, he acted as he had before, running his hands on his bare chest as the man watched, he did as he would with anyone else, sitting on him and grinding, then backing off and tearing off the pants.

            The song was ending and Gil turned to get back to the stage, but the man caught him, resting his chin on the albino’s shoulder, and sliding a bill into the front of the stripper’s underwear, his fingers grazing Gil’s lower areas before receding.

            Gilbert got over the fact he was just felt by a strange man- it was after all normal for with his job to be touched. He walked towards then leapt onto the stage, Antonio on his left and Alfred his right.

            The five men bowed and ran into the back.

            Francis took the stage one last time for the night “Thank you for coming out tonight and I hope you enjoyed the Poor Boys!”

            Gilbert went by his changing area, dressing and pulling the bill from his pants, gasping when seeing it was a $100.

            Feliks walked over, fully dressed.

            “Did you like totally pick pocket someone?” he asked laughing

            Mathias walked over too “Geez Gil you sure pleasured someone” he said brightly, messing up the albino’s platinum hair

            Gilbert just laughed and snatched his money back.

            Francis emerged into the back room, smiling brightly

            “Now that’s how to put on a show! Remember we practice tomorrow at six, and then out to the bars! Gil please try to be on time mon ami!” Francis said while handing out the envelopes with their tips and pay.

            Gilbert nodded, and smiled.

             Antonio took his envelope and dashed out the door without saying goodbye or goodnight.

            “Where’s he off to?” Francis asked

            “Well I like totally interrupted him and Romano so I’d say he’s like finishing up some business” Feliks said

            Francis grinned very pevertedly.

            Gilbert smirked “No Francis they weren’t out here, they were in the closet. No camera in there!”

            Mathias chortled before heading out the back, followed by Alfred

            Francis smiled and beckoned for the door

            “Go on, get outta here Gil. I got to lock up.”

            “What got a hot date?” Gilbert asked

            Francis smiled knowingly, which was rather creepy.

            Gilbert smiled and left, closing the door behind him. He got into his car, relaxing and turning the key in the ignition.

            He pulled out, and drove towards his home, as he did not have work at the bar tonight because the owner wanted his son to work it for the night.

            He smiled at the thought of going home, for he was thoroughly exhausted.

            A great sadness gripped him and he felt like his heart was breaking as Eliza flooded back into his mind.

            But he had no clue just how heartbroken he would really become that night.