The Fatima Curse

“Let me explain what’s expected of you before you get out there,” Leon began, looking Shuuichi over with a critical eye. The boy was dressed in nothing but a warm chocolate wrap, satin and smooth, accentuating his dark eyes and adding emphasis to the focal point of his performance. That would come later however, first was addressing Shuuichi’s trembling body and frightened stance. He stood there with his arms over his groin, the wrap falling from his shoulder in a dark waterfall and hiding his most beautiful assets. “Relax, Shuuichi. If you go out there like that, you’re just gonna get booed offstage. Most of the men out there are drunken idiots; but the one’s who are paying close attention won’t like someone who’s too scared to blow them a kiss.”



“Fuck,” Shu groaned, “I can’t do this.”



“You can do this,” Leon assured gently, slipping close to take up Shu’s warm cheeks in his palms. Leon pressed his mouth to the timid boy’s tenderly, kissing him slowly and feeling Shu relax against him. There was a moment of squirming and fighting, brought on by Shu’s arrogant and rather wounded male ego; but this subsided after a moment, and Leon sighed inside of Shu as their kiss deepened and he felt his kiss returned. “There,” Leon whispered, breathing on Shu’s damp lips, smiling as his eyelids fluttered dreamily and his mouth stayed pursed for more attention. “You’re all relaxed now, uh? No reason to get all pent up. If you can have sex, or kiss me. . . You can go out there and dance for them.”



“I don’t usually fuck people in fronta crowds,” Shu returned.



“That’s something beautiful about you, you know,” Leon chuckled, “Your sense of humor. You put on a tough front, and I can admire that, but you’re just a scared kid deep at heart aren’t you, Shuuichi? You’re afraid to show that you’re a sexual animal.” Leon brushed his fingertips down the Asian’s lightly sculpted body, letting his touch ghost Shu’s rising erection. “But I think you’re a lot more than meets the eye,” Leon finished seductively.



“Nn. . .” For a moment, Shu was so lost in pleasure and want that he nearly pinned the man to the nearest wall and fucked the life out of him. But then he remembered what Allister had said the night before. . . That Uriel had left without so much as a word to anyone. And while the brazen and bullheaded man would have departed without much though spared to any of his housemates. . . He always would have sought Shu out and explained. But no, instead he had gone off on his own. Gone off to meet the man who stood before him now. Shuuichi didn’t know why that bothered him so deeply. . . But it did. And when he thought of Leon touching him. . . His skin crawled.



“Is Uri out there?,” Shu asked suddenly, “I bet he is. Sick little freak probably can’t wait to see me naked. He’s been wantin’ to for years, y’know.” Leon smiled and brushed back Shu’s hair from his brow. “I wouldn’t doubt that,” the slim blonde returned sweetly, “You’re a beautiful boy, Shuuichi.”



“Fuck, I ain’t no boy,” Shu argued, but he couldn’t help the little shiver that went through him as Leon played through his hair. “Now tell me if he’s there or not.”



Leon peeked through the curtain, scanning through the crowd. He spotted his dark lover near the front, drinking whiskey and looking bored and listless. He smiled, wanting to run to him and take him right where he sat. It was strange for him to fall so fast and so hard for someone; but Leon couldn’t say he didn’t enjoy the feeling. It was as though he were drifting through some wonderful dream, and even just the simplest brush of Uri’s rough fingers was enough to drive him insane. “He’s there,” Leon huskily whispered, “He looks so good.”



“Whatever,” Shu dismissed, “He’s gonna leave as soon as I hit the stage.”



Leon let his smile spread. “I’m not so sure about that,” he whispered.



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“Ladies and gentlemen. Please turn your attention to the central stage. Exhale is proud to present, the sensuous, the beautiful, the captivating. . . Shuuichi Endo!” Uriel snapped his gaze up, his boredom falling away as he heard his partner’s name come screeching from the loudspeaker. He smiled around the rim of his glass, barely able to contain his enjoyment. While he was a man of strong self control, he couldn’t help himself when he imagined Endo Shuuichi stripping off all of his clothes and dancing around on stage like some kind of awkward marionette. Poor Shu, Uri thought, He’s in way over his head this time. I hope Leon’s not too hard on him his first time out.



He watched as the curtains drew back - and laughed out loud as the music began. That cheesy music that preceded every scene in a terrible porn he had ever watched. He kept laughing and playing down the entire experience, until Shu made his way on the stage. And then, nothing seemed very funny anymore. His eyes crawled up from his partner’s naked calves, up the smooth and creamy flesh of his thighs, over his narrow hips, past his discreetly shielded groin. . . Uri raised his eyes higher and higher, over his flat belly and strong chest. . . And when he found Shu’s eyes - locked on him - he let out a dry, small breath that might have been a sigh, or something as torrid as a moan.



Shuuichi. . . He looks. . . Uri didn’t have a word in his vocabulary to describe how his partner looked up there, bathed in a rainbow of neon lights, his flesh glimmering with a light sheen of sweat, his hair tousled and brushing at the nape of his neck. Uri found that he was more entranced than he had been when Leon had taken the stage and sweet talked fifty dollars from him. Perhaps because he knew Shuuichi, perhaps because they were so close and he had never noticed just how beautiful he was. . . .



Shu turned slowly, forcing a gasp to steal Uri’s breath as his smooth, firm, naked backside was shown to all the hungry eyes in the room. Uri bit his bottom lip and squirmed in his chair, forcing his eyes away, but unable to keep them turned for long. He found the tattoo at the small of Shu’s back, that black and dying heart pierced with a dagger, and felt his heart turn cold even as his insides warmed. “I got this tattoo for you, Uri. . .” The assassin shook his head to clear it, not liking the emotions suddenly bombarding his mind and heart. This was so unlike him. . . It had to be the place he was in. He had lost his composure within these walls once and suffered for it, he couldn’t afford to do it again.



Shu slung a leg around the pole mounted in the center of the stage. He sailed around it effortlessly, his hair laying delicately around his features as he came to a stop. There was something in his eyes that Uri had never seen. Some kind of raw, animal power that made him hot down to his toes. There was so much freedom in that stare, something beyond what little Endo Shuuichi seemed capable of expressing. A fierce and formidable passion that could not be tamed. Much to Uri’s surprise - and the rest of the crowd’s apparently, given the hooting and applause - Shu ran his tongue up the pole with sensual slowness, his powerful eyes fluttering as though tasting the hot, wet skin of a lover.



Uri shuddered, his breathing coming fast and hard as though exerted. He licked his lips and watched as Shu turned on the pole again - and with an expert ease that made Uri nervous - turned his slim and agile body upside down, his thighs splayed and his adorable painted toes pointed. The crowd erupted in calls for more, some of the patrons referring to Shu with annoying little petnames that grated on Uri’s nerves.



The silken wrap fell away.



Uri felt his face flush as, for the first time, he saw his partner’s stiff cock. If it had been flaccid, Uri would not have felt the surge of heat and want that he did. He had taken enough showers with his partner to have seen and briefly admired his equipment. . . But the sight of Shu’s hard cock rubbing against his belly and that pole he has so easily mastered. . . It made Uri lose all sense of himself. So much so that when Shu righted his body and walked with almost elegant grace to the edge of the stage, Uri was there to intercept him.



“So, whatcha got for me?,” Shu asked deeply. And Uri’s first thought was, That’s not my friend’s voice. . . This isn’t Endo Shuuichi. . . Uri fumbled through his wallet, experiencing déjà vu as he pulled out a random bill and - with reluctance - began to slide it up Shu’s calf. Shu laughed and let his fingers play through Uri’s hair, winding around the chestnut strands. “Make sure it’s not a fifty, you sand sniffer,” Shu whispered below his breath, “I don’t mind takin’ your dough at poker games, but struttin’ around stage ain’t no work at all.”



Uri didn’t care if it were a twenty, a fifty, or even a hundred. For the beauty that looked down on him was worth every penny. He came to Shu’s inner thigh - and what passed between them in that moment was something that ultimately changed them forever. Shu’s eyes were hot and dark, questioning his friend as the paper climbed higher up his smooth flesh. And Uri’s own stare was just as electric and fiery, boldly swearing that he would not stop. That, despite his most valiant of wills, he could not stop.



Shu reached down and touched Uri’s cheek - and Uri felt as though his heart were hooked to a fishing line, being reeled in slowly but surely. He let the bill graze Shu’s swollen cock, and let his mouth gently touch the curve of his friend’s knee. Shu shivered and gently took the bill from Uri’s fingers, moving back across the stage to continue with his performance. Before long, the stage was filled with money - and Uri listened to the clamor of the crowd as they cheered their newest and most delectable dancer.



Uri joined them.



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“You did great, Shuuichi. Really. I’m impressed. Not many guys are so bold on their first night out to approach the crowd.” Shu collapsed into the nearest chair, his body feeling heavy and exhausted. He hadn’t known twirling around that little pole could be so trying, but he was feeling it now. But there was something else he was feeling, something that he couldn’t describe. Uri’s behavior had been unexpected. . . Shu had guessed that when he made his appearance, Uri would shuffle away to busy himself. Seeing his young partner naked the last thing on his mind. But instead, Uri had stayed, and more than that, he had been so eager to meet him. His icy blue eyes had been so alluring and wild. . . All over every inch of his body. . .



He had kissed him . . . Not on the mouth, sure, but he had kissed him. He had even touched his. . . Shu flushed and winced as his cock stood straight up and a fine membrane of pre-come slid down the pulsing, veined underside. He bit his bottom lip and draped a towel over his face, leaning back in the chair and trying to let go of his tension.



“Uriel seemed to enjoy your performance immensely,” Leon said, in a rather craft and secretive voice. “When a customer approaches a dancer so earnestly, it’s usually wise to go and offer them a little tour of the Champagne Room.” Leon walked over to Shu and dropped down between the teenager’s spread legs, looking around the backstage area momentarily to see if there were any spying eyes. “But. . . If you’re too pent up for that. . .” His tongue gingerly traced the tip of Shu’s erection, the boy shuddering and pulling the towel away to watch the blonde work on his cock. “. . .I could give you a hand, Shuuichi. . .”



“Mmnn. . . Sh-shit. . . What’re you. . . Umm. . .” He wanted to tell the man to take a hike, to make like a banana and split, but he no longer possessed the ability to speak. His most articulate communication was a slow moan and a gentle push of his hips. Leon accepted this silently, stroking at Shu’s erection as he sucked at the head and let his tongue pet and massage unseen. “H-hahh. . . Mmph. . . That feels good. Nn. . . Like that. Right there.” Shu whispered this roughly, one hand bunching in Leon’s loose golden hair, the other raking up his belly to pinch and massage his nipple. Leon swallowed more of Shu’s engorged length, his stunning jade eyes slipping closed as he moved down, his hand resting on Shu’s thigh as his other cupped and tickled at his balls.



“Sss. . . Mm! I’m coming. Ahh-hahh. . . .M-matte. . . Matte. . . Nnn!” Leon smiled around the Asian’s pulsing erection as thick jets of come splashed across his flicking tongue. Shu shivered beneath him, his cock trembling in his mouth as Leon pulled back and let his sticky fluid dribble out and slide down Shu’s relaxing cock. “You should go and talk to Uri,” Leon said nonchalantly, standing back up and wiping at his mouth. He acted as though giving someone a blow job backstage was normal behavior. “After you clean up,” he added, and without any more said, turned and left.



Shu sat there for some time, letting the aftershocks of his orgasm roll through him unhindered. The last thing he wanted to do was find Uri and speak of what had happened. He was too embarrassed with what he had done to confront his friend now. Shu groaned and brought the towel back over his face, trembling with fading arousal and shame.