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Title: The T.A.B.O.O. vs. Disco Star
Author: Fabi & Dani (
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br_arashi Thank you ♥Pairing: Sakuraiba (main), Ohmiya (mentioned)
Genre: Romance, Fluff and bit of Fantasy
Rating: PG-13 (This chapter)
Summary: 'What will happen when The T.A.B.O.O. meet the Disco Star? This is the history of the two most famous night clubs of the century.'
Disclaimer: I don't own them, sadly ;-;
Just a reminder, English is not our first language please be kind ♥
CHAPTER 2
DISCO STAR, 1978Masaki fixed the collar of the tight red shirt he was wearing and checked on his looks.
As it happened with the other five previous times he checked, he thought it wasn't good enough. This time the flaw was in the pants that weren't marking his butt as he would like. Not that he was an exhibitionist, but Aiba knew that this part of his anatomy called for attention when he was dancing and it would not hurt anyone to make it a little more attractive.
He went to nearest rack in order to choose a new model.
- Hey, Masaki. Why is it taking so long? We're ready for the opening, you’re the only one missing - Jun warned, entering the dressing room with a worried expression. – Is everything alright?
- Yes. I'm just finishing dressing up. I'll change my pants...
- Why? - The other inspect him from head to toe. - You are perfect!
- Do you think so?
- You are great! For sure, you will win more hearts tonight. Come on!
- Just a second - he asked, getting closer to the mirror one more time.
He fixed his bangs that were falling over his eyes and allowed himself one last view of his figure. Like the first time he checked, it was great. Aiba needed to admit he was just using his appearance as an excuse to spend more time in front of the mirror. For over a week, he hoped he would see the handsome man who appeared on the other side again.
At that time, he had no reaction under that unbelievable situation. He believed the apparition to be due to the drinks he had that night.
However, those pair of eyes that watched him with curiosity were too significant to be just an illusion.
The man was real, he was sure.
And he was handsome!
And sexy…
Masaki wanted to touch that bare chest, to run his fingers through that firm porcelain white skin.
Instead, his fingers just touched the cold and solid mirror, trembling slightly when in synchrony the other did the same.
In his imagination, he could feel the stranger's skin texture and the slight trembling of excitement where the palms met. He wished he could intertwine his fingers to the stranger's, in order to make a more intimate contact.
Masaki closed his eyes for a few seconds, lost in his thought, trying to understand that moment and the inexplicable feeling that had taken over him.
An error which he regretted bitterly.
As soon as he reopened them, as suddenly as the image appeared, it was gone.
After that, there was not a day that Masaki wouldn’t want to see him again. He spent all his free time in the dressing room, watching the mirror, looking for a hint of the mysterious man. A glimpse at least, even if it lasted only for a few seconds.
Nevertheless... he never showed up again, making him doubt of his reality.
When Jun called him again, he still had his eyes locked in the mirror, but since the only image he saw was his own reflection, the dancer sighed, disappointed, and followed his friend towards the dance floor.
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Masaki accepted the soda offered by the woman he had been dancing with. He smiled gratefully before allowing the first refreshing sip to go down on his throat.
She thanked him once again for the opportunity to have him as a partner for a dance and left the bar, returning to the lively dance floor.
Aiba watched her joining a group and gesturing satisfied as if she was telling them how amazing it was to dance with him.
He surely would forget her face in the following day, but he knew she would keep the moment in her memory for some time. He smiled, satisfied. Not because he was flattered with the situation, but it was good to know he could, somehow, make people a little happier.
He turned his eyes to the crowd on the dance floor. That night, as every Saturday, Disco Star was even more frantic than other nights of the week. There were many faces around he recognized, but also many people that were probably visiting the club for the first time.
He finished the rest of his drink and was ready to return to work when his eyes noticed someone he had not seen for some time entering in the club holding hands with a beautiful and lively young woman.
The dancer felt his legs shaking and a sharp pang in his chest. It had been over a year, but... he couldn't be indifferent.
He turned his back on them, running to the dressing room.
- Where are you going?
- Jun, please...
- I will not let you go away, Masaki - his friend declared, holding his shoulders. - I thought I would arrive in time to warn you before you see him... I'm sorry.
- Jun, let me go...
- Not this time. You need to face the situation or will never be able to move on.
- I can't... He's with his wife...
- Even better.
- Jun...
- Please, trust me - Matsumoto wiped his friend's tears with his thumbs before pulling him into a hug. - It'll be fine, I promise.
There was something in his friend's tone that prevented Masaki from ignoring it.
- I don't know what to do...
Jun smiled.
- You do know. Show your ex-boyfriend what he lost.
Masaki faced him, getting exactly what he meant.
- Thank you! - he kissed his friend's cheek before running to the mixing table.
Aiba whispered something in the DJ's ear and returned to the dance floor, positioning himself right in the middle. When the spotlight was over him, the crowd around him moved away, knowing quite well the code for the solo performances of the club’s dancers.
He opened the first buttons of his shirt and lifted his head seconds before the music started. His eyes were no longer wet with resentful tears. Its sparkle was now predatory, targeting his hunt on the savannah.
Try asking those somewhat stylish guys
Everybody knows who I am
Okay, it's decided
I'll teach you a real special groove
This town is mine
Make way for me!
I'm here Mr. Funk
The hotter, the better
Let's play Come here, party people
You know who's No. 1, right?
I'm hotter than anyone else
Come here, party people
The way I carry myself is almost like dynamite
If I get any more excited
I might just explode into the night
What do you think?
Mr. Funk is pretty awesome, right?
I'll throw kisses everywhere Come here, party people
Come into my world
The street is our dance floor With my brothers here
We'll jump on a wave of soul music
And go wild to a funky 16 beat
Drunk on a harmony that makes our hearts pound
That rumor you heard about a Star?
Well, I won't be beaten by him so easily!
This is Mr. Funk
You'll cry in admiration
Let's have a great time
Keep it cool, party people
As expected of a Superstar
But that's not it, is it?
I'm hotter than anyone else
Keep it cool, party people
Everybody knows who I am
Okay, it's decided
I'll teach you a real special groove
This town is mine
Make way for me!
I'm here Mr. Funk
The hotter, the better
Let's play Come here, party people
You know who's No. 1, right?
I'm hotter than anyone else
Come here, party people
The way I carry myself is almost like dynamite
If I get any more excited
I might just explode into the night
What do you think?
Mr. Funk is pretty awesome, right?
I'll throw kisses everywhere Come here, party people
Come into my world
The street is our dance floor With my brothers here
We'll jump on a wave of soul music
And go wild to a funky 16 beat
Drunk on a harmony that makes our hearts pound
That rumor you heard about a Star?
Well, I won't be beaten by him so easily!
This is Mr. Funk
You'll cry in admiration
Let's have a great time
Keep it cool, party people
As expected of a Superstar
But that's not it, is it?
I'm hotter than anyone else
Keep it cool, party people
Not only his look, but every move of his body had the clear intention to seduce and Masaki was more aware than ever of his sex appeal.
It wasn't a planned act at that moment, but his eyes met those of Hideo. His hands were circling his young wife’s waist, but Hideo's attention was entirely devoted to the dancer.
This funky tune'll make you dance
I'll shine brighter than a mirror ball!
Sure enough, going full throttle
Infinity All in all
Don't make a mistake when you yell it out All right!
How about I blend some Hip hop and Rock 'n' roll ?
I won't be tied down to boring genres
See, if you're an adult, you get it right?
Come on!
Don't stop Let's forget everything and dance to this beat
We'll go non-stop Once you grab it, don't let go Come on!
That's right! Believe me We can go anywhere
Something danceable would be best, right?
Don't stop the loop of these sounds That's right!
This town is mine
Make way for me!
Even if we wake up
Let's dream another dream, as many times as we want
It's already pretty much unforgettable
Look only at me Let's go, party people!
I'll shine brighter than a mirror ball!
Sure enough, going full throttle
Infinity All in all
Don't make a mistake when you yell it out All right!
How about I blend some Hip hop and Rock 'n' roll ?
I won't be tied down to boring genres
See, if you're an adult, you get it right?
Come on!
Don't stop Let's forget everything and dance to this beat
We'll go non-stop Once you grab it, don't let go Come on!
That's right! Believe me We can go anywhere
Something danceable would be best, right?
Don't stop the loop of these sounds That's right!
This town is mine
Make way for me!
Even if we wake up
Let's dream another dream, as many times as we want
It's already pretty much unforgettable
Look only at me Let's go, party people!
Masaki gave a sexy half smile, facing his former boyfriend in a provocative and openly way, his hips moving lascivious to the music rhythm.
The dancer moved his look from Hideo to his wife, seeing her shaking her body, hallucinated with the frenetic pace of the hall. It was the first time he saw her. She was beautiful, happy and had an innocent look. Masaki wondered what she would do if he told her how many times his husband had shared his bed, losing himself in his body and exchanging promises and vows of eternal love with him.
He almost felt sorry. Like him, she was also a victim of his so-called morality, trapped in a marriage of convenience with a husband whose eyes lusted over men.
Like Hideo was doing right at that moment.
Masaki faced him again, trapping him further in his seduction game.
I'm here Mr. Funk
The hotter, the better
Let's play
Come here, party people
You know who's No. 1, right?
I'm hotter than anyone else
Come here, party people
The way I carry myself is almost like dynamite
If I get any more excited
I might just explode into the night
The hotter, the better
Let's play
Come here, party people
You know who's No. 1, right?
I'm hotter than anyone else
Come here, party people
The way I carry myself is almost like dynamite
If I get any more excited
I might just explode into the night
He twitched his mouth in a sensual pout and closed his eyes, raising his arms above his head. With the movement, he felt his printed shirt going up, revealing his toned waist and sensual navel. As a result, his pelvis was exposed; it was almost an invitation to sex.
When he opened his eyes, he directed them back to Hideo, staring at him in a seductive way. There was surprise in the expression of his former boyfriend, a trace of unhappiness as well. But above all, there was desire.
The same look he gave him when they were making love.
Masaki smiled.
Hideo had fallen into his trap.
All he need to do now was waiting for Hideo to search for him again.
What do you think?
Mr. Funk is pretty awesome, right?
I'll throw kisses everywhere
Come here, party people
Come into my world...
Mr. Funk is pretty awesome, right?
I'll throw kisses everywhere
Come here, party people
Come into my world...
***************************************
T.A.B.O.O, 2015
Sho gave a seductive smirk before, in one swift move, getting rid of his pants.
He threw it in a corner of the stage and turned in a sensual way around the pole dance, strategically stopping with his back to the audience. Leaning in the pole dance, he moved his hips slowly and libidinously in the rythm of the music, showing his almost naked body. His tiny black leather briefs were showing completely his defined thighs and marked his large butt, making him even more desirable.
He didn't need to watch to know that most of the customers there were licking their lips excited, hungering for his perfect body.
He enjoyed that feeling.
He left the stage and walked among the tables, stopping occasionally for a quick performance, which was rewarded with high value notes on his shorts or in his boots. Never before he would have wandering hands caressing strategic parts of his body. The good thing about working in an elite club was that customers - mostly made up of businessmen – not only were keen to giving very high tips, but also were very reliable regarding the main rule of the club that stated that it was "expressly forbidden to touch the dancers’ penis".
Any other part was allowed if there was no violence in the act.
When he finished giving his attention to the most daring customers, Sho went to the VIP area, whose members paid to have the company of the strippers for the time they stayed in the club.
Sakurai was quite requested to the point that J-san had to create a reserve list to schedule this special service.
- You were amazing as always, Sho-kun - his customer of the night said, offering him a glass of champagne, while he scanned Sakurai's body in a lascivious way without making any mention of hiding the fact.
He let the man admire him before sitting beside him and taking his glass for a polite toast. Then, he savored the drink carefully. The bottle on the table was more expensive than a week’s salary of many of the people he knew.
- Thank you, Sato-san, and you are still as generous as ever.
The man smiled.
- For the number one, just the best, right?
Sho smiled too, abusing of his seductive expression.
- So I'll finally know about your adventure in South America?
Sato sighed and started taling about the trip. It was not much different from his routine in Tokyo, stuck in an office where nothing happened, but problems to solve and business to settle. Sho, nonetheless, pretended to be interested until he finished telling everything.
During their talk, they watched other perfomances, including Satoshi's one. He was incredibly sexy that night and Sho knew very well the reason why. A few tables ahead, Ninomiya-san was watching the show, clearly delighted.
Sho studied him carefully. Of course he had already paid a closer attention on him, since Ninomiya was much younger and more handsome than any of their customers. He even tried to get his attention as soon he started attending the club, thinking how would be nice to have his company inside and outside the premises of T.A.B.O.O.
But when he noticed his friend’s interest in the young executive, he gave up. He would never fight with his best friend over someone.
Eyes to eyes
Face to face
Me & you This love is so taboo, our secret
Message in the cell phone
Following those dear words
Call from you
Your voice whispers, "I'm missin' you"
I can't stop this feeling
Right now, I'm going to you
Satoshi was undoubtedly the best dancer of T.A.B.O.O. It was impossible to remain immune to his movements, especially the erotic ones. They were almost tantalizing, as his sexy body revealed little by little each time he took off a piece of clothing.Face to face
Me & you This love is so taboo, our secret
Message in the cell phone
Following those dear words
Call from you
Your voice whispers, "I'm missin' you"
I can't stop this feeling
Right now, I'm going to you
This moment Your eyes
We're connected, aren't we? Face to face
Nothing to say, but I know
I feel alright now
Forever I wish to be with you
Next to me
We're connected, aren't we? Face to face
Nothing to say, but I know
I feel alright now
Forever I wish to be with you
Next to me
Sho observed the look of his friend to Ninomiya at that point in the song. It was obvious Satoshi was performing exclusively for him.
Like the other customers, the young executive bit his lips excited when Satoshi folded his hands above his head, doing hip shakes in a sensual rhythm. Unlike the others, however, his eyes had not only desire, but also affection and devotion.
This moment Your eyes
We're connected, aren't we? Face to face
Nothing to say, but I know
I feel alright now
Forever I wish to be with you
Next to you
We're connected, aren't we? Face to face
Nothing to say, but I know
I feel alright now
Forever I wish to be with you
Next to you
When his friend took off the last piece of clothing allowed, keeping only the minimum standard briefs, Ninomiya shut his eyes and tightened his hand in fists against his own thighs. Sho wondered what was the meaning behind that action. It seemed to be very jealous to see the stripper showing off like that in public.
He just seemed to relax when the performance ended.
Sho watched his friend get off the stage and walk down the aisle tables, getting the attention of customers around. Strangely, however, Ninomiya made no attempt to take part on the tradition, looking away when Satoshi passed by him to meet with his company of the night.
Sho noticed the look of disappointment that took over his friend. Even the smile he gave to Tomoya-san, once he sat by his side, had an air of sadness that he couldn't hide.
- Would you like some more champagne, Sho?
He turned his attention to his companion and smiled gratefully handing him the glass. Although he was worried about Satoshi, he needed to do his job. He would talk to his friend later.
With fake intimacy, he placed his hand on the executive’s thigh and engaged in a conversation about cars, one of the man’s hobbies.
- Our time is over, Sato-san - he announced two hours later. - Will you come back tomorrow?
The executive sighed, barely hiding his disappointment. But those were the rules and he couldn't do anything about it.
- I can't. I have a business dinner. But ... we can meet this week in our special place? - he whispered in the stripper's ear - I miss you, Sho-kun.
Sho looked at the hopeful eyes. At 56, Takashi Sato was a handsome man. He was elegant, well educated, had a nice manly smell and was a perfect lover in bed.
If he had made the same request two weeks ago, he would have accepted without hesitation.
However...
He wasn't in the mood for casual sex right then.
- Call me when you have a date - he replied, however, without the courage to refuse.
He kissed the customer's face and walked to the dressing room.
On his way, for some reason, he thought about the ghost in the mirror and his behaviour since he showed up two weeks ago. As a habit, he started to face the gigantic mirror in search of a sign. However, to his frustration these days, the only image he saw was his own.
He sighed in disappointment.
Since that day, he couldn’t take the mysterious man’s image out of his head. It wasn’t rare that his image would appear on his head in the most unexpected moments of his days, invading his thoughts and covering his body with unexplained shivers.
Who was he? And how had he appeared in the other side of the mirror?
Had that moment been real, at least?
Yes, he was sure of that. It hasn’t been an illusion… not those sad eyes, that uncertain expression...
He seemed real.
He wanted to see him again so badly...
“Where is he?” — he thought, starting to doubt his own sanity.
He sighed, exhausted, decided to forget all that. He had real problems to solve, more important things to think than a stranger he saw for just a few seconds and that he didn’t even know if was even real.
Amont these important things it was Satoshi and his hurt look after being ignored by Ninomiya. He entered the dressing room decided to change his clothes and then invite his friend to a beer at home.
However, he wasn’t able to take even a single step, paralyzed for a shiver of exhilaration and anxiety.
Right in front of the mirror, blinking in confusion, it was the mysterious man, even prettier than he remembered him.
— Where am I? And... who are you? — he asked in a raspy voice and with a scared expression.
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