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12 August 2011 @ 03:17 pm
Stay - Part 2/5 - [[USUK]]  
 Title: Stay - Part 2/5 - [[USUK]]
Author/Artist: colonel_alqui
Character(s) or Pairing(s): America, England, America/England.
Rating: R
Warnings: Language and sexual situations.
Summary: In desperate need to keep his apartment with Arthur and to sort out his feelings for him, Alfred takes up a job at a strip joint. He only prays that it won't affect his emotions or his sanity...


“Alfred, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to and--” Arthur was cut off from his apology by a returned, slightly-sloppier kiss from Alfred. His eyes went wide with shock and he drew a breath when the contact was ended, questioning him, “Why did you do that? Well, I suppose you could ask the same of me, but… Why?”

Alfred was so ecstatic from what had just happened, he barely heard the question, much less was able to think up a proper answer. Oh, God, what in the world was he going to do, to say? All he managed was a blink and a dry squeak from the back of his throat, his mind demanding to know if this was a dream or not. What with the way his lips were tingling from the kisses and how Arthur stood there before him, bearing that adorable look of bewilderment, he wouldn’t be surprised if he was still asleep and only imagining such fantastic possibilities.

Yet, upon reaching forward to cup Arthur’s cheek, he found nothing but tangible skin and flesh. Warm skin and flesh heated by a blush. He smiled.

“I… don’t know. I mean, I do know, I was just so happy that you kissed me first and…” Alfred paused, biting down on his lower lip and pausing for a moment of thought. It was a rare feat for him, attempting to think when he was nervous, as he usually allowed himself to babble away - indeed, he was quite nervous, made even more so with the distance between them still minimal and Arthur displaying no signs of backing off anytime soon. The shorter boy only looked eager. He swallowed a bit and shook his head, deciding that this was the critical part of his perfect arrangement that he had been waiting for, “I like you, Arthur, really, I like you in a way that’s more than friendly. Ever since you told me that you were, uhm, into guys back in the tenth grade, I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell myself that… And how to tell you that.”

His words made him feel childish, now bearing a blush of his own, although he went on with his explanation, “With us living together, the timing for this seems pretty damn great, huh? Not that I’m one to talk, you started this, you kissed me… Does that mean you like me, too?”

Arthur laughed, an anxious, excited laugh, and told him, “Of course that’s what it means, don’t be silly… And stop staring at me like that, I promise that I’m telling the truth here. I like you, too, Alfred, I honestly do…”


Over the next two days or so, things were a bit odd between them, which was certainly understandable. Going from best friends to boyfriends was a major transition, a sometimes awkward, sometimes passionate transition.

This new relationship skipped past the usual business of becoming better acquainted with one another - they had known each other for over seven years, what in the world else was there to find out? - and left them fumbling on what to do next. The kissing was a small, obvious step, they easily worked it into their everyday lives, sharing random pecks over lunch or giving an appreciative smooch for miscellaneous acts such as helping with chores or mumbling compliments that were attempts at being romantic. The kissing was simple enough, that was true, it was the deeper pieces of a physical intimacies that were a challenge for them. And the hand-holding. Fuck, the hand-holding was complicated, especially for Alfred.

“You don’t have to be so embarrassed, you know,” Arthur told him during dinner on Saturday evening, his right hand having shifted under the table to seek out Alfred’s. He raised one thick eyebrow when there was no immediate response, the fork in his other hand gathering more macaroni from his plate and bringing it up to his mouth for a bite. He chewed and swallowed before continuing, “Are you embarrassed of me, even though we’re alone? Is that why your hand is always sweaty?”

He sent the boy beside him a gentle glare, and it was met with a blush. An extremely frustrated-looking blush.

“I’m not exactly used to holding hands. It’s weird for me, I mean, it’s nice, but it still feels kinda funny,” Alfred explained, laying his fork on the edge of his plate and moving his now-free hand to rub the back of his head.

“What about those girls you dated in high school? Didn’t you ever hold their hands?” Arthur asked, genuinely curious at this point. In no way was he poking fun at him, he merely wished to comprehend how someone such as Alfred, generally calm and able to come off as suave, could be ruffled by hand-holding. Since he obviously wasn’t an innocent, virgin of a schoolgirl, why was he acting like one? He stared and awaited a response.

Alfred sighed, shaking his head, “You know that I didn’t ‘date’ those girls. They were just random flings - there wasn’t much beyond the sex, we hardly even talked… Not that I minded. Things just, uhm, weren’t very touchy-feely. Not that I mind things being touchy-feely, either!”
He shook his head again, this time for his own foolishness, and glanced away. It wasn’t until he felt a light tug on his hand and soft lips on his cheek that he returned his gaze.

“… And I’m not exactly used to, well, you. Being like this, I mean,” Alfred said with a small, happy shrug. Indeed, after such a time of being a typical set of male best friends, it was quite the difference to be behaving as a couple. He turned his head, causing Arthur’s lips to meld with his mouth rather than his cheek, light smacking sounds filling the air of their apartment . When he pulled away less than a minute later, mostly due to his silly embarrassment - hey, that bit of tongue from the British boy had caught him off guard! - and the lack of time to carry this kissing session any further, he sighed, “But I’ll definitely try my best to get used to it. It’s too nice to pass up.”

That last comment produce a grin and a playful punch to the shoulder from Arthur, who was quick to tell him, “All right, you pervert, enough of that. You have your first shift at the coffee shop half an hour, so you better stop pestering me and hustle up.”

He stuck out his tongue in a mocking fashion and then laughed, oblivious to the enormous inner cringe that Alfred was currently experiencing. Right, it was time for his first shift at the ‘coffee shop’. Fuck.

“Yeah, I better get ready,” Alfred agreed, forcing his tone of voice to remain neutral and not miserable or fearful. He shot his flat mate - his boyfriend, wasn’t he? - a quick smile while he stood from the table. “I have no idea how long they’re going to keep me, so don’t wait up if it gets late. You need sleep, and I’m not worth losing it.”

Arthur merely chuckled, waving Alfred away while telling him to get going. He cleared their plates from the table and watched with a smile as the taller blonde hurried to the bathroom, brushing his teeth and combing his hair so that he looked fresh for his first day on the job. When asked if he was going to change into something nicer than a plain t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of worn Converse, he shook his head, saying that it didn’t really matter what he wore, as he would be forced into a green apron and visor of the coffee shop’s uniform when he arrived there. No big deal…

… In truth, it was an extremely big deal, an enormous one, in fact! He was clueless on what he would be made to wear tonight at the joint, or if he was even going to be wearing anything at all. The very thought frightened him out of his wits. However. Knowing that when he came home Arthur would be waiting for him, waiting to give him hugs and kisses and who knows what other good things, made the job worth the trouble. It was worth the pain and humiliation he was bound to endure.

Indeed, as he arrived and became settled at the strip joint a little more than a half hour later, there was pain and humiliation. And much more than he had originally anticipated.

Upon poking his head through the main door of the joint and showing his I.D. to the bouncer standing inside the parlor, he asked if he could see Sir. The bouncer laughed, called him ‘fresh meat’, and pointed him to the very back of the joint. The door was supposedly labeled with an Employees Only sign.

On his way there, he was able to view the joint in full swing, most of the sights stirring a blush on his face - there were women in skimpy outfits behind the bar serving drinks to sleazy customers, more women, alongside a few men, dancing to the beat of some fast-paced techno song at the nearby poles and tables, a rainbow of flashing strobe lights pouring down from the ceiling, overstuffed leather armchairs and doors that led to who knows where…!

However, fortunately for him, he knew exactly where he was going. Straight to the very back, where his fate awaited him.

“Ah, Alfred, we were just talkin’ about ya,” was the first thing Sir said to him after he knocked hesitantly and let himself into the room. The smoky, dimly-lit room. It was slightly crowded, too, the gruff man surrounded by two women in lingerie and with a large set of various screens in front of him, surveillance screens that displayed all areas of the club for him to keep a close eye on. Everything was rather intimidating. He gestured for him to come closer, sitting up from the chair he had been planted in and saying, “Okay, listen up, I’m gonna to lay down the only rule for me while ya work here, and then I’ll have one of the boys explain the rest of the club to ya.”

It was in this moment that he lifted up the bottom hem of his suit jacket and revealed a concealed weapon. An automatic pistol, to be exact, that was strapped to his side and easily accessible to his chubby hands. He pulled it from its holster, and watched, grinning, as Alfred involuntarily backed against the door in fear.

“Now, listen here…” Sir said, his voice stern and dripping with power. There was a silence that followed the start of his sentence, interrupted by the click of the bullet falling into the gun’s chamber as he pointed it at the trembling boy. “The only rule for me while ya work is that ya never, ever piss me off. Ya dance, strip, and fuck when I tell ya, and I’ll be happy. And when I’m happy, ya ain’t filled with lead… Got it?”

“Y-Yes, Sir,” Alfred replied shakily, unable to say anything beyond that in his current state of shock. He continued to press himself against the door, fearing that his brain may be splattered onto it at any second, his body tossed into a dumpster, and the fact that he had even entered the joint tonight forgotten. He wouldn’t be surprised if such things happened, especially with Sir’s cold stare locked with his own. But, thankfully, that cold stare soon melted and was replaced by a confident gleam, which still terrified Alfred nonetheless. The gun was tucked away into the holster once again after the bullet in the chamber was popped and reset, the women in the room not having spoken a word throughout the entire ordeal. It seemed that they were, unfortunately, accustomed to such hostilities.

“All right then, get out, I’m done with ya. Go grab the nearest male server and tell him that it’s ‘Sir’s orders for ya to be trained’,” the man said in a manner that was much too nonchalant. He rudely snapped at him to hurry along.

Obeying and fumbling with the handle of the door behind him, Alfred hopped out of the room and was reunited with the pounding music and glowing lights and sweating bodies of the club’s main area. Whew. He realized that he should make a run for it, although he also realized that he would probably be shot if he did so and he would lose his chance to stay with Arthur. No, he couldn’t afford to lose that chance, not now. Therefore he did as he had been told and reached out for the shoulder of a young man passing by him, his hand making contact with slick, cologne-drenched skin. He winced when the young man turned around and shot him a glare. He was quick to explain and relieved when the young man softened his glare and nodded.

“So you’re a new kid who needs to figure out how this hellhole works, huh? I guess I’d better help you out,” the young man said with a bitter laugh, shaking his head and causing his long brunette locks to sway. He smirked and gestured off to the side, handing his tray to another server as he guided Alfred away from the open space. “What’s your name? You can call me Leo, if you’d like.”

“… I’m Alfred. It’s, uhm, nice to meet you, Leo. And thanks for helping me out.”

“Don’t thank me, it’ just part of my job.”


“Besides, all I’m doing is showing you around the joint and how to be, well, basically, a man-slut. Oh, and I’ll be changing your outfit, too.”

They were soon going through another door labeled with an Employees Only sign. Within the rather compact room, the scents of sweat and cheap cologne assaulted his nose, causing him to crinkle it and distract him from the many vanities and racks of scandalous and glittery clothing surrounding them. When he did notice them a few seconds later, however, he crinkled his nose once again, this time in deepened disgust. Fuck, he couldn’t wait for tonight to be over.

“Go ahead and take everything off, and I’ll get you something like this,” Leo paused to wiggle his hips, causing the fabric of the small black apron that covered his lower half and the matching bowtie around his neck to flutter, “to wear, okay? Just throw your clothes anywhere, I’ll put them away for you later.”

Obviously hesitant when it came to the prospect of getting naked, Alfred was slow in the process of undressing, his skin flared pink with embarrassment and shame when it came to finally dropping his boxers. He stood there awkwardly for a moment before quickly accepting the identical black apron and bowtie that was handed to him by Leo. After he had the damn things on, which, thankfully, the apron covered his backside as well as his front, he was pushed toward one of the vanities. Around the edges of the vanity’s mirror, there were photographs of the seductive faces of other employees, mostly women, caked in everything from heavy rouge to light purple mascara. Ugh. He stared at the photographs, annoyed by them… Although…

Beyond the makeup-drenched flesh and lusting features of the employees, he saw that, despite the realization that he was going to be made a part of them, there was Arthur’s smile just past that. A smile made bright and wide by the money he was going to earn here, the money that was going to allow them to stay together. Yes, they were going to stay together, and this was going to be made tolerable because of it.

He was then told to hold still and to close his eyes.

“… There. You can open them now,” came Leo’s voice some five minutes later after poking at Alfred’s face with various forms of makeup. He edged off to the side and allowed him to get a good look himself. That aquamarine gaze widened, almost franticly glancing over the foundation, lip gloss, and light brown eye shadow and eyeliner that had been applied to him. The makeup was similar to Leo’s and he hated it, he hated how he was becoming more and more in-tune with the joint. And how he was soon led back out into the main area to learn the basics on pleasing the patrons.

Leo swiftly explained what Alfred would be doing for the next four hours or so of his shift, not giving him much time to adjust or ask questions, “You’re always either going to be dancing and stripping or serving drinks and flirting. Every half hour, you switch between the two. We’ll start you off with serving drinks and flirting, since it’s easier, and I’ll help you on the pole when we switch to the dancing and stripping later.”

Gulping, Alfred nodded, only able to think of ‘the pole’ he was to encounter in less than thirty minutes while he was guided to the bar by Leo. This is where his work began. The tasks were simple enough for him, carrying glasses brimming with alcohol out to the tables where the customers had ordered them, and returning with the emptied ones only to have his tray restocked with more brimming glasses. It was during these tasks that things became complicated for him.

“Nice ass, kid, you wanna come home with me tonight?”

“So cute and so new! What’s your name?”

“Damn, I’d love to tie you up and hear you squeal.”

The various men and women who cooed and called out to him as he did his server duties were a pain, and difficult to not lash out at. He was actually quite relieved when Leo informed him that the switch was in motion, his tray taken from him by another half-naked young man. Good, he would rather be up on the pole than within the range of the grabby patrons.

“Hey, Alfred,” Leo said to him when they were making their way over to an unoccupied pole, “you need to be more flirty with the customers, or else Sir will be pissed. Try to talk to them more, smile, you know what I mean? And don’t glare at them if they say or ask lewd of you. Just go with things, and you should be fine… Anyway, the idea of just going with things applies to being on the pole, too. The music will start, the customers will watch, and you and I will dance. We’ll strip near the end of the half hour.”

While they were climbing onto the small stage the surrounded the pole and awaiting the change in music, Leo additionally explained two other key concepts - after gaining some experience, he would be expected to wear outfits more elaborate than his small black apron and bowtie, and, on a more frightening note, he would soon be up on the pole by himself with no support. Probably before the night was over.

What followed was Alfred’s first performance. Aside from the hip-wiggling and shoulder-rolling movements that he copied from Leo, he didn’t remember much else. He pushed the memories, the memories that made him feel disgusting and undeserving, out of his mind, assisted by the drinks that he downed throughout the rest of night, all bought for him out of adoration from the patrons. Ugh.

“Ugh,” he grumbled upon reentering the apartment sometime after midnight. His head was throbbing from the alcohol and the constant movement of his body, and he was, in fact, relieved that Arthur wasn’t there to greet him, most likely asleep in the bedroom. He didn’t want to be seen in this state, his clothes and hair ruffled, his glasses askew.

After popping a couple of aspirin pills in the bathroom, he wobbled into the bedroom where is futon lay opposite of Arthur’s, where the British boy was sound asleep. Oh, God, seeing him so peacefully snoozing under the sheets brought a smile to his face, and again reminded him that his job at the joint was worth it.

It was worth this life.


Questions, comments, concerns? Tell me~
lolopotsessionlolopotsession on August 12th, 2011 10:54 pm (UTC)
Awww~ Poor Alfred! But still I want him to strip XD Anyway, really love this chapter! Can't wait for the next one. Keep it up! :D
colonel_alquicolonel_alqui on August 13th, 2011 03:39 am (UTC)
Haha, I'm glad you liked this chapter, and I'm working on the next one as we speak~

Thank you for reading and commenting! <3
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colonel_alquicolonel_alqui on August 13th, 2011 03:42 am (UTC)
He can't hear you or his common sense! ]': And, indeed, that is a very shady establishment...

Thank you for reading and commenting~!
myfuckinglestat: us maidmyfuckinglestat on August 14th, 2011 06:59 am (UTC)
Yes please Alfred run, or else I'll be the one to kidnap you!!
colonel_alquicolonel_alqui on August 14th, 2011 08:03 am (UTC)
Haha, oh no! Poor Alfred! xD

Thank you for reading and commenting~!
Kasumi Lovegood: Chibi Ed *-* Winry is here xDkasumicc on August 13th, 2011 02:55 am (UTC)
OMG ALFRED ;O; Poor thing, I'm already terrified for him...and I really don't want to see his work getting any worse than this, but I know it's meant to end that way...anyways, I'm looking forward to the next one ;_;
colonel_alquicolonel_alqui on August 13th, 2011 03:44 am (UTC)
I hate to say that things are going to get worse, but they are. This fic is meant to be angsty. Dx

Thank you for reading and commenting~!
ren_chan146ren_chan146 on August 13th, 2011 04:09 pm (UTC)
Oh dear, I feel like Alfred will get in lots of trouble in the future. He should rather talk to Arthur and then look for another job. On the other hand it would take the thrill of this story so I guess I'm fine with it.^^
colonel_alquicolonel_alqui on August 13th, 2011 09:16 pm (UTC)
Trouble and thrills are my specialties... xD;;

Thank you for reading and commenting~!
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colonel_alquicolonel_alqui on August 14th, 2011 04:09 am (UTC)
Oh, he'll definitely get caught~ And don't worry about feeling bad, because I love Alfred's pain, too! That's the whole reason I wrote this story, haha.

Thank you for reading and commenting! <3