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Crossed Unders in a Strip Club	By : Revharem Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1461 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Yo man, I gotta split! Don’ let the kid be up too late wit that new point she been workin’ on. OUT!” Throwing a peace out hand sign, Hip backflipped out of the studio that he and his brother had built on their second floor and caught the handrail, riding it down the stairs. Bouncing off the end, he landed with bent knees and smirked at the flawless landing. This was cake compared to the normal stunts he worked, but a landing was a landing. Running for the door he heard a yell from upstairs. Probably just his brother agreeing. Teleporting to the back of the house rather than opening the front door and going around, he immediately shrieked, hopping from foot to foot. He had forgotten to his sneaks in the studio!
The cold was too much of a distraction to open another short-cut, so he quickly half skipped around the house, trying not to fall through the newly iced top of the snow. The blizzard had just passed yesterday and the snow was at least two and a half feet deep. If he fell in, he’d be over half buried and done for. Three skips before he made the porch, the snow gave out and he rolled with the small avalanche, landing unceremoniously on his front deck now covered in white, cold, powder. His brother stood at the door shaking his head.
“I told you that you forgot your sneakers, try listening next time. Come on, once you get them on I’ll give you a lift through.”
Blushing a deep sapphire, Hip kept his eyes down and accepted his shoes and slipped them on. They were already tied and the laces tucked securely under the tongue. The blue high-tops brushed reassuringly against his fibulas and tibias. Bouncing in place shuffling his feet back and forth real quick he double checked that nothing had slipped, but all seemed to be in order. His track pants were wet, but they would dry off quick enough at the club.
“Thanks man. Well, gotta bounce!” Grinning he threw a salute and hopped sideways, opening a portal at the same time, dropping him again at the portal behind his house.
“Hip, stop being so lazy and cut the puns, they lack any self-respect!” demanded his brother loudly from the front of the house. He knew that Hip had only been going to the back of the house and would hear him.
“Pfft, where’s the fun in that!” Hip huffed as he stepped into the inter-universal portal and into UnderLust Snowdin. He knew he was in the right place when he heard a loud whistle from above him. He glanced up and grinned, “Hey Razzy, how’s biz? Yo bro around?”
Immediately the cheerfully suave demeanor of the taller native skeleton vanished with his normal grin. To a stranger he would still appear to be grinning, due to his bone structure, but Hip knew better. “Sugar Plum went to work a while ago.” Razzy sighed, looking away.
Looking around, Hip shrugged, it was still early, he could spare a few moments for a friend. “You wanna talk, man? Somethin’s obviously eatin’ at cha. With a frown like that, you’ll scare off all your customers.” He tried to be light, whatever was bugging his brother’s look-a-like was pretty serious.
Razzy’s head snapped back, looking at him surprised. Most outsider monsters knew better than to offer condolences to a Lust verse monster. Checking him quickly, Razzy could see no visible threat, either in his posture or in a material object. He also couldn’t help but notice that his build was slightly taller than his brother’s and a slight bit more bulky. Quite an attractive figure to be sure. Shaking his head, he tried to clear it of such thoughts, that was not Hip’s offer, and he knew it! “Yeah, I could use an ear if you don’t mind.” He raised his eyes and couldn’t be sure, but it looked that there was a flicker of uncertainty in him now. He glance around once more then nodded.
“K, I’ll be right up then.” He threw up his arms over his head and fell back, then disappeared.
Razzy’s sockets widened and he leaned further out the window. He had never seen that trick, where had the kid gone? Springs creaking behind him had him turning and pulling back into his room. There was Hip, laying in his bed! What was he up to! Swallowing hard, Razzy moved to the vanity on the other side of the room and grabbed one of the cloths there and dipped it in the cold water in the sink and dabbed at his crown and neck. Kid didn’t know anything, did he?
“So what’s raggin’ at you? You’re brother go and do something stupid like nick the panties of Mrs. Bunny again?” Hip mused, tracing the patterns of the stucco on the ceiling with his hand in the air.
“No.” Razzy said depressed. He remembered that. It had been a bit funny, but then his brother had let her ride him and Razzy hadn’t liked that all. Through their bond, he knew Sugar Plum hadn’t either, but he offered it as repayment for the embarrassment. “Hip, have you ever placed a mating mark on someone?” he asked suddenly, after being quiet for a couple minutes. Glancing over, he saw that the skeleton had stopped moving, seemingly frozen with his hand still strained up, the black, fingerless gloves outlining his metacarpals just so finely. The way his hand was turned, he could see the pure white bone clearly through one of the slices in the back of them.
Slowly retracting his hand to his chest, Hip was quiet for a few minutes. “That is not normally a question that you should just ask of anyone, Razzy. Why do you want to know?” The skeleton’s normally light, deep voice was very hard, as if he was controlling some roiling emotion underneath.
“OH, I had no idea that was a touchy subject. I’m sorry!” Razzy immediately insisted, crossing the room and clutching Hip’s hands tightly in his own and looking into his eyes, which were closed, not even allowing Razzy to see the pinpricks of light that normally lived there like small northern stars.
Sighing, Hip said, more to himself than Razzy, “Of course you didn’t. That’s the greatest sin of this verse. Not the Lust, but the ignorance of common courtesy. Forgive me, I had forgotten. To answer your question, yes, I have marked myself a rather handsome fellow. He actually is the one that told me about the club here and that they actually pay for quality dancing.” Opening his eyes, he noticed just how close Razzy had gotten, but didn’t pull away. He hadn’t made any moves toward him yet, other than holding his hand in apology. “Can I have my hand back dude, I’m kinda gonna need it later.” He grinned, trying to hide his uncomfortability with the contact.
“Huh, oh, yeah, sorry.” Razzy quickly released Hip’s hands and moved back over to the window in the hopes that the cold air would help him chill out. Meanwhile, Hip carefully rubbed the sides of his hands, eyes not leaving the other.
“So why’d you ask about my mate?” he grilled. If he had to give out personal info, he wanted to know why. He trusted Razzy, but he also had come here hoping to help him.
Razzy jumped at the question. “Uh, well, um, It’s Sugar Plum. I marked him when I was really little and without his consent, and now I can feel how he feels towards others, a particular other in fact. I feel that he’s happy with them and not with me. He never marked me in return, so I don’t think he knows how much it is bothering me, but I don’t want to let him go. He’s my brother, but I can’t imagine being mated with anybody else. The confusing part is, he’s just as happy when he’s around me. It’s like he has the mate love for both me and this other monster. Do you ever have that with your mate?” Tears were pricking at the corner of his eyes as he described this to Hip. He had never told a soul that he had marked Sugar without his consent.
Hip’s sockets were wide and the pricks of light in his eyes were more like orbs now, coalescing into spheres of light. “Dang man, no, we never have that problem with having mating feelings with another, but if you marked him without consent, then maybe that’s why? Is it possible that you’re confusing brotherly love with mating love?” Hip asked hopefully. He had heard of successful polyamorous monsters and humans, but not many.
“No, I’m positive it’s mating love. He didn’t have these feeling toward our parents, when they were around. Is it selfish of me to want him for only myself? I don’t want to share him, but I can’t keep him here, he would resent me. He really loves this other guy. Do you think he’d mark him while he’s still marked by me? Can he do that?” Razzy was now pacing the room, hands flying as he gestured harshly to release energy and just vent. He finally turned to Hip, “Well?”
Sitting up and folding his legs to the side, Hip held up a finger, signaling for Razzy to give him a little more time to think. A groan distracted him and he glanced up to see Razzy thunking his head against the padded outer wall next to his window.
Confused, Hip looked around, and then realized where and how he was seated, and the pink fluffy slippers that were much too small for the larger skeleton. This was his private room that he probably shared with Sugar, and Hip had been laying and relaxing all over their bed! No wonder the other was getting worked up. He had to tie things up before things got out of hand, quickly, either that, or diffuse the situation. He definitely didn’t have what it took to keep up with the larger skeleton. He had a hard time with Amethyst, who had been mostly unaffected by the plague, this guy had it bad, and would likely have a much higher stamina.
Taking a deep breath, Hip spoke up, “Uh, Razzy man, have you heard of poly relationships? Like when a person has more than one lover or mate? Try sitting down with Sugar and this other guy and talking to them. I’m sure you can work something out!” His voice jumped in pitch at the end as Razzy had spun and to look at him when he started talking. Now he was making his way toward him, the look in his eyes far from reassuring. “Razzy, dude, calm down, I gotta go!” Looking toward the door or the window, he realized his only way out was a teleport. He had to move to get through one though. Razzy was nearly to him and he wasn’t even sure his last words had reached the skeleton. Heck with a landing, Hip rolled off the other side of the bed, opening a portal and hoped he’d land somewhere safe. The sudden connection with wood certainly didn’t feel good, but the scent of bourbon was a reassurance along with the absence of pink that had adorned the room of Razzy.
“I know I said drop by anytime, but you can use the door next time, right?” Came the melodious voice of Teal to his left.
Groaning, Hip sat up, rubbing his head with one hand and his lower back with the other. “Yeah man, sure.” He stopped abruptly, catching the scent of very recent intercourse. It had been present at Razzy’s, but that was a brothel, no surprise, but here, Teal made sure the place was always spotless and lightly perfumed at the start of each night. He spun to look at Teal, then realized he was on the bar, and now the elemental was between his legs. “Aw fuck.” He groaned.
“Is that a request, or just an explicative?” asked the bartender amused but serious at the same time.
Waving his hand, Hip quickly answered, “Second one, definitely second!” and with his other hand quickly pushed himself up and back over the bar, doing a back summersault, just to misjudge and slide into the table and crack his skull against it. “Uhg, not gonna be a good night at this rate.” He grumbled.
Teal quickly set down the mug he had been polishing with his bar cloth and made his way around the bar to check on the skeleton. He seemed to be very disoriented, not at all like he had been the few other times he had dropped in to visit. “Whoa kid, calm down and take it slow, everything okay?” His brow scrunched as he looked over him, looking to see if there were any physical signs of what may have scared him. He was jumpy for some reason.
“Slow, yeah, that’s not really, one of my speeds, man, but I may jus have to try it.” Hip groaned and closed his eyes as he rubbed the back of his head. That table had been hard, and right after smacking his head off the bar too. “Sorry man, didn’t mean to jump your table here, guess I’m just excited to finally have a gig, heh.” He mumbled, trying to cover his trip-ups by blaming them on nerves.
“Hmm, how about you have a drink and talk about it, maybe we can ease those nerves, we still got a few minutes. First customers don’t usually trickle in till about a quarter after six.” Looking at the clock, he nodded, six ten now, plenty of time to calm the kid down. “So what’ll it be?” Teal asked, making his way back to the bar. His proximity didn’t seem to be helping the Dance verse kid, so maybe distance would.
“You got a monster stashed somewhere over there?” Hip asked waving as he cracked his eyes and wished he didn’t. Teal was wearing ass-less chaps and his blue ass looked firm and well outlined.
Teal quirked his brow. “This is the underground, there are lots of monsters here. What exactly you looking for?” He asked, knowing what the skeleton was looking for, but unable to resist the play. Perhaps Sugar Plum was rubbing off on him.
“I walked into that one. The black cherry please, chilled, no ice.” Pushing himself up from the floor, he made his way over to the bar and hauled himself up onto the stool. His feet dangled, but this was the lowest part of the bar so he could actually set his elbows down and rest his face in his hands.
“Coming right up” said Teal with a smile that could be heard.
“What’s so funny, eh?” groused Hip.
“What isn’t amusing about a monster drinking a monster in this fucking world?” laughed Teal as he slid the drink across the bar. He wouldn’t say the real reason. Hip was sitting in the exact same spot Sugar Plum had been only minutes before.
After thinking for a moment, Hip nodded and smiled, raising his glass, “To humerus names, bad puns, and clumsy landings. May the night only get better!”
Teal smirked and raised a shot glass of something or other, and they both took a hit from their respective drinks.
“That hits the spot.” Gasped Hip, eyes going wide and rocking in his seat. “Thanks man.” He raises a fist and Teal meets him, sealing a fist bump.
“So what really had you so jumpy?” Asked Teal, going back to cleaning glasses.
“Hmm, oh, was talking to Razzy and didn’t pay attention like I should have. Had to get out quick.” He shrugged like it was a common occurrence. In this world, stuff like that was par for course, so he couldn’t complain. He knew the risks entering a Monster Zone in this world as they were dubbed. He didn’t have to look up to know that Teal was watching him. The squeaking of the glass had stopped. “I’m fine now though. It just shook me up a bit, all ready to go!” with that, he downed the last of his drink as if to prove a point and set it solidly back on the bar. Spinning to face the dance floor and hopped off. Stretching with his fingers intertwined, he reached for the ceiling, going up on his toes, then bent to touch his toes, going into a forward roll that took him to the center of the room where he spun on alternating hands. Catching a sneaker against the polished floor, he spun up to a standing position, finished a seven-twenty spin, and bowed to Teal. Looking up, he grinned.
Smirking, Teal nodded and clapped a few times. “Alright, I’m guessing you are going to stick to the floor then? Why don’t you go check on Sugar Plum and see if you can’t figure a choreography so you don’t distract from each other.”
“Sure thing, he’s in back, right?” Hip was already halfway down the hall.
“You know the way.” Called Teal. He looked toward the hallway. He was well used to his world and their ways, but since the barrier break, he had learned quite a bit on proper behavior. He now knew how to conduct oneself around those who weren’t there for sex. For Razzy to go after Sugar or his clients like that was one thing, but to go after Hip, a stranger who just stopped to talk. Razzy should have more restraint by now. He shook his head, and Amethyst thought he was bad.
Undyne smiled at Hip as she and Muffet slipped down the hallway toward the main floor. “So you’re joining us today sweet thing? Hope you can keep up.” She laughed and Muffet covered her mouth with two of her right hands as she giggled and slanted her eyes a bit.
“Oh, I hear he is quite the showman on the floor, ‘dyne dear.”
“Ha, we’ll see about that!” crowed Undyne. “Sugar Plum is the best pole dancer in this universe. I don’t know how he can hope to rival that boy.”
“Oh, I don’t dance on a pole, I break dance. Teal thought I might be able to bring a bit more pump to the club.” Hip challenged back teasingly. He always loved a good challenge when it came to talent in dancing. Anything else and he couldn’t be bothered, but dance, that was literally what he lived for. He did come from a universe made for dancing after all.
Undyne snorted and tossed her long, glossy, flowing hair, “We’ll see kid.” And made her way down the hall. Muffet watched him a few more seconds before following.
Blowing a breath at the close call, Hip pushed open the door for the powder room that was shared among all the dancers. Privacy apparently wasn’t an issue here as it also served as a changing room if the pile of clothes under the clothing rack were anything to go by. A pair of electric blue leggings, a pink vest, and fuzzy topped black boots where piled there, and looked to be about the same size as what he wore himself, though he couldn’t see himself in something so provocative. Looking around, he saw one of the powder tables on the other side of the room had a form in a purple hooded vest that had cyan faux fur lining with their head down. He made his way over. Sugar Plum was nothing if not recognizable in his finely pressed uniform.
“Yo man, we gotta hit the floor, what you openin’ wit? Teal don’ wan’ us distracting the crowd from ta other?” Hip easily slipped into his slang, feeling at ease next to his look-a-like. Up close, he could tell that this dancer was smaller in many ways, and could see why that made him appealing to so many. Being small often made people see you as someone who needed to be taken care of and so they fell to the trap of a pretty face and smooth moves even easier. He had seen it in his verse, and he had seen it happen to monsters and humans the few times he had visited when they watched this master dancer.
Breaking him from his reverie, Sugar Plum groaned and sat up, “I don’t think I can go out yet, I need another ten. Damn, Teal must have been really bound up, he barely held back at all. It felt so good, but fuck if I’m not sore!”
Hip’s eyes widened as he connected the dots. “Holy shit, you don’t mean that Teal is the one that your brother is getting all jealous over, that is just twisted!”
Sugar Plum spun around. “How does he know about what I’m doing?” his eyes were wide, almost like he was scared.
“Dude, he marked you, he feels what you feel to a point. He knows every time you fuck and what you feel for others. It’s really getting to him. He really loves you and doesn’t want to lose you, but you keep hurting him. Do you even realize what it is to be marked?” Hip was starting to realize just how bad Razzy had it, and possibly why he had gotten riled so easily. If his marked had just gotten fucked, then no wonder he was horny.
“I never really knew how it worked. I’ve never marked anyone. I love my brother sure, but I love Teal. Can I love two people equally like that? Would it be fair to them if I accepted them both? I can’t lose my brother, but I don’t want to give up Teal, he is my world.” The purple tears forming at the edges of his sockets gave away just how much the topic was getting to him, and how much thought he had likely already put into the problem.
Putting a hand on Sugar Plum’s shoulder, Hip tried to reassure him. “Hey, calm down. I tried to tell Razzy cause he asked me for advice, why don’t all three of you sit down and talk it out. I’m sure you all can work something out in your own way. It’ll work out, I’m sure of it.” He grinned reassuringly as Sugar Plum turned to look up at him.
“You really think so?”
“Yep, multi-person relationships are more common all the time. It just takes a lot of trust and communication. At least, that’s what I’ve heard. And if it turns out that you only go for one or the other, I’m sure both sides will understand and accept you. They both seem to care for you a ton.”
“Thanks man. Mind if I give ya a hug. You’re really smart for a street slicker.”
“Ya learn a lot on the streets man.” Hip smirked, stepping in closer and giving the smaller skeleton a comforting hug, then stepping back. He had had enough of lusty encounters for now, he didn’t need to strike one up here by lingering too long. “I’d better get out there. I’ll let Teal know that you need a few more minutes, but don’t take too long, ‘kay?”
“Sure thing, wouldn’t want you stealing all the attention on your first night. Ha!”
Making his way back up front, Hip stopped before the counter, stepping behind it, and got Teal’s attention. “Sugar’s gonna need a little more time. You apparently really did a number on him.”
Teal’s face colored a pale green, contrasting cutely against his normally orange flames and complementing the teal tips of his hair that got him his name.
“By the way, I know it’s none of my business, but I’d recommend sitting down and talking with Sugar Plum and Razzy. Someone is going to be hurt if something isn’t done soon. I have a bad feeling it will end up him.” Hip nodded toward the back. “He really likes you both, according to Razzy, about the same amount. Think on it. I don’t like seeing my pals hurting.”
Teal nods, the blush fully faded now, and looks to the back, somewhat worried. “Thank you Hip. I’ll see what I can do in the morning. If I knew that Sugar Plum actually reciprocated my feelings, I may have done something sooner. I didn’t realize he was hurting because of me.”
“Well, now that everyone on all sides knows, it can get taken care of! Now, let’s have a good night and enjoy the music. Wanna jump start it?” Asked Hip, going around the bar and toward the center of the floor, which was clear.
Smiling, Teal only shook his head and moved to the music controls behind the counter and started turning on the speakers and amps for around the floor and pulled the mix tapes he had set up for tonight. He was running an industrial mix for the beginning and when things picked up, he would probably move to either pop, hip-hop, or bass boosted. It all depended on the mood of the crowd and how the votes went in the first two hours, and so started the night as the bass dropped, the strobes started there motions, and a few of the Dog Clan made their way in and toward their normal booth.
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