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pressed a sucking kiss on his cock then obediently withdrew to get the lube, growling in annoyance until he finally found it. It didn't take long for him to prep Blaze, who had never liked gentle treatment. Withdrawing his fingers, Erie lined up his cock and thrust inside. Blaze arched up into him, hissing and swearing, his nails digging into Erie's shoulders.
    Rumbling, Erie nuzzled his shoulder then pulled back, dragged Blaze's legs up over his shoulders, and began to pound into him. Blaze let go of Erie to grip the headboard, meeting every thrust. He alternated between swearing, begging, and calling Erie's name as he was fucked so hard he knew he would feel it for days—exactly the way he liked it. "Erie!" he shouted before he came all over them both, moaning as he felt claws dig into his skin as Erie growled and came.
    Slowly pulling apart, they lay there panting and recovering, eventually curling back together to doze for a bit. When he finally dragged his eyes open again, he saw from the alarm clock they'd been asleep at least an hour. He pressed a lazy kiss to his Erie's shoulder. "We're going to need another shower, dragon."
    Erie rumbled his approval and cuddled close, completely uncaring of the sticky mess between them. "Good Erie. Get Blaze. Get mint? See butterflies?"
    "You're a spoiled brat, but yes, we'll go see the girls. They love cooing over you. Get up, dragon." Rolling out of bed, Blaze went to the bathroom and turned the shower back on. Cleaning should have taken them all of ten minutes, but by the time Erie was done surprising him with a voracious round two, they'd run out of hot water. He snapped Erie's ass with a towel and hustled him into the bedroom to dress. Rifling through his closet and dresser, he threw a pair of jeans and a navy blue t-shirt at Erie, and then pulled on leather pants and a gray long sleeved t-shirt himself. He used the towel to dry his hair and running a comb over it, then dug out a pair of socks before heading for the entryway where he left his boots.
    Finally, he opened the entryway closet and pulled out the Beretta he kept there. Putting on his shoulder holster, he checked the gun and slid it into place before shrugging into his black leather jacket. Ready, they left the building and walked the four blocks to their favorite dive; a shitty little strip club always on the verge of closing. The girls were sweet, the drinks were good, and he didn't have to pay for shit because his favoring the place meant nobody dared fuck with it.
    He greeted the bouncer, Chuck, with a nod as he entered the lobby. Ignoring the window where a handful of other guys stood in line to pay and get their hands stamped, he pushed through the second door and strolled into the club.
    It was a little busy for a Thursday night, but he recognized a few faces in the dim light; mostly they belonged to men hoping to impress him or some other bullshit.  He never told them it was a waste of time. The only friends he had were Erie and the girls, and the only "friends" he made were on Rust's orders. He went to Club Heaven to relax, not work. Candi smiled at him as she flew past to attend her tables, and Roxie waved at him from the bar, letting him know she was getting his drink.
    Blaze waved back an acknowledgement, then took his regular seat, smiling as he watched Silver dance. She was beautiful:  gold skin, gold hair, and by that point dressed in only a tiny thong. She had her audience completely enthralled.
    May showed up a minute later with his jack and coke, and a bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream for Erie. "Thank you, butterfly," Erie said and began eating, rumbling happily all the while.
    Blaze smiled at her and passed her a generous tip to share around with all the girls. "Thanks, baby. How are things going tonight?"
    "Watch the back corner," May said, bending to kiss his cheek as she discreetly tucked the money away. "He's been here awhile, like he's been waiting for something or someone. Doesn't talk