Title: Tiny Dancer

World: AU

Rated: M (Mature)

Genre(s): Romance/Drama

Pair(s): Randy/Adam, Jeff/Phil, Mike/JoMo, etc.

Summary: Adam is a dancer with a secret. Randy is a widower with a four-year-old child. When they meet, will love blossom? Or will someone be heartbroken?

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. I also don't own the lyrics used.

Warning: Slash, Exotic Dancing, Stripping, Violence, Mpreg, etc.

Part: 1/? – Introduction

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Eve strut over to the three men in the back room. "Boys, we have a lot of VIPs out there. I will say this once. If this isn't the routine of a lifetime, it's all of your asses on the line."

Before any of the men could answer, the woman walked off to attend to other affairs. Jeff shook his head, totally uninterested with the entire situation. He looked in the mirror as he filled in artwork on his face with red and yellow paint. JoMo stood in front of the mirror, admiring his new coat. It was the middle of June and hot as hell, and he had cashed his check in on a fur coat… And the last man, Adam, smeared baby oil over his naked chest.

"Eve's been a real bitch lately." Jeff announced suddenly. "I think she takes all of this a little too seriously."

Adam shook his head, his fluffy blond hair tumbling over his naked shoulders. "She's always a bitch, Jeffy. Most likely, she always will be."

Jeff turned around, a small smirk on his face. "That's so true." He tossed his hair back and showed off his artwork. "How does it look?"

"Great." Adam ruffled the smaller man's hair. "Gonna need to dye it soon."

"I think JoMo will have to dye his soon too." Jeff tossed over his shoulder.

"What?" JoMo shrieked. Frantically, he pulled his hair out of the messy ponytail so that he had a clear view of his roots. A shock of brown could clearly be seen beneath the black.

"Calm down, Johnny." Adam smiled at the flamboyant diva. "Jeff just likes to tease you. It's really not all that noticeable. You can trust me. I wouldn't lie to you."

"O-Okay." JoMo hesitantly calmed down. "What do you think of the jeans?"

JoMo shook his hips enticingly. The jeans were studded with rhinestones and perfectly displayed the supple curve of his ass. "They're hot. I'm sure you'll make some man very happy, Johnny. How much did they cost?"

"Five-thousand dollars." JoMo tossed over his shoulder carelessly.

Adam and Jeff almost choked on the air. It wasn't unknown that John had a bit of a shopping fetish, and that he would bleed his bank account dry if left alone for any stretch of time, but five-thousand dollar jeans? That was a little out of character. The two blonds shared a look as JoMo started to strut in front of the mirror. He was definitely a fan favorite, with Jeff close behind. Jeff was more of the dominate kind. Adam, however, was the star.

He was, in no uncertain terms, every man in the club's wet dream. An adorable blond with a killer body, who was known to become a little loose when he had just the right amount of liquor. Call him easy, call him a slut, he didn't really care. He was never one to allow people to pin him into a corner with a title. He was the way he wanted to be, and it had taken him a long time to be able to say that. And he was exactly where he wanted to be.

"Whatcha thinkin' about, Addy?" Jeff asked as he turned his back on the blond to slide into his leather pants (or, as he liked to call them, his second skin).

"Nothin'." Adam shook his head to try and clear it. He needed to concentrate.

Jeff shot him a look. "C'mon, Addy. Give me a little more credit. Whenever you say that it's nothing, I know that it has to be something. You can tell me."

JoMo shot the two men a look, before he tossed his two cents in. "It's like he's a fucking mind-reader. He always knows when we're upset. Don't try to fight it. It only makes the mind-reading ability stronger."

"Fine." Adam looked between them hesitantly, before he admitted, "I've been thinking about him a lot lately."

"Aww, Addy…" JoMo rubbed his shoulder comfortingly.

Jeff narrowed his eyes. "You know that he's been banned from the club. Mark and Hunter won't let him hurt you, baby. And if he so much as looks at you funny, I'll kill him."

Their little conversation was broken by Eve's untimely reappearance. "You're on in five. You better make this good!"

Jeff shot her the finger when her back was turned, before he turned back to Adam. "It's okay, baby. I promised you both when I took you under my wing that I would protect you. I meant that."

Adam nodded, reassured. "Thanks, Jeffy." Adam kissed the blond's cheek, before he raced out of the room.

Jeff sighed. Even if it had been five years since the incident, Adam still remembered it as clearly as if it had been yesterday. He knew that it would be unrealistic to hope that he forgot it; he only hoped that one day the blond would be able to move past it. Checking to make sure JoMo was behind him, he followed Adam to the curtain. Catcalls and screams came from the stage as the last dancer finished. Tyson was usually a fan favorite.

The music was cut, and the curtain opened to reveal Tyson Kidd, who was dressed only in a stark white g-string. He had money attached to his skin in obscene places (Jeff wasn't even sure how the money stuck on his skin like that). The stage hand that awaited him slid a black, fluffy robe over his body to hide his nakedness. The curtains at the front of the stage closed as another assistant retrieved his clothes and the rest of his money.

It was almost time for the next routine.

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"I still don't understand why I'm here…" Randy trailed off as he reluctantly drank from the flute of white wine that Mike had insisted he order. "I'm not even interested in men."

Mike rolled his eyes. "Trust me, once you lay your eyes on the next one, all thoughts of heterosexuality will vanish. He's a walking, talking, wet dream. And if you… well, you know… he's only one-thousand dollars."

Randy almost choked on his drink. Only one-thousand dollars? While Randy could easily afford that, it wasn't a small amount of cash to dish out for sex. "I don't even know him. Why would I sleep with him?"

Phil rolled his eyes. "It's no-strings-attached sex. Isn't that what you need?"

"I thought 'No Promiscuous Sex' was part of that Straight Edge shit?" Randy tossed back.

"It is." Phil acknowledged. "I happen to have found a rare jewel. A dominant man who, for no extra money, is exclusive to me. I can tell that he isn't lying, because his brother can confirm it."

"So, you found a diamond in the rough. The one who doesn't believe in luck seems to have sucked all of the luck out of the universe." Randy shot back. "What's his name, anyway?"

"Adam Copeland." A rather feminine voice answered. Randy looked confused for a moment, before he realized that that slut – he thought her name was Eve – came back to announce the next dancers. "Jeff Hardy and John Morrison."

"Oh, you're in for a real treat tonight." Phil said through tight lips as the music started.

"Alone, the men are hot." Mike said as he settled down in his chair and took a drink. "Together, however, they're pure bliss. Never underestimate the influence of good music and sexy dancing, my friend."

Don't be so quick to walk away,

Dance with me.

I want to rock your body, please stay,

Dance with me.

You don't have to admit you wanna play,

Dance with me.

Just let me rock you, till the break of day,

Dance with me.

In a puff of hot smoke, three scantily clad men came out and halted under the hot, fluorescent lights. They turned their backs to the crowd and swayed sensually, their hands slowly feeling every inch of skin from their thighs to their shoulders. As they worked their way around, three poles slowly rose out of the ground. The tallest blond immediately took initiative and hooked his leg around the pole, stretching backwards slowly.

Randy was able to identify this man as Adam Copeland. He didn't know how, but he just knew. Adam rose up and hooked his other leg around the pole, tightening his hands a little higher up and slowly grinding down on the cold metal. JoMo followed close behind, his leg still hooked around the pole as he slid his hands up under his shirt and popped the buttons. Screams came from the crowd as it slid off his lithe body, followed soon by a silver necklace.

Got time, but I don't mind,

Just wanna rock you girl.

I'll have whatever you have,

C'mon, just give it up girl.

See, I've been watching you,

I like the way you move.

So go ahead, girl, just do,

That ass shaking thing you do.

Adam slid out of his shirt and had his hands on the buckle of his belt, when he halted. All of a sudden, he climbed off of the pole and started to dance down the little ramp. The other two men, not to be outdone, danced behind him, their movements always perfectly synced with one another. And then, still in sync, one particularly slutty thrust of the hips led to their pants being torn completely off of their bodies.

Money was thrown at their feet and the lucky few who sat at tables close enough to the dancers stuffed it into their boots or, occasionally, their thongs. Adam, ever the exhibitionist, stuck his thumbs into the straps of his thong and pulled it down just enough to show the tantalizing v-shape that led down to his manhood. Someone threw a one-hundred dollar bill at his feet. He thanked whoever it was with a quick shake of his ass, before he stuck it in his boot.

So you grab your girls,

And you grab a couple more,

And you all come meet me in the middle of the floor.

Said the air is thick, it's smelling right.

So you blast to the left and you sail to the right.

"I think Randy's in love." Mike snickered. Phil chuckled when he realized that the brunette hadn't taken his eyes off of Adam since the dance started.

"I am not." Randy said defiantly. "But, I have to admit that he is… charming."

"He's hot." Phil called out, the only one of them who wasn't drunk off of his rocker.

"Why don't we call him over and see how much you don't like him?" Mike offered and Phil nodded. He motioned for the blond beauty to come over, and after a second, he danced over to their table.

So, this was the table of VIPs that Eve had been so worried about. Adam rolled his eyes. Two of them were so captivated by the other dancers that they couldn't walk away unsatisfied. But the man in the middle, well… he seemed a little out of place and extremely uncomfortable. He would have to remedy that. Slowly, he slid onto the man's lap and thrust down his hips.

Mike stuffed a bottle of wine into his hands, because it was well-known that when he was drunk he loosened up. He downed a quarter of the bottle and slammed it down on the table, before he leaned forward and kissed the man. Randy's eyes were blown wide, and Adam kissed the man once more. The music was starting to wind down, so he rose and walked back toward the stage.

Randy was head over heels in lust.

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A/N: Again, I don't own the song. It is Rock Your Body by Justin Timberlake. Please Review!