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This wasn’t a place Hizashi would normally frequent, in fact his record label would probably have a cow if they knew he was here. But he got curious and decided to go; Dragon’s lair didn’t seem like the type of place for paparazzi to hang around nor the place to allow photos or videos inside. Hizashi was pretty sure he was safe from the press catching him here.
Walking in was an anxious thing. He had to show ID to the bouncer who raised an eyebrow as if he had a vague idea as to who Hizashi was, but if he figured out that the Yamada Hizashi that was standing in front of him was the same Yamada Hizashi who was the lead singer for Plus Ultra, the rock band, he didn’t show it and just waved him inside.
Inside was interesting. It was dim but not too dark, the bar was off to the left, a stage and tabes straight ahead, and what appeared to be private rooms off to the right. The place wasn’t too busy but there was a bit of a crowd mostly centered around the stage with a few people near the bar or sitting in the booths along the wall.
“Oh.” Hizashi whispered as he saw the workers. Every employee except the bouncer and bartender where dressed like playboy bunnies. Hizashi had read up on this place of course, but he seemed to have missed the part where the staff dressed as bunnies. He chose this place cause it was a bit out of the way and of course because it’s primary clientele where gay men and the workers being almost entirely male.
Just another reason for the record label to never find out about this Hizashi thought as he walked over to a table off to the left. One of the bunnies came over to him and asked if he’d liked a drink; deciding it would be best if he got back to his hotel sober he ordered a water. The bunny gave a smile and walked off, swaying his hips, to get his water. Hizashi heard cheering from the front and turned to see someone walk out on stage, this bunny had long black hair pulled up into a loose man bun. His ears where white, His body suit all black, black fish nets, white cuffs around his wrist, black high heals, a grey boa around his neck, a yellow mask,and much to Hizashi’s enjoyment a white bunny tail sitting perfectly just above his amazing ass.
Hizashi was so distracted by the way the man was moving that he didn’t recognize the song until he heard his own voice. Hizashi glanced around to assess the crowd and was please to see that everyone was enthralled by the man on stage and not paying Hizashi any mind. Hizashi looked back at the stage just in time to see the man place his hands on his hips and slowly sink down into a split with a smirk on his face. He held the split for a second then as Emi hits the symbol he flips onto his back and spreads his legs before rolling and getting up with his ass in the air towards the audience coming up first. Hizashi sucked in a breath at the sight.
“Beautiful isn’t he?” The bunny who had taken his order was back. He smiled and placed Hizashi’s water in front of him. “That’s Eraser. He’s a crowd favorite.”
Hizashi nodded. “I uh I can see why” he forced his eyes away from the man on stage who was now coming down the stairs to the audience and took a better look at the bunny in front of him, this bunny had purple hair and a deep purple body suit with black ears and a lighter purple and grey mask. “And uh your name?” Hizashi asked getting a bit flustered as he realized how cute this bunny was though he seemed barley more then a teen
“I’m Mind Trap.” The bunny said smiling “and you?” He leaned a little closer to Hizashi at this question.
Hizashi cleared his throat. “I’m uh Hizashi.”
The bunny seemed a little surprised but covered his shock quickly. “I hope you have a lovely night Mr. Hizashi. And feel free to call me back any time. But unfortunately I need to be getting back to serving, if you’ll excuse me.” The bunny ran a hand over Hizashi’s shoulder with a wink and then turned and walked away once again swaying his hips.
Hizashi looked back at the stage as the dancer made his way back up onto it. Hizashi recognized the ending of the song.
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After his performance Eraser disappeared to the back. A few of the other bunnies, including Mind Trap, went up and did a performance and returned back to the floor but Hizashi had yet to see Eraser again. He was starting to get over whelmed with all the very attractive men the music and the lights around him and decided it was best to head back to his hotel before someone started to look for him, or worse someone recognized him.
Walking over to the bar to pay his tab Hizashi glanced around again, still no sign of Eraser. “Leaving so soon?” The bar tender asked as Hizashi walked up.
Hizashi smiled “I unfortunately have somewhere I need to be in the morning.”
After paying his tab and quietly exiting the club Hizashi heard a muffled noise from the ally next to the club. Glancing around Hizashi saw the outline of three figures and started to walk into the ally, then one moved and slammed another into the wall causing a trash can to go crashing to the ground.
Hizashi sped up keeping his footsteps quiet, that is until he saw more clearly what was happening. He could now see that the first dark figure had his hand round the others throat pinning him to the wall and the pinned figure had bunny ears resting on top of his head. “Hey!” Hizashi yelled startling the three men.
The three men looked up Punk one not taking his hand off the bunny’s throat “What the hell you want?” Punk one snarled at Hizashi
“Get your hands off him.” Hizashi snarled back
Punk one laughed and pushed the bunny harder into the wall, his second hand now on the bunny’s hip. “What you gonna go about it?”
Hizashi pulled his phone out. “Imma call the cops on your ass.”
“Oh I’m so scared! You’re gonna call the cops? You think there gonna do anything? Look at him! He’s basically asking for it.”
“Fuck. You.” The bunny choked out.
Punk two shifted and Hizashi could now see a knife, based off the glint of light bouncing off it, against the bunny’s side “Bro, this ain’t worth the cops. I’m out if they get called.”
“If you don’t leave now I’m calling.” Hizashi started to type on his phone like he was gonna call. “3, 2,”
“Bro I’m out! I ain’t doin it!” And with that Punk two yanked away by pushing off the wall accidently, stabbing the bunny and yanking the knife into his pocket before he took off out of the ally.
The bunny cried out but couldn’t move.
“Wimp!” Punk one yelled after his buddy his hand still around the bunny’s neck. His other hand slowly moved from the bunny’s hip down to the bunny’s crotch. “Go on and call the-“
Hizashi surged forward in that instance, his fist flying out in front of him. The next thing Hizashi was aware of was the pain in his knuckles and the blood coming from Punk one’s nose. “What the hell?!” Punk one yelled grabbing at his nose as it begun gushing. “You broke my fucking nose!”
“Get the hell out of here.” Hizashi said in an eerily quietly voice.
“He ain’t worth this shit!” He yelled and took off stumbling in the same direction as his buddy.
Hizashi watched him leave before turning to the bunny “You ok?” He asked in a soft voice. He looked closer at the bunny only now recognizing him. It was Eraser. Hizashi tried not to react to this fact.
“I’m fine.” The bunny grumbled pulling his hand away from his side where the knife was previously. The hand came away with a red mark. “Damn that punk cut my costume.” He pushes his mask up his face till it rested just in front of his bunny ears.
“You’re definitely not fine!” Hizashi gasps seeing the blood on Eraser’s hand pulling the black and white bandana from his back pocket “here hold this to it to stop the bleeding.”
“It’s really not that bad.” Eraser deadpanned even as he took the cloth and held it to his side.
“Is there a place I can help you to? Is there some kinda stage door?”
“Over there” Eraser pointed with his hand that wasn’t holding the cloth.
Hizashi helped Eraser get to his feet and they slowly made their way over to said door that was thankfully propped open. Inside Hizashi wasn’t surprised by the scene in front of him. It was what he expected all dressing rooms/ backstage to look like, a little messy but an organized mess.
A few people were rushing about some only half dressed while still others just sat around or carefully did makeup. Hizashi spotted a small couch off to the side and made his way over to it, softly depositing Eraser there before kneeling to try and get a look at the cut. “Let me-“
Hizashi was cut off as another bunny ran over “Eraser are you ok?” The purple bunny was back.
“I’m fine, Mind Trap. Just a cut. It’s mostly, just an inconvenient location.” Eraser grimaced as he shifted
“Let me look at it. Do you have any first aid supplies? It should definitely be cleaned who knows what was on...that.”
Hizashi could tell Eraser was trying to down play the injury a lot and thought it best to not mention the knife.
“Yeah we have a first aid box. I’ll go grab it.” And with that Mind Trap was off again
Eraser pulled the cloth away from the stab wound and Hizashi got his first good look at the injury. It was already red and inflamed. Not a good sign. “I hope that box has hydrogen peroxide.” Hizashi grumbled. “You’re gonna want to get out of that body suit it needs sewn and it’s probably just irritating the wound. Do you want me to grab someone to help you or uh would you like my help?” Hizashi suddenly fully registered what was happening and that he didn’t know this man. So said man might not think it except able to strip in front of Hizashi, even though it was his job. He rubbed the back of his neck.
Eraser snorted. “I can manage, can you grab my sweatpants from my vanity?”
“Uh yeah which is yours?” He asked glancing around.
“All the way at the end on the left. It has my name you’ll find it.” And with that Eraser started to wiggle, painfully, out of his body suit.
Hizashi set off to retrieve the sweatpants. Locating the sweats was easy. They where just thrown onto the vanity that said Eraser, no searching required. As he quickly made his way back Hizashi saw that Mind Trap was back at Eraser’s side. “Did you find the first aid kit?”
“Yeah. Here ya go.” Mind Trap handed over a fairly big box and Hizashi was glad to see a bottle of hydrogen peroxide.
“Do you want to put the sweats on now or uh” Hizashi faltered as he finally looked directly at Eraser who was sitting there in just a jockstrap. Hizashi cleared his throat and while still taking in Erasers broad and muscular form continued “I can’t guarantee that the peroxide won’t run.” Eraser was very hot. He had a strong jawline, a bit of stubble, and the most gorgeous eyes, following the lines of Eraser’s body Hizashi took in Erasers muscle. The body suit did not do well at showing off his muscle. Why didn’t Hizashi realize earlier how broad Eraser’s chest and shoulders are?
“I’ll wait on the pants then.” Eraser replied “Mind Trap? Don’t you have to be back on the floor?” After a hesitant nod Eraser gave a soft smile “Go I’ll be fine. Can you let Nezu and Grand Torino Know that I got injured out back?”
Mind trap nodded again but gave a weary look to Hizashi and whispered a bit too loudly for Hizashi not to hear “You gonna be ok?”
Eraser laughed and tussled Mind Trap’s hair “I’ll be fine, go.”
With one more look at Hizashi Mind Trap reluctantly left.
Hizashi knelt in front of Eraser again “Ok move the cloth.” Hizashi pulled a clean cloth from the first aid kit and opened the peroxide. Once the dirty cloth was removed Hizashi placed the clean one under the cut and brought the peroxide to just above the cut. “Heads up. This is gonna hurt like a bitch.” And without letting Eraser respond he pored the Peroxide on the cut.
“Son of a bitch!” Eraser shouted. And Hizashi pushed the clean cloth that was also now covered in peroxide onto the cut applying pressure. “God damn that hurts.”
Hizashi chuckles. “I did warn you.”
“Fuck you.” Eraser said with no real anger or even fight in his voice. It almost sounded like he was about to laugh
“I’ll hold this for a little longer then bandage you up but you’ll want to hold the cloth till everything is ready.” Hizashi tried to not let his eyes wonder but it was hard to keep his eyes steady just going between the cloth and Eraser’s face with Eraser’s jock strap right there almost next to his face as he knelt on the ground. “So,” Hizashi started to distract himself “Did you know those guys?” He shifted the wait on his knees.
“They may have been patrons but I don’t remember ever seeing them.” He took a deep breath “the stinging has faded you’re probably safe to start getting the bandage ready” Eraser’s hand covered his.
“Yeah,” Hizashi slipped his hand out from under Eraser’s and began prepping the bandage. “Ok ready?” He help up the prepped bandage.
Eraser nodded and moved the cloth.
Hizashi carefully placed the bandage over the wound. Eraser tensed as Hizashi’s hands brushed over the injury, once it was secured Hizashi raised himself on to the couch.
Eraser looked at the, now stained, bandana sitting on his leg as he placed the other stained cloth next to it. “Sorry about staining your bandana. I can wash it for you. See if I can get the stain out of it.”
“Uh sure. But don’t worry too much is was pretty cheep. I’m just happy I could help you out. Prove I’m not only useful for my good looks” Hizashi joked.
This actually got a laugh out of Eraser.
Hizashi smiled. “Well if you’re gonna keep my bandana, how about I take you out to lunch Friday? You know, so you can return it and I can check up on you. For completely scientific reasons of course!”