Chapter 1: I Like it Better After Midnight [Prelude]
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Dear Gentle Reader...
Really, hello to everyone drifting over from my main fic, After Midnight, a Love & Deepspace Alternate Universe story that focuses around all of the LI's and MC with the world of Nightclubs, Stripping, Nudity, Angst, Love and Sex!
Honestly, I've had so, so much fun writing After Midnight and I'm so grateful for all of the love, kudos, comments, inspired works, and suggestions that have come from it. It's been something that has been brining me a lot of enjoyment and amusement and I'm so happy to share it with you all and everyone who has given it a chance.
So, Niks, why then are you dropping in another work titled After Midnight: Backstage?
That's easy, mostly, I'm pretty much obsessed with my own AU/fic. Only half joking there. Really, I wanted a place where I could dump in behind the scenes (hence the name Backstage) side stories, side or extra/additional content, and shenanigan ideas that may not really fit into the main story arc but fits into this universe and world. They may be exploratory character pieces or world building background or honestly just shit posting drabbles. Or doesn't have enough development to become a full chapter. May focus on side characters or interactions with main cast. While I love all the side characters involved so far, especially Tara our little catalyst, supportive, chaos gremlin - I still want the main story to focus on the core 6.
In some cases it may be SPOILER HEAVY if you haven't read the main story, like, for instance if I shared an alternate ending to a chapter that I cut out after a re-read. I'll put big bold warnings on those.
I have a main story arc I am following and already a messy outline for more. Right now I've already been contemplating and debating myself, trying to decided if once the main story gets where its going, if I keep adding to it under the same title (the one we're in now - After Midnight), or I branch it into a new work with it's new themes and content (which is where I'm leaning - After Midnight: Rendezvous as a follow up season). But you can let me know your feedback, you all are after all part of this engagement.
You can think of this first chapter as a welcome, an intro, a forum also if you want to share anything you may want to see; suggestions, or even requests. I don't promise anything, buuut, ya never know.
Actually, you the readers, could help me - for an upcoming/future chapter. Drop me in comments your best or unhinged "Thirst Tweets" about our lovely, sexy, boys. I may just use some (with your permission and credits of course) in the chapter when it arrives!
Here's a peek at what my first notes were when I started to write After Midnight months ago:
The IDEA
- beautiful stripper boys...think magic mike but non of that shit yellow sepia tone. more like the boys trip one, fun, chaos, shenanigans. i just need all the boys to be boys acting up together bein chaotic besties and the drama of that too, mc in the middle of it all, being loved by em all.
Sylus - owner/boss cus obvs
Caleb - new dancer/old childhood friend - zayne got caleb the gig
Rafayel - dancer, promo
Zayne - dancer, med - keeps everyone in shape/childhood friend
Xavier - dancer - lumiere is his stage name
Still keeping evol and sort of relationships in place/aspects of cards and storyline. But more of a au timeline all 5 in it
Each first chapter a new boy/showXavier you realize youve been on a date with and hes neighbor
Show time planning/timing
2 shows fri-sun, guys arrive around 9pm to prep/1hr,
first show 1000pm show time 90min - ends 11:30pm
1hr break 1130-1230
2nd show 1230am - 2am end
weekday shows - same as first show and prep time of weekends.
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chapter ideas:
Rafayel - out shopping gets crowded, saved by mc, has a general date-ish vibe, buys her replacement panties - later text sexy about em
Xavier - casual date, then finds out hes lumiere. Drunk tara shenanigans xav helps mc into apt. Thats where she puts it together
“Xavier… you’re Lumiere, aren’t you?”
“What” he gasped a little too quickly and shifted “I mean…why would you think that? I dont even know who you’re talking about”
“I know you’re lying. If you didn’t know you would have said ‘who’ off the bat with that deep puzzled voice of yours”
Xavier's reveal as Lumiere had been early imagined so differently from where we ended up.
But seriously, thank you all, so, so, soooooooooo much for all the love you've given After Midnight. Seeing repeat commentors makes my heart flutter. I giggle so hard sometimes at some of your commentaries. I absolutely adore seeing how you would react if you were in MCs shoes, or try speculate what's coming next, how a chapter made you feel. The feedback I've gotten to help it be better. I also appreciate you all sticking through my terrible grammar. Most of all I've really appreciated how much you all seem to vibe and enjoy how I characterize everyone. I think that's my biggest success in all of this, making sure each LI Main has his own unique personality, perspective, and interactions. I want all of them to be able to stand on their own and out from each other. When I get comments about how well I've written X Character or that it was so them, I feel really relieved and a bit proud. I'm really glad when you read the characters it feels like it could really be them.
In a way this first chapter is a little love letter and letter of appreciation to you. <3
Thank you all again from the bottom of my chaotic little unhinged heart.
R. Niks - niksxtra
Chapter 2: Interference Alternate [Xavier - NSFW]
Summary:
SPOILER ALERT
Even though it is an alternate ending, it still is a bit of a Spoiler. If you haven't read up to Chapter 27 of After Midnight, this may not make any sense.Read at your own discretion. Otherwise, this is angsty quick smut.
Characters: Xavier, MC, Rafayel[ !TAGS| CW! ]
NSFW - explicit sexual content. clothed sex, condom use, orgasm denial, cockblocking
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After Midnight: Chapter 27 - Interference [Xavier Alternate Ending]
He murmured with a breath and another kiss near your lips. Then another as his arms shifted pulling you over his lap. One hand slipping down to your hip, the other up into your hair and the back cradle of your head. Kisses traveled over the path of your tears before pulling away with a heavy exhale of warm breath across your exposed collar bone. Blue eyes scanning up to your face as your eyes, still glistening with emotions, flickered back and forth. His lashes fluttered as you trailed your nails into silver hair behind his ear.
“Xavier…What are you doing?” voice was ultra soft as you stared down at him, settling in his lap.
“I want to make you feel better, forget about the hurt, please let me.” his eyes focused on yours clear and intent.
“Is that the only reason, or is there something more?” you leaned in pressing a kiss to his nose. “Are you trying to make yourself feel better too?”
“Yes.” he exhaled, resting forehead to yours, flattening the tufts of his bangs “I know his place made more sense than mine. But I can’t help feel that pang. That he’s gotten to play house with you, while I’ve been the one taking the brunt of Caleb’s frustration. And that I miss you. How I want to be the one to make you feel comforted, to feel better.” Xavier leaned in kissing you.
“We shouldn’t… this is still Rafayel’s home Xavier.”
Xavier’s hand had caressed its way from your hip to your leg and under the length of your sun dress. Skin prickled as his touch slipped further and further up your leg. How you could feel him start to press into you from underneath jeans. Soft sound pulled from your lungs as kisses of comfort merged into something more. Mentally you knew you shouldn’t. They already had a delicate balance between them. Body trembled like a traitor under his touch and the way his forearm moved under your dress. His fingers stroking up into the building wet between your thighs. How just Xavier's touch could work you up so quickly. Groan pulled past his lips as your hips involuntarily ground against his fingertips and the growing tension underneath denim.
“It’s a good thing I brought you panties, the ones you’re wearing are already wet.”
“Xavier… we don’t have a...” you swallowed a moan to keep it from breaking, to keep from giving in so easily to his strokes.
“I do.”
Xavier shifted, dropping his hand from your hair and reaching into his back pocket. Hips rocked upward and into you amid the shifting weight of his seated frame. His fingers, under the cover of your dress, gentle in their exploration and teasing strokes. With a one handed shift he pulled out his wallet and flipped it open. Freeing the condom from a back fold. You gasped watching the foil wrapper tumble free and land glinting in your lap. Lashes fluttering against flushed cheeks as you looked him over with silent question.
“Tell me you want this. You want me.” His eyes searched yours, already hungry for more friction, for more of you “or tell me to stop, right now.”
“Xavier, please” you pressed into his mouth with a heavy kiss “please make me feel better.”
There was another rustle of movement as Xavier picked up the foil packet and held it between his teeth tearing it open. Fingers working the rolled latex out as you whined when his stroke left your already wet core. With a shift Xavier pushed you down towards his knees and bunched your sun dress bottom hemline up to your thighs. Action clearing his field of vision. His large hands worked quickly to undo his jeans and work his already firm cock free. Rolling the protection down his shaft with practiced ease. Swallowing thickly Xavier looked back up at you as his hands claimed your hips under your dress. His fingers work to push panties aside for access. Dragging already parted thighs over him all the way until he felt his head slip in a little against your wet folds. Lips found yours with need as he swallowed down the sound that broke in your throat. The way you cried out over him as he claimed you to the end with one smooth stroke upward. Rolling your hips against him keeping him deep as coarse silver hair above his shaft tickled against your clit.
Arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders. Fingers rushed into his hair as his pace increased and the friction swelled. A sharp yelp left your lips as you pulled back and lifted your hips off of him. Metallic teeth of his jean’s zipper had rubbed sharply against the soft skin of your inner thigh. Biting into flesh with a cold sting of pain. Muttering an apology against your throat his hand moved from your hip and tugged the jeans down further. Both of your lower bodies fully covered by the folds and creases of your fanned out sun dress. Settling down again you rocked against Xavier's lap. One of his hands moved to cup your backside and hip to pull you forward and back against him. Keeping himself buried deep inside as you rocked over him. Free hand moved back under and worked tight quick circles against your clit. Mouth traveling the length of your neck and bare shoulder over the dress strap.
In a matter of minutes with Xavier’s pointed attention you were folded over his chest. Arms wrapped tight into his hair and shoulders. Crying out in pleasure and whimpers of sound as you came. His hips never stopped their motion as he thrust upward with strong even pulses. Thighs felt weak as you sagged into his lap. Huffing at every thrust. Kissing his jawline and lapping at the sweat building along his throat. Lashes shutting tight as bodies continued their friction and movement. Front door opened softly as Rafayel froze. Heart dropping into the pit of his stomach at the echoes of sound bouncing off the walls of his home. Teeth grit as he swallowed hard. Back pressed into the blank entry wall. Heart beat felt like it thumped twice as slow with the ache.
He knew there was a high probability that as things progressed there might have been a moment when he’d stumbled on you and Xavier. Rafayel just didn’t think it would happen now in his own home. Everything in his chest ached and it felt like his ribs were collapsing on themselves. Despite knowing you were dating and sleeping together it still got to him. Eyes closed tight as his head tipped back against the wall. Bags of dinner clutched in his closed fists. Trying to ignore the sounds of you together. Somewhere between the cries of your orgasm and Xavier’s grunts, something awoke. Dark itch of curiosity starting to root in. Embedding itself into places it shouldn’t be. Feeding on the lust, on the heartache, on desire. Gorging itself until Rafayel was left questioning how loudly you would scream taking both of them. Who you’d cling to. Who you’d cry louder for as he staked his claim alongside Xavier. Biting his inner cheek, Rafayel shook the thoughts away. This wasn’t that moment. As Xavier’s voice muttered low and guttural about being close, Rafayel kicked the door shut with effort. Pulling on that playful mask he wore like a pro. Something he’d learned a long time ago in the Club.
“Back with dinner. Though it might be a little lukewarm, there was a situation getting home.”
As your orgasm started to wane and Xavier built up towards his, the sound of the front door made you freeze. Panic chilled through your veins. The clatter of keys, shoes being kicked into a cubby, and the rustling of take-out bags. Rafayel was home. Lips fell open in a silent gasp as you shifted against Xavier. His grip tightening, his eyes wide as if pleading for you not to leave him so close to the edge. Anxiety and guilt surged, you shouldn’t have done this. Should have waited until you were home again or at Xavier’s instead of Rafayel’s. Squirming like a flighty deer you broke out of Xavier’s hold and bolted. Xavier was left wanting and unfulfilled. Rafayel heard the bathroom door shut soundly as he crossed the living space towards the kitchen. Setting the bags containing dinner for the three of you on the counter he turned his chin over his shoulder.
“Got you some extra kabobs since I know how much you enjoy meat.”
Rafayel gave Xavier a look, a twitch at the corner of his lips, there under that faux smile of his settled something petty and vindictive. Xavier shifted on the sofa with his leg crossed over his knee after wrestling himself back into his jeans. Still painfully hard and aching under denim. Watching Rafayel he knew. Knew that the other man had walked in and caught them. Xavier’s chest huffed as he tried to calm the excess energy in his body. Realizing Rafayel had intentionally cockblocked him and denied his orgasm.
“You’ll probably want to clean up once our little cutie is finished in the bathroom.” Rafayel hummed a sound dismissively and busied himself with setting out the take out dishes family style across his island.
A new sort of energy electrifying the air, another shift in the dynamics.