Savage Love

*I decided to rewrite the song "Savage Love" as a fanfic. Im writing based on how I perceive the song, so sorry if you don't agree!!*

TW: sExUaL sTufF, language, dirty talk

The club was dark and humid. Strippers danced around the room, most of them men, as it was a gay club. Harry sat in a booth watching a young brunette swing around on a pole. He was mediocre at best, and definitely not the Harry's taste. Harry then saw a redhead walking his way, a short boy with pretty brown eyes and lots of freckles. The boy didn't appeal to Harry, but he looked very similar to Ron Weasley, his good friend, which was probably part of the lack of appeal. The ginger walked passed him, and he was left to observe the area again. Then, the brunette hopped off the pole and strutted away, leaving the pole empty. Harry's eyes widened and he sat up straight in his seat when he saw who came out next. A gorgeous tall blonde, with a firm muscly build, and lanky frame. He was dressed in a lacy corset, with a hell of a lot of straps that clipped to his arms and legs, and those clips led to knee high skin tight stilettos. The man grinned as cash helplessly rained on him before he even started dancing. Harry could tell he was a favorite. The gorgeous blonde hooked one leg around the pole, rolling up and off, and twisting back. He slid up the pole, then quickly dropped, landing in a semi-split. Harry sat up further in his chair, shoving his glasses up on his nose. This guy was no amateur. He was astounding, he seduced Harry without speaking a word. It only took half a minute before Harry tossed a rolled up wad of cash at the man. He was tempted to walk up so he could tuck cash into the outfit, but he didn't have the balls.

The blonde turned slightly, arching his back and flipping back on the pole. The movement led him to make direct eye contact with Harry, who could only stare at the immaculate man before him. He grinned and raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk hinting at his lips. Harry leaned forward, watching the man swing around the pole without breaking eye contact with Harry. He watched The man loop a leg around the pole and drop on his knees, rolling out on his heels and showing his arched back. Harry's eyes widened as the blonde stood up, bowed, and blew kisses to the crowd. He walked off the stage, grabbing a small robe and slipping a tip to both the DJ, and the security guard. So he was that kind of person. Harry grinned. He liked this guy.

•••

He sat around bored as he watched more so-so dances. Nothing came close to the blonde, and Harry found himself dissatisfied and disappointed. That was a first.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye he saw the blonde walking toward him. He straightened up, smoothed his hair down, and shoved his glasses up. The blonde grinned, tossing his robe aside.

"Saw you eying my dance moves." Said the blonde playing with Harry's tie.

"Do you blame me? You're gorgeous." Mumbled Harry staring at the angelic body of the stranger.

"That's sweet. Y'know you tossed a lot of money up on my stage." Said the blonde straddling Harrys lap between his legs. Harrys breath hitched watching the man smirk and lick his lips. "I'm Draco in case you were wondering." He said rolling his hips forward and grinding into Harry's lap.

"Fuck...I'm...Harry." He said watching Draco roll forward again. The blonde grinned, grabbed his robe, and then pulled Harry up.

"I have an idea. You may or may not be open to it." Said Draco.

"Well you'd better tell me so I can decide." Harry mumbled.

Draco slid into the robe, concealing his outfit except for the boots. He looked less stripper-y. Harry wasn't sure if he liked it.

"Dinner. And a movie." Said Draco leaning in close to Harry. "You in?"

"Is that allowed?" Gulped Harry. Draco was much taller and leaner than him.

"Hell yeah baby." Said Draco with a smirk. The nickname turned Harry on.

Draco tugged Harry to the club exit, where a guard confronted him.

"I didn't drug him Xavier, Jesus. You know I'm not like that. We're going to grab some food. You want anything?" Said Draco to the guard.

"I know Draco, just gotta make sure. And yeah, what are you getting?"

"No clue. I'll pick something."

"Just remember-"

"No seafood, no pineapple, and no cheeseburgers. I remember." Said Draco pulling Harry out the door.

"You get them dinner often?" Harry asked.

"If I have extra cash yeah. I get paid crazy well. Around 15,000 a night on weekends, and somewhere around 9,000 on weekdays. And they get paid shit so I usually tip them and buy them stuff." Draco said tugging him down the street.

Harry was in shock at the amount Draco was paid. But he was even more shocked at the kindness in the man. He seemed to genuinely care about the people he worked with. But he still had to ask:

"You're not gonna murder me right?" Harry mumbled.

"Wouldn't dream of it baby." Said Draco smirking and pulling him into a tiny restaurant. Harry reddened. He wanted Draco to keep calling him that.

There were small dining tables, and everything was colorful. Plaid table clothes Covered most of the tables, and the tile floor made the walls look brighter.Draco dragged Harry to a tiny booth where a young server yelped with joy.

"Mr. Malfoy is back!" She yelled running into the kitchen.

"You're known here?" Harry asked, amused.

"I come here often. It's a breakfast place. I hope that's ok. I love breakfast food. It shouldn't be breakfast food, it should just be food! I mean you don't eat a steak and think 'this is dinner food' but if you ate an omelet for dinner it immediately becomes breakfast for dinner!" Draco said. Harry snickered.

"I see you feel strongly about the subject."

"Indeed." Said Draco With a smile that made Harry's hear flutter.

The same waitress from earlier walked up, eagerly pulling out a pen and paper.

"The usual?" She asked Draco.

"I'll order my dish. And some coffee and water." He said with a grin. She nodded and scribbled something down. Harry flushed when she turned to him. He didn't have a clue what he wanted.

"Uh... I guess I'll have what he's having?" He said.

"Lovely choice." Said Draco.

"Your dish?" Questioned Harry.

"Given my stance on breakfast food, I bought a menu item here, and named it 'Food that you put into your mouth that is not specifically for breakfast." Said Draco with a huge smile. "It's eggs, a waffle, bacon, all that stuff."

"Wow." Said Harry beaming. Blush hinted at his cheeks as he laughed freely. This man was so different, and so kind, and so, so fucking hot.

•••

After eating they walked out into the streets of New York, looking in the windows of stores and laughing as they pranced down the street. Draco pulled Harry against a wall behind him.

"This ok?" He breathed. Harry could only nods as his lips slowly traced his collar bone. This man could have anything he wanted

Fin

*sorry bout the abrupt ending! I'm working on a bunch of longer stories to I figured I should post something shorter. Love u all!*