So, one day I was looking at this picture I found on instagram (no idea who drew it, sorry) when I'm like, "HOLY CRAP THIS WOULD BE A COOL STORY IDEA!" So, me being me, I just started writing and decided to post this story before I had second thoughts. Please tell me if you liked it and if you want it continued. I must say, I've never really written a story without a plan in mind, but I have no freaking clue where this is gonna go. So, tell me what you think!

Disclaimer: I have no ownership of Fairy Tail. If I did, Natsu and Lucy would have their thirty babies by now :)

Natsu walked into the large room, letting the thumping bass in the music fill him up. Closing his eyes, he breathed in the air, filled with the thick smell of cheap perfume and cologne, and calmly breathed out. He was working the floor tonight instead of one of the back rooms. He looked to his side and found Gray coping his ritual.

"You ready?" He asked, fiddling with his vest. The uniform for the diamonds had to wear consisted of an ice blue shirt left unbuttoned, and a black vest with dark brown pants. He scratched the corner of his eye where a small black diamond decorated his cheek.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Natsu snapped as he fell into his fiery persona. In reality the two boys, though they argued a lot, were pretty good friends. However, in the club they were enemies and so they tended to treat each other as such out of habit. The cool demeanor of a diamond was supposed to piss off the passion the hearts so openly displayed.

"Lets just go," Gajeel grumbled behind them, shoving the two boys forward. He was wearing the typical joker outfit; A dark suit with checkered sleeves and a red dress shirt, a black tie adorning his neck to finish it off. His pierced face helped add to the mischievous and darker air he was supposed to create around him.

"Where's Jellal and Elfman?" Natsu pulled on the chokers that were starting to strangle him. The uniform for the hearts looked different from the rest, since instead of a suit he wore a red t-shirt that clung to his muscled chest with a black jacket on top. The jacket, which looked to be made of leather, has a soft white lining on the inside and was covered with silver buttons and buckles. On his neck he wore two chokers, one red and one black, and the same pattern for his fingerless gloves. As for pants they all had to wear regular black trousers.

"Elfman is already out there and Jellal ran out on us," Gajeel reported as he continued to push the boys to the door. Outside they could hear try-hard giggles and drunken confessions from their "guests". They all took one more breath of the (relatively) clean air before stepping out through the doors.

"And here we go," Gray mumbled. He peeled away from their small group and disappeared into the maze of tables. Gajeel and Natsu split apart in the same fashion that Gray did.

Good-bye, Natsu. Hello Heart.

"Oh Gray, you're so cool!" Squealed yet another girl. Gray smirked in reply, stretching his arms out and around the women surrounding him. The one to his right was stroking his chest and her long nails were starting to cause him extreme discomfort. The one to his left was trying to discreetly feel up his leg, but the woman at his feet caught her act and was throwing out elbow jabs every time she got close to a certain...area.

"Cooler than this?" Gray clasped his hands together and mumbled an incantation. He opened them to revel a rose made completely of ice, giving it to the screeching girl. She almost fainted from excitement but was able to stay conscious. The other women around him shot her jealous looks; Gray was momentarily worried for her safety when she left. However, they were distracted by a new threat that came waltzing up to the group.

"You know what would be cooler?" The woman asked. Gray suppressed an agitated moan at the sight of her. She was a regular to the club and her name was Ultear. She was dressed in a dark purple dress, the material standing out nicely against her pale skin, that had a v-neck plunging down to her belly button. Red lipstick and hair tied into loose pig tails expressed a duality to her nature; Much like the voice of Morgan Freeman, she could probably tell you that she killed your family slowly and painfully but you would still be entranced and calmed by her innocent appearance. For some reason, this deadly beauty has set her eyes on him.

"What?" Gray played along. She smirked as she strode up to him, whispering into his ear what she wanted him to do and sticking some green in his back pocket. He mentally sighed and turned around to say a quick apology to the women behind him.

"Sorry ladies. Duty calls," he winked. Pulling off his vest and shirt, he threw the warm material at them and led Ultear to the mass of grinding bodies that made up the main dance floor. In that mass he saw his fellow coworkers dancing with their "guests", at the mercy of the requests by the women (and a few men) that were slipping them money.

It's amazing what humans are willing to do to survive, Gray mused as they danced.

"Wow, Gajeel, you really did that?" A woman gasped in wonder and terror. Gajeel smirked in her direction and chuckled. Another had a wicked smile on her face and laughed along with him. A third was feeling up his muscles and skimming her fingers along his piercings.

"The guy had it coming for him," he shrugged, adding, "I always pay out punishments," with a wink at the ladies around him. They all giggled at his suggestive joke and crowded him even more. On the inside he was starting to freak out; Gajeel never was one for company, except for his cat Pantherlily. The girls around him was triggering his claustrophobia, but he just pushed it down.

"Well, Gajeel," one of them purred, tangling her fingers in his hair, "I haven't been a good girl lately..." she trailed off suggestively. The others echoed their agreements, sounding more like whiny parrots than grown up women. He chuckled again, loosening his tie with one finger and pulling out a pack of cards with another.

"Time for a punishment game, eh?" He smirked. They all squealed in delight and crowded even closer to him. Damn, I better get more money in tonight than usual, for all this crowding, he growled inside, keeping up his appearance on the exterior.

"THAT'S SO MAN!" Elfman yelled as the women (and some idolizing men) laughed. Currently he had a bench full of people lifted above his head while simultaneously participating in a drinking contest with the bartender Cana. He was quickly loosing, for no one could beat the drunken beast, and as he became drunker and drunker his outbursts became more frequent and funny.

"You're so strong, Elfman," one of the women sighed, eying the tightness of the sleeves on the Clubs uniform. He wore a green shirt that was probably a size too small (even though it was an extra large- lets face it, no shirt size could contain his muscles) and thus clung tightly to his arms and chest. He usually had a turtleneck black leather jacket with intersecting green buckles, but that seemed to had disappeared when he started the drinking contest. Green fingerless gloves were adorning his large hands and his baggy black pants were staring to slip lower, which was delighting the crowd surrounding him.

"Yeah, and your muscles are so...big," a man added, winking at him at the last part. On the inside Elfman shuddered. For one, he did NOT play on that team, but because of his job he had to treat all of his "guests" the same and do the same services. On the outside he put on a brave face and shouted.

"DUH, 'CAUSE I'M A MAN!" He threw up the bench he was still holding and caught it once again, the crowd roaring with delight and the people on the bench screaming in fright. He set down the bench and the people that were occupying it started to pull him toward the dance floor.

"Come on, let's dance!" Three girls practically glued themselves to his body and didn't really give him much of a choice in the matter. But, really, did anyone here have a choice anymore?

"Wow, Natsu!" The three girls around him clapped at his fire juggling skills. He smiled before swallowing the flames up and putting the clubs down. One of the women started to fan herself, her face looking pink, complaining, "Damn, its so hot!"

"That's the heat of my passion," Natsu replied smoothly. She smiled and giggled, snuggling into his side. Their hands were drifting all over his body and he could barley stop himself from hitting them away. One of them took a deep breath from her cigarette and put it out on the ashtray next to the couch. Natsu tried to contain his gag from the rancid smell. A fourth woman walked up from behind him and slid her arms around his neck and down his shirt.

"It's so hot, Natsu," she whispered into his ear. He shivered in disgust, but the woman took it as pleasure and desire than as its true meaning. He couldn't blame her though; all of the people here were selfish and full of themselves. That's why they were hanging out in a freaking host club than out with friends. "I don't know how you can stand it." She raked her nails over his abdomen.

"You're right, ladies, it is a bit warm in here," he turned up his internal temperature and allowed his magic to affect his clothing, effectively searing off his shirt as a result. His chest was glistening in what little light the club offered, appealing to the women surrounding him. They showered him with bills, discreetly being shoved into his pants pocket but they all knew they were doing it. The woman behind him kissed his neck and the one next to him let out a little huff of annoyance at the gesture. Geeze, women get jealous so easily, he thought to himself.

"I guess the flames of my love can't be contained sometimes," he kissed the hand of the jealous one, instantly making her face light up in joy. The third one, probably feeling left out at this point, crawled even closer to him, hand still exploring his body.

The feeling of disgust rose up in him again, one so fierce he almost couldn't contain it. Every night, him and his friends were subjected to this humiliating act, all for a couple of dollars to pay for food for the next day. Here these people were, allowing this to go on and enjoying every second of it because they had deluded themselves to think that these men actually gave a shit about them. Natsu wasn't one of the smartest people, probably since he never had a full education since he was little and abandoned by his parents, but when it came to normal people he knew one true fact. They were all selfish and incredibly ignorant to the horrible world around them. Natsu's dear friends held similar views on the matter, and never before in their lives have they meet anyone else that was able to sway their opinion on a grand scale.

The girls pressed closer to their entertainer, giggling in their ignorant bubbles. He put on a happy face and joked and flirted like he always did. All the while, he was wishing on an imaginary star to come and rescue him and his friends from this hell.

In an apartment somewhere else, Lucy Heartfilia took a moment from her writing to sneeze before continuing her work.

So, once again, PLEASE REVIEW! It's important to know if I'm a crap writer or not! Also, tell me if you see similar stories to this one, since I'm kinda curious to know if there are. And, if anyone is confused, the boys are working in a host/stripper joint. Kinda like Ouran High School Host Club meets a stripper club.

-NeverMakesSense