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It had been a long while since I had any alliend13 work posted here.


Having witnessed a past piece they did featuring the Cooper boy himself, I had a certain desire to see Sly drawn again alongside Carmelita as I wanted to write another interpretation of that iconic though somewhat a bit uneven scene from Sly 4. What if things were a bit more equal, romantic and sexy? What if they had both danced together instead?


Alliend13 delivered on that with perhaps one of the absolute best thing he's drawn for me so far. The fur, the composition, the colors, the outfits, their gaze, it's a magnificent and downright impressive piece of work, worthy of all the praise. If you like this and want to commission them down the line, they have their price sheet right here. https://www.deviantart.com/alliend1.....ion-1081529376


And if you like my tales, do know I have a Patreon that you can check out right here. https://www.patreon.com/incredibleintruder

Now how come those two are dancing together? Read on and find out!


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DANCERS INFILTRATION


Carmelita sure seemed furious about this.



Bentley's plan certainly was a bold one and she was gracious enough to go along with it though she obviously objected. Reaching the vault undetected would prove near-impossible without a potent distraction, the guards looking tough and numerous. Fending them off, those baboons possibly raising the alarm would wreck all their objectives and thus did they need something that would be good enough for them to look upon, to lose their focus on.



And that's why Carmelita was dressed in a bedlah, shaking it like a belly dancer.



Sly most assuredly did not oppose it, the beautiful Carmelita Montoya Fox, the object of his desire and affection, had been a touch irritated for a while that seemed neither long nor short...though was aggravating all the same. Their relationship was in a rough patch and he did try to make amend, their arguing during a mission to preserve his bloodline and time itself certainly not the best occasion to air their dirty laundry. Seeing her like this, half-flustered and part angry seemed almost like just desserts to him, although a certain side of him did feel guilty that he was enjoying both her looks and her discomfort on almost-even levels.



He did love her, more than he could say and he knew he was to blame...but those nights in which they became intimate, close and were tender to one another seemed a touch distant, a certain ache that arose when he saw her filling this bedlah so insanely well. The pantaloons, the veil, the top with coins, the jewelry, the sash...it made her look stunning and as she performed baladi surprisingly well, for a novice that is, he couldn't help but stare longingly at this splendid, splendid woman.



“Sly, we have a problem,” Bentley whispered, Carmelita's own dance having barely begun, less than a minute passing as he held a strange-looking device aimed toward the baboon guards. The brain behind their many plans and operations, including this one, seemed worried as he pointed at one guard in particular who did not seem to be as completely mesmerized as the others. “I detect someone not trapped in the charm of our vulpine friend. It seems like his own sexual proclivities lays elsewhere if my readings are correct.”



“You...you built a gay-dar?” Sly asked, incredulous and yet he did look and noticed that there was one who looked away not in disgust so much as disinterest. If even one of them wasn't positively hypnotized by what was on display, that could ruin their chances for all of this to work. “Quick, Murray...you need to do like we did in ancient Japan and don a costume. Go join her!”



“No can do, Sly,” Bentley said, shaking his head as Salim al-Kupar joined him, crossing his arms below his chest. Murray seemed to be rather distraught, looking forward to shaking it, yet Bentley seemed adamant about his position on the subject. “We only got one set of clothes and it won't fit him. Salim is too old, I literally cannot walk and out of everyone here you'd fit them the most. Plus, to be objective, you are the best-looking.”



“If I were thirty years younger I'd go dazzle them, but suffice to say those days are long gone for me,” Salim responded, throwing a masculine bedlah towards his descendant. Blue pantaloons, a facial veil, an open bolero vest, golden jewelry and a sash as they very strangely fitted his own vestments patterns in terms of colors. “Quick, put them on or else we'll lose the opportunity!”



“...you planned this, didn't you?” Sly said as he removed his cap, vest and everything else to wear that rather revelatory but particularly sensual getup. Raising an eyebrow at the dubious nature of this arrangement, he looked upon Bentley as the turtle could be surprisingly devious on occasion.



“I always plan for as many contingencies as I can, Sly. Now go!” Bentley said as this statement was accompanied with Murray gently but firmly pushing Sly forward. Sly figured that hesitation would not give much result, slowness a luxury they couldn't afford as Salim, Bentley and Murray could probably open the vault without him. It was showtime, apparently, as he went on to sigh, then took a proper stance on the tip of his toes before going for hunting steps towards Carmelita and the guards.



He said naught a word, yet the reactions of many did make this sordidly amusing as the lone guard whose sexuality was different did eye him with the utmost interest. As Sly shook his shoulders and bumped one hip upward, darting his hand towards it in a tantalizing gesture, his own gaze was upon Carmelita as despite it all, there was the benefit of getting closer to the harem girl herself. His pectoral and abdominal muscles on display, his veil subtly hiding a smirk on his face, she eyed him with disbelief at first as the idea was a duel or a duo...whatever would work better under these circumstances.



A true miracle was on display here as though she did lose the beat for a split-second, she caught up in no time as she shimmied her hips, the coins upon her sash dangling and jingling to those piston-motions. She eyed him, her thick veil not doing much to hide a thin little smirk upon her lips as if this was not only just desserts...but did make this entire situation far more tolerable to her. Carmelita's gaze did wander upon his form, certainly enjoying what she saw as the clapping of the guards encouraged them to go on.



No words were exchanged, bodies speaking eloquently as Sly knew how to dance, yet not baladi per-se. His perfect equilibrium and how he had learned to isolate parts of his body for escape through multiple scenarios did help as his hip-control was perfectly decent. A brush forward from his right hip, a small stop and then three bumps while he returned it backward. All while taking a step forward, then disengaging with a twirl backward afterward. He couldn't quite shimmy like Carmelita, but he did have a good handle on his stomach as he sucked his belly in, then pushed it out slowly, sensually.



Any hope for cooperation vanished as Carmelita eyed Sly with a certain challenging notion within her eyes, though a kind of hunger could be witnessed as well. Her sour mood was gone, replaced with not just pride but also excitement. Her expression was most easy to read, her stare telling the story of her liking what she saw, with her lifting her arms and then shimmying away from him, stepping backward with the tiniest of distances. Her gaze was upon him the entire time, her arms getting higher in the air as she crossed her wrists, then rested them behind her head. The cheers from the guards nourished their ego, their playfulness and their sensuality while neither Sly nor Carmelita seemed to register that the others had started their work on the vault.



She defied him to try and upstage her, that much was clear as he smiled genuinely for a moment, then mischievously as he went on to roll his stomach. His gestures suggested a push forward as he stepped on ahead, one hand floating below his chest and then caressing his abdominal muscles, trailing down to his waist. One roll, then one hip circle as while the latter weren't perfect, a bit too tight in their axis, they were visible enough for whistling and clapping to accompany as whether they were all secretly bisexual, just impressed or maybe both it did not deter them from appreciating the view. Sly got closer to Carmelita, eyeing her in a way that he hadn't in a certain amount of time: with hunger, with desire.



Carmelita was ever a touch less in contact with her emotions, but she did notice Sly's own and she was thankful for the veil hiding her blush as by god was he magnificent. Both dancers were lost upon the other's form as Carmelita tried to upend Sly by going for hip circles, yet hers were far wider and more elegant. Her hands hovered around her hips and waist, fingers waving around like serpents before then rising. Her wrists turned, her hand changed direction and pose as she beckoned for him, potent seduction on display as the guards were enraptured by what they saw, both a performance and a show.



Yet as Sly went on to go for a few hip twists, advancing upon the tip of his toes she twirled away, teasing him with some more shimmies as this was a taunt from the Interpol officer. This time he had to catch her and it only ignited his passion as he went for an arabesque, trying to circle around her as the thief got to her side. A haughty little look, a challenge accepted as he crossed his arms below his chest, then swayed his hips while glancing sideways to her. She responded in kind, palms clasped and arms in front of her bust as the two were lost in this entire show.



It was a magical moment, this entire turn-of-events somewhat making them bond through the most uncanny situation. They both looked very good and they knew it as Sly caught the fact that Bentley, Murray and Salim had completed their job, heading within the vault without them. The distraction needed to go on for a little longer as he eyed Carmelita, the vixen having witnessed and realized the same thing too. Her anger gone, her reticence evaporated, she bumped Sly with her hip as she winked in a teasing fashion. The duel and duet was still going and they might as well enjoy the ride just as the guards did. And when this would be done, both had the same impulse and desire within them, to perform a very different kind of dance together.



When they'd be alone...