Celebration Time

[killingsoftly]

He didn't know how Doc had done it, but whatever he'd done, Devin was glad to be off the hook. The baby wasn't his and that made things so much easier.

"We should go out." He'd made the announcement with a relieved, bright smile. Of course, he mostly knew the clubs he'd played and while they might have good music, he wanted to get lost in it, music and movement and he only knew of one place for that in this town.

Fergus had found it somehow, god knows how. In a basement, but exceptionally well decorated. Velvet and iron, it bordered on goth, but goth with a decidedly gay edge. Straights were welcome, but the likelihood of boys or girls hooking up there was far more likely than boys and girls.

Devin ran it by Warren, hoping it would be okay after all the recent...issues. Then he pulled out his nicest leather pants, not the beaten up every day ones, but the ones he performed in. Gold hoops in his ears, lots of gel. He even pulled out the eyeliner. His shirt was green, matching his eyes, silk and nearly sheer. Finally done primping, he glanced over at Warren.

"Bout ready?"

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[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

"Sure..." It wasn't elegant, but it was about the best he could manage.

He was fairly sure his expression was more foolish grin than sexy smirk, and he damn well didn't care.

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Devin set their beers back on the bar. They'd be there or not when they got back. He took Warren's hand again, leading him to the dancefloor and never taking his eyes off of him.

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Warren followed, still a little breathless and focusing on the beat of the music and the warmth of Devin's hand in his. The shine of his shirt, the soft wave of hair that invited touching. Dance now, he reminded himself. Touch later.

There were definitely some envious glances, and one or two who looked as though they might try to cut in. It wasn't exactly clear whether they were aiming for Devin or Warren.

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Devin was all for touching and dancing at the same time, pulling Warren in close, hands settling on his hips as he found the rhythm of the beat and started to move.

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Warren had to figure it out. He'd never really been much for dancing, even with a girl, let alone a guy.

But, hell, he'd been with Devin for weeks now. Sleeping with him, making love to him, learning his movements and his habits. It was easier than he thought to move with him, settling into the rhythm of the music and the rhythm of his lover and some kind of very masculine, very strutting attitude.

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Devin loved the attitude, smiling at him, as close as he could be with their clothes on. Movement and music were his arena to shine, and he knew what he was doing, though for now they weren't doing much beyond moving together in a rhythm suggestive of other things.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

It was easier after the first minute or two. And only someone with a good eye for interaction or who knew them would see that he was following Devin's lead.

It was the first time in a while that he'd enjoyed putting on the dangerous bad-boy air. The attitude of male strength, machismo, whatever they called it. Broad chest and shoulders and head high, curved muscles and tanned skin and moving to the music with feral grace.

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Devin's brand of bad-boy was less machismo, more otherworldly with the feel of dancing on a rapier's edge. His fingers slid up Warren's side to trace the line of his jaw, to stroke the red streak. He was in his element here, less child, more hunter of the shadows with just enough mystery shrouding his face to appeal, to hint that he was something more than just a pretty face on a slender body.

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It took Warren's breath away, though he kept in stride, just to see Devin like that. To see the danger there, part of what had drawn him to him in the first place and yet the day to day of living with him had settled it under, somewhat.

And he didn't mind, really. He loved the daily waking up rituals, the cozy domesticity of making food together or curling up on the couch or running errands.

But times like this, Devin reminding everyone who and what he was, even if they couldn't put a name to it. He was glorious, and he was wonderful, and Warren appreciated every moment.

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Devin smiled at him slow and soft, fingers playing in his hair some more. It felt good to slide back in to a familar skin. He loved the domesticity, but sometimes wondered where he was under it all, the newness sliding over him and not always fitting as well as he wanted it to.

This fit, was familiar, and sometimes he needed a taste of that.

The song ended and slid into another, faster, a bit more pulsing.

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Warren ceded control to him, tacit and without losing an inch of his proud strut. This was the Devin who amazed him the first time, who drew him into a world that awed him and drove him wild and even scared him a little bit.

It flickered through his mind that they should come out and do this more often. Definitely.

He let Devin pretty much do what he want, touch where he wanted. Under his spell, and happy to be there.

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Faster meant separating just a bit, a small smile on his lips and a chance to show off some moves. He kept a hand on Warren, kept his eyes locked on his. Dancing was in his blood and he was effortless at it.

He finally noticed they were being watched, though some couples were only into their partners, as it should be. But there were plenty who were trolling and had noticed.

He opened up, reaching out for the energy in the room, his eyes darkening a bit.

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Warren's eyes widened, lips parting, and his grace faltered for a second. He mouthed holy shit rather than saying it, watching with startled amazement and the first sparks of renewed desire. He couldn't have looked away if he'd wanted to.

Not that he wanted to. Maybe the comfort of routine was good at the beginning of the relationship? Especially as many pitfalls as they'd had, but goddamn. Devin, like this, and he wondered how he'd lasted even this long. The idea that he was straight flew right out the window. This was power, and sex, and danger, and everything that raced along his skin and tied him to the half-Sidhe. Pulling him on ragged emotion and desire alone.

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Devin felt like he was almost glowing, the place had so much to drink from, and he'd been so very hungry and depriving himself. He felt Warren's spike, saw it in his eyes and his smile widened as he reached out to brush fingers over Warren's skin lightly.

There was a spin in there somewhere from sheer joy that managed to be graceful and not even slightly lessen the danger as he pulled Warren back in close.

"Mine."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

"Uh-huh." It was breathless, and warm, and his eyes flickered over his mouth, his face, remembering exactly what that mouth had done to him.

He managed to keep moving. Even managed to keep a modicum of grace but the dominance was gone, slid away under the restless fire and the awareness of just how young he was, and that it didn't mean a damn thing because he would gladly learn from Devin's experience, oh yes. Fall to his knees and worship.

Dive right into the fire and be burned up, just to be with him.

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Devin kept moving, weaving his spell around the room, 'til he made sure he had everyone's attention. But he ignored everyone but Warren, at least consciously. Unconsciously, he played them all, drinking until he was lost in the music and the heat and it was only Warren's eyes that anchored him in his physical body.

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He thought they might have been spinning, or turning. Wasn't sure. His world was Devin's gaze, Devin's heat licking at his body. Somehow his mouth was an inch away from his, and he was barely aware of moving closer.

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It was possible the music stopped, but Devin wasn't sure. There were lips he loved, so very close and he wound his fingers tight in Warren's hair as he closed the rest of the distance, lips melding over Warren's.

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They went from two to one, arms around him, hands pressing into the material of his shirt and feeling the strength beneath. It wasn't a kiss, it was a searing sensation and a little control reasserted itself when he realized he was going to catch on fire if he didn't damp down something.

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Devin seemed to sense it, pulling back, watching him.

"Beer?"

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

"Yeah..." He grinned. Half-smirked, breathless. "Beer sounds good."

Anything liquid sounded good right about then.

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Devin wound his fingers through Warren's in a possessive grip, heading them toward the bar and ordering new beers as the others had disappeared.

He wrapped one arm around Warren's waist, fitting himself to him and nuzzling at his jaw.

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Warren let his eyes half-close, tilting his head for Devin's touch and just concentrating on breathing right now.

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"Mine.." It was more a breath than a word, over skin.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

"All yours..." Warren breathed, still giddy just off what they'd been doing, been dancing.