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]

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?"

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"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.

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

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Devin smirked and gave the room a challenging look then lounged back against the bar and sipped his beer.

"Nice place."

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Warren chuckled. "Yeah. We should come here more often, when we're in town."

He thought he was even regaining some of his equilibrium, and his old bravado.

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Devin grinned. "Oh yeah. That's a plan."

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Warren laughed, leaning back, settling back into his easy swagger, his casual bad-boy air of power.

God, though, Devin was still so fucking hot.

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Devin sipped at the beer, savoring it, savoring everything at having another chance to make things right with Warren.

The room was still pulsing, and he wondered how no one else saw it, felt it the way he did. It was as keen as a knife's edge and he just wanted to bask in it and the young man next tohim.

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Warren looked around a little more now, taking in the lights, the people.

The people staring at them. He hadn't been stared at this in... well, in a long time. In ever, really, considering he'd never been in a gay bar before. It was a little odd. Really flattering.

He took a sip off the beer, sighed happily. This was a damn good idea, and he told Devin so in a murmur over his cheek.

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Devin smiled, eyes warm and sparkling.

"I hoped you'd think so..." And that he wouldn't be put off by it. He noted the admiring glances sent their way, smiled at one or two people softly, with the perfect edge of the harmless flirtation of a happily taken man.

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Warren chuckled at Devin's little flirtations, one arm sliding around his waist anyway. Just to be sure people got that part of the message. Really.

"I like this place." He took another sip of beer. "Like the music. 's good to dance to..."

Or have vertical sex to. Whichever.

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Devin pressed closer to him in what really couldn't be called a snuggle with the air of danger he was exuding.

"We should get back to that when we finish our beer."

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"Mm-hmm..." Warren looked around, amused, at all the people who would probably love to see them get back to that.

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Devin lounged back against the bar, definitely in predator mode, and looked around as well, a small smile playing over his lips.

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Warren compormised between his old role of aloof and dangerous, the loner no one wanted to get close to and everyone wanted to play with, and his new role of being here with someone.

And that was still pretty new, as often as he'd gone with Devin to clubs. Half the time it was for work, and that was different.

Here, now, he didn't think he could have faked not being with Devin if he wanted to. He was so, so drawn to him. Amazed that Devin had chosen him. And maybe a little smirkingly possessive.

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Devin finished his beer, smiling over at Warren with a highly possessive look in his eye.

"Ready to head out there again?" A slower song had come on, softer, gentler, with couples smiling at each other as they took to the floor.

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"Definitely." Warren took the last sip, set his beer back down, smiling almost shyly at Devin.

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Devin smiled back, eyes flickering over Warren with that blatant appreciation, then led him out to the floor.

He pulled him close, swaying to the rhythm, though there was an impish look in his eyes as he settled a hand at Warren's waist.

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Warren wasn't quite sure where to put his hands, but he managed. Even with the impulse to grope Devin. That was just pure mischief, and probably out of place with the romantic tone the music seemed to be trying to strike.

Swaying was good. He could sway. Hips shifting a little, shoulders back, all proud and sensual and Latinate, almost.

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Devin grinned, fingers inching up his back, then sliding back down, drifting over the material of his shirt, feeling the muscles underneath. His lips traveled along Warren's jaw, down his neck, then slowly back up, soft and sensual.

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Warren's breath came slow but shallow, lips parted and the tip of his tongue flickered over them as he tried to breathe right.

His fingertips trailed over the top of Devin's waistband, light pressure and heat of his hand through the material.