Celebration Time

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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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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.

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Devin didn't exactly feed, even after the permission, but he played with the energy given, exchanging it for some of his, lips working to take it higher in both them and those around them who he did pull from without compunction.

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Warren's eyes fluttered shut for a second and then his lips took on a different sort of expression, a smug little smirk as he felt it. Used it. Put more of a showing-off swagger in his body. Even if he couldn't match Devin's predatory attitude, he could put on his own show.

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The show seemed to please everyone else, which pleased Devin as he moved, teasing over Warren, almost but not quite crossing lines of decency in public.

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Warren had had sex in a club twice before, and he was already trying to figure out how it would work, if there was a good place for it here and did Devin have the lube on him? He forgot. Hell, maybe they could try it without, some of those alternative methods.

He brushed his lips over the air over Devin's mouth, murmured, just for him to hear. "God, I want you..."

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Devin's breath caught and he pressed closer for a moment, fingers tightening on Warren's waist.

He closed the gap between their lips, nipping sharply at Warren's lower lip in response.

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It sent a thrill down his spine, that he could evoke that kind of reaction. His hand pressed to the small of Devin's back, the tip of his tongue teasing over his lips.

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Devin parted his lips for him, tongue teasing back. His fingers settled on Warren's jaw again, stroking lightly over his skin as he deepened the kiss.

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Warren gasped a little into his mouth, pressing up against him and more grinding than dancing at this point, although it was still graceful and somewhat demonstrative.

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Devin was able to keep both up, dancing with a preternatural grace, and kissing Warren with a deep hunger.

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Warren's head was swimming, all the heat of their dancing and sensuality and the music and the rhythm. His lashes fluttered a bit, eyes closing, opening. He sighed, almost moaned, soft into Devin's mouth.

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Devin swallowed the soft sound, fingers playing over his skin softly, gently, pushing them both up a bit higher.

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Warren's skin was on fire. Not literally, thank god, not yet. He still had enough control for that.

His hand smoothed over Devin's hip, up his side, fingers curling into his back a little possessively.

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The music changed and it took Devin a moment to shift with it, so lost was he in the kiss. His Warren, and this, and how it should be between them.

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Warren didn't even hear it, shifting only when Devin did. He could drown in this and be perfectly happy.

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Devin had to break the kiss before he pushed Warren to the floor right there. It wasn't that kind of a club and he wanted to be able to come back. He rested his forehead against Warren's just breathing for a moment, then backed up a little from him, smiling.

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People around them didn't seem sure what to think. Warren wasn't sure what to do, smiling breathlessly back, poised on the balls of his feet almost waiting for something.

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Devin touched his cheek lightly, then flashed him a grin and went back to dancing, perfectly happy to draw this out for as long as possible.

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Warren grinned back, flushed and happy.

Dancing was a little easier with a few inches of space between them, more because he could think, could do something besides respond to Devin's seductions and want to throw him on the floor.

Not that he minded that part, either. Definitely not.

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The music was good and Devin reveled in just the sound of it. When he added that to Warren, to the energy of the crowd, the pulse of the room itself, he thought he might have been in heaven.

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Warren was dancing easier now, more confident with the success of the evening. With how he stacked up against Devin, which, this was Devin's element. This was his territory, and if he could do half as well as Devin.

Which he certainly seemed to be. Warren grinned, showing off just a little bit more.

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Devin liked him showing off, grinning at him in delight.

"You're beautiful."