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]

"I was thinking, yeah."

Johnny shivered, just a bit.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

"Mmm..." Devin's lips were close to his ear. "I'm not sure he'd consent to such a thing..."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Johnny shivered, making a little disappointed look and eyeing him as if to say, if that's teh case why are you hitting on me?

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin shrugged, a wry smile on his lips. He was hungry and the boy was pretty.

[stabbityfun.livejournal.com]

"Am I going to leave with one of you?" It was blunt, and a bit hopeful.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

"Leave? Probably not tonight."

[stabbityfun.livejournal.com]

There was definitely a cranky pout at that.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin flicked the pouting lip with one nail.

[stabbityfun.livejournal.com]

Johnny's lips parted almost instantly, something wistful and lustful springing to his eyes.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin backed away, with a smile.

[stabbityfun.livejournal.com]

Johnny scowled at that, putting a fierce spin on an already seductive, swaying body.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin's eyes darkened, watching him.

[stabbityfun.livejournal.com]

He swayed, half dancing half stalking Devin, but seemed unsure what he should or should not do. Or whether or not he was willing to pounce who he had timidly approached a second ago.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin tilted his head, watching him, then glanced over at Warren as the song ended.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren was keepign a closer eye on Devin now that the boy had gotten aggressive. More for Devin's sake than his, it hadn't yet occurred to him thta if Devin gave the boy a taste, the boy might not want to give it up.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

He'd come with Warren and meant to leave with Warren, but he ought not have played. Not really. Because now his hunger was sharper, and the boy was giving off erratic power. But they hadn't agreed on that, not tonight.

Devin gave the boy a soft smile, a touch wistful.

"Thank you."

[stabbityfun.livejournal.com]

Johnny just wasn't sure what to make of Devin, of the mixed signals he was giving off, of watching him go from predator to placid boyfriend of someone else in a second.

He pouted a little, but accepted the relative dismissal with a graceful nod. "See you 'round?"

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

"Count on it..."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren relaxed a little as Devin pulled back, as nothing bad happened. Wondered, for a moment, what he would have done if Devin really had gone off with the boy. He was startled to realize how left out and hurt he would have felt, did feel, just at the idea.

No, better not, at least not right now. At least not without talking about it first.

Besides, the boy gave him the creeps.

He was so busy thinking about Devin and the mysterious Johnny that he completely missed the guy (in his mid twenties, no less) who came up next to him. "Buy you a drink?"

Warren startled, flashed him a wry smile. "No thanks. Anyway, I'm here with someone."

"Lucky bastard." The guy seemed crestfallen, but smiled easily enough, willing to take no for an answer. Which was a relief to Warren.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin moved back across the floor toward Warren, shaking off the darkness, mostly, if not the hunger underneath.

He smiled at the guy who looked so crestfallen, arm sliding around Warren's waist.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren leaned into him with an almost grateful smile. "Hey, you."

"Hey..." the guy gave a little wave. He didn't really need to ask if this was who Warren was here with.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin tightened his fingers on Warren's waist just enough that Warren could feel it.

"Hello."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

"Hey..." The guy said again, and didn't seem to know what else to say. "Don't think I've seen you here before."

Warren slid his arm around Devin's waist, lightly, and may or may not have been smug at the way Devin held tight to him.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

"I've only been in once or twice," Devin's smile was still friendly, easy and open. "It's his first time."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren shrugged slightly. "I don't usually go dancing, much." He thought about saying it was Devin's idea to come here, decided the other guy didn't need to know that.

"Really? Don't seem like ..." but whatever it didn't seem like was lost in the shrug.