After Warren
May. 15th, 2006 12:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
killingsoftlyHe was aching when he walked into the bar. He wasn't used to behaving so well. Behaving at all. He saw something pretty, he wanted, he seduced, he took. It's the way it went. Stupid Ladies and their stupid promises. He'd behaved. He'd kept his hands to himself, mostly, and what touching there'd been had not been inappropriate.
The boy needed to get laid, but the last thing he needed was for it to be by someone he didn't want and only gave into because of magic or confusion or feeling vulnerable.
"Tequila. Straight." He grabbed a handful of limes, feeling the juice sting the little cuts on his fingers where he'd pressed too hard against the guitar strings. Better the narrow coil of the string than soft flesh, heated and stretched over taut muscles that gleamed with a fine sheen of sweat before they'd even...
He slammed the shot, then gestured for another. Then a third. Right. That took the edge off and he was at least breathing normally and scanning the room with a predator's gaze when cool fingers curled around his.
"You look flushed." Cool voice as well, like clean water over stones, with a trace of music running through it.
One of them? Here? He looked over sharply and met smiling blue eyes.
"One might even say overheated." Amusement in that voice now, though Devin heard mocking and snarled, snatching his hand back.
"What do you want?"
Fergus shrugged and motioned the bartender to set him up a shot as well.
"I thought I should get out. Explore some, since it seems I'll be around for a while."
"Great." Just what they needed.
"I hear you did well today." Fergus' voice was quiet, approving. Devin didn't like either.
"Did you now?"
"Word travels."
"Great. That's great. Thanks for the mark of approval." He spotted a lovely blonde on the dance floor, but it was her partner that caught his full attention. Dark hair, long. He'd do. Devin was in a mood to be particular.
Fergus downed his shot, made a face that indicated he wasn't impressed with it, then slid his fingers up Devin's arm further, holding on tighter.
"Do you mind?"
"They're just humans." Fergus had invaded his personal space and it made Devin antsy. Lips weren't supposed to settle that close unless they were a lover's, and was that the merest flicker of a tongue tracing the outline of his ear? Devin bit back a moan. He was far too wired and turned on to be playing games.
Whirling, he snagged both of Fergus' wrists and pinned him to the bar. "What do you want?" Because the Sidhe had to want something and he needed to get it over with so Devin could hunt.
He thought he had to be hallucinating when Fergus' lips met his, moving over them slowly. He freed one hand to tangle in Fergus' hair, the kiss almost angry. Fergus yielded, pressing into him, head tilting and lips parting under his.
Devin was hard just from the taste of him and pulled back, eyes glinting angrily.
"Fuck off."
"Why?"
"I don't want you here."
Fergus gave him a disbelieving smile and arched his hips into him. It was clear what their bodies both wanted.
Devin glared. "I'm hunting." And he didn't want one of them to see with their high and mighty airs and holy righteousness.
"Why hunt when I'm right here?"
Devin gave him a baffled look. "Why? You don't even know me. Not really."
Fergus shrugged and there was something dark in his eyes. "You're hungry. You're...wanting. And I'm here."
"Too here." Floating too close and dancing along the edges of his head. Too enmeshed and too close to everything he was and could have been and didn't, did, didn't want. "You won't leave me be." Or he would. Cold indifference. Mocking smiles.
Fergus gave him an amused look. "I'm not asking you to marry me. I'm offering to let you fuck me. Or to fuck you. Whatever you want or need." Devin wavered, and Fergus smiled, leaning in close, lips to ear again. "Just one night. Of anything you want."
"Anything?"
Fergus smiled more. "Anything."
"Why?"
A soft chuckle, cool breath over his skin. "Consider me your reward."
The boy needed to get laid, but the last thing he needed was for it to be by someone he didn't want and only gave into because of magic or confusion or feeling vulnerable.
"Tequila. Straight." He grabbed a handful of limes, feeling the juice sting the little cuts on his fingers where he'd pressed too hard against the guitar strings. Better the narrow coil of the string than soft flesh, heated and stretched over taut muscles that gleamed with a fine sheen of sweat before they'd even...
He slammed the shot, then gestured for another. Then a third. Right. That took the edge off and he was at least breathing normally and scanning the room with a predator's gaze when cool fingers curled around his.
"You look flushed." Cool voice as well, like clean water over stones, with a trace of music running through it.
One of them? Here? He looked over sharply and met smiling blue eyes.
"One might even say overheated." Amusement in that voice now, though Devin heard mocking and snarled, snatching his hand back.
"What do you want?"
Fergus shrugged and motioned the bartender to set him up a shot as well.
"I thought I should get out. Explore some, since it seems I'll be around for a while."
"Great." Just what they needed.
"I hear you did well today." Fergus' voice was quiet, approving. Devin didn't like either.
"Did you now?"
"Word travels."
"Great. That's great. Thanks for the mark of approval." He spotted a lovely blonde on the dance floor, but it was her partner that caught his full attention. Dark hair, long. He'd do. Devin was in a mood to be particular.
Fergus downed his shot, made a face that indicated he wasn't impressed with it, then slid his fingers up Devin's arm further, holding on tighter.
"Do you mind?"
"They're just humans." Fergus had invaded his personal space and it made Devin antsy. Lips weren't supposed to settle that close unless they were a lover's, and was that the merest flicker of a tongue tracing the outline of his ear? Devin bit back a moan. He was far too wired and turned on to be playing games.
Whirling, he snagged both of Fergus' wrists and pinned him to the bar. "What do you want?" Because the Sidhe had to want something and he needed to get it over with so Devin could hunt.
He thought he had to be hallucinating when Fergus' lips met his, moving over them slowly. He freed one hand to tangle in Fergus' hair, the kiss almost angry. Fergus yielded, pressing into him, head tilting and lips parting under his.
Devin was hard just from the taste of him and pulled back, eyes glinting angrily.
"Fuck off."
"Why?"
"I don't want you here."
Fergus gave him a disbelieving smile and arched his hips into him. It was clear what their bodies both wanted.
Devin glared. "I'm hunting." And he didn't want one of them to see with their high and mighty airs and holy righteousness.
"Why hunt when I'm right here?"
Devin gave him a baffled look. "Why? You don't even know me. Not really."
Fergus shrugged and there was something dark in his eyes. "You're hungry. You're...wanting. And I'm here."
"Too here." Floating too close and dancing along the edges of his head. Too enmeshed and too close to everything he was and could have been and didn't, did, didn't want. "You won't leave me be." Or he would. Cold indifference. Mocking smiles.
Fergus gave him an amused look. "I'm not asking you to marry me. I'm offering to let you fuck me. Or to fuck you. Whatever you want or need." Devin wavered, and Fergus smiled, leaning in close, lips to ear again. "Just one night. Of anything you want."
"Anything?"
Fergus smiled more. "Anything."
"Why?"
A soft chuckle, cool breath over his skin. "Consider me your reward."
