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[Mutants might be attacking them in their homes and outside them, and suddenly the world is full of unexpected terrors, but some things don't change. Having to pay your bills is one of those things. So no matter how rattled he might be, how frightening he finds the things happening around him, Fay is back at work.

While he dances, he can block those things out of his mind for a while, smiling down at the sea of writing bodies and accepting tips with the proper amount of cockiness and flirtatiousness. That, however, doesn't mean he's not hyper-aware of everything happening around him - that's how he usually is, unless he's taken something to blunt that edge.

In the middle of the dance floor is a group of very obvious straight guys making a lot of noise and apparently having the time of their lives partying with a club full of gay guys. It's almost endearing, the way they're clearly having so much fun, unashamed in the way they draw attention to them. Fay can see some guys frowning, looking at them in distaste or anger, but others clearly have no problem joining in the fun and mock flirting with the flock of dudes.

He lets his gaze stray, towards the bar and the few stalls where you can sit down for a while and there-

-the heavy bass beat reverberating around the club turns into something like a heartbeat, and he's empty, so very empty-

-and he knows that he knows the man sitting there. Somehow. The feeling is incredibly tangible, but he doesn't know just what to do with it. So he decides to move closer. The podiums for the dancers are pretty long to allow them movement without having to go through the crowd, and so it is easy for Fay to place himself right in the other man's line of view, and since well, he's handsome, he's also motivated to throw an extra ten percent into his dancing. Lets seem him not notice him now.]

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[ Youou was nursing a, now very warm, beer as he watched his friends shuffle around on the dance floor with a small, but amused smile on his lips. He wasn't really sure how their night out had ended up at a gay club but apparently 'gay people' knew how to have a throw a party and, having already been to a couple of bars before this, it was decided essential that they'd go in and check the place out. At least they seemed to be having a good time. Not that Youou wasn't, and he certainly didn't have anything against the place, in fact he was feeling pretty relaxed and content. But clubbing had never been his thing, not to mention that it was getting late and, having assigned himself the role of designated handler, he didn't have enough alcohol in his system to make him ignore the fact that it had been a long day.

He'd done his best to ignore the more professional dancers, his upbringing hadn't really allowed him to feel comfortable looking at so much exposed skin no matter how tempting it was, but when one of them moves directly into his line of vision it becomes impossible to look away.

Firstly, the man is one of the most attractive ones he's ever seen, and the way he's moving isn't exactly ruining the effect.

Secondly... he knows this person. He doesn't know how, or from where, or how he could ever have forgotten it in the first place, but he knows him. And he is important. And, despite the loud beat of the music drowning out almost everything else there's a completely different song stuck in his head, even though he can't quite remember where he's heard it before. A woman's voice, singing about wanting to be taken somewhere far, far away, wanting to be saved.

He sits, almost frozen in place, his mouth dry and his eyes fixed on the man dancing in front of him unable, and unwilling, to look away. ]

[Fay could feel the man's eyes on him, and even though he went through his routine he felt shaken to the core, run through and strangely transparent in the glaring lights. Naked in a way he'd never felt before, even while dancing. The fact that he was staring only seemed to confirm to him that they do indeed know each other, that somehow they're connected.

His mouth tastes like blood. Or... not quite. Like the echo of a taste you feel when you can feel the scent of something, or you see a picture. Not his own blood, but... that other man's? That is strange, unsettling, and he pushes the thought away. But it leaves a wanting in its wake, like a physical ache to be closer still.

Well, at least he knows how to deal with something like that.

The song ends, and he jumps down from the podium, signalling to the bar staff that another dancer needs to take his place, that he's pulled a muscle. He almost never quits a shift before time, so they'll be fine enough with it. And then he's heading over to that table, not even caring about changing into a bit more clothes first, and sliding down next to the man whom he now realizes is huge.]

Hello~. I saw you watching me.

[ He loses sight of the dancer shortly after he leaves the stage and is still fighting the urge to rush up from his seat and tear the place apart until he finds him again when, suddenly, there he is, sliding in beside him. His eyes move down Fay's, all too naked, body and up again, a blush definitely not caused by the heat of the club or the alcohol spreading across his cheeks, and he keeps his eyes firmly on Fay's face after that.

He swallows, his mouth still dry though from a partly different reason this time. He hasn't really been in a situation like this before and, while not uncomfortable, he can't help feeling a bit awkward about the whole thing. ]

I thought that was the point. [ He smiles when he says it though, a small, lopsided kind of grin, and raises his bottle of beer to him. Because this is what you did when a very attractive someone's potentially flirting with you in a bar, right? ] Drink?

[He grins, confidence increasing at the other man's obvious interest in him - then again, the staring had been an indicator of that too, right? Or had it? Wasn't it more about this feeling, like the two of them know each other?

But he doesn't know what to do with that that feeling. What he does know, is what to do with that beet bottle. He's pretty sure the other man is offering to buy him a drink, but what's the fun in that? No, he's got a better idea. So he grabs hold of that large, callused hand in two of his, bringing the bottle to his face and giving the rim a small lick before taking it in his mouth. The beer is stale and warm but that's not the point. The point is putting on a show, and that he does.]

Thanks, that's nice of you. I'm Fay, by the way.

[ He- Wait- What- That had not been what he meant! Even so he does nothing to stop it, even though technically he could pull his hand away any time he wanted. But the sight of Fay's lips wrapped around the bottle, and the movement of his throat when he swallows sends sparks of heat straight through him, and he can't really think of a good enough reason to pull away.

The blush on his cheeks deepens and spreads further down his neck. He could really use a swig from that bottle himself right now but... but after that show he isn't quite sure if he should, isn't sure of what kind of message it will send, even though he's pretty certain he means whatever it is. On the other hand Fay had drunk from it even though Youou clearly had used it before him so why shouldn't he? Oh God, he nearly groaned out loud. It must be so painfully obvious how unused he is to situations like this, and he can only hope that it won't be counted against him. Or at least not enough for the blond to lose interest in him. In the end, his stubborn streak wins out and he takes a big swallow of beer before speaking again. ]

I meant if I could buy you one. But I guess that works too. [ As always when his emotions are running high, the british tilt of his accent comes out even stronger than usual.

He doesn't recognise Fay's name, even though he'd hoped that it would shed some light on why he seemed so familiar, so important. But while he's pretty sure he would have remembered if he'd ever seen him before he's absolutely certain he would have remembered the name. Then again, a name like that could just as well be a stage name for all he knew, so he wasn't really sure where that leaves him. And no matter if he's met him somewhere before or not, Youou is still not going to let him get away if he can help it.

Not when I've finally found him. He blinks, wondering where that thought had come from. Anyway, it doesn't matter. Weird connection or not, Fay is still someone he would really like to get to know better. ] I'm Youou. And the offer for a drink, that is not my beer, still stands.

It does, does it?

[Clearly intending the particular use of the word "stands" here, as his gaze flicks pointedly downward for a second, before he grins and leans a bit closer. He has no idea what is happening, other than that it clearly has something to do with that string of numbers, with the network and the way they're all changing in small ways. Meaning this man is involved, and he should really warn him about it. He will do that... tomorrow. But tonight is not tomorrow, and he's got more important things to do right now.]

It's a pleasure to meet you, Youou- [That's a bit awkwardly pronounced, but his smile doesn't falter] I'd love it if you did. Buy me a drink, that is. But I'm kind of skiving off work here, so maybe you could be a doll and go get it alone.

[He leans back against the couch, demonstratively lounging as he treats the other man to a small wink.]

Surprise me. I'll be waiting right here.

[ He just barely manages to keep from spluttering, tremendously grateful he wasn't in the middle of a sallow, but the blush is definitely not going anywhere. At least it doesn't seem to be putting Fay off, and he supposes that's something.

He raises an eyebrow, his smile growing a bit wider and while the situation is still new to him, his confidence in where it's going is growing stronger by the moment, allowing him to relax a bit. ]

Surprise you, huh? Alright, you're the one taking the risk. [ He flashes him a quick grin. ] I'll be right back.

[ His eyes linger of Fay for a moment before he gets up and walks to the bar, taking the now almost empty beer bottle with him. More confidence or not, he has a feeling he's going to need another one before the night is over.

Getting back from the bar takes longer than he expects it to, mostly due to the fact that Sam and Danny happens to be there as well. Apparently Fay's performance, or the fact that he ended up next to Youou afterwards, hadn't gone unnoticed by his friends. It takes him several minutes to untangle himself from their, very vocal, approval and return with an "Aviation" for Fay and another beer for himself. He slides the cocktail over to where Fay is lounging before sitting down, a bit closer than before this time though not so close that he's crowding him. ]

So, skiving off are you? Should I feel flattered or are you just using me as an excuse?

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[He smiles brightly as he accepts the drink, taking a sip and raising his eyebrows with a pleased little noise.]

Oooh, Aviation, one of my favs. But Deryn went a bit heavy on the lemon juice, I need to talk to him about that.

[He leans a bit closer too, placing a light hand on Youou's thigh, not really going anywhere, but he moves his fingers in small circular patterns just so Youou won't forget it's there. He's good at this game, he does it often enough and usually with a lot less talking before getting to the point. But it's more important this time, in some intangible way that he can't quite put his finger on. He likes drawing the game out, that much he knows.

If he could just stop thinking about blood.]

Oh, you should. I ain't skiving off work for just anyone, you know. That's how you lose your job. [He grins, leaning so that his chest is pressing against Youou's arm.] So, your straight friends seem very... supportive.

[ He makes an amused sound. ]

Really? I just liked the name. I don't really know drinks, I'm more of a beer kind of guy.

[ He takes a large gulp of his beer, trying not to focus too much on the heat radiating from contact of Fay's hand against his thigh. It would be really difficult to ignore it no matter what, but with the way his fingers are burning patterns into Youou's skin, or at least that's what it feels like, it's becoming virtually impossible. Not that Youou really wants to, he enjoys the feeling of it way too much for that, but he would like to be able to focus on other things as well. Like what Fay's saying, for instance.

Except he really doesn't want Fay to be saying that. He groans and lets his head fall forward, resting it against Fay's shoulder. It's feels a bit too familiar, given that they've just met, but at the same time it feels good, like it's okay to lean on him even if it's just because of something as silly as his friends being too embarrassing for life. ]

They're of the opinion that I need to "get some". I guess I'm lucky in that they don't really care if the getting happens with a guy but... [ He laughs. ] Sometimes their supportiveness get a bit too much. [ He lifts his head a bit so that he can look Fay in the eyes, a smile on his face in spite of the embarrassment. ] Then again, you may have notices that my "game" isn't exactly top notch, so maybe I need all the help I can get.

[He doesn't mind the other man's head on his shoulder at all - rather the opposite. He shivers slightly with pleasure as Youou's hair brushes against his neck, thick and straight and smooth-looking like silk. That and those eyes... he had to be at least part Asian, right? And the scrape of just the faintest hint of stubble against his bare shoulder is nice too, and for a moment he's quite unable to answer as his body comes alive with all these tiny impressions at once and tells him that it would be a good idea, a really good idea, if he didn't drag this out for too long.

But then Youou lifts his head and smiles at him, and he remembers how to talk once more.]

You know... [He puts his other hand on Youou's shoulder, leaning close so he can speak directly into his ear.] I find your rusty "game" quite refreshing. And I do agree with your friends, provided that the one you "gets some" from is me.

[ Fay's breath against his ear and neck makes him shiver, and he makes no effort to hide it. The words on the other hand makes him laugh, and the smile he sends him is wide and bright. He places a hand on Fay's waist, his fingers trailing along the warm skin there, the feel of it sending even more shivers down his spine. ]

Good, that's- that's good. I can do refreshing. [ He grows a little bit serious. ] And to be honest, there's no one I'd rather be "getting it" from than you.

[ He lets his head fall forward against Fay again, turning it so that his cheek rests against his shoulder. ] Okay, I'm going to say something that will probably sound like some awfully contrived pick up line but, have we met before? It's just, I have this feeling that I have, though I have no idea how I would have been able to forget it. [ Or how he would have been able to forget him. ]

[And that was, of all things, unexpectedly... well, sweet. His eyes widen a bit in surprise, and then he smiles, leaning into the other man's hand on his waist and preening like a cat. This is definitely going in a direction that he likes.

But then he goes and says that, and Fay has a momentary feeling of something cold running along his spine. He had been right, then. But in a way, it's also a relief, to know that he's not the only one feeling like this. As if there's something incredibly important that he's forgotten about.]

I know what you mean. It feels like we've met before, but- well, I can't imagine how I would've forgotten either. [He snakes his arms around the other man's waist, pressing his lips against the skin right beneath his ear.] Maybe we'll remember in the morning, huh?

[ It feels good, knowing that at least he's not the only one feeling it, the connection between them. And even though he still has no idea where it comes from it doesn't really matter that much at the moment. At least not when he has Fay's arms around him and those soft lips pressed against his skin. His grip on Fay's waist tightens and he presses them closer together, a small sound escaping his lips before he's able to stop it. ]

Maybe we will. Man, you don't really believe in being subtle, do you? Though I guess I should have guessed that from the way you were dancing earlier.

[ Not that he really minds, since he's never really been in the game before now he's not sure how well he would be able to pick up on more subtle signals. Besides, he's always preferred it when people are blunt about what they want rather than just beating around the bush. ]

So, is this where I ask you if you want to come back to my place?

[He laughs, halfway into Youou's lap by now and ignoring the call from the direction of the bar of 'Ask him for a lapdance!'. Well, not quite ignoring, since he turns his head until he spots Youou's friends and winks at them, giving them a 'Don't worry, I've got this' kind of look. Then he turns back to the other man, laughing.]

What's the point of being subtle if there's something you want, right? Especially since I'm already practically naked.

[He grins, looking very pleased with himself and the world at large, nodding in agreement.]

This is definitely the time. I need to go get changed, because I'm not going anywhere like this, but you can be a darling and call a cab while I'm gone, right?

[ What friends? Youou doesn't have any friends!. At least not in this club. They have all been disowned due to embarrassing behaviour and will so remain until he can exact his revenge on their hungover arses tomorrow. So he's going to do his best to ignore the remarks of these complete and utter strangers, and is only partially successful. At least he isn't giving them the bird. Besides, with his english heritage he finds the two fingered salute much more appropriate, and while his friends, who are no longer his friends, knows what it means chances are the rest of the club does not. But he smiles back at Fay and doesn't hesitate in pulling him in even further. ]

No point at all. I like it when people are being clear about what they want.

[ Getting out of here sounds like the best plan he's heard in a long while, unfortunately it also includes letting go of Fay which he's a bit more reluctant to do. But in the end the good clearly outweighs the bad and so, with a sigh, he moves his arms so that Fay can move away when he pleases. ]

Yeah, I'll- I'll call. Go and get dressed, I'll be here. [ Probably being harassed by those not-friends of his. ]

I already see that we're gonna be good friends.

[He winks, and then of course doesn't take the easy way out via the other side of the booth. Instead he worms his way into Youou's lap, moving against him for extra emphasis, before wriggling free from under the table and twirling around prettily, bending down - showing off his ass to their straight audience - and kissing Youou's cheek. And then he's off toward the changing room.

And of course as soon as he gets there, he gets accosted by Tonio who just got off his podium, and Gareth, who was about to step on to is.]

Excuse you, you little mujerzuela, who was that hunk you just scored and what did you slip into his drink?

[Fay was already out of his hot pants and was tugging on a sock, and just laughed and shrugged.]

What can I say, sugar, I know how to handle my beef. And I ain't got the faintest idea who he is, I ain't his mama.

[Tonio murmured something about that he hoped Fay didn't handle him like he did most of his cooking, but Gareth gave him an amazed look.]

So you never met him before now? How?

[Fay bit back the 'by not being seventeen and working on a false ID' and just grinned.]

What can I say, must be fate. Don't tell the boss, or Tonio I swear to god he'll get to know about the thing with the tape measurer and that video camera. Oh, and those jello shots. Catch y'all later, babes.

[And he was out, running toward the exit while pulling on his coat, remembering to at least look like he was limping past the bar, and attaching himself to Youou's arm.]

Now take me away from all this, my dashing rescuer.

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[ Youou doesn't even have time to recover from Fay first coming so very close and then moving too far away before he's swarmed by his very approving, very drunk and very loud friends. Apparently managing to pick up a stripper, especially for a guy like him ~~read: virgin~~, is very impressive. At least fighting off their "helpful" advice, and trying not to blush so much that his head will explode, keeps him occupied enough not to act on the panic he feels as soon as Fay gets out of his sight. It doesn't make sense, but that doesn't change the feelings of dread running down his spine, or the fear that if he doesn't hold on then Fay might... disappear?

So it's twice the relief when Fay finally appears next to him and Youou can escape his cage of well meaning friends and wrap his arm around Fay's waist. ]

With pleasure, my darling damsel. I texted a cab and it should be here pretty soon. So we better go outside and wait for it. [ Please say we can leave this place now. Please! ]

Oh, excuse you, mister. If it's a damsel you want, you sure done and went to the wrong club.

[But Fay is laughing and starts leading Youou away with him, blowing a kiss over his shoulder at his friends. Then he leans in comfortably against the bulk of the other man's body, worming himself in under his arm and sighing contentedly. He likes the smell of Youou's leather jacket and the faint hint of some very subtle but suitably manly cologne. Well, he likes a lot of things about the other man. Especially that he's warm, since even while he's fully dressed it's rather thinly so, and pressing close to Youou does quite a lot to solve that.

Not that he draws back even when the taxi comes and they get inside. Nope, he's still draped a little bit over Youou's shoulder.]

Can't tell you how glad I am we ain't going to my place. It's a bit of a mess, honestly.

[ Youou grins down at him and, as Fay leans in, tightens his arm around Fay's waist, holding him closer. ]

No, I think I'm pretty happy with what I've got.

[ But while leaving the club, and his drunk friends, behind is a huge relief, it's also making the reality of where they're actually heading even more real. Which, quite frankly, is making him more than a little nervous. Because he's never done what they are probably about to do before, and Fay is someone he really doesn't want to mess things up with. Whatever this is that he feels between them he wants more of it than just this one night.

He clears his throat to make his voice less shaky. He's not completely successful. ]

Yeah, well, I'm kind of neat. Old habits and all that. Which I guess is kinda good since worrying about if there's dirty underwear on the floor would just make this even more awkward.

[ What. Did he just. Say? ]

[Fay is definitely noticing the nervousness there, and he has a feeling that pointing out just how adorable it is really isn't going to help matters at all. But it is a bit endearing, and he leans a bit closer still and presses a small kiss to Youou's jaw, then another, continuing until his meets the softer skin of his neck.]

Don't you worry about a thing, sweetiepie. Firstly, it couldn't possibly look worse than my place. And secondly...

[Excuse him, he'll just sling one leg over Youou's, so that he's almost halfway into his lap, and happily ignore the small cough from the cab driver in favor of snaking his arms around the other man's neck.]

...you're gonna do just fine.

[ He lets his had fall back against the back of the seat, his hands clenching and his breath turning a bit ragged, but at least that lets him focus on something other than his nerves. The fact that Fay doesn't seem to much mind his nervousness does its bit to help as well.

And then he has his lap half full of a very attractive young man and it's pretty hard to think about anything else. ~~In more ways than one.~~ ]

You seem very confident. Thank god.

[ And then he gives in to impulse and leans in to kiss him. ]

[Fay is about to reply, something witty about confidence no doubt, but then Youou kisses him and his mind goes blissfully blank. The cab driver is just going to have to deal, at least Fay isn't actually straddling Youou for real, but he does press his thigh against his crotch just a bit. Once they're done kissing he's more than a little bit out of breath and clinging to Youou, small shivers traveling along his body.]

If you do anything else even half as well as you kiss, I am definitely looking forward to the rest of this night.

[ Fay isn't the first person Youou has ever kissed, he probably wouldn't have dared to do it if that was the case, but it has never felt like this before. It was as if the moment their lips met nothing else mattered anymore, not even the poor driver who's night had probably been long enough without the show they were currently putting on. Normally knowing that someone else, who wasn't family, could see them would have made him hesitate and pull away but right now he just couldn't bring himself to care. Not when just Fay kissing him back and pressing closer to him is enough to make his head swim.

Afterwards his breath is fast and uneven and all he can manage is a weak chuckle, his voice just a murmur against Fay's lips. Which was probably just as well considering the poor driver was getting way too much information as it was. ]

Don't count on it. This is the only thing I actually know how to do properly. [ But since he apparently knows how to do this really well, he didn't think he would be able to botch the rest up too frightfully. Of course, that could be just wishful thinking.

And with that that they, finally, arrive as the taxi stops just outside Youou's apartment. He fumbles for his wallet, giving the driver more than strictly necessary, and somehow manages to exit the car without moving too far away from Fay while he does it. ]

It's right in here. [ He gestures vaguely at the door in question. ]

[He's about to say something clever again, he's quite sure, about not doubting Youou's ability to improvise. But then there's more kissing to be dealt with and, oh, he definitely doesn't mind. At all. This guy is so different than anyone he's ever done this with before. That quirky British accent, the blushing, the complete lack of bravado - or even the alcohol-affected semblance of it...

...oh, and the fact that he's kind of obviously a complete virgin, and Fay doesn't even mind. In fact, it's a bit exhilarating, thinking that he's the first person to show this guy how to do it.

He follows Youou closely out of the cab, thinking that he might apologize to the driver later if he sees him again, but forgetting everything as he gazes up at the house while allowing himself to be towed along toward the gate.]

Shit, this sure looks like the kind of place where you'd expect people to buys themselves a new boat when they get the other one wet, if you get my meaning. [He's impressed and a little amused.] I sure have moved up-marked.

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