Edward only opened the door a few inches, giving him a window to the large crowd of dancing people down the stairs. He grinned in awe and immediately his heart started fueling in excitement. He could see Micah preforming his charming bartending skills to a little cluster of people.
He turned his head back at the closed door to Jonathan's office and his grin turned mischievous. Finally he opened the door wide enough to slide through and shut it by turning the knob all the way, closing it silently and turning the knob back into place cautiously. He hoped that Jonathan didn't notice the loud music drowning in and out of the room.
No one in the crowd bothered looking up the stairs leading to the 'Employees Only' door, so he was clear to march down giddily. Some people who stood by the edge of the metal steps did double takes when they saw him. Their eyes continued to follow him through the crowd and Edward was oblivious to their stare drifting to his leather tight backside.
He stuck out of the bouncing and raving people like a sore thumb. He only wore a black vest and nothing underneath so that showed off his slender waist and midriff, as well as his pierced belly button, his barely muscled arms sparkled underneath the flashing colored lights.
He licked his lips and twisted his mouth into a thoughtful frown. He turned to the bar and decided against dancing for the time being, instead he would talk to Micah.
He plopped himself onto a stool and leaned on his forearms.
Micah was in the middle of wooing a younger girl, who looked at the bartender with disinterest, when he saw Jonathan's boyfriend sitting and waiting for him.
He excused himself and moved across the bar to stand scornfully in front of Edward, he crossed his arms like a stern parent.
Edward raised his hands in mock surrender. "You caught me. Now can I please have a strawberry daiquiri?" He gave a cheeky smile at the older male.
"If you get me in trouble again Ed, I will poison your future drinks." He said in a serious tone, glancing toward the stairs in apprehension.
He had taken Edward under his protective wing, like an older brother over the year the brunette has been workingfor Jonathan.
He would be there when Jonathan got a little too mad, be there when one of the men he would 'entertain' would get a little too frisky or rough. He understood that Eddy wanted to leave and rebel against his boyfriend, so he wasn't going to fret over him sneaking down to the club.
Micah actually liked it when Edward let loose and just had fun. Made his inner innocence come out of the Edward Jonathan had molded through hard beatings and forced sex. He knew that Scarecrow gets better funding with his boyfriend and his tactic, but it still left an ugly scar on the brunette.
Micah placed the fruity and sugary drink in front of him, of course not asking for him to pay.
"You put only four ounces of vodka right?" Edward asked, turning the cup in his hand and expecting it worriedly.
The bartender sighed and nodded his head. Edward's face brightened and he took the straw into his mouth, sucking down the drink hungrily.
Micah turned to grab a new rag to clean out some cups, his eyes accidently catching onto someone from across the bar. He held in the gasp and immediately averted his eyes. He fumbled for the rag then stood casually back in front of Eddy.
"Don't look, but Two-Face is looking at you like a piece of angel food cake." He should have known Edward wouldn't listen to him when the brunette's head snapped side to side asking annoyingly "Where? Where? Where?"
His hazel eyes rolled and he turned his attention to an expecting customer.
Edward still frantically looked for the accusingly interested man, his eyes darting into the crowd rather than across the bar. He whipped his head back to Micah, preparing to give him a lecture on testing his intelligence.
It was exactly then he felt someone indeed watching him from the left of him.
His emerald speckled eyes soared into an uneven cerulean that burned with a dark blue blaze.
The blackened and viscous red of his left half took his breath. He could make out the gnarled and burnt skin curling around his eye socket and the mangled skin stretched in thin pieces over the open half of his teeth.
He shivered as he watched sensibly the two orbs move down his body, studying him and his appearance. Suddenly he felt more naked than he already was.
After numerous months and an uncountable amount of men, he knew how to seduce skillfully. It was a practiced talent and he was so good at it, he could do it in his sleep.
Until now. Now he could barely keep his own body from pulsing in short waves of shudders. It was a foreign feeling that was driving him toward the duel-faced man.
He became increasingly confused when he saw those flaming eyes above him than on him. Also the sudden look of irritation didn't give him any information as to why either.
He willed himself to look behind him and that's when it became clear. A strange man, with brown curls and a reddened face stood before him, smiling lazily. He felt the drunk man's hand on his inner thigh, lightly moving up and down to the music's rhythm.
"He-hey, you're puh-retty. Wanna' dance?" He slurred his question, never once looking at Edward's eyes.
An idea popped into his mind, he remembered the look on Mr. Dent's face when the man had simply approached him. He mused what would happed if he merely danced with the man.
He turned back to see if Harvey was watching. He wasn't, but his head was faced in his direction so he could easily catch his attention.
"Yes, I would love to."
"Hell yes!" The man whooped, gaining some unappreciative looks.
Edward turned his head back only slightly as he was walked into the dancing crowd.
He found the villain's eyes again, this time with an array of arrogance Eddy grinned. Faintly he could see the burnt man's eyebrow rise.
He turned his back to him though, wrapping his arms around the stranger's neck and swaying his hips. The drunk's own laid themselves sloppily on his rear, groping at him while smirking proudly.
Edward's head tilted back and his hips shifted their rotation into a rolling motion instead all while hanging off the man. Slowly his body became entranced into the music and he was mesmerizing the people around him as well as the significant person watching him.
He closed his eyes and turned in the stranger's unwelcoming embrace, he bent his knees and let his back slide against the man's front as he dropped to the floor and back.
The stranger yanked him roughly to turn back over, his neck craned in close, his lips almost connecting with his.
The stranger's lips met Edward's hand.
"Sorry, my boyfriend owns this place. Also I don't do married men."
The man's eyes flicked to his left hand, where a golden band had been dumbly left on to his ring finger. Edward tittered as the man muttered to himself as he tried hard to wrench it off his finger.
He bit his lip and turned back to Harvey, smiling with his teeth pulling at his lower lip. Putting one foot in front of the other and making sure to swing his hips, he approached the scarred man.
Harvey looked on in fascination as the brunette man started making his way toward him. He gulped down the rest of his drink and aggravated his other half by ignoring his advice.
Don't you dare. You would lose all credibility if you're caught by Scarecrow flirting with a man.
He didn't answer, letting his actions speak for him.
One of those actions being a flirty curl of his lip to the man who just sat down on the stool next to him.
"Who could have known Harvey Dent would be checking out a guy like little ol' me?" His finger ran in circles on the bar's table. His eyelids covered the sparkle of lust that tinged them only more lime.
"I thought I had a good poker face. Well, at least half of one." He joked, smiling when the smaller man giggled along.
"If it helps you have a good face in general." Again that pleasant thrill ran down his body in waves right as he looked up into the other man's eyes.
Harvey's ego shown into his widening smile.
"You know my name, do you mind if I know yours?"
Edward opened his mouth to answer, following with a bashful red lining his cheeks.
Then a hand was placed on his shoulder.
Her turned back and groaned. It was one of Jonathan's men, in the disguise of a bouncer.
"Mr. Dent, The Scarecrow is ready to see you now," He tightened his hand on Eddy's shoulder, "as for you Mr. Nashton, I would suggest for you to get back into your room before hegets even more angry."
Eddy sighed, forever embarrassed being caught sneaking out like a moronic teenager. He didn't have the confidence to look at Harvey, so he just nodded silently and left his seat to go back up the stairs.
Harvey watched him leave, saddened that their time speaking was interrupted so quickly. He allowed the bouncer to lead him to another door on the club level. There they took a fast lift to the second floor and he fell behind the man into a large entrance.
He waded to a couch across from another couch, his back relaxed against the spine of the sofa and his left arm stretched out on top of it, his left leg resting on his right knee. He watched the man who had lead him in walk out the door.
He looked around the room, taking in the crème colored walls, the red detail in the carpets and drapery as well as the black accents in the couches themselves.
This room is absolutely fitting for the master of fear! I'm so scared i'm shaking!
This is ridiculous. I was actually having a good time down there with that guy. Jonathan better have one hell of a deal.
They waited for five or six minutes just bantering together on how contradicting the room was to Scarecrow's title.
His head belted up toward the door when he heard some voices coming from the outside of it. He could make out the dark and snippy tone of Jonathan's and puzzlingly, he could hear another familiar, yet snarky, voice.
Jonathan had a death grip on the stranger's arm when he was forced inside the office. The man he had seen earlier had a dirty look on his face, an angry pout that made him look more adorable, than malicious.
Of course. Just our luck that prissy boy is here.
He is so much prettier in this lighting than the one downstairs.
Stop it.
Edward looked at Harvey with a shame filled exterior and his angered visage melted into an embarrassed, but worried look. His head tilted to his feet and his arms hugged his chest.
Jonathan though, was beaming brightly. "Harvey! Glad you didn't leave. Sorry for the wait I had to sort out some problems." He seethed to the young man and pushed past the brunette. He held his hand out in front of Harvey.
"Its fine." He shook his hand and went back into his comfortable position as Jonathan sat on the couch across from him, the cute stranger sitting on the one next to him.
"Im just going to get to the point. You recently raided Freeze's lab, no?"
Harvey thought back to when he had ordered his men to knock the door down and take anything and everything that belonged to the backstabbing scientist.
"Yes." He answered bluntly.
Jonathan eyebrows flicked up then back.
"Good, so you have the vials dextromethorphan and all the other hallucinogen ingredients that as you know are veryhard to find," He said.
Harvey nodded along with him, but he glanced up at the attractive stranger frequently. He felt somewhat upset that he still had that mortified look to his face, it obscured out the appealing brightness he had earlier. Was he that upset over being forced to leave?
"I am offering three hundred thousand dollars," he held his hand out to stop Harvey from protesting the price, to let himself continue.
"And you can let Edward here, give you company for the rest of the night. He is yours to do as you wish."
Harvey froze in place, now it all fit together as to why Edward had that degrading look to his face. He turned from Jonathan to Edward.
He looks so sad. It was a painful sight to see such a nice looking boy, forced into something as demeaning as this.
He could help him. Jonathan is desperate for those chemicals.
No. No. No. NO! You will absolutely not. You. Will. Not-
"Keep your money," He offered Jonathan cunning leer, "I want him for my own."
"What?!" Edward shouted disbelievingly.
Jonathan scratched his chin attentively.
"Fine." His voice lost its polite edge. "But I expect those chemicals by my lab tomorrow morning and no later."
"What?!" Edward repeated, shooting up from his seat and glaring coldly at Jonathan.
Jonathan stood up from his, towering over Eddy.
Admiringly so, Edward didn't break under the heavy stare of the raven haired man.
"This isn't your choice. Go pack your things and leave with him."
His slender finger pointed to the smugly beaming man on the couch.
You continue to disappoint me.
Harvey almost tore his face in half from how wide his grin had become.