AN: The category on this fanfiction is really messed up – there's no category for Original Characters.

Rastin Vorkink © Brittanie

Phoenix Gray © Me

Contains Yaoi. You've been warned.

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Always a tall one, Rastin Vorkink found it easy to manoeuvre his way through various crowded places, just like this one. He was in a club, with various dancing rooms and a lounge up in the front. Dancing wasn't always his thing, so he kept away from it. His real mission took place in the lounge, with its plush chairs and deep cherry wood tables. He's on a mission to find a girl. Any girl would do, as long as she was respectably pretty and was willing. He didn't care about personality; he just wanted to take her home. Rastin swept a small piece of his short jet black hair out of his face, and his icy blue eyes scanned the spacious lounge.

He saw many ladies here, all of which were either with another man, and he wouldn't dare confront a girl with another man. Then he saw her – she was sitting alone in one of the big plush chairs, sipping on what looked like a cooler. She was short, he assumed, with straight but kind-of-short red hair. Her eyes were deep brown, and she scanned the lounge slowly, seemingly looking for someone. Rastin decided to act quickly, with the typical plan: Buy her some drinks, get to know her better. Get her a little drunk, and take her home. Perfect.

As he calmly but confidently made his way through the crowd, his six foot four inch wire-thin frame not being knocked back by oncoming dancers and partiers alike. He was on a mission, and he'd take this girl home. He came up to her, and she looked back at him with a slight smile.

"You're looking quite lonely there, mind if I join you?" He asked with a distinguished tone. The girl looked at him for a few more seconds, a little surprised that someone would be talking to her. She shook her head and said over the booming music, "No, I don't mind. You can sit if you'd like." So Rastin did. He took a seat in another plush chair beside the one the girl was sitting in. He noticed that she had finished the cooler she was just drinking. Perfect, once more. "Would you like me to buy you another drink?" He asked her. She nodded and said she would take another cooler. Rastin called over to a waitress who seemed taken in by his charm. He ordered the cooler for the girl and a beer for himself.

"I don't think I've properly introduced myself" Rastin said as her turned towards the redheaded female. "My name is Rastin Vorkink, and it is a pleasure to meet you." He outstretched a hand towards the cute girl. She took his hand and responded, "I'm Phoenix. Phoenix Gray." She smiled and shook his hand happily. Phoenix sounded like a peculiar name, but that was no matter. Names wouldn't be necessary for later.

Nearly 28 years old, Rastin had his share of lovers, but none seemed to cut it. Deep inside him, as much as he hated to admit it, he had a lot of love to give to someone. But no girl had been the right one for him to share this love with. Time seemed to be running short for him – internally, he wanted someone to truly love. But would it ever happen?

As the waitress came back to set their drinks on the table, she gave Rastin a cute smile, and skipped off. Rastin passed the cooler to Phoenix, and grabbed his beer glass, taking a sip. Phoenix smiled and took a swig of her cooler. Quite a big swig, Rastin noticed. No matter, all the less time it would take before she would be drunk.

"You know, you're very pretty," Rastin stated, "You could probably be a model if you wanted to." His plan was going perfectly. He decided to turn up the flattery just a notch – not to scare her away, but to lure her in some more. Like offering a little trail of treats for a puppy to lead her back to her cage. Phoenix smiled, obviously flattered by the comment. "Why thank you," she replied happily, "Although I do believe I'd need more muscle on me before I could get into modelling." She looked to her stomach, which while thin, didn't seem to be overly muscular.

"Well, I don't believe that you'd need muscle, unless you wanted to join in with the male models!" He took a drink of his beer and let out a confident chuckle. Phoenix looked at him, and laughed a little too.

"Well, I wasn't thinking of joining the females… Seeing as I'm male myself!"

That sentence took a few moments to register in Rastin's brain. She… He… Couldn't be. Upon closer inspection, Rastin noticed that Phoenix had a flat chest – but Rastin just though that "she" was simply small.

"O-oh… I… I'm sorry about that…" Rastin's face felt flushed, how could he have made that mistake?

"Oh, no, it's no worry. It happens to me quite often, actually." Phoenix stated matter-of-factly. "Perhaps it has something to do with my hair? Maybe it is a little long. I've also been cursed with a sort of… Womanly figure. Perhaps that has something to do with it as well?" Phoenix giggled a little bit and took a swig of his drink.

While Rastin just watched him talk, he noticed a few things. Though his voice was still kind of boyish, it had a high-pitched tone to it. He moved very carefree and smooth, and not to mention that he even had hips that were almost like a woman's. Apparently that ran in the family. Phoenix looked at Rastin with a sort of fascination and wonder… Rastin wondered, does this boy here "swing for the other team"? If so…

What had he gotten himself into? He came to the club to find a girl. Not a boy.