"Do you like what you see?" The question needed no answer. The swaying bodies pressed into her own, their sweat mingling into one entity.

Did she like this?

A rough hand tipped her head back allowing a pair of soft, but harsh, lips to attack her own. Pain rippled though her teasingly giving her a taste of what she knew the surrounding fey could give her.

God, yes. She gave a hiss of pleasure. More hands grappled at her each trying to stake a claim on her skin. They fed off of each other; the lust and aggression they each harboured only added fuel to the fire of passion that was slowly building its way into an unstoppable inferno.

"Do you know what you got into?" Another question she felt no need to respond to. Of course she did. How could she once more walk into these hallowed halls and not once think of the unthinkable sin that awaited her inside? Only the foolish stepped inside Niall's court and thought they could walk out the same as they walked in. Especially if Iri was in town, the former Dark King, temptation personified, made sure the club was full of all the emotions Niall was still too hesitant to command from his fey.

Irial had stepped into the club over half an hour ago and a flood of his former faerie had tried to coax him into the dance floor but none had succeeded. Not until she entered the floor. Surely his eyes were playing tricks on him? Was it really Leslie, his Leslie, once more among her court. Even if it were true what was she doing in one of the Dark Courts Kink clubs? He moved into the throng of fey and humans alike who danced and grabbed at her. They parted to grant him access to his Shadow Girl. She turned to give him a smile full of the cunning and Otherness of the Dark Court. He swore his heart stumbled briefly.

His hand reached towards her before he thought of the consequences, he was poison to her now, deadly to touch. Her smile increased. She pressed against the nearest male body and slowly slid down him, her eyes never leaving Irial's. Her body twisted and danced to the shadows, teasing him, showing him what he could no longer have. A strong desire to find Niall and demand his court back, to lift the curse upon himself, overcame him so strongly to the point where he found himself looking franticly around the club.

Where was his damned King? A brief flutter of Leslie's touch danced across his skin, like a fire barely burning flesh, leaving the pain with only the promise of pleasure. She laughed. The sound easily broke though the music filling the club.

"Niall." His near-snarl sent a ripple of murmurs though the crowd. Niall would be notified of Irial's need for him. Just as Irial caught sight of the King of Nightmares, weaving his way through the crowd, he was struck by the look of twisted pleasure residing in his Kings eyes. They flickered from Irial to Leslie and back again eagerly.

The crowd parted to allow a thin gangway to form with both the current and former Dark King standing at both ends. One more butterfly touch reached his skin before Leslie strode toward Niall, in perfect unison with the pounding beat of the music. They stared into each other's eyes, both filled with expressions of glee and anticipation.

Slowly, oh so slowly, she cast a look at Irial and leaned forward to Niall. The world stopped when her lips touched his. Irial was overcome by jealousy; the emotion was quickly stolen away by an over-eager fey. For once Irial didn't bother to snarl a warning.

He hadn't known he was moving towards his two beloveds until he found Niall, having pulled away from Leslie to watch him approach, holding out a warning hand. Keeping him from the girl he now cradled.

"Careful, Gancanagh. I don't want you hurting her." Amusement was laced into the threat seamlessly. Irial barely suppressed a growl.

"Watch it boy," he snapped, "Or I might just be tempted to take back my court and claim her as mine." The fey around them stopped dancing and all turned eagerly to watch their Kings. A potential challenge to the throne?

Leslie smothered a laugh by burying her face into Niall's shoulder. What was so funny?

Shadows danced around her and the fey closest to her suddenly burst into mischievous grins as if suddenly let in on a joke. A joke Irial was left out of. Niall leaned down to whisper something into her ear. She nodded, still giggling to herself.

In one languid, fluid movement she detached herself from Niall and moved to Irial swaying in the shadows as she went. Her green eyes were inches from his. With the same exaggerated slowness she'd used with Niall she leaned forward.

And kissed him. Hard.

Temptation flooded through him, he shouldn't be doing this, he should stop. She could-and would- grow addicted. He would become a drug she would never get enough of. Why would that damned king let her do this? The fool.

Irial deepened the kiss. Dark Kings, former or present, really didn't resist temptation. It was as she pulled away that the glamour she'd held like a second skin fell away. Eyes with twisting shadows plummeting into a dark abyss stared back at him. Faerie? How could he not have noticed?

"Our Dark Queen, has returned." Niall's deep voice announced. At some point during the encounter the mortals had left the club. The remaining fey rejoiced.

"Dark...Queen?" Leslie flashed another grin. Irial let his earlier growl lose, "I don't like games, Niall. How could you not tell me?" Niall gave a careless shrug, reaching out to brush his hand along his Queen.

"Her idea, not mine."

"If she's no longer mortal then that means I'm-"

"Not deadly to her, quite the opposite really." Niall confirmed. Irial turned to look at Leslie, struggling to keep a harsh look off of his face.

"And you-" She placed a finger against his lips, cutting him off.

"Does it matter now Iri, I'm here now. For your entertainment." She wasn't the one to start the kiss this time.

Irial didn't like to be played for the fool. She'd pay, both his King and newly made Queen would, but for now, while they were in public, he'd play her angel. Soft and Sweet. Later? Later, she'd see how wrong that image was.