I like being here, being able to deck out in a nice red shirt and my tightest black jeans, chains galore covering them, clinking with every move; such a nice change from suits and ties. Outside my normal day. Club Love, such a suitable name.

Bodies swaying on the dance floor, to the hypnotic sound of the music, brushing against each other every now and then, acts so intimate, sensual. My very presence here a taboo.

You meet people here, take them home, use them, lose them, and then repeat the process as often as you like.

I notice him dancing in the crowd, so beautiful.

"Xigbar, who is that guy on the dance floor?" I ask, breaking my silence. Xigbar looks up, following the direction of my nod. The person in question is a young, blonde male. He's dressed head-to-toe in black – black wife-beater, tight black jeans, and a pair of knee-high black lace-up boots. Chains hang from the belt loops of his jeans, bouncing as he moves. He has thick silver clips on his earlobes and a single crystal stud at the top of each ear. The blonde is twisting and grinding seductively to the music, eyes half lidded. He turns his head, eyes opening, and my gaze locks onto his. I inhale sharply. His eyes are lined with kohl, their color a deep, cloudy blue. There's something captivating about them, pulling me in, piercing me through. A lazy smirks slithers across his face, only enhancing his features. I faintly realize Xigbar is speaking to me.

"Him? Don't know his name, but he shows up here a lot. Mostly during the week though. He only started coming a few months ago, but he's well known. People call him the Blue Devil."

"Blue?" I question in a daze, still entranced by the blonde's stare.

"Mmm. His eyes."

God, he has the most beautiful blue eyes, and that outfit is such a tease. I just have to dance with him, I feel this force pulling me to him. I suddenly find myself next to him.

"May I cut in?" I ask, licking my suddenly dry lips. He's far more gorgeous up close, though he's at least a head shorter than me.

He looks up at me, a glimmer of mischief flitting through his dark eyes. "If you think you're worthy," he purrs, voice like velvet. The sultry tone sends a shiver through my body.

"I think I am," I respond as I push his growling dance partner away. "Mmm, you're pretty cute," I add, grabbing his ass.

The blonde smirks. "Who says you can touch the merchandise? I don't even know you." He's pushing closer to me despite his words. His body is all toned, lithe muscle, I can tell already.

I lick my lips again. "You could get to know me," I say as I start grinding against him. I lean forward. "You might even like me," I whisper in his ear.

I feel his tongue trace the shell of my ear. I pull back, creating a small distance between us. His hands slide down my chest, his fingers slowing to trail lightly along my navel. Another shiver runs down my spine, and a small moan escapes my lips.

"And you wanna call me frisky," I say, my cheeks tinting pink.

He smirks playfully, hooking his fingers in my belt loops. "Hmmm...that's a nice look for you."

"Well, why don't you take me home?" I say, trying to be bold, but my voice falters and my words stumble over each other.

He raises a slender brow, his smirk transforming into a grin. "Not gonna try to take the reins there, big boy?"

My face just grows a deeper shade of red. I stick my tongue out, showing of the silver ball piercing in its center. "Maybe I like to be used more than I like to use," I whisper lowly by his ear.

He draws back a little, looking me up and down in consideration. "Only if you make it worth my while," he says finally, looking up through his lashes. I hook my fingers into the front of his pants.

"I behave nicely."

"Do you now?" he growls lowly. "Not too nicely I hope. I like a little challenge."

"I behave if you make me," I say, nipping his neck.

"Really? Guess we'll see then," he replies, his fingers sliding through mine. I feel a small tug and my feet move, following as he leads me through the dance floor to the exit.

"So where are we going?" I ask, as I feel myself being pulled outside.

"Your place," he says, suddenly stopping. His hand leaves mine, and he crosses his arms. "Guess it's your turn to lead."

"Oh, ok. Are you sure you're old enough to sit in the front?" I tease, walking over to my car. Old habits die hard, my smart ass attitude being one such example.

He smirks lazily. "Well, if you have to ask that..." He trails off, not moving from his spot.

"No, no, no." I grab his hand and pull him to the car. He lets me pull him along. We get in and I start the short drive to my place. He stares out of the window the whole ride, and I find myself wondering what's going through his mind. I can't help it, I've never been one to not speak my mind unless I knew for sure I'd get in trouble, so I dare to ask now.

"So..." I start out, rubbing my hand up and down his leg. "What's going on in that head of yours?"

He reacts so fast I can't tell if I imagined it or not. His head spins around, a dangerous look flashing in his eyes. His hand lashes out to apparently smack my hand away, but it freezes halfway there. I blink, and everything seems the same as it was before I spoke. He leans back in the seat and looks up at me with calm, calculating eyes. His hand reaches towards mine and he trails his fingers up my arm.

"I don't think that's any of your business," he drawls smoothly. His tone is even, without any emotion that would indicate negative feelings. He leaves me so confused. Why did he act like that?

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you," I say, putting both hands back on the wheel. "If you don't wanna go I can take you back to the club," I add, frowning.

He hums slightly to himself but doesn't move to look back out the window.

"I didn't say that. I just don't care much for sharing my mind with one nights stands," he says bluntly. "Question is, do you still want me to come?" he adds, stretching out, showing off the smooth, tan skin of his navel as his shirt rides up. A quick glance and I see his eyes watching me. They're burning, clouded, showing off a taste of the seductive heat and raw desire within. His outburst slides from my mind.

"If I didn't want you, you would know it," I say grinning wickedly. "But do you still want me?" I bravely start running my hand back up his leg.

He smirks and leans up, whispering in my ear. "If I didn't, I wouldn't be wasting my time."

"Well here we are, "I say pulling up to my mansion. "I hate living here," I mumble to myself.

He looks out the window and raises a brow. He looks back at me and smirks. "Not the average club goer I see," he purrs. Then he's opening the door and stepping out into the cool air.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" I say, pulling him to my front door. I open it and pull him in.

He hums absently. "Oh, nothing." He wanders over toward the couch, tracing fingers along various furniture as he goes. "So let me guess..." He's looking around. "Fairly wealthy, important job...likes to slum with the 'average' people every now and then?" He's smirking again as he looks back at me. I wonder for a moment if that's one of the only expressions he knows how to make.

"As if they are average!" I retort just a little too loudly, getting drinks for the two of us.

He laughs in response. It's short, but it catches my attention.

"Why laugh?"

He waves it of with a small smirk. "Nothing. Kind of an inside joke. You have a point though. We're just another type of extreme, no?" He saunters over, seating himself on the counter, crossing his slender legs. He leans back on his hands. My gaze rakes over him unabashedly.

"Well then, how would you like to start?" I ask, walking up and standing in front of him. His gaze narrows.

"Surprise me."


A.N. Sorry to end it there! I'll have the lemon posted tomorrow. I just wanted to post something in time for AukuRoku day, haha. 8)