Gonna make you Sweat
Tsuna leaned rigidly up against the wall of the night club, trying his best to remain as calm and inconspicuous as possible. In hopes of not drawing any unnecessary attention from the large crowd of moving bodies positioned out on the dance-floor.
He was scared to death. And with the raging beat going off all around him, he could barely hear himself think. The only thing he wanted to do was to get the hell out of there and go straight back home to forget this night ever happened.
Seriously, why in the world did he let his friends talk him into coming here?
He knew he couldn't dance. This was a known and proven fact. And he also disliked being in overly crowded spaces, since they always managed to make him feel awkward and out of sorts.
And right now, he felt extremely awkward standing there, and would have liked nothing more than to disappear. Tsuna was also mildly pissed off by the fact that the two friends who had roped him into this horrible scenario (Yamamoto and Haru-chan), who also happened to be his ride home, were nowhere to be found.
And he sure as hell wasn't going to walk all the way back home, because that could take all night. And due to his fear of the crowd and general fear of the people in it, he didn't want to attempt to go out looking for the two, 'Cause only god knows what could happen to me if I go in there…" he thought, warily eying the mass of moving limbs. So that left him stuck up against the wall.
He sighed uncomfortably to himself and decided that he might as well hit the bar for a few drinks, so at the very least he could get drunk enough to hopefully forget the finer details of this terrible Saturday night. And maybe he could even loosen up enough to actually relax a bit while he was at it.
This sounded like a good idea to him. So he pushed off the wall slowly and made his way swiftly to the drink counter. Sliding almost too eagerly onto a stool and hitting the bar a couple of times to get the attention of the bartender, he waiting patiently as the man walked over with a grin on his face and spoke loudly to be heard over the music.
"Name your poison." Tsuna stared back at him with wide hopeful golden brown eyes and yelled, "Give me a couple of shots of the strongest stuff you have here!"
The man looked taken aback for a moment, but suddenly let out a hearty laugh. Thinking Tsuna was just another under-aged teenager who didn't know his limits, and figuring he'd comply if only to get an amusing show out of it.
"Two shots of our Sex on the Beach Shooter (1) coming right up!" The bartender turned away from a now slightly blushing Tsuna and began taking out the ingredients for the ordered beverage, mixing them in accordingly with a flourish that left Tsuna gaping in awe. A large grin stretching across his face as he walked back over to the young man and slid him two full sized shot glasses and poured the mixture in, eying the brunette with an amused sparkle in his beady black eyes.
Tsuna then nodded in oblivious thanks and picked up the first glass, now fully intent upon leaving the club drunk and stoned as he slowly downed the burning liquid.
Rokudo Mukuro pulled up beside his favorite night club on the back of his black motorcycle, flanked by two of his companions on matching vehicles, with a wide smile on his face. His eyes were alight with mischief as he slid off the back of his ride swiftly, walking with a natural grace towards the familiar doorman standing guard at the side entrance.
The guard simply nodded in a bored fashion at the tall man and his companions and let them all through without incident. Mukuro's smile stretched wider as he entered the building.
It was just the way he liked it, packed, chaotic, and full to the brim with potential candidates for his weekend escapades.
He took a deep breath to take in the atmosphere of the club and then set off straight for the bar to begin his routine scopage.
Feeling like tonight, he definitely would not be leaving the building alone.
As if he ever.
Tsuna had yet to finish the second shot glass and already his body felt loose and compliant. All the previous anxiety he had felt in being here had just about disappeared completely, and he was actually starting to enjoy the loud music in the background.
His focus was drawn back out to the dance-floor which was still crowded with moving bodies, and he felt like he might actually like to join them. However, due to the fact that he was still (remarkably) half sober, he could tell that doing that was a bad idea, even though he had long since forgotten why.
He watched in a dazed fashion as the music picked up and the beat became even louder and more insistent. Practically begging him to get up and start moving. Yet he remained seated and took another short sip from his drink.
Feeling the imagined heat from the beverage coiling down through his spine, his cheeks flushed pleasurably at the sensation.
He was so wrapped up in himself that he didn't even take notice of the body that had just sat down next to him and ordered a drink.
Unknowingly coming under heavy scrutiny as he continued to wistfully watch the dance-floor, all sobriety now just about fully gone.
As Mukuro made his way easily over to the bar, which was usually the best vantage point for scoping out the crowd, he noticed a lone figure sitting in his usual spot, and raised a curious eye brow over the presence of the now up-close, believed to be young half drunken teenage boy.
Who was obliviously eying the crowd with a heavy blush on his features and a small tell-tale grin on his face, which spoke loudly to Mukuro of his apparent level of drunkenness.
The darkly clad man decided to make use of this rare and easily presented target, and sat down next to the boy, ordering a drink from the bartender and studying the younger man's body with a critical and steadily being pleased eye.
Taking in everything about the boy, from his wildly attractive brown hair, glazed over large golden brown eyes, slender build, and strangely becoming blush, all the way down to his simple yet flattering attire which consisted of; a loosely fitted white long sleeved button down shirt, khaki mildly tight fitting slacks (which showed off his shapely legs quite nicely, mind you), and a pair of regular white sneakers to top it all off.
"Bingo, we have a winner." he thought with a growing grin on his face and a steadily growing arousal pushing against his own black leather pants.
The bartender returned moments later with his drink in hand and said loudly, "Your regular's on the house tonight Mukuro, as long as you pay for the kid!"
Mukuro grinned lecherously and responded, "Oya, I didn't know you treated minors Marty." The now named bartender smirked back at Mukuro and gave a small shrug, "I got bored! Kid even asked for it himself! So who the hell am I to deny?!" he then let out a barking laugh which was joined by a small chuckle from Mukuro.
"Fine, I'll pay for the kid. What did he order anyways?" The bartender grinned widely and gave Mukuro a conspiratorial glance, "Two shots of our second strongest beverage, Sex on the Beach." He smirked at the small tick in Mukuro's left oddly mismatched eye as the dark man played it off with a slightly annoyed grin.
"The second most expensive thing you sell here. Joy." He then glared over at the younger teen, who remained completely impartial to their conversation and took a sip from his drink, noticing the still full second glass of the damnably expensive beverage, and deciding to go in for a discount.
Mukuro grinned slyly back at the bartender who was staring back at him expectantly from the other end of the bar, polishing a clean shot glass and humming an barely heard ditty with a greedy aura circulating around him.
"Although the boy ordered two shots, he has yet to finish but one, Marty…so if I get him away from the bar before the second ones finished, you'll only be adding one of his drinks to my regular bill."
Marty paled a few notches and gave the cunning man a withering glare. "You're a cheapskate you know that?"
Mukuro gave a smile of false innocence to the bartender and responded casually, "I simply know how to manage my money properly."
Marty rolled his eyes and gave a dismissive gesture. "Fine fine, do whatever you want! But that one drink's going on your bill with tax regardless!"
Mukuro grinned at his small victory and finished off his drink, nodding only slightly at the bartender before swooping down with a sly look to catch his prey.
Oh yes, tonight, he definitely would not be leaving alone.
Tsuna took another sip from his rapidly emptying shot glass and flushed heavily from the heat. The air around him was starting to get awfully warm, and he felt the need to lose a bit of clothing.
But thankfully, he still had the good sense to restrain himself, and instead opted to finish off his drink so that he could get started on the second glass.
His hand went out once more for the first shot in an effort to throw back the last few sips, only to be hindered by a gloved hand reaching out to stop him.
His brow furrowed deeply in confusion as he turned around slowly to be meant with the dangerously grinning face and mismatched stare of a man he had never seen before.
He opened him mouth to speak, but the stranger beat him to the punch.
"Hello there, my name is Rokudo Mukuro. Would you care to dance?"
To be continued…
A/N: -cheeky grin- And that's all she wrote! Stay tuned for the next chapter to find out what Tsuna's response will be, and if Mukuro will indeed be leaving the club with our bewildered Tuna-fish on his arm! Until next time! Arrivederci! REVIEW FOLKS!!
Disclaimer: I don't own. You don't sue!
1.) I did a bit of research, and 'Sex on the Beach Shooter' is an actual drink, and it's made with: 1/2 oz. Vodka, 1/4 oz. Melon Liqueur, 1/4 oz. Raspberry Liqueur, 1/2 oz. Pineapple Juice, 1/2 oz. Cranberry Juice
Or so my sources tell me! –cheeky grin- Kudos to anyone who can figure out why I picked this particular drink for the fic! –giggles- Its really not that hard!
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