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Terry arrived at the party late as usual, four hour's late in fact, but Ink needed to be handled. Though how that Emma lady knew was bugging the hell out of him. He still didn't think she was a Homo Superior. She could have been in cahoots with ink and sold her out.

Terry winced as someone in the crowd elbowed him in the ribs. "Hay no cutting the line ass hole."

The tar bitch put up one hell of a good fight. Now more then ever Terry was happy he picked out the Zorro costume. It covered all the black and blue marks he'd gotten from taking her down. He was just happy that it didn't take much longer or he would've missed the whole party.

Blaze really did know how to throw a party. The line went on for two blocks. It was a good thing Blaze put him on the list. Terry gave the doorman his name and was let in immediately. He could hear the grumbles and complaints of some of the other people that had been standing out there for hours waiting to get in.

The club was packed with people, some he knew, others he didn't. He looked around the room hoping to get a glimpse of Willie when he spotted Dana Dancing with a guy in a batman costume.

Other then the fact that his ex-girlfriend was with someone else, who just happen to be free at the last minute, which really galled Terry; the night was going great. He nearly got his ass kicked by goop, the guy he's been lusting over is not here and his ex-girlfriend was having the time of her life with some guy that could have been in the picture before he was even out. And he's wearing a batman costume. This was just fucking great. "Being batman sucks!"

Blaze had just walked up behind Terry she had seen him come in and wanted to say hi. "What was that Hun?"

Terry turned around with a flabbergasted look on his face that quickly turned into a welcoming smile. "Oh, hi Blaze. I didn't see you there."

"What was that about batman?"

"Oh nothing, I was just thing out loud." Terry glanced over at Dana and her dance partner. Blazes eyes followed the direction. "Oh I see. Yeah how lame is that."

"Yeah." Terry piped up. "He could have gone for something that required a little more thought."

Blaze smiled and decided to change the subject before Terry got all worked up. "I saw you come in so I decided to come and steal the first dance. "Blaze dragged him to the dance floor and kept him there for the first, second and third dance.

"You're quite a thief."

"Stealing dances is a side hobby of mine, I'm really proud of how good I am at it."

Terry could tell that she was trying to keep him as far away from Dana and the bat fake as possible. He couldn't blame her, he did have a reputation for having a temper, not that that had been a problem for a wile now, but blazes main study was psychology and if he was to regress this would most likely put him over the edge.

"This is quite a party you got here."

"I try my best hun." Blaze smiled at him, finished the dance and then passed him off to the next waiting patron. If Terry didn't know any better he would swear that blaze had this planned.

He was on his fifth dance, but this time it was with some girl in a cat woman get-up. She looked really good. Terry danced with tons of people before he became aware of Willie dancing in the corner with some tall blond. He wouldn't have recognized him had he not seen him in hot topic putting the outfit on.

And just as he thought, Willie was surrounded by a crowd of hot people. The music stopped for a moment as the D.J. gave a short update as to when the club would be closing. Terry waited for the next reggae song to come on and then walked across the room to where Willie was dancing.

Terry looked at the guy Willie was dancing with. "mind if I cut in." he gave Willie a smile and then pulled him away from his date before the guy could object. The guy gave Terry a venomous look before stepping aside and smiling at Willie.

"I'll go get us something to drink."

Something about that guy maid the hairs on the back of Terry's neck stand up. Maybe it was the fact that he was on edge, or it could be all the training that Bruce drilled into him, what ever it was it was second nature, so Terry couldn't help but notice that the aura of the club was somehow out of place.

Willie beamed, he hadn't expected his wet dream to be here, not that he would confess to him being his wet dream. He was becoming a perfectionist at making out that stubborn chin. Willie looked up into the taller mans eyes. He could see the fire in them the lust and he had that same kind of fire that same kind of lust. Willie leaned in close to whisper something in Terry's ear.

Willies voice was husky and pleasant; the heat of the shorter mans breath along Terry's neck made him forget about his troubles.

"Why is it that whenever we meet your face is half covered?"

Terry pointed to the blond in the batman outfit. I think you have a thing for men and mystery.

For along while Terry and Willie grinded their hips together in beat with the music. Their hands danced over each other with feather touches, as they dipped and gyrated in pulse with the song. They were quite a scene. They didn't recognize anyone or anything else as they dance. Their bodies were so close that the friction of them snaking together could make you believe that they could start a fire. Their dancing was fluid and hypnotic. Willie added a more pressure to his hips as his finger tips drowned into Terry's shirt. He wanted to touch every inch of his wet dream before he had to let him go.

Terry had become fully aware that every one was looking at them, but at this moment he didn't care. He heard the whispers of some of his fellow classmates wondering who he was. A group of girls giggled as they joined the dance floor. A small crowd had gathered around to watch. Some people cheered them on, others were disgusted and walked away and then there were the ones that spurred them on, and those few dragged their partners away to some hidden corner and did what Terry longed to do to Willie.

Just as the song was ending Terry could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on ends. "Mind if I cut in." the voice was sharp and still venomous, the guys body slid between him and Willie. He handed Willie a cup of sparkling cider and smiled and him.

"You look like you could use a drink. I got you friend one to."

He passed Terry the drink half heartedly causing him to spill the liquid all over his white shirt. Terry was not amused. In fact all he wanted to do was knock that shit head into next week. He knew that the guy dumped the drink on him on purpose, even though he was acting as if it was all just a mistake.

"I'm so sorry, I should have been more careful. if you hurry and but some water on it, I'm sure it will come right out."

Terry smirked at the man. "I'll do that." the turned to look at Willie. "Save me one more dance, will ya."

Willie smirked. "I will."

Terry couldn't put his finger on it, but he really didn't like this guy and now that weird feeling was coming back. He began to study the room, mentally categorizing everything, just like Bruce had taught him. Always trust your gut Terry, that's what Bruce kept on telling him and right now his gut, was telling him that something was going down.

He was nudged out of his train of thought by a sexy red head in an angel's costume. "Hey stud, will-ya dance with me like that." The grin on the guys face was charming.

Terry smiled. "Sure." The guy was hot and he'd be dammed if he let Dana have all the fun, besides he was hoping to piss her off. Not to mention take his mind off of bashing the hell out of Willies boyfriend.