I was taking the long way home, circling through downtown for the fun of it, when an all too familiar head of hair caught my sight.

I'd only ever met him once but my dreams had burned his face into my mind; Nasir. No, Tiberius. He was standing in line for some trashy downtown club, hanging off some guy's arm as if they were lovers.

I didn't stop to think, just pulled into the first parking lot I drove by, paid, and ran back up the block to the club.

I didn't see Tiberius in the line, so he must have gotten in already. I fussed with my hair a bit, looked at my tight blue jeans and tight black shirt, they'd have to be good enough, and walked up to the door man, palming him a $20 with a wink. One he returned and let me in, I paid the ridiculous cover charge and prayed that Tiberius had as well.

I wandered a bit, taking in the rainbow decorations, the over abundance of men bent together in close convertation.

Oh, OH. I'd found my way to a gay bar.

Chasing after a guy, who I'd spent my life dreaming about.

I myself wasn't even too sure if I was gay or not. The only person I'd ever felt affection for in my real life or in my dreams had been Nasir, maybe I was? Maybe I wasn't? I didn't know, all I knew was that someone who was quite possibly the Nasir I used to love had come into a gay bar on another man's arm.

What the fuck was I doing?!

This was stalker behavior! I'd only just met Tiberius today, barely talked to him, and here I was following him and his maybe boyfriend into a gay bar.

Looking around I noticed I was drawing a fair amount of attention, maybe the pants were tighter than I'd thought? Still, I was here, might as well look around.

But first I really needed to straighten my head out and made a beeline for the bathroom.

The bathrooms were actually quite nice for a club, and by that I mean no one had vomited on the floor yet. There was a large "NO FUCKING" sign on the door, and graffiti all over the walls and stalls from the typical "Joe is GAY!" to dicks, to phone number promising drugs or a quick fuck.

The back most stall was open, a pair of people standing with their backs to me, not that I cared, it was their bodies if they wanted to have fun here instead of a bed who was I to judge?

With a deep breath I moved to the sink closest to the door and farthest from the panting pair in the last stall. Taking a moment I bent over the sink, splashing water over my face and actually fixing my hair. If Tiberius was here I wanted to look at least half decent.

There was a grunt from the last stall, the person half in the doorway stumbled back a step. "What the fuck? I'm paying you aren't I?"

"And I said 'Fuck that'!"

I knew that voice. I would always know that voice.

"I'm an escort not some fucking whore!" That was Tiberius, it didn't matter that I'd only met him today, everything about him was already imprinted on my very soul. I was frozen, this man, so like the Nasir of my dreams, was a fucking escort while Nasir had been a god damn body slave.

The other man surged forward, there was the sound of a punch, a grunt.

"Fucking Slut!" Came the angry shout, that was the other man, probably whoever Tiberius had come in with. Then sharp impact of a back handed blow and the shaking thud of someone falling against the flimsy metal walls of a cheap bathroom stall.

I could still hear the pounding bass from the dance floor though the heavy bathroom door but now the pounding of my rage was drowned it out.

What ever spell had frozen me before broke with Tiberius' grunt of pain. Even now the other man was winding up for another blow.

Four long strides put me behind the man, with an iron grip I took hold of the man's shirt, easily throwing the thin man against the bathroom sinks.

"Who the fuck are you?!"

The man was much older than either Tiberius or I, with short dark hair, and a plain average face. Such a plain man the only interesting thing about his face was the bleeding bite mark on his lips.

"Your fucking doom if you lay hands on any other unwilling person again." I promised, drawing myself to full height and flexing, at 6'2 and ripped from daily training I was a man not to be fucked with.

Something this sniffling shit obviously understood and he was already scrambling to flee. "You can be sure I'll report this assault!" The worthless fuck was promising, his voice shaking.

"And shall I report you forcing yourself on an unwilling young man?" I replied with a grin, begging this man to give me an excuse to beat him within an inch of his. "Now Spartacus normally works with women being assaulted but he's not the sort to turn a blind eye to anyone in need"

This worthless scrap of humanity paled at Spartacus' name. "Lier! How could you know such a man?"

"Care to test me?"

He didn't, Tiberius' would be assailant ran.

"I didn't need help."

I turned around, Tiberius was on the floor, between the toilet and the stall wall, his jeans tight, dirty and torn, his shirt bloody and rumpled, nose dripping blood, and right cheek bright red and his eye already beginning to bruise.

"Maybe not, but I do enjoy a good excuse to beat a man in need of it." I said, not willing to say that they idea of anyone hurting him sent me spinning into a blind rage.

I helped Tiberius up, watching him limp to the sink to clean off most of the blood.

"Are you okay?" I couldn't stop the words from spilling out, anymore than I could help the heartbroken sound of my own voice.

Tiberius gave me a strange look, before turning back to the mirror and wincing when he touched his nose. "I'm fine, lucky for me my stalker showed up."

He was teasing me! Tiberius was fucking teasing me and with a straight face no less! Then his words sank in, he thought me a fucking stalker!

"I didn't- I'm!"

Tiberius turned back to me, "What else am I to call you? I never got your name at 'Minerva's' and now you show up, the same day hours later."

"Mere coincidence," I promised, coincidence that I saw him while driving by, I admitted only to myself. "Agron, my name is Agron."

Tiberius smirked at that, distracted from the blood still dripping from his nose.

"Here, let me help you." I moved behind him, barely touching him to turning him around and tilt his head back. I took the paper towel from his fingers and pinched his nose shut myself.

Tiberius winced a little, but said nothing, breathing deeply through his mouth. I could still hear the echo's of music and chatter through the shut door, someguy, drunk or high, stumbled into the first stall, his friend following, neither paid us any attention.

"Th'nks," Tiberius mumbled into my hand, voice stuffy from my hold on his nose.

Removing my hand and the paper towel I moved back. "Did you drive?" I asked, praying he hadn't.

Tiberius shook his head, "Nah, you scared off my ride."

"Come on. I'll take you home." I offered turning away.

The club was loud and full, looking back I took Tiberius' hand so as to not lose him, but even after we left neither or us made a move to release the other. The night was getting steadily colder and the chilling breeze helped clear my head.

"You know, you could alway take me to your home, have some fun there."

Surprised I stumbled a little, looking back at Tiberius whose hand I still held. The man looked 100% innocent, until he grinned at me. "Well?"

I turned back leading him to my car. "Thanks but I'll wait till you want to take me your house."

Unruffled by rejection Tiberius climbed into the passenger seat and gave me directions to the place he and Chadara shared.

We drove in silence, Tiberius texting away, the radio a dull roar of background noise, lights outside flashing by. I kept to the speed limit, wanting to go as slow as I could to drag out every moment while my nerves were on fire.

All too soon I pulled up outside of Tiberius and Chadara's apartment. When Tiberius made no move to get out I looked at him, when had he gotten my cell?

"What are you doing?"

"Texting myself, in case you ever change your mind." The grin he gave me almost changed my mind for me, only in my dreams had I ever been half as turned on so quickly and so thoroughly. It seemed the real thing was even better.

~~o~~

I drove home in a trance; the only thoughts in my head were all about Tiberius. That Tiberius/ Nasir was real. That I had found him. That I hadn't said yes and taken him home.

I had found him, my fierce dark little lover.

When I got home to the small townhouse I shared with Duro I kicked off my shoes, turning on the lights. Duro's car had been in the front so he must have come home, probably in his room and hopefully not asleep.

"Duro!" I called into the seeming empty house and heard movement from his room. Yup, still up and slammed open his door. "I saw him! Nasir I found him! He's as perfect as-"

I froze, Chadara was in Duro's bed, both of them naked.

"Oh, I didn't know-"

"GET OUT!" Duro yelled throwing a pillow at me.

Laughing I ducked and slammed the door shut. Stifling my laughter with the back of my hand I stood waited a moment, my other hand still on the doorknob. I was excited to have found the man I'd spent my life dreaming of but I'd feel awful if it turned out I'd ruined the night for my brother. A moment passed, then another, then I heard giggles and soon joined by my brother's chuckles, followed by an excited squeal that had to be Chadara.

Well at least one of us was getting some.