"Where am I," questioned a sleepy blonde.

"You could be a thousand places by now, you know, but fortunately for you, pity was taken and you find yourself in my bed so to speak."

"You," said Chris, blinking as his eyes adjusted,"I know you don't I?"

Eyes rolled upwards in exasperation. "Of course, blondie. I don't let just anyone in my bed you know."

"You're the girl from the bar." Chris reddened. She had tried to make a fool out of him. Hell, she probably succeeded if he was here instead of with those hottie bartenders.

"Bingo."

"Where is, ah, what's his name?" Chris frowned as he thought hard.

"The bartender?"

"Yes! Where is he?" Chris's face lit up with recognition. Xeny's on the other hand, seemed to get colder somehow. He had reached a line she would not let him cross.

"He is where all good little bartenders should be, behind the bar."

"Ah, man. That sucks."

Her expression softened minutely at Chris's antics, his look of profound sorrow was just funny.

"I really wanted to get to know him, too," continued Chris.

"Perhaps you'll get your chance someday, blondie, but not this night."

Chris tilted his head to look at her in question. "Why's that?

A slow smirk formed on her face, the omen of things to come. "You're mine now, blondie."

A hand shot out to wrap a fist in his hair, giving it a little yank making him flinch. "Hey! What're you tal-"

Cold metal slipped around a wrist with a resounding click that he had not seen with his still fuzzy perception. "What the hell?"

Chris's eyebrows shot skywards. A few moments passed by with no reaction, then suddenly a cocky look took over his face.

"If you wanted to play kinky, girl, all you had to do was say so."

He lifted his unbound hand to reach out for her, but was waylayed by a grip around his wrist. "Hold on there, blondie."

Chris cocked his head in question, looking so much like a indigant shaggy blonde puppy, Xeny almost laughed.

The sheet that was covering Chris was whipped off, a moment later, legs were covering his and she was on him. She spoke concisely and to the point.

"I have helped you, given you advice which you ignored, given my time which cannot be replaced, cared for you, made you comfortable, and now, you belong to me."

Unused to such aggressiveness from a female, the blonde's eyes went wide, his mouth dropping open in disbelief. This was a strange situation. Chris was always up for a little fun, but he was always the pursuer, not the pursuee.

"Wait a second, I don't-" But he was cut off, again. How irritating!

"Would you like for me to let you up?"

Chris frowned at that. His body was already showing signs of arousal, and though this was an unusual situation, he wasn't opposed to a little playing to get what he needed.

"No."

She looked at him sideways, eyes narrowing. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I knew you wanted me," was his recourse.

She finally did chuckle then. "So, consent given then, hmm?"

He flashed her a megawatt smile that always worked on all the ladies. "Sure."

Smirking, she just looked down at him, her legs still entwined with his. He wouldn't know what hit him. "Merci."

The hand wrapped around his wrist eased, and he let her pull it over his head, the resounding click of handcuffs following as he knew it would. What could he say, he was a slut when the mood took him as it did now. He smirked up at her.

"So, what did you have in mind?" A hand grabbed his chin and lips smashed against his own in a rough, searing kiss. He made a noise low in his throat in approval. She backed off for a moment, sitting on his lap, knees on either side of his body. Her eyes caught the dim moonlight for a moment, making them shimmer.

"Mine," was half snarled before her lips came crashing down on his again. He really should have asked what he was getting into before giving his consent.

Poor schmuck.

--

Morgan frowned as he poured, his attention not on the alcohol but on the situation he had found himself in. Advice from two people he respected, loved even, flowed through his mind. With a light sigh, he turned back to the bar, drinks in hand. He was sorely missing the two women patrons from earlier, they weren't rowdy like the one's at the bar now. But, he supposed he couldn't blame them for wandering off hand in hand when these three came up to the bar. It was late, almost closing time, and it seemed to Morgan that these three were purposely driving his patience to the limit.

"Those drinks gonna be done sometime this century?"

Morgan stiffened, steeling himself against their barbs. He forced himself to smile as he presented the drinks with a flourish. "Here you are."

"'Bout damn time," grumbled one.

"Leave him alone, Alex, let the boy do his job."

"Well, if he wasn't taking so long and spacing out, I wouldn't have said anything would I?"

"Leave off, Lex. You're being an ass."

"Oh, alright. But only for you, Kazumi."

The other smirked at the display of his two friends. They were so gone. "Oi! You two behave yourselves. We still have too show up for the wedding tomorrow!"

The two turned in tandem to look at their friend. "You sound like my mother, Dane."

"As it should be, Brat! I might as well be after all the crap you put me through!"

Morgan frowned at the display, the camraderie of the three was fine, but they were steadily getting louder as time passed, as people drinking were want to do of course. But, he was afraid if they continued, one of the guards would escort them out. In their state, they would probably take insult. His mind whirled with thoughts on how to get them to calm down. Aha!

"Gentlemen, can I interest you in some brandy? On the house of course." It wasn't exactly his best idea ever, but in his current state of thought, it was all he could think of. His suggestion was met with warmth, so he took it as a win.

"Best idea you've had since we got here, boy," said Alex.

"He's offering free liquor, don't grumble at the person with the booze," prompted Kazumi.

"Exactly," agreed Dane.

" Yeah, yeah."

Morgan gave the trio a strained grin, his eyes darting around to make sure none of the guards were nearby as he set down their drinks on the bar. He propped himself up on his elbows to lean against it with a tiny groan, his poor feet.

"Oh, hey, nice tattoo," exclaimed Dane, admiring the intricate artwork on Morgan's left shoulder.

"Yeah, nice," agreed Alex.

"It makes no sense," said Kazumi knowingly, shooting his hand out suddenly to wrap around Morgan's bicep to pull him closer. Morgan let out a small noise at being caught offguard by one of them.

"What do you mean, Kazumi," asked Alex.

Kazumi pointed to the japanese lettering on Morgan's shoulder, his grip surprisingly gentle, but firm as his index finger stroked along the artwork.

"Here, it says right instead of left, the right hand it says."

"That makes no sense," stated Dane.

"Yeah, looks like you got gipped, boy," crowed Alex.

Morgan had stiffened initially when grabbed by Kazumi, but as he let go, he gave a small caress to his flesh at the elbow, making Morgan shiver. The caress was strangely comforting. Morgan just stared at Kazumi for a moment, before blinking once and turning his gaze to his tattoo.

"It's supposed to say right instead of left, it's what I wanted. My sister has the same tat that says 'the left hand' on her right shoulder."

"Strange," murmured Kazumi, knocking back the free booze in one shot.

"I agree, you're one strange person, boy," Alex gloated, as if he had knowledge of something Morgan didn't. Dane simply nodded his agreement, too busy sipping at his liquor to form consonant or vowel sounds.

Out of the din, Korn's 'Alone I Break' sounded, a signal that only a half hour remained until closing time. Thank goodness.

"Gentlemen, may I interest you in a last round? The bar is closing for the night."

"Aw, and here I was just getting to like you, boy," sarcasm taking free reign from Alex, naturally.

"Yes, it would be appreciated," began Kazumi, but then narrowed his gaze at Alex, who in turn reddened and glanced away.

"So, should I be calling one cab or two," asked Morgan.

His question was greeted with silence for a few moments, Dane even going so far as to raise an eyebrow in mocking at his two compatriots.

"Answer the question, koi," said Kazumi with a smile, his voice curling senuously like a snake over everyone's senses. Damn, thought Morgan, this man was... Dangerous. No other word for him.

"T..Two," stuttered Alex.

"Alright then, you gentlemen enjoy your drinks, I'll be back momentarily," said Morgan with amusement.

"Will do," said Dane and Alex in tandem. Kazumi merely nodded this time, which strangely dissappointed Morgan for a moment.

Grinning at the three, he exited the bar, walking across the edges of the dance floor to the phone against the opposite wall. He picked up the phone from it's cradle and set it against his ear, pushing 4. It rang once, then twice, before a voice answered.

"Talia speaking."

"Hi, Tal. Call me two cabs and get someone to let me know when they arrive, okay?"

"Sure thing darlin'."

"You're a doll, Tal."

Talia giggled as she gave her thanks and hung up. Morgan returned the phone to it's cradle and turned, striding back to the bar.

"About 15 minutes, gentlemen," said Morgan, slipping back behind the bar to tidy up. His back was turned when Trish and Lita, both out of breath hopped up on stools.

"Can't a girl get any service around here," rang out Lita teasingly, squeezing Trish's hand before dropping it.

Morgan whipped around and grinned his megawatt smile at the glowing pair, obvious to him what they had been doing.

"My two favorite patrons," said Morgan, bowing at the pair with a flourish making them giggle. "How may I service you," questioned Morgan with a waggle of eyebrows.

Dane snorted into his drink at the display. Surprisingly, it was Alex whose smile was the most genuine at the blonde and redhead.

"One last beer I think for us," said Lita, turning to look at Trish, who nodded in agreement.

"Two beers coming right up!"

A moment later, two ice cold beers sat before the ladies who grinned in appreciation.

"So ladies, what have you been up too?" questioned Morgan.

Trish blushed while Lita smirked at that question.

"Reaaallly," dragged out Morgan knowingly.

"Yup," said Lita, taking a swig of her beer.

"This place is so weird," murmured Trish.

"I like it," said the redhead.

"Me, too," agreed Alex, who was being surprisingly polite to the two females. Both women smiled at him sweetly. An arm curled around Alex's waist and tugged him toward a hard body.

"Mine," stated Kazumi bluntly.

Both women widened their eyes at that, Lita even going so far as to clasp Kazumi on the shoulder. "Nice," she said. They both grinned as they clasped hands again, Lita nodding toward Trish. "Mine," she said just as bluntly.

Kazumi relaxed a bit then. "Nice," he replied with a small smile, making Trish redden.

"Yup," said the redhead.

Morgan just shook his head at the display and glanced at his watch.

"It's near closing time ladies, shouldn't you find your friends?"

"Good point," said Trish, giving a tug at Lita's hand.

"We'll be back again," said Lita.

"I look forward to it," said Morgan with a grin, nodding at the two.

The two women wandered off again clasping hands, and dissappeared into the crowd. Morgan's cellphone rang from behind the bar, the light tune of Final Fantasy 7 alerted him and he grasped it to his ear when he saw the number. "Morgan here."

"The cabs are here, darlin'."

"Thanks, Tal. I'll talk to you later."

"Sure thing."

Both hung up, Morgan turning his gaze to the three still sitting at the bar.

"Your cabs are out front, gentlemen."

The three nodded as they gathered up various items and stood. "It was nice meeting you, boy," said Alex, surprising the hell out of Morgan.

"You, too."

Dane and Alex turned, supporting each other as they stumbled off, Kazumi still standing before Morgan.

"You could come along if you want, koi."

Morgan blushed at the offer, almost half-tempted to take him up on it. He looked wistfully at Kazumi. "No, thankyou."

Kazumi eyed Morgan for a moment, before drawing a card from his wallet and handing it to Morgan.

"My cellphone number is on this card, as well as Alex's. Call us if you ever feel lonely."

Morgan reddened but took the card, placing it in his jeans pocket, nodding placatingly. "Will do."

Kazumi gazed a moment longer at him, before letting his fingertips pet the top of Morgan's hand on the bar. "You do that, koi."

With a sensuous smile he turned, walking off into the crowd, his dark hair shining under the lighting. Morgan let out a slow breath after moment. Damn, that guy WAS dangerous. Shaking his head at himself, he turned to his task of tidying up the bar, putting glasses and liquor away for the night. He hoped Trish and Lita had found their friends. What a pair those two made, he thought, and with a grin, went back to cleaning up the bar.

--

A pair of blondes were cuddled together on the large bed in the center of 'the attic', having taken the opportunity to avail themselves of all the surfaces and toys provided for them there. Adam had a self satisfied grin on his face as he pulled one worn out Jay to him.

"You're definitely going to be sore in the morning, baby. We're going to have to take a nice hot bath when we head back to the hotel."

"Mmm," mumbled Jay sleepily

Adam chuckled at the debauched look his partner was currently sporting. He'd have to strive to put it there more often. It was definitely the look for him.

"What time is it," questioned Jay quietly.

"Almost closing time."

Jay smacked Adam across the stomach.

"The hell?"

"We didn't get to explore the rest of the place!"

Jay's indigant look made Adam chuckle.

"Are you saying you'd have rather gone exploring than spent the night here with me?"

"Of course not," said Jay. "I'd just would've liked to see everything. Who knows when we'll get another chance."

"We'll get another chance. We've got two more days before we have to get on the move."

Jay sat up, his eyes alight. "So, we'll come back again? On our own?"

Adam grinned up at him, stroking a hand along a bruise that was forming on his lover's hip, making him shiver.

"Sure, baby, we'll come back."

"Cool!"

"You really like this place, huh."

"Yep, it's coolio."

"Coolio?"

Jay nodded emphatically. "Coolio."

Adam snorted in amusement. "I think you've been spending too much time with Chris."

"I didn't steal it from Chris, I stole it from Rico!"

"Now I know it's bad," said Adam, shaking his head.

"Is not! It's..It's.."

"Coolio?"

"Yep."

Adam cracked up as Jay frowned down at him. Adam reached up to wrap his arms around Jay's waist, dragging them both up until Jay was cuddled in his lap.

"Don't frown at me, Jay," stated Adam. "It's not my fault if you're amusing from time to time."

"I'm amusing all the time," laughed Jay.

"Yup."

"We'd better get dressed, baby," said Adam. "Don't want to get locked up in here do we?"

"No way. That would be creepy," said Jay. "Can you imagine the headlines?"

Adam groaned. Vince would kill them.

"Hop to it then, baby," said Adam, sliding them over to the edge of the bed where Jay stood first with a groan.

"Definitely a hot bath when we get back," said Jay with a grin.

A couple of knocks suddenly sounded at the door to "the attic" surprising both of them. Jay grabbed a blanket and covered both of them up in a hurry while Adam sounded out a welcome. The door popped open where Dorian stood grinning.

"I see you two have worn yourselves completely out," laughed Dorian, his gaze wandering over Jay's bare flesh.

Adam almost growled at him, pulling Jay closer to himself, his fingers digging into the bruise forming on Jay's hip. Jay gave a disgruntled sort of noise.

"Adam, that hurts," Jay half-whimpered.

Adam loosened his grip on his lover, petting his hip. But, there was no way he was letting him loose while that guy was in the room. Something about him just seemed to make the caveman come out of Adam.

"Tsk, tsk," admonished Dorian. "You should be gentle."

Adam held his tongue for a moment before grating out,"What do you want?"

"It's time for all good little blondes to go home, we're about to close. You're women friends are looking for you."

"What about Chris, the other guy we came with, is he with them," asked Jay. He turned to look at Adam with a grin forming on his face. "Or maybe he scored with the bartender he was checking out."

Dorian's gaze grew colder for a moment, making Jay huddle up even closer to Adam.

"I do not know where your other companion is at the moment," bit out Dorian. "But, I can guarantee you he is NOT with the bartender."

"Oh," said Jay in a small voice.

Dorian's gaze lightened at Jay's soft tone. "Come now you two, I'll be back in a few minutes to guide you down to the main floor."

With that, Dorian turned and walked through the open door, closing it softly behind him. Adam let out a breath he had been holding.

"I really don't like that guy," Adam grated.

Jay snorted in amusement. "I could tell."

"Let's hurry up or he might pop back in while we're still half naked. He might decide he likes you. Or me."

"No way!"

Jay scrambled off the bed, picking up strewn articles of his and Adam's clothing, throwing Adam's on the bed beside him.

"Get dressed," said Jay, a determined look on his face. "You're mine," he said bluntly.

Adam smiled at him, showing teeth. "I know baby, I know."

Both threw on clothes, tidying up the room as they went. Albeit, one blonde a little slower than the other.

A knock sounded once more. "You two decent?"

"We're never decent," said Adam.

Dorian opened the door, a grin displayed on his face. "Neither am I," he replied.

"Come on, I'll guide you back down, just follow me," said Dorian.

Both blondes nodded and stepped up to the doorway.

"I hope you two plan to see us again sometime soon," said Dorian as he stepped into the hall, the other two following.

"Oh we do, Adam promised!"

Dorian chuckled at Jay's enthusiasm. "Good on you, Adam."

Adam just nodded, not trusting his voice at the moment or what might come out of it. They reached a doorway midway down the hall and stepped through. "Whoa," said Jay.

"It's completely dark in here," said Adam. "I can't see a thing."

Jay grabbed Adam's arm so he wouldn't trip over his own two feet. While Adam begrudingly let Dorian grab hold of his shirt.

"That's the idea behind this room," stated Dorian. "A lot of things go on in the dark."

Jay giggled at the thought of what sorts of things probably went on in there as a door popped open, letting light come dancing through the darkness. Imagine his surprise at finding out exactly what DID happen earlier in the evening in that very room.

"This way, boys."

Adam and Jay followed Dorian through the doorway and found themselves once again on the main floor.

"I trust you can find your way from here."

Adam and Jay nodded, Jay giving Dorian a shy smile.

"I'll leave you too your own devices then," Dorian stated, his gaze wandering over the patrons, till it settled on the main bar.

"Okay," said Adam.

"Yeah, thanks," Jay murmured, his voice barely heard over the din.

Dorian gave both a mock salute, before wandering off into the crowd and dissappearing, leaving Adam frowning at the space where he had been, and Jay grinning. Jay bet he did that a lot, dissappearing into a crowd. That was coolio. Argh.

"Alright, let's go find the girls and Chris."

"Okay."

They went off in search of their friends. Little did they know that many things had changed in their friend's lives since they had been gone, some major. Wouldn't they be surprised. And where the hell was Chris, thought Adam. The pair too dissappeared into the crowd, which was lively for almost closing time. What the hell time was it anyway?

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A/N: Thus, comes the end of my writing spurt. If the muses don't abandon me, perhaps there will be more sooner than I thought.