AN: This chapter is entitled after the Dance Gavin Dance song, it includes its lyrics, and I don't claim to own any of it. But it's a fantastic song, so if you haven't heard it, please go find it. Tillian's voice is just perfect.

This song came on while I was commuting to work, and as that's where I play out most of my stories/ fantasies, this fic and song just melded perfectly.

Anyway, enjoy!


Chucky vs Giant Tortoise

Once outside, I tug my hand out of his grip. I'm not a toddler, I can walk all by myself; thank you very much!

I stuff my hands into my pockets for good measure. Plus, it was freaking cold. Our breaths create plumes of steam in front of us as we mingle into the crowd on the street.

I try not to look at the man beside me as I let him lead me through the throng of people. "So, where are you taking me?" I broke the silence, curiosity getting the better of me.

"It's a surprise."

Great. I hate surprises. My face must have conveyed as much because he followed up with, "Don't worry, I'm pretty sure you'll like it."

"And you know what I like?" I couldn't help but retort.

"Hmn," He feigned pondering the question, "Plaid shirt, black jeans, combat boots?" He listed my ensemble. "You'll love it." He smiled over at me.

I couldn't help the blush that heated my cheeks. Am I that easy to read?

"Here." Haru was stood in front of a heaving bar. It had an Irish theme judging by its green paint and shamrocks. I can see why he brought me here, the overflowing patrons were in similar if not darker clothing as mine. I glance over at Haru again, pretty sure the discomfort was showing on my face again. I don't do crowds. And although these people were dressed similarly to me, it didn't make them seem any less intimating. I take in the sight of my companion again, raking my eyes up and down his frame - under the streetlights I can see him clearly - and the fluorescent colours of Popworld hadn't served him justice.

I swallow my fears and stride over to the bouncers, handing them my ID when they ask. I taks a few more steps inside before waiting for Haru to also get ID'd. To my complete displeasure they just wave him in, one even gave him a high five!

"You must be a regular?" I ask in what I hope isn't a suspicious tone.

Haru chuckled, but it was barely audible as the booming music was pouring out of the doors before them, but it didn't lessen the flutter of my heart at the sound. "Something like that. Come on, let me get you a drink." With that, he opened the door, and vibrations filled my senses.

This time, I was grateful for the hand that once again found mine and dragged me across the dancefloor. This place was way more crowded than Popworld.

The inside didn't share the same gaudy Irish sentiment as its exterior. The walls were plastered in a collage of band posters, tour dates and ticket stubs. I even recognised some of my favourite bands up there. This place had the strange familiarity of my teenage bedroom, that too, had been plastered in posters and angry lyrics.

Then there was the music. The heavy thump of drums vibrated through my feet, and the strumming of electric guitar sang in my ears. I fucking love this music. It's so angry and angsty. I get to vent all my frustrations to a good rock song.

Well, Haru had one thing right, this is more my scene.

We eventually made it to the bar, it lined the entire back wall of the building. Even so, there were at least three people in front of us in the queue. Haru led us to the very end of the bar, at the back of the room. He finally turns to me and let's go of my hand. I try not to feel disappointed as my arm hung limp at my side once more. Without his comforting touch, the anxiety of being out of my comfort zone started to creep back in.

Haru leaned into my ear, to ask, "What's your drink?"

I gulped before attempting an answer. He was so close; I could feel his hot breath on my neck. "Whatever." I managed to say before cursing myself. What was that? Now he's going to get me vodka. I despise vodka. Why anyone willingly drinks it, I will never know.

Haru smiles wickedly at my answer, and I feel my legs grow weak. That smile was dangerous. What I wouldn't give to see that smile again, looking up at me from between my legs. I swallow again and try to keep the heat from invading my cheeks.

If he saw my reaction, he doesn't seem to acknowledge it as he turns away to order our drinks. There was still a queue here, but not as deep as it had been at the centre of the bar. To my utter surprise – though with everything this guy has pulled so far, I don't know why I should be by this point – he darts around the throng of people and heads directly behind the bar.

Yes, you heard me. He ignores the insults thrown at him by the angry customers and bar staff and proceeds to make us our drinks. My jaw drops as he just winks to them in return. Seriously, who the hell does this guy think he is? One particular barmaid seems to agree with me. She is stunning: tall and slim with dark hair flowing past her waist, despite the other girls behind the bar having theirs tied up. Her curves definitely filled the scant uniform they all donned but had the intense stare of a predator, I wouldn't want to fuck with her.

Haru however, just smiles at her when she seems to question him. I can't hear the conversation over the blaring music, but can tell that she's asking the same as the rest of us: what the fuck are you doing? He carries on making the drinks while leaning over and giving her a peck on the cheek. This seems to satisfy her, and she walks away, his eyes linger on her ass as she leaves him to it. I scowl at them. Oh, so that's how it is. He's straight. Fucking great.

I turn to leave, I can't believe my fucking luck. The universe is seriously screwing with me tonight.

"Hey!" I stop when I feel a hand wrap around my waist and spin me around. "What are you doing out, Ginger?!"

Seriously?! This guy? I push myself away from Dave's chest. This guy just didn't seem to get that we were never going to happen. "Fuck off, Dave," I said, slapping his hands away from my body.

"Oh, come on, one dance!" The smell of alcohol was rolling off his breath, and his speech was slurred. I make a fist. I know full well that I can do some damage when I want to. But a bar brawl is not on my wish list. If I get caught, I'll be off the team.

"Back off, Dave, or you'll be sorry." My words were laced with venom. I am not in the mood for this. If it were another situation maybe I could laugh it off, but tonight? Tonight, he could fucking do one. I could use a good fight to vent my anger.

"Kyo?" A voice came from behind. Ah great, Mr Straight Sex God. Of course.

While Dave was distracted by the sight of Haru, I pushed him away, putting distance between us. "Stay the fuck away from me tonight." I practically hiss at my dumbfounded teammate.

I grab one of the drinks from Haru's grasp before downing it and leaving to melt into the crowd.

Fuck, what even was that? Whiskey? Who orders whiskey? The liquid burned as it settled in my stomach.

A hand grabbed hold of my wrist and tugged me back. Why is everyone manhandling me? I'm not a ragdoll. I curse the crowd surrounding us, if there were fewer people, maybe I could've made my getaway.

Haru let go of my arm when he saw the look on my face. It must be murderous because he had the humility to look concerned. "Here, looks like you need it." He handed me the other drink, the one that was intended for himself.

I grunt at him before downing that one too. The warmth that radiated through me somehow had a comforting note. Feeling calmer, I can't help but feel bad. Maybe I jumped the gun a little, Haru has been nothing but nice to me tonight, and I was just going to up and leave without a word. He didn't lead me here with any promises. The wild fantasies of our writhing naked bodies had been all mine.

Haru regarded me carefully with a frown marring his features. "Ex-boyfriend?" He asks.

I can't help but scoff, "He wishes."

"Right." Haru nodded slowly before looking back through the crowd, presumably to see where Dave had got to. "Well, it seems we need more drinks." He met my eye again.

I couldn't help but agree with him. Alcohol was definitely what I wanted right now. If I can't get with Sex God, I can drown my sorrows. I can at least look at that pretty face and if he's paying, who am I to argue.

"Definitely," I say firmly. Clearly, this surprises him as his eyebrows raise comically, pleased with that reaction, I smirk, "Going to be a dick and help yourself to the bar again?"

He gives me an odd look, almost like he can't believe I'm giving him attitude. Well, you deserve it, you obnoxious (albeit handsome) prick. "Not if you don't want me to?" His answer was more of a question as if he was looking to please me.

I give him a hard look. No mate, that's not cool.

Haru turns back to the bar and waits in the queue. Well almost. There's that pretty barmaid again, calling to him over the crowd, "What do you want, Haru?" Her tone was bored, like she couldn't care less.

"Ah Rin, you really know how to make a customer feel valued." He says, leaning over the bar to get closer to her.

She rolls her eyes at him but smiles despite herself, "The usual?" She asks. I know I shouldn't let this interaction bother me, but I can't help the jealousy that ignites within.

"Nope, not tonight. We need shots," He grins at me beside him.

If looks could kill, I would not be standing right now. She glares at me, then him, before reluctantly lining up several shot glasses on the bar-top, slamming each one down with force. I glare back with a smirk. That's right bitch, tonight, he's with me. She continues glaring at me while she pours liquid into each one. I can't help but feel slightly impressed as she doesn't spill a drop, but of course, I don't let it show.

"Thanks, darling," Haru says sweetly to her back, she had already left to serve someone else. He lifts two of the glasses, hands one to me before clinking them together and downing his. I do the same.

Oh god, that shot was awful.

And there were two more waiting for me.

We downed the other two in quick succession. I looked up at the man beside me, who was now wearing a slightly tipsy grin. The buzz of the alcohol was starting to course through my blood too. And for the first time all evening, I was beginning to feel lighter.

A familiar rumbling of drums was building in the background—a single strum of chords repeating as the song was opening.

My eyes widened, and I couldn't help but take in a deep breath. This song. Haru was looking at me oddly, and I knew I must look crazy, with my eyes wide, my mouth gaping, I think I may actually be vibrating in excitement.

The words left my mouth before I could remember where I was or who I was with.

Gimme that canvas, let me paint some shit

Pass me some poison, let me take a hit

Haru looked at me with what I might call wonder, but that couldn't be right. He grinned wide and once again pulled me onto the dancefloor. This time I practically jumped along behind him. The alcohol had silenced the little voice in my head who cared what others thought of me.

I'm just embarrassed and comfortably numb

But failure is painful and lying is fun

Right now, I was just a person in the crowd, singing the lyrics at the top of my lungs.

Dress code, cocktails, looking so fancy

We feel like we're a little bit classy

My body moves on its own accord. My head banging in time with the beat of the drums. My fist pumping and swinging in the air as I bumped into the other people in the crowd.

Cheers to the fact that we're not dead

Swimming with the sharks, but we're still not dead yet

The screaming lyrics fill my senses, and I lose myself.

Psycho I go right to buy those

Optimistic magic fix it pills

I'm so right though, that's my life, bro

Underwater, coughing with my gills

The momentary interlude of guitars made me open my eyes, I wasn't aware I'd closed them. There he was in front of me. Throwing his body around in the crowd just as much as I had been. His eyes trained on me, and he was smiling. Not that annoying smug smile from earlier. This smile was pure joy and awe.

Don't let this moment go to waste

You don't know when the feeling could happen again

Tilian's lyrics punctuated the harsh screaming, and my movements became less wild as I swayed to his impossibly high tone.

Don't let this moment go to waste

You don't know when the feeling could happen again

The words hit a chord within me. At this moment, in this bar, with this utter Sex God, dancing, laughing, singing together. I didn't know such perfect moments existed.

Touch me, taste me, tell me I'm not fading

Tell me that I look just like a man

Haru reached out and grabbed my hips, pulling me closer as I tried my best to keep from hyperventilating.

'Cause lately, baby, I've been going crazy

Trying not to be an embarrassment

As our bodies collided, still moving to the beat of the music, his smile faded. Somehow the blaring music melted into the background as Haru's presence surrounded me. The heady smell of his aftershave. His solid torso against mine, his firm grip, the rock of his hips against my own. His face just inches away, I can see that his pupils have blown wide. An effect of alcohol or something more? Was his blood singing in his veins, thrumming in anticipation as mine is? My gaze lowers as he slowly glides his tongue along his lower lip. My breath hitches as I realise that was the most erotic sight I have ever seen. I subconsciously mirror his movement, causing his dark eyes to dart to my own lips.

He dips his head and our lips touch and – oh.

It was rushed, desperate, and I wouldn't change it for the fucking world. I didn't have a coherent thought in my mind as I drowned in the sensation of being kissed. My hand reached up to grasp at the back of his neck, anchoring myself to his lips. Haru's hot tongue lapped at my bottom lip greedily, and I was all too ready to grant him entry. I couldn't help but let out a needy groan as I felt his pierced tongue glide against my own.

Fuck, what would the cool metal feel like gliding against the underside of my hard cock?

All too soon for my liking, we broke apart, the need for oxygen winning out.

The music got louder around me, and I was aware of the bodies surrounding us, bumping into us as they danced. My hand was still resting on the nape of his neck, brushing against the short dark roots of his hair, the other grasping a warm, toned bicep. His hands were still gripping my hips to the point that the fabric of my jeans was digging in uncomfortably. I was suddenly very aware that I had just made out with a total stranger in public.

I just had the most mind-blowing, life-altering kiss of my life. With Haru. The guy that until a few moments ago, I was sure was straight.

And I wanted more. So. Much. More.

I gathered my courage to bring my eyes from his swollen pink lips to his eyes. We were both still breathing heavily, and I was glad to see the hunger mirrored in his gaze. He licked his lips again, and I think I may be hypnotised.

He leaned in again, this time brushing his cheek against mine with the delicious friction of his five o'clock shadow. I feel his hot breath on my ear, and I can't help but shiver in his grasp. "You wanna get out of here?" He hovered there, letting the question sink in before I felt his teeth drag across the shell of my ear.

How I didn't spontaneously combust right there and then, I will never know.

I nod my head a bit more vigorously than I would've admitted to, which earned me a low chuckle from Haru. Oh, that sounded dirty.

Finally finding my voice, I tried to recover with a snarky comment, but it still came out breathy and wanton, "I never knew Dance Gavin Dance could be foreplay."

"You dancing to anything like that would be foreplay." He pulls away from my ear and looks at me intensely. He lets go of my hips and steps out of my grasp, and for the first time tonight, he holds out a hand for me to grasp. I smile gently before gladly taking it.