Author's Notes: Decided to give myself a 1 hour challenge. One hour in which to write a story around the theme of club.

Warning: Drug use, Alcohol use, non-graphic sex and other stuff in this chapter. Those under 17 are suggested to turn back, but I know you won't listen.

Theme: Club

First Time For Everything

Music blaring, lights flashing, bodies writhing in pleasure from it all and more. Drinks were flowing, and minds being left behind at the door. It was all about the senses here. Nothing was logical, nothing was about thought or dreams or love or any of that shit. It was all about impulses, about living in the moment for this short amount of time.

This was his first time here. Reno had jumped him on his way out the other day and had refused to leave him alone until he agreed to join Reno in a night of clubbing. It had been his assumption that Reno was only doing it because Rude was going to be doing something else that night, but they had both shown up at Reeve's door at six that night. The more excitable of the pair had run through the house trying to find Reeve something 'appropriate' to wear, while Reeve and Rude had shared an annoyed silence over a cup of coffee. When Reno had let out a triumphant shout both had winced. It couldn't have been good. And good it was not, for Reno had managed to find the pair of tight leather pants and an emerald green muscle shirt he had bought Reeve several years back. The executive thought he had directed Cait to throw them away long ago.

An hour had been spent upon making Reeve look right. After pants and shirt had been put on the lean executive Reno had set about hair and make-up. Reeve was sure that Rude was quietly laughing to himself the whole time. Eye shadow had been first, an unobtrusive color to accentuate his eyes apparently. Then Reno had put mascara on him, and painted Reeve's nails as well. By the time Reno had gotten around to using some colored hair spray to give Reeve even more of a different look, Reeve had been about ready to call it quits.

Then Reno had brought in the blackmail. A quick picture of Reeve in the whole get-up had ensured the behavior of the older male for the whole night… and the use of Reeve's checkbook to foot the bill of drinks and such. With this all secured, Reno had piled them all into the black 2002 Ferrari Enzo (where had Reno gotten the money for that?) and set off for destination unknown.

The name of the place was Diamond Dust, named after the attack of Shiva. From the moment he had set foot on the threshold Reeve had wanted to chicken out, but Reno just waved the picture in his face. With a defeated sigh he had come in. Now here he was, watching the throbbing mass of people 'dancing' under the strobe lights to music he could hardly call that. It was more like the sound of the death throws of an Acrophies. In his hands he cradled the trademark drink of the place, 'Liquid Nitrogen'. It was the color of melted silver and close to the consistency as well. But the drink had a kick to it, something that kept him buying more. Maybe it was the fact it was laced with drugs, just like everything here, but he couldn't be sure.

His eyes were drawn to the only body that he could pick out in the crowd. Reno was in the very center, visible only by the hair on his head. All around him people pressed closer, as if intoxicated by his movements. It was quite likely, because the man was like a dream out there, at least a wet dream. The silver and blue foil pieces that seemed to fall without end like snow from the ceiling had caught in places in his hair, making him glitter and shine. It was impossible to look away.

Two Liquid Nitrogens later Reeve rose from the cold barstool. The frigid temperatures of this place had bothered him from the beginning, but in his current state he had come to understand some of the idea behind it. Some of it was the idea of a club dedicated to the ice goddess being cold, some of it was to encourage people to dance to keep warm, but more than anything it was to keep the drug hazed patrons from over heating. It was a really good idea, because it kept any on duty police and soldiers out of the way.

Now the man moved towards the dance floor. The beat of the music was finally growing on him, and the idea of body heat around him pulled him forward. But more importantly, he wanted to join the others in the attempts to woo the fiery male that had been dancing without pause since he had come in. Without so much as an 'excuse me' (which is odd considering Reeve was a polite man) he pushed his way towards the Turk in the middle of the dancing mob. Unfortunately those closest to Reno had seemed to have made a barrier, keeping every other seeking person from the male.

It was a stroke of luck that Reno opened his eyes, much less noticed Reeve through the drugs that undoubtedly clouded all of his mental processes. None-the-less he pulled the uptight male towards him, through the resisting ring. The slight invitation was all he needed. Reeve became one with Reno in the dance.

Time passed, it could have been seconds, minutes, or hours, but it passed. All of the former resistance of Reeve had melted away into the blaring music, the flashing lights, and the writhing bodies. After all of that time, or was it only a minute, he felt more of Reno than every pressing up against him, and really, it was exciting.

"Come on, I know where we could entertain ourselves a bit more privately," the Turk whispered into his ear, his voice husky with lust.

"Whatever you want," Reeve agreed, but he was just as ready to fuck with Reno here and now, regardless of who could see them.

With a grin wider than before, and much more amusing because of the small piece of shiny blue foil in Reno's teeth, the Turk lead the older man out of the throng of people.

The bathroom, while the obvious place, had not been Reno's idea, much to Reeve's shock. Even through the booze and drugs in his system the logical side of him shouted that it was where they should go. But his lips refused to say it, because they were more focused upon worshiping the perfection they had found in Reno's slender, pale arm. It wasn't until Reeve was pushed onto a couch that he realized they had arrived.

Not once did he question exactly WHERE they were, but he did question (after he hadn't seen Reno for two seconds, which was quite too long for him) why he was here. A door closed and a lock clicked before he noticed the footsteps of the Turk. The fiery male slowly crawled over the arm of the couch to straddle Reeve. Lips pressed together, meeting for the first time with a desire that seemed to be unquenchable.

"We gotta be quick about this," Reno said as he pulled away. "Rude will come looking soon, and I'm not really supposed to bring strangers into the back room."

Reeve smiled up at Reno, only a part of him deep inside, under all of the piles of rubble that were logic, intelligence and self-control, said anything against this whole thing. Too bad its voice could not be heard over the distant sound of the loud music.

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By the time they rejoined the party in the club the two males both had smiles wider than that of the Cheshire Cat upon their faces. Reeve had a bit of a limp in his step, but he was so out of it he could not have cared less, even if he felt the pain. Reno led the executive up towards the balcony that overlooked the dance floor, where Rude would be waiting for them, looking as sober and stoic as he had when the three of them had entered.

"Where have you been?" Rude said. He was in charge of 'chaperoning' the little outing, and making sure Reno didn't go overboard with his plan. Though from the limp Reeve was showing, he was quite sure Reno had done just that.

"Here and there," Reno said, pulling Reeve down into a seat.

Reeve merely grinned and took the drink Rude pushed towards him. A little less than ten minutes later he was sleeping on the table.

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The first thing he noticed upon waking up was the throbbing pain in his head. It was like a whole band of drums only were playing right behind his eyes. The second thing he noticed was that there was a horrible pain in his backside. The third thing, and probably the most crucial, was that he wasn't in his bed, but in an inn.

With a groan Reeve stumbled from the bed, ignoring the pains in head and backside, and made his way for where he assumed the bathroom would be. He found a bottle of extra strength aspirin on the sink, the kind that SOLDIERs and others with Mako enhancements took to get through pain. Logic had awoken enough for Reeve to decide that only one would probably do it.

This was when he looked into the mirror. Eyes accented by eye-shadow and mascara widened at the sight he found on his neck… A bruise that looked a LOT like a bite mark. Quickly Reeve took inventory of the other injuries on him. There were bit marks on his thighs, bruises on his upper arms, scratches down his back, and a little bit of dried blood between his legs.

Shocked out of what little of the mind he had in his possession, Reeve crawled into the shower and turned the water on as hot as he could handle. After a few minutes of trying desperately to get clean, he curled up on the floor of the shower instead. There was NO way that could have happened.

"Yo, Reeve, Where are you?" a voice echoed through the room of the inn. Reeve covered his ears, not ready to be confronted with what had happened the night before.

"Bathroom," he finally relented a moaned.

Reno was at his side in a minute, "Hey, you okay? You look like shit. Rude said he left some strong aspirin in here for you. Did you get some?"

The older male nodded and was relieved Reno had left the shower curtain closed. "Yeah, I got some."

"Good. Don't need you hurting all over right? Oh… And um… You don't hurt THAT bad, right?"

"What do you mean?" Reeve asked.

"Oh, nothing. Never mind."

Well, Reeve thought, at least Reno was going to let it go as if Reeve had totally forgotten about the night before. Not that he could remember enough of it to really consider what might have happened.

"I guess we won't be going out to another club any time soon," Reno said with a sigh.

Ah yes, there it all was. The drinking, the being high, the dancing, the sex, the falling asleep, the getting to the inn and having sex again, with both of them that time… Wait… Sex? With BOTH of them?

"Oh god, Reno… We didn't… Did we?"

There was a moment of silence between them.

"Um…"

"Please tell me we didn't."

"Okay then. That makes it easier. Reeve, I promise you that you and I did not have mad sex in the back room of Diamond Dust, much less wild sex in this in room with Rude."

A bar of soap was thrown at Reno. "I TOLD you not to tell me you whore!"

Reno chuckled as he ducked. He couldn't help but barb Reeve one more time. "Actually, from what I saw last night, it is you that is the whore, not me."

Now a bottle of shampoo was thrown, followed quickly by conditioner. "Fuck you Reno. I never want to see you again!"

With this Reno shrugged and slipped out of the bathroom. It would be better to leave Reeve alone for now… But he wouldn't mind trying to talk the man into another night like last night. Man, could that executive party.

Reeve curled up in a tighter ball and tried to forget the whole experience until he realized that forgetting would lead to Reno sucking him into it again. Fuck. He was screwed, wasn't he? This was what he got for listening to Reno even once. Never again he swore… while at the same time another side of him was planning what to wear the next time.