Dancing was his stronghold...

His flexible body moves with the dark bass beat as I take a swing from my vodka, squinting as the burn trickles down my throat. I hold onto the table desperately, my legs weakening at his lean seductive body as they shook with vigor, his legs going tipsy-turvy like they had a mind of their own. I'm awe-stricken at the sight, of such mastery, such delicate skin, and such excellent dance prowess that makes me unable to look away.

Bright neon lights are flashing and the heavy metal retro music is deafening but if he happens to yell in that tight stringy voice of his, I'd be up on my feet in action to help him and maybe touch a few things I shouldn't, go mad at his innocence and good looks which he uses to spell me. He's something I shouldn't crave, delicate and glassy like an expensive cup I can't have.

I bring my fist down on the countertop, rattling the half-emptied vodka glass which unfortunately didn't break. I needed to feel something else. To feel annoyed at the feelings coursing through my veins but I couldn't. He'd captured my heart and isn't planning on letting it go any minute. I'd welcome a death greater than this forbidden passion for him. That's if there's anything greater than the trance he has me under.

I'd be his bodyguard.

This thought melts as I push my way over to him,  wishing he had the chance to run away from me for as far as I can tell, I'm the one he should be protected against.

Simon's in a corner watching his best friend. James still dances and the distance between us becomes more painful.

Last night, I realized I fucked up. His coldness ripped my dark heart into shards and bits. I hated how miserable I felt without the spark in his eyes, the magic of his voice, and the kindness that rolls off his tongue.

Simon's eyes bulge as they lock with mine, and he knows they're fucked. But after that initial shock, he shrugs and nods at James as though blaming him for their being here.

James got his back turned as I approach slowly. The song currently playing slows down and it matches the rhythm of his waist.

I'm tempted to grab him home and lock him up for doing such a thing as this. I'm tempted to snake a hand down the expanse of his back but I do it anyway because I can't go any farther at pretenses than this.

His body goes rigid as I pull him to me, his back glued to my chest so I can inhale the spot behind his ears. “Krivvy, I missed you,” I whisper.

I lock my hands around his waist and begin to rock him gently even though he's still in shock. After a while he loosens, keeping up with me.

Energy and desire waft off him to me. The room is dim and I doubt anyone can see us or what we're doing but I think it better of stripping him right here in a club. Whatever we're doing, we'd have enough time for it when ready so I selfishly press him more firmly against me, taking in his scent of cinnamon and aloe. He rubs his bum against my throbbing cock and I'm seconds away from losing my mind. To calm myself, I bit his earlobe causing him to moan. We're lost in the moment and there's nothing breaking us out of it.

“You came back,” he says, now turned to face me with his legs trapped between mine. He licks his lower lips. He's staring up at me with wide eyes, emerald ones filled with passion and need. Each time I shut my eyes they're all I see. I bring my lips down on his in a matter of seconds as he closes his eyes, letting me devour every flavor in his hot mouth. I'm not worthy of being loved. I'm not honorable of having such a pure creature want me so badly and when his tongue reaches out to meet mine, I can only hope he doesn't become my ruin.