There was that music again, drowning out the simple conversations no one cared to have.  The floor vibrated to the music, it rippling under the jumping girls and boys, jutting their arms above the sea of dancers; glow in the dark bracelets matching their necklaces bumping against their sweaty chests, giving the drugs a taste of the real world and all its beauty.  That's how Kurushimu described it, stretching a smile to its limit on his face, holding his tail in his lap.  Jiyuuna and Kurushimu were on a balcony overlooking the show and all the heavenly bright whites, pinks, greens and yellows.  Kurushimu couldn't stop drinking and blinking.  Jiyuuna, on the other hand, never touched the drink his partner brought him; he knew if he did, he would wake up beside that man, again, naked and sick.

However, the more Jiyuuna thought about Kurushimu the more sick he become.  Why was he here, at the club, watching the crowd like God.  He didn't have to come, he didn't have to be sitting on the balcony nearly deaf and too frightened to take a drink. There was a girl playing with his hair as he leaned back on the chair, as two of her friends did with Kurushimu, Hideaki to the girls, giggling at Kurushimu's jokes even though Jiyuuna was sure they couldn't hear him.  The way Kurushimu rested his claws on their legs, feeling the smoothness of their skin not yet distorted by the cigarettes, drugs and alcohol.  Jiyuuna sighed and his girl leaned in, saying, "What's wrong, sweetie?  Need some love?" Her tongue traced the point of his ear.  He shivered.

"No, no." Jiyuuna shook his head, shrugging her off.  She snorted, leaning back on her chair arm, face masked by the lack of lighting.

"ENJOY YOURSELF," Kurushimu shouted, gracefully, carefully held one girl's hands off him, then the other.  "IT'S WHY WE CAME." He glared at his partner.

The raptor veered away from his boss, averting his eyes to his drink, languidly watching it while the liquid rippled.  And as the voices began to trance him, Kurushimu's body pressed against his, on his 'loveseat,' whispering into his ear:  "I fucking hate you."

Jiyuuna's eyes widened and he desperately searched for the girl, discovering some seats down, flirting with other men in expensive suits from Italy.  So were her friends.  The red hair man didn't get to stare for long since his untouched drink was shoved into his hands, some of it spilling on his slacks.  "Drink it."

"I don't want to." Jiyuuna said without putting it down, pouring it out and throwing it off the balcony.

Kurushimu leaned back on the seat, no part of his body on Jiyuuna.  He took a large gulp of whatever he had spiked his drink with and once the Adam’s apple bounced back into place, he continued.  "Not tonight then," he said clearly disappointed.

Jiyuuna said nothing, turned away his gaze and reached into his jacket for some cigarettes but Kurushimu stopped him with a hand on his busy arm.  "Have one of mine," he said, pulling out some thin cigarettes, the same ones Reisei had been smoking.  "They're from Cuba or China, I don't fucking remember, so you know they have to be good," he nearly smiled before he caught himself.

Of course the man hesitated.  He couldn't trust his partner, he knew this.  Kurushimu would search for any way to get Jiyuuna down, to get Jiyuuna under his control.  But, the way he looked, the way he glared Jiyuuna couldn't help but take one, forcing steadiness in his hands and lips.  He knew he was a fucking coward, an idiot and it didn't stop him from smoking one, feeling the calming effects immediately.

And before he knew it, after he adjusted his eyes to the bright, ever-changing lights of the club, he reached for his drink where Kurushimu's mouth touched his neck, his collar bone, the back of his neck and his shoulder blades.  Where the walls felt slimy, sticky and cold.  Where other moans and other guys and girls were stuck to the walls just like him, gripping the flat surface with their white fingertips, eyes closed.  Where his clothes laid at his feet and the only lights were neon purple and stabbing his eyes.  Where the music was a mere muffle behind a solid door.  Where Kurushimu led him after he couldn't stand up straight, without wobbling.  And before he knew it, Kurushimu had him where he wanted him, right under him, under his control, grunting and laughing.

Jiyuuna closed his eyes.

"You're so pathetic.  You're too fucking afraid.  Why?  Guilty conscious?" Kurushimu paused.  "I hate you," he chuckled in his ear.

Then he licked it.