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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Nov 4, 2008 13:54:19 GMT -5
Dare looked, at Michael's prompting. His eyes were first drawn to the same things he'd been attracted to before, the band, the lights, and the impressive sea of people. Then his attention moved down and out to the decorations, the touches of plush velvet and other decadence. Then he looked at the people. His brows rose when he caught on. "Oh my God, are we in a gay club?" Dare was surprised, but told himself he shouldn't have been. When he looked at the people around him, it made sense why he and Michael hadn't stuck out.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Nov 4, 2008 14:08:45 GMT -5
Michael laughed. He couldn't help it. The whole time they had been in a group of people just like themselves and hadn't even realized it. He smiled broadly up at Dare and pulled him down for another short kiss. "It figures we would walk into one, doesn't it?" he asked, laughing lightly, not that he had even realized that specifically gay clubs even existed. But he supposed it made sense.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Nov 4, 2008 14:15:39 GMT -5
Dare was pulled out of his momentary shock by the sound of Michael's laughter. His own lips curved as he straightened slightly from that teasing kiss, and his eyes glittered. "It does figure," he agreed. He glanced around again, marveling at it, then readjusted his arms comfortably around Michael. "You want to come back some time, right?" he asked, excited at the possibility, even if they were still there now. It was odd to think of, accepting the label so he could go out with Michael, but it was worth it. Maybe he wasn't accepting a label, though. Maybe he was just letting himself fit in somewhere, another odd thought.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Nov 4, 2008 14:21:02 GMT -5
Michael smiled and nodded, "Yes, I do, actually." He did want to come back, why wouldn't he? For once they were able to be out in public with others like them and not be stared at or whispered about. Not that they didn't have fun at the Bloody Mary, but it was so different being in the crowd of other couples like them. Then he realized how strange it was to think that the others in the room were like us, considering they were all muggles.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Nov 4, 2008 14:46:37 GMT -5
Dare's smile widened at Michael's easy, confident answer. Was this all it took to be able to be themselves when they went out? Dare couldn't pull Michael any closer now, but he took another exultant kiss, pulling back with a wide grin. Then, buoyed on adrenaline and that feeling of acceptance and complete freedom he could hardly understand, he caught one of Michael's hands, raising it up into the air. "I LOVE THIS MAN!" he shouted, to a rise of cheers in the vicinity. His grin only widened, and he laughed, lost in the moment that had to be a dream.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Nov 4, 2008 14:59:15 GMT -5
Michael was completely surprised by Dare's yell, but that surprise was quickly replaced with happiness and pleasure. He linked his fingers in Dare's and pressed a kiss to his neck. "I love you so much," he said into Dare's ear, all the emotion there even though he didn't shout it to the club like Dare had. His chest swelled and his blood warmed with emotion as Dare's words and those cheers echoed in his mind.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Nov 4, 2008 15:07:54 GMT -5
Dare closed his eyes at the emotion he felt in Michael's words. His hand tightened around Michael's and moved, wrapping his arm and their hands lightly around to Michael's lower back as his free hand echoed the motion, settling against Michael. He couldn't believe how much he felt like he belonged here, him and Michael in a Muggle gay club in London. It was surreal, hilarious, and strangely right. The music shifted again, and whipped the steady beat of Dare's heart into an excited frenzy. "Let's dance," he said to Michael.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Nov 4, 2008 15:22:52 GMT -5
Michael grinned and nodded as he let himself start to move again. He squeezed Dare's hand and then brought his own up to join the other at Dare's neck, dipping up into his hair. It was strange, it was different, and Michael loved every minute of dancing with the guy he loved in the middle of a crowd of muggles. He couldn't think of a single thing he would rather have been doing.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Nov 4, 2008 15:56:49 GMT -5
Dare let himself go, loving the dance, the night, everything. He threw himself into the quickening beat of the songs. He ended up peeling his arm warmers off and tucking the ends into his back pocket, the heat getting to him as he moved. He wasn't even thinking anymore. There were flashes of light, of Michael grinning at him, flashes of faces he didn't know, and music that crawled into your blood to take over. There was motion, jostling bodies, rhythm, and... were those Michael's hands? Dare looked at Michael a brief moment, confusion washing into his mind a moment before the cries of an overexcited dancer pierced through the haze. Then Dare found himself pressed repeatedly forward into Michael as the mostly nude dancer attempted an intimacy with his body that even Michael hadn't taken. Dare was affronted, but he couldn't get the guy off him!
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Nov 4, 2008 16:07:18 GMT -5
Michael stumbled backward a step or two as Dare was pushed into him, and turned them so that he could see what was going on. His hand instantly went to his waistband where his wand was kept and he just barely kept himself from pulling it out. "Back off," he said, pulling slightly away from Dare and glaring a the guy. His voice was full of warning, even though he knew he couldn't pull his wand. He did not like the sight of a nearly naked man trying to dance with his boyfriend. It couldn't even really be considered dancing, though, could it?
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Nov 4, 2008 16:15:47 GMT -5
The nearly naked man had little preference as to his dance partner other than feeding his need for attention. With one last hard motion against Dare, he shifted around, practically flailing as he threw himself against Michael with little actual rhythm. Dare's eyes widened; that was a bad idea. Dare reached for the guy to physically remove him from Michael, catching him by both arms, but the more notice he got, the more excited he was to go on.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Nov 4, 2008 16:28:13 GMT -5
Michael had all but frozen at the feel of that guy against him. He was just beginning to get used to Dare doing that, much less some mostly naked man he didn't know. A few moments after Dare had pulled the guy away, though, the fog lifted and he shook his head. Then his eyes narrowed and he reached forward, resisting the urge to grab his wand, and took the guy's hair.
The guy's eyes widened as his head was pulled back and he finally stopped his wild movements. "Get the hell away from us, and I swear that if you come back you won't get off this easily." Then Michael roughly released the hair and stepped back as the guy straightened, muttering something about some guys not knowing how to joke around.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Nov 4, 2008 16:38:40 GMT -5
Dare's eyes were wide and his blood was coursing quickly through his veins when the guy in the--was that a thong and a bow tie?--went off after more sporting quarry. It was a long moment before Dare turned back to Michael, his breaths coming quick and shallow from the excitement. It was rare that Dare saw Michael angry at someone other than himself, and Dare couldn't help the flicker of his eyes over him, pausing uncontrolled at that fitted shirt, then at Michael's face. It was inappropriate, Dare knew, but he couldn't help feeling it after Michael had taken charge like that. "You are so hot," he said.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Nov 4, 2008 16:43:24 GMT -5
Michael glared after the bare back of the man for as long as he could before being pulled out of his angry thoughts by Dare's words. Then he turned to face Dare, and blinked, then tilted his head. His eyebrows came together as he tried to figure out what Dare meant and why he had said it. But it wasn't clicking through the adrenaline that had started going through his veins when he had looked up to see that guy on Dare.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Nov 4, 2008 16:52:42 GMT -5
Dare stepped closer to Michael, his eyes showing the mixture of excitement and heated interest he was feeling. He slipped his fingers through Michael's, and he brought their linked hands up to press light kisses against his knuckles. "I don't like seeing you angry," he said at last, "but seeing you take charge..." Dare parted his lips against a sensitive spot between Michael's knuckles. Dare didn't need to be in charge all the time. Michael left it wide open, so he took it, but he liked the idea of Michael stepping forward just as much, something he'd hinted at that first day they'd been together.
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