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One-Night Stand

The club was abuzz, flickering with neon, raving lights. Vibrations shot through the chests of the many party-goers jolting around. Exotic liquids of alcoholic concoctions stirred with the beats raving throughout the club. The night was alive, and so were those looking for love.

One of whom was the usually-introverted Zane, aka 'Kaiser.' He had been convinced to go to the club district of the city by Atticus, hoping to give the Kaiser a love life to give him a new lease on life. After the whole, 'underground duel' situation left Zane depressed and confused, Atticus felt a night of parties and strangers would lift his spirits. Zane, alone and out of his norms, was dressed in leather clothing, standing awkwardly at the side of the bar, glass of wine clutched to his chest.

His eyes scanned the crowd; confident men and women were dancing and moving vaguely in tune to the heavy music. None stuck out to Zane. Each were the typical, half-dressed, groomed and tipsy popular people you would expect to be in such a fine establishment as the club. Zane was very much out of place. His dark, body-covering outfit made him the dark horse amongst gorgeously proud white stallions. As the others in the room were constantly moving around, Zane stood still, biting his lip and sliding his thumb across the full glass in his slender hands.

No one noticed him, despite how obviously out-of-place he was. No one, that is, except a certain other alone individual.
This individual was amongst the dancing crowd, slipping between the sweaty, glamorous bodies to explore his surroundings. His golden-blonde hair had been perfectly groomed for the night out, but the energy of the room had pulled a few strands loose. His night-out had been inspired by a boredom of daily life. Training, duelling, constantly being stalked by fans and wannabe-lovers of the famous ex-King's. For once, he wanted to be the one on the love-prowl. In such a busy club as this, he gladly fit into the energetic buzz, not being the centre of attention for once.
Every person he passed, however, wasn't his centre of attention. They all seemed uninspired to him. All sweaty, glam'd-up people with partners already gravitating around. Though many people tried dancing with him, Jack quickly slid away to avoid the uninteresting interactions.

After travelling the room with a glass of half-empty alcohol, he came across the dark horse that was Zane, noticing his awkward but aggravated posture. His stance, tucked away in the corner of the room, intrigued Jack Atlas, causing him to swerve in the Kaiser's direction, pulling him out of the crowd.

"Not enjoying the buzz?" Jack asked, leaning against the wall beside Zane.
Being approached by one of the party-goers made Zane hide further. He brought the glass of alcohol to his lips to distract himself.
"Not really." Was his short, distant reply.
"Fair. The people here aren't exactly interesting. The people except you."
Zane glanced from underneath his turquoise fringe at the taller man. His violet eyes were locked onto Zane as he sipped from his emptier glass.
"You're interesting just for coming to me." Zane scoffed, gulping down more of his party juice. Half of his glass had already entered his system.

Jack chuckled. "What brought you here?"
"A friend said I should loosen up."
"Clearly working, I see." Jack sarcastically notioned to his position. Zane just pouted.
"What brought you here, then? Picking off the loners?"
"Wanted a break from everyday life." Jack finished his drink, as Zane was sipping the last of his.
"Do you want to get more drinks?" The blonde stood from the wall, opposing Zane.
"I've never drank much before."
"Then let me loosen you up, make your friend happy."
Jack slid his hand under Zane's arm and tugged him towards the bar, gripping him tighter as they entered the mingling crowd of people.
In the crowd, overcoming the shock of Jack's action, Zane inhaled deeply and slipped closer to Jack as to not be separated in the halabaloo.

The King set his and the Kaiser's glasses aside, and called the bartender.
"I'll pay," Jack added. "And I'll pick something for you, alcohol-virgin." He chuckled as Zane tutted.
"Fine. Don't waste me too quickly."

The drinks came, and Jack offered his to chink against Zane's.
Zane winced as the powerful liquid touched his tongue, but he gulped and swallowed as Jack did, watching the other finish his drink in one. Once his was quickly gulped, Jack cheered Zane on to go for the full chug.
Throwing his head down after finishing, Zane gasped and slammed the empty glass on the counter.
Zane spoke through wet panting.
"I- That was awful."
"That's why you chug it so you don't taste it as much. D'you feel anything?" Jack said, swaying slightly.
When Zane raised his head, the world became a blur. Jack's figure split into two, three, four blurry outlines. Zane couldn't focus, and fell towards the counter.
He was caught my Jack's arms, holding him steady.
"This is initial, don't worry. You'll be used to it soon." Jack hiccupped, smirking, and brought Zane closer to his body.
"You- you totally drunked me up..." Zane's speech slurred slightly, slipping into drunkardness.

Jack held the tipsy Kaiser as he walked back into the crowd. At a certain point, Jack stopped and turned to face Zane, still holding him steady. His hands were on Zane's thin hips, swaying with his movements.
"Yo- You nevah said you're name... Y-you fuckin' handsome jackass."
"Hmph. Ironic. My name is Jack as- Atlas. Jack fuckin' Atlas. And yew, handsome fucker."
Zane hiccupped before replying, leaning onto Jack's chest as he lost balance.
"Ironic, too... My name ish handsome fucker, Zane fucking handsome fucker True-shdale."
Jack's hand slid onto Zane's back and scoured the curves underneath his leather jacket.
"Fuckin' sexy fucker too, Zane."
"Yew can talk. Takin' me like thish."
They swayed closer and began fondling each other's hands. Their eyes locked, though a half-open and drunken gaze, and Zane smirked, licking his lips.
Jack cupped Zane's sharp jaw with his sweaty hand, pulling his face closer.
Before the next beat of music struck, their lips had interlocked, and Zane fell into Jack's drunken love.
Slobbery, desperate moans, gripping each other's collars. Jack's hands caressed Zane's neck and pulled a throaty moan from the other.
"Agh, collar me~" Zane begged, leaning into Jack's neck and gnawing with his fangs.
"Don't mark me, Zane. I'd be the one markin' you, my fucker."
"Fucker?" Zane croaked, room spinning again. "You mean you're gonna fuckh me? How careless, sexy Jackh."
"I just want you under me, you drunkard bitch." Jack pushed Zane's weakened body against a nearby wall, pinning him with his hands, leaning in for more lip action. Zane didn't fight back - instead, he bit at Jack's lip in the kiss, using his hands to tear open Jack's buttoned suit-shirt and reveal his fleshy chest, gladly caressing the revealed skin with his pale fingers.

"Gah, don't fuckin' tease me anymore, Jackass, take me to a bed and fuckh me."
Zane was in a drunkard, horny, desperate stat as he begged Jack. The blonde pulled from his body and glanced around groggily.
"There's a lodge nearby, a night for a petty fee. I'll take you there, handsome bastard."

And, as Jack had asserted, he dragged Zane's drunken persona to a bed in one of the lodge's cheap rooms, throwing him onto the thin sheets and crawling on top of his submissive body.

"You a virgin like you were an alcohol virgin, Zaney-fuck."
"Don't fuckin' ask, just take this ass."
"Wise words from a fuckin' drunken slut as you." Jack let out a slurred scoff and leant in to kiss the everloving crap out of the Kaiser. Saliva trickled everywhere, and clothes were flung everywhere.
Soon, the naked, sweaty, blushing and flustered bodies went under-the-covers, close and intimate, rubbing, dominating and submitting to each other.
Groans, moans, desperate pleas and aggressive howls were sounded out as the drunken pair were exercising their liberated states of mind and body.

Atticus sure would be proud of Zane's ability to loosen up, and would likely applaud Jack for getting him to such a state.

Two sweaty, passed-out bodies lay beside each other after the action had reached its 'climax.' Two strangers woke up beside each other, wincing in pain as a headache instantly stirred inside their recovering heads. The room buzzed with the consequential state of drunkenness.

Jack turned to his side, tired eyes widening at the other naked body groaning beside him.
"You..." Crap. He had asked for the man's name when he was wasted-drunk, and couldn't remember it now.
Zane turned his aching head to face the croaked voice. He saw Jack's pale but blushed face and winced to remember the name - the name which he must've picked up after being shit-faced drunk for the first time in his life.
"Did we..." Jack noted their current situation. "Did we do it?"
Zane moved to get out of the bed, and grit his teeth in agony. His behind ached, and his hand reached down to caress his pains.
"Think so." Zane replied, through grit teeth. "If this is any indicator."
Jack held his head in his hands to think back to the night.
"You'd said you wanted to... Loosen up?"
"And you took me to the bar and bought me drinks."
"And... We danced."
"And it all went blurry."
Jack stood, holding himself steady on the bedside cabinet.
The room was a mystery, and so was the man he'd apparently slept with the night before.
This was a mess, and so were they. But, as Jack glanced behind him before collecting his clothes to leave, Jack smirked, thinking to himself:

At least it was a hot mess.