You're Like a Drug

Atsushi raised his head to look at the building in front of him. Even from outside, he could hear the thumping music and the sounds of what was obviously a party. Nobody would file a noise complaint though. Not out here where this was nothing; just another night and just another party.

However, this wasn’t just another party for him. It was a chance to land a new client. The boss had entrusted him with the task. It was a dangerous one. There were rumors that he already was buying off another gang; a very dangerous gang. Normally, this would have deterred any other member in the gang, but Atsushi lived on this kind of thing. He wanted the challenge. Plus, he might even find a good lay here.

The night was still young.

He walked to the door so he could pull it open and made his way up the stairs to the loft. The place was dirty and smelled like cat piss, shit, and some other things the young man couldn’t identify. Honestly, he didn’t want to know what he was smelling anyways.

Walking into the crowded loft, he looked around and made sure to mark every possible exit in case things got hairy. It was always good to have an escape route in case someone started to shoot at you. He hoped that it wouldn’t come to that. As he glanced around, he also looked for his target. He wanted to get this over with quickly, so he could find someone to fuck. Though he had heard that the target was quite attractive so he supposed he could just seduce him into being their client. That way he would be killing two birds with one stone.

Once he spotted him, Atsushi sauntered over with a confident smile. He had to use every bit of charm he had to land this client. The guy was a huge chance for his gang to raise their profits and they definitely needed that. The client was sitting on the couch with two women curled up beside him. Atsushi wanted to laugh. The ones who acted like they could get any woman they wanted were the easiest prey to catch. This wouldn’t be a challenge after all.

He stopped in front of him and watched as all three lifted their heads. Both the ladies eyed him like a predator eyes a prey. They weren’t the only ones though. The client was also checking him out. The look in his eyes made the girl’s look like nuns. He looked like wanted to eat Atsushi right up which was actually quite fine with him. The client patted the girls on the hips and sent them off before patting the spot beside in an invitation for Atsushi to sit down.

People said Ren loved to make an entrance. In all honesty, half the time he wasn't even trying to, it just happened. He had always found people’s eyes snapped to and glued themselves to him, no matter where he went. He knew he was hot and, hey, if people looked at him, he didn't mind.

And this time it was no different.

He sauntered into Hayate’s loft apartment with a smirk that already had most, if not all, of the faces in the crowd giving him the up-down look on their stupid little faces.
Holding out his hand and waving it in front of Badou, who got the hint and put a lighter and a cigarette in his hand, Ren lit up and walked through the crowd, Badou as usual by his side.

Seeing the couch Hayate was on, Ren walked past, gave a smirk as he silently watch two ladies get up to be replaced by an unknown male. Giving Hayate a smirk and a little nod, Ren kept walking, through the large group of drunkenly dancing people towards the loft’s renovated kitchen/bar or what ever Hayate had done to it since the last time he was here.

Looking at the scantily clad females serving drinks Ren looked at a woman he knew and she nodded serving Ren and his boys some drinks. Taking the drink, Ren turned and leaned against the counter. Leaning towards Badou, he looked out to the large noisy crowd. ”Well, whacha think?” He questioned. Badou shrugged and made what Ren liked to call his 'eh' face. Ren replied to that with a smirk and a hard elbow the other. ”Eh have it your own way.”

Putting his lips to his glass, he downed the drink and turned to the bar. ”Another!" He grinned to the girl. He was only just getting started. Soon Ren had shots lined up for him and some of his Dogs were all yelling obscenities to each other. Some of the others were attempting to do something that Ren wouldn't call so much dancing as more of having a seizure to the music, which he found damn amusing.

Once he started to get bored, Badou and himself started to travel around the room meeting new potentials and existing customers. They of course wouldn't be doing anything other than pushing people in the right direction of Ren's other people. He hadn't done the dirty work like that in years.

He was talking with a few people, when he looked around and decided it would be soon time to talk with Hayate. If maybe he was alone this time.

The client, whose name turned out to be Hayate, was actually quite dull. He was your typical “I’m great and awesome, so worship me!” type of guy. Atsushi had met way too many of these in his lifetime and he was finding this whole mission to be kind of boring at this point. Of course, he did was he had to; nodded as the other told him about some drug deal that went wrong, but he came out on top, flirted back when the man hit on him, and subtly hinted at making a deal with Atsushi to start buying his drugs from the gang.

Just when he thought that he was going to fall asleep from how utterly boring this guy was, a man walked into Hayate’s loft. Atsushi attention was immediately captured by the how attractive. He couldn’t help, but lick his lips as he looked him up and down. Hayate was apparently also distracted by the man, but then again, everyone was. The room almost seemed to still as everyone focused their attention on the man. Atsushi had to know who this guy was and if he was up for a night of fun.

Atsushi was actually surprised when the man nodded at Hayate and Hayate actually nodded back with a huge smile as if they were the best of pals.

”Who’s that?” Atsushi asked as Hayate finally turned his attention back to him.

When the man answered that it was none other than the famous Ren, Atsushi felt his stomach drop and his body tense in anticipation at the same time. This complicated things and made them even more fun. He really wanted to attempt and seduce the guy because it would be quite a challenge. However, he knew that Boss would not approve and would probably kick Atsushi’s ass if he tried, but how could he resist?

Cracking his neck, Ren looked over to Badou and gave a subtle nod. He could take care of things from here. It was now time to pry Hayate from whatever person he was possibly intent on devouring.

Red eyes scanned the room in search of his client, who, Ren found, was still enamoured by the male he had seen earlier. Sorry Hayate, you can fuck him later. Telling the people he had left Badou with that he would talk to them later, he started heading towards the bar.

He decided on getting three drinks. Hell, Ren was nothing but polite when he wanted to be. And if Hayate’s little arm candy didn’t drink, he was sure Hayate wouldn’t mind obliging.
Ren didn’t go over immediately, he watched the two on the couch. How the two interacted with each other. It became clear that Hayate had no idea who this person was, from the way he kept puffing out his chest and pretty much doing a peacock display to the other. Everyone who knew Hayate properly knew that his stories were bullshit. So he didn’t try them on people unless they were new.

Snorting a little, Ren made his way through the crowd. Eyes cautiously going over every face, every movement that was made, to make sure things were going well and going in his favour.

Coming to the front of the couch Ren set the three drinks down and pushed two of them towards the other two. ”Hayate, you piece of shit, get up and give your favourite person a hello.” He said, straightening up with a devilish smirk on his face.
Crowing with delight at the sight of Ren, Hayate got to his feet and shook Ren's hand with his stupidly big grin. ” Ren! So glad you could make it!" He was eagerly pumping Ren's hand. Taking his free hand, Ren put it on Hayate’s shoulder and squeezed it and pulled his other hand out of the others over-enthusiastic hand shaking. ”Not at all.” He replied with a smooth voice. For a quick moment, Ren’s red eyes flicked to the young male, to whom he gave a quick smile. It didn’t last long, his attention was soon taken by the loud Hayate.

Hayate kept up with the seemingly more ridiculous and unbelievable stories as time went on and Atsushi was anxious to get away from the man. He had his eyes set on another prey and didn’t want to have to spend any more time than he had to on this guy. It took every ounce of his will to not roll his eyes as Hayate kept on going. The guy was clearly attempting to bullshit him. He wasn’t stupid and could spot a bullshitter from a mile away. After all, it took one to know one.

Just as he was ready to give up and ditch the guy in favor of hitting on that Ren guy, the guy actually approached the two.

And he had drinks. Atsushi liked this guy.

He accepted the drink and took a sip of it and was glad to feel the burn of it going down. It was just the type of drink he liked. He grinned over the top of his drink as Hayate practically threw himself at Ren. The man was such an attention whore. However, he provided a distraction, so Atsushi took this moment to really check Ren out and he certainly wasn't disappointed.

Also, that smile was amazing.

Atsushi felt certain parts of his body react and he crossed his legs in what he hoped was subtle way to hide his… growing problem. Downing his drink before clearing his throat, he spoke with a small smile, ”Why don’t you introduce us, Hayate-san? I’m eager to meet your… interesting friend here.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Ren saw the other squirm and cross his legs. Just like all the others. He thought, looking over properly this time as the blond spoke. Hayate’s face flushed from drunkenness and embarrassment. ” Ah! So sorry! Ren this is um um.’ He squeezed his eyes shut, trying hard to remember. ”Atsushi!” He said a little too loudly. ”Atsushi, this is Ren!”

At that point Ren leaned over the table and held out his hand. ”No need to get up.” He said, eyes flicking down quickly and a sly knowing grin flashing up. Turning to Hayate, he waved the brunette to sit back down.

”I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything?” Ren’s eyes flickered from one man to the other. He wanted to talk to Hayate alone soon, but he was a little intrigued as to who this blond person was. He had never seen them before as Ren tried (sometimes failed) hard to remember faces.

If he couldn’t get Hayate away right away, no matter. Didn’t mean he couldn’t try some product. Shoving a hand into a pants pocket he rummaged around until he found what he was looking for.

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Atsushi resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the fact the man had already forgotten his name. It wasn’t that he minded the fact he forgot, it was the fact that guy just seemed to get stupider with each passing minute. He would have just said ‘fuck it’ and walked off, but the Boss had stressed that this was very important. He tried to keep his smile natural as the urge to punch the other grew.

He raised an eyebrow at the grin, but didn’t say anything until Ren mentioned interrupting something. Atsushi was tempted to say he was interrupting a business deal, but he had a feeling that wouldn’t fly over so well with the guy.

He didn’t have a death wish.

“No, you’re not interrupting anything. Just a friendly talk.” He replied with a coy smile as he reached over to run a hand down Hayate’s thigh. He had to get this done and over with before he could start hitting on Ren. However, when the man pulled something out of his pocket, Atushi knew that he wasn’t going to get a deal with Hayate.

He was so screwed and not even in the good way.

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It was Ren's turn to raise an eyebrow at the sight of the blond running his hand down Hayate's thigh. What was the blond trying to achieve by flirting and feeling up Hayate? Reaching for his glass, he watched the two over the rim as he slowly took a few sips, he tried to work out what reason the blond would be here. Atsushi's face was fairly unknown amongst the people here at the party. There could be plenty of reasons he could be here, but not many of them plausible after you counted in the fact he was hitting on Hayate, of all people. If he wasn't here for Hayate's looks, it must be something else.

Staring at the pierced up blond, Ren thought he could feel a somewhat magnetic pull towards Atsushi. It was weird, he wasn't very attracted to the other. Shifting his body in the chair, Ren started chewing at his lip. His gaze fell, and he stared at the coffee table in thought. That was till Hayate interrupted him. "Ren was there anything else?" "Go find Badou later." Ren got up. "He will let you know everything. Its all been prearranged for you since you are after all, one of my favourites. Enjoy your..." Ren's eyes fell on Atsushi for a second. "Night, the both of you." He said, coyly smiling. Walking off, Ren paused for a second and took something else out of his pocket.

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Wandering over to the bar, he saw some people he knew who did a few shots with him. Having enough of the present company at the bar and as the drug started to kick in, he went to the dance floor and was surrounded by people talking and dancing with him.

Atsushi clicked his tongue stud against his teeth in irritation as he watched the other walk away. He was so close to getting a deal with Hayate. He knew he should’ve brought some of their own product. Boss had suggested he do it, but Atsushi was convinced that he could do it with his charm alone. Well, there was no point in staying with Hayate now. He might as well move on to finding someone to spend the night with. He wasn’t even in the mood to try and seduce Ren at the moment. The man was the reason he was going to get chewed out big time by Boss.

He gave Hayate a polite smile and stood up.

”I’ll be back. Just gonna get something to drink.” He said with a wink before walking off without listening to anything Hayate may have said. He was starting to feel the effects of the line and was ready to go out and at least enjoy himself at this party. He wormed his way into the throng of people that were dancing so he could be in the middle of all of it. Immediately a girl latched onto him and started to grind on him. He grinned in what could be described as a lecherous way and laid his hands on her hips.

Hands were all over him, hot sweaty bodies grinded and pushed against him pulsing with his own body to the beat of the music. It was all so insane. Ren's favourite thing. In the middle of the dance floor where he had been dragged was hard to move, hard to breathe, hard to do any thing except move with every one else as they jumped around sweat flinging everywhere. He loved it.

Everything that he had ingested through out the night the alcohol and drugs were starting to kick in. His body felt lighter, his mood lifted and his inhibitions started to slowly fall. Someone had through the darkness, had linked hands around the back of his neck, Ren's own hands went up to find their body and pulled who ever it was closer. He couldn't see much, the lights in the place were low and what ever lighting there was were flashing strobe's which made it that much harder to focus on anything.

Their two bodies moved and grinded to the beat as Ren's senses came alive. Every touch, breath, even the sound of the music seemed to come alive. Tilting his head back his eyes watched as his mind seemed to see every vibration that the music made. Letting out a cackle of laughter that was barely heard over the music and the crowd, Ren got more into the sound and dancing with who ever they were, but they were soon jostled out of the way by the crowd and to Ren who ever they were was lost to the sea of people. He didn't care, that some one was replaced by another person and so on. He just kept moving his body with whoever was all over him.

Atsushi didn’t know how long he had been dancing. It could have been minutes, hours, or even days. He really didn’t care either. Energy coursed through him like he had been struck by lightning and he didn’t want it to stop. He felt so good. He wasn’t even sure who was dancing with him anymore. He supposed it didn’t matter either. He just wanted to feel the slick sliding of a sweaty body against his and the energy that seemed to pour out of the room in waves. He wasn’t sure how, this was something he never figured out, but somehow shots kept getting handed him to him. So, of course he would drink them. What happened to them after that was beyond him.

Somehow, he ended up against a male body and there was something familiar about them. He wasn’t sure what it was though. His head was fuzzy and he couldn’t seem to focus on their features with the strobe lights. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he felt compelled to get closer, so he did. He let the crowd push him closer until he was flush against the guy.

Even this close, he couldn’t tell who it was.

Ren had been dancing with some one with a huge chest, alas like the others they got carried away by the sea of people. The crowd kept moving and swaying and the faces that pasted him became a blur. For a second the thought he had seen Badou, but shrugged it off quickly. If Badou wanted wanted Ren, he would have to physically drag him out.

A few moments later was when Ren thought he saw someone else he recognised. The blond from before. But it couldn't be as who ever it was, was well pressed up against him. And wasn't the blond with Hayate? Shaking it off he closed his eyes and let the music and the trip he was having wash over him. It was amazing. Ren felt like he was on cloud nine, everything felt so light and alive. He loved trip like this, where he could let go and just be in the moment.

Eyes still closed, he let his hands find their own way down to the waist of person he was dancing with. The only thing Ren could tell about his partner definitively was that they were male. To him this was nothing, he just wanted to dance and keep feeling this profoundness that was washing over him. Lowing his head to the crook of the others neck, which wasn't far cause apparently they were the same height, he rested his head there as his hands went up under the back of the others top to run his hands over their skin.

It took a couple of minutes of really focusing as they danced to figure out just who he was dancing with. When he did figure it out, he wanted to let a shout of joy. The earlier anger over the fact the man had ruined his deal was completely forgotten as hands began to run over his skin. To be honest, he had forgotten about the whole deal the moment he stepped into the crowd. It was like all those petty and useless thoughts had been washed away with the sea of people.  

He pressed himself against the other even more and let his hands wander around their body. He wasn’t sure what it was about the Ren that made his almost feel like there was something tying each together. There was just something about him.

It seemed like hours they were like that, so tightly pushed up against each other, hips swaying to the pulsing music. Lifting his head Ren peered into and tried to concentrate on the face mere centimetres away from him own. Squinting against the strobe lights, Rens eyebrows flew into his hair. His mouth fell open slightly as he finally pieced together who it was. He was surprised, to say the least. High and very surprised. He couldn't take a step back as the crowd got thicker and soon became impossible to move any where. His addled mind couldn't comprehend why the blond was dancing with him. Wasn't he with Hayate?

Pulsing alive music caught Ren's attention. His eyes drifted off watching what others saw to be nothing. What Ren saw was fantastical coloured weirdness what he knew was the physical music. Blinking rapidly he found himself back in front of the blond. Leaning back, he blinked again. It was that person from before. Shaking his head he fixed his stare at the other, seemingly forgetting about everything and everyone else. It struck Ren that he could feel something pulling him, jerking him roughly towards Atsushi. He didn't know what it was and couldn't discern what it was from all the strange things he was seeing.

He didn't have time to think about the pulling, when he discovered his hands were wrapped around the other. Ren thought he pulled his arms back but all he ended up doing was dragging his nails along his nails across the others back. Sharply inhaling, Ren closed his eyes again and forgot who he was with and pulled them back closer again. Letting one hand drift down he kneaded the others ass with a stupid grin on his face.

The pulsing of the light, the thick heat of bodies around them, and the music all seemed to get brighter, hotter, and louder as Ren seemed to realize who he was. Atsushi was pleasantly surprised, that despite figuring it out, the other didn’t pull away. Then again, that could probably be explained by the fact the man was no doubt flying high at the moment. Atushi wished he could be up there with him.

He let his attention wander and just moved without thought. He didn’t feel like figuring out people or things right now. He just wanted to have a good time and delay the ass-kicking he was no doubt going to get when he reported back to Boss.

He closed his eyes and let those thoughts be washed away with the beat of the music. He chose, instead, to focus on the bodies around him and the body pressed against him once more, but this time it was all he focused on. He no longer cared about who exactly he was dancing with.

He ignored the fact he could practically feel the other staring at him. If Ren didn’t like the fact he was dancing with Atsushi then he could move onto the next body. He wasn’t surprised though when the other pulled him closer again despite the fact he couldn’t remember them ever separating. He arched into the hands that kneaded his ass and continued to explore the other with himself.

Feeling the others response, Ren started rolling his hips towards the blond, awkwardly at first then he got into the groove and started matching it to the music. His body felt hot and flushed from the heat generated by the packed together bodies and the body pushed up against his. Little beads of sweat started running down his forehead, not that Ren noticed at all he was more interested when he opened his eyes on the person in front of him. Leaning his head down against the blond's neck, Ren wrapped his arms tighter around the other and started gently grazing Atsushi's neck with his teeth. Occasionally his tongue would flick out against the slender neck of the other as he made his way up the neck towards Atsushi's mouth.

Just before reaching the others mouth a hand came up and ran through the back of the blond's hair and finally rested cupping Atsushi's head just behind the others pierced ear. Ren paused for a second, his face  just mere millimetres from the blond's. Taking this moment his own red eyes stared straight into the yellows of the other. It was only for a second as he then closed his eyes and bridged the gap between them pushing their mouths together kissing the other.

The right hand on Atsushi's ass felt its way up to the others hip as he still grinded against the other. It was here he kneaded his thumb just above the blond's groin, this was something he knew from a lot of experience made most males weak at the knee's and was slightly torturous as he wasn't actually touching the groin area. While he did that he started sucking, licking and grazing his teeth on the others lips and soon Ren closed his eyes again as he relaxed into the kiss.

Atsushi let out a small grunt as Ren rolled his hips against him. He didn’t even notice the awkward start nor would he care if he did. His mind was too far gone at this point to even care about fumbling or messing up. All he could focus on was the sparks of pleasure that lit up inside of him tiny fireworks. he let his body fall into a matching rhythm of rolling his hips against Ren’s. His breathing came in small pants as one hand fisted the other’s shirt.

His head fell back a bit to allow the man better access to his neck as the small pants occasionally turned into another grunt. His heart seemed to pound in time with the music and he could almost feel his blood rushing through his veins. Everything about him seemed alive in that moment. He could feel every single sensation from the sweat that rolled down his neck to the friction of his pants. It was intoxicating in it’s own way and Atsushi never wanted to lose this feeling. It was euphoric.

He kept his eyes on the other’s red ones until Ren closed them and pressed their lips together. Normally, he would have freaked out at the fact someone was kissing him; he despised kissing. But this time, it just added to the bodily experience he was having. He let himself kiss back while his free hand went down to grab the other’s ass.

Atsushi shuddered as something pressed against a spot just above his lower regions and he felt his own rhythm of rolling his hips falter. He thrusted his hips up a little hoping that the digit would slide down farther to actually give him something other than frustration.

His tongue slowly traced its way into the others mouth, running along Atsushi's own tongue goading it into a response. His fingers in the blond's hair came around and cradled the others face, stroking it with his thumb. Ren was getting into it now. He exhaled heavily through his nose as the rocking of their hips sent small waves of pleasure coursing through his body.

The heavy breathing of the other made Ren pull back from the kiss for a second as he rutted hard against the others hips with his own semi hard on, which caused a groan to escape from his mouth. Licking his lips he looked once again into the yellows of the other. His mind was racing with all the things he was going to do to the blond when he suddenly felt a yank from behind.

Some one had grabbed him from behind and started dragging him out of the crowd of dancers. He tried to grab the blond to drag with him but he missed. Arms flailing and anger showing on his face he was finally pulled free of the people and was suddenly spun around to face Badou.

"What the fuck was that for?" He sneered in a low voice, his lip curling up. "You pretty much fucking someone on the dance floor you fuckwit." Badou shot back. "I didn't need you to fucking drag me out like a fucking child.". Rolling his eyes Badou grabbed Ren by the wrist and started to drag him off again. "Every thing is done and we're all leaving and so are you." He said walking towards the door. Clenching his fist Ren yanked his hand back and swung the other. Colliding with Badou's shoulder Ren stopped. "Don't fucking tell me what to do." He growled and stumbled back as Badou's own fist came swinging in to hit his stomach.

In Atsushi muddled mind, he thought that he could actually get used to this whole kissing thing
It was quite pleasant and Ren was certainly good at it. As their hips rocked together to, what Atsushi thought was the beat of the, he started to crave more. He wanted to drag the other off into the nearest corner and have his way with him; anyway he could.

He also whimpered and frowned when the other pulled away, but it was quickly stopped by another roll of the other’s hips. He clenched and unclenched his hands as his knees shook ever so slightly. He really didn’t want to have to be standing much longer. He tended to get a bit weak kneed.

It came as a shock when the other pulled away, or rather was pulled away, and he couldn’t do anything but watch dumbfounded as Ren waved his arms in what Atsushi assumed was an attempt to grab him. He wasn’t exactly sure what had just happened. Had he broken some kind of “DON’T TOUCH REN!” rule? Oh well. He was never very fond of rules. His mind was quickly distracted from the other as the bodies around him closed the gap left by Ren and dragged him into dancing once more.

As he let his body flow with the music, his mind drifted back to his missed opportunity. It was a big deal, but now he was left with a growing erection and no one to attend to it. Though, he supposed he could find someone, but he knew he wouldn’t feel that pull again. That pull was one of the most intoxicating thing about the whole encounter too.

The air in his lungs flew out and left him gasping for air for a few moment as he calculated how much effort it would be to run and lunge onto Badou and attack the redhead. Fuck it He would do it anyway. Badou had started to turn away from Ren and so he took his chance. Ren leapt up with a bellow on to Badou and started swinging fists not caring if they connected or how much damage he did. Badou didn't go down without a fight either and tried to get the other off his back while connecting a few punches himself.

No one dared to try and get Ren off Badou for fear of getting caught in the crossfire and this wasn't new to anyone, the two fighting like this was a common occurrence. Most in Ren’s gang just turned a blind eye, unless someone needed to be pulled off the other.

Ren was the first  to draw blood from the other as his right fist connected with Badou’s nose roughly. Soon the redhead got his own back with a swing that got Ren above his eye. Both were yelling loud incoherent things at each other, most of it was just slinging curses back and forth as they kept punching the crap out of one another.

He had partially forgotten about the blond and what had happened on the dance floor, now that his blood was pumping with adrenalin, hell he had mostly forgotten why he and Badou were punching each other but now it was a matter of pride. If he didn't finish Badou off, he wouldn't be respected. And the other knew that. Badou would also be seen as a push over and all respect lost if he wasn't seen to put up a good fight. And in the end they both loved a good brawl. Every now and then he could feel that small connection that made the blond's face flash up in his mind but his main focus right now was beating Badou to a pulp and trying to see out of his eye that was dripping blood.

Wiping his face and pushing his bloodied hand into the redheads face he pushed Badou back, which gave him a chance to push off the other and smack him hard and clean around the head with his fist. Leaning back on his heels he wiped his mouth with the back of his red raw hand as his cold eyes watch Badou fall to the ground gripping the side of his skull as his eyes rolled back into unconsciousness.

Eyeing the body of his friend on the floor he smirked and cracked his neck. Most of Ren's gang had seen that punch before and had seen most if not all people Ren had hit fall to the ground in the same state as the redhead. Nodding to some of his gang members they sprung into action, carrying Badou out of the Loft. Ren meanwhile wandered off to the bar, had a shot and stumbled off to the bathroom to clean himself up.

Atsushi could see the crowd thinning somewhat and making a circle around something. He didn’t need to be sober to figure out it was probably a fight. For some reason, a good fight could get anyone’s attention and these people were more likely to spur it on instead of stop it. He pressed his way through the crowd to see just who was fighting and felt a jolt of shock at the sight of Ren duking it out with the guy who had pulled him out of the crowd.

He watched the fight with interest and couldn’t help but feel amazed at the man’s ability to fight. Atsushi could kick ass, but not quite like that. The last hit Ren through that had the other man on the ground made Atsushi flinch, but at the same time he felt a rush of arousal. A man that powerful was incredibly attractive to the blonde and he wanted to know if he applied that power to other… activities.

Once the fight was over, everyone lost interest besides the ones that carried the man out of the loft. They all returned to their previous activity and Atsushi found himself once again surrounded by people. He was quickly pulled back into the dancing and the man he had been so focused on earlier fell from his thoughts as he allowed himself to let loose once more.

A couple of minutes later, Atsushi decided that his sudden urge to pee was much more important than the person he had been feeling up just a couple seconds ago. He made his way through the crowd till he managed to escape the large mass of people. He looked around and peered through the darkness until he managed to spot the bathroom. He made his way to it and proceeded to enter it only to find the man who he had been making out just some time ago.

Relieving himself first he zipped up and made his way to wash his hands. Halfway through doing so he splashed some water up onto his blood stained sweaty face. Leaning over the basin, hand on either side he stood there for a moment letting the cool water drip down his face. He could feel his body quickly coming down from the rush of adrenalin as small thumps of pain started going off above his left eye. He savoured the pain as it kept coming in small waves. It was always good to have a reminder that he was alive even after all the drugs he used to escape reality.

Paying no mind to the sound of the door being pushed open, Ren started washing the blood off his face. Checking every now and then to see if he had missed any spots or how deep the gash was. Upon inspection, the cut it seemed wasn't very deep which explained why it had bleed so much. Turning his back to the door Ren grabbed paper towel and dried his face not caring that he agitated the wound in the process.

Leaning against the wall next to the paper towel he held it against his head to stop the flow of blood once more. Still paying no attention to the other person in the wash room he started thinking about what he would do next. Home? Stay? But no real conclusion leapt forward into his mind. He had done everything he had come here to do and some how more, but that was also no reason to leave just yet. He still had a few pills in his pocket that would send him back up into the clouds. But even still he could go home and do the same thing and pass out after a few more drinks. Hell he could even go check up on Badou to see if he hadn't done too much damage.

Finally turning around he looked up to see a face he knew again. He didn't say anything, just looked the other over as he thought about the weird but slightly familiar pull he had towards the other. He couldn't explain it so he stood there watching the other silently.

Atsushi watched the other with interest as the man watched blood off his face. He was almost even hotter with blood on his face. It made him look… wilder. The blonde liked wild and he bet that with the wild came something rough too. He liked rough even more.

He nudged the door shut with his foot and twisted the lock. He was going to take this opportunity to get just what he wanted, and if the Ren’s earlier actions were anything to go by, he wanted it too. He pressed the few wayward strands of hair out of eyes and clicked his tongue ring against his teeth absentmindedly as he watched the other.

He seemed to have not noticed the blonde yet which was just fine since it gave him more time to study the other. He let his eyes wander down his body and hummed softly in satisfaction while his tongue ring made another clicking noise as he went to lick his lips. He wanted to run his hands all over the other and find out if his lower body was just as impressive as the rest of him was.

When Ren finally looked over, Atsushi gave him his trademark seductive smile that was known to draw people to him faster than a snap of a finger. Although, he had a feeling it wouldn’t be quite that easy.

His mind was pulled away from the dirty thoughts when he felt that weird pull again and he let out a rush of breath.  

"Do you feel it too?” He asked while licking his lips once more.

Pushing off the wall, Ren sniffed loudly while flinging the paper towel into the bin then nonchalantly spat into the basin. Turning slowly to face the blond, he grunted a little. So he wasn't imagining things. He wasn't the only one who could feel that strange pull that he only had around the other. Eyeing the other up and down he ran a hand through his sweaty hair as his mind raced. Were they even thinking about the same thing? He couldn't be 100% yet.

Cocking his head lightly to the side he stared at the blond, his red eyes piercing the others yellows. "Feeling.....Hmn." Shifting his weight to the other foot, he let his eyes meet with the others. "That depends.. What exactly are you feeling, that I'm supposed to be feeling too?" He questioned in a low voice. Ren was curious, he wanted to know if they were on the same wave length before anything else happened.

Crossing his arms Ren stood there thinking about how weird all this shit in his life was. Those fucked up people who pulled some weird magic stunt on Badou and him, the ringing that came from some people and now this weird pull thing that was going on with this guy. Ren thought he was taking the whole fucked up situation quite well. At times he just wanted to put a gun to the other ringing people's heads and tell them to shut the hell up as the constant ringing drove him up the wall, but he knew if he opened his mouth about something as crazy sounding as that he would be thrown in a mental asylum faster than he could try and explain himself which would only dig his grave deeper.

And now, here in front of him was some one who might feel it too. So maybe he wasn't as crazy as he and Badou had joked about. Chewing his top lip he started to think about his options. But they could all change in an instant depending on what this guy knew.

He blinked and stepped back in shock as he realized that the other may not even feel it. The whole weird connection may just be all in his head. That was a very real possibility, but something inside told him that it wasn’t true. It told him that the other felt it too. That they were connected in some weird and probably impossible way. He took a deep breath through his nose and let it out through his mouth. He scratched at the tattoo on his arm absentmindedly as he tried to think of a way to phrase something that sounded weird no matter how you looked at it.

“That… pull? Almost like I can sense you without… meaning too.” He murmured in response as he caught the reflection of his face in the mirror. He looked like shit. His hair was sticking up like he just got out of bed and his skin was flushed. His eyes held a far off look that even made him wonder just how far gone he really was at the moment. He felt fine. He could count all his fingers and walk straight… for the most part.

Realizing he had gotten distracted by his appearance he turned back to look at Ren with an actual nervous expression on his face. He sounded crazy. He knew that. He felt crazy too; like, he was just seeing things and this wasn’t really happening. These things don’t happen to normal people. Sure, he isn’t the most normal person ever; he sleeps around a bit, he does a couple drugs, and has a couple piercings that most people wouldn’t even consider.

He raised his sleeve to get better access to the tattoo, so he could scratch it better.