R | Writing | Short Stories | Kai no YoruThe club was small and cramped, stuffed tight with writhing bodies, the air moist and hot with pheremones. Ecstasty was being passed through the crowd, it accentuated the monstrously loud music, made the body move more erractically, and the jaw clench in excitement. This was a place of glazed eyes and friendly hands - a place to find love for the night. From the worn green carpet below (which seemed to be unravelling more and more by the minute), to the convex shapes of the tiles in the ceiling, the whole club seemed as if a mere twenty dollars had been spent in its creation, simply to provide these poor drugged souls on the dance floor some entertainment and sex for the night.
His foot tapped of its own will to the music as he lifted the heavy glass in his hand and took a swallow of whatever Arch had ordered. The liquid created fire in his throat and made his mouth dry. Quite unpleasant. He cringed, and called a waiter over to order another. "More of...whatever this is." He said nonchalanty and finished off the rest of the awful concoction, letting the glass drop to the mock-marble table. The waiter, who looked as if he'd been there since sunup, begrudgingly mumbled that he would be right back with more. At least, that's what Khai thought he said; the music was just too damn loud.
Khai shifted uncomfortably in his booth, turning his bored gaze toward the gyrating mass of people on the dance floor. Why was he here, anyway? What madness had allowed himself to be dragged here? He didn't see a point in places like this. So much for a "night out," he could get this sort of entertainment from a two-star game.
Arch had insisted that Khai needed to come with him, tugging his arm like a whining child. "C'mon, Khai! This is exacty what you need. You're always working or laying around your house like a bum (Khai: I do not!), it's time you have some fun! I promise you'll like this place, it's the only place to go to get some R&R!" Khai had endured another hour of Arch's pleading before he finally gave into him, just to shut him up.
"I'm going to kill him when he gets back," mumbled Khai, coughing a little as someone nearby exhaled the first puff of a cigarette. As if on queue, Arch barely became visible through the dancing bodies and smoke. In his arms were two giggling blonde women. Khai rolled his eyes, suddenly feeling very out-of-place with his sullen expression and empty booth. Arch approached the table and one of the girls fell onto the booth seat beside Khai, laying her head on the table laughing like a maniac.
"Taste the bounty, my friend!" Arch gave a chuckle, gesturing to the blonde woman beside him before taking the standing blonde woman in his arms and kissing her neck.
"Two hours, Arch. You've left me here for TWO FUCKING HOURS with nothing to do." Khai would have glared at Arch, but he was suddenly more occupied with the blonde woman beside him. She'd stopped giggling, and started making drunken attempts to fondle Khai. He shrugged her off.
"Hey man, I told you to go dance! Come on, don't be a sourpuss tonight," but Arch didn't seem to care, he was paying much more attention to kissing the girl in his arms.
The DJ at the front of he club began a new song, this one with far more bass than the last. It rattled Khai's bones and made his ears ring. "Fuck this, Arch, I'll meet you outside at 2:30." Ignoring Arch's call of, "Khai! Where're you going? C'mon! Who wouldn't want to get laid on a night like this?!" Khai made his way through the throng of people, trying to find the exit. Everywhere he looked there were people, reaching their hands out for him like he was some delicious treat brought there just for them. The lack of space around him made his breath quicken and his heart race. He wanted to get out - NOW.
A hand grabbed his shoulder from behind, with more purpose than the average person looking for someone to dance with. Khai spun with a gasp, ready for a fight. At this point, he was so on-edge that he probably would have punched his grandmother to get out of this stinking place. However, what stood before Khai now wasn't his grandmother, and it didn't seem like someone looking for a fight either. This man was tall, dark, and handsome with olive skin, black hair, and black eyes. He wore black slacks and a crimson dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His hair fell in dark waves around his shoulders, ending at his chest. Merely looking at him, Khai was speechless. He was both foreboding and alluring, it startled Khai.
"Looking for someone?" The voice was smooth like melted chocolate, and just as sweet with French flavour.
Normally the statement would be a cheesy pickup line to Khai, but tonight it was like an angel speaking sweet nothings to him. "I'm... I'm just trying to find a way out."
The man grinned like a cheshire cat, revealing a line of pearly white teeth. Something didn't seem right about this man's mouth... Something was missing, or there was something extra. Whatever it was, Khai wasn't paying it any mind at all, he was distracted by the dark beauty in front of him. 'Maybe staying here won't be so bad,' he thought, drawing in a quick breath as the man leaned foward, his nose almost touching Khai's. "Want to come with me?" he shouted over the music. Khai suddenly remembered how loud the music was, and wondered how he could have heard this man's voice over the music a few seconds ago. Or maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on him. Why did it matter, Khai wanted to go with this man; something inside of him had already made that decision. Khai's continuous stare seemed like an answer, for the man took Khai's hand and led him through the crowd like an expert, they didn't bump or accidently shove someone the entire way. It was as if they were ghosts, impervious to touch.
The two men approached a booth, hidden in a corner away from the dancing crowd and even farther from the exit, which Khai could now see but no longer cared about. He automatically slid into the booth, the man followed, taking his time with getting himself situated. Khai surprised himself by not feeling the least bit nervous. In fact, he felt completely at ease with this mystery man, which was very strange for someone like Khai, who was always wary of strangers. The realization brought a sudden bought of nervousness and maybe a little fear. He looked up from the table, his eyes searching for Arch. He spotted the two blonde women at the table (happily sucking the lips off each other), but Arch was no where in sight.
"Don't be afraid."
Khai turned his head back to the man and found himself being stared down. The man repeated the words, "Please, don't be afraid." The words were the equivalent to the word of God. Those black eyes were like cat eyes, watching just to watch, or perhaps for a deeper reason. He felt himself relax. "Please, have a drink." The man gestured toward a waitress that Khai hadn't seen approach them. The waitress took two glasses from her tray and set them down on the table, her eyes never leaving the man beside Khai. The man only smiled, and waved her away, "Later, mon cherie," The waitress gasped, trembling. Khai's brows furrowed in confusion. The waitress promptly turned and almost sprinted through the crowd towards the womens lavatory.
"Wha...?" Khai looked at the man beside him.
"Forgive me, I have a way with women. Please drink, it will make you feel better."
Khai looked down at the two glasses. One was filled with a dark substance, in the bad lighting of the club Khai couldn't tell if it was brown or red. The other glass was filled with a clear liquid, probably some form of alcohol. Khai took the second glass into his hand and, surprising himself again, downed the the contents entirely. It was hot and comfortable going down his throat, and he wanted more. He looked at the man. Again, that chesire cat smile. Khai shuddered, feeling a little dizzy. He blinked once, twice, his eyes felt warm and moist and his skin felt sticky. He suddenly found himself staring up into the face of his seducer. The man smirked down at him, holding Khai in his arms against his shoulder. 'I'm in the arms of an angel...' thought Khai amidst the fog in his head.
"Perhaps so," a chuckle came from the man, he smiled wider. Khai didn't notice the oddity of his response. His head was spinning wonderfully, and there were shivers going down his spine. The man's lips brushed his own, coaxing Khai into his lap. Khai scooted foward and took the man's lips into his own. It was a smooth, romantic kiss, the type of kiss everyone dreams of. Slow, sensual, bringing heat to the loins. Khai broke away gasping, not from breathlessness, but from the pure shock of pleasure that was still travelling through his body, reververating off his insides like an eternal echo.