So what counts as "back street" magic? Is it illegal?
[ Not that Reggie minds. He moves closer, stroking his hand over Nick's cheek as he kisses him again.
Then Reggie pulls back slowly, lips pursing somewhat. He's not trying to feel jealous, let alone seem jealous, but that comment grazes a nerve nonetheless. ]
What's that supposed to mean? [ He strokes Nick's cheek again, kissing him and forcing a smirk. ] I'm not gonna screw him.
[ Nick's question makes Reggie's smirk grow, though more genuinely this time. He answers easily: ]
That's easy. They wanna look better-- [ He gestures to his face, but then his chest. ] Be strong and fit without having to work for it... they want good luck, and love, and money...
[ Then he nods, grinning with enthusiasm. ]
Okay. Let's go to a club. You can get an idea of what you'll be in for.
[No wonder mortals are so caught up in the idea of witches, if that's what they think that's what magic is for. But those spells? Glamours, and luck, and even money, that's not hard.]
[ Reggie grins, and shrugs a little as if to emphasize that clearly he doesn't want magic for any of those things. But he's fairly confident that he's covered the common basics, the things people always unwisely dabble in the unknown or sell their souls for in movies. ]
[Like a crazy person. But he doesn't seem to mind the walking, and he definitely doesn't mind how Reggie's arm is around him. Sometimes he wonders if Reggie does that - takes him in hand this way - because he's always thought of himself as straight, and this is how he would treat a girl.
[ Nick's probably not far off the mark-- the casually affectionate body language comes fairly easy to Reggie, at least when he doesn't overthink it, and their height difference helps somewhat with that.
He wouldn't do this anybody, though, not in public, not any guy; Nick's special in that regard.
They get to the club and Reggie winks at the bouncer, cocking his head to make it clear he's here with a Dominant, so there should be no issue with letting them inside... and there isn't, they're waved through shortly after. Fake IDs aren't necessary here, at least, so that's one obstacle they're spared. ]
[Like every club in this place, it's highly sexualized, even for a club - the dancers in the cages are all submissives, wearing almost nothing. People are in various states of undress, and Nick knows it won't take much before some of them are having actual sex on the floor.
He takes Reggie's hand, eases it off him just for now.]
[ He crosses his arms, leaning them against the bar counter and wetting his lips idly as he looks around the club. This place is a lot more than Reggie was expecting, although he should be used to this kind of thing by now-- his eyes scan over the cage dancers and the floor dancers, a little glassy as they take it all in.
[He orders a pair of bourbons on the rocks, and while the bartender gets to it (right away, sir) he turns to look at the dancers, and shakes his head.]
[ That's of some relief; Reggie's shoulders relax a bit as he turns, back against the bar now, so he can look across the dance floor more unobstructed. ]
Well, no, but... [ He pauses, and shrugs. ] I feel like it'd get kind of distracting.
[ It's not much different from being in a strip club, which Reggie doesn't mind, but the level of patron participation seems like it'd make his job a lot harder. (No pun intended.)
Though it's a little intriguing too, in a way. Vaguely exciting in a way Reggie's not entirely used to. ]
[ It's always impossible for Reggie to tell what's on Nick's mind, but that's half of why he likes him so much. He grins a little, tilting his head into the kiss. ]
Who says I'm worried?
[ He sips his own drink, eyes drifting back to the floor, then back to Nick. ]
And what else is there to even pay any attention to? Right now all the action's out there on the dance floor.
[His smile stays soft, and he takes Reggie's drink and sets it down, his hand passing over both drinks. They vanish - they're actually up in a secluded corner, waiting for their return - and he takes Reggie's hand and tugs him onto the dance floor.]
Not to be outdone.
[He says with a smirk, and then they really are dancing, because Nick loves to dance. But he has other plans in mind, and it's clear the more he tugs Reggie into dark corners to kiss him, filthy and wet, and push him out again onto the dance floor.
Making Reggie crazy isn't hard. Reggie is primed with hormones and willing to go all out. But it doesn't mean that Nick doesn't like to do it.]
[ Well then-- this is a development Reggie can work with. He blinks at the counter, distracted for a moment wondering where their drinks disappeared to, but then Nick's pulling him out onto the floor and his heart tightens with anticipation.
There's an awareness at the back of his mind what's going on here, it's not really hard to connect the dots, but for now Reggie strives to still play dumb. He kisses Nick back messily, grins against his mouth and pulls him close to grind against, turning around so he can grind his hips slower against Nick's front. Reggie doesn't think much of it, either, not really, because this -- among other moves -- is already how he usually dances in clubs. ]
Well? [ He has to shout a little, turning his head enough to catch Nick in another kiss. ] How do you like mortal dancing so far?
[He laughs, and turns them both in a tight circle, and reaches up for another kiss. This feels natural; it feels like home, almost. There are no official dances at the Academy, but they're young and they like passion and heat, so there's a lot of unofficial things, in dark corners where their teachers pretend not to know.
It's for the Dark Lord. Of course it's fine.
He kisses him again, and presses one hand to his very defined stomach, tugging at his shirt.]
[ It's unclear which comment that it's in response to -- maybe both -- but Reggie continues grinning, shaking and grinding and rolling his hips harder with the music, letting his hair fall over his face. This almost feels like home to him too, it feels like that night he, Veronica, Josie, and Kevin all snuck into a club and danced like this all night.
God, that was nearly a year ago. Reggie's been in clubs, but when's the last time he's really been out dancing in one?
He pulls at his shirt, tugging it over his head and swinging it in his hand for a moment before he throws it, somewhere-- it doesn't matter. ]
[Nick's hands go to Reggie's skin, as if he's drawn there like a magnet, fingers tracing lines over his hips and his waist, pressing in the divot of his hipbones. He wants to mark him up, make him remember who he belongs to -
- most literally, in this sense. Now he understands the Dark Lord a little. There is something heady and intoxicating about knowing that someone signed their name away, signed themselves away, even for the loosest of immoral contracts.
He leans forward and bites, and then licks, and sucks up a mark on Reggie's chest, getting in close enough that Reggie can feel his erection, half-hard and only getting harder.]
You're so beautiful.
[He's said it before and he'll say it again, because it's true, and fascinating at the same time.]
[ Nick's right, making Reggie crazy isn't hard-- especially not when it's Nick making the effort, Nick, who's unwittingly conditioned Reggie to go crazy for nearly everything he does.
Or maybe not so unwittingly; who can say?
Reggie pants, breathing hard and moving like none of this is a depature from regular club floor grinding, but it's getting there. Slowly but surely. He groans a little brokenly at every bite and suck Nick gifts him with, moving his hand down to stroke Nick's erection through his pants.
Subtly, of course. They are still in public, after all. ]
So are you. [ He kisses him, smirking against his mouth and squeezing his fingers around Nick's hard-on just slightly. In a lower voice: ] Do we need to go find the club bathroom so I can help you take care of this?
[He reaches down and palms him, and then tugs him to the edge of the dance floor, where there are stages. In a club in the real world, a DJ would go here.
In a club in this obscene, absurd city, this platform has obvious other uses. There are chairs, and chains both, although Nick is not in the mood to use the chains.]
[ As Reggie follows, his pulse starts to picks up very quickly and his chest tightens, heart feeling like it's about to fall into his stomach (or perhaps already did). This is definitely--
This is new for him. It's a lot, and while he can feel the heat of Nick's excitement, contagious and electric and stirring up the part of Reggie that's always eager to share in that excitement, and to participate, this time that heat is still just an uneasy flicker rather than a flame. ]
What, you mean-- [ His eyes move from Nick to one of the stages. ] Like, right here? Out in the open? Nick, that-- I dunno...
[ Not "I dunno" like no, but "I dunno" like he's waiting, and maybe wanting, to be convinced. Nick has the best track record for selling Reggie on things he was initially unsure about, but Reggie still can't help having reservations about revealing that much. Not unwilling, but still too in his own head about it. ]
Are you sure? Like, some of these people might start using our club, too.
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[ Not that Reggie minds. He moves closer, stroking his hand over Nick's cheek as he kisses him again.
Then Reggie pulls back slowly, lips pursing somewhat. He's not trying to feel jealous, let alone seem jealous, but that comment grazes a nerve nonetheless. ]
What's that supposed to mean? [ He strokes Nick's cheek again, kissing him and forcing a smirk. ] I'm not gonna screw him.
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[He looks at Reggie's face and tugs his hand in his curls, but doesn't hurt him, doesn't force his head. He just kisses one cheek.]
That's all up to you, Reg.
Hey.
Come with me to a club.
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That's easy. They wanna look better-- [ He gestures to his face, but then his chest. ] Be strong and fit without having to work for it... they want good luck, and love, and money...
[ Then he nods, grinning with enthusiasm. ]
Okay. Let's go to a club. You can get an idea of what you'll be in for.
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[He tips his head a little.]
Well. That's even easier than I thought.
[No wonder mortals are so caught up in the idea of witches, if that's what they think that's what magic is for. But those spells? Glamours, and luck, and even money, that's not hard.]
Mortal clubs. Do you dance?
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Happy to help.
[ He nods, sliding his arm around Nick. ]
And yeah, I dance. Do you?
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[He slips down, so he's in Reggie's space, forcing him back a little, and reaching for his arms.]
I want to go dancing.
[He also wants to make Reggie get off in public, so that's also a thing.]
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[ At least properly-- with someone, like a date, or even a group. Reggie wraps his arms around Nick, hands linked at his lower back. ]
Should we walk, or would you rather just teleport us somewhere?
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[He laughs a little, but he curves his arms around Reggie, too.]
I want to see what the neighbors are like. Besides, I want to see a bouncer look at your face and let you past the ropes.
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[ Reggie leaves his hand on Nick's back as he turns to circle them back to the door. ]
Don't worry, I can definitely get us in.
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[Like a crazy person. But he doesn't seem to mind the walking, and he definitely doesn't mind how Reggie's arm is around him. Sometimes he wonders if Reggie does that - takes him in hand this way - because he's always thought of himself as straight, and this is how he would treat a girl.
He also doesn't care, so it doesn't much matter.
They're walking and it's not far.]
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He wouldn't do this anybody, though, not in public, not any guy; Nick's special in that regard.
They get to the club and Reggie winks at the bouncer, cocking his head to make it clear he's here with a Dominant, so there should be no issue with letting them inside... and there isn't, they're waved through shortly after. Fake IDs aren't necessary here, at least, so that's one obstacle they're spared. ]
You wanna buy me a drink?
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He takes Reggie's hand, eases it off him just for now.]
What do you want? Or my choice?
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[ He crosses his arms, leaning them against the bar counter and wetting his lips idly as he looks around the club. This place is a lot more than Reggie was expecting, although he should be used to this kind of thing by now-- his eyes scan over the cage dancers and the floor dancers, a little glassy as they take it all in.
Yeah, a drink will definitely help. ]
Your place won't be exactly like this, will it?
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Unlikely.
Dorian is from a slightly different age.
[He looks up at Reggie.]
Does it make you uncomfortable?
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Well, no, but... [ He pauses, and shrugs. ] I feel like it'd get kind of distracting.
[ It's not much different from being in a strip club, which Reggie doesn't mind, but the level of patron participation seems like it'd make his job a lot harder. (No pun intended.)
Though it's a little intriguing too, in a way. Vaguely exciting in a way Reggie's not entirely used to. ]
Like, I think there's people banging over there.
[ He gestures to the floor. ]
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Mmhmm.
[Whatever is on his mind, he's not telling, not yet. Instead he curves up to press a kiss to Reggie's ear.]
They're not really paying attention to the rest of us. So don't worry about them.
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Who says I'm worried?
[ He sips his own drink, eyes drifting back to the floor, then back to Nick. ]
And what else is there to even pay any attention to? Right now all the action's out there on the dance floor.
[ Quite literally. ]
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Not to be outdone.
[He says with a smirk, and then they really are dancing, because Nick loves to dance. But he has other plans in mind, and it's clear the more he tugs Reggie into dark corners to kiss him, filthy and wet, and push him out again onto the dance floor.
Making Reggie crazy isn't hard. Reggie is primed with hormones and willing to go all out. But it doesn't mean that Nick doesn't like to do it.]
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There's an awareness at the back of his mind what's going on here, it's not really hard to connect the dots, but for now Reggie strives to still play dumb. He kisses Nick back messily, grins against his mouth and pulls him close to grind against, turning around so he can grind his hips slower against Nick's front. Reggie doesn't think much of it, either, not really, because this -- among other moves -- is already how he usually dances in clubs. ]
Well? [ He has to shout a little, turning his head enough to catch Nick in another kiss. ] How do you like mortal dancing so far?
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[He laughs, and turns them both in a tight circle, and reaches up for another kiss. This feels natural; it feels like home, almost. There are no official dances at the Academy, but they're young and they like passion and heat, so there's a lot of unofficial things, in dark corners where their teachers pretend not to know.
It's for the Dark Lord. Of course it's fine.
He kisses him again, and presses one hand to his very defined stomach, tugging at his shirt.]
I want to show you off.
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[ It's unclear which comment that it's in response to -- maybe both -- but Reggie continues grinning, shaking and grinding and rolling his hips harder with the music, letting his hair fall over his face. This almost feels like home to him too, it feels like that night he, Veronica, Josie, and Kevin all snuck into a club and danced like this all night.
God, that was nearly a year ago. Reggie's been in clubs, but when's the last time he's really been out dancing in one?
He pulls at his shirt, tugging it over his head and swinging it in his hand for a moment before he throws it, somewhere-- it doesn't matter. ]
Does that help?
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- most literally, in this sense. Now he understands the Dark Lord a little. There is something heady and intoxicating about knowing that someone signed their name away, signed themselves away, even for the loosest of immoral contracts.
He leans forward and bites, and then licks, and sucks up a mark on Reggie's chest, getting in close enough that Reggie can feel his erection, half-hard and only getting harder.]
You're so beautiful.
[He's said it before and he'll say it again, because it's true, and fascinating at the same time.]
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Or maybe not so unwittingly; who can say?
Reggie pants, breathing hard and moving like none of this is a depature from regular club floor grinding, but it's getting there. Slowly but surely. He groans a little brokenly at every bite and suck Nick gifts him with, moving his hand down to stroke Nick's erection through his pants.
Subtly, of course. They are still in public, after all. ]
So are you. [ He kisses him, smirking against his mouth and squeezing his fingers around Nick's hard-on just slightly. In a lower voice: ] Do we need to go find the club bathroom so I can help you take care of this?
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[Sometimes he talks like K. So fucking sue him.]
I told you.
[He reaches down and palms him, and then tugs him to the edge of the dance floor, where there are stages. In a club in the real world, a DJ would go here.
In a club in this obscene, absurd city, this platform has obvious other uses. There are chairs, and chains both, although Nick is not in the mood to use the chains.]
I want to show you off.
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This is new for him. It's a lot, and while he can feel the heat of Nick's excitement, contagious and electric and stirring up the part of Reggie that's always eager to share in that excitement, and to participate, this time that heat is still just an uneasy flicker rather than a flame. ]
What, you mean-- [ His eyes move from Nick to one of the stages. ] Like, right here? Out in the open? Nick, that-- I dunno...
[ Not "I dunno" like no, but "I dunno" like he's waiting, and maybe wanting, to be convinced. Nick has the best track record for selling Reggie on things he was initially unsure about, but Reggie still can't help having reservations about revealing that much. Not unwilling, but still too in his own head about it. ]
Are you sure? Like, some of these people might start using our club, too.
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