warnings: swearing, yaoi, a little brother-lovin', possible-OOC (let's just blame it on the alcohol this time)
disclaimer: I don't own Aoi no Exorcist.

Once in a Lifetime

As the sweaty bodies of the crowd pressed against him, Yukio once again thought to himself that live rock concerts just weren't his thing. Each time he felt the feeling of skin against his own, he had to stifle the urge to pull out his guns; however, that didn't stop him from tightening his grip around his precious babies. Who knew what kind of sickos lurked in these rat-infested houses they call nightclubs? Already, he had had seven different people grope him. In public. They were lucky the lighting was dim in here and he didn't catch their faces, or else he'd have blown their hands off.

But really, he had no one to blame but himself for trusting that indecent woman. What was he thinking when she forced those damnable contacts on him and stole his normal clothing while he was naked in the shower and left the mesh tank top, ripped jeans, boots, and thin leather jacket? That they were going to the church? For god's sake, he was practically naked in the scraps of fabrics people dare call clothes. The only person in the club who was revealing more skin than him was Shura herself, and possibly some other people like him looking to get laid.

Gah, what was he thinking? Yukio ran a hand through his mussed hair and rubbed his temples. He didn't need to get laid! 'This wasn't exactly how I pictured the night to go.' The man sighed, slowly maneuvring through the densely packed bodies and making his way to the bar area. He really needed a drink.

Not long after his hand touched the cool, wet surface of the glass of his drink, Yukio sensed a presence behind him. A few minutes passed, and still he could feel the other person standing a few meters away, not letting his unwavering gaze off his body. With his beer in hand, he left the bar and headed back to the dance floor, hoping to loose the stranger. But no matter where he went, those eyes followed him, tracking his every move. Before long, they were back in their original position: Yukio hiding behind his drink, and the mysterious guy circling him, strobe lights giving him only brief glances of the man's profile. 'Persistent stalker,' he thought. His left hand slowly inched towards his gun as he sipped his beer unassumingly, seizing up the stranger from the corner of his eyes.

A sudden warm hand ghosted along the exposed back of his neck, and another grasped the arm reaching for the weapon with intent, causing Yukio to stiffen. Fuck, the creep was fast; he didn't even get a good look at the guy.

"Hey there, hot stuff," a dark voice purred seductively. "What's your name?"

Yukio shivered involuntarily as the voice rolled over his ears like velvet, smooth and sinful. For a moment, he was unable to speak. Then, quick as a flash, he flipped around and pinned the stranger face-first against the bar, gripping the guy's hands to either side of his body to restrain him.

"I'm sorry, but my brother taught me not to talk to strangers," he replied, trying in vain to keep his voice steady, but unable to hide a slight tremor. He could practically feel the heat and sex appeal oozing off the man beneath him, and he felt himself salivate at the muscles blatantly displayed in a tight shirt and black leather pants, and God, look at that firm– the guy chuckled and Yukio blushed as he caught himself ogling the guy's ass. He snapped out of his thoughts and slowly loosened his grip on the other man's wrists.

As the man straightened up to his full height – 'five-feet-seven-inches,' Yukio noted, – he turned around in mortification. After that embarrassing display in his lapse of control, Yukio couldn't bring himself to meet the man's gaze. He settled for staring at the guy's hands. Smooth creamy hands with long, tapered fingers and – "Gah! Yukio, get a hold of yourself!" He admonished himself silently.

The stranger turned around to face Yukio and rubbed his wrists gently. "For such a puny kid, you've got quite a tight grip there," he grinned teasingly.

Yukio snorted and turned back to his drink. "Careful. This 'puny kid' got his black belt in judo, so I'd advise you to leave before he does something he'll regret."

Something flashed across the other man's eyes, and, although he couldn't see it while focusing intently on his drink, he gave Yukio a boyish grin . "Ooh, playing hard to get, are we? I just love a challenge. So, care to answer my previous question?"

"No."

The stranger pouted. "Can I at least get a kiss then?"

Yukio chuckled, as if amused by the other man's antics. "No."

"Too bad." Yukio felt a hand grasp his chin and the soft press of lips against his, and his own eyes widened. A lavish sweep of the tongue prompted him to open his mouth, and the taste of burnt cinnamon assaulted his taste buds. He moaned in pleasure welcomed the exploring muscle and eagerly mapped the other's mouth, brushing over teeth and gums to try to get more of that addictive taste that was pure adrenaline. Much too soon, the stranger broke the kiss and licked his lips, staring at Yukio expectantly. "Well?"

Yukio felt the breath rush out of his lungs. He could hear his heart pounding viciously, as if trying to keep pace to the bass and drums of the music. He hesitated for a moment; then, "You can call me Yukio."

"And you can just call me," the stranger winked lasciviously and sauntered away, blending into the crowd of dancing people.

"Wait!" Yukio called out as the mysterious man slipped away. "Wait!" He charged into the mass of people on the dance floor, but try as he might, he lost sight of the stranger with the wicked tongue and charming words that made his heart beat faster. Deep inside, he felt a sharp knife sink into his chest and tear open a gaping wound, as if he had already lost someone very precious to him. A special, one-of-a-kind person. The kind that he will never meet again in his life. "Wait…" He can feel tears of frustration well up behind his eyes. "Who are you?"

A soft husky laugh and hot puffs of hair caressed his ears. Yukio whipped his head around and came face to face with familiar blue eyes.

"My name is Rin."

the end

a/n:
i just had to use that line xD
("and you can just call me.")