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A/N: So I deleted my other Brucas story because I pretty much hated it. I thought it was boring and unoriginal. This will hopefully be better. It's totally AU and not PG, kids. So if you're not old or mature enough, stay away. Everyone else, Review and Enjoy! Lemme know if it's worth continuing. :)

Chapter 1: Sex on Fire

"Fuck this shit," Lucas muttered under his breath, glowering down at every other nearby clubgoer.

His life sucked. That much was crystal freaking clear now. So tonight he only had two things in mind: get passed-out drunk and fuck the hottest chick in the room.

He'd start with the first one for now. He leaned across the bar counter, ignoring any stickiness he felt that couldn't be accounted for. This was a New York City club after all. It hardly guaranteed a cleanly and sterile environment.

"Tequila," he yelled gruffly at the bartender over the annoyingly loud dance music. "Shots." He held up his hand to show how many he wanted.

He knew he was being a pussy ordering that. It'd been what he'd drank all through high school. Now that he was a big shot New York writer he should've been more sophisticated.

A bourbon-filled Bulleit Neat. A vodka-filled Kamikaze. Something masculine and brawny that told the world who was boss. Well fuck it, Lucas thought to himself for the millionth time. Fuck Everyone.

He was just fired by the most reputable publishing house in the city and got evicted from his lavish uptown apartment all in the same fucking day. He needed something to take the edge off—something to make him forget it all. The only things that came to mind were booze and women.

"Here ya are," the bartender shouted back, shoving four shots of expensive tequila at Lucas.

Lucas took them eagerly, throwing back a couple hundreds to him. "Keep the change."

He made his way over to an impossibly small table to the side of the club. The place was packed and he narrowly avoided dumping alcohol down someone's dress. A couple of times he'd been tempted to do it on purpose just to make someone else as pissed-off as he was.

He never did anything like this—party alone in a dirty club. He'd been the good guy all through his adolescence. Dads had practically lined their daughters up for him to date he'd been so chivalrous.

He eyed multiple bodies around the room. Men and women were dancing together to a low erotic beat. Women had their arms wrapped around the necks of men that were more than likely strangers. These same men had their arms wrapped around the girls' waists, pulling them close, forcing them to grind against their junk. Sweat ran from body to body in a hot, tangled mess.

Chivalry was clearly dead here.

But still, Lucas longed to be a part of the crowd now. If his life was shot to hell already, then he'd at least make the most of it.

He quickly picked up his first tequila shot, shooting it back swiftly and surely. The alcohol fizzled within him, stinging on the way down and making him feel more alive than ever. He downed another right after.

"Careful there, Broody," a sultry and impossibly husky voice whispered into his ear. "I hear it can go to your head."

Hands snaked around his broad shoulders until the most stunningly attractive woman he'd ever seen came into view. She had pale porcelain skin that Lucas immediately wanted to caress. Her hair was dark and long. He imagined tangling up his own hands in it as he kissed her bright ruby red lips. She also had a beauty mark on her right cheek that made her even more beautiful if that were possible.

His lips curved upward. He hadn't even needed to search for the hottest chick. She'd clearly come right to him like a moth to a flame.

"I'm Lucas," he told her in a loud but gentle voice, working to play it cool. "And you are?"

Her eyes twinkled mischievously. "Does it matter?" she demanded, pulling at his shirt collar.

She clearly meant business.

"No introductions?" Lucas questioned. "No idle chitchat? No buying you a drink first?"

They both knew what they were about to go do; one-night stands always started the same.

She shook her head in response, eyeing his two unfinished shots. "You're wasting it," she informed him matter-of-factly.

Lucas smirked. "Still get the same buzz."

She sighed, turning to another table close by and snatching a salt shaker and a plate of lime wedges. "Do it right," she requested, licking the back of her hand below her index finger and pouring the salt onto it. "Lick," she ordered, offering her hand to him.

He followed hesitantly, licking her hand before downing his third shot. She quickly handed him the lime wedge and he bit into it to balance the flavor. This was really turning him on. He'd never had a girl be so gung ho with him before. They quickly repeated the steps for his fourth and final shot.

"You're right," he said, cringing slightly. "Your way is much better."

She smiled in a way that suggested she knew that all along. "You live close by?"

He shook his head, smiling at the irony that he actually did live close by until recently being thrown out. He hadn't really thought about it before, but he didn't actually have anywhere to stay anymore. He had no home to go to.

"What about you?" he countered, eyeing the way her tight red dress hugged each curvature of her perfect body.

"Oh, I do," she said, eyes narrowing. "Not that it matters. I don't bring randoms back to it. Talk about potential murder victim."

Lucas rolled his eyes. This chick he still didn't know the name of was willing to go back to a stranger's apartment but not her own. Her logic seemed seriously flawed.

"What do you suggest then?" he inquired rather desperately. He really needed a good lay.

She twirled around in a circle that Lucas subconsciously realized was in tune to the background music. It made her even hotter in his eyes.

When she finally turned back to him he became entranced. She had eyes as black as sin, filled with lust. She seemed like a demon and an angel to Lucas all at the same time. He wasn't quite sure which side was more tempting.

"Bathroom," she suggested, nodding her chin toward the corner of the club.

Lucas eyed it in shock before turning back to her. "You're serious."

Her lips parted as she took a deep, sensual breath. "Does it look like I'm joking?"

She was definitely more of a demon, and it was definitely more than tempting for him. "Lead the way."

She grabbed his hand, pulling him along right behind her as she twisted her way through the hot crowd of bodies to the bathroom.

"Get lost," she ordered the two women that had been waiting in line. They less-than-happily complied.

Luke smiled at her constant forwardness. He was coming to expect it of her, but he still really had no idea how this was going to go down. He'd never done it in public before.

The mysterious woman pulled him into the single-stall bathroom, locking the door behind them.

"We have a good ten...maybe fifteen minutes before security gets here," she told him in her always raspy voice. "Do your worst."

He grabbed her immediately, pushing her against the door, locking her in place against him.

Her eyes lit up with a fierce passion as he began kissing her neck to her jawline. She began moaning as he nibbled gently in the right spot.

Luke saw an opening to take advantage of this woman like he never had another.

"Wrap your legs around me," he ordered, sounding nothing like himself. He never got bossy in bed. What the fuck was happening?

She just smiled back at him, obeying instantly, sliding her legs tightly around his strong waist. "You want me to take off my dress?" she asked him teasingly. "Or would you prefer to do that yourself?"

A low, guttural noise sounded in the back of his throat. He held her carefully as he moved away from the door and set her down on the still damp sink. He quickly pulled up her dress without reluctance for once, tossing it to the ground beside them.

She was even more stunning to him now, showing more of her porcelain white skin. She had on skimpy lingerie underneath that seemed very fitting to her personality. He slowly massaged over her shoulders, lowering his hands to her stomach before landing on her hips. He brought her closer to the edge of the sink.

"You sure you want me to do that?" he asked, referring to her demands that he do his worst.

She nodded mutely, clearly surprised by his sudden ability to keep up sexually.

His smile widened as he tugged off his pants, kicking them aside. His boxers were next, as were her barely-there panties. He quickly rolled on a condom.

"You sure about this?" he asked again. Chivalry was pretty much dead.

She nodded again, smiling slightly condescendingly at him.

That ticked him off. He hated feeling inferior to a woman. He quickly pressed against her, working to turn her on just as much as he was before thrusting slowly into her. He pulled out again, watching her reaction. She groaned audibly, eyes fluttering back.

That was all the approval and permission he needed. He thrust back up into her, letting her press her hands behind her arched body to give her better support as their bodies rocked together.

He pounded against her harder and faster each time, building on their momentum. They both were panting heavily as they reached their incomparable climaxes.

When it was over Brooke shakily hopped back down to the floor in search of her clothes. Lucas handed them to her mechanically, barely able to keep himself on his feet after that earth-shattering experience.

Brooke quickly slipped back into her dress, pulling on her panties again. Luke followed suit, pulling his boxers and pants back on.

"That was..." she started, flushing brightly. "Nice," she supplied at last.

Lucas chuckled. "Glad it was satisfactory."

A sudden loud and obnoxious pounding started at the bathroom door. Lucas watched with wide eyes as she opened it up to reveal two burly security guards that were waiting outside, looking seriously ticked-off.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she started up, sounding unbelievably innocent. "Were we causing a disturbance?"

Luke couldn't help but laugh at that. He was shut up by the stern looks both guards gave him. Their message was clear: shut the fuck up.

Luke slapped his wrists together. "We'll go quietly," he told them, winking to her out of the corner of his eye.

The guards forced both of them out of the bathroom, apparently fed up with having to wait. Lucas was quickly forced through the crowd roughly until they hit the exit and he was thrown out on his ass.

Fucking worth it, he thought to himself, getting even more turned on as he watched the beautiful brunette get thrown out right behind him.

A/N: Review! Or else this will be a oneshot!