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Title: Dance With Me
Author: Jordan Herbert
Pairing: RafieoMikey
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Rating: Pg-13
Word Count: 1,023
Warning: Homosexual relationships
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and that makes me sad sometimes until I realize I can still write using them. Yay!
Author's Note: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tmnt_100 Prompt #49: Club.
He had been doing this for a while, coming to the club, taking a table on the second level close to the railing so he can watch those on the dance floor. Or rather, so he could watch one specific person on the dance floor.
It had been completely on coincidence that he had even seen him. Rafieo had just wanted to escape from his brothers and his thoughts for a few hours. The club had been perfect, offering a source of entertainment and the music had made it so that no thoughts were able to be heard. Then Rafieo’s eyes were drawn to the form on the dance floor who had seemed to announce to the world that he had arrived.
Thumping music vibrated the air in the building as Rafieo sipped at his beer and wondered when he’ll get the courage to say hello to the beautiful dancing creature. Probably never since Rafieo can’t figure out what would come after the initial “Hello” that didn’t sound stupid or lame like “Sorry my brothers and I tried to kill you and your brothers.” Sighing, Rafieo fought to forget his thoughts as he focused instead on Michelangelo dancing.
Mikey moved skillfully under the mirror-balls and strobe lights as he danced along with the wild, writhing bodies of the massive crowd. Mikey switched dance partners as much as the DJ switched songs, moving from man to woman to man. Rafieo automatically catalogued and dismissed each person dancing near or with Mikey as threats, but mostly subconsciously. He knew that none of them meant anything to Mikey. After all, Mikey came to the club alone and left that way each night.
The people in the club were just as attracted to Mikey as Rafieo was. Mikey was a beacon amidst the swarthy, earth tones and dark colors that made up most of the other club goers. But it was his energy that really made him stand out.
Mikey moved like sex would move if sex was a living, breathing, dancing form. There was no hesitation in any of Mikey’s moves, only confidence. Rafieo left the club each night more than half-hard from watching him practically make love to any and all that danced with him.
Rafieo’s throat tightened as he watched a big man, perhaps a little bigger than himself, take an interest in Mikey. He watched closely as the man’s mammoth hands landed on Mikey’s hips and pulled him in close, back to front. He watched even more closely as Mikey paused for a split moment before going with it. Rafieo’s eyes narrowed as the other’s hands slid forward to hold Mikey tight, grinding up behind him to the beat of the music. Rafieo’s hands curled into fists when Mikey just leaned back and undulated to the stranger’s rhythm.
Mikey’s hands came up to wrap around the other’s neck to help hold himself up as he concentrated on moving his hips more. The man bent down and Rafieo swore he saw the man’s tongue lick at Mikey’s neck as he whispered something to him. Mikey’s eyes lit up as he looked up at the balcony and Rafieo froze as Mikey seemed to be looking right at him.
But then Mikey was tugged off of the dance floor, seemingly reluctant to follow after the larger man. Rafieo quickly pushed himself out of his chair and strode through the crowd and out the club’s door to follow Mikey.
Without even thinking about it, Rafieo grabbed Mikey’s hand and pulled him from the other man, hard enough to make Mikey stumble and the other man stop walking. There was an intense moment with the three of them caught in a scene; Rafieo’s grip around Mikey’s wrist and the stranger keeping hold of Mikey’s other arm, and Mikey trapped between the two large men.
Rafieo met the man’s gaze and was filled with an unadulterated hatred. He could picture himself ripping the man’s arm off of Mikey’s skin, using the stranger’s own arm to beat him bloody for even daring to take Mikey away from the club and away from Rafieo. And maybe the man could read all of that in Rafieo’s face, because he let Mikey go, hands raised in surrender as he slowly headed back to the club in search of someone else.
Which then left Rafieo in an awkward place; holding onto someone he had been admiring from afar for weeks and had only met in battle.
Swallowing, Rafieo looked anywhere but at Mikey even as he kept his hold on Mikey’s wrist and stuttered over a “He--hello.”
“Hey, I was wondering what it was going to take to finally get you away from your table and talk to me instead of just watching me. I almost thought someone glued you to that chair.” Mikey’s tone was light and teasing.
Rafieo’s eyes widened as he finally met Mikey’s grinning face. “You knew I was watching you?” He felt his cheeks heat up at being caught.
“Of course,” Mikey nodded. “A ninja is always aware of his environment, even if his environment is filled with a million people dancing. And, well, amongst all those strangers, a familiar face that isn’t moving around sticks out.”
“Oh,” Rafieo licked his suddenly dry beak. Mikey had been watching him while he had been watching him.
“So does this mean you’ll finally dance with me?” Mikey asked hopefully.
“Uh,” Rafieo panicked, “I’m not much of a dancer. I just go to the club to, well, to watch you.”
Mikey’s grin doesn’t falter in the slightest bit. “That’s perfect then. You can just follow my dance moves. Come on, they just started playing a good song by the sounds of it.” Mikey ushered Rafieo back into the club, the music washing over them like a bass-driven tsunami as they slowly made their way onto the dance floor.
Rafieo gulped and tried to pull Mikey back, away from the moving crowd. But Mikey turned around and smiled at Rafieo, and at that instance, Rafieo knew that he would become Mikey’s new and only dance partner for the rest of their lives.
Author: Jordan Herbert
Pairing: RafieoMikey
Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Rating: Pg-13
Word Count: 1,023
Warning: Homosexual relationships
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and that makes me sad sometimes until I realize I can still write using them. Yay!
Author's Note: Written for
tmnt_100 Prompt #49: Club. He had been doing this for a while, coming to the club, taking a table on the second level close to the railing so he can watch those on the dance floor. Or rather, so he could watch one specific person on the dance floor.
It had been completely on coincidence that he had even seen him. Rafieo had just wanted to escape from his brothers and his thoughts for a few hours. The club had been perfect, offering a source of entertainment and the music had made it so that no thoughts were able to be heard. Then Rafieo’s eyes were drawn to the form on the dance floor who had seemed to announce to the world that he had arrived.
Thumping music vibrated the air in the building as Rafieo sipped at his beer and wondered when he’ll get the courage to say hello to the beautiful dancing creature. Probably never since Rafieo can’t figure out what would come after the initial “Hello” that didn’t sound stupid or lame like “Sorry my brothers and I tried to kill you and your brothers.” Sighing, Rafieo fought to forget his thoughts as he focused instead on Michelangelo dancing.
Mikey moved skillfully under the mirror-balls and strobe lights as he danced along with the wild, writhing bodies of the massive crowd. Mikey switched dance partners as much as the DJ switched songs, moving from man to woman to man. Rafieo automatically catalogued and dismissed each person dancing near or with Mikey as threats, but mostly subconsciously. He knew that none of them meant anything to Mikey. After all, Mikey came to the club alone and left that way each night.
The people in the club were just as attracted to Mikey as Rafieo was. Mikey was a beacon amidst the swarthy, earth tones and dark colors that made up most of the other club goers. But it was his energy that really made him stand out.
Mikey moved like sex would move if sex was a living, breathing, dancing form. There was no hesitation in any of Mikey’s moves, only confidence. Rafieo left the club each night more than half-hard from watching him practically make love to any and all that danced with him.
Rafieo’s throat tightened as he watched a big man, perhaps a little bigger than himself, take an interest in Mikey. He watched closely as the man’s mammoth hands landed on Mikey’s hips and pulled him in close, back to front. He watched even more closely as Mikey paused for a split moment before going with it. Rafieo’s eyes narrowed as the other’s hands slid forward to hold Mikey tight, grinding up behind him to the beat of the music. Rafieo’s hands curled into fists when Mikey just leaned back and undulated to the stranger’s rhythm.
Mikey’s hands came up to wrap around the other’s neck to help hold himself up as he concentrated on moving his hips more. The man bent down and Rafieo swore he saw the man’s tongue lick at Mikey’s neck as he whispered something to him. Mikey’s eyes lit up as he looked up at the balcony and Rafieo froze as Mikey seemed to be looking right at him.
But then Mikey was tugged off of the dance floor, seemingly reluctant to follow after the larger man. Rafieo quickly pushed himself out of his chair and strode through the crowd and out the club’s door to follow Mikey.
Without even thinking about it, Rafieo grabbed Mikey’s hand and pulled him from the other man, hard enough to make Mikey stumble and the other man stop walking. There was an intense moment with the three of them caught in a scene; Rafieo’s grip around Mikey’s wrist and the stranger keeping hold of Mikey’s other arm, and Mikey trapped between the two large men.
Rafieo met the man’s gaze and was filled with an unadulterated hatred. He could picture himself ripping the man’s arm off of Mikey’s skin, using the stranger’s own arm to beat him bloody for even daring to take Mikey away from the club and away from Rafieo. And maybe the man could read all of that in Rafieo’s face, because he let Mikey go, hands raised in surrender as he slowly headed back to the club in search of someone else.
Which then left Rafieo in an awkward place; holding onto someone he had been admiring from afar for weeks and had only met in battle.
Swallowing, Rafieo looked anywhere but at Mikey even as he kept his hold on Mikey’s wrist and stuttered over a “He--hello.”
“Hey, I was wondering what it was going to take to finally get you away from your table and talk to me instead of just watching me. I almost thought someone glued you to that chair.” Mikey’s tone was light and teasing.
Rafieo’s eyes widened as he finally met Mikey’s grinning face. “You knew I was watching you?” He felt his cheeks heat up at being caught.
“Of course,” Mikey nodded. “A ninja is always aware of his environment, even if his environment is filled with a million people dancing. And, well, amongst all those strangers, a familiar face that isn’t moving around sticks out.”
“Oh,” Rafieo licked his suddenly dry beak. Mikey had been watching him while he had been watching him.
“So does this mean you’ll finally dance with me?” Mikey asked hopefully.
“Uh,” Rafieo panicked, “I’m not much of a dancer. I just go to the club to, well, to watch you.”
Mikey’s grin doesn’t falter in the slightest bit. “That’s perfect then. You can just follow my dance moves. Come on, they just started playing a good song by the sounds of it.” Mikey ushered Rafieo back into the club, the music washing over them like a bass-driven tsunami as they slowly made their way onto the dance floor.
Rafieo gulped and tried to pull Mikey back, away from the moving crowd. But Mikey turned around and smiled at Rafieo, and at that instance, Rafieo knew that he would become Mikey’s new and only dance partner for the rest of their lives.