GP: Saturnalia Grand Opening

[goodfellow]

It had taken considerably longer than Robin anticipated, thanks to some building code issues that had pushed back his renovations by months, but following the thrown together "preview" on New Year's Eve (that had gone very well if he did say so himself), Saturnalia was finally officially open for business.

The inside of the club looked somewhat different than it had in January: more polished now, better decorations, furniture, lighting. There was still Greek inspiration, particularly in the murals on the walls - modern, graffiti-inspired versions of Greek art and myths, bright colors splashed amidst chrome industrial decor. Most of the employees (bartenders, dancers) were wearing togas.

The grand opening was a hot ticket, but Robin had sent out invitations generously, and instructed the bouncers at the door to let in the beautiful people as usual, yes, but to be rather random about it as well. After all, what was the fun in only the rich and beautiful?

Alcohol was free flowing, and the music was hot, spun by a DJ on a stage who seemed to have the perfect sense of the crowd. He may have even had a little help by magic. Because why leave these things to chance?

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[anamusebouche]

Hannibal could leave it if Alcuin wanted to leave it. He knew they weren't exclusive and while his own affairs limited themselves to Kersen, he wouldn't blame Alcuin for seeking out more partners. He would have minded, but that discussion would lead to the discussion why they were still living apart. And Hannibal wanted to live apart. At least for the time being.

"I'd rather hoped spending it with you."

[alcuin]

Alcuin grinned. "Yes, good, me too." He brushed his lips to Hannibal's jaw. "In bed, for a fair portion of it, please. And I can cook you breakfast... I think I've finally really gotten a handle on crepes."

[anamusebouche]

Of all the things to detest in this club, having Alcuin close to him like this wasn't one. It was good, in fact, and no one really paid mind to them. "I wouldn't mind my breakfast in bed. Especially if you're the one to prepare it."

[alcuin]

"That is exactly what I'd like," Alcuin said, ignoring everyone around them right now, Hannibal the center of his universe. "I mean..." He put his fingers to Hannibal's tie knot, straightening it. "I did hope that you would know you were going home with me tonight. Even though I'm sure there were others who would offer..."

[anamusebouche]

"I'm sure you know me well enough to know I never take up an offer for a one-night affair," Hannibal replied. Alcuin would do what he wished, but Hannibal would never have a one-night stand.

So, practically, the only other person he might run off with was Kersen. And while he wouldn't have minded that at all, he didn't mind the prospect of spending the night with Alcuin either.

[alcuin]

It was just like Hannibal to take Alcuin's flirtatious teasing so literally, and he quirked a little smile. "I know," he said. "But that doesn't mean that people don't want you. But I'm the one who gets to have you, and that just makes me happy."

[anamusebouche]

"Glad you're happy," Hannibal replied, meaning every word as he passed a finger along Alcuin's jaw. They were being watched, regarded and looked at, but no one looked with malice or mal-intent. There was nothing strange about it, in this club.

[alcuin]

"I know it wasn't really that long, but I really did miss you," Alcuin said.

He was glad, randomly, that enough days had passed that the bite marks on his neck had healed.

"You would let me know if you ever found me too... clingy, right?" he suddenly asked then, thinking of how different it seemed now, how he didn't want to go even a few days without seeing Hannibal. Knowing that Hannibal valued his privacy so much, it occurred to Alcuin that he might sometimes ask too much of him.

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal sometimes felt like Alcuin's only world. It was a very good feeling. "For touching me? For wanting me? That only makes me happy."

[alcuin]

"Good," said Alcuin, and leaned in and kissed Hannibal's cheek. "Perhaps I'll go out and find a dance or two... and then we can go home?"

[anamusebouche]

"I love seeing you dance," Hannibal replied, keeping a hold of Alcuin's arm for a moment longer. "Seeing you move - the way you move - with someone else, especially knowing you will come to me in the end."

[alcuin]

That... was very nice to hear. Alcuin's pleasure at it showed in the slow smile on his face. He stayed right there with Hannibal holding his arm, and said softly, "Watch me, then. And know that you are the only one I want, tonight."

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal nodded. He wasn't possessive, not in this way, but he wasn't lying when he said he liked seeing him dance, especially in an erotic manner. He squeezed his arm and let him free.

[alcuin]

Given permission, spurred on by drink, and knowing that he was safe because Hannibal was watching him, Alcuin made his way out into the crowd of dancers (though not too far) and paused at the first attractive man that looked his way.

Alcuin danced with him, with a kind of natural sensuality that came out in his movements sometimes even in the most mundane situations. But now, with purpose, he was sex on the dance floor - somehow without being obscene. And his partner was clearly enjoying every moment of it. Despite the fact that Alcuin seemed more into the dancing than into his partner.

[anamusebouche]

Hannibal wouldn't mind admitting that he found it quite erotic. It was not his type of club, but the way Alcuin moved transcended music. It was grace and elegance, and sex. Pure and beautiful. It was in his blood and in his nature and it showed in the most divine way.

He wasn't the sort to have his way with anyone in a bathroom stall, but he understood how it could be hard to contain oneself.

The man dancing with him was clearly considering it. Alcuin, though, was dancing as if it was his everything, and paying only mind to his dancing partner as a prop in his world. A prop that meant nothing to him.

To emphasize that, Hannibal walked onto the dance floor, and put his hand on Alcuin's shoulder. "Come with me," he suggested, requested, wished, demanded.

[alcuin]

Alcuin would have been startled (maybe even reacted badly) if he hadn't immediately recognized Hannibal's voice. And so as it was, he spun away from his partner (whom he'd nearly forgotten about) and into Hannibal's arms for a brief kiss. "Okay," he said against his mouth.