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wonder whose arms will hold you tight

Who: EVERYONE'S INVITED
What: Maxxie's Super Amazing and Truly Spectacular New Year's Eve Party
When: Dec 31st - Jan 1st
Where: One of Vista City's most decadent night clubs, æther
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, drugs, sex, all that good rock 'n roll stuff. If there's going to be anything else just throw it in the header or let me know and I'll add it!

The night club Maxxie rents out is in the heart of the downtown, sticking out like a sore thumb with its front entrance looking more like a museum than a club. There's a red carpet leading up the steps, with bodyguards littered about to keep the paparazzi and troublemakers at arm's length. No one with a recognizable face will be turned away from entering the club, and even through the giant, heavy doors there's a distinct baseline and a hint of flashing lights from the dance floor.

Said dance floor is the first step once you're inside. After an extravagant coat check and quick access to the downstairs bar, there's a wide open dance floor with the DJ on stage at the opposite end. There are bodyguards lining the walls, of course - after Naomi's stunt at the solstice party there's no losing them - but there's only one rule at this party: absolutely no one is to touch the mic except for the DJ and Maxxie. The music all night is a blend of genres, but every song is appropriate to dance to. Obviously there are some Flashstep songs thrown in for good measure, but rest assured that every band will probably hear their music in some form or another, whether it's the song itself or a remix to make it a bit more suitable for the mood of the party.

On the two upper levels there are balconies overlooking the dance floor, and it's a bit quieter up here due to some innovative architecture. One may actually be able to have a conversation in the comfortable lounge, and there's another bar here with a few more options for mixed drinks. It's a place to rest up, have a few drinks, and enjoy the music at a more reasonable volume before you head back out to the party. There's even waitstaff floating around making sure everyone has anything they want, and as always the bodyguards are hanging out at the edges of the space to make sure no one starts any trouble.

Finally, there's an entrance to an outdoor balcony on the top level, high enough up to get a nice view of downtown and still be sheltered from the nosy paparazzi down on the street. The temperature has dropped with the arrival of winter, but it's a calm, clear night in Vista city and the alcohol should be enough to keep you warm.

The bars are fully stocked with a few thousand dollars worth of alcohol to keep everyone properly buzzed, and there are a few dealers floating around upstairs ready to sell anything to anyone with a charming smile. The host himself will be bouncing around, enjoying himself as if it was all catered specifically to his idea of the perfect party (it was) and saying hi to anyone and everyone.

[OOC: This is party style! Throw up a toplevel and get tagging! You can get up to any shenanigans you want, but please keep in mind the bodyguards are plentiful and on high alert since the solstice party. Maxxie has, of course, tried and failed to get them to join in on the fun, but they don't seem too overbearing unless trouble starts brewing. The Countdown is here, but please continue making toplevels and threading pre- and post-countdown shenanigans!]

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It's definitely new to feel someone hold her up, given she's usually the one hauling her partners around, but it's thrilling to have the tables turned on her. And Xanxus is really the only one who can do it and do it right.

When he straightens her, Luci presses in close with her arms over Xanxus' shoulders. "I'm pretty sure I know what you just said, but all I care about are the words being gorgeous," she says, gnawing a little on his jaw. There are probably a dozen cellphones pointed at them right now, but Luci doesn't care. This year is about to get really good if she has anything to say about it. "You feel like talking a little bit more?"

Yeah, there's a lot of cellphones. They're probably going to be getting a lot of press from this. Even more with how he's supposed to also be banging a few other people from a few other bands. Her as well. He could see the headlines now. Something to do with incubi and devils and bullshit. Maybe they'd get more of those nice buttery crackers from this.

But Luci is much better than Ritz. He chuckles and gives her a smoldering look. "You would be surprised at how talented I am with tongues." He chuckles and purrs at her. "I think that's the best idea I've heard all night. Talking with you," or not talking with her, "is probably the best thing that happened at this party."

"I don't think I'd be surprised at all-- but the curiosity I've had for months now would finally be sated, I'll tell you that much."

She doesn't care what Alec thinks, and Luci decides that as long as nothing fucked up happens with their dynamic Yuffie and Fetch won't care. It's fortunate that she and Xanxus seem to have a similar outlook on relationships, attachments, and sex. They cared about one another, that had become plain enough the night Xanxus had returned from his weekend with Predator-- sex isn't going to replace that for either of them, probably.

"I think there's a green room in the back, probably has a couch," she says right next to his ear over the noise. "You can show off those tongues of yours."

"You know what they said about curiosity and cats. And about satisfaction. I'm never not satisfied a finicky feline." A thinly veiled remark about his skill with female anatomy. He hopes that Luci will pick that up. If not, he's more than happy to be directly raunchy.

"Is there now? You know, I wouldn't even need a couch. You me and the wall. I can easily hold you up." Though he'll treat her first. He enjoys getting his partner all sorts of hot and bothered before the main event.

"So lead the way, Luci. I want to see this room."

Oh she can pick it up when anybody's talking about her genitals. In situations like this, it's the center of her focus, so it's hard not to pick up on related innuendo. When you want sex, everything is sex.

"Fortunately mine is not going to be terribly finicky. I'm almost certain you and my sweet little puss are going to get along just fine," she says, casually sliding her knee between his legs. That offer for him, her, and a wall is sounding really good. How many of her partners have been strong enough to hold her up and fuck her? Luci hums, clearly loving the image.

"You know if Yuffie wasn't here, I'd say there's a wall right over there." But Yuffie is around somewhere, and seeing them going at it is bound to give her some heebie-jeebies of some sort. Luci puts a hand on either of Xanxus' shoulders and guides him backwards. "This way, darling."

"It should be. It's rare. One of a kind. Any one would be lucky to give it a nice stroke or two." He means it too. As much as the two of them might sleep around, he really does believe that Luci deserves a certain level of respect. Which is why he's going to show her the time of her life, or at least give it a damn good go of it.

"Yes. And give the tabloid enough fodder for a million issues." He teases, letting himself be guided. His steps are easy and smooth, trusting her not to run him into anything until they get to that door to that special room that will be theirs for the rest of the evening if he has his way.

"Just one thing, before we go in there." He gives her a measuring look. "I'm letting you call the shots here. And in case we get real kinky, I want to know it. Your word." Because just like that one song against Predator, Xanxus was a big believer in safe words.

Luci barks a laugh at Xanxus' line about giving her a stroke-- but it's an amused and intrigued laugh. Xanxus does know how to compliment her cunt, apparently, and she's enjoying the banter.

She does stop right outside the door as the tone of the conversation takes a very definite shift. Luci blinks, intrigued for a moment-- but of course Xanxus, of anybody, would want to know her safe words. Because he wasn't a fucking amateur. She smiles and runs her hands down Xanxus' chest in an appreciative, affectionate motion.

"I like the stoplight system. Red stop, yellow slow down, green go. How does that sound?"

Of course he's not an amateur. And while he can't say just how freaky they're going to get, he wants to err on the side of caution. Mostly because he knows once things get hot and heavy, he'll know when he needs to back off and give her space. Though with how she smiles and touched him, he doesn't want to back off any. He wants to press forward until he's inside her. But later. Her first, then him.

He smiles back and puts a hand over the one sliding down his chest. He leans in and murmurs deeply against her ear. "Green lights all the way, streghetta mia" It's the first time he's called her by an Italian term of endearment and he refuses to take it back now that he's used it. Instead, he just gives that ear a kiss and reaches behind him to open that door to the private room. "After you, Luci."

Luci doesn't know what Xanxus has in mind either-- if anything-- but she trusts him not to go so far that she has to stop him. For one thing, after a kiss like that and Italian in her ear, just about anything that gets her off is a good thing. But good to have a safety net, even better to not ruin future sexual exploits from bad communication on both their parts.

Xanxus' voice is deep and powerful in her ear, and Luci pushes him through the door far enough to get them clear of it and kick it shut. After her? Apparently after him, instead. Once the door is closed, she's all over him-- lips and tongue and fingers in his hair.

"You can keep talking to me like that," she says between kisses. Luci can't speak Italian, but it sounds real good coming out of him.

He rather likes her like this. All demanding and hot. It's that fire that draws him to her. She is sin and he adores her for it. They don't have to hide their darker desires from each other. He accepts Luci for who she is and she seems more than okay with him. Enough to shove her tongue down his throat.

"You want me to talk dirty to you, Luci." He teases, even as he reaches to try and get her dress undone. "I never thought you'd ask." He's more than happy to purr darkly suggestive things to her, the Italian dripping from his tongue like an aphrodisiac as he hands sneak down to grab and squeeze her ass. He considers lifting her right off her feet. He would never drop her, but he has to make certain she's okay with being so manhandled.

"Shut up, I can't be the one with the silver tongue all the time," she banters back, helping him with her jacket and slipping out of it. Of course, she's got no shirt on under it, just a trusty plunge bra.

Whatever Xanxus is saying, it's revving Luci's engine in a serious way. Italian is sexy, Xanxus is sexy, this entire night is the best thing that's happened to her in a while. The squeeze is received well, very well. Luci jumps up to wrap her legs around Xanxus' waist-- yes Xanxus, manhandle her. His linguistic prowess has turned up the heat for her, if it's even possible.

"You want me to shut up and you want me to talk to you. Which do you want." He is totally teasing now, easily taking her weight when she wraps legs around him leaving him to hold her up.

There's no strain. A part of him feels like he should be even stronger than this, but right now, he doesn't care. He's more than strong enough to keep Luci from falling. He's got her now and he's not going to let go. At least not until he can pin her against a wall.

He heads that way so he could free his hands to rid her of that bra of hers. As he does he slips back into his native tongue. He's happy to purr at her, in that deep rich voice, telling her about how much he looks forward to enjoying her. Letting her know just how good she looks and how this is already the best year he's ever had.

"Both, at the same time. Lucifer is nothing if not duplicitous," she grins as Xanxus carries her to a wall, groans as she feels her back touch it. He's lifting her like it's nothing, and Luci isn't exactly a slight little slip of a female. Her critics compare her shoulders to a linebacker's, and she can't exactly fault them for it, nor does she care to.

She still has no idea what Xanxus is saying, but it sounds amazing. His voice rolls over her body as he undresses her in intensely pleasing low tones. He could be swearing as much as he usually does right now, but that wouldn't matter. It sounds like sex is coming out of his mouth, and Luci wishes she could do that. Such jealousy she's feeling right now.

And heat. Luci presses her back against the wall and rolls her hips into Xanxus. There's no question that what he's saying and doing is driving her absolutely insane.

If Xanxus ever gets hold of those critics, they'll be singing a different songs. They'll praise those lovely strong shoulders. Shoulders that carry their band upon them as their front. He just hopes that by keeping that promise he made to her he's taken some of that burden off her.

Though right now, the only pressure he wants to put on her is the pressure of his hips against hers. His body tight to hers. It's too bad she wants to keep hearing those purred words in his native Italian. He'll start breaking those words with teasing kisses to whatever flesh he can reach. He told her he was good with his tongue. He wants to prove that.

Xanxus grinds against her a little more and starts to shift her up the wall. He won't mind if she ends up with legs around his shoulders.

There's no doubt after a few seconds that Xanxus is good with his mouth. Every spot his kisses is a good spot, and it leaves a bloom of heat right under his lips. She wouldn't mind if he spent hours just kissing and licking and biting every inch of her-- that seems like a beautiful thing that she'd never recover from.

Being pushed further up the wall is a surprise-- and it's hard to surprise Luci in sex. She realizes he can hold her up, even at the odd and acute angle she's ending up in. "Fuck, Xanxus, I don't know how but, fuck!"

Yes, keep her guessing, that's the way to get her eager and hot. Luci quickly unbuttons her pants and pulls the zipper down. Thank the music gods she went commando today. "You want to make me ruin these trousers, darling?"

Oh, he wouldn't mind that at all. He wouldn't mind littering her body with hickies in a loud statement that Xanxus Was Here. But right now, he's utterly focused on this. On keeping Luci on her toes. Keeping her guessing.

He watches her undo her pants and smiles at her. "Of course not. Those are nice pants. I like them. I like them even better around your ankles." Not that they'll get there. He can skim them down just enough not commenting on her being commando. It's not like he doesn't do that often too.

"You might want to hold onto something." He teases and then he's just going to get her to a point on the wall where he can just bury his face right there. No warning other than that before his mouth is on her. In best ways to ring in the New Year, his face in Luci's crotch is number one.

Under usual circumstances, it takes a while for Luci to reach a certain point of pleasure. A lot of foreplay, mainly, and connection with her partner. But in this case, Luci contends that she and Xanxus have been engaging in foreplay for about five months. The buildup has been fairly long and intense. Luci wails when she feels his tongue on her, one hand burying itself in his hair, the other grabbing a shelf.

"FUCK, nngh, God yes, wreck me, I know you can!!" she screams, using what little leverage she has to push back onto his mouth.

They have been dancing around this for a while. He's never denied that there was some strange attraction between them. They were more than just people in the same band. They were closer than that. He doesn't know what to call it and he refuses to label it anything at all. They are what they are and that's just the way he likes it.

Just like he likes the way her hand grabs at him and her voice bounces off the room they've taken over. He can't answer her with words, so he does so in action. His tongue teasing between hard and barely there touches. His teeth playing with her clit, letting her grind against his mouth as she wants.

Luci wants, she definitely wants. She works her hips desperately against Xanxus' mouth, screaming and growling whenever his teeth or tongue brush her in just the right way. She could do this all night, truth be told, but there wouldn't be much fun for Xanxus in that would there? Plus she doesn't want to suffocate him if she can help it.

"My turn?" she asks, rolling her hips into him again. "Or are you intent on being the first one to make me come against a wall?"

He pulls his mouth away just enough to speak. So that his lips brush her with every word. It's on purpose. He knows what he's doing to her and he isn't at all sorry for it. "Not yet. I like that idea. I will get mine soon enough but I want you to get yours first." That and he does enjoy the thought of giving Luci such a new experience.

"So you best get ready because I'm not going to let up on you until you've come at least two or three times."

Luci's eyes roll back in her head and she thumps her head back against the wall with a groan. "You're a god. You might actually wreck me, fuck."

She's looking forward to it. Intensely.

"No." He purrs darkly against her flesh. "I'm a Devil." Then he goes back to what he was doing. He is totally planning on wrecking her in every way he can. He doesn't even think it'll get weird or anything after. They'll just make their bond that much stronger.

With this kind of strength and tongue dexterity, she'd believe it. Luci's groans slide into panting and swearing in short order, the insistence with which she grinds herself against his tongue and mouth increasing the louder she gets. Eventually she's just burying a hand in his hair and riding him for all he's worth.

"I think I feel one of three coming on-- fuck, god, so fast."

He'll let her ride his face, holding her up against that wall. He doesn't stop. In fact, her sounds just push him harder. He wants to give more. Wants to give Luci as much as she wants or needs. He refuses to let her leave this room with any complaints at all. His ego won't allow for that.

He wants to tell her to let it go then. He can't talk. He's too busy trying to make her find her first of many. He's utterly eager for it. for the taste of her on his tongue. And once he's done, there's a couch that's calling their name for the second round.

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