Time To Dance (3/?)
Summary: No one knows your name. No one sees your face. You don't tell anyone about yourself. You relations in the House do not leave the House. Follow these rules and the magical, insane world of the House, is yours. Forever if you wish. But, there's a darker side of the House. A side where secrets, dreams, and memories fester, and grow. And then Ryan Ross comes along, and breaks all those rules.
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon with side pairings
Rating: R overall
"I was thinking we could stay together tonight," Spencer ventured, as they entered the house.
"I'd love that, Spence," said Ryan, smiling.
"Good." Spencer beamed, and took Ryan's hand, leading him for the staircase.
"I can't go up there."
Spencer turned to him, brow furrowing.
"What?"
"T told me I'm not allowed up there."
Spencer laughed. "You're allowed up there with me."
"Aren't you special," joked Ryan.
"But, you know it's only because Clover will be with us," Spencer admitted, looking a little nervous.
Ryan nodded slowly. Spencer gave him a small smile, and tugged him to the top floor. Clover was up there, and smiled charmingly at them, leading them to the end of the hall, where a large, oak door was. He opened it, and Ryan curiously peered around Spencer. They were a room, covered in red velvet. A curtain on one wall swung open, and Ryan got a quick glimpse of the ballroom, before it was shut, and T was standing there.
"Told you," she told Ryan softly.
Spencer raised his eyebrows at him, but smiled when Ryan shrugged a little.
"You can sit," Clover told Ryan, nodding at a plush couch.
Ryan gingerly sat down.
"We'll be right back."
Ryan ignored Spencer, knowing he was probably going off to fuck Jon. Spencer sighed, brushing his fingers over Ryan's cheek as he left. T sat down next to him, stroking his hair softly, and Ryan couldn't even find it weird.
"You're going to change us," she whispered.
Ryan glanced at her, confused, but she just smiled, and gracefully danced out onto the balcony. Ryan had a pretty good idea he wasn't supposed to follow. Ryan closed his eyes, leaning his head back. He dozed off eventually, but was awoken by whispering coming towards him. Hoping it was Clover, and Spencer, he straightened up. Two tall, skinny figures came into view. Ryan sighed. It was Bilvy, and Coy.
"Oh, hello," Bilvy said pleasantly, spotting Ryan. "You look lonely. Would you like to join--"
"Bilvy, hissed Coy, glaring at him.
Bilvy shrunk back, eyes filling. He sniffed, and Ryan was sure he had never seen something so heartbreaking.
"Don't be mean to my love."
Gabantai came strolling into the room, smoothly pulling Bilvy into a kiss. Bilvy smirked into the kiss, and Coy rolled his eyes.
"Princess," he muttered.
"You're just jealous," said Bilvy said smugly.
This time Gabantai rolled his eyes.
"I love both of you equally," he told them sternly, granting Coy a kiss as well.
Ryan could only stare, at how odd this all was. They were acting so normal, and yet Ryan knew this, and they, were not normal at all.
"And why don't you want to invite Dime, here?" questioned Gabe, grinning wolfishly at Ryan, who gulped. "Looks like he'd fit in with us."
"Because," Coy said patiently, "somebody already is after him."
"Who?" asked Ryan, before he could stop himself.
Coy just smirked. "That's for us to know, and you to find out."
And with that, he linked hands with Bilvy, and Gabantai, and they left. Once again, Ryan was alone. He let his eyes wander around, and they fell on a far table with five white lines on it. Ryan hesitantly stood up, and walked over. He glanced around, and was satisfied to see he was still alone. If Spencer was going to leave him, he was going to do his friends drugs. Ryan kneeled down, picking up the glass straw that was laying next to the cocaine. Or at least what he thought was cocaine. Here, he wasn't sure what anything was. He covered one nostril, and one line after another disappeared. When they table was devoid of any drugs, he stood up, wiping a hand across his nose. He felt so fucking amazing. He stumbled back downstairs, and once again threw himself into the party. A young man, possibly younger than himself, hooked a soft hand under his belt, and rubbed at his hipbones. Ryan mouthed at his neck, and the boy moaned lightly. They didn't even bother to get a room, as they moved together, kissing, and touching, all teeth, and sliding fingers. And the band played on; Coy, and Bilvy, and Jon having returned. They watched the crowd with something akin to jealousy reflected in their eyes. The only happy one, seemed to be Keys, as he watched the dancers with smiles, and winks. Ryan danced for hours, avoiding Spencer when he spotted him in the crowd; eyes wide, and panicked. It was only when he finally was on the verge of collapsing, Spencer caught up to him, and scooped him up, carrying him to the waiting carriage. Clover was with them, but he stopped at the threshold of the door.
"Goodbye, Spencer," he whispered, cupping his face, and Spencer leaned into the touch.
"He knows your name," Ryan said accusingly, when they were bumping down the path home.
"And I know his," mumbled Spencer, staring back at the figure in the doorway, and Ryan could have sworn he saw tear tracks glistening in the moonlight.
Pairing: Ryan/Brendon with side pairings
Rating: R overall
"I was thinking we could stay together tonight," Spencer ventured, as they entered the house.
"I'd love that, Spence," said Ryan, smiling.
"Good." Spencer beamed, and took Ryan's hand, leading him for the staircase.
"I can't go up there."
Spencer turned to him, brow furrowing.
"What?"
"T told me I'm not allowed up there."
Spencer laughed. "You're allowed up there with me."
"Aren't you special," joked Ryan.
"But, you know it's only because Clover will be with us," Spencer admitted, looking a little nervous.
Ryan nodded slowly. Spencer gave him a small smile, and tugged him to the top floor. Clover was up there, and smiled charmingly at them, leading them to the end of the hall, where a large, oak door was. He opened it, and Ryan curiously peered around Spencer. They were a room, covered in red velvet. A curtain on one wall swung open, and Ryan got a quick glimpse of the ballroom, before it was shut, and T was standing there.
"Told you," she told Ryan softly.
Spencer raised his eyebrows at him, but smiled when Ryan shrugged a little.
"You can sit," Clover told Ryan, nodding at a plush couch.
Ryan gingerly sat down.
"We'll be right back."
Ryan ignored Spencer, knowing he was probably going off to fuck Jon. Spencer sighed, brushing his fingers over Ryan's cheek as he left. T sat down next to him, stroking his hair softly, and Ryan couldn't even find it weird.
"You're going to change us," she whispered.
Ryan glanced at her, confused, but she just smiled, and gracefully danced out onto the balcony. Ryan had a pretty good idea he wasn't supposed to follow. Ryan closed his eyes, leaning his head back. He dozed off eventually, but was awoken by whispering coming towards him. Hoping it was Clover, and Spencer, he straightened up. Two tall, skinny figures came into view. Ryan sighed. It was Bilvy, and Coy.
"Oh, hello," Bilvy said pleasantly, spotting Ryan. "You look lonely. Would you like to join--"
"Bilvy, hissed Coy, glaring at him.
Bilvy shrunk back, eyes filling. He sniffed, and Ryan was sure he had never seen something so heartbreaking.
"Don't be mean to my love."
Gabantai came strolling into the room, smoothly pulling Bilvy into a kiss. Bilvy smirked into the kiss, and Coy rolled his eyes.
"Princess," he muttered.
"You're just jealous," said Bilvy said smugly.
This time Gabantai rolled his eyes.
"I love both of you equally," he told them sternly, granting Coy a kiss as well.
Ryan could only stare, at how odd this all was. They were acting so normal, and yet Ryan knew this, and they, were not normal at all.
"And why don't you want to invite Dime, here?" questioned Gabe, grinning wolfishly at Ryan, who gulped. "Looks like he'd fit in with us."
"Because," Coy said patiently, "somebody already is after him."
"Who?" asked Ryan, before he could stop himself.
Coy just smirked. "That's for us to know, and you to find out."
And with that, he linked hands with Bilvy, and Gabantai, and they left. Once again, Ryan was alone. He let his eyes wander around, and they fell on a far table with five white lines on it. Ryan hesitantly stood up, and walked over. He glanced around, and was satisfied to see he was still alone. If Spencer was going to leave him, he was going to do his friends drugs. Ryan kneeled down, picking up the glass straw that was laying next to the cocaine. Or at least what he thought was cocaine. Here, he wasn't sure what anything was. He covered one nostril, and one line after another disappeared. When they table was devoid of any drugs, he stood up, wiping a hand across his nose. He felt so fucking amazing. He stumbled back downstairs, and once again threw himself into the party. A young man, possibly younger than himself, hooked a soft hand under his belt, and rubbed at his hipbones. Ryan mouthed at his neck, and the boy moaned lightly. They didn't even bother to get a room, as they moved together, kissing, and touching, all teeth, and sliding fingers. And the band played on; Coy, and Bilvy, and Jon having returned. They watched the crowd with something akin to jealousy reflected in their eyes. The only happy one, seemed to be Keys, as he watched the dancers with smiles, and winks. Ryan danced for hours, avoiding Spencer when he spotted him in the crowd; eyes wide, and panicked. It was only when he finally was on the verge of collapsing, Spencer caught up to him, and scooped him up, carrying him to the waiting carriage. Clover was with them, but he stopped at the threshold of the door.
"Goodbye, Spencer," he whispered, cupping his face, and Spencer leaned into the touch.
"He knows your name," Ryan said accusingly, when they were bumping down the path home.
"And I know his," mumbled Spencer, staring back at the figure in the doorway, and Ryan could have sworn he saw tear tracks glistening in the moonlight.