Darien leaned back in his chair and regarded the beautiful girl sitting across from him, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. This evening he was dressed in snug dark jeans with sneakers and a clining long sleeved shirt, all of which showed off his form. Who would have thought that he would have found someone who was fun to be with? Someone who could understand his nightmares and try to help him deal with them? "Well, you wanted to know what these places were like. What do you think?"

Kunzite leaned back against the bar, elbows resting on the glass surface and arms dangling off, his head throw back and eyes closed, his long hair, now a deep black save a few errant silver strands, pooling onto the surface, and flowing off the edge. Then with a soft sigh, he opened his eyes and held his cup hand to Zoisite, a large shinny black marble glittering in his palm. To an observant eye, the marble glowed with energy. "Try it. It's an easy source of energy, one that's not detected by those little pests. And a hell of a lot easier to gather."

Michiru smiled gently. "I didn't think you would get me though the doors." she said over the loud music. "Let alone be able to order me a Long Island Ice Tea. Its a nice club, alot better than the run down trashy place designed for the teenie boppers." she replied.

Zoisite's lips lowered to brush against Kunzite's palm as they closed about the mable. The warm breath exhaled from his nose and lips coiled against the other man's palm, as well as a brief touch of his kittenlike tongue across the salty flesh. Rising back up to perch on his stool, he dropped the marble into his hand, studying it curiously. After a few moments of observation, he began trying to figure it out and draw some of the mortals about's energy into it.
Studying the black hair gracing Kunzite this evening, he sighed softly. It looked so handsome on him. Never having been in a 'club' before, Zoisite was delighted at the sight and sounds, not knowing what to reply when the tender asked him for what he wanted.
Hearing a female's voice over the crowd, he considered and then piped up as well, "A Long Island Iced Tea?" It sounded like something interesting to him.

"You doubted me?" Darien said, spreading his arm out wide and assuming a hurt expression. "I told you that I knew the manager. This place is the best one of its kind around. The others have some nasty stuff going on, like drugs and underaged prositution, none of it clean. This place is clean, drug-free and they don't allow prositution, just clean good fun." Darien chuckled softly, fishing out an ice cube from his drink and lightly running it down her bare arm before popping it in his mouth and sucking on it. "And 'fore you start," he added with a wink. "I'm not a regular, I just did a six part story on these places. Got front page in sidnicate that time."

Kunzite tilted his head to one side, eyes hooded as he watched Zoisite's face light up with his emotions. There was something about the little saurka that brought to mind a hyper kitten, trying to see all and do all. Sitting forward, he nodded at the leather and stud covered tender for the usual, and snagged a lock of Zoiite's hair, twining it around his fingers, reveling in its silky touch. For this evening's activities, he had selected dockers pants, a wife beater and a loose short sleeve shirt, all of it a cold black color that went with the main decor of his 'club'. Black set the background for bright crome and flashing mirrors. Smoke clinged to the shadows and several small private booths, while dim, oft lights gave the feeling of intimisty save for the lights for the stage and dance area. Right now, a DJ played songs for the early evening crowd, who were more in the mood for romance than for play. But once it hit nine, the floor show started and the real fun began. Upstairs were several rooms for groups or couples who wanted more private surroundings, all of it as clean as possible. Kunzite did not like dirt or drugs anywhere near his person or his feeding ground. Seeing that the marble was working poorly, he covered Zoisite's hand and the marble with one of his own, keying it and pulling in the energy and sending it through both of them at the same time. The mortals around them, so involved with their own pleasure never noticed the drain.
"A little taste for now," he said, leaning over to whisper in Zoisite's ear. "The main course later on." A soft brush of his lips against Zoisite's ear and brief kiss on the neck, the smell of cherry blossoms causing him to shudder before pulling back and accepting the drink.

A soft shudder of delight traced itself down Zoisite spine as he leaned into the brief affections from Kunzite. Lifting his lips to place a soft nip against the other shoulder, the sakura's crystalline green gaze moved over the other patrons. One slender hand wound itself about the brown shaded drink that the bartender sat before him. Bringing it to his lips, his eyes stopped on another ebony haired male over in the cornre with some female. She seemed vaugely familiar... someone from school if he recalled correctly.
Her male companion interested Zoisite more, females never holding the same presence that a male did in his opinion. The same dark hair that Kunzite had chosen for this evening, but with electic blue eyes. *Not bad... not bad at all. Still can't compare with my Kunzite-sama, but he's close.*
Shifting about on his stool, a clicking of metal on metal accompanied his movements. Clad in a simple pair of black jeans, black knee high boots, and an open throated emerald silken shirt, his fingertips wound briefly about the thin chain that was passed through his belt loops. Keeping his voice low and pleasantly lightheaded from the combination of alcohol and the energy surge, he tugged on Kunzite's sleeve, "Who are they? The girl looks familiar, but I can't place the male."

Kunzite looked up from gazing at admiration at Zoisite's surreal features and followed the direction of his nod. Frowning a little, he searched his memory, the elbony hair and intense blue eyes striking a famillar cord in him. "I think that's that reporter Dare-something and he's sitting with Michiru from your class."

Michiru shivered when Darien's ice cube touched her skin. "Well, we might as well enjoy the night." she said. "Care to dance?" she asked as a slow song blared through the speakers.

"I still remember how jealous I used to get whenever she would sit there in class and stare longingly at you," Zoisite murmured as he leaned forward, brushing his lips across the line of Kunzite's neck. Running his nails down the other male's chest, a sardonic smile curved his rosen lips. "She used to look at you as if you were a piece of meat on the auction block. I have to wonder what they're doing here this evening. Perhaps we should ask them? I can't imagine that she's old enough to be in an establishment serving alcohol, even if he is."
Taking one last nip of Kunzite's tanned flesh between his small white teeth, eyes of emerald rose to meet the ice king's platinum ones. Sliding off of his stool to stand before Kunzite, another clicking of the delicate seeming silver chain encircling his waist accompanied the soft sway of his hips. "Or is the show beginning now?"

"As if you weren't doing the same?" Kunzite teased, snagging the chain around Zoisite's waist and pulling him close. "I thought you would have keeled over dead from heart attack that day I changed shirts in front of you, your face was so red." He puncuated his remarks with feather-light kisses across his face, delicate nips on the lips and earlobes, a brush of his tongue against the soft line of his throat, tracing the pulse of blood underneath his smooth skin.
Shuddering lightly, he pulled away and stood up, his eyes drifting from Zoisite's to the couple sitting to the side. "I suppose we should see, even if to keep up appearances as a concerned human businessman," Kunzite said with a wink. "I might get closed down by the law if I'm not careful."

"If that is what my lady wishes," Darien teased, giving Michiru a sweeping bow. "My goal is to please you tonight in any way, shape, or form that you command." He grinned, falling to one knee and taking her hand into his, laying it flat againt his chest above his heart.

Michiru giggled as she looked into his eyes. "I thought you did that every night, or have you been holding back on me?" she asked. "And just how am I suppose to repay this gratious offer from such a handsome lord?" she giggled.

Letting himself be reeled in like a fish as Kunzite tugged on the chain encircling his waist, Zoisite's slender arms rose to slid about the other man's shoulders. Tilting his head back to the press of the ice king's lips, soft shudders of pleasure slowed across his flesh. The skin warmed instantly at the gentle touch, jaden eyes glanced down upwards at Kunzite from a fringe of golden crimson lashes. "It would be interesting," he murmured softly, untones seeming to promise more than words could say. "Then we could go visit the upstairs that you were telling me about..."
Leaving his seduction gone unspoken, he tugged gently, letting Kunzite keep the end of his leash/belt chain. Moving towards Michiru and Dare, he went as far as he could with the end still in the ice king's hand. Turning back to Kunzite with a flicker of his kittenish tongue over lips curved into a smile to draw the other man out and to the two visitors.

Kunzite smiled slightly, his eyes gleaming with an unspokened fire hooded by silver-edged lids. Giving the chain a slight tug, he stood up and followed him, his voice a ssoft murmur that promised more sensations before the night was through. "The upstairs can wait for the proper moment. Only then will we use it as it has never been used before."

Darien shook his head and kissed her hand and the soft skin on her wrist. "I have done my best, my lady, but tonight I hope to go beyond what I've accomplished, to spoil you for any other one. And all I ask in return is that you grace me with your beauty as long as you can."

Purring in delight to Kunzite's words, Zoisite trailed along at his side. One arm slid about the other man's waist, needing that contact for some inner reason. The thought of getting to see the upstairs rooms that he'd heard so much about sent thrills of anticipation coursing down his spine.
As they neared Darien and Michiru, Zoisite's fingertips rose, the small sharp nails skating across the male's arm as a means of getting his attention. It really was a shame that he seemed attracted to females. Those electric blue eyes were enough to make someone weak kneed with desire.
Then again, they were nothing compared to Kunzite's platinum ones. "Excuse us?" Zoisite piped up in his windchime like voice, a pleasant smile gracing his rosebud lips.

Darien looked up, his eyebrow quirking up at the two men standing near him. Turning back to Michiru, he kissed her lightly in appology before standing. "Yes, what do you want?" he asked, a soft smile touching the corner of his mouth that seemed to say 'as if I didn't know'.

Kunzite brushed back some hair from his face and extended his hand. "I don't believe we've met face-to-face. I'm..."

"Shinsen Ran?" Darien said for him, accepting his handshake and motioning to the table. "No we haven't had the pleasure, though we did talk on the phone. I'm glad to finally meet you. Please have a seat." Leaning over to Michiru, he whispered in her ear, "Darling, this guy owns the club, okay?"

Zoisite waited until Kunzite had seated himself before attempting to squirm onto the ice king's lap. It was the most comfortable of perches, after all. Settling down with that same muted click of metal on metal, he crossed one slender leg over the other. One arm wound itself about Kunzite's shoulders, fingertips toying idly with a few locks of his lover's blackened hair. His emerald gaze moved over both Michiru and Darien from under their fringe of crimson gold lashes, that hint of a seductive smile shaping his lips. Staying silent for now, he amused himself by watching these two, curious to how they would react to the club's owner meeting them personally.

Michiru gave a kind smile. "Its a pleasure to meet you both. Darien has told me so much about you and your club. I'm just glad I was able to come out and see it tonight." she said.

Kunzite smiled and inclinded his head at her, saying, "I'm glad you like it. I try to make this place inviting to members of both sexes and not just attention craving men with no love lives except their hands." He gave Zoisite a squeeze, his hand idly toying with his flame colored locks while the other twisted the length of chain into knots. "I really don't want to pry but we have a slight policy about under-aged people in here..."

"She's not whoring," Darien cut him off, eyes narrowing slightly. "She's my guest, and I hope you're not about to yell craddle-robbing either."

Kunzite raised his hands in mute surrender. "I have to ask. Just last week a young person, I won't say who, was found selling in the Men's room. Any more incidents like that will take the fun out of the club. I don't care about the age difference, I actually don't find it too wrong as long as both people in the relationship are mature enough, though I would probably start yelling if your date was under 12."

Darien made a face. "That's disgusting."

Kunzite shrugged. "Some people are turned on by it, but I'm not one of them. I don't allow anything like that in here."

Zoisite giggled softly, not about to go into the age difference between him and Kunzite. Resting his head on his companion's shoulder, he continued in his study, finding their reactions to circumstances amusing more than anything. Brushing his lips lightly against Kunzite's throat, he murmured loud enough for Darien and Michiru to hear, "So what does bring you here? Neither of you seem the sort to frequent this sort of place... at least not from what I've seen of you."
A pointed glance was given to Michiru. It wasn't as if her reputation at school could have possibly gotten worse... well, unless she was found out to be Sandra in disguise... but Zoisite was more concerned for his own. Nephrite would probably keel over from a heartattack if it were splashed across the headlines, 'Brother of Sanjouin Masato Found in Lewd Nightclub With Two Men and Underage Girl'. Freeing up some of the knots from Kunzite's idle twisting of his chain, Zoisite grumbled out something dark, adjusting the silver line that run up his sleeves to join the one at his waist, linking to a delicate bracelet about each wrist. Lifting his gaze back to Michiru and Darien, a sugar sweet smile remained on his lips, "Not that we'd complain about two people as handsome as yourselves joining us."

Michiru remained silent for a few moments. Darien was getting uptight over something he wasn't telling her and she didn't like it. She smiled sweetly to Zoisite. "Curiousity brought us here." she said simply.

"Curiosity..." Zoisite murmured, his tongue rolling over the word as if it were a fine piece of chocolate. An impish grin overtook his too pretty features as he turned to Kunzite. A soft brush of his lips against the other man's gave off the clear impression that he was overly affectionate if anything. "Perhaps we could start the floor show early then? Or show them the upstairs?" Leave it to Zoisite to try to get a pair of novices in trouble... then again, even he didn't know what either of those exactly entailed.

Michiru looked up at Zoisite and cocked her head to the side. "Floor show?" she asked. "I thought this was a dance club?"

Zoisite bit his lower lip, a devious smile overtaking them. He resisted the urge to explain, prefering to let Kunzite tell the young couple. Amusement danced in the depths of his jaden eyes as he turned them back to Darien and Michiru. The male might not be in for a surprise, but it looked like the female surely was.

Kunzite chuckled and looked at Darien. "You didn't tell her what kind of club this REALLY is?"

Darien was brooding over what happened earlier that week when an ex found out about Michiru's real age and started blabbing it around his office, so he didn't hear what Kunzite was saying him at first. Shaking off the mood, he tired to force himself to relax. He shouldn't be too worried, the people in his office knew him and they knew his ex, but he couldn't help it. "Huh?" he said catching the end of Kunzite's words. "What did you say?"

Kunzite sighed and repeated himself, but as he talked to the human, he also spoke to Zoisite mind-to-mind. ~Do you want to bring these two up stairs? I suppose you'll want the male.. or would you like to try both? It can be interesting..~ The thoughts were overlayed with half-seen images, all of them erotic.

"Oh, "Darien shook his head, a faint flush on his features. "I told her it was an adult club but I don't think I went into too much details."

"Diverse Pleasures is an adult S & M club," Kunzite told Michiru, admiring the color staining the male's face. *Maybe both would be fun..* "We have a floor show every Monday, Wensday and Friday, which is basically a group bash with a storyline and audience partisipation."

Michiru looked at Darien with an evil eye. *I see what tonight was. It wasn't a way to get me to relax, it was a way to get me in bed! Gee, what he thought I wouldn't be willing if he didn't tell me the truth? Too late to go now, besides it could be fun...and these guys aren't half bad looking either.* she thought. "No, I wasn't told, but I think there was a good reason why I won't told...isn't there, Darien?" she asked.

At the flood of images whipping through his mind, Zoisite shuddered in delight, shifting in Kunzite's lap as a blush consumed his pale cheeks. The four of them together could be interesting to say the least, even if there was a female. Unlike Kunzite and Darien, he just couldn't appreciate anything that they would find beautiful about a woman. To him, he was the prettiest thing created... vain little thing that he was. Flicking the tip of his kittenish tongue across his lips, his jaden gaze swept over the two, already influenced by the elder king's thoughts, his own turned to the same heated views.
He supposed it was possible that it hadn't occured to Michiru why most were clad in leather, dark shades, or just wearing some sort of chains and restraints like he was. Finally getting the ones about his wrists untangled from Kunzite's twistings, he grinned secretively at the two. "Then again, if you don't wish to see the floor show, we could always show you the upstairs rooms now. You have about a minute or two until it begins. You might find a private atmosphere easier than the public forum."

Kunzite smiled slightly and pressed a fingertip against Zoisite's lips, whispering quietly, "Eager, are you not? Let them dicuss it first. We don't know yet if they want to have some fun or had just come to watch."

Darien turned to Michiru and said quietly, "I'm sorry, dearheart, but I wanted to take you somewhere different tonight and I knew that you needed to get your mind off stuff, so I chosed this place. I wasn't really thinking about getting laid, just thinking that we could, uh, get some pointers to try some other time. We don't have to go with these guys or join in the other games that go on here. I'd thought that the change of atmosphere would do you and me some good." He sighed and looked at the floor. "Sounds crazy, doesn't it? I just hope you're not mad with me about it."

"I'm so sure." she said dryly. "I'm really not one to jump on it with strangers, in bed or watching. And I'm not too hot about watching other people in the process either. Sex is a special thing between two people, and I believe thats the way it should stay." she said. She then leaned in closer. "Besides, I'm not too sure about these two, who knows that kind of diease they've gotten running a place like this, or who they've already slept with." she whispered.

"Yeah, I know, I'm sorry," Darien said, head sinking down some more. He leaned closer and whispered. "This places makes sure that everyone's up on their shots and everything.. why did you think they asked about our health at the front door? Anyways, I was just thinking on getting a couple drinks down here then renting the jacuzzi suite for some private time. We don't have to invite anyone to come with us. Besides, thi is the only place I could think of that that ex of mine won't find me. She showed up at work this morning."

Zoisite nodded with a faint smile. It wasn't like he was going to complain about keeping Kunzite to himself. Amusing himself by winding a braid through one of the other man's blackened locks of hair, his lips brushed against Kunzite's ear with a whisper. "Do remember that we have school tomorrow, my love. I would hate to see you acting like Nephrite, needing a bottle full of asprin to settle your hangover."
With another kiss to Kunzite's lips, Zoisite slid off of his lap.
"I'm getting a drink. Anyone else want one?"

Kunzite reluctantly let him slip from his grasp. "Just the usual," he replied, before turning to the others. "You don't have to join us if you don't want to. This place caters to all pleasures.. within limits."

Michiru nodded to Zoisite. "I had a Long Island Ice Tea." she muttered. She was still thinking about the situation. Her interests were more than perked, but she was a bit timid about doing it in front of others.
She had never thought about it before. She leaned into Darien. "What are your thoughts on all this?" she asked. She wanted his true personal opinion, not some garbage he dug up.

Zoisite nodded softly, running his fingers through the other's hair and nibbling softly on his ear before moving towards the bar. The chinking sound of his thin chain matched his steps, swaying softly against his body. Leaning against the bar, he purred his order to the tender. His gaze moved over the man briefly, perhaps enjoying the sight of leather clad flesh. Crossing one leg over the other, he ignored the drunk trying to hit on him, one hand smacking at the hand that was trying to settle on his waist. Sliding his money to the tender, he eyed the drinks, trying to decide which one he wanted.

Darien sighed and pulled her close. "I'm not sure," he said softly. "I have to admit that the idea is fasinating, but not in crowds of ten or twenty. I have always wondered what it would be like with another person, and I do like the occassional prono flick, but I'm rather uncomfortable with watching a live session like the ones they get down here."

Setting the tray of drinks back down on the table, Zoisite readily reclaimed his place on Kunzite's lap. Making himself comfortable with a few wriggles and squirmings, he lifted his glass to his lips, regarding Darien and Michiru briefly over the edge. Lifting his attention from them to Kunzite, his fingers once more found the lock of hair he'd been braiding. ~Perhaps we should leave them be, love? They seem entirely too timid for this sort of evening. Two children out searching for the wolf and surprised when it walked up and introduced itself?~

~True, true. But they may change their minds and seek us out later.~ Kunzite sighed and slowly got up, giving Zoisite time to get down before he fell off. "I'm sorry that we intruded on you. We'll leave you alone to talk things over. If you change your mind, we'll be upstairs." ~Let's grab some snacks from the kitchen and warm up the hot tub, love. Give them time to shed their sheep's clothing and find the wolf inside themselves.~

Darien reached over and brushed a lock of hair from Michiru's face. "Tell me, beautiful. Are you interested or do you want to go to another nightclub? I admit that this was a bad idea especially without warning you first."

~Mmmm...~ was Zoisite's reply as a delicate shiver of delight raced up his spine at the thought of the warmed waters and relaxing in them with Kunzite. Finishing off his drink as the pleasantlightheadedness took over, he began winding his way towards the kitchen, soft chimes of metal links accompanying his steps. Letting his companion take care of reserving the room, he began picking the different treats that he wanted. Strawberries sounded excellent, especially with the warmed chocolate sauce and champagne. ~Anything else you're in the mood for, love?~

Michiru bit her lip for a moment. "No..we can stay. Its just in the future, please tell me before you surprise me with something like this." she asked with a smile and kissed him playfully.

~Some little pepper cheese wedges and toasted crackers with the lemon-honey sauce, love~ Kunzite replied, finishing the transaction and coming over to stand by him. Fingers brushed the fire and sun locks falling free down his back to snag onto the chain decorating his waist. ~And some of those smoked ham strips. Here, I'll take the champange and glasses.~

Darien sighed and kissed her back, then pulled away. "Promise. Cross my heart. Those two guys said if we changed our mind, they'll be upstairs. I think they're going to get the jacuzzi suite."

Finishing with the order, Zoisite waited for the chef to finish loading it all onto the platter. Sliding the bottle of bubby to Kunzite, he took the brief opportunity to steal another kiss, his lips brushing against the other man's. Lifting the tray, he chuckled, trying to imagine the ice king's face if he simply dumped it all by accident. Chances were that he wouldn't finish the evening relaxing if he did... more like scrubbing the floor and Kunzite down. Winding his way through the patrons and towards the stairs, he let the ice king keep ahold of the end of his chain, his steps slow and short enough not to pull the other. It was mild and vanilla compared to the rest of what went on here, but Kunzite had yet to talk him into anything more, considering the links had been Zoisite's idea. Lost in his own thoughts, he nudged open the jacuzzi door for the other man, setting the platter beside the sunken tub.

Michiru's eyes lit up with the last statement. "Jacuzzi?" she asked mischeiviously. "But I didn't bring my bathing suiit." she pouted playfully.

"Neighter did I," Darien said with a grin. "But I don't think they allow clothing in it anyways."

Kunzite set the bubbly down next to the snack tray and let go of Zoisite's chain, giving him a little kiss on the nose and wandered over to one cabinate and opened it up. A state-of-the-art sound system sat inside and he turned it one to some a jazz station. Then he went behind the bar for some glasses. "Pity they don't keep this stocked as well," he said with a pout. "We could get Nephrite in, get him drunk and then have a little fun. The controls for the jacuzzi are next to the towels. You can turn it on, if you want. While it warms up, we can find something around here to amuse ourselves with." He came back out, set the glasses by the bubbly and went over to the huge bed, running a finger along the edge of the silk sheets. It was big enough for six people, not shaped a tacky heart-shape, but a normal four poster bed, except for the steel rails at the head and foot of the bed. Two large cabinates flanked it on either side. These he threw open with a wicked grin at Zoisite. The first held soft toys, most in sealed packages, never-worn outfits for both sexes in silks and cotton and various odds and ends for teasing. The other held leather whips and chains, padded and unpadded, bondage ropes and outfits, all of them very clean. "Now what should we try?" Kunzite mused, looking from one to the other.

On to Part II