Checking I.D. after I.D. was frustrating when all George could think about were David's stupid words back at the library earlier. Right after he'd managed to get himself under control he'd jumped up, the action forcing David to stumble out of his lap. He'd stomped out of the room with the other man on his heels, leaving their piles of books in the rooms even though he'd wanted to finish the one he'd been reading.

"Hey Georgi boy."

Dammit. Go away.

Glaring at the approaching man, George handed the I.D. he'd been checking back to the under-aged kid in front of him and told him to get lost. The guy opened his mouth to argue that he was likely the person in his fake I.D., but after George turned his glare on the guy, he bolted like a terrified alley cat. When the large man stopped in front of him George forced himself not to bare his teeth.

"Domino. To what do I owe the displeasure of this visit?"

"Just came to take my pet back, I figure he's had enough punishment by now."

The fuck?

George was so shocked by the man's words that he nearly let him slip through the doorway to the club. At the last second he reached forward, grabbing his arm as he yanked him back.

"I don't think so. He doesn't want to see you again, let alone be anything to you. Now I suggest that you leave before the cops are called."

The exasperated look on Domino's face made George give a cocky smirk.

"The hell are you talking about? That guy worships this!" Domino shouted, gesturing to his body like he was some type of god.

"Oh yeah? Well now he worships this." George said with his own cocky tone as he pointed to the side of his head.

"Your brain? The guy's an idiot! All he ever wants is sex and food, not brains!"

The punch just happened. George hadn't meant to do it, or at least he hadn't openly thought about it. The feeling of his fist connecting with the guy's face felt amazing though. That, he couldn't argue. Domino seemed to take it like everything else George had said so far. With a disbelieving, full-of-himself, attitude.

"The hell? You just punched me, you fucking monkey!"

Monkey?

"Come on, I'm bigger than you. I'm at least an ape. And, I haven't fucked him. So that just makes me a normal ape, too."

Domino's mouth opened to say something, but then shut before words were able to be formed.

"Right then, now that we understand what I am, this non-fucking ape is about to beat you senseless if you don't go find another territory to mark. Go on, git goin'." George said, shooing his hand at the man to try and urge him to leave. It had the opposite effect, but George was ready. He wasn't Xena's favorite bouncer for nothing. Domino landed one punch on George's left cheek, then on his second strike he was flipped a full one-hundred and eighty degrees before slamming down to the icy ground. Air rushed out of his lungs, leaving the man laying there, gasping up at George like a suffocating fish.

Since he didn't seem very mobile at that moment, George turned his attention back to checking I.D.s. He got through ten before he heard Domino groan and looked down, seeing the man begin to stagger back to his feet. Wisely, when he finally got up, he decided to turn and stumble away. George didn't take his eyes off of the man until he disappeared around a corner a block away. Once he was gone George returned his attention to his job, doing it exactly as he should until his replacement showed up. As soon as he was free to go he ducked inside the club, heading straight for the kitchen.

It was already pretty late, some time around two, so the kitchen had slowed down and switched to just doing bar food for the remainder of the night. After a quick look around he noticed that Xena and Zachary were the only ones working.

Then David's in our room.

Suddenly feeling awkwardly nervous, George took slow steps towards the room, counting each footfall until he reached for the handle. That's when he noticed that his palms were sweating. Damn it! I don't get nervous! This is ridiculous! He thought as he rubbed his hands on his pants, then grabbed the door handle and yanked it open. What he saw made his face immediately turn red for the second time that day.

David stood near his bed, one leg up, paused in mid-air as he held boxers in both hands, about to pull them up after he slid his second leg into its correct space. They stared at each other, their faces matching in color after only a few seconds. Then David lost his balance, stumbling his leg into the correct space as he pulled up his boxers, then fell down onto the unmade bed with a grunt. George watched, but he was suddenly much closer than he had been seconds earlier.

Standing by the bed, he watched as David pushed himself up into a sitting position, then looked up with a sheepish grin. "You caught me with my pants down."

George raised a brow, noting with a look towards David's bare legs, that he still had no pants on.

"Uh, touche." David mumbled as he slid from the bed and grabbed a pair of shorts that had been discarded on the floor earlier, not wanting the fabric of pants to bother his burns. After he pulled them on, he turned to George with a big grin and pointed to the nightstand where a big plate was sitting with a bowl on it. In the bowl was spaghetti and meatballs, and beside it on the plate was a piece of the mouse cake George had requested from their deal.

George went straight for the cake, of course, but David was there before he could take a bite, and instead, stole it. "Mm, that is good. You need to eat dinner first, though."

George glared as he sat down on the bed and put the fork David had just taken his first bite of cake from into his mouth.

"Oh now don't pout. It's just more important to eat the spaghetti first before the dessert. You haven't eaten anything since breakfast this morning, so no arguing."

He knew that, but his cake! He could just eat it first, then eat the pasta. It wouldn't change anything but the order they made it into his stomach. George could have easily argued that, but considering that David had taken the time to make him a cake and dinner, he decided to just accept that he had to eat dinner before his treat.

"Fine," he said, still grumpy as he dug his fork into the pasta and began eating hungrily.

David chuckled, but his laughter stopped abruptly when he leaned over and touched his fingers to the bruise forming on George's cheek, making him wince.

"Where did you get this from?"

George thought about his answer for a quick moment before shrugging, swallowing his mouthful of pasta, and speaking with a nonchalant tone. "Your ex thought he was going to take you back. I changed his mind."

David's jaw dropped, giving George a nice view of his white teeth and pink tongue.

He has cute teeth.

Narrowing his eyes, George mentally chastised himself for the stupid thought.

"You may want to shut your mouth, or I'll put something in it."

He'd meant it as a joke, but of course David took it completely seriously and opened his mouth wider. Rolling his eyes, George stabbed a meatball on his fork and shoved it into David's mouth, making the guy straighten and begin chewing, a frown on his face. While David was busy George dug into the pasta again, inhaling another couple of bites before David finished eating the meat ball.

"That wasn't the kind of meat ball I wanted in my mouth."

George sputtered, spitting pasta all over the plate and his cake as he choked on what had managed to slide partway down his throat. With David's hand helping thump on his back, George managed to cough up the remaining food, then swallow it before gasping in deep breaths of air.

"You okay?" David asked as he moved back around to George's front, looking down at him, worried. George shook his head, resting his forehead on an arm, elbow resting on his knee.

"You are the most perverted person I've ever known." He finally said, glancing up. He expected David to brush off his comment with a joke, or another perverted one of his own, but when the guy reached up with his right hand and awkwardly dug his fingers into his hair, George knew that he wasn't going to just play off what he'd said to him.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to sound like a pervert... I guess I just have a habit of telling the truth a bit too strongly."

George wanted to nod and brush his words aside to finish eating, but the upset look in David's eyes made him set his plate of food aside and pat his knee. Just like a small child, David jumped at the opportunity and sat down. He looked up at George for only a moment before leaning against his chest and looking down.

"David?"

David looked back up, worrying his lower lip with his teeth.

"What would you do right now if you could do anything you wanted?"

Brows raised, David pursed his lips, then licked them as his eyes lowered from George's eyes to his lips. He began moving his lips, obviously trying to say something, but when he realized that no words were coming out he gave a frustrated growl and reached up, pressing his hand against George's uninjured cheek and leaned up. When their lips met George's pulse skyrocketed. He'd kissed a few people in his life, most of them relatives at family functions his mother forced him to go to, but even with random people he'd tried to start a relationship with, he'd felt nothing. With David, however, his body was immediately hard, and not just his six pack, biceps, or calf muscles. David tasted sweeter than any cake George had ever savored.

The thoughts suddenly running through his head made George feel like he was going to be starring in a porno any second. "Bathroom!" He shouted, getting up and running without a second thought. When he got inside the room he leaned over the sink, panting as he felt fingers nimbly undoing the button to his jeans and working them down.

Wait a second.

Just as he looked down David reached between his legs and pulled out his length from his boxers, then promptly took it into his mouth like a lollipop. It felt like fireworks were suddenly exploding in George's head, which fell back as he moaned loudly. The whole situation lasted less than five minutes, his control lost when he shot into David's mouth. He couldn't even remember most of it as he sank down to the floor in front of David, trying to clear his swimming vision to see the man before him. When he was finally able to focus he noticed that David was rubbing the back of his head vigorously.

"Oh shit, are you okay?" George asked, reaching forward to press his hand against the back of David's head, worried he might be bleeding since he noticed a bit of the paint chipped right behind it.

I didn't even realize that I was thrusting!

Instead of answering with words, David chuckled quietly and leaned forward, stealing George's lips with his own smiling ones.