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The buzz in his mind made it difficult for Dexter to think straight. He didn't know why he agreed to go to this strange bar in the first place, but the customer insisted once he returned the newly repaired watch.

"Since you don't want money, I'll buy you a drink." The jiggling chin of the obese stranger roared, as he gripped Dexter's skinny arm with meaty fingers.

The massive size of skin, muscle, and bones wouldn't take no for an answer and Dexter soon found himself sitting on a bar stool of some dimly lit, disco lighted bar with blaring music and half dressed girls. His fatty customer ordered some random drink after forcing Dexter onto his chair and the drink was shoved into his hands before an excuse why he had to leave could be thought up.

The drink was fruity, with the horrible burning aftertaste of rum and made Dexter's sweet-conditioned mouth gag. After the first couple of sips, and the slapping hand with exuberant laughter ringing his ears, Dexter felt no reason to complain.

"Aren't these young gals beautiful?" The beefy man called, spilling his drink all over Dexter's knitted sweater.

Dexter's drunken grin and giddy laughter at the mess was all the response he could supply. He was dizzy, hot, and completely drunk unable to clearly see the blurry dancers move across the floor. A shadow of a man moved into Dexter's eye sight and sat down over to his right.

Dexter wavered on his seat, turning to see this new stranger but ended up spilling his drink on him instead. Feeling his face heat up in an even deeper red blush, the original was from too many drinks of maybe about four or five fruity concoctions.

"Sorry!" Dexter slurred using his sweater, which he had removed after the third drink, to try and mop up the mess.

A honey-gold chuckle entered his ears as Dexter nearly toppled into the man in his drunken state.

"It's all right." The smooth, clipped accent of the man entered smoothly into Dexter's brain, numbing all the receptors and lighting his skin on fire.

Dexter turned hazy eyes up to meet mirthful brown eyes and a blinding white smile that flashed eerily with the lights of the room. Dexter blinked to try and steady the image of two mouths before his eyes and felt a meaty arm drip across his shoulder.

"Who're you?" His drinking companion demanded, his words slurring and drink dribbling from his fat lips. "What d'ya want with my buddy?"

A queasy sickness invaded Dexter stomach at the stench of alcohol in the warm breath so close to his face and the possessive tone. He tried to wriggle out of the clamping weight on his back, but his body barely moved an inch. The exotic creature sat indifferently, his lips pulled into a tight frown, as his multiple eyes stared down the fattened beast holding Dexter down.

The beefy stranger grunted and moved off of Dexter's back and shoved him forward into his savior. He waddled off leaving a dazed Dexter lying in the lap of another stranger.

"Let's get out of here." That voice sent jolts of electricity up Dexter's spine and he leaned heavily on the man, inhaling his scent, while his feet removed to function properly.

Dexter laughed jollily as the lights caused spots to dance around his vision and he tried reaching out to grab the glowing orbs, only to be pulled back into strong warm arms.

"Careful now," The voice admonished. "Don't want you getting hurt."

"Okay!" Dexter exclaimed in a sing song voice and he wrapped his arms eagerly around the golden neck almost tripping the other man with his weight.

"Whoa!" They stumbled a bit into the wall near the entrance; Dexter banged his head rather loudly on the wall.

He rubbed at the sore spot, giggling insanely and let himself be pulled through the door out into the cold nippy air.

"I think you've had too many to drink." The man stated, as he forced Dexter into an up-right position from almost falling over once more.

"No!" Dexter pouted, swaying on his feet and squinting carefully at the other man. "Gabriel never drinks."

"Gabriel? Is that your name?"

"Gabriel is a good boy. A little angel. Never drinks, never fights, always perfect." Dexter sang as he twirled around and fell down while giggling. "He fixes watches."

The stranger stared down at him where he sat on the ground and sighed while pulling out a cell phone.

"I'm going to be late getting home." He told the device and Dexter crawled forward, using the man's body to pull himself up to reach for the funny toy.

The man hung up and hid the phone somewhere within his coat. Dexter started pawing after it, but the man forced him away with his arms on Dexter's shoulders.

"Where do you live Gabriel?" He asked, fighting to keep Dexter's eager hands away.

"Here or there or everywhere!" Dexter replied and burst out laughing at his joke.

The man's face was not amused and he turned away rubbing his face irritated. Dexter cried out in alarm worried his new friend would leave him.

"Close! Gabriel lives that way!" He called, stumbling forward to grip the man's jacket.

Dexter hugged him tightly, feeling warm salty tears roll down his eyes even though he felt really happy, not sad at all.

"Close by?" The man asked hesitantly, his body stiffening from the awkwardness of getting hugged.

Dexter nodded at the back of his neck and started dragging the man backwards towards his apartment. "Home, home, home, home, Gabriel is going home!"

The man couldn't remove Dexter's grip from the back of his jacket, but he was able to twist around in it to see where they were going to prevent the few times Dexter walked into the night life traffic. Dexter spent the time singing songs about clocks ticking and ringing bells, not at all worried when loud horns blared at him or having to be pushed out of the way of a car.

The tinted man was gripping his arm tightly in an iron hold by the time Dexter made it to his apartment. Dexter dragged the man eagerly up to his room, fumbling for his key and having to have the stranger pick his key off the floor and open his door. Dexter wanted to show off his clocks so he dragged the man through the door while slamming the door behind him.

"Oh!" Dexter squealed, scrambling towards the first clock he saw and pulling it off the wall. "Gabriel fixed this one when he was twelve! Mommy said he couldn't but he did! Gabriel is a smart boy!"

Dexter shoved the clock into the strangers face, forcing him back into the front door to avoid having it crash into his face. Dexter removed the clock's cover and started pulling out gears naming each one he learned by heart, laughing when his mouth stumbled over a name.

"This is a…a…" Dexter giggled as the name evaded his mouth.

He held the object to the strangers meekly smiling face and froze. The stranger's brows twisted in puzzlement as Dexter leaned forward to examine his face.

"You're very pretty." Dexter stated, tilting his head sideways to view the face at a different angle and hopefully get it to stop moving.

The golden man sputtered for a response and his face brightened into a blush view barely by the orange glow of the apartment lights. Dexter moved his hand to stop the lips from moving, they made it difficult to see his face, but he ended smacking the man's cheek lightly instead.

"Oops!" Dexter exclaimed, giggling madly. "I didn't mean to do that."

Dexter rubbed the cheek gently and he could feel the stranger's erratic warm breath breeze onto his cheek. The man's hands were gripping his shoulders tightly, but he seemed rather unwilling to push Dexter away.

"Let me kiss it better." Dexter closed his eyes, leaning forward to close the short distance between them, and placed a loud, sloppy kiss on the man's cheek.

Dexter pulled back and giggled at the strange look that spread across the other man's face. Dexter's hand wandered from the golden cheek and traced over the lines of the strangers brow, down the length of the perfect nose, before settling on slightly parted lips. The stranger place his own hand over Dexter's and kissed his hand before pulling it away. The stranger leaned forward and devoured Dexter's lips, drinking in the taste of blueberry cocktail and sweat.

Dexter moaned at the sensation of another tongue invading his mouth, tracing over his teeth, and dancing against his own tongue. He felt warmer than he had in the bar and he started pulling at the stranger's shirt, wanting to be closer to the other man's body. The rest of the night was a haze of heat, tongue, teeth, and blinding lights. Dexter screamed his release to the husky encouragements of the exotic man above him. He curled happily against the warm body that collapsed against him and hummed in pleasure, feeling the man shiver next to him.

In the morning he awoke with his head feeling like it had been stampeded on and his bed a little warmer than it was usually. Dexter stumbled into his kitchen to reach for Tylenol out of the cupboard when he spotted a note that wasn't there before.

'Thanks for the clock lesson, Love Mason.' On the back of the note was a phone number that Dexter had never before seen in his life.

He tried to remember what had gone on the night before but the only images his mind would supply was gold skin, burning brown eyes, and a blinding white smile. For the rest of the day Dexter moved around feeling like a single noise would drive him into the grave but the pain couldn't destroy his foolishly large smile.

Dexter

    &

Gabriel.