Loud cheering came from down the hall, tearing Travis from his deep slumber. He blinked into the dark, and turned towards the door to see a fine line of light coming from between the door and the floor. The lights were flashing brilliant colors, six different colors going at a second’s pace. Travis groaned… Damn Robin and his parties! Travis sat up in the bed, sending the blankets sprawled on the floor. He reached for the light as he rubbed his eyes. He’d worked all night, a ten hour shift the night before, and was expected in around ten in the morning later… He couldn’t deal with this right now. With a sigh Travis stood, stumbling just a bit, but making it to the door. He opened the door just as the music started, blasting it open, the sound waves somehow being strong enough to propel the door at the wall. Travis was nearly thrown back, but kept his footing and headed down the hall, greeted by the sight of half naked bodies, and grinning faces all around.

A furious Techno beat pounded at his eardrums, shaking the walls and floors of the house. Bodies moved, looking robotic in the flashing of the lights, moving together in a distorted rhythm. Travis made it to what was once the living room, but now looked like a mass orgy. The bodies were tightly compacted together in the space, making it difficult for Travis to push his way through. Finally, a figure came into his view between a small space of the mass, and Travis saw the man dancing on a table. The man was half-dressed, his chest exposed in his open silk shirt, his pants tight on his long legs and lithe waist. Fire came from torches in his hands, and he moved in a blur, causing the fire to streak and make shape in the air. Travis watched, standing there, until the song ended. The man stopped dancing, and looked at the crowd before throwing his head back in a howl. Many others howled with him, and the man looked once more over the crowd, smiling widely.

“Yo! Yo! Let’s all have hot, dirty table sex!” He yelled, throwing his torches for others to catch, and causing many to cheer as the next song came on. The Bloodhound Gang - oh, what fun. Travis took this opportunity to catch Robin by the arm as he made his way into the kitchen. Robin grinned at him over his shoulder and pulled them both into the near empty kitchen, pouring drinks.

“So, what’s up?” Robin asked as he handed Travis a drink.

“What the Hell are you doing to my house?” Travis demanded after he’d tossed back his drink. Robin laughed.

“I’d hope you’d think this was fun. There’re many a chicks out there, just waiting for you to lay them in your bed and have your nasty way with their glorious bodies.” Travis flushed, but shook off the feeling.

“I don’t want many a chicks, I want quiet so I can sleep,” Travis informed him. “I worked overtime yesterday, and I’m expected back in little over… six hours!”

“Don’t worry,” Robin cooed, throwing an arm over his shoulder. “This is almost over. The people will soon either A, pass out from alcohol, or B, go home after they’d realized they have families. It’s just like running a casino…”

“Robin, there are people having sex in my hallway! I want them out, now!” Robin frowned at the demands, but sighed, finally giving in. He left with a short request of, “Gimme a minute,” before heading out. The music was rudely cut, and the people started groaning. Travis heard Robin talking to them, and they were soon leaving, much to his relief.

“Why couldn’t you have just joined in? It would’ve been fun…”

“I have to work in the morning, if you hadn’t caught that already.” Travis answered, watching the last couple head out the door, and slamming it behind them. “I have just about six hours to sleep, and I’m not wasting it to get drunk and get laid!”

Robin followed him into his bedroom, sitting quietly on his bed while Travis washed his face in the adjoined bathroom’s sink. “You know, you work far too hard.” The reply was quiet, and muffled, but it was easily distinguished as “Someone in this house has to work.” Travis shut off the bathroom light before returning to the bedroom, where he crawled into his spot and curled beneath the bedspread. Robin sighed and crawled up behind him, laying down and wrapping an arm around his waist. He heard Travis groan.

“Travvie-poo…” Robin whispered, in what he thought was his covered ear. Travis groaned again, and Robin smiled. “Travvie-poo, can I sleep with you… Pwease?” He heard another groan, but a strangled yes and his smile deepened. He snuggled closer to Travis, before sighing from the warmth. This was definitely his favorite part of living together.

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