"Well hello lovely."

Ghent smiled slowly and reached up to gently touch the arms that wrapped around his chest. "Hello, John." He replied, with his own little smirk.

The man behind him made a noise deep in his throat as he let go of Ghent. "I really wish you'd stop calling me that." John came around the side of the couch and plopped down beside him. He was as tall as Ghent was, which was no small feat. John was still larger, however. While Ghent was lanky, John had always given off the impression of power and muscle that seemed to be such a large part of him. Ghent had never let it intimidate him despite that.

"I call you that because it's your name, and because I can." Ghent replied flippantly as he leaned forward to grab his beer off of the table. The club had an unusually thin crowd for a Friday night, but the music still vibrated off the walls and the lights still flashed and danced through the smoke. Ghent could feel John's brown eyes following him carefully, but Ghent ignored it and leaned back before he glanced over at him.

"You of all people should know why I don't like that name." John's voice was low as he reached out and brushed some of Ghent's black dyed bangs back.

Ghent continued to ignore him, and swallowed another mouthful. He was used to John's pawing. It was not that bad, John never tried to force him in to anything and he always bought Ghent his drugs and drinks. John leaned forward and started to kiss him. Ghent sighed and opened his mouth to let him.

The other man leaned slightly back eventually, so that he could look at Ghent. "Where were you last night?" He asked quietly, just loud enough to be heard over the music.

Ghent frowned up at him unhappily. "Somewhere. So what?" He answered testily, pushing back on John and taking another drink out of his bottle.

"Damn it." John hissed as he leaned back all of the way. "You just don't fucking get it do you?"

Ghent growled then emptied his bottle. "You're the one who doesn't fucking get it." He spat, tossing his bottle down on the table and standing up.

John grabbed on to his wrist and pulled him back down halfway. Ghent growled at him and tried to yank away, but John did not let go.

"You god damn son of a bitch." Ghent hissed vehemently. "You ain't got shit right to tell me where to go, and what to do, and who to fuck. Just because we mess around every now and then doesn't make me your property. I don't care who the hell you think you are. So you best damn well let go of me or I swear to fucking god I'll make you sorry."

John glared up at him for all he was worth until Ghent was done with his little tirade. Then, suddenly, his whole expression softened and his grip loosened just enough so that he was not hurting Ghent. But he did not let go. "Please, listen to me." John tried to reach out to hold Ghent's other hand, but he pulled it away, and John did not pursue it. Ghent did not struggle any more, but he still glared at the bigger man. "Listen to me." John repeated. "I - I don't get why we always have to fight like this. I buy you every and any thing you want, and all I ask of you is a little discretion."

Ghent yanked his hand back slightly and glared at him. "You want fucking monogamy!"

John rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Heaven fucking forbid."

Ghent glared at him menacingly. "Let go of me, or I swear to god I'll knock your teeth out and you damn well know I can."

John released him with a little shove then leaned back till he was slouched down, lounging. Ghent glared at him for a moment more before turning away. He had barely turned, however, before John spoke again in a low warning voice. "With out me, you'll never get another fix. Even the best fuck won't but you your drugs and one day some bastard's going to wise up to you and beat the living shit out of you."

Ghent spun around. "And you're any fucking better, you little prick!" He shouted, clenching his fists at his sides.

"I've never hit you."

"No," Ghent agreed sarcastically. "You just want to god damn control every thing I do!"

John ignored Ghent's rising anger, and waited till he was done shouting before he smiled softly, his whole face transforming once more to something soft and understanding. "I hardly think asking for a little faithfulness is controlling everything you do."

Ghent gritted his teeth. "I live my life, my way." He grounded out. "And nobody! Nobody controls me! Nobody, you understand?"

"Perfectly." John complied, his smile growing. "Now, come on, all this fighting is wasting the night."

Ghent did not believe he understood, but it was going to be hard to carry an argument one-sided. He stood with his arms crossed over his chest a moment longer, before he finally relented and walked forward until he was standing right in front of John. Ghent leaned forward and kissed him, his hand slipping inside John's shirt pocket. He pulled away before the kiss properly deepened, and placed a cigarette between his lips. "I need a smoke." He declared in a completely neutral voice as he stole John's lighter as well.

John laughed and pulled Ghent down into his lap. "You're impossible."