A Pecualiar Sort of Love

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It’s late in the night, when Allelujah staggers out of a smoke filled club, silently cursing
Hallelujah for dragging him in there. He’s drunk, and more than a little embarrassed by the
near constant groping that followed his jaunt on the dance floor. Hallelujah is smug in his
head (as always) discussing with him the finer points of how sexy they are.

He is so preoccupied with the persistent voice in his head, that he runs into someone. He teeters
precariously, his equilibrium shot by the amount of alcohol Hallelujah goaded him into consuming.
Before he can make fast friends with the floor, he feels a pair of strong hands pull him up straight.

“Hey, you alright?” Queries a voice that makes Hallelujah groan in the back of his mind. The floor
is spinning, squares of sidewalk cement liquid and fuzzy in his inebriated state. That voice though,
Allelujah wants to see who it belongs to, if the man’s face is anywhere near as nice as his voice,
he would be quite a stunner.

So he looks up, expression foggy, and is met with one of the most gorgeous faces he has ever seen.

“Uhhhh….” He groans, and promptly loses his dinner on the good Samaritans shoes.

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The rest of the night is a bit of a blur, Allelujah remembers a lot of strange toilets, and hands holding
his hair back from his face. Vaguely he recalls giving directions to his apartment. Those same hands reach
into his pocket, drawing his keys out, and fumbling for the lock on his door. He’s pulled inside, and
Allelujah manages to raise his head to chance another glance at his crutch. There are those teal eyes again,
twinkling at him with a bit of wry amusement.

“You’re not going to throw up on me again are you?” He asks, indicating his now bare feet with a wave of his hand.

Allelujah squints, and Hallelujah gets a hold of his mouth for a moment. “You sound like a fucking sexy leprechaun…”
He slurs, and immediately blushes, clapping a hand over his own mouth, swaying dangerously to one side.

There is a guffaw of laughter, and that sturdy arm winds its way back around Allelujah’s waist. “Why thank
you. You sound like a drunken fool.” He sounds amused, for which Allelujah is grateful. He was half expecting
to be abandoned on the floor for that little observation.

Eventually he is led to his bed, where he gratefully sinks under the covers. The teal eyed man sits down on the
edge of the mattress, giving him a quizzical look. “You still haven’t asked me my name.” He observes, tucking
the sheets around Allelujah.

“Oh…w….what is your name?” Allelujah stutters, trying to suppress the blush of embarrassment that is currently
spreading across his cheeks.

“Neil….Neil Dylandy. What’s yours?” He murmurs, absently running a hand through his hair. Allelujah tells him,
and is met with another heart stopping smile.

“Allelujah huh? Nice name, but you’ve got some bad habits.” Neil stands, walking off, only to return with a
large glass of water, and some Aspirin.

“I’ll just leave these here, you’ll need them in the morning.” He places the items on the table, turning towards
the door, and Allelujah has to stop himself from asking Neil to stay.

“It’s nearly five in the morning, the worst should be over. You should rest, and I sincerely hope you don’t
have any plans tomorrow.” Allelujah sighs at the slight admonishment in the man’s words, shutting his eyes wearily.

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on getting out of bed at all…” He cracks an eye open to watch Neil leave, sighing again
when he hears the door click shut.

‘Way to leave a good first impression, Hallelujah’ He mutters, and Hallelujah just laughs.

Asshole.