I Won't Be Denied By You the Animal Inside (Lance)

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His head lolled over close to his clothes as he stayed there for a moment, limp like a ragdoll. Then, he rolled up slowly, supply, before grasping his calf with one hand and pulling his body into a "C" shape, stretching out his ribcage. Physically, he was warming his muscles up for dancing, but his mind was elsewhere, preoccupied with the confusion and a strange attraction he had to a man he thought he knew, a man he thought he had tormented to the extent of his abilities.

But he wasn't the same guy. Sure, Nancy Boy had seemed to have become a little immune to Kay's immaturity-raping abilities, but the Nancy Boy at the dance had been freakishly immune, accepting, tolerant, even...into him?

No, it simply wasn't possible. Nancy Boy was a clean-cut white man with sandy-hair and this man was distinctly darker-skinned, with long, shaggy brown hair that Kay had to admit was kinda cute. In fact, this new Lancelot intrigued him in a manner that he wasn't sure was healthful or not and that was saying something, as Kay usually did not look after his health much, be it mental, physical, or yeah...especially not his sexual health.

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Lance was just looking for somewhere quiet to practice with his sword, ok so there were plenty of places in this school designed for that sort of thing, but Lance didn't want to be watched - he was almost practicing for practice, as it were. He didn't want to run the risk of being rusty or not very good if he happened to be practicing in public and have Arthur walk past, so somewhere private was the key, and the ballroom seemed the perfect place - who would be in there at this time of day?

Of course, that logic wasn't exactly perfect, because when he walked in it seemed that, actually, there was someone there. He would have instantly turned around and walked out again, except that he was momentarily wondering if they were actually ok, until he realised they were just stretching - a second after realising that, he noticed just who it was.

Now he turned slowly, about to slip out quietly before the other boy noticed him, not sure if he'd still be angry at him for not being the other Lance, that or as strange as he had been at the dance, Lance got the feeling he'd only be able to take that in small doses.

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But Kay wasn’t about to let someone innocent and probably virginal slip through his fingers again. Kay was bored, a lot, due to his daily shots of whatever alcohol caught his fancy, ADHD and general specialness. Truly, he seemed to take to booze like a car took to gasoline—it gave him even more energy, if that was possible. He didn’t yet know who it was, but he wasn’t about to let them walk away mentally unscathed.

“Hey! You! Yeah, you! The sexy one!” Kay, called, straightened up to his somewhat intimidating height and starting towards the other person. “Wait up!” That proclamation alone would be enough to send them running and screaming in the other direction, but that would merely get them “warmed up for ‘Kay-ification”. He started toward his victim and it was only then that he recognized him. A rather stupid, but hungry smile crossed his face. It was Nancy Boy. And he was ever so pretty. Much prettier and, unfortunately, appeared un-homophobic compared to the last one, which took much of the entertainment value out of him, but he was rather cute and Kay wanted to see just how far he could push the envelope with him. He reached out and touched him on the arm. Gently.

“Lancelot.” He crooned, sweetly.

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He could pretend that he hadn't heard Kay calling after him, but he realised that would be uncivil, and while the boy confused and ever-so-slightly scared him, Lancelot didn't exactly dislike him, and he didn't want to hurt his feelings.

Beside, moments later Kay had recognised him, and Lance found his arm being... stroked.

"Hello, Kay." He responded as calmly as he could, turning to face the other boy and trying to make his smile as un-awkward as possible. "...how are you?" he asked, gently pulling his arm away.

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“Fantastic.” Kay murmured, pulling a face that he considered to be ingrained with heartache and emotion. “But it is you, and not I who matter in this, my love.”

Kay was a man who grew bored with pointless exposition. He cut straight the chase, figuring it was better that people could stand in the light and the truth of how he left for them, so he could keep them guessing. He was in, in essence, a Ludus Lover—the most unattainable was the most attractive to him. He lived for the thrill of the chase, the conquest and then heading after the next last person who would ever sleep with him. It was not in his nature or his know-how to “settle down”.

“Care to dance?” He purred.

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Lance wasn't actually sure at what point he had become a 'my love' to Kay, it wasn't like they'd even met all that often, but then Kay was a strange sort of person and it could be that he'd just transferred whatever, uh, 'feelings' he'd had for the other Lancelot onto him. Whatever those feelings were confused Lancelot just slightly, it wasn't that he was homophobic as such, he didn't care about Merlin's feelings for Arthur, or the idea of anyone loving someone of their own gender, but he got sort of uncomfortable at the unwanted attention.

If he'd been a more self-analysing sort of man, he would have realised that nobody liked unwanted attention, from any quarter, and that he should use his experience to better himself and avoid showering unwanted attention on females... not that he actually managed to do that since he was so terrible around girls, so it was probably ok in the long run.

"Dance?" He repeated, "I, uh, I can't dance..."

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Kay laughed as obnoxiously as possible and by now, Kay knew how to laugh obnoxiously. It was sort of a high chuckle that transformed into an overexerted shriek of glee and subsided long after it had outworn its welcome, just in case the listener hadn’t gotten the point yet.

“Oh course you can! Everyone can dance!” Kay insisted, and without invitation, he grabbed Lancelot’s hand and made to spin him around, then he helped himself to a twirl, spinning under Lance’s arm, bending his knees to squeeze under, for Kay was quite tall. Coming out of his ballet spin, he casually managed to drab Lancelot’s arm around his shoulder. From that point, he laid his head on the knight’s shoulder and gazed soulfully into his eyes, letting a sigh escape his lips.

“See? Not that hard.” He murmured with a smile, and as he looked into Lancelot’s face, he felt his heart flutter unexpectedly. He liked this Lancelot, even if he wasn’t a self-righteous, homophobic dick. He was cute and he seemed like the nicest guy on the planet, which, of course, made him more than Kay would ever deserve, but Kay felt himself oddly attracted to him, like he was attracted to no one else.

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Lance wasn't sure whether to be startled that he'd actually managed to successfully dance - however well controlled - or simply startled. He wasn't sure if it would be polite to disentangle himself, and a good knight was supposed to be polite, but then was it entirely noble or appropriate to be in such a position in the first place? Because of course that had to be taken into consideration as well - not that he was actually a knight yet, but it was only a matter of time in his opinion, and he ought to stay well practiced.

"Well, yes, I suppose that was not so difficult." Lance agreed, a little stiffly in his confusion "But then, normally, I would have to lead..." how did you decide who led if two men danced together? Would that even be allowed to happen? It would certainly confuse people in court, but he couldn't think of a reason why it wouldn't actually be allowed. Which just goes to show how dense Lance could be about people's attitudes to anything they deem unnatural.

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Kay flashed him another smile. It started out as the normal carefully-crafted and slightly manic Kay-smile, but then it petered out into something much more genuine and uncontrolled as the corners of his mouth fluttered and he blushed for the first time since he could remember. “Go ahead and lead, Pretty Man.” Kay crooned, and without further permission, he grasped one of Lancelot’s hands and put his hand on the knight’s shoulder.

He could barely believe his luck on getting this far. Usually, he delighted in how people—especially men, recoiled from in horror and disgust, but Lancelot didn’t seem to be phased. Maybe he liked guys…maybe he liked him. Kay couldn’t help but let another smile creep across his face as he took a step closer to the knight, so he could look at him in the face.

“You’re cute.” He mused.

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"But I can't, that's what I'm saying." Lance tried to explain patiently, using his words as an excuse to try and extricate himself gently - and ineffectively, as it turned out, because Kay just didn't want to seem to budge, and Lancelot didn't want to be too forceful.

"Cute?" he repeated, pausing in his efforts to stare at the boy "I don't think that's exactly the sort of word a knight ought to be described as..."
Brave, noble, handsome, charming, wonderful... they were all acceptable words, but cute was a word that Lancelot associated with fluffy animals or children or other small, unthreatening things, and he didn't want to be associated with them.