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“Hey you!”
Nathan heard a voice calling across the noisy bar. He took no heed of it - he was with the two people he loved more than anything in the world, so how could he possibly focus on anything else? Holding Gabriel’s hand, he felt the warmth of his affection, providing him with strength and assurance that everything was going to be okay. He looked into Annalise’s eyes and saw peace in them. Everything was perfect.
“You! I’m talking to you!”
The voice was getting closer. The heartbeat was becoming deafening in Nathan’s ears until he could no longer ignore it.
The owner of the voice drunkenly staggered towards the booth the throuple were sitting in. They curiously looked up to see a sweaty, purple faced, middle aged character holding a half empty beer bottle.
“Can we help you?” Annalise said with a balanced tone.
“Indeed you can. You and your queers can get the fuck out of here. We don’t like your kind round here!” He slurred, then proceeded to spit on the floor in front of the table.
Without a second thought, Nathan’s fury got the best of him and he jumped up to intimidate this excuse for a man, basically standing on top of him.
“We’re not doing anything. We don’t want any trouble,” Gabriel stated, trying to defuse the situation. He grabbed Nathan’s hand and shook his head to say “he’s not worth it”, and it seemed to be working for a second as Nathan turned from the man to look at his partner, but the man still didn’t back down.
“Looks like your fuck buddy here is looking for trouble. I better put him in his place, maybe beat the homo out of him,” the drunk homophobe said as he raised his fist to take a swing at Nathan.
He was too slow though and Nathan’s reflexes kicked in as he swiftly grabbed the man sweaty hand, holding it in a vice like grip as he twisted and twisted it until the bones in the man’s arm cracked.
Gabriel and Annalise shouted for Nathan to stop but he couldn’t hear them - all he heard was the accelerated heartbeat of his prey that panicked as he realised he had made a horrible mistake thinking he could hurt Nathan.
The limp-armed man shuffled backwards as he tried to get away for fear of his life, but it was futile as Nathan still had a hold on him. He grabbed the shoulders of the idiot and dragged him over to shove him against the nearest wall. Nathan released his grip and let the man slump onto the floor, as he made a fist and brought it up to the man’s skull. His hand smashed into the man’s nose again and again before Nathan felt a resistance pulling his arm back. He tried to push through it and his fist just brushed the man’s face. Something was pulling him backwards away from his victim. A strong arm snaked around his waist was dragging him away. Still eager to serve justice to this scum of the earth, he kicked and punched the air and tried to get back to the man but it was no use.
Before he knew it, the cold night’s breeze hitting his face brought him back to reality. A soft, female voice was in his ear telling him to calm down and stop trying to fight. The arm was still securely wrapped around him and there was a soothing hand running up and down his arm. His erratic breathing slowed to a calmer pace as he looked up to see the worried faces on his lovers.
“Nathan, are you okay? You nearly killed that guy!” Annalise raised her voice slightly to chastise him for his violence.
Through deep breaths, he said, “That guy deserved it.”
“He’s just another homophobic dickhead. He’s not worth your time,” Gabriel said, releasing his hold on Nathan a little.
“He deserves to be taught a lesson,” Nathan responded, feeling his anger rising again, “I need to go back and make sure he knows he can’t treat people that way.” Agitated, he tried to march towards the bar door but again he felt the resistance holding him back as Gabriel tightened his arm around his partner again.
“Hey hey! You’re not going back there. You’ve definitely taught him a lesson. He’s not going to be picking fights when anyone else for a long time - that’s for sure!” Annalise said, standing in front of him and placing her hands on his shoulders to soothe him.
“And what do you expect us to do when you go to jail for murder? Hmm, Nathan Byrne?? We need to keep living our lives and loving each other…and having lots of sex…to prove to that son of a bitch that we deserve a place in this world and our love isn’t wrong. Alright? So no more beating people half to death,” Gabriel told him with tears of concern and love for him in his eyes.
Annalise nodded in agreement, taking Nathan’s damaged hands as Gabriel let him go. She looked up into his eyes and then to his lips as she planted a tender kiss filled with affection on them.
She pulled away, smiled and said, “Let’s go home before that knobhead calls the police.” Gabriel took his left hand and Annalise took his right as they ran with the moon and the flame of their love lighting their way.