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Mal knew better than to take advantage of his position as a bartender, but he wasn't the first one to try and score a date with a member of his clientele.

He was, however, experiencing something that he wasn't used to.

"You know Magic isn't the kind you can win over with the classics, right?" Joshiah asked, peering up through the bottom of a glass. He wiped it out, using it to keep his gaze away from Mal; he thought it might convince the naga not to pry any further. "He's not what I'd call a..._traditional_romantic."

The pair of bartenders were used to entertaining a host of different customers, and their working rapport ran comfortably deep, but Joshiah wasn't the type to offer romantic advice to his coworkers.

At the moment, however, Mal had nowhere else to turn.

"Considering what you do on the side, I have to wonder what you consider to be traditional romance."

"Literally everything that you've tried so far? All the things that haven't budged him any closer to going on a date with you?"

Flowers, candy and cards were all a step too short for Magic, the dragon that had captured Mal's fancy. He was hoping that he might glean a little advice from his hybrid coworker, but for some reason, Joshiah seemed to be avoiding the topic.

"You know, this is normally the part where you tell me how to get into bed with the person I'm actively trying to fuck," Mal reminded him. "You gonna get on with that part of the routine, or...?"

"No," he replied. "Sorry to disappoint, but I don't feel like closing tonight, so I'm not gonna help you get into bed with one of my friends this time."

Mal sighed. "You're looking away from me because you know I could hypnotize you into closing down the bar, aren't you?"

Joshiah snickered. "Bingo. This glass has been clean for about five minutes now."

"Come on, dude. If this one doesn't go well for me, I'll have wasted the entire romantic season going after a guy that isn't all that into me, just to end up spending Valentine's Day alone!"

"And I'm a married man with a wife that's expecting me to get home, fix her a cocktail and sear a couple of skirt steaks, so...unless going celibate for the night is going to literally kill you, I don't think you're gonna change my mind about this."

After a brief pause, Joshiah rolled his eyes. "Don't even try to lie to me about that."

"I will cover all of your shifts for the rest of the weekend," Mal immediately threw out a bold offer. "You can even have Monday off; no questions asked."

"Valentine's Day is today, Mal. The time to make that offer to me would have been...probably about two or three weeks ago."

Mal leaned against the counter and sighed. "You're not gonna cut me any breaks on this one, are you?"

"I can give you a suggestion...and one extra hour at the end of my shift so you can act on it."

The naga rolled his chin into his palm and looked over. "And that is?"

"Don't thank me for agreeing to stay late or anything," Joshiah groaned. "As for the suggestion...if you think it'd be that easy to hypnotize me when I know it's coming, why don't you just turn those powers on him? He won't see it coming, and...well, you have it on good authority from me that he might be into that kind of thing."

"You're sure that he wouldn't have a problem with that?"

"All you've gotta do is pull the trigger and he won't have a say in the matter either way, will he?" Joshiah pointed out. "But I want to make it very clear: I will literally walk away from the bar without anyone here to man the damn thing and get both of us fired if you're back here by the time that hour is up."

The restaurant in the hotel lobby was already open, and liquor service would be starting any moment; the poor bartenders were about to be overrun by a wave of orders to keep up with.

Joshiah could handle it on his own, but he was already at the end of a terribly long shift. His feet were tired, his back was starting to ache, and he wasn't going to let any of that screw up his own Valentine's Day dinner.

"...Shit. Fine," Mal sighed, knowing what a generous offer he was already being given. "But the hour doesn't start until I close the door to the private room."

"The hour starts the moment he sits down at this bar," Joshiah countered. "Speaking of which...Magic! How's it going, bud?"

The storm dragon had walked into the bar only a few seconds earlier, narrowly missing the entirety of the discussion about him.

"Another long shift that can only be forgotten by the contents of another tall drink," he answered, his voice every bit as dry as his tired expression. "Can I trouble you for the usual?"

"Still wiping down the rest of the glasses for the dinner shift...Mal, think you can do some real work for a change and actually make this guy a drink?"

It would be Mal's last chance to impress Magic; the storm dragon and the naga couldn't deny the mutual attraction between them on a physical level, but their chemistry just wasn't quite clicking along at the same pace.

Having taken notes on what Magic ordered every time he came in, Mal was already halfway through making the drink when it was ordered; busying himself with his hands kept him from making any oral mistakes.

"You're lucky that you're almost off the clock," Mal argued. "I'm doing you a pretty big favor, mixing this up for you when I just got in."

The previous friendship between Joshiah and Magic left the dragon to cock a brow at Mal. "Haven't you been here for at least a half an hour or so? And how did you make that so fast?"

"I'm just better with my hands than he is," Mal suggested, setting the finished drink in front of Magic with a confident smirk. "And trust me, I'm messing with him. I already owe him big time for a favor; he's a good friend like that."

Joshiah hid the roll of his eyes behind his eyelids. "Just try not to keep me waiting for the payment, okay? I'd hate for Rose to find out that it was your fault our dinner date was postponed..."

Mal had to work quickly: his plan started with keeping his digits upon the glass as he pushed it to Magic, initiating that first touch between them.

When Magic didn't immediately recoil his paw, Mal looked straight ahead and gazed into his eyes; Joshiah recognized the swirl of an enchanted aura and looked away, worried that the naga might try and extend that hypnosis to him.

"You sure you can't give me three hours?" Mal asked, looking back to his coworker for a moment.

"You get one ," Joshiah replied firmly. "And by my count, it's already started."

The hybrid was too busy taking orders from the dinner rush to keep arguing with Mal, but the naga was well aware that he didn't make empty threats.

"You simultaneously suck and rule at the same time!" Mal called out to him, as he put his other paw on Magic's limp knuckles. "And as for you...something tells me that you're looking for a little extra company this Valentine's Day. I don't suppose you'd like to spend the best part of the day with me?"

Mal didn't have the time to make their exchange romantic, much as it would have fit with the mood of the day. He had less than an hour to seal the deal: he had to cut right to the point, even if he risked shaking Magic out of the young trance.

"That is a rather tempting offer," Magic admitted, though his voice wasn't his own. Mal was speaking through the storm dragon, doing his best to speak with words that weren't too immediately forward; if he messed up and pushed too far too fast, the spell would detach. "Do you have somewhere that we can go?"

"As a matter of fact, I've got a private room here at the hotel for taking breaks in," Mal explained. "But if you really want to follow me there...you've gotta make your decision now."

Anyone looking on would have thought that the two were just sharing a moment of rapidly building passion, uncaring of who heard them or knew their intentions.

They had no idea that Mal was the one pulling all the strings, giving Magic little more than the illusion of a choice.

"I guess I need to do something to earn all of the empty calories I'm gonna have tonight," Magic finally answered. He already had a bit of a drunken tone to his voice as his mind struggled with the weight of the hypnosis...but now that it was past the initial grasp, those side effects were wearing off, giving him a more natural tone once again. "Not sure how many I can burn while being swept off my feet, though."

"You'd be amazed how many calories you can burn from your back," Mal said, putting a dagger of intent into their conversation.

**

Even the minutes spent walking down the hallway and away from the lobby were weighing heavily on Mal's thoughts, but he did his best to stay focused on the moment, knowing that a proper lapse of focus would leave Magic to wake up in the middle of their romp with no recollection of how he came to be there; it didn't always play out in the sensual way that people anticipated it would.

Mal considered himself something of a merciful hypnotist: usually, he took his time to learn the person he was with so that he could treat them to an experience that was mutually pleasurable.

This time, he had only enough time to sense that Magic was pent up when he arrived at the bar...and as the naga was in the same boat, he'd already made up his mind about how the night would go.

Romance was nice, but Mal knew it would be an evening of pure passion; the door scarcely had a chance to close behind Magic before the naga pinned him up against the inside of it and grabbed his wrists, pushing them up to the frame.

The graze of their lips against one another was a fleeting touch, like a preview of how Mal wanted the night to go...but he couldn't help taking a deeper, firmer taste of the dragon he lusted after; time wouldn't allow him that pleasure, and his body wouldn't allow him such patient gestures.

One time, I'll know your body without hypnosis, Mal thought. One night, you'll come into the bar, we'll talk about your day, end the evening in this room and truly get to know each other, down to the last fiber of who we are...tonight is just a breath of what could be, Magic. I want you to remember it.

Letting someone keep the memories of a hypnotic tryst was always a dangerous move: Mal lived on the razor's edge of such thrills more times than he cared to admit. He always worried that he was due for one of those encounters to come back around and bite him on the ass, but this time, he'd absolutely nailed the hypnotic spell.

He could see it in the depths of Magic's eyes: the normally vivid yellow of the dragon's orbs was dulled behind a glaze of mental control, and his expression settled in the realm of lust, with an effort no greater than repose.

Tugging at the strings that wrapped around Magic's mind, Mal gave a very real appearance to such ethereal facets: his claws stroked along the underside of the dragon's chin, before tracing down the length of his throat and bringing his touch to rest on the blue flesh of Magic's upper back.

Just the lightest hint of saliva was spilled between their lips as Mal became sloppy with his need: for the otherwise prim and proper naga, he was allowing his form to come undone...but in front of someone that remained under his spell, he only had to worry about what memories he allowed them to keep.

There was little use in Magic retaining the experience of the slow, stroking touch of Mal's digits as he eased the dragon out of his button-up shirt. Though it was more exciting, he didn't see any point in letting Magic remember the push of his slacks to the ground.

Even the very first touch against the underside of his tail would seem more like a fever dream than an actual memory, but the further Mal worked into the moment, the greater risks he took, until there was a dragon on the bed in the hotel break room, tail pointing at the sky and cheek pressed to the soft, fluffy comforter.

"If I let you remember even a breath of this experience...don't make me regret it, Magic..."

The dragon was still crawling away from the edge of the bed when he felt warm, soothing drops of lubricant spill against the pucker of his tailhole. His entire body shivered despite the pre-heated liquid, and for a moment, Magic looked at the wall with just enough knowledge to know he wasn't at the bar anymore.

For that brief moment of consciousness, his thoughts were utterly flooded with an unstoppable lust, such that he didn't question the weight of Mal's cock pressing in against a tight, scarcely prepared entrance.

"Little bits here and there," Mal whispered, "But that's all I'm going to let you keep, Magic...call it my version of a Valentine's gift."

Looking back over his shoulder with a gaze that told the story of his controlled mind, Magic nodded, but his stare made it clear that there would be little action on his own accord.

When his hips rolled back against the naga, it was Mal that was tugging the same old strings, forcing his body to relax. When the tip of his member eased inside and spread the dragon apart with a gentler touch than he'd normally offer, it was his own influence that allowed Magic to groan in delight at the depth of that first penetration.

No matter how he tried to pretend, he knew that he was the one making it all happen...but seeing the teasing smirk that Magic wore as he threw his rump back and engulfed the whole length of the naga's cock, Mal was able to pretend, even for the briefest moment, that this wasn't all part of a hypnotic ruse.

In his mind, for that glorious moment of connected bliss, he was the one under a spell of his own design, savoring the way that their eyes locked in the throes of passion. He kept that illusion alive with another series of slow, deep thrusts, and with each one, his arms slipped a little further up Magic's lower back, until he was mounted over the dragon, holding him close and sharing the kind of embrace that star-crossed lovers might in such a rare opportunity.

The illusion he cast on himself would fade long before Magic actually came around to what was happening, and the frustration of knowing it influenced Mal into a series of rapid, choppy thrusts.

"It's not fair that it has to be this way, but this , I want you to remember..."

His fangs came together in a ferocious grit as he kept his arms wrapped tight around Magic's hips, pretending he wasn't aware of just how fast their time together was fading. "I want you to remember how _wanted_you are, Magic...I want you to remember that someone desired you so much that they went to these lengths just to have you; not even for a night, but for one f-fucking hour!"

Claws raked down the front of Magic's bare torso before digits found proper purchase, and holding the dragon close, Mal drove his hips forth with the kind of effort that would push him to a quicker orgasm than he would have liked. The tight, forceful clench of Magic's tailhole was still present, and the quiet whimper of the hypnotized dragon moved him along, but Mal just wasn't ready for their fun to come to an end.

There was a hint of frustration in his climactic grunt as he slammed his length forth, burying the entirety of his rod within his helpless partner. Cum erupted across the inside of a well-fucked passage, but that _still_wasn't enough for Mal, who leaned back, letting the shaft of his length glide between Magic's cheeks. Seed cast up to the underside of a lifted tail and made a terrible mess of the dragon's lower back, but seeing those thin trails of white across a field of blue wouldn't be enough for Mal, who leaned back and panted in the face of what he'd done.

A mess was still gushing lazily down the underside of his shaft as he looked at the mess that he had to clean up; it was going to eat up the rest of his hour just to clear all of the cum from Magic's lower back, but he could risk letting the dragon hang onto a memory or two from their hypnotized romp.

He couldn't possibly leave behind that much physical evidence.

"You're lucky I like you so much," Mal groaned. He made his way to the bathroom and returned briefly with a pair of towels: one soaked for the process of wiping things down, and a scented, dry one to keep there from being any way to trace his actions. "I wouldn't bother going this far for a typical fling."

The air of romance that Mal was hoping to capture the entire evening was overflowing, even if it was only for a microcosm of the night itself. Mere seconds in length was the sponging of a towel through the mess that they made together, but in that time, Magic was leaned over the bed in a slumped, groaning state of relaxation: even without Mal's influence, he looked genuinely happy to have been a part of the act.

Foolishly enough, the naga briefly considered allowing him to hold onto every memory that they would have made together that night...but there was so much risk involved that he couldn't bring himself to ruin his chances at a future rendezvous.

He was playing the long game, even longer than he already had, and that meant having to settle for a kiss into the warm, golden fluff of the dragon's mane, rather than the confession he'd originally planned.

"You'll be fine when you wake up," Mal assured him, as he began washing up to return to the bar. "Just remember that you had a really, really wonderful Valentine's Day with someone who can't have you...yet."

For all of his gruff behavior to Joshiah before, the naga was truly grateful for the hour to be spent...but he knew he was in for a few teasing barbs when he returned to the bar exactly 15 seconds late.