[Michael]

Smug bastard! Michael's entire world wound down to the two of them, the entire room spinning around them as they stepped and whirled, weaving in and out between the other people as they danced to the tempo of the song, the asian's mind reeling at the sudden faster paced shit. He had been cool following him around with the low beat, even that dress. But now he could hardly take his next step befor Eric was makig it for him.

Being suddenly pulled in against the vampire male made him squeak and gasp in womanly fashion, forearms up and between them as his heart suddenly raced; a wave of intense belonging surging up from his center. Just the magic...just the magic...he was fine. This was normal shit for him.

""Y-you-you ba-bastard...!" the smaller male rasped, whispering as he dove to drop his head to the red head's collar bone, shuddering as he hid his bright blushing face against the asshole's clothing. "I hate'chu...so fuckin' much.." He was...going to rip out his heart..make a souffle...and accidentally DROP that shit in the garbage disposal. And puree it.

He gulped, staring at the cloth so close to his face, relearning how to breathe past the sudden beating of his heart in his chest. Dude...if he looked half as fucking naive and girlish as he felt, he would have no problem pretending his womanly way through this night.


Fuck.

Him.


SO
FUCKING
HARD!



...goddammit he was screwed all to hell.