[Michael]

Michael had been in a lot of tight places before. Hell, he'd been in a few scrapes he actually would have classified as 'unwanted.' But this..this was something else entirely. His heart raced, he couldn't get a breath, his face was red with strain as he looked around- so many dangers everywhere. And he had to make certain he didn't give himself away. One wrong step..one loud sound..even the wrong sort of movement and he was toast. He gulped silently, grasping the hand in his own, following the red head he was practically glued to, eyes wandering around to keep the entire room in sight- not wanting anything to surprise him, not wanting anything to go wrong. He turned slowly, head spinning as sudden dizziness caught him. Couldn't breathe...couldn't breathe...

He wobbled and strong arms caught him, leaving him leaning helplessly against a chest broad and solid- before looking up with an expression of utter shock and fright on his face.

"Y'better get what'cha need quick, 'cause this corset is killin' me, an if I don' die soon from breakin' my neck in these heels, I'm gonna fuckin' kill ya." He hissed under his breath, smiling a smile of timid embarrassment, face red as shit as he shifted, the vampire smirking at him as he moved to set him back on his feet, kiss him on his forehead before pulling him into the dance again, feet moving to guide the shapeshifter along in the flowing navy blue ballgown he wore; hair done up into impossible knotts he couldn't even figure out. "I still don' see why Y'had me come. Y'don' even need me. Anybody could'a played fuckin' stupid ass bitch t'yer stupid ass high 'n mighty jackass any day." He tried taking a breath, the confining garment making him gasp, face going slack as he seemed to suffer dizziness momentarily. Shit..GOD he hated Eric. So fucking much.

[Rem]

"But nobody else would have been the absolute *vision* you are," Eric replied with a wide grin, then snorted and pulled Michael in a little flourishing twirl to face him, placing a hand on his waist, taking the boy's other hand and placing it on his shoulder. "Nor would have given me such joy being by my side." He snickered and leaned in to kiss those angry lips, teasing with a little nip on the lower one. "Aw, don't look at me like that, beautiful," he chuckled, that maddening grin even wider. "You're supposed to look like you've got hearts in your eyes when you look at me, not daggers."

His fingers trailed down the corset, fingering the silken material and his smile softened a little. "You do look quite beautiful darling. Like a princess."

Shit eating griiin.

[Michael]

He was going to strangle him. He was going to throttle him, realize he couldn't kill him that way, then he was going to rip out his throat- spine following. Michael followed the motions, finally giving his hips a little of that sway Eric had told him to toss in there earlier, face immediately changing gears like a light switch; angry to blissful and total adoration, looking like he was utterly gone on him. He wrapped his arms around Eric's shoulders, hands trailing off into open air behind the vampire's head. It was hard enough to not actually feel it with him so damn close; but he was sure as hell not letting it go to his head.

"When we get out 'a here...I'm killin' ya...once fer e'ery time y'make me the damsel t'night." He smiled, leaning up to brush lips against those so tempting above him- dipping a hand into that head of red hair before clawing at his scalp- the motion hidden by a gush of flaming hair. "What..is so important that'cha gotta make me prance about in petticoats...Eric..?" He asked slowly and softly, gazing up at him with eyes so full of empty abandon that it was ridiculous.

[Rem]

It took everything he had not to laugh out loud at the look of just glassy eyed bliss and adoration that settled on Michael's face -- he could star as the vapid lead in some romantic period piece remake. He tried to straighten his face in kind, play the part of adoring lover, but the laughter still danced in his eyes and that was probably the cause of the extra caress -- well, scratch, scrape, fuck his nails were sharp! -- along the back of his head.

His eye twitched, smile turning to more of a pained grimace -- his eyes nearly watered in fact. He hid it by coughing, standing upright and looked across the room.

"I'm here to meet with someone, more you don't gotta know, squirt," he muttered low so only Michael could hear, the more refined speech slipping for his usual manner. "Fancy dress ball and I didn't have a date. What's it matter, though, c'mon..." he tilted his head to the whirling partygoers, each almost fancier than the last, and the buffet table heaped with expensive delicacies and wines that probably cost more than the entirety of Michael's waredrobe.

"When've you ever been out to someplace like this? And you say I don't take you anywhere fancy," he snorted, drawing Michael closer to avoid some swirling dancers. "Ain't like playin' this part is too terribly much of a stretch, eh?"

[Michael]

Michael's lips twitched, the barest of a smile mixed with a grimace before he retracted those claws, resisting the urge to frown outright. He wasn't a kid, and 'squirt' was hardly appreciated. Though he was pretty sure Eric knew that- probably why the dick said it. Smug asshole...He blinked though, looking every bit the empty headed heiress he was dressed up to look like. "Meet...?" He asked quietly, more to himself than anything else. He wasn't instantly jealous, he just tripped and stamped a heel into the secretive ass' toes. Alright, so very unladylike.

Good thing he wasn't a real lady.

He did have to smile a bit though, just a bit. "Never been t' a place like this. Couple places that were pretendin' but they didn' mean it. Always just a pretty face on a nasty body.." He fell into the taller male with a soft little squeak of surprise, hands gripping around his shoulders as he fell onto tiptoes, face mashing gracelessly into the red head's chest as he was caught offbalance; face a brilliant pink to shame any rose.

Mashed up like that, Michael ended up peering up at the pale man, looking like he wanted to sulk his way to freedom. Alright, so he looked the part. And if you put him in something frilly, he had the curves for it. It came with being double jointed and all kinds of other perfectly explainable reasons! He bent in places normal boys didn't. So there.

Licking his lips he leaned up, looking like a terribly infatuated and embarrassed little princess, whispering into her courtier's ear with a look that said she was far too proper and polite to say anything personal out loud for others to hear. "Nobody else can get me into something this pretty- but lesser men than you could get me out twice as fast." Alright not elloquent, but the compliment and taunt went well together, he thought. Bastard had nothing to be embarrassed about, and he had to look the willing and giddy partner. So he was sulking.

And..what could it hurt to lie a bit just to be spiteful? Ooh he knew Eric didn't care about who else he was with- ever. Guy just didn't take him seriously enough. Too bad he didn't have other people to throw at him though...would have made his boasting a whole hell of a lot more believable.

[Rem]

"...Is that so...?" Eric's too-bright emerald gaze slid down almost lazily to meet Michael's and he gripped the other tightly at the waist suddenly, directing him in a spin as they moved around the dance floor, melding with the other swirling throng of dancers. They moved through the crowd like water, Eric proving himself a surprisingly proficient ballroom dancer, knowing just when to spin Michael out, pull him back, lead him in loops and whorls across the floor, his skirts trailing around them like swirling pools of water.

"But could those...what, dozens...? High double digits we're talkin here...?" His tone was a feigned disinterest, but the smirk on his lips belied his intentions. "Yeah, maybe they could do that. But could they--" at the edge of the dance floor he suddenly spun Michael out far and then jerked him close, closer than proper, hands pausing above the swell of his ass, close enough to feel the hard form of his body against the shorter male even through his fancy suit. The vampire's lips were suddenly pressed, hot and wet against the boy's ear -- Eric had fed just an hour before and he was almost feverish to the touch. "Can they make you want it...as much as I do....?"

[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.