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Music flowed threw the room caressing the withering bodies on the dance floor, sending pulses racing, and making heads turn misty as they lost themselves in the beat and grind.

In the middle of all this was a circle where a lone dancer stood. He was small but lilth with muscle. Light tan skin shiny with sweat shined in the neon lights and spiky blonde hair framed his handsome almost pretty face that was marked by three whisker like scars. However his most captivating feature was none of these. It was his eyes.

They were wide and a light blue, like the sky, but when he danced they turned lidded until only a slit showed that glinted sinfully. Calling to others like a sirens song.

Yet, no one came to join the blonde as they all had learned by then that he belonged to another.

Pale hands with long fingers and soft palms gripped the tan bare waist just above the hem of long skin right leather pants. A soft pull sent the dancing blonde into a hard pale chest but no sound of protest escaped him. Instead a small content smile lifted petal pink lips as he leaned back into the hold. Sky blue eyes falling shut. His small tan lilth body melted against the lean pale one behind him, fitting with it like a missing puzzle piece and together the two danced. Bodies moved together as the two lost themselves in their own world. Oblivious to the envious stares they attracted.

Many hours later as the club began clearing out and a slow song began the blonde reached up and blindly caressed the porcelain cheek of the other with the back of his hand as long tan fingers played with a lone black strand of hair. Thin lips curved into a small smile and brushed the back of his hand in a secret caress as eyes as dark as the night sky opened for the first time that night to meet content sky blues. "Ready to go home Dobe. "

"Lets go Baka."