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“Uki? Do you read me?"
Startled amethyst eyes met amused quicksilver.
“Sorry FuuFuu-chan, you were saying something?’
Fulgur shook his head in teasing reproach.
“It doesn’t matter. What worlds were you wandering off to, hmm? I’m only here because you made me attend. You don’t get to escape into dreamland and leave me to deal with this nonsense on my own”
That was true enough although Uki couldn’t honestly say he was sorry for dragging Fulgur away from Valorant to show up at the company’s annual charity gala.
In fact, Uki was in seventh heaven at the opportunity to be under spotlights on a dancefloor where he knew people couldn't help but be dazzled by them in their finery.
As they ought to be, Uki thought smugly. They were young and in love and radiant as the dawn.
"What's got you looking all goofy?"
Fulgur meant to sound stern but came off sounding much too soft for it to fool anyone; Uki was smiling in that dreamy way that made him feel as if he were half mad. ‘Tell me,’ he wanted to beg, ‘tell me what lovely thought has gotten hold of you, let me kiss you until whatever vision you’re seeing becomes shared between us’.
Uki smiled up into Fulgur’s face, and was instantly rewarded with the hitching of breath felt beneath his hands on Fulgur’s chest.
"You. Us."
Fulgur surprised him then, the faintest brush of lips against his before he was already looking away, cheeks tinged pink. ‘I adore him,’ Uki thought dizzily as he hid his face in Fulgur’s shirt for a moment, ‘I could adore him all my life.”
"I guess this gala nonsense has its benefits." Fulgur was saying overhead, voice gruff.
"Mn. Don't you like me dressing up for you?" Uki shimmied closer with a wicked smile. Fulgur’s grip on Uki’s slender waist tightened and he half-heard a muttered retort about how undressing Uki was infinitely preferable.
“You don’t think it’s a nice dress?” Uki stepped back lightly into a small swirl to show off the clinging silver-lilac satin before stepping back into Fulgur’s arms with a snigger at the pained look Fulgur shot him.
His beloved managed another surprise then by pouting down at Uki pleadingly.
"You're laughing, Uki? I'm suffering out here and you're laughing."
Uki made a show of cooing sympathetically despite the affection that was sparking through his veins like so many golden champagne bubbles.
"Do you trust me?"
"Always." Fulgur said at once, perfectly serious.
Just for that, Uki kissed him full on the mouth in spite of Fulgur’s immediate stumble and weak sputtering as those nearest the couple tittered.
“I have an idea,” Uki breathed against his lips, watching as pale eyes sparked with curiosity just as he had hoped.
“Keep your eyes on me.”
So he did.
Of course he did.
Fulgur might never win any awards for being sociable or agreeable if it was left up to a public vote, but he never shied away from anything Uki asked. How could he? He looked down into Uki’s eyes, shining with naked affection, and felt again that familiar, helpless warmth blossom through him like liquor and starlight.
Uki was smiling at Fulgur’s immediate compliance with his request. No questions. No hesitation. Sometimes he wanted to yell at how dense Fulgur could be when it came to his own charm, the loveliness of his moonlight hair, and most importantly the way he made Uki want to weep by never truly denying him anything; Uki had never known Fulgur to do anything except lean with him into every fall.
Pale hands and perfect nails slid up along Fulgur’s firm chest, knowing from the stuttering of his breath when he had found bruises beneath the starched cotton, a constellation Uki had carefully coaxed into bloom just that morning. As his fingers linked neatly around Fulgur’s neck, his smile faded into something smaller, more intense.
Uki Violeta loved music. Had never needed lessons to know that he could trust his body to respond when it was right, a fluid and joyful conduit for whatever beat caught him in its sway.
And when it came to conduits? Fulgur Ovid never reacted to anyone or anything the way he reacted to Uki.
The shift was immediate.
So much so that Uki almost missed it, and he knew Fulgur definitely did: the taller man’s steps were wider now, more confident, his hold on Uki surer.
Where before they had been swaying stiffly in place, they were now dancing in earnest: Fulgur leading Uki in a graceful sweep past an admiring crowd that might as well have been invisible for all that the couple noticed.
There was a definite hush to the room, other dancers instinctively clearing the floor and stepping aside as the two lovers moved as one, elegant unit in time to the music.
Uki was lost in how a Fulgur, flushed and breathless, seemed almost to glow with a light all his own (Fulgur was staring down, thinking the exact same thing about Uki).
And then the song ended. As songs always do.
Fulgur blinked, disoriented, his self-consciousness resurfacing as he realized what they had just done.
Oh hell no. Uki was absolutely not having that.
“Hey,” he called, and of course his FuuFuu-chan looked to him at once. As he always did.
"Keep your eyes on me."
He did.
And another song began to play.