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Music flowing into his ears, tension in the ballroom drawn taut like a bowstring. The Rexford family needed the perfect match for their son, and he was forced to sit through this until they found someone suitable.
Jurard looked around, a bored frown on his lips. Why did they even need to do this? His parents just wanted more heirs, not that he'd ever dream of doing anything with these desperate maidens. "Greetings, my Prince. Would you give me the honour of this dance?" A girl asked, gazing up at him like a sad dog.
"In your dreams." He muttered to himself, before looking down at her and saying, "Not now. I have things to think about."
With a dejected sigh, the girl stepped away, likely going over to cry to one of her lady friends. Jurard stood up with a scoff, tail flicking behind him in annoyance. Some people stared, but were quickly shut down by a pointed grimace their way. He wanted to shout about how he didn't even want this happening, that it was all some shit his parents thought of. Anyone who seemed even remotely interesting revealed themself to be an idiot after one conversation.
"What's wrong, little prince?" A chilling voice interrupted his thinking. "Need someone to talk to and pass the time? No offense, but this party is quite boring."
"None taken. My parents set this shit up because they want more heirs. Apparently I'm just no good, y'know?" Jurard scoffed, rolling his eyes and turning to look for the source of the voice. Somehow, a hand found his shoulder, from a person he'd missed.
Hypnotizing, blood-red eyes met his, and a sly grin made his heart flutter. Before him stood a young man, with a smaller frame than his. "Who...are you?" Jurard asked, allowing the young man to bring his hand to his lips. This person was intriguing, with wild red hair that should have made him stick out in the crowd. Yet, just now was the first time that Jurard had seen him.
"You can call me Flay, my lord. At your service." The man, or rather, 'Flay' murmured against Jurard's knuckles. He smiled, eyes fluttering shut as he tugged Jurard close. "Would you like to dance?"
The prince's face had grown red, and he nodded, putting his hands onto Flay's waist. Flay was skinny, but Jurard could tell that he was strong. "Lets dance, then." He murmured, looking down at Flay.
Both of them stepped out onto the ballroom floor, meshing into the dancing crowd. Eyes landed on them, though they weren't bothered. For the first time tonight, Jurard felt himself smile, gazing down at the man who'd so daringly brought him out onto the dance floor. Music flowed into their ears, drowning out the sound of anything else around them. They stepped together, in time with the music being played. Jurard was entranced by Flay's smile, and he couldn't help but grin back.
A squeak escaped him suddenly at arms wrapping around his waist, and he got picked up and spun around gracefully with a change in the music. Jurard's arms came around Flay's shoulders, and he clung to the man with everything he had. His heart was pounding in his chest, body shaking in anticipation.
Some gasps were thrown around at the intimacy, but for once, Jurard couldn't be bothered.
Once Flay set him down, he let out a sigh, and the music came to a stop. Was it really the end of the song already? That was too bad. "Thank you for the dance, my little prince." Flay whispered into his ear, sending chills running down his spine. Jurard gulped, feeling warmth prickle at his skin as small clusters of his scales began to form on his body. "Cutie."
"Shut your mouth, Flay." Jurard murmured, embarrassedly.
"Nuh-uh." Flay murmured, picking Jurard up and running out of the ballroom with him in his arms. Jurard was so dead if his parents noticed. Who was he kidding, they probably did.
This man was going to be the death of him anyways, so cute and strong. "How have I never seen you here before, Flay?" Jurard murmured, looking down at the smaller man that held him.
"I tend to only make my appearance in the night." Flay winked, licking his lips as he gazed up at Jurard. "And well, I thought I'd show up tonight for you, my prince. I haven't been interested in someone this much in ages."
A ditzy grin grew on Jurard's face, and he looked away for a moment. The praise had gone straght to his head. "You want me dead, don't you.." He murmured, grinning bashfully. "God, I can't believe how happy I am. Started the night dreading everything, now I'm here with you, all smiles with some pretty stranger. What am I even saying?" Jurard looked down at Flay, leaning in a bit.
Flay smirked, one of his hands reaching up to Jurard's cheek and feeling at the smooth skin. Something about the prince was just...enticing. He bit down on his own lower lip, gaze flicking down to Jurard's lips. They were soft and pink, and just begging to be kissed. "Little prince, can I try something?"
"Hm? I- sure." Jurard nodded, gazing down at Flay. He was a bit nervous, all the touch starting to get to him.
The pair were gazing at each other, and Flay's eyes were half-lidded. Jurard felt heat pool in his core, and he shut his eyes in anticipation. He felt pressure on his lips, starting soft, then growing and getting to be more heated. Something warm and slick prodded at Jurard's lips, and he allowed it to come into his mouth. His hands came up to Flay's head, pulling him closer.
The pair slid against each other like a pair of puzzle pieces, hands reaching at each other to feel at whatever they could. Jurard moaned into the kiss as he felt something sharp prick at his lips. The metallic flavour of blood filled his mouth, but he didn't even care. What he didn't expect to happen was that he got pressed down against a nearby pillar. His mouth got ravaged, though, blood being sucked out of his lips.
He was getting lightheaded, breath stolen away by Flay. "..mngf...F-Flay-ngh..." Jurard mumbled, trying to pull away with all his might.
"Jura..." Flay pulled away, saliva mixed with blood dripping out of his mouth. "You taste so damn good. Please, please, please. I need you."
Jurard coughed, looking at Flay and taking a heavy breath. "What just.." He blinked, words slurring a bit. Maybe he was drunk on that damn kiss, lightheaded from his blood being drained. "Your teeth are so...sharp. What are you?" The prince murmured, vision blurring a bit.
"My prince...You've heard of...vampires, right?" Flay murmured, pupils blown wide and gaze skimming across Jurard's neck. "You know what your family does to them." He leaned in close, burying his nose into the crook of Jurard's neck. He smelled so damn good.
A whimper escaped Jurard, body shaking more and more. "Flay, are you s-serious? I- I can't... I don't know what the hell is going on." He felt at his bloodstained lips, bright red on his face. Jurard made out with a vampire, unless Flay was lying. By the way he was being looked at, Jurard didn't think that he was being lied to.
Jurard shook in Flay's grip. "I'm so serious, my prince. And I need you."
Despite everything, Jurard was still so attracted to Flay. By then, he was pretty damn sure that he needed Flay, too. "I- I'm all yours."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
And what a night they would have.