Can I get In Those Pants?

Ah. The bright lights. The glitz. The rich creeps with wads of carats. Dante took a deep breath in. Yes, the gossamer gala was here. One of his favorite times of year.

Getting in was a breeze. There was no trouble with a body that looked this fine, with his impeccable fashion sense that fit him so well. No one would know that he had no job and that his bank account was terribly empty here. With a dazzling smile and a devious wink, he was in and scrolling through the parlor as his name was announced. He was pretty sure that all eyes were on him.

However; right now, that didn't really matter. His mind was on one thing, and one thing alone.

Getting some of that crunchy, crunchy carat.

Dante's toothy grin grew as he laid sight on a prideful bun, silken blue and gold haired god with a pout that could melt the coldest heart, he was sure. The lustful bun's nostrils flared. He looked like money. The man probably smelled like it too.

"Care for a dance, golden sky?" Dante offered his hand, flashing his teeth. "I promise I don't bite"

Everything was sparkling, the lights..the outfits..dazzling didn’t even begin to cover it. Eyes wide Aurum took a moment to breathe it all in, unable to fathom how he’d gotten so lucky to have a coveted ticket to this event.

Humming in delight he daintily plucked a champagne glass off a server’s gilded tray. Taking a few sips had his eyes closing partially..the tiniest groan escaping.

It was as the glass came to an end that someone stepped into Aurum’s little bubble. The silken words had a light blush warming his face, gossamer wings flickering. “My..aren’t you bold. What if I like biting?”

The light floaty fabric he’d worn tonight glittered when Aurum moved closer to the handsome stranger. Hand reaching to meet the others “I’d love a dance.” That first glass of sweet champagne had him feeling lighter than air, his feet moving in preparation to dance. “Might I know your name handsome?”
Dante couldn't help his grin widen to a nearly sinister level. "Well my, I am open to biting you, but..." He leaned in close to the other's ear, his lips barely brushing against them. "Let's get to know each other before I mark you, yeah?" His voice dropped low. "I'd hate to deflower such a fine prince as you in public." Quite the contrary. The idea of fucking someone in near public had him adjusting himself. Dante leaned back, easily taking the other's smaller hand in his.

"Let's dance." He side stepped, leading the man into a basic waltz. The only issue now was...how was he going to steal his wallet. There had to be some place that they could just dance into.....

His gaze zoned in on the other man at the question. Oh right. His name. "People call me Dante, but you can call me whatever your heart desires. May I have yours?"

Feeling a rush of excitement Aurum happily let the handsome man twirl him into a waltz. The words sent little tingles down his spine, his free hand rising to lightly pat the strong chest before him. Oh. Those muscles felt so firm. “I’m no pure delicate rose but, we don’t want to get kicked out. That’s for certain..besides I’d rather enjoy a bite when it’s just us.”

Flirting always felt nice and the warm glow from drinking eased Aurum into being more bold. As they danced he let his lithe body brush the taller buns..Dante. The name rolled around in his mind, lips pulling back into a dazzling grin. “Aurum. Your name suites you quite nicely..”

After two dances around the floor Aurum tugged their clasped hands, leaning up to whisper in Dante’s ear. “I’m famished, let’s enjoy some refreshments?” Awaiting a reply his gaze flickered through the crowd..admiring all the beautiful succubuns and their outfits.

It was truly a night to remember. Unbidden he felt words slipping free..thumb casually rubbing against the back of Dante’s hands where they were still connected. “I’m glad my job got me a ticket. It’s so hard to get in here if you aren’t rolling in carats or some big shot.”

The feeling of the other man's hand on his chest only made his grin grow. Now was his time to seize his chance. One of his hands went to his waste, looking for some sort of pocket. Only to find.....nothing.

Well shit.

Where was he keeping his wallet? His mind churned, as he tried to devise a plan. Huh. He did say that he wanted alone time. That, Dante could do.

The greedy succubun flashed the man his pearly whites. "Thanks, yours feels nice on my lips, but I bet your lips will be even sweeter." He nearly purred, following the man towards the refreshment area.

Oh, so the man did have a job. This was his chance. "And what might your job be?" He picked up one of the flutes by it's stem, bringing it to his lips in a small sip. Dante laughed, hallowly. This boy best be rolling in carats. "I can imagine." He mused, downing the rest of the drink. Fuck this guy better be loaded.
Uncertainty tickled the back of Aurum’s mind but, he shook it off with a more demure smile. Plucking up a glass of less alcoholic smelling punch along with a delicate sandwich he let his gaze wander.

So many were dressed to the nines..the sparkling fabric and rich colors made his hands itch with the urge to draw. The question about work had another smile perched upon his lips. “I’m in fashion. Designing clothes like these..”

Hand smoothing down the floaty fabric of his own design Aurum looked again over Dante. “What about you?” There was something off about his found partner but, what was it. Keeping a calm outer appearance his now empty hands reached to press back against Dante’s chest, gaze becoming sharper. “What are you after handsome? Cause my instinct’s tellin me it’s not just a romp in the sheets.”
Dante arched a brow. Fashion huh? That either meant that he was rich, or he was barely scraping by. By the looks of things, he'd guess the former. A sharp smile snaked up his lips. Nice.

"Your outfit makes you look very tasty." He purred, stepping close to the man and taking Aurum's chin in his hand, the other reaching for his side once again. Shit. That material did feel nice. "I'm just after a bit of fun. Isn't that what everyone is doing around here?" His hand snaked around towards his back side only to find....no pocket. Shit. "What's your instinct telling you I'm after?"
Being groped a bit was nothing new but, the look on Dante’s face made Aurum’s hair stand on end again. What exactly was he groping for? Frown marring his once happy face he pressed back against Dante’s chest with a huff. “While I’ve had a super fun time dancing with you and I’d usually be interested in some fun. You are giving me the creeps darling.” Flashing a sharper look he wriggled to free himself, glaring when there was a bit of space made..being sure to run dainty hands over the now ruffled material. “I think it’s best if we part ways.”

Dots began oh so slowly clicking into place..the touched had not just been flirty..they’d been placed as if searching.

Eyes lighting up in growing understanding Aurum huffed out a louder breath of air. “I see. Feeling me up for some carats? Sadly I’m not drunk enough to fall for it..also I’d never carry a wallet with an outfit this fabulous. Why would I bother adding pockets to something this tight?”

Hands again smoothing out the fluttery gauzy material Aurum turned to leave..irritated to no end that someone had feigned interest in search of carats. It hurt his pride.

Heart giving an odd squeeze he sought out a familiar face in the crowded room. Anything to get away from the imposing..handsome dark stranger. Jerk.

Aw shit. He was frowning. Why was he frowning. "What's the matter sweet cheeks?" His hand moved to cup the others cheek at the push.

Wait.

He was a creep?

Baffled at the mere idea, he couldn't hide the shock and irritation that had been painted on his face. "My dear, I am not a creep." Sure, it wasn't the first time that someone had called him such an unsavory term. But it still got him riled. Creep was so far below what he was.

But really, should he give into the other man's whims and attitude? Dante may have been desperate for some cash, but the more he thought about it, he wasn't that desperate. "Fine." He took a step, arms raised. "I wasn't trying to take your money, but if you want to make me look like some common thief in front of some esteemed people, be my guest." Little shit. "I would never do the same to you." Even if he was trying to steal some carats. That was beside the point.

Dante waved him away, before his eyes roved around the crowd. Time to find his next catch. Hopefully better than the last.

WC: 1550