Don't make me fall in love

It was dark, even with the flashing lights of the dance floor. they illuminated people around him for split seconds, before they disappeared into the crowds around him. He heard the blaring music that assaulted his ears; the whispers of aroused people, the shouts of party-goers. Only a few seconds beforehand, he had been dancing up on some women that he didn't know, though she was pretty. He had pushed her away when she asked if he wanted to have her number for later. He never took numbers. Now, he was in a mass group of people, but alone. Everyone around him had one or more person to dance with, to kiss and touch. He was jealous of that, though he knew that most people would fall for him once he liked their appearance.

He stumbled to his left, as the many shots he had taken were hitting him rather hard now. The room spinned for a few seconds, pounding into his body with ever step he took. The night was young, as he could feel that the had a lot more stamina felt in him; stamina that he needed to get out. When he gained his bearings of where he was, he grabbed onto the closest shoulder he could, clenched on hard. As he looked up to this person's features, he half smirked. The man he had grabbed onto was attractive; above the standards that he usually saw on the island. He wanted him, badly. This drunken attitude took a hold, and the slightly shorter man was in front of him. He wanted him to notice him, even if he was too drunk or high to realize his beauty as a male. Cairo ran his hand down from the man's shoulder, to the middle of his chest, hoping the feeling of his hand was enough of an attention grabber.

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He was even happier when the person he had so gently touched replied back to him. His smirk turned into a deep, hungry look that filled his entire face. He wanted to stare into his eyes, as the grey green made him feel better; made the man look more attractive. Their eyes met, as he moved a bit closer to the boy. He put his perky lips up to his ear. "I'm bold with what I want, which is you." Yes, his words here very forward, but that was his usual self. He moved back just enough to glare that the women he had been close to. There was no way that such a person was going to take him away from such a handsome man.

"You looked a little lonely." The words were lies, as he had obviously been talking to someone else. It was Cairo who was lonely. "Thought I'd test my luck on someone like you?" He raised his index finger and playfully poked at the man's lower lip, hoping he got what he was trying to say. "Unless you're too busy with... Her." Even if that was his girlfriend, there was no way that he was letting him escape.

Good. He smirked when he heard the words of school friend. The last thing he wanted was someone else to get in his way; especially if this man had been attracted to her. It was one less thing that he had to worry about. He trailed his hand down the side of the man's neck, wondering who else had touched such a place. He looked to the side of him, noticing a few feathers. Was he some angel? If that was the case, Cairo would love it.

"Why wouldn't I be? With those eyes." He stared into them for an instant. "And that hair of yours, it reminds me of fire." Cairo took a strand and twirled it around in his finger before looking to the wings again. "And those wings are, pretty sexy." He wanted to see them fully extended, like some broad bird in front of him.

"Impress you?" A half shy looking smirk crossed his face. "I could do many things to impress you." He thought for a moment, going through the list of things he used on others before him. "I'm pretty good in bed, if you're willing to go that far with me." A small chuckle came out. "I also have a few tricks up my sleeve." He nodded as he gave a longing look to his soon to be mate, the smell of roses and cologne filling his own nostrils. Yes. He had his power, that was almost irresistible. He'd want him soon enough, as Cairo didn't want to have to work too hard for this beauty of a body.

The boy's face was brimmed with redness, which excited Cairo. It wasn't often that he saw a male blush so easily. Was it his powers? His voice? His looks? It was hard to tell, considering they most likely all played a factor. It was kind of cute in a way, to see such a well rounded person blush under his tricks. Yes, he had him in his grasp.

"Thank you, really." He smiled as if it was the first time he had heard such a compliment. "I do get a lot of people yes, but right now I'm only focused on you." He said as he reached down and grabbed the hand of his that wasn't occupied by the drink. "You're all that I see right now."

"Of course, I want to please you in, well more ways than one." Yes, he heard the low comment that Jericho had made, but he didn't want to focus on that. He wanted this person to fall fully into him, to want him without questioning it. "And we will, do not worry." He chuckled with a hint of mystery echoing in his raspy sound. "Do you like to dance?" He cocked his head ever so slightly to the right. He raised the entwined hand to his mouth, as he kissed the man's hand softly, before letting go of his hand, settling for a hand on his hip.

This was almost too beautiful for words. Cairo's one hand was on the boy's hip, while the other was entwined in his own. Damn, if they weren't the sexist and most alluring couple there, something was wrong. Even though in the back of his head; he had the ting of knowing that this would most likely just end in a one night stand, Cairo couldn't help but want him. There was something about this man, something in the way he took each breath as if it would be his last. Maybe it was the fact that it almost felt natural; the way their hands fit together. He kept his pupils locked with the man, not wanting this prize, his trophy of a dancing partner, to be taken away.

"Of course I want to dance." He squeezed their interlocked hands playfully, inching closer to the man as he pulled his other hand around his waist. "You glow in this light. Why wouldn't I want to be close to someone so, alluring?" Cairo wanted to kiss him, to plant a sweet kiss on those longing lips of his. To hold him close as the music would sway them in between couples and bunches of people. Cairo wanted to be with him, more than he had ever wanted someone.

Before the man could protest, Cairo planted a short kiss on the slightly shorter man's cheek before he nuzzled his face into his shoulder. Maybe this wasn't what his partner had expected; a close and personal slow dance to the alarmingly spastic music, but Cairo wasn't concerned with such things. He moved the arm that had been placed around the man's waist, back to his own side, then wrapped it around the man's shoulders. He didn't want to deal with those wings of his.

Why was he acting like some love-stuck baby? He usually wasn't like this. It was defiantly the alcohol and lack of sleep that had him wrapped around this man like some child, right? That was all that Cairo would believe, nothing more. "Sorry about that." He sprung up from his shoulder, his face red from the pressure as well as his attraction to their closeness. "I bet that seemed really childish to you." He half giggled, trying to get back any dignity he had laying around him. He moved around aimlessly, moving their interlocked hands to the beat behind him. His gaze was down cast to the floor, as he was for some reason too embarrassed to admit what he has just done. He had actually taken an interest in someone.