I'll be your desire. My beauty is that of a glass doll. Your arms may wrap around me tight. I'll relinquish my words for yours. You watch me from afar though my body lures you close. I am the mystery to your dreams. God feels your sins for me. The devil feels my innocents.

I dance with others only to tease you. Your eyes fixated on their hands. What goes through your mind? Soon you will have your chance. Our fingers will touch.

Still waiting is such a bother. Come to me, possess the sins you rapture. My age is of no consequence for fantasies. The fairies will charm this night. You may feel me, set me free. We may dance over streams.

This skin separates the best of us. But in this tango of love nothing can keep us way. Just hold me in your arm and this will never fade away.

I will claim the forbidden love.

…

Soubi watched the young boy lure a man away from his mistress and tempt him in a dance. It didn't matter to anyone he was underage, his older brother owned the bar and half the town. Soubi always visited just to watch him dance. "You want him." A man's smiling voice takes Soubi from his thoughts.

"Yes." Soubi answered, still watching the boy's dance. "But why?"

"The whys hold no importance here." The man chuckled. "Come," He place a rough hand on Soubi's shoulder. "I'll show you to him."

Though Soubi had been to this bar every other day for three weeks straight, he had never spoken a single word to the young boy who tempted him in every time. "You mustn't trouble yourself." Soubi replied. But despite his opposition he allowed himself to be lead away from his seat.

"Hey Ritsuka." The strange man, leading Soubi by the shoulder, called out over the violin music. "This guy here would like to dance with you."

As Ritsuka turned his head it seemed like the world was slowing down. His virgin neko ears danced on top of his flowing ravened hair. The music hummed like a pixy's breath to a dance that shimmered in the boy's eyes as the set themselves on the bashful man. "Him?" Ritsuka smiled sweetly. "I believe he's been here before." He took a step closer to get a better look. "But he's never asked me to dance before."

"It's only cause he's shy." The other man explained before Soubi could. "But tonight he's feeling brave." He lightly pushed Soubi forward.

"Well then I shall go easy on him for now so not to make him shy again." Ritsuka stepped down from the stage and took Soubi's hand. "Is this dance okay?" He asked about the waltz music the orchestra started to play.

The warmth from the boy's small hand was a blessing Soubi long to hold on to forever. "I'm not sure I know all the steps." Soubi admitted softly.

"That's alright." Ritsuka giggled. "Nether do I." He playfully pulled the blonde man up on stage. His free hand rested on Soubi's shoulder while he let the man slip his arm around his waist. "You know," He grinned teasingly while they slowly moved around the stage. "Normally a man would keep his hands on the shoulder blades." His grin fell to sweeter smile. "But this feels nice." Soubi's cheeks began to fill with a red tint though it was difficult to see in dim lights.

They danced gracefully while a group of people watched with whistles and drunken outburst of their love for the child. "What's your name?" Ritsuka asked before Soubi dipped him slowly.

"Agatsuma Soubi." Soubi answered while he pulled the boy out of his dip with ease. "I own the art museum down the road from here."

"I thought you looked familiar." The recollection flickered in Ritsuka's purple eyes. "My brother enjoys your personal art dearly. He says the way you capture a butterfly in paint is striking."

"I am horned to hear such words about my forgotten art." Soubi was taken aback by the complement. He didn't believe anyone knew of his art since he'd quite painting years ago.

"Forgotten?" Ritsuka's face filled with confusion. "You must be mistaken. Your art is what hangs through out in my family's house. It is anything but forgotten."

Soubi could not believe his ears. Not only was his art remembered but it has been looked upon by the eyes of an angel. Could this be a sort of miracle?

The song ended and the crowd began to applaud. Ritsuka stood on his tiptoes and quickly planted a gentle kiss on Soubi's cheek. "You must meet my brother." He whispered in the man's ear before turning on his heels and taking a bow.

Soubi nodded his thanks to the spectators before being lead off the stage by a now very determined boy. "I'll have you know, my brother doesn't speak kindly about most people." Ritsuka spoke while they walked to the back of the bar. "But how he talks about your art is like I have a whole new brother in the highest. I'm sure he'll be thrilled to meet you in the flesh."

This was all too much to ask for but Soubi was too overwhelmed to turn back now. Ritsuka pulled back a dark red curtain to revile a hidden door. He pulled out a key before knocking lightly and unlocking the door. "Come in." A man's voice answered from behind the door.

"Seimei," Ritsuka opened the door slowly. "I've brought someone who'd like to meet you." The luck for Soubi tonight was undoubtedly too good to be true but his thanked his lucky stars for it anyway while he stepped inside after Ritsuka. "It's the painter, Agatsuma." Ritsuka introduced the man to a dark figure silhouetted in the windows moonlight.

"Soubi?" Seimei stood from the windowsill into the room's golden glow. He's was an older and sharper version to that of Ritsuka's childish face. "It's been a long time."

"Seimei." Soubi's eyes widened in disbelief. "Aoyagi Seimei?"

"Aoyagi no more." Seimei's voice chimed a bit harsh. "That family is dead." He advanced toward Ritsuka and took his hand. "We left them behind."

"You always did speak of a brother." Soubi started to remember. The past is a painful thing to think about for anyone but for Soubi this made him relive it all over again. Five years ago Seimei and Soubi had been apart of a secrete spell war of words. Soubi fought hard but Seimei grew tired of it all. He claimed Soubi as his property so not to feel owned himself by the leaders of the war pulling the strings. They would be alone together for days waiting for a new battle and in that time Seimei would confess to having a strong bond with his brother. Soubi felt so foolish to not have seen from the moment he saw Ritsuka that he was the brother Seimei would always speak about.

Seimei turned his attention to his little brother. "Ritsuka," He stroked Ritsuka's fine black hair. "Would you mind getting Soubi and I something to drink?" Ritsuka complied without a word, he bowed slightly before exiting the room.

"He's just as you've described him." Soubi broke the silence. "But why do you make him work?" He noticed the painting hanging on the wall behind Seimei, a butterfly with a shattered wing. "I thought you hated when people touched him."

"Did you know this was my bar?" Seimei ignored the man's question. "Is that why you are here?"

"No." Soubi shook his head. "It was just a new bar in the area to me." He the door handle lower slowly. "From the looks of it you'll become rich quickly."

"I'm back." Ritsuka announced his entrance balancing a tray in one hand. "I hope pale ale is alright." He slipped passed Soubi and set the tray on a small table in-between two large chairs. "Come, sit." He smiled while pouring their drinks.

"Thank you Ritsuka." Seimei kissed the top of his brother's head before sitting. "Soubi and I were just catching up on old times." Soubi say down hesitantly.

"Oh, I had no idea you two knew each other." Ritsuka handed Soubi a glass. "I just thought you liked his art."

"Yes about his art," Seimei took a sip of the bitter drink. "I was wondering about having him paint something for me."

Soubi's eyes shot up from his drink. "But Seimei," He explained. "It's been ages since I painted last. I'm sure I've lost my touch."

"I don't really care how long it's been since you last painted." Seimei retorted. "But now I have a painting in mind and I won't take any excuse as to why you won't make it happen."

Ritsuka glanced at Soubi who's eyes were now lowering down at his glass. The blonde man was returning back to his old used self. "What do you want me to paint?"

A smile hint of a victorious smile played on Seimei's face. "I would like you to paint my brother." He stroked Ritsuka's cheek with the back of his hand. "With wings like your butterflies." He pulled Ritsuka only his lap. "Of course I will pay you any price. You said it yourself this bar will make me rich."

Soubi sat with his eyes down for a long time. His mind was racing with painful reminders of the abuse Seimei was capable of and ideas for how this painting would even turn our. "Deal." He finally replied. "But I will need Ritsuka to model for the painting everyday until it is finished."

"Is that alright with you?" Seimei asked his little brother nicely. "You could model for him everyday before work."

"That sounds fair." Ritsuka nodded though his face read with confusion. "I've never modeled for anything before though."

"That's not a problem." Soubi reassured him. "All I need is to paint different parts of you everyday. One day I'll paint your outline which means you'll have to seat really still. But then the rest of the days I'll slowly work on different details like on your face and body."

"You may start tomorrow morning." Seimei finished his drink. "But for tonight I ask you take your leave. Ritsuka needs his sleep."

Soubi set his still full glass of ale on the table beside him before standing. "Thank you for your time." He bowed to Seimei. "And thank you for the dance, Ritsuka." He smiled kindly to the beautiful brother. "I'll see you in the morning."