It was a night of cheerful socialization for Dorssian nobility. Anyone who was anyone was present at the royal palace by invitation of the princess. In the ballroom, they mingled and enjoyed themselves. Tonight was Princess Lieselotte's birthday. There was only one uninvited guest.

He blended into the crowd well enough, silently observing. Every once in a while, his eyes glanced at the guest of honor, but she sat above the party goers, not doing much of anything of interest. Haruto had been trained to judge at least that much. When a waiter came around, he took the glass of champagne offered to him, but kept at his job.

Tokishima Haruto was sent from JIOR to check in on the Dorssians tonight. As people renowned for their military power, the part of a royal could be the cover for back door dealings or the like. On his own, Haruto couldn't do much to stop that, but he could at least relay the info.

His eyes scanned the room, going through the lists of names he'd memorized as well as their titles. As focused as he was, Haruto didn't realized his gaze had been stuck to one person until someone nudged him.

Haruto fumbled a bit but caught himself while his one person audience snickered. "Caught your eye, huh? That Michael Karlstein."

Michael Karlstein. The son of a duke. He was pretty high up there. Good for information. But the photograph used in his data profile did not do him any justice. Not in this beautiful dark blue regalia he was wearing right now. Michael Karlstein was breathtaking and Haruto couldn't look away.

"You should go for it if you can. He's definitely swingin' for your team. But he can be a little frosty."

If there was anything after that, Haruto didn't hear it because beauty and grace was walking right towards him. Each step brought him closer and closer until he walked right by Haruto and continued behind him. His lungs had to cry out to remind him to breath as he turned around and saw the young man approach the princess. He bowed at a distance before coming even closer and dropping to a knee to kiss the back of her hand.

They exchanged some words and then Michael stood and took his leave. Haruto actually averted his gaze this time to remain inconspicuous, but it didn't matter anymore. His wrist was grabbed and the bit of training he had would've kicked in for self defense but his education in not creating a scene took precedent and before he knew it, he was taken away from the party and into another room.

As he was slammed against the closed door and his eyes adjusted to the darkness, the first thing Haruto noticed was that he was in a bedroom. The second was the he was in a bedroom with Michael Karlstein.

"Wha-"

"What's a JIORan doing here. Answer quickly."

Haruto couldn't answer quickly because it would completely blow his cover and his tongue was a little tied with this new development.

"I said, answer", Michael pushed Haruto against the door firmly, incidentally pressing their own bodies together. He took out a pocket knife and held it to Haruto's neck threateningly. "If you've come here to harm the princess, I'll kill you."

"N-no! No You've got it all wrong. That's not why I'm here!"

"Then explain."

"I'm not here to hurt anyone. At least so long as they're not involved with anything illegal that could jeopardize JIOR."

Michael stared at him intensely and Haruto thought he'd go up in flames either from the heat of his eyes or the warmth of his body, which was even more noticeable against the cool wooden door.

"You're here to investigate any corruption that could endanger your home..." The knife by Haruto's neck slowly pulled away before Michael went back into interrogation mode and pointed it below the spy's waist. "What weapon are you hiding?"

"Wea...pon...?" As the word left his mouth, Haruto understood and was embarrassed for them both. He squeaked when it was poked lightly with the knife, which was what made his captor realize his mistake. "I'm sorry. I just...You look really nice. I've been thinking that all night. And well...you've been pushing against me for the past five minutes...so..."

"Indecent. Put that thing away." Michael stopped seeing him as a threat, so his knife went back into his hiding place. He put some space between he and Haruto.

"Even if you say that...", he looked down at his crotch. He was half hard already. "Hey...Karlstein."

His eyes narrowed. "How do you know my name?" It irked him that he didn't know this spy's name. Or even his alias.

Haruto grinned cheekily at that. "This isn't a place just anyone could sneak into. I've got my own credentials, you know." He stepped forward and closed the distance between them.

"Stop poking me with that thing unless you want me to cut it off."

"Don't be so cruel to it. Karlstein-no, Michael..."

His lavender eyes widen and for a moment he was frozen. The moment was prolonged when he felt something soft and warm on his lips. In retrospect, it shouldn't have surprised him. This man knew his surname, his given name wouldn't be that far off. It was then that he realized he was being kissed.

'So this is what kisses are like...'

Haruto's arms came up around his waist and pulled him even closer. "Michael...", he breathed softly before kissing his jaw.

Michael was in too much of a daze to answer. Strictly speaking, this man was the enemy. But he hated Dorssia and of the entire country only cared for the princess. The princess...

Right now the JIORan's lips were doing things to his neck that the military did not prepare him for. Michael weighed the pros and cons. If he let this man have his way with him (and frankly Michael's way if his body was being honest) then as long as they cleaned up after themselves, who would know? If he pushed him away now...Michael couldn't even finish the thought. This intruder had started to touch his behind in a way that was both obscene and made him want more. There was no way he could stop this. He didn't want to.

"Idiot. Do you participate in such unprofessional things on all of your missions?"

"If you're gonna call me anything, call me Haruto."

"Haruto?"

"That's more like it."

There wasn't much more conversation after that.

The morning after, Michael felt a gentle finger drawing lazy circles on his skin. "You're still here?", he asked without opening his eyes.

"Of course. Even if this is a one night stand, I wanted to make sure you were alright."

"Why wouldn't I be?" Michael sat up very slowly, feeling an ache in his lower back.

"You're a virgin. Or you were. It can be rough the first time, but I tried being gentle." His eyes expressed just that and it nearly made Michael sick to his stomach to have someone looking at him like that.

"I'm fine. You should get out of here before someone notices you."

"You're right. Maybe we can do this again", Haruto said hopefully.

Michael didn't answer, neither positively or negatively. He just started to get dressed. His movements were slow, but graceful. Haruto followed suit and soon they were both dressed.

"I'm leaving first", Michael said, stepping past his one night secret. Haruto grabbed his elbow and turned him around.

"Hey, I really enjoyed last night." He kissed Michael's lips a final time. All he got was a reply in the form of a stern stare before he pulled his arm away and left the room.

That was how Michael Karlstein was swept away by Tokishima Haruto for a night.