"I desire to be with you. I miss you. I feel lonely when I can't see you. I am obsessed with you, fascinated by you, infatuated with you. I hunger for your taste, your smell, the feel of your soul touching mine."

― Jack Llawayllynn, Indulgence

Chapter 1

Where am I? He thought the moment he opened his eyes and looked at the scene before him with his lips parted in surprise and his eyes wide in awe and wonder. The latino appeared to be in a large room filled with people dressed in clothes from the Victorian era, men were wearing the finest suits, some with coattails others wearing vests, different cravats and neckties and holding canes. While the women wore beautiful elegant dresses and corsets of different colors and had gloves reaching their elbows, everyone was wearing masks of a variety of sizes, shapes, and colors with decorations. Some were talking casually to one another, eating fine food on delicate white porcelain plates with intricate designs, with small bouquets or candles in the middle of their tables. Men were smoking or drinking with familiar acquaintances as the women were lightly fanning themselves with their lace fans and gossiping with one another while others were dancing to the classical music that filled the room.

He realized he was in a large ballroom with a large crystal and gold chandelier hanging in the middle of the ceiling lighting the room, making the painted mural of angels glow lightly as they lay on pink clouds some naked others wearing Greek clothing. Hanging on the dark green walls were paintings of people dancing under a starlit sky and children running through a field of flowers others had paintings of nature, a rain forest filled with tropical animals close to a waterfall, a sun setting on the ocean while the waves hit the shore spewing white foam on the sand, all oil painted. He saw a small orchestra in the corner of the room also wearing masks and playing their instruments as one creating a loud and peaceful melody making the people follow the rhythm of the music.

He turned to his left and gave out a small gasp as he saw a reflection of himself in front of a large window. On his caramel skin colored face was a black mask with yellow intricate designs, red jewels, and on the upper right corner of his mask were red feathers covering a bit of his forehead with two circles cut out revealing his light brown colored eyes. He moved his gaze to his outfit realizing he was wearing a red black buttoned vest, a black elegant silk long sleeved shirt with a white puff neck tie and white puffy wrist cuffs, black trousers with a golden belt buckle, and black leather shoes.

Turning back to the ballroom he scanned the area until his eyes landed on a pair of opened doors, hoping it was a way out he quickly started to walk toward them while passing by party goers. When he was only a few feet away from them a tall figure suddenly appeared, stepping in front of him blocking his path with a dazzling smile that took his breath away.

"Excuse me," he said in a smooth voice that made his heart skip a beat. "Would you like to dance?"

The mysterious man had light brown hair that reached slightly above his lower jaw and bangs covering his forehead and left eyebrow, tan skin that made him glow under the chandelier's light, pink puckered lips, and a black plain mask covering his upper face, with eyeholes revealing his sparkling hazel eyes. He had a black suit with gold buttons, his shirt was slightly open revealing a white dress shirt and was wearing a gold cravat with a long black cape on his back that reach to his ankles and had a black gloved hand stretched forward for him to take.

He swallowed nervously and shifted where he stood, "I-I really need to go."

The latino tried to walk around him, but the taller male took a step to the side blocking his path again. "The ball just started; surely you have time for one dance, yes?"

"I-I don't really kn-now how t-to d-dance," he stuttered and quickly looked away trying to find a way to get pass him and to remove his gaze from the handsome male.

He felt a soft touch on his hand and looked to see him smiling

"Don't worry," he kissed the back of his palm without removing his gaze. He grinned when he saw the teen blush, "I'll guide you."

The mysterious brunette gently pulled him to the dance floor; the latino gave a last glance toward the opened doors before it disappeared behind a large crowd that gathered to see the other guests dance. He turned to see him grab his left hand and place it on his shoulder and place his gloved hand on his hip, looking up he saw the mysterious male giving him another dazzling smile making him blush again.

The brunette took his right hand and gently moved forward making him take a step back; he did the same pulling his arm making him move with his body. They continued with this action back and forth for a while before he began to move side to side and rotating a bit making a small circle. The latino followed his movements and began to go along with it, his muscles began to loosen; his hands weren't sweating or tightening on his and grinned when he realized he was dancing earning a smile from his partner. The latino felt his breathe hitch when he felt the brunette's hand slid from his hip to his lower back pushing him closer so their chests were touching, looking up he saw the taller male with a playful grin and winked at him making him blush again.

He never noticed the crowd gathering around them or being the only dancers in the room, he just stared at his hazel eyes dancing with the music floating in the air. As the music began to quiet down so did their movements, the brunette began to lead slowly and elegantly until the music stop all together and they stood in front of the open doors he saw earlier. He heard soft claps and turned to see a large crowd smiling and cheering at them, the latino quickly turned away feeling his cheeks warm while the brunette waved his hand motioning for the orchestra to continue their music making the crowd disperse and return to their previous actions, enjoying themselves.

The man placed a hand on his lower back again and gently pushed the latino guiding him through the doors.

"Wow," he said breathlessly at the sight, the scene before him seemed as if it came directly out of a movie. The outside was opposite from the Victorian style room he was in before, the garden had a Greek like style, with marble floors, a magnificent clear rectangular pool with pink flowers floating on the surface with a bronze fountain in the middle with pillars surrounding it and some nude and non-nude statues of men and women scattered everywhere. Past the pool was a small archway leading to a garden of flowers of different shades and colors near rows of trees with an assortment of blossoms and edible fruits.

The brunette let the latino take a few moments to let him marvel at the sight as he guided him to a bench underneath one of the trees. They both sat down, the brunette's eyes still boring at the latino while he was still looking at his surroundings, he plucked a rose from a nearby bush and placed it in front of the latino catching him by surprise from the gesture.

"Tell me," he said having the teen's full attention. "What is your name?"

He felt his heart skip a beat as he took the rose, "Carlos."

"Carlos," he repeated, loving the way his name rolled of his tongue naturally. "It's a pleasure to meet and dance with you for the evening." He said with a smile.

The latino his felt his cheeks warm again and swallowed nervously before he spoke, "what's yours?"

"I go by many names, but you can call me Diamond."

He tilted his head slightly in thought. "Diamond, that's...unique."

"Glad to know my name is unique to you," he said with a chuckle.

Thinking he offended him, his eyes widened slightly and he shook his head. "I didn't mean they were unique, I think they're great. I mean-no wait I-,"

He grinned, "it's alright." Raising his hand he moved a feather, brushing his finger against his skin before sliding it down his cheek and gently caressing it with his palm. "I know what you meant."

The latino was pretty sure his entire face was the color of a tomato the second his brain realized his face was close to his. He froze the minute he felt the soft material on his cheek and brought his face even closer to his, their lips only a centimeter away.

"May I?" he asked, his thumb brushing his bottom lip.

Carlos had no idea what to do, his mind was completely blank and he felt his heart thudding against his rib cage and his palms sweating. "K-Kiss? I-I don't-uh Diamond I-,"

"Please," he pleaded; Carlos felt his chest tighten at the soft tone of his voice and when he saw his hazel orbs dim. "Please let me, I know we just met, and this might sound strange and naïve but I couldn't remove you from my mind when my eyes first lie upon you and never felt my heart beat like this for anyone before," he said brushing his lip with his thumb again. "If you don't want me to, I won't force you and as a gentleman I will respect your decision."

Carlos clenched his fists at his request; he only danced with Diamond for only a short amount of time, he didn't know anything about him except only a name to identify him by. He tried to open his mouth to say no, but something within him stopped him, he was tempted, very tempted, for his soft lips to touch his, he shouldn't kiss a man he met for only less than an hour.

Instead of moving away from lip locking with a total stranger he took his other gloved hand in his and looked deeply into his hazel orbs. He didn't need to speak, his answer was is in his eyes, Diamond understood and moved his hand from his cheek gently grasping his chin and leaned forward connecting their lips in a gentle kiss.

Carlos felt time stop the moment he felt his lips, he closed his eyes savoring the feeling of how soft and warm they were and felt every cell in his body was being enveloped in heat almost burning him. He felt hot in his suit, but dared not to move not to separate himself from Diamond, what felt like hours to him was only a few moments before they parted with a soft almost faint pop.

The latino opened his eyes to see Diamond with his lips parted open and breathing a bit heavily, he felt his heart beating profusely in his rib cage and realized he too was out of breath. Diamond smiled and kissed his cheek surprising the latino, "it's a shame you have to wake up so soon, I wanted this night to last forever. I'll see you soon," he whispered in his ear.

"What?" he asked; confused. Before he can ask what he meant he kissed him again.

Carlos tried to pull back, but felt a firm grip on the back of his neck keeping him in place, he felt light headed and quickly blinked when his vision began to blur and couldn't quite see Diamond's hazel eyes clearly.

Again, he blinked.

Instead of Diamond, he saw a white ceiling decorated with glow in the dark stars. He slowly sat up and looked around to see he was in a bedroom instead of a Greek style garden, looking down he realized he was in a black undershirt, with light blue boxers instead of a red suit. Finally, he touched his face and felt no mask or the feathers that occasionally brushed his temple that decorated the mask.

A dream? He looked around to see his white room filled with posters and pictures of his favorite, movies, bands, sports, and pictures, there was a desk clattered with books, papers, and a half opened laptop. He saw a few leftover chip bags on the floor next to controllers connected to a game system underneath a flat screen tv and across from his room was a half opened door filled with clothes hanging inside and some on the floor, his closet.

He looked out the window nearby to see it was daylight instead of the full moon star filled night sky. With a sigh he fell back on his bed and closed his eyes.

Only a dream, he confirmed.

It was so real, he touched his lips and felt them warm remembering Diamond's soft lips; he couldn't help but feel it was more than a dream.

This story and the idea for it was inspired by an amazing work I found in Deviantart created by xxPaperkut called Jarlos-Masquerade (go check it out) and songs Sweet Dreams by Beyoncé and Eurythmics (there is also a Marilyn Manson version) they're all amazing songs.

Man, it felt great to write again, it's been a while. Hope you enjoy it. And I look forward to your review.

Updates: I will try to update this story as soon as possible, I will be very busy soon because I am new in college, so bear with me, but I will complete this story (and all of my other stories) no matter what.