Title: Dirty Dancing
Pairing: Yuuri/Wolfram
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Cross-dressing (do I even need to warn for this?... It's pretty canon in KKM...)
Summary: Written for miss Kate for the dirty dancing prompt.
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Official functions were as inevitable as they were boring. And if you were the King there was no escape for you. The night was still young but Yuuri's head was already spinning from the endless row of acid-bright frilly gowns and excessively made up faces. Every young and, lets be honest, not so young lady present simply had to get a turn on the dance floor with His Majesty, and it was Yuuri's duty to indulge. He had been groped and his feet stepped on more times that he could count.
As the next girl flung herself into his arms, Yuuri glanced around the ballroom in the vain hope that someone might rescue him. To his own utter horror the only person approaching him was yet another overdressed and very determined looking young lady. 'Oh, no, not another succubus! This will be the end of me!'
The newly arrived girl did not waste any time and with a rudely hissed, "You don't mind if I borrow His Majesty for a minute, do you?" yanked Yuuri away from his previous dance partner, and started dragging him across the ballroom.
"Err... Miss?... Where exactly are we going?"
"Oh, you'll find out soon enough, you cheating wimp! How dare you dance with all of those grabby sluts?! They were all over you, it was worse then one of those strip clubs you have on Earth! If it is dirty dancing you want, then I shall give you dirty dancing!" said the girl sounding suspiciously like Wolfram.
"Wolfram?! What are you talking about? Weren't you the one that made me come to this? And why are you wearing..." Yuuri never got to finish his thought as he was bodily pulled into an empty room and pushed into an armchair.
He stared uncertainly at Wolfram, who stood in the middle of the room glaring daggers, "I will show you what dirty dancing is really all about!" Even though the door to the room was closed you could still hear the faint sounds of the waltz coming from the ballroom, but Wolfram seemed to be following his own rhythm as he started to slowly sway his heaps. His eyes never once left Yuuri's as his hands traveled up his chest and by swiftly undoing some hidden clasp made the frilly gown pool at his feet.
Yuuri swallowed heavily. Twice. Wolfram was a vision to behold, his slim body wrapped up in a tight black corset and his long legs shimmered in the black silk stockings. Continuing the seductive dance, Wolfram came over to where Yuuri sat and straddled him. He leaning over and ran just the tip of his tongue over the shell of Yuuri's ear.
"Now this is what I call dirty dancing..."