Eiji blushed as he stared down at the outfit forced on him by his sometimes friend. He was decked out in faux leather leggings, a short form-fitting red qipao with a large gold dragon embroidered across the chest, and simple black flats on his feet. Yut-Lung eyed his work critically before smirking.

"He looks good enough to eat, doesn't he Blanca." He said circling the older male. "Worthy of coming to my party."

"He does look pretty cute, but I don't get what was wrong with his clothes before?" Blanca said giving the Japanese boy a considering look.

Yut-Lung lifted Eiji's chin with a finger analyzing his face.

"Darling, bring me my gold mesh Chanel makeup bag please." He asked his boyfriend sweetly.

Blanca made his way to the large vanity on the other side of the room and picked up the small bag before bringing it to his lover.

"The reason…" Yut-Lung started swiftly taking the bag and pulling out a small makeup brush, liquid liner, mascara, and 2 eyeshadow pots. "...is that I will not accept low class casual at my 21st birthday. It is a milestone in my life and I will not see it tarnished."

He applied red eyeshadow to Eiji's lids and a metallic gold to the inner eye. He held the elders face in a vice grip as he expertly swiped wings with the liner and applied a bit of mascara. Eiji pouted the entire time but didn't object. Yut-Lung grinned at his handiwork.

"Fuck I'm good." He said I self-praise.

"Can you not right now?" Eiji groaned.

Yut-Lung tapped him on the head with the eyeliner making the elder flinch.

"Hush you uncultured swine. I will not have you set foot anywhere near the ballroom without at least a fraction of my good fashion sense."

Eiji looked at him in disbelief.

"Are you serious right now?"

Blanca finally took pity on the younger man and moved forward to wrap his arms around his lover's waist.

"He looks good babe." he said kissing the side of Yut-Lung's head. "Why don't you finish getting ready."

The long-haired male hummed in agreement as he made his way to a nearby changing screen to get dressed. Eiji nodded to the elder man in thanks. Blanca returned it with a grin.

"I can't wait to see Ash's reaction to you."

"Not Shorter?" Eiji questioned.

"I think we all know he is going to make a scene." Blanca replied.

3 hours later saw the birthday bash still in full swing. Ash had yet to relinquish his death grip on Eiji's hip and Shorter had yet to stop taking group selfies of them all together. As soon as the Japanese boy set foot in the ballroom his boyfriend' eyes were glued to him. As much as Eiji despised Yut-Lung's criticism of his wardrobe, he had to admit that the younger man had taste. Shorter couldn't stop trailing his hands along his thigh and Ash kept kissing the sliver of visible skin at his neck. The 2 damn near growled when one of the elder Lee brother's associates came up to Eiji with a flirtatious grin. Eiji thought it was adorable how protective they were being.

It was sickeningly cute and Yut-Lung wanted no part in that. Instead, he found himself draped elegantly, and drunk, across the lap of his lover. His legs were put on display in his navy blue Qipao with silver embroidered peacocks. The slit in the dress ran up to his hip and left a lot of skin on display for all to see, but only one would enjoy. Blanca kept many onlookers at bay with his deadly stare and the possessive hand he kept on Yut's waist. Wellwishers could approach, but they did not stay for long. At some point, Yut-Lung had taken out all of his hairpins and left his thick straight hair loose and flowing across his back.

"Sergei I want to cuddle." Yut-Lung pouted lifting into the cobra position to stare in the elder man's eyes.

"I thought we were." Blanca said in confusion.

Yut-Lung shifted until he was fully seated in the man's lap and gave him a smoldering stare and a long passionate kiss.

"I said I want to cuddle."

Blanca stared blankly before realization hit him.

"Ohhh."