Chuck was embracing Charles Carmichael, super spy, tango extraordinaire, able to seduce anyone with his moves. He forced Casey round the room in sharp turns and vicious bends with a quick shaded glance before retracting all eye contact and snapping his head away. Casey followed the lead amused at the kid's determination. He was surprised at the sudden promise but he wasn't going to make it easy.

As Chuck pulled Casey back into his chest, Casey turned his back and pressed into Chuck's front, he dragged his hand down Chuck's face as his body slithered down. Chuck wanted to flinch backwards as Casey's firm behind ground down with a little too much pressure, but Carmichael remained rooted. Casey rode south till he was perched on his haunches his hand still distractingly lingering on Chuck's hips till he spun with his leg outstretched knocking Chuck off his feet and catching him stretched over his knee inches from the floor.

He pushed Chuck down the rest of the way and began crawling up his body from his feet. "Don't let your partner take control. This isn't a respectful school prom, a tango is a battle. Find their weak point, abuse it."

Chuck was trapped in a cage of solid limbs as the agent crept up his body, till Carmichael took over. He leisurely dragged one leg up in between Casey's parted thighs, a slight pressure to disconnect his thoughts for a second, giving Chuck the chance to use the raised leg to hook it over the side of Casey's torso and flip him onto his back. Casey hit the floor with a sudden intake of breath staring up at Chuck whose hands were fixed either side of his head. Chuck smirked, eyes calm and dark. Casey had never seen this side of him and he watched with intent as the slender man ripped off his tie with a dramatic flourish in time with the music.

Chuck thought he saw Casey gulp, it urged him on. Chuck rose to his feet, pulling up the agent with him.

They circled each other, Chuck holding the silk tie stretched taught and wrapped around his fists. Staring each other out. Daring. Chuck stepped first, Casey struck out his hand but Chuck caught it fiercely, using it to force Casey back with every step he took forward. Casey hit the wall. Chuck turned and leant his back into him, his hands going up over their heads so the tie secured around the back of Casey's neck, he used it as an anchor to grind down the man and back up again, before forcefully twisting himself round and pushing them off the wall.

Chuck had the advantage, positioned behind him he tightened the grip on the tie around Casey's throat choking him slightly, Casey groaned. Chuck pulled harder tipping him back on to his heels and dragged the bigger man backwards across the room. The song was coming to its dramatic close, for his finale Chuck flipped Casey into a harsh side dip. He held him there, his knee under Casey's back to support the weight. They were both panting hard. Noses almost touching and breathing each other's air, their chests simultaneously rising together. And Casey finally being able to satisfy the eye contact.

"But the most important part of the dance." Blew Casey trying to find his voice. "Is to always end in a kiss, that will make them follow."