Prompt 15- In a Different Style of Clothing: Why am I so late at this one? I could think of NOTHING to go with this. I did the cosplay and kigurumi or whatever it's called which are both two completely different dresses for Vlad and I could think of nothing else. So I typed and ended up with this. Thanks :D

Rating: M

15. Rockstar

The Devil wears Prada?

Please, she wouldn't be caught dead in Prada.

No, the Devil wears that of her own concoction. In a dark room surrounded by needles and where the warbling cries of her half starved victims can be heard begging for release. She dons only the finest of silks and the freshest of leathers. Her smile is wicked and is feared by all for only she knows what ideas dance behind the fires of her eyes. And though she be not of towering stature she looks down upon all who glance her way.

But, we do not call our devil Satan or Lucifer or even Lilith.

Our sweet, red haired devil prefers the name Genie Blake.

"You know, I think I'm okay with those pants."

The pants in question are dark wash jeans with a careful stitching along the pockets that is almost ancient Aztec in style. This is not what draws out the former statement however. The jeans are meant for slim but sturdy hips and they rest precariously low to a region that should typically remain concealed. They were something only seen on the racks of very promiscuous mannequins. It was because of this that it took approximately five minutes for my eyes to adjust to the sight in the full length mirror and another three to note that it was my darling boyfriends eyes who I felt resting on the lower half of my body.

"Your approval is not necessary, Daniel." Which was true enough. Should Daniel have approved or not I would have ended up in this exact same position. I should only be thankful that the top is a very simple, cool blue, v-collared shirt. Not even I care to dance with the devil when it comes to her creations.

"Oh but it was, Vlad, darling. You look absolutely magnificent! And if Daniel had not thought so I might have to have tried the leather." Speak of the devil…

Daniel looked down at Genie, who stood so prominently in the dressing room, and grinned. "Well now that you mention it. Maybe they aren't all that. I think I should see the leather just in case."

The red-haired devil gave a sly smile and turned on her wicked stiletto heel. She said no more as she left the room.

My glare turned on Daniel whose beautiful azures were dancing like the oceans in their glee. I am more than positive that I have the deadly habit of underestimating the mind of my boy but I had hoped in this case our goals would have been mutual. After all he stood before me in a studded waist coat and absolutely delectable, white cropped denim. Even the dark biker boots on his feet, though beyond anything that would end up in my closet, were just perfect. It was like looking at what he could have been, had the forces of evil (his words, not my own) won out in the end.

I would probably admire him more if I weren't so ticked at how comfortable he looked. While in my future, lay a hanger with a strip of faux cow that would no doubt need to be chainsawed off my being by the end of the night. Goodness, why did I agree to play fashion doll?

"Isn't this great? You're a shoe in for governor after this."

Oh, that's right.

In Daniel's and Genie's deluded minds the people wanted a governor who was more relatable. One who did not spend his days on a throne making 'proclamations of awesomeness'. Not that I had a throne or ever indulged in the word awesomeness but I could see where the two were coming from. And though I was supposed to be promoting a more environmentally aware line of clothing I didn't understand why I couldn't do it in a suit rather then… bleh!

"Genie said that a lot of voters these days are like 24 or younger so if this doesn't get to them then I don't know what will." Daniel kept on as he fixed the lightly gelled spikes in his hair. I'd beyond learned to tune out the sound of his blathering. "Sam is bringing half of the ACLU and the techs that have been working on the fabrics drew in a lot of Tucks crowd. Even my parent's managed to gather a good deal of parapsychologists to attend. My mom was pretty convincing in her argument that the environment is very important to ghosts." His laugh rings in the small room and I can't help but reach over and bury my nose in his hair. It smells of product but also so undeniably him.

"Hey," he swats at me and I almost let go, "hey, what if someone were to walk in? Remember what we talked about?"

No, I didn't remember. All I knew was that I absolutely wanted to kiss this boy's lips.

I turned him and though he pushed away I captured his lips. There was no understanding why Daniel did not want to reciprocate but I knew how to change that. Sliding my finger towards his navel I undid the first button of the waistcoat and spread my hand out palming the taught skin caught under a silk-like undershirt. He is beautiful.

"So are you."

I feel the pull of his lips as he says it. Whatever I said out loud I don't care, I just take advantage of the part and pull him closer to me feeling a spike in the coat press against my shoulder and it almost hurts enough to pull away. But I don't.

Daniel's hands grip my wrists and I know that if he tried he could have torn me from him but the velvety feeling of his tongue across my lip says pulling away isn't an option anymore. Instead he moves my hands from his navel to the back of his strong thighs and I take the hint. Lifting the boy into my arms I seek the nearest wall and press his chest into mine. I almost wince at the waistcoats adornments again but instead I groan and pull him closer to me. The boy has barely enough room to reach down between us and I'm so focused on placing my mark on the only exposed part of his neck that I admit shock when my length is in the capable hands of my boy.

"Daniel," I breath it out, I am sure there is more to what I was saying but I forgot it almost instantly.

My grip on his thighs tightens and my head is resting in the crook of his neck, I can feel my breath quickening with each stroke of his hand. The rocking of my own hips is causing a delectable friction against the denim on my boys legs and I try for more but feel that Daniel has stopped. There is a frustrated growl in the air that I know is mine and I turn to look up at him. A smile is set on his lovely lips and my brow furrows.

"Put me down." he whispers it so soothingly I could never not comply. I lower him against me and choke at the friction at my swollen member. As soon as he is on the ground my lips are seeking his and I attempt to remove the white clothing from my boy. It seems, however, our plans were not mutual.

My hands are against the wall caging the kneeling form of my boy as he takes my length past those plush lips. The jeans from earlier are stopped at my knees but I don't have time to think about anything more as Daniel's head starts bobbing and a hard hum starts. I gasp for air and my knees are ready to give out, the pace quickening with each second. Reaching down I take a handful of gelled strands and relish in the motion beneath my fingertips. My eyes, once momentarily closed, glance down and are instantly mesmerized by the glistening spit on the boy's chin and the thin circle of ice blue in his eyes. The flush of his cheeks, the red of his lips…

I restrain a cry out and instead release a half choke sound as my elbows hit the wall and I slump forward. There is barely enough of me to register the motions in front of me as Daniel cleans his mess, my half groan as he puts me back together, and the zipper of the jeans like the finale to an orchestra.

"I love you," he whispers against my cheek as he pulls me into him.

The soft creak of the door opens and Daniel nearly drops me attempting to step away. Luckily the wall is so very close.

"Oh, well if my dress hadn't snagged on the doorframe…" Genie's lilting voice was mocking me and I could not find the strength to care. Instead she draped a pair of faux leather pants on my arm. "Danny, get back to hair and make-up, honestly! I want you to look like a rockstar not a porn star."

One more high-pitched giggle and the devil waltzed from the room dragging my boy behind her, leaving me with leather constraints that I would have no choice but to willingly clothe myself in.