On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
The ladies feet flicked upwards as their skirts fluttered prompting catcalls from the slightly drunken men and the hisses of envy from the women. In the back room Antonio's hands roamed over the snarling Italian dancer's body. Earlier that evening the young male had been just like the others dressed in a beautiful flowing red dress with his body fooling everyone into thinking he was a young girl, but the fire in his eyes revealing he was a boy.
"Go home with me?" Antonio purred into the boy's ear as the first snowfall gently began to dust the streets.
"I'm not a-"
"It's almost Christmas. I can't just leave you."
"Fine, but just for tonight bastard."
"Remember that night tomato?" Antonio asked Romano as the two of them lay together basking in the warmth of the fire.
"Shut up bastard. Not my fault you are just too good to leave."
Antonio grinned and curled up closer to Romano delighted that this dancer had become his.
…Nine ladies dancing
Here is the Spamano. My muse deserted me and I was trying not to delve too deep into the higher T rating! :) 4 days to go!