A young man

Shaking the cobwebs from your mind, your own reflection growing ever clearer. Blue eyes locking with yours, short ash blonde hair and dressed in such a way you'd never seen before, it was as if your were going to a masquerade ball. Your attention is quickly snatched up by the sudden intrusion of another.

Swiftly you turn to see an innocent grin and a pair of groping eyes "Well you're the last guest I assume...you're delicious." You find yourself staring back dressed in navy blue his small frame and elegant features leaving you just a little confused...this man was...beautiful though he didn't look two days past 19 at the most. Black hair green eyes and those lips curled about a finger tip as he finished his appraisal of your body.

You're not sure how to answer him but the words 'Thankyou' tumbles out of your mouth regardless.

"Oh so bashful I'm going to like you, come with me I've the pleasure of showing you to the ball room." He sweeps to your side and takes your hand. Unusually strong for his size Calvin doesn't waste any time. He takes you into the 'restored' mansion alive with torches candles and faceless servants all wearing masks. You almost feel naked being the only one other than the young lord without one of these masks, all eyes seemingly following you both to and through the ballroom doors.

At first it seems empty save for a sweet but subtle melody, swaying back and forth. Calvin parts from you and unto the dance floor the music growing ever stronger as he dances all his own to the phantom tune. Sweeping up to you he pulls you to him to dance. 1'2'3'...'1'2'3'...'1'2'3' he whispers into your ear as if his words **** your feet into step.

Your vision fades and fuzzes only to refocus and the room is filled with men and women all wearing masks...you want a mask. Stepping in time with the young lord all eyes following you two, eyes like ice sliding down your back back...Wait that was Calvin's fingertips, those delicate fingers had hooked into the waistband of your pants holding your hips as you both danced.

"Never danced with another man I see." He grinned "Well allow me to oblige you another first." Eyes locked you seem to freeze in place as his lips press to yours. Calvin forcing a kiss upon you with that same unnatural strength as before, his wicked little tongue invading your mouth.

You've never considered yourself gay but here you are being frenched in a ballroom surrounded by leering eyes fingers curled inside your pants. Yet the only thing you can seem to do is stand in horror and confusion. "So how do I taste? I can arrange for a little more." He whispers after breaking the kiss leaning into your ear and teasing with his teeth.

What do you want?
Run?
Give in?
Try to take control?