Love Is Ǝvil

26 And Since Birth I've Been Cursed

After a while their breathing was back to normal again and they slowly untangled themselves. Nicolas brushed a strand of black hair behind Marshall's ear and made the earring chime, his thumb caressed a rouged cheek. "You're make-up is ... smeared."

"Figured that", Marshall agreed and pulled at Nicolas's collar. Even though the kimono looked in disarray and chaotic, there was still no skin to be seen. How did these things work, seriously? Then he stood up, or tried to and groaned. That hurt. Nicolas needed to learn some patience next. "Fuck", he growled.

Nicolas helped him to his feet. The grin on his face was not remorseful in the slightest.

On bare feet he walked out into the hallway and into the room with his stuff just a few doors down. He winked Nicolas to follow him. Back in the room he gestured Nicolas to open the corset for him. There wasn't any protest. Marshall felt the strong hands on his back, one steadied his hips while the other one pulled the laces open row after row. Meanwhile Marshall took the cat ears and the wig off and wiped the smeared make-up from his face. Getting back to his regular self.

After the last row of laces was loose, a kiss on his neck. The hands reached around, declamped the three red chains with the kitten heads and put them on the table. Then Nicolas's hands unhooked the front of the corset, the busk opened and it almost felt like he moved with reverence as he undressed Marshall.

Marshall must be seeing things. He unbuttoned his blouse and folded it neatly.

Nicolas leaned against the table and observed every move of his.

"What?", Marshall asked. "Never seen a man half dressed with a skirt before?"

A smirk was the only response. As expected by now.

So, he took his t-shirt and pulled that over his head. A change of skirt for jeans and he examined the satin folds. Hopefully their fun hadn't ruined it. The folded skirt also went into the bag, where the blouse and the corset rested. "Oh whatever, I can do the rest later", he decided and grabbed his sneakers. When they left the room, he locked it up again. "Back to the party", he said with half a smile.

Nicolas just nodded and stroked his the small of his back for a moment.

The music was still on, laughter and chatter underneath, his friends still had fun at the party. It was good to see that, even if Marshall had neglected some of his host duties in the last couple of ... He didn't even know how long they've been in the back.

"What happened to your costume?", Denaun asked

And startled Marshall with that. "Shit, don't do that", he grumbled. Where did he come from just now?

Denaun looked at him worried. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just, didn't see you there." How would you, with your eyes still drooling over your boo.

Denaun still looked at him that way. "If you're worried about Danny, don't be. We took care of him."

"What?", he frowned at his friend. "What does that mean? How did you ... What did you ... Wait, ya'll didn't kill the guy, right?" This was not a gangster movie. Well ... a quick look to Nicolas's sword. The thing was fucking real! They needed to have a serious talk about that.

"What? No, of course not." Denaun shook his head. "Not yet at least. But we made sure, he knew what's up." Then he took a phone out of his pocket and handed it to Marshall. "And we took this from him, just to make sure, he didn't try something stupid."

Unbelieving he looked at the piece of tech, then looked up to Denaun. "That's Danny's? Why do you have that?" Sure, he was glad that the pictures wouldn't get out now, but he felt like he was missing a piece of information. "Why did you take care of him in the first place?" He sucked your brains out just now? Because they know, homo, how'r you this stupid and slow?