The 4 Beat waltz

I. Party

Part 1. Maxwell's POV
The party was full of people, witches, mages and fae that held a high status. Nobody would shut up, everyone talking about their new car or property they bought or something of the sort. Max was tired of it , he never wanted to be here to begin with , never in a million years. But the council wanted him to go. It was "good for publicity." 'What fucking publicity?' was Max's question always. Nearly all the humans were scared of him and yet people of a higher status looked down on him due to his disdain of power. Also his general childishness , there was always that.

Of course if Max really felt like it he could scream homophobia but that would get him nowhere , considering most people are somewhere between gay and gay. Flamboyance and the fashion and everything you'd associate with your typical gay man.

Which max wasn't , he was closer to stereotype autism. Showing up to the function in nothing but jeans and a nice shirt the council forced on him because 'if you go in one more shitty science T-Shirt Maxwell...' they couldn't do anything though, Max was king of the underworld after all. Though the council threatened to dethrone him once or twice over going to functions looking like utter shit so Max decided a nice business shirt would have to do.

He was sipping on alcohol , standing on the smokers balcony looking up at the stars. He couldn't name many constellations but he knew they were there, well he knew the big dipper and that was right overhead. The stars were a comfort to him  , the sky was always there when family wasn't, always will be there at worlds end and was there right at the worlds beginning. At least he hoped the sky would always stay there . Fuck knows what would happen if anything else happened. He was being far too philosophical for one day. Hopefully the alcohol would numb that.

Another male joined him on the balcony, smaller at 5'4 with a mop of blonde hair. Well curly mop at least somewhat styled , his style was awfully feminine too. Fancy. May sound bigoted as fuck, but coming from another gay man this is what max meant when he thought that all fancy people were on either extreme of the gay spectrum. He half expected the small male to have "the voice"

But he didn't , he spoke in a soft, mildly Dutch accent

"Excuse me , Aren't you Satan? What are you doing at a party like this? Every news source says how you hate parties." He asked , giving a small courtesy. Max cringed , he was no better than a teenage kid ... aside from the fact he was 23 and had a gold crown sitting on his dresser at home, like fuck was he taking it out else he'd be robbed. He thought about his response a bit before he did , didn't want to seem rude. Didn't want to seem snobbish, he just wanted to appear .. well normal. Somewhat.

"I do hate parties my council just make me go because publicity," he mumbled , putting his drink down and lighting a cigarette. Taking a drag he started talking again "I mean the alcohol is usually good , my only issue is people with power talking about it all night."

The other male let out a small laugh , lighting a cigarette himself, a weird sort or cigarette , smelt different. Let out thicker , more vivid smoke. More of a blue tinge. Probably some magic shit  Max didn't care enough to understand. But the smoke looked so pretty as it trailed into the sky.. almost hypnotic as the smoke spun into pretty spirals..

He eventually ripped his attention away to focus on the other male, who was talking again.

"Yeah.. that's a valid reason to come to parties like this. I do it for the drugs, but each to their own you know? Though, I don't take you for a guy who does drugs. Do you?" He asked. Max just shook his head , back to being transfixed on the smokes. Curse his attention span. The other male seemed to reach some sort of realisation

"I never introduced myself. I'm Oswald, just say Ozz comes off the tongue easier. And you are...? I know you're Satan but that can't be your legal name"

"Maxwell. Say Max.." he mumbled as he continued to stare. Ozz smiled approaching him. He put out the strange cigarette before holding the others hand gently. Unknown to max, he moved the free hand closer to the others drink. Hovering for a second and then putting it up to his lips

"Drink." He said, near enough commanding. Firm but in the softest manner possible. Max obediently sipped out the glass. He had no idea where his mind had suddenly gone or where it was going now. Why was the other making him sip his drink? It's just a drink. Did he put something in it? No, nobody would be dumb enough to spike him, right?

But the world started spinning, mind gone faster. He wasn't too sure what was going on but he saw himself being lead inside by the other. Moving into a bedroom.

But he didn't do anything. To his knowledge. Before the memory slipped from him too.

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Part 2. Oswald's POV
Having the literal Satan tranced out and drugged in front of him wasn't on his bingo card for 2023, but it was what was the current situation was. He looked so peaceful the way he laid down in front of him. He picked up the drug from some alchemist at the party- a mild sedative but mostly just to make the world seem a bit ... hard to navigate.. it seemed to work well. Too well. But that was probably the alcohol mixing with the drug. Nothing to worry about. He probably wouldn't remember this come tomorrow anyway.

He was such a pretty boy. A square jaw with gorgeous blue eyes, brown hair that was a mess with the occasional once-green streak. He mumbled something about being drugged , it sounded more like a question than an accusation. Ozz had to let out a grin. He had cno idea what was going on , he had never had situations at a party. Which was surprising given how... gorgeous he looked. He belonged in a museum. Right beside things like the Mona Lisa or whatever modern artwork people are oogling over today.

"Mijn Maxje.." he whispered as he gently trailed his hand down the others arm. He knew what the next , move now would be , something he had been planning for ages. Not specifically with Maxwell, this was just a bonus he was doing it with someone with power. He knew max never liked acknowledging just how much power he had "you're gorgeous , you know... may I?"

He didn't even wait for the others mumbled response , even though when it did come it sounded like a yes ... a confused one ... but a yes was a yes. Taking off their clothes and staring ozz came to find he was having  one of the best nights out in his life, and he had more than enough nights to say that actually meant something. But eventually he had to  had to get the other home. Which wouldn't be much of a challenge. He didn't think the other saw him slink off

He helped Max back into his clothes and got his own back on, leading him through the party.. which was somehow still going, though slightly more barren. There was only drunken groups or people in their own ... difficult ... situations. Before heading outside to order a taxi.

He found that max lived quite close to him a few days prior when he was googling the guest list. It wasn't his party  but he gently asked the host to give him the list. He helped max inside and into bed, he fell asleep quick. Drunkness was beautiful. He wouldn't remember this , maybe remember the pleasure but not the situation in full. Which was good for him he didn't really want to get beheaded for it.

When he left the bedroom a Pomeranian was looking up at him expectantly, sandy coloured , licking his shoes. It was adorable. He'd have to ask max the dogs name. He gently patted it and quickly left before he was caught.