Yours? (MxM)

Chapter Sixteen: Meet & Greet

Camden
   I was awoken by an obnoxious rapping on the door. I groaned, shoving my face in a pillow. "Alastair, " I kicked his leg. "Answer the doooor!" He gave me an incredulous look, but grabbed his robe and answered the door anyway.

   "Prince Auriel, what do we owe this pleasure?" He bowed. Auriel gave a long glance at either of us. "You're expected downstairs. Immediately." He turned on his heel, flanked by Alexei.

   Alistair turned to me. "We should get going then. Hell hath no fury like the royalty scorned."

  We made our way downstairs, watching maids and butlers rush frantically. "What's going on?" Oliver turned.

   "My nephew's son wishes to host his eighteenth birthday here. We must prep for a ball." I perked. "A ball? I've never been." Alistair commented. Oliver gave us a warm smile. "You will not soon forget it. We throw splendid balls."

    Alucard came rushing down the stairs. "Darling, let me tie up your hair for you!" Oliver waddled after his gargantuan mate.

  "A ball," Alistair repeated. "Sounds fun!" Oliver came back shortly. "Goodness, I need Julius DuMont stat!" He grabbed a phone straight from the olden days. "Julius, darling! I need your expertise, we have a ball toni-- sigh, yes a ball, of course you're invited, I just need you now! Okay dear, love you."

   "You two, here." He snapped at servants. "Alert me when Julius arrives, do not move from this spot unless you're informed me he's arrived." They nodded vigorously.

     Sooner or later, there was a loud knocking on the main entrance, before a man kicked it open. He was dressed to the nines, dangling his sunglasses from one hand.

"Oliver, I had myself teleported for you, darling. " His eyes flicked to me. "Camden Silver. Pleasure is all mine. " His eyes sent sweet chills down my spine, as I noticed his curled horns for the first time. He was followed by another man with horns, but not curled.

   "Oliver!" They rushed into each other's arms. "I need outfits stat, dear. Can you do it?" They conversed for a few seconds, before Julius eye raped me. "I'll have no problems with that."

   Alistair and I were taken into a separate room, where I stood on a footstool as I was measured. "I know exactly what to do for you, little one. Stay in the corner so I can measure your lover. I'll have the clothes done in about an hour. "
  
   I watched as Alistair got the same treatment. He was quite spooked, I don't think he's ever been measured before. "Are you okay?" He tilted his head. "I-I think so. That was my first experience with an incubus."
   The word again.
  "He's an incubus. You can tell by his horns, but typically, in a human settings, they'll hide them."
   "Wow," I whispered. "An incubus. And the one with him?"
  "A Class One demon. They're extremely powerful and tempting." And these are Oliver's friends? He doesn't seem like someone who he'd be friends with.
  "What do we do now?" He asked. I shrugged. "Just wait an hour, I guess."
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  "Oh my gosh," I twirled in the suit. "I'm gorgeous!" The deep violet set off my eyes and hair, and the little silver details and buttons glowed so gorgeously under the lights.
  "Call me whenever you want a suit made. I also make lingerie." Julius winked, handing me a sweet gray and gold card.
   "Now, your man." Alistair was on the pedestal again, but he was in a maroon red suit with gold embellishments.
   "My," I breathed.  "You're gorgeous!" He blushed, and wrung his hands. "Thank you."
    I thanked Julius, and invited him to help us with our wedding, which he graciously received.
  "Ah, the Silver boy! How are you, dearie?" The lady with the miss matched eyes from the court greeted me.
   She hugged me, suffocated my with her breasts, whereas her scary husband, a tall demon with blaring red eyes shook my hand. She moved on to Oliver, doing the same thing to him.
   My eyes locked with a waiter with champagne flutes. I grabbed one, thanked him, and sipped away.
     "Here he is! The man of the hour!" A boy I've never seen descended the stairs, with a flowing braid of red hair and a gold and ivory dress.
   "My nephew's son. It's his eighteenth birthday." We stared at each other. "The  moon is nearly here. Watch."
   As Oliver's nephew stepped down, his dress slowly faded from white to black with red.
   "Pretty," I whispered, my vision fading. My ears started the ring, and the world turned to ink.

          "Camden? Camde--!"