Ghost || 5SOS

Man

Calum soon found himself bored with the curly haired man, Ashton no longer had anything interesting to say and the brunet knew that the man probably only wanted to fuck and then never talk again.

"It was nice to meet you." Calum smiled politely, the curly haired man held out his hand for the shorter male to shake it; only for his hand to be denied as Luke led the brunet away from the strange man.

"I don't like that man. I can tolerate Dante more than him." Luke commented quietly as they made their way back to the bar.

"Speak of the devil." Calum grinned, his mood changing dramatically at the sight of the black haired male he so desperately wanted to know more about.

"Hey, Carnia." Michael smiled gently, placing his empty glass on the bar before standing in front of the two men.

"I'm flattered. But the masculine tone is Carino." Calum corrected, linking his fingers with the bony fingers that belonged to the hitman. "Wanna dance?"

"So we're just going to brush over the fact you're bilingual?" The green eyed man questioned as he willingly followed the younger male onto the dance floor. "Besides, how do you know I wasn't trying to be polite considering you appear more feminine tonight."

"I took your compliment, did you want anything else?" Calum giggled as he leaned up to Michael's ear only to drop his tone into a whisper, "because if you want to do things without my bodyguard around, I suggest you take me to dinner first."

For the first time in a while, Michael felt as if he couldn't respond with something witty, mesmerised by the brunet's beauty and humour.

The music picked up as the pair stepped onto the dancefloor, the sound of a classic tango started causing the older male to tense. "I think I should tell you now that I don't know how to dance."

"It's fine, I'll lead. The tango is easy anyway." Calum hummed, placing his hand below Michael's shoulder blades while putting Michael's on his shoulder. "Hold my hand."

Michael did as told, watching the shorter male set his legs in position. "You're my reflection. So if I step left leg towards you, you go right leg back, alright?"

"I think so." The hitman breathed out as he watched Calum's feet as he took a slow step forward, forcing the black haired man to step backwards.

The brunet's hand slipped to the bottom of Michael's back when he noticed the green eyed man lose his balance, "you good?"

A slight nod was given in response as he continued to watch Calum's feet. "Loosen up, you'll lose your balance again if you don't have the right centre of gravity. Just relax, it's fine. I've got you."

Michael rolled his shoulders slightly, trying his best to relax his muscles and focus on the steps. "There's a spin coming up, are you ready?"

"What kind of spin?" Michael panicked, he wasn't ready to do anything dramatic since he'd only just finished learning how to walk backwards in time to the beat.

"Just a turn, I won't fling you out or anything." Calum laughed quietly as he stepped to the side of the black haired man, slowly turning both of them as the music came to an end. "See, it wasn't that bad."

"Says you! That was horrible." Michael smirked, chuckling slightly at the wide smile that spread across the younger male's face.

"Give it a few years and you could probably do the Argentinian Tango." Calum grinned as he dragged the taller male off of the dancefloor and back towards the tall blond that looked highly unimpressed.

Calum looked down to his hand which was still linked with the black haired man's, only now noticing the snake head resting on the back of his hand. "Sekiro! Hi!" the brunet grinned excitedly as he rubbed his thumb against her head gently. "You didn't tell me Sekiro was here."