Juka was in his best sexy black dress, complete with shimmering sequins and bright eccentric makeup. His hair hair hung long, for once, and he wore a matching pair of black gloves on his hands. He didn't' know why but he just felt like tonight was going to be special and he simply had to take the extra step to be even more fabulous than usual. So, before leaving his apartment he slipped on his best pair of stiletto boots and took one extra long look in the mirror, just to make certain. Today, he decided, he was going to go see what the clubs of New York was all about and maybe, if he was lucky, meet a gorgeous boy or girl to bring home with him.

Sadly Juka still hadn't gotten around to getting himself the motorcycle he so dearly wanted so there really was only one other way to get around and that was, of course, to float. If he had any knowledge of money or finances at all he would have realized that his father hadn't even given him enough money to get his oh so dearly desired bike, but that knowledge would come (with much sorrow to be sure) later.

Juka stepped outside onto his balcony and a moment later he was bubbled and floating swiftly through the air. He was feeling in a particularly good mood that night and more than a little bit mischievous so instead of his usual caution when using his powers, remaining high above the city where no one would possibly notice him, he floated just above the rooftops, doing acrobatics in the air as he went. It really great fun and those land locked people really didn't know what they were missing.

Juka giggled as he spun his bubble around upside down and then righted himself again. This was indeed going to be a good night. He could feel it.

Venus was bored and lonely and he didn’t stay that way for long, He had a slew of numbers he could call to solve that problem, but he didn’t feel like trying to remember any of the reasons he hadn’t called sooner or this or that or that or this. He wanted to go out on the prowl, he wanted to go out and hunt… capture and conquer. Sometimes he wanted to be the query, but it wasn’t in the cards tonight. He stretched in the White silk of his emperor sized bed, and climbed out of his bed, the silk was the only cloth touching his body. It slid to the bed and then the floor. His feet met the soft, well groomed, shaggy, maroon carpet and caressed his feet with every step. He went to his closet and looked in his closet. He was thinking a club, He wanted to go big game tonight, He didn’t want cute or pretty, he wanted sexy, sensual. He wanted someone that came with their best and that is exactly what he would get; he might even hit a hotel tonight instead of heading back to his own little paradise.

He grabbed a pair of white silk boxers, Black slacks wiggling to get his tail threw the custom tailoring. He threw on a white tank top and a white button up with a small intricate but barely noticeable design, it was simple, but he was capable of making simple look good, He put on a pair of shiny black and white wing tip dress shoes. He grabbed a pair of suspenders and a black Vest. He acquired a modern cut black coat with a bit of an Asian accent to it. Most would say he was over dressed, but he will simply reply that everyone else was underdressed. He snatched up a pair of keys to one shiny red sports car, Had he even been home for an hour? Oh well, the night was young.

He looked to the lithe form still in his bed nude…ah, she’d figure it out whenever she woke up, He shut the door quietly. Double checking to see that he had his wallet and he was off.

Juka landed a block of from the Scarlet Arrow nightclub and removed a mirror from his handbag in order to double check his hair and makeup. And it was perfect. Simply perfect as it always was. He put it away and smiled to himself. He was going to make an entrance today. Where Juka Miami went people watched and since this was his first time in a club since coming to the city, well, he simply had to make sure that everyone who saw him knew exactly how fabulous he was.

With a practiced walk that caused his hips to sway provocatively with each step Juka made his way to the entrance. He winked at the bouncer guarding the front door. "You don't really need to see my id?" he asked with a full lipped pout and just as he saw the bouncer begin to get ready to protest he planted a flirtatious kiss on the man's cheek. The bouncer waved him in, as Juka knew that he would. He was Juka, after all, how could they not let him in? His very presence made the club a more desirable place to be.

The first think Juka did upon entrance to the club was find himself a place to sit at the bar and order himself a water. He never drank, of course, nor did he eat meat or dairy. He had to maintain the perfect body and doing so meant avoiding any poison that could possibly mar his unearthly beauty. Sitting at the bar gave him a view of everyone in the club. Eventually, he was certain, someone would come to him asking him to dance. They always did. It was hard, sometimes, being the most stunning creature in the entire club, but somehow he would manage.

Venus walked up to the door surpassing the queue all together with not a peep out of the line waiting crowd. He held up a few bills and tucked them into the bouncers pocket on the way in with out so much of a word from the fellow, he probably could have done so with out the cash, but bouncers tended to be full of them selves. He walked into the entrance and surveyed the scene. His eyes landed on a gorgeous little thing at the bar and confidently strode that way.

With in a moment he was centered in front of her Juka, Slowly and thoroughly Venus took in the vision that was Juka, It wasn’t the leacherous look of someone who lusted.It was the more appreciative gaze of someone who knew what they wanted and would have it. Instead of bothering with a line just yet, boldly his hand raised and wiped the most miniscule droplet of water from Juka’s bottom lip, so carefully that not a bit of the make up would be damaged. He moved his finger deliberately slowly away and tilted his head toward the dance floor behind him. The question was in his crimson eyes but never made it to his lips.

“Let’s dance.” It wasn’t a demand, yet somehow it wasn’t a request, it was merely a statement of what the two sexiest beings in the club should be doing.

Juka couldn't help but notice the large, red and impeccably dressed creature that walked through the door and, he was more than a little pleased to note, he was noticed as well. And what a specimen he appeared to be, like no one Juka had ever seen before and he was instantly drawn to the man. And, of course, he knew that it would only be right for the two of them to dance together seeing as how they were the most amazing two in the entire place.

And then when the red man approached Juka and gently wiped the drop of water from his lip, ever so careful to ensure that his makeup remained untouched, his precocious heart almost melted right there. He smiled seductively at the not quite demand to dance and got to his feet without a word. Even with his 3 inch stilettos his dance partner was still a good half an inch taller than he and much broader as well, but that just added to his exotic appeal.

"Let us turn the heads of every one of these people so they cannot help but worship us," Juka stated, extended his hand to be led to the dance floor. And he had no doubt that the crowd would worship them.

Oh, Juka was tall, he liked that, it was rare his face was near his partners while standing. And Juka had submitted without a word, he liked that even more. His arm was offered in a gentlemanly way, though they were both dressed higher class then this place would usually call for and a they didn’t fit the tyoical look of what the music demanded of it’s dancer’s none of that mattered because they quite obviously owned their surroundings. They moved as royalty would and so the surfs moved out of their way. Looks of awe and respect, sometimes fear.

"Let us turn the heads of every one of these people so they cannot help but worship us,"

Venus tilted his head as they strutted and sashayed onto the dance floor and stated.

“It is only right that they do.”

And so they began to dance. For Venus’s part, he was a sensual being and so that came through in every move of his body, he started out as he would he thing, first he got to know his partner found Juka’s rhythm and matched it, it was much more important than matching the music’s not that the flawless one before him would dare be off beat. He could sense it and after that he let more of himself flow into the dance.

Although the music was not typical for Juka it was, nevertheless, entirely evident that he was a practiced and talented dancer. He moved with perfect grace, in time with the beat of the music, allowing himself to lead and be led as best fit the needs of the song and his partner. This was where he truly excelled and his every movement exemplified that fact. He knew that every face in the place was watching the two of them and secretly reveled in the attention but did not allow even a hint of his awareness mar the the human art he and his partner were creating. Every movement served a purpose, one more stroke of a human paintbrush. His paint was his arms and legs and it flowed beautifully upon the canvas of the dance floor.

It was a rare pleasure to dance with Venus, almost effortless to create a masterpiece with someone every bit as graceful as he himself was. Juka smiled up at the large red creature before him, silently admiring. He molded his body to that of his partner, matching the other's sensual moves with actions equally as sensual.

In the distant back of his mind Juka knew that each and every one of the people within this club would remember their epic dance and that they would never see anything like it again. He and his partner were as gods to these people, perfect movement and perfect rhythm, one with each other and with the music. It was with some reluctance that he stepped away from the man at the summation of the song.

Venus wasn’t quite done dancing with Juka by the time the song decided to finish, He had noticed something about Juka and was pleased with It, when their bodies were so wonderfully close, it could have been his imagination but the majority of him hoped that it wasn’t. He wouldn’t point out such things as he wasn’t the type to make blundering moves…now where did he recognize his prize from?

He tilted his head and followed, he hadn’t the slightest inclination to simply let perfection escape him. Venus knew what he wanted and he got what he wanted, Most of the time.


He spoke soft as he could while remaining loud enough to hear. “are we leaving so soon?” He took a step and closed the small gap Juka head left. He could see the regret in Juka’s eyes about even the small space and corrected it. He made his assumptions, but felt they were correct; perhaps there was another place that would be more worthy of them.

The others that danced around them matter little if at all to Abyss, yes they crowded about and most eyes were at least glancing there way, but that was only to be expected. Few moved like they just had and those that were close didn’t capture it without appear to have to work at it, for them it was effortless.

Juka smiled up at his large red dance partner as he asked if he was leaving so soon. He very much enjoyed the fact that he did have to look up to meet his eyes, something that was rather uncommon given his own height and his tendency to wear heels. There was something delightfully exotic about him, something Juka had never seen in anyone else and he couldn't help but feel more than a slight attraction to it.

"I will follow you to the ends of the earth and back again," Juka replied softly. While the words were said in typical dramatic fashion, their tone was wholly tender and honest and for this night he meant the words even if tomorrow night he would return to his usual life of dramatics and flirting. He would never be the type to dedicate himself to a single individual, but for this night only he would do so.

"I do not believe I have gotten your name." His voice was slightly breathy and he moved his body closer to that of his partner's, eliminating what small space remained between them. By now the attention of the others was completely irrelevant, allt hat concerned Juka was the attention of the god before him.

~~"I will follow you to the ends of the earth and back again,"

“ I think I’d like that, but following won’t be necessary, we shall walk side by side.”.

~~"I do not believe I have gotten your name."

He wasn’t absolutely sure when he first saw him, but as they spoke and he moved he was sure of it.

“No, I suppose not Juka,”he paused to make sure the recognition wasn’t unwelcome. “My name is Venus.” Venus had first learned of Visual Kei when he telling Pluto that his anime music was stupid...He certainly wouldn’t listen to American show sound tracks all day. And Pluto turned the tables in two ways, one proving that he would in deed listen to American show sound tracks and two showing Venus that the Japanese had a whole genre specifically dedicated to beauty. He would have begrudged Pluto the win except he had him and he knew it.

“Lets go somewhere and get to know one another.” Venus said unbound by the typical social rules, from what he had heard of Juka’s exploits He would be like minded. He took Juka’s hand and lead them out of the club and to his shiny red toy of a sports car. He opened the passenger side door for Juka.

Soon they would be driving to the nicest, closest Hotel he could find, from there he would demand the very best.

Juka was positively delighted when Venus named him by his proper name, not only because it seemed that his musical exploits had reached much farther then he could have ever expected, but also because it was his much revered partner for the night that was the one to know him by name. He smiled adoringly.

As Juka allowed himself to be led out of the club, he ran his fingers lightly along Venus' arm. He noticed, fleetingly, jealous eyes on the two of them as they made their exit. Well, it was only right that they should be jealous, mere mortals that they were compared to the virtual perfection of both himself and his partner. They saw the two of them and knew that they looked on divinity. But none of that really mattered, not tonight.

Juka enjoyed the car ride to the hotel room, choosing to remain mostly silent, simply watching Venus as he drove. This would be a night for him to remember, he was certain of it. He had never met anyone quite like Venus before and, quite rightly, believed he never would again. This night would be theirs and theirs alone and he was determined to make everything of it.

When Venus’s hand wasn’t changing gears or reluctantly helping the other hand make a turn, it was on Juka’s left knee, ring and pointer finger making miniscule small circles on the cloth just below the knee cap. Venus made a small comment here or there but, he was too distracted by Juka to even complain about the terrible traffic, if it wasn’t moving that simply meant that his hand had more time on his knee.

He did take the time reserve the best Villa at the Hilton and place an order for several things to be waiting on them tonight, nothing unnecessary but things they wouldn’t have to bother with later. The kitchenette was already stalked of course so they should be good to go. Would accounting threaten to take away his black card again for superfluous expenses? Probably, but it would be worth it.

He pulled into the Valet’s Drive way and smiled at Juka as the valet was opening the door for him. He tipped generously, and tossed the man the keys, not even making the usual weak joke about watching the paint. He escorted Juka in to the lobby again a gentleman.

Juka enjoyed Venus' small caresses on his leg and saw no reason to hide the fact. While not too obvious about it, had there been anyone watching,t he way he moved and reacted made it apparent that he had no desire for Venus to stop what he was doing.

Despite the fact that the hotel was obviously high class, only fitting for the two of them, Juka barely payed it any attention. His eyes were only on Venus and everything else paled in comparison. He gave a polite nod to the valet, not even bothering with his usual dramatics and peacock struts. Tonight wasn't the night for such things.

Juka allowed himself to be led into the lobby, being led like proper nobility. He felt a little like a princess on the night of her betrothal to her prince.

(Juka I took some pretty big liberties here, I hope you don’t mind, if you do let me know and I will change things to fit your liking asap.)

Elevators were held, arrangements were made, people stepped aside differing to their betters, soon there would be only two and that was all that mattered. Everything seemed to be right, even the music that played over the elevator encouraged the pair to their destination. He opened the door and scooped Juka up carrying him over the threshold, it felt right, he didn’t set him down until he walked through the high class living room and through to the next room, the walls were all windows and the site was all New York night Sky line. He set Juka on the edge of the bed He then left and came back with two long wine glasses full of champagne.

He then set on the edge of the bed next to Juka. He smiled sheepishly …how many words had they spoken? Very few, yet here they were, when he intended to go looking he should be so lucky to find such a high caliber prospect much less win so effortlessly. Even if it was by Juka’s graces. “Your absolutely beautiful you know?” His mouth found it’s way to Juka’s neck as he whispered more. “ I think I would like to know everything about you. Would that be alright?”

His lips continued up til they found an ear, and nibbled.

Juka giggled as he was so valiantly scooped up and then deposited on the bed. He looked up at his big red prince, adoration in his eyes. The hotel was perfect, the room was perfect. Everything, it seemed, was perfect this night, his Venus being the most perfect thing of all. And Juka knew that he would be the perfect little princess for his prince because he couldn't possibly be anything else.

Juka beamed at the compliment to his beauty and literally purred as Venus' mouth found its way to his neck. "Oh my wonderful prince, you are quite stunning yourself and to get to know you...all of you would bring me nothing but the utmost pleasure." His voice was lower than usual with just a hint of huskiness.

Juka strategically moved his body closer to Venus' as he began to nibble on his ear. "And what, my perfect prince, would you like to know about me?"