He’d never realized how far away his chateau was from the nightclub before, Alein and Blue strolling hand in hand down the streets of Paris. The darkness that surrounded them was like an old friend, shielding them from curious onlookers and allowing them moments along their walk in which to become better acquainted.

It had surprised him the first time Blue had stopped them as they walked, plunging them into the shadows of an alleyway, Blue taking his admirer’s breath away with a firey, passionate kiss. It was Alein that surrendered willingly, his knees weak as the blonde allowed him no resistance, the kiss everything he had imagined it would be.

A few more times they had stopped and each time Blue became more aggressive in his affections, each kiss more deep and feverish than the last, their panting breaths mingling as their bodies cried out for each other, Blue’s pained groan in his ear the most beautiful melody.

“I want you so bad, Blue…oh gods…is that really your name?” he asked him.

Blue laughed. “Well sometimes I go by Enchante’, but I rarely use it when I’m intimate with someone. Although…I’m willing to whisper it in your ear as I fuck you senseless if you like.” he told him, licking Alein’s ear slowly.

Alein’s whole body shuddered. “Oh yes please…we’re almost to my home…but I have to warn you, I live with my family here. We’re very close knit, so we will have to be careful entering.” he told him.

Blue nodded, understanding completely. It would truly be a shame if the Papillon family woke up tonight, Blue recognizing the estate immediately. It was, after all, his job to know such things, he thought, in the business he was in…