BaiLamos

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Notes:

italic lines = some of the lyrics in the song BaiLamos from the Wild Wild West soundtrack
navy = Zelgadis's thoughts
blue = Gourry's poem
purple = Xellos's poem
green = Valgarv's poem

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It was one of those events. The kind he hated with a passion, but got roped into anyway. How he hated the princess and the sorceress for dragging him here. Into this ... this ... this ... dance!

Tonight we dance
I hate dancing.

Then they abandoned him here, sashaying off in search of princes to woo. He shook his head, their quest was foredoomed to failure.

We take the floor
I am not dancing!

Gourry suddenly appeared by his elbow, grinning widely. He tugged him away from the wall and his sulk.

Nothing is forbidden anymore
That's what I'm afraid of.

How had he gotten himself into this? Dancing with Gourry of all things. It was just a gentleman's reel of course, reserved for men ... but still ...

Nothing is forbidden anymore
Country reel, brought to fore by carefree steps
Step forward then back, clasp hands ... clasp hands!?!

Drawn close to Gourry, he managed a weak grin, before they broke off to reel again. It was like Gourry himself, this dance ...

Nothing is forbidden anymore
Laughter and spinning forms, bonds forged in movement
I don't want to do this. Really, I don't.

Bright and open, hiding nothing, but with unseen currents beneath the surface that ran deep. It was tantalizing, the brief touches.

Nothing is forbidden anymore
Let it go, spin away, return to the hands that wait, butterfly
He's my friend for gods sakes!

He shook his head quickly to clear it, concentrating only on the dance and not on his partner.

Let the rhythm take you over by lamore!
Tango with darkness, held in violet bonds
I am not dancing with Xellos!

He was claimed by other hands as the dance changed to something more passionate. Gourry bowed out to be replaced with ever-smiling Xellos. Almost immediately he was drawn into the swift moves of the tango and the fiery emotions it evoked.

Let the rhythm take you over by lamore!
Like prison chains, like sweet bondage
Bondage?!?! Sick thoughts ... I am not thinking sick thoughts. I'm not!

As Gourry was the reel, Xellos was the tango. Violet eyes full of fire and promises, hands clasping and holding tight, like silken chains that vowed forbidden pleasures in darkest night. Like sweet manipulations, the dance clung to him, guiding every step.

Let the rhythm take you over by lamore!
Dance with the devil, but hold the body of an angel
An angel ... apt description. So's the devil. But what an angel ...

Unconsciously he found himself returning the hidden promises, bending willingly to Xellos's lead, molding his body to the Mazoku's with every spin. He didn't notice the applause as it ended, lost in amethyst eyes that smiled and closed once more as he was swept away again.

Gonna live this night forever by lamore!
Intense waltz in a sea of gold, Sparking fires on distant shores
Finally, a clean dance with no sexual overtones ... I think ...

His new partner was a fraction shorter than he, but Valgarv made up for the loss in presence. An intensity lay in the golden, cat eyes as they danced, formal and apart, hands barely touching. To him it was tantalizing and frustrating, to be keep apart when he wanted to be close. Promises ...

Gonna live this night forever by lamore!
Insatiable hunger forged into life by a single touch
Oh, for more than just a touch! Did I just say that?

Like before, the waltz was wholly Valgarv. Distant and cool, but burning at the touch, when they finally met. Fire in a sea of delicate gold touched emerald. He wanted more ...

Gonna live this night forever by lamore!
Delectable movements by hands, phantom heartbeats in hazy lights
I could get lost in his eyes ... and I want to.

For him the world seemed to focus and narrow to just his partner, like it was just the two of them, separate and apart. He found the gaze he held with the dragon more than enough, the single touch all he could want, the heat he felt from their close division sated him for now. And when the music stopped, he found himself reluctant to release the hands he held, feeling the same from Valgarv as their hands clasped tight and let go, another silent promise shining in two pairs of slitted eyes.

Nothing can stop us tonight!
Speak for yourself! But still ... to dance again ...

He glanced wistfully out onto the floor when he finally returned to his spot near the wall ...

Nothing can stop us tonight!
Nothing, nothing, nothing ...

Startled, he woke up, breathing hard. He felt his heart flutter in his chest at the memory ...

Memory or dream?

If it was a dream, it was a sweet one. If a memory ... worth every moment. With a smile, Zelgadis dropped back onto the bed and closed his eyes in sleep, happily snuggling within the arms of his dance partners.

What?!?!?!

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