Sanders Sides Oneshots

(Logicality & Prinxiety) come with me, and you'll be...

Logan eyed the beautiful male from afar, the glass of champagne slightly trembled in his hand while the other grabbed at his pocket watch. It was a nice simple silver watch, with a thin chain, nothing else was engraved on it except his initials. He shifted his gaze to the watch and frowned, only a quarter past midnight and the young man had still not moved from his spot on the large leather seat, crowded by many people.

Logan sighed and tucked the watch back into his coat pocket, he looked around, people stood and conversed in low chatter. Others sat with glasses in their hands or cigars hanging from their lips, all in all, this was no normal get-together.

If it were, Logan would not have been invited.

That much he knew.

He set his untouched glass down on a nearby table, and as soon as he did so a loud, obnoxious voice boomed from afar. “Greetings ladies and gentlemen! Thank you all for coming to tonight's get-together, tonight shall be an eventful night. One that you surely will not forget.” The head of the mansion walked down a large set of stairs, he wore a rich thick velvet robe. One of his hands clasped the end of a cane, the other a large glass of wine.

Roman Prince was the young man's name, one of the wealthiest aristocrats alive. And the smartest. And, although quite inappropriate for Logan to be thinking about, the lad was quite handsome.

Logan glanced back at the younger male who had caught his eye earlier, he was dressed in a light blue button up shirt, black slacks, fancy black low heeled shoes, and nice glasses rested on the bridge of his nose. His eyes were a beautiful mocha color, it reminded Logan of a warm cup of tea or the rich soil of the earth. But that wasn't what had intrigued him. No. What intrigued him was the necklace he wore.

The gold chain glimmered beautiful, and the heart-shaped red ruby resting against his chest glistened and shimmered.

Now Logan was no thief, he was fine with the money he made, and he never ever committed a crime. But the necklace made him feel desperate and alert, as if he had saw it before, but where? He knew he had seen the necklace somewhere. He really did, and the man. Oh the beautiful angelic male giggling and talking to others, the way he made Logan's heart flutter in his chest was sureal.

“Now shall we begin with a dance?” Roman suggested, shaking Logan from his stupor. The young man cleaned his throat and straightened out his coat, he controlled his shaking hands and shut his eyes for a moment, he breathed in and exhaled slowly. When he opened his eyes again he nearly jumped out of his skin.

There, standing a few inches shorter than him stood the beautiful male with the brightest smile on his freckled face. “Hello, I'm Patton Hart. It's a pleasure to meet you.” He greeted. Logan felt the familiar rush of blood rise to his cheeks, he swallowed the lump in his throat and returned the smile. “It's a pleasure to meet you as well Patton, I'm Logan Sanders.” He took Patton's pale hand into his own and gave it a short, firm shake.

“Would you join me for a dance?” Patton asked bashfully, his eyes meeting his shoes. “Of course, that would be swell.” Logan agreed and led Patton to the farthest corner of the room where not many people crowded them. He rested his hands on Patton's slim waist, Patton in return reached over to wrap his arms around Logan's neck. And then, as soon as the orchestra began, they swayed to the soft, slow music.

Patton looked up and met with Logan's eyes, he blushed and willed himself not to look away. Logan did the same, but he had more practice when it came to holding his calm composure. “It's quite late out, do you have a chauffeur with you?” Logan questioned with a raised brow, trying to start a light conversation. Patton giggled. “I don't need one, I'm old enough to take care of myself.” He explained. “You look no more than a youth of seventeen.” Logan retorted. “As do you, perhaps we're both liars.” Patton suggested.