There was a silence in the room that everyone felt. Pan's menions filled the room to make midsummer madness. Ysos transfixed himself and turned Les' blood into wine. The game had begun. Music from Pan started to pipe in the background as the two men stared at one another. Les laughed, uncomfortable at first, and his Grecian smile then set his face glowing. Sweat started to flow. They stalked each other as they were animals, and the panther in Ysos flashed in his eyes. A one, two hold four...like a carefully choreographed fight sequence Ysos advanced, then Les, an obstruction would block the hunters. Then one, hold, three...the preys would reveal themselves. Les extended his arm, and Ysos took it. And worked his hand down his arm to his waist. This time Les would not lead. I would be Ysos' turn. Ysos pulled Les close and they began to dance to the music in the room...
To be continued...
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