Hello again! Sorry for slow updating, ideas are usually hard to come up with... My apologies! Regardless, I hope you like this one-shot. It's somewhere along the lines of an Assassin/Mafia(?) AU? I'm not entirely sure, please correct me if I'm wrong.

Heavily inspired by multiple playlists on Youtube — often titled as "Dancing With Your Enemy" — or something similar.

Happy reading!~

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Tugging on his black, skin-tight vest, Marth glances out the window of the car. The dark scenery of nature whizzes past as the vehicle pulls up to a much brighter scene. Peering from the backseat, the light bluenette gazes through the dashboard glass — an illuminated mansion slowly comes into view, closer and closer.

The driver, glancing up at the rear view mirror, smiles. "We're nearing the destination, sir. Please remember the agency's order." They reach towards the passenger seat and hand Marth's golden stilettos behind them.

With a soft exhale, the assassin nodded and took his weapons, sliding them into the rings of his thigh holster. He was attending the party for one reason, and one reason only. Murder the singer. Ike, the man behind civilians' deaths by poison. Innocent lives — always attending his famous performances to dance along — killed by his secretive acts of spiking drinks.

"A reign of terror will soon come to an end..." Marth muttered under his heavy breath, the car pulling next to a few empty vehicles in order to park.

Once the engine switched off, the bluenette stepped out of the car, his eyes fixated on the grand entrance's open doors. Frustration nearly spread across his face as he stared, disgusted by how expensive the mere doors looked. A sigh escaped Marth's lips as he made his way to the mansion.

Upon first glance, the whole place seemed unnecessary for a mere performance, but considering who was hosting such an event... it's not a surprise. Two finely dressed men in black suits stood on either side of another pair of grand double doors. Faint sounds of a jazz band could be heard, the trumpets and saxophones showing much effort as their musical notes drifted through the air.

With a faux smile on his face, Marth nodded to the two gentleman as they briskly opened the doors, allowing the secretive assassin into a place he could thrive. The jazz music suddenly blasted itself in Marth's face once he stepped foot inside.

The ballroom-esque of the area seemed fitting, judging by the crowd's outfits and their styles of various waltzing, tango, salsa — whatever it may be. Women wore beautiful, flowing gowns as the men wore elegant suits and ties. A waiter paused in front of Marth, offering a tray of wine glasses. Nodding in gratitude, the bluenette gratefully took a glass, lifting the cup to his lips. As Marth took a small sip, his gaze lead towards the large, flat podium near the back of the room.

He swallowed the bitter wine, removing the glass from his mouth as he stared at his designated target. The bluenette took a brief moment to examine the man's appearance, checking to make sure this was the correct person.

A tall, young man of decent stature with silky, navy blue hair and pale blue eyes that could pierce through those who stared into them for too long. As the lyrics of the music flowed through his lips, his expressive emotions showed just how dedicated he was to his songs.

"How interesting... for a murderer."

The brass instruments abruptly ended with a fierce note as the song had finished. Marth's eyes drifted away from the stage as he drank the last few drops of his wine — the next musical piece playing, an instrumental this time. The waiter passed by, allowing the light bluenette to put his empty glass back onto the tray.

Glancing back at the stage, Marth felt a small pit in his stomach as the singer was no longer seen onstage. Before he could react any further, a firm hand wrapped around his waist, spinning his body around. In an attempt to reach for his stilettos, Marth's hands were held captive in another's grasp as he was forcefully pulled towards someone.

"My, my... To what pleasure do I owe for you to be here?" A low, husky voice mumbled near the assassin's ear, sending a shiver down his spine — Marth's breath hitched in his throat as he glanced up to see the one and only singer, standing before him. Able to gain full control over Marth's body, Ike swayed along to the music, an amused smirk worn on his face.

Marth snarled, an eyebrow sharply raised as his vision drifted away from the much taller man, "Oh? Were you expecting a random stranger, such as myself?" He shot back in disbelief, that this secret murderer could've been waiting to be assassinated, willing to dance with the person who would soon cause his downfall.

A scoffed passed through Ike's breath as he gently pulled Marth closer to his body, his arm slinked around the light bluenette's waist as he gently dipped the man into the floor. "I know exactly why you're here." He whispered, pulling Marth back to his feet.

The navy bluenette's gloved hand slowly slid down the shorter male's back and towards his thigh, taking notice of the two golden weapons that had shimmered under glass chandelier's light. Shudders of disgust and fueled hatred traveled down Marth's back as he bared his teeth behind sealed lips.

Slipping one stiletto out from its ring holster, Ike chuckled as he lifted the weapon up to their faces, "Is this for me?"

"Who said I was using them for violence?" Marth's bright blue eyes narrowed as he fiercely stared into the singer's own. The taller male's unfazed expression remained smug as he gently slid the dagger back into its place, regaining his grasp on the assassin's waist.

"There's no need to keep secrets, my dear." The navy bluenette muttered, twirling Marth's body around, his back now pressing against Ike's chest. His head gently rested in the crook of the shorter male's neck as he continued, "Killing me right away wouldn't be fun. Besides, there are plenty of people who will see. You can do what you wish in a more... private room... later."

A shock pulsed through Marth as the sultry words of "private room" rang in his head. An uncontrollable blush spread across his cheeks, causing him to cough lightly. A soft laugh was heard from behind him as the two continued to dance across the whole floor.

A smooth build up from the jazz band slowly crept up along with the movement of their waltz. Ike, who knew the words coming up, smirked as he spun Marth back around. His index finger traced the light bluenette's collarbone, along his neck and up to his chin. Maintaining eye contact with Marth, the singer's thumb rested on top of his chin before filling the non-lyrical gap in the song; "Sway with me~"

What Marth thought was nearly a kiss, made him indulge deeper into their tension-filled tango as they had swept the floor from any other dancing couples, leaving it open for themselves.

In that moment, the assassin's task was long gone from his mind. No matter how hard he tried to deny the feeling, there was no resisting his attraction towards this seductive singer. Marth gently bit down on his lip as Ike's hand caressed his arched back — a wave of sudden pleasure washed over him.

Without saying a word, the taller male stared into the eyes of the enchanted assassin — his obvious dilated pupils and slightly parted lips — a grin faded onto his expression. Once more, Ike swiftly lifted the light bluenette's leg up to his hip. In a split second, as Marth was dipped downward — his palm gripping onto the back of Ike's head — the breath-filled gap between them was sealed. With a surge of lust, Marth roughly pressed his lips against Ike's own, no regret or second thought given.

"Agent M, do you copy? Have you accomplished your task?"

And in that moment, the assassin's heart dropped.