A Dance With Deceit

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Summary: Logan is not a dancer. Deceit intends to fix that.

Pairings: Loceit

Warnings: None that I can think of, Deceit is in this but he isn’t being evil. Just kind of mischievous.

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Logan was usually not one for indulging in late snacks. However, there was one particular treat he simply could not resist. He hummed quietly to himself as he searched for his favorite food, the light from the fridge illuminating the dark kitchen. His eyes darted from the strawberry Jell-O Patton had made earlier that day to Virgil’s private stock of dark chocolate bars (that he really should do a better job of hiding due to a certain creative trait with a fondness for chocolate) but Logan could care less about these desserts.

Where is my Crofters?

Logan could practically taste the sweetness of his favorite fruit spread. He already had a spoon in one hand, all he needed now was the grab the jar and retreat to his room to enjoy his treat in peace. After several more seconds of searching, it soon dawned on him that what he was looking for wasn’t in the fridge.

Well, that is odd… Logan frowned and peered inside the fridge. I know I put another jar in here the other day. Patton even assured me this morning that none of them had touched it…

He moved various food items aside. Perhaps Patton had moved during the afternoon in order to make room for the Jell-O. Sadly, this was not the case, and his search turned out to be fruitless.

Where did it go?

Logan stood up and huffed. He didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but when it involved Crofters his own logic was usually thrown out the window.

I don’t believe this! One of them stole my Crofters! Why?! Who?!

Patton would never steal from anyone, so he was immediately ruled out as a suspect. Virgil liked Crofters, but not enough to where he would steal Logan’s special jar.
Roman also liked Crofters and was guilty of stealing food from the others before. However, he’d been holed up in his room all day. Logan hadn’t seen him at all except for at dinner when Patton insisted he eat with the rest of them. After that, he’d disappeared into his room again.

Logan sighed and closed the fridge. So much for a midnight snack…

“Looking for something, Logan?”

He whirled around to see a shadowed figure leaning against the counter across from him. Despite the dark, Logan didn’t need to see him in order to know who he was.
“What are you doing here, Deceit?”

“I wasn’t hungry, and wasn’t thinking about finding myself a late night snack.” His yellow eye flashed in the dark for a brief moment. “I haven’t found something more interesting though…”

Logan narrowed his eyes. “I am not in the mood to play your games, Deceit. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to bed now.” He walked past him and headed for the stairs only to stop when he felt a gloved hand wrap around his arm.
“What’s your hurry? Why not stay and talk for a while?”

“I am going to bed.” Logan yanked his arm free from Deceit’s grasp and stormed towards the stairs. “If you don’t leave, I’ll have no choice but to wake the others, and I can assure you Deceit, Roman and Virgil will have no qualms with driving you away again.”

“Aw, but Logan…”
The Logical Side let out a startled grunt as he walked into Deceit, who was standing in front of him somehow. “I don’t want to spend time with you…”

Logan adjusted his tie, trying to mask his rapidly growing frustration with the Dark Side. “Deceit. I will not ask again. Leave, now.”

“Oh, very well… I won’t leave.”

Logan nodded. “Thank you, goodnight.” He stepped around Deceit and began making his way upstairs. No sooner had he placed his foot down on the first step did a pair of arms wrap around his waist.
“What-” He was unable to finish as he was suddenly swung off the stairs and spun around. It didn’t take him long to realize what was happening, or who was holding him.

“De-Deceit! Put me down!” 

Deceit chuckled and set him on the floor. Logan sighed in relief and smoothed the wrinkles out of his shirt before turning to confront the Dark Side.

“Deceit-” Again he was cut off by his hand being grabbed. Without warning, he was pulled forward, the sudden action causing him to lose his footing and fall against Deceit.

“Come on, Logan. You could at least try and keep your balance.” Deceit grinned.
I’ve had enough of this. Logan pushed Deceit away from him but that plan backfired almost immediately when he latched onto his wrists. He was pulled forward again, his face inches from Deceit’s.
“Care to dance?”

“D-Dance…?” Logan stammered. Deceit’s eye flashed again and with a snap of his fingers, the living room was transformed. Logan found himself inside of a ballroom. A chandelier hung from the ceiling lit by dozens of candles, providing enough light for him to see but not enough to illuminate the room completely. He looked down and realized with a jolt that he was now wearing a black and white suit, complete with gold buttons, a bowtie, and white gloves.

“Shall we?” 

Logan turned to see Deceit extending a hand to him. Unlike himself, Deceit was wearing his usual outfit.
“Sh-Shall we what?”

Deceit smiled and took his hand. “Shall we dance?”
Logan’s throat felt dry. He wasn’t used to being in this setting. This was definitely Roman’s department, not his.

“Something wrong, Logan?” Deceit asked, tilting his head slightly.

“I-I-I don’t… I don’t dance…”
“Oh?” Deceit pulled him closer.
Logan nodded, unable to say anything else.
“Well then,” Deceit took his other hand, “we’ll just have to fix that, won’t we?”

Logan opened his mouth to object, only to stop when he heard the distinct sound of a piano.
Deceit hummed. “It’s our song.”
“De-Deceit,” Logan finally found his voice again, “I told you, I don’t dance.”

“Why? Because you don’t like to? Or because you don’t know how?” Deceit asked slyly.

“There’s no logical reason for me to know how to dance.”

“Ah, so you don’t know how. Worry not, I’ll teach you.” 

Logan sighed. “Deceit, that won’t be-”
“First, you put one arm here,” Deceit took Logan’s arm and wrapped it around his waist, “and I do the same.”

Logan’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Then, I hold your hand like this.” Deceit laced their fingers together, white mixing with yellow.
“Deceit…”
“Now, I lead.”

Before Logan knew it he was slowly waltzing across the ballroom floor with Deceit. He had no idea what he was doing and could only try his best to keep up with Deceit’s movements.
“Just follow the music,” Deceit closed his eyes, “let it guide your steps.”
“How can music guide my steps?” Logan frowned. “It is music.”

“Exactly.” Deceit opened his eyes and smiled. “What better teacher to have than music?”
“I-I thought you were teaching me…”
“I am merely a helper.”
“Well, your methods don’t appear to be working. I am just being dragged around by you.”
“It’s only your first lesson, Logan.” Deceit chuckled softly. “You can’t possibly expect to learn everything right away.”

“I suppose that’s true- Wait what do you mean first lesson?”
Deceit grinned and, instead of answering, lifted his arm above his head and spun him. Logan slipped almost immediately and fell backward, only to be caught by Deceit. “Balance is key, Logan. Remember that.”

“I-”
Deceit stood him up and resumed their waltz, the music picking up speed. Logan was at a loss for what to do. He looked at his hand which was still intertwined with Deceit’s, then down at the arm wrapped around the Dark Side’s waist.

What would the others think if they saw me now?

He glanced at Deceit to see that his eyes were closed again.

Why is he doing this? What goal is he trying to accomplish?

Was it a trap? Was he trying to distract him from something? Mess with his head?

“Something on your mind, Logan?” Deceit inquired.
“I am trying to figure out what you are planning.”

“I thought it was rather obvious.” Deceit opened his eyes. Not faltering once in his step as they continued their dance.

“Why have you brought me here?” Logan tripped over his feet. Deceit steadied him.
“Don’t think about it too much.”

“I think I have a right to know what’s going on.”
“I’m talking about the dancing. Don’t think about it.”

Logan blinked. “Deceit-”
Deceit grinned sheepishly before spinning both of them around the room. Logan could only cling to him as they glided across the ballroom floor. Everything moved past him in a blur. He felt Deceit’s arm tighten around him slightly and went to question him.

“Just helping you keep your balance,” he answered before he could even ask.

Logan’s eyes widened as the dance picked up speed. He didn’t think it was possible to be moving this fast, but they were. It became rather evident that this was Deceit’s dance and he was merely a part of it. Unable to really do anything else, he allowed Deceit to lead him in the dance and observed.

The Dark Side was surprisingly graceful. Every movement he made was smooth and calculated. As if he pictured everything in his head in perfect detail before carrying it out. Being this close he could clearly see Deceit’s scales, and how the faint candlelight was reflected in them, giving him an otherworldly look.

Speaking of which, Deceit seemed to be lost in his own world. His eyes remained closed and a look of serenity was on his face. Gone was the lying, manipulative snake that Logan was so accustomed to. In his place was a mysterious, captivating stranger.

And, despite his better judgment, he found himself becoming drawn to him with every passing second.

A smile appeared on Deceit’s lips. Before Logan could say a word both were spinning, then he was falling. Logan braced himself for impact, only it never came. Instead, he felt Deceit’s arm wrap around his waist, catching him mere inches from the floor.

The music stopped, and everything was quiet. Logan gasped, his chest rising and falling with each breath he took. He was currently standing on one leg, the other one was left suspended due to the position he was in. Holding him was Deceit, his face mere inches from his own.

Logan’s face turned bright red. “De-Deceit…”

“You did well.” Deceit’s other hand rested on the back of Logan’s head, guiding his face closer.

“I…”

This is it! He’s been waiting for this moment! For me to lower my defenses so he can-

Deceit stood him up. “Thank you for the dance, Logan.” He bowed and kissed his hand. “I look forward to our next lesson.”
A shiver ran up Logan’s arm. His heart was pounding and for reasons unknown to him, he couldn’t form one cohesive word to say.

Deceit smiled and tipped his hat. “Goodnight.” With a snap of his fingers, everything disappeared. Logan found himself back on the stairs, wearing his black polo and necktie.

“Deceit?” 

The Dark Side was nowhere to be found.

Was-Was all of that in my head?

Logan stood motionless on the steps for a moment, waiting to see if he could catch a glimpse of him in the dark, but there was nothing. He sighed and walked up the stairs. There was no point in watching for someone who wasn’t there.

I’ll just go to my room, eat this jar of Crofters, and then-

He came to a stop. Crofters?

Logan looked down at his hand, his eyes widening when he saw a jar of Crofters.

But… how?

Again he looked down at the living room only to find it empty just like before.

Had it all been his imagination?
Logan shook his head. Preposterous, I never have daydreams that vivid. And why on earth would I daydream about Deceit of all people?

Which meant, it had been real. He had been whisked off to some place and had danced with Deceit, but why did it all feel like a dream?

Shaking his head once more to clear it, he walked up to his room and closed the door. Left to ponder the night’s events alone over a jar of Crofters.

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