A long black coat with white trim swishes about at the young man's heels as he walks, the ornate buttons giving a shine when the light hits them just right. His boots pad over the carpeted floor of the large dining room, gray eyes scanning over the scarcely lit space. Stark white locks spike down around his smiling countenance, those tresses barely covering the red scar stretching down the left side of his face from under his eye. As he steps up to an elegantly decorated table he runs his white-gloved fingers along the crimson table cloth. The trio of tall candles in the middle of the table burn brightly enough to give light to the whole table. Silver place settings for two are at either end of the rounded square with a clear crystal goblet beside the silverware resting in a neatly folded, cloth napkin.

Heels thud softly against the carpet as a tall, umber skinned man strides into the room. Dark, wavy hair is pulled back away from his sharp face by a single ribbon. Piercing golden eyes trail over the young man's body as he gets closer, only taking them down to the table when he sets two platters of food down with elegance. His stature is full of purpose and dignity as he walks around the side of the table, tilting his head down to give a miniscule smile at the white haired man in front of him. In return said man reaches up to brush at some of the hair falling to the side of his face, out of the ponytail, letting him see the mole beneath the dark man's left eye.

He drags his hands over his tuxedo as he walks around the young man, pulling the polished wood chair out and glancing down at the red velvet cushion, "Allen, sit." A polite nod is what the man receives as Allen stands between the table and the chair. As the chair is pushed up underneath Allen as he sits the man runs a hand down the chair and onto Allen's shoulder. From there it reaches over Allen's chest and cups his chin, letting the much taller man lean down as he pecks Allen's upraised lips. "Thank you for coming."

Allen let's keeps his head tilted back against the back of the chair even as the man returns to the other side of the table. He finally smiles back at the man before turning his attention to the food with shining eyes. The man tilts his head to the side as he watches Allen eye the food, "I bet-"

"Why not just enjoy the meal Tyki."

"Because I bet that I can dominate the kisses I plan to give you later tonight."

Allen merely raises a slim eyebrow before pushing his chair back and standing. Stepping with confidence he stops just beside Tyki's seat. He places his hands on either side of the older man's face and pushes their mouths together. One hand slips down along Tyki's chest to rest on his thigh and with a single squeeze Allen dominates Tyki's tongue, pulling away with a grin. "I win."

Tyki wraps his arms around Allen's waist, tugging him down onto his lap, "Not tonight," and pecks Allen's blushing cheeks.