||[May. 22nd, 2006|11:56 pm]
Write something, you wimps!!
Challenge Prompt: #4 - Night and Day at writeyouwimps
Summary - Yuuri finally acts like a normal teenage male, and gets a little help from someone who he deems safe. Yuuri/So Not Normal Pairing Character.
Notes: Pairing wise, I thought Murata/Yuuri was the most obvious choice for this prompt, and Wolfram/Yuuri the second most obvious. I wanted to avoid the norms. And yes, it’s always about Yuuri when it comes to me. =^^= I'll probably continue with this story after my class has finished, but I thought this was a very good place to stop in case inspiration never comes back.
For these sorts of things, these urges that had nothing to do with love or affection, one had to be careful when deciding what to do. Especially if the person with said urges was the Maou of Shin Makoku.
Yuuri was careful and considerate in his choice, something he could not be accredited to doing many times in his life. It had to be someone who didn’t hold any special affection for him, but it also had to be someone he knew could be trusted. Sadly, that didn’t leave him with too many options, but he at least knew there were two people he could be sure of, and also wouldn’t feel too bizarre with. Maybe.
He later figured he didn’t want to learn about any strange fetishes Gwendal might be hiding, and that decided it for him. The other would be easier to approach on the subject than Gwendal anyway.
And so it was.
They were as different as night and day, in every sense conceivable. Yuuri was vaguely aware of it in the physical sense of coloring and build, his partner considerably light against Yuuri’s dark features. But he could only fully appreciate the differences, the less noticeable yet more important ones, in the moment that experienced and playful fingers danced across his body. He writhed beneath the larger form, his body unsure whether it felt tickled, inflamed, or something that lay between. His reaction alone made him feel quite inadequate.
“Stop thinking,” a low voice commanded against as the fingers slid lower, feather-light madness against his inner thigh.
“Please…” he pleaded, body having decided on its reaction. He arched upward in hopes of just the slightest contact, but the fingers slid away and hid behind his knees to continue their teasing.
Not to be denied, Yuuri quickly changed his tactics, shifting to attack the exposed collarbone within his reach. His tongue trailed across it slowly, dipping into the hollowed crevice before drifting up behind his lover’s ear. His teeth nipped at the sun-kissed earlobe, and his efforts were rewarded with a low groan.
“Yozak,” Yuuri growled, his voice unrecognizable to his own ears.
“Now you’re starting to get it,” the redhead replied smugly. He knew the Maou would be a fast learner.