[Fic] With That Infuriating Smile
Author/Artist: Crystaltear
Characters/Pairings:Conrad, Shouri, Sort of implied Conrad/Shouri
Word Count: 542
Rating:PG13
Warnings: Sexual content
Notes: I can't believe I wrote this.
While the Mazoku from another world invaded his home, Shibuya Shouri sat within the safety of his room, bristling over the nerve of the men intruding. How dare they make his mother prepare all those extra helpings of food?! The nerve of them sitting in all his father’s favorite places to relax in the evenings! And what right did that idiot have stealing his clothes?!
It was really more than he could stand, and he could feel the anger rising with every thought that passed through his mind. He tapped the responses to his game automatically, his mind too preoccupied with his frustration to care much. Poor, automated Suki-chan’s heartfelt responses were all but wasted on him that night, though somehow still managed to be effective enough to shrink the space in his pants with painful familiarity. It was a new game, that must be it, and even the annoyance of the unwelcomed guest-guests-couldn’t ruin the newness of the simulated situation.
“You’ve been locked in here for awhile. Is that really so interesting?”
Shouri hastily clicked off the game, but it was too late: It seemed Yuuri’s “guardian” was determined to ruin even this for him. He turned his head to look, not willing to display his aroused state, and glared at the brown-haired swordsman.
“No one invited you,” Shouri whispered harshly, mindful of the late hour even in his anger. He was stating the obvious, but Conrad managed to look innocent as he smiled while on the wrong side of the door, the lock now returned to the state it had been in before the older man had picked it.
“You’ve been in here all day,” Conrad replied, as though it explained or excused the intrusion. He stepped forward, and Shouri’s glowering expression became heated in a different way as Conrad came within range of being able to see the tell-tale bulge in his lap.
“Wh-what do you want?!”
“I came to see what you were doing.” Conrad’s smile was calm as he leaned against the desk chair and gazed at the computer screen. “And you never answered my question. Is it very interesting?”
“No, it isn’t.”
“Well, it seems it is,” Conrad reasoned, causing Shouri to flush again at what he thought the other man was alluding to until he added, “you’ve been here since after dinner tapping away at it.”
“Get out,” the double black finally growled, embarrassed and angry and frustrated.
“All right,” Conrad relented, his hands raised in a show of surrender. “Have a good night, Shouri.”
With an infuriating smile, Conrad softly closed the door and returned to his room next door. Shouri locked the door once he left and pushed his chair against it for good measure, cursing the man all the way to the computer to turn off the screen. He flung his clothes away and kneeled upon his bed, the thoughts of Suki-chan lost but not their supposed effects.
And then he hissed Conrad’s name as though it were the most vile curse each time he violently pumped himself to his release, knowing the infuriating man was just on the other side of the wall, no doubt listening and smiling in satisfaction as though he had command of every stroke.
Characters/Pairings:Conrad, Shouri, Sort of implied Conrad/Shouri
Word Count: 542
Rating:PG13
Warnings: Sexual content
Notes: I can't believe I wrote this.
While the Mazoku from another world invaded his home, Shibuya Shouri sat within the safety of his room, bristling over the nerve of the men intruding. How dare they make his mother prepare all those extra helpings of food?! The nerve of them sitting in all his father’s favorite places to relax in the evenings! And what right did that idiot have stealing his clothes?!
It was really more than he could stand, and he could feel the anger rising with every thought that passed through his mind. He tapped the responses to his game automatically, his mind too preoccupied with his frustration to care much. Poor, automated Suki-chan’s heartfelt responses were all but wasted on him that night, though somehow still managed to be effective enough to shrink the space in his pants with painful familiarity. It was a new game, that must be it, and even the annoyance of the unwelcomed guest-guests-couldn’t ruin the newness of the simulated situation.
“You’ve been locked in here for awhile. Is that really so interesting?”
Shouri hastily clicked off the game, but it was too late: It seemed Yuuri’s “guardian” was determined to ruin even this for him. He turned his head to look, not willing to display his aroused state, and glared at the brown-haired swordsman.
“No one invited you,” Shouri whispered harshly, mindful of the late hour even in his anger. He was stating the obvious, but Conrad managed to look innocent as he smiled while on the wrong side of the door, the lock now returned to the state it had been in before the older man had picked it.
“You’ve been in here all day,” Conrad replied, as though it explained or excused the intrusion. He stepped forward, and Shouri’s glowering expression became heated in a different way as Conrad came within range of being able to see the tell-tale bulge in his lap.
“Wh-what do you want?!”
“I came to see what you were doing.” Conrad’s smile was calm as he leaned against the desk chair and gazed at the computer screen. “And you never answered my question. Is it very interesting?”
“No, it isn’t.”
“Well, it seems it is,” Conrad reasoned, causing Shouri to flush again at what he thought the other man was alluding to until he added, “you’ve been here since after dinner tapping away at it.”
“Get out,” the double black finally growled, embarrassed and angry and frustrated.
“All right,” Conrad relented, his hands raised in a show of surrender. “Have a good night, Shouri.”
With an infuriating smile, Conrad softly closed the door and returned to his room next door. Shouri locked the door once he left and pushed his chair against it for good measure, cursing the man all the way to the computer to turn off the screen. He flung his clothes away and kneeled upon his bed, the thoughts of Suki-chan lost but not their supposed effects.
And then he hissed Conrad’s name as though it were the most vile curse each time he violently pumped himself to his release, knowing the infuriating man was just on the other side of the wall, no doubt listening and smiling in satisfaction as though he had command of every stroke.