[fic] You don't taste like a girl [PG]
Title: You don't taste like a girl
Author: Yours truly
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): Conrad/Yozak or Yozak/Conrad (whatever makes you happy)
warnings: under aged cross dressing xD
summary: There was one criteria Conrad had when it came to kissing.
Let's assume they are 14. Probably 60 in Mazoku years O.O;; and please forgive the crappy title...
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Yozak pouted and crossed his arms. Again he was rejected by his friend and it was getting pretty annoying. But hell would freeze over on the day the red head gave up on something.
Why? He asked his friend again. Again Conrad just sighed and said "Cause..."
How was he supposed to work with that answer? Why was the prince playing hard to get? He'd asked him already if he liked him and Conrad said that he did. So why was it so hard for him to just let Yozak kiss him? Was he asking for to much? Did his breath stink?
Once again Yozak walked up to his friend who was busy cleaning his sword. The young prince had a content smile on his face as he raised the now spotless sword and pointed it experimentally towards nothing.
Yozak walked up to him and stood in front of the pointed sword.
"Can I kiss you?" Straight and to the point.
"No."
"Why?"
"Cause..."
This time the red head was not going to let it go that easily.
"Why?" He asked again.
"Cause..."
This was getting old
"Explain." Yozak demanded. It's not like he was desperate to kiss people. He could easily find someone who was more than willing to kiss him. He just really wanted to kiss Conrad. There were not complex reasons behind it he just did.
Conrad lowered his sword and sighed.
"I can't kiss you because you look like a boy."
Yozak blinked. Was he implying that he wasn't attractive enough or some thing, no it was more like he wasn't feminine enough.
He was surprised to feel a blow to his manly ego.
"That's it?" Was it so difficult for him to say in the first place? Instead of making him run around in circles trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with him?!
Conrad nodded and returned the sword into its scabbard.
"Are you busy?" Yozak asked
"No, bu-"
"Good. Wait here for me don't you dare move." Yozak instructed and turned to leave.
He had a plan
"Wait, Yozak!" Conrad called as Yozak took of in a jog
"Just wait!"
So Conrad did as he was told. Not that he had something better to do anyway.
What felt like half an hour passed by and Conrad was practicing his swings, still waiting for his friend.
The sound of footsteps caught his attention and he turned to see his best friend, but what was he wearing?
Yozak had a satisfied smirk as he watched Conrad's reaction to his new attire. He walked up to the prince who had once again returned the sword into its scabbard.
Yozak curtsied politely and winked at his best friend. It had taken a while to find a maid outfit that would fit his broad shoulders but he'd finally managed to find this frilly lilac outfit. It was kind of comfortable to be honest.
Conrad chuckled at the sight and stepped closer to his best friend.
"You're such an idiot." He said and leaned forward pressing his lips to the others.
Inside Yozak's head there was a festival of dancing sheep, with firework and everything. Finally
Conrad pulled back with a puzzled expression. Yozak paled slightly. He wasn’t a bad kisser he knew that much.
"What is it?" Yozak asked
"You don't taste like a girl." Conrad said
"All girls taste the same?" Yozak couldn't help ask. He himself had a bit of an idea about kissing girls and they never had the same taste.
"Pretty much" Conrad said and stepped closer again.
"But I like how you taste more."
--end
Err...yeah...I love those two <3 and I hope it wasn't too OOC.
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