Title: The
Remedy
Pairing: Conrad/Yuuri
Rating: PG
Prompt: Cold Tea
Author's Notes: Written after being given some prompts from Akuni. Just
imagine some hot porn taking place afterwards. >.>
“Ugh… it’s cold.” Yuuri frowned into his cup.
“It’s an old recipe,” said Conrad, sitting down on the end of Yuuri’s bed.
“Cold tea is the only thing that’ll mask the flaxyweed’s taste. It’s quite foul
otherwise.” He stared at Yuuri with concern. “Do you feel any better, Heika?”
Yuuri shook his head. “Um… not really,” he said apologetically.
“Hmm,” mused Conrad, a smile blossoming. “I wonder if there’s anything else
we can do to help your tiredness.”
Yuuri slowly rose and, after a moment’s pause, boldly straddled Conrad’s lap.
“I-I can think of something,” he stammered with a blush.
Title: Anniversary
Pairing: Conrad/Yuuri
Rating: G
Prompt: Festival
Author's Notes: I should probably be shot for the utter sap of this. :)
The day had been a great success. Coloured tents dotted the land surrounding
the castle, hosting all manner of pantomime, music, magic and spectacle. The
Shin Makoku landscape was awash with laughter, dancing, drinking and merriment -
people littered every inch in celebration. At the centre of it all, sat a throne. Standing to the right of that throne,
was Conrad Weller. Slowly, Conrad leaned down and whispered into Yuuri’s ear. “The festival was
a brilliant idea, Heika.”Yuuri looked up and frowned. “I thought I told you not to call me that.
Especially today!”
Conrad’s smile teased. “Sorry… husband.”
Title: Special Occasion
Pairing: Gwendal/Gunter
Rating: G
Prompt: Dancing
A/N: Written for Beth.
“Why do I have to do this?” Brows dipping with distaste, Gwendal folded his arms.
“Because,” said Gunter patiently, extending his hand, “it's Heika's coming of age ceremony. Attendance is expected.”
“Of course I'll attend.” Gwendal ignored the proffered hand. “I just don't see why I have to dance.”
Stepping forward, Gunter slid his hand around Gwendal's waist, tugging him chest-to-hip close. “Everyone dances.”
“Not me. I protect. I fight.”
Gunter smiled at him, warm even as Gwendal tried to resist the pull. “Many believe dancing and fighting are synonymous.” The smile remained steadfast. “Gwendal... fight with me.”
Title: After Party
Pairing: Conrad/Yuuri
Rating: PG
Prompt: Coming of age
A/N: Written for Lilyhaydee.
“Are you excited about tomorrow?” Conrad's smile wavered; there was barely concealed anticipation lurking at the corners of his mouth.
“Uh, yeah.” Yuuri was careful not to fixate on the rich, promising brown of Conrad's eyes, or the intensity with which Conrad stared at him. “I guess I'm nervous,” he admitted.
“Coming of age is a big event, but I have faith you'll enjoy it.”
“I wasn't really talking about the ceremony,” Yuuri whispered, flushing helplessly.
“Ah.” Conrad leaned down, speaking against Yuuri's ear in a wholly distracting way. “I'm sure our private after-celebration will be enjoyable, too.”
Title: Palace of Male Love Heat II
Pairing: Shori, Yuuri
Rating: PG
Prompt: Slash
A/N: Written for Lilyhaydee.
“Oh, onii-chan,” Yuuri calls as Shori walks in. “I was wondering–?”
“Not now, Yuuri.” The slam of a door. Shori plants himself in his desk chair, tears the plastic film from the case, reverently opens the box, plucks out the CD with delicate fingers. Inserts it into the machine.
“Hey, Shori,” Yuuri grouses from behind the door. “It's not fair to ignore your brother because of your dating sims!”
Shori's barely hears him; his brain short-circuits as a stunningly attractive boy flounces over his computer screen, cocking a beckoning finger and inviting him into Palace of Male Love Heat II.
Title: Willows
Pairing: Conrad/Yuuri
Rating: G
Prompt: Sweet nap under a tree
A/N: Written for my dearest Kanharu.
Happening upon the sleeping figure beneath the willow, Yuuri slows to a stop. Conrad’s face is so serene Yuuri can only imagine what he’s dreaming. Something peaceful, happy, warm. Long limbs are arranged in relaxed but powerful symmetry.
Conrad’s dreamscape is full of wild greens and earthy browns; it smells like fields. There’s somebody beside him he cannot see, but he knows who it is. Flush of uncoordinated, teenage energy against his skin.
Waking, Conrad inhales Yuuri’s unique scent and feels the weight of Yuuri’s head upon his shoulder, as a soft snore rises up into the willow boughs above.
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