"A Test" (Shori/Conrad, Rated R)
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skellywagTitle: "A Test"
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Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Shori/Conrad
Rating: R
Warnings: Spoiler for episode 59. Oh, and if Shori makes you feel a little cest-y, yeah...that was supposed to happen.
A/N: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fanfic100 theme 42: Triangle. Written in about an hour and a half last night, because I was inspired liek woah.
"That's mine."
Conrad raised an eyebrow. That had not been what he had expected to hear when he'd been pulled into the darkened room by his collar. The young man opposite him was surly and aggressive, not the type to dispense compliments. "What do you mean?" he asked carefully, knowing full well what was meant and insisting upon an explanation anyway. After how he had been treated earlier, he demanded the young man be uncomfortable at least a little. He didn't understand why he'd been pulled aside in the first place.
"The shirt," Shori clarified irritably. "It's mine." The young man folded his arms and stared across the darkened room, lit only by the glow of his computer screen.
"You mentioned that earlier. Are you really so concerned that I am going to damage it?" the brunette asked, raising an eyebrow but otherwise giving no outward indication of his emotions.
"It was difficult to find in that colour," Shori replied defiantly. In the shadows of the room, it was impossible to tell if the young man was flushed, or if the light was playing tricks. However, regardless of his complexion, it was obvious he was less than pleased.
"Fair enough," Conrad acknowledged. "Then did you pull me back in here simply to remind me not to ruin it?" he asked feigning disinterest, something he did remarkably well. "If that is all, I suppose I should be going, before I wear out my welcome. I believe Yuuri wished to hide some photographs we are all very interested in seeing."
Conrad turned to leave, but rather abruptly he found himself pressed against the door, a warm, firm body against his own. It was a surprising development and his expression showed it, but the look wasn't really visible even if Shori had been looking for it. His hand gripped the brunette by the collar, but other than that, it was the line of his body that pinned the older man.
The brunette emitted the softest of gasps, rather taken aback by the younger man's forwardness. "What?" he asked, unable to voice any more than that. He imagined that this was similar to what Yuuri would look like when he grew up though at no time could he imagine the younger brother ever wearing such an intense expression. It sent a shudder down his spine.
"I don't like you," Shori murmured, grinding his hips forcefully against Conrad's, emitting a soft hiss with the friction and pressure the movement elicited. "You may look good, but appearances can be deceiving, and I am not as easily fooled as my mother and father." He leaned in, teeth vicious at the side of Conrad's neck, though never breaking the skin, either.
"I am not trying to fool anyone," the brunette argued breathlessly, the back of his head thumping lightly against the door as he tilted it back involuntarily to allow for more access to his throat. Though Shori's accusations were unfounded, the younger man had an intensity that was intoxicating. Conrad had seen the power in those eyes earlier and knew that Shori was at least as powerful as Yuuri, if not more so because he had a certain charisma that the boy had not yet mastered.
"You seek to take Yuuri from me," Shori hissed, his hand between them, unfastening Conrad's borrowed trousers and fisting the man's cock unabashedly. His own was just as thick and hard, stretching his pants so tight that the least movement caused friction enough to make him moan.
"I do not wish to take Yuuri from anyone," Conrad replied, his eyes closed as he suppressed a groan of pleasure, his fingertips gripping at the door as he pressed himself more firmly against it. "He has responsibilities for his people, just as you have a responsibility to yours." The brunette was not shy at all as he rocked his hips with the young man's pace on his length, thrusting himself into that hand.
"I am no Maou," Shori retorted, tone nearly pained. He was gratified as one of Conrad's hands dropped, palm pressed firmly to his crotch to give him something to rub his cock against. He rested his head on Conrad's shoulder as he ground his hips, increasing the pressure and friction to his own length as he stroked the older man faster, increasing his fervour as his own abdomen tightened.
"You will be," the brunette whispered hoarsely, barely able to talk he was so overcome. "I can see it in you." Conrad came with only a few more rough strokes, his eyes only opening again when he was completely spent, panting heavily against the door as he used it for support.
Shori's climax followed shortly after, the pleasure so intense that it nearly overshadowed the unpleasant sticky sensation within his trousers. He growled softly as he pulled away, averting his eyes as Conrad adjusted himself and zipped his trousers. He didn't like the man, but there was something in him; something worth respecting. Shori turned away from Conrad, folding his arms, and it was the darkest corner of the room to which he addressed himself.
"That is my shirt. I want you to remember that. However…you will probably take better care of it than I ever could. Be good to it. If any harm comes to that shirt…" The rest was left unsaid. Both men knew that it had never been about a shirt.
~Fin.
Author:
skellywagFandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Shori/Conrad
Rating: R
Warnings: Spoiler for episode 59. Oh, and if Shori makes you feel a little cest-y, yeah...that was supposed to happen.
A/N: Written for
fanfic100 theme 42: Triangle. Written in about an hour and a half last night, because I was inspired liek woah."That's mine."
Conrad raised an eyebrow. That had not been what he had expected to hear when he'd been pulled into the darkened room by his collar. The young man opposite him was surly and aggressive, not the type to dispense compliments. "What do you mean?" he asked carefully, knowing full well what was meant and insisting upon an explanation anyway. After how he had been treated earlier, he demanded the young man be uncomfortable at least a little. He didn't understand why he'd been pulled aside in the first place.
"The shirt," Shori clarified irritably. "It's mine." The young man folded his arms and stared across the darkened room, lit only by the glow of his computer screen.
"You mentioned that earlier. Are you really so concerned that I am going to damage it?" the brunette asked, raising an eyebrow but otherwise giving no outward indication of his emotions.
"It was difficult to find in that colour," Shori replied defiantly. In the shadows of the room, it was impossible to tell if the young man was flushed, or if the light was playing tricks. However, regardless of his complexion, it was obvious he was less than pleased.
"Fair enough," Conrad acknowledged. "Then did you pull me back in here simply to remind me not to ruin it?" he asked feigning disinterest, something he did remarkably well. "If that is all, I suppose I should be going, before I wear out my welcome. I believe Yuuri wished to hide some photographs we are all very interested in seeing."
Conrad turned to leave, but rather abruptly he found himself pressed against the door, a warm, firm body against his own. It was a surprising development and his expression showed it, but the look wasn't really visible even if Shori had been looking for it. His hand gripped the brunette by the collar, but other than that, it was the line of his body that pinned the older man.
The brunette emitted the softest of gasps, rather taken aback by the younger man's forwardness. "What?" he asked, unable to voice any more than that. He imagined that this was similar to what Yuuri would look like when he grew up though at no time could he imagine the younger brother ever wearing such an intense expression. It sent a shudder down his spine.
"I don't like you," Shori murmured, grinding his hips forcefully against Conrad's, emitting a soft hiss with the friction and pressure the movement elicited. "You may look good, but appearances can be deceiving, and I am not as easily fooled as my mother and father." He leaned in, teeth vicious at the side of Conrad's neck, though never breaking the skin, either.
"I am not trying to fool anyone," the brunette argued breathlessly, the back of his head thumping lightly against the door as he tilted it back involuntarily to allow for more access to his throat. Though Shori's accusations were unfounded, the younger man had an intensity that was intoxicating. Conrad had seen the power in those eyes earlier and knew that Shori was at least as powerful as Yuuri, if not more so because he had a certain charisma that the boy had not yet mastered.
"You seek to take Yuuri from me," Shori hissed, his hand between them, unfastening Conrad's borrowed trousers and fisting the man's cock unabashedly. His own was just as thick and hard, stretching his pants so tight that the least movement caused friction enough to make him moan.
"I do not wish to take Yuuri from anyone," Conrad replied, his eyes closed as he suppressed a groan of pleasure, his fingertips gripping at the door as he pressed himself more firmly against it. "He has responsibilities for his people, just as you have a responsibility to yours." The brunette was not shy at all as he rocked his hips with the young man's pace on his length, thrusting himself into that hand.
"I am no Maou," Shori retorted, tone nearly pained. He was gratified as one of Conrad's hands dropped, palm pressed firmly to his crotch to give him something to rub his cock against. He rested his head on Conrad's shoulder as he ground his hips, increasing the pressure and friction to his own length as he stroked the older man faster, increasing his fervour as his own abdomen tightened.
"You will be," the brunette whispered hoarsely, barely able to talk he was so overcome. "I can see it in you." Conrad came with only a few more rough strokes, his eyes only opening again when he was completely spent, panting heavily against the door as he used it for support.
Shori's climax followed shortly after, the pleasure so intense that it nearly overshadowed the unpleasant sticky sensation within his trousers. He growled softly as he pulled away, averting his eyes as Conrad adjusted himself and zipped his trousers. He didn't like the man, but there was something in him; something worth respecting. Shori turned away from Conrad, folding his arms, and it was the darkest corner of the room to which he addressed himself.
"That is my shirt. I want you to remember that. However…you will probably take better care of it than I ever could. Be good to it. If any harm comes to that shirt…" The rest was left unsaid. Both men knew that it had never been about a shirt.
~Fin.
