lunesque | Stolen from shayheyred

I love this meme! I pick "Understanding", in the future. I wanna know if Yuuri comes to terms with Conrad and Gwendal.

*dies laughing* You would pick the one KKM story that currently has a sequel being written. I've got to think about this. ^_^ *ponders*

Guh! I can't wait for that sequel!

How about the same story, timeframe between when Yuuri saw Gwendal and Conrad and the night at the baseball field? Like maybe an incident between the 3 characters where Yuuri's acting weird?

First off, I'm so, so sorry this is late. It's unforgivable, really. I = lazy. Secondly, I hope you like it. It's completely unbeta'ed... so... yeah.

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Yuuri yawned in boredom, sitting back in his chair and twirling his quill. He'd been signing papers for hours, it seemed, and he was itching to get outside in the sunshine. His eyes flickered to Conrad, who was in the corner waiting patiently for him to finish, and sighed.

"Is anything the matter, Your Majesty?" Conrad asked, his eyes warm with amusement.

Yuuri laughed, a little embarrassed—it seemed he'd been utterly transparent. "It's just—so boring! And it's still kind of hard to read. Can we go play for a while, Conrad? Please? I'm too young to stay inside all the time!"

Conrad laughed, coming closer and setting a hand on Yuuri's shoulder. "It's part of a king's duty, Your Majesty. You only have a little more to go for the day, and afterward, why don't we round up the soldiers and have a real game of baseball?"

"Really?" Yuuri asked. "You promise?"

"Of course," Conrad affirmed, and leaned closer to look at the papers sitting before Yuuri. Yuuri immediately held his breath, fighting a flush at Conrad's closeness. "Now, what was difficult for you to read?"

"I—that is—um…" Yuuri stammered, clenching his hand around his quill and staring sightlessly at the documents before him. He could smell Conrad, and he fidgeted, squeezing his legs together, trying desperately to quell the flood of want going through him.

"Yuuri?" Conrad's voice was a warm, comforting rumble at his back, and Yuuri licked his lips, twisting around to see Conrad's face. He had absolutely no idea what he wanted to do or say, and he thought wildly about just reaching up and kissing Conrad, and rested his hand on Conrad's arm, his fingers catching on Conrad's uniform.

Conrad's eyes flickered to the door moments before Yuuri heard a small, discreet cough. He jumped guiltily, letting go of Conrad's sleeve and sinking into his chair, his eyes sliding to the visitor. He swallowed against the sudden lump in his throat as he locked eyes with Gwendal, who was giving him the sort of look that said he would quite happily squish Yuuri like a bug given the first opportunity available.

Yuuri was abruptly and desperately glad that he was the king and that such an attempt would be charged as high treason.

"Gwendal," Conrad said with a smile, already pulling away from Yuuri. "What are you doing here?"

Gwendal raised his hand, which held a sheaf of papers. "I have a treaty for His Majesty to sign," he said flatly.

Yuuri laughed weakly. "Is that all?" I didn't do anything wrong, he tried to project to Gwendal silently. I'm innocent and cute and harmless, just like a kitty.

Gwendal didn't say anything as he placed the treaty on top of the pile. He looked at Conrad, who after a moment inclined his head.

Yuuri tried to sink further into his chair, wanting to disappear, discomfited by the silent understanding they seemed to share. It was like having an entire conversation in one look. He felt strangely like an intruder, even though they were all in his office.

Conrad rested his hand on Yuuri's back. "It's time for me to complete my rounds. I'll come back when I'm finished."

"I want to come with you!" Yuuri blurted out, and flushed miserably under Conrad's curious gaze. He couldn't bear the thought of even looking at Gwendal. "I mean, I'm bored anyway and I don't want to do lessons with Gunter and it's a really nice day out and it's not like there's any trouble in the castle or the village anyway," Yuuri couldn't seem to stop talking, even though Gwendal was looking more and more irritated and Conrad seemed to find this whole situation funny, "oh wait, what time is it? I should take a break anyway because Wolfram wanted to paint a portrait of me and I'm probably late already and I should get the yelling out of the way so that I won't be distracted while I do paperwork I'm going to go now okay bye!" Yuuri pushed his chair away from the desk and hurried toward the door, skirting past Gwendal and out into the hallway. He ran down the corridor until it turned, and then plastered himself against the wall, catching his breath.

What the hell did he just do? He was so stupid—if they hadn't suspected he knew anything, they surely did now! And even worse—now he had to go find Wolfram and ask to be painted, just so he could have an alibi for the next couple of hours.

Yuuri resolved to jump into the fountain before searching for Wolfram, just in case Shinou was willing to pity him and send him home. He certainly hoped so; he didn't really want to find out how much stupider he could be.

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Ahhh!!! SO great! I love it. And it's nice and long too and so well written. Hehe, the idea of Yuuri running to Wolfram to ask to be painted. Thank you! And sorry for the late reply. I didn't see it earlier but it made my day today.

I'm so glad you liked it! It absolutely refused to be any shorter than this, so I figured I had to let it be. And really, don't be sorry for the late reply-- I was so late getting this to you that I should really be begging for your forgiveness. Knowing that you liked it totally made my day. Thanks!

I want to know what happens 27 minutes after the lickable draco thing (what was the title?)

Gah, I hate you. @_@

I knew you'd pick that stupid story.

And, also, I believed it was called 'Lickable!Draco' and 'the snippet that shouldn't be posted'.

Mwhaha! It is finished! it's only five months late, or something. I hope you like it, now quit asking me for more of it. :P

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"Potter!" Draco squawked as he stumbled after Potter, trying to match Potter's quicker pace. "I demand you unhand me at once! This sort of behavior is appalling! No one manhandles a Malfoy!"

Potter tightened his grip on Draco's tie and yanked, mouth thinning into a small white line. "You should have thought about that before you outed us to the entire school, you stupid Slytherin!"

"Us? Us?" Draco said in disbelief. "I beg your pardon, but your base, uncontrollable urges have absolutely nothing to do with me, thank you very much!"

Potter took a deep breath, pushing open a door to his left and dragging Draco inside. "No 'us', is there, Malfoy?" Potter said, deceptively soft, and he pulled Draco closer, tilting his head so that he could bite at Draco's mouth. Draco turned his face away resolutely, because he was a Malfoy, and Malfoys do not have make out sessions in an abandoned classroom more than once.

Potter, apparently, had never heard of this rule, and proceeded to lick a line against Draco's quickening pulse, pausing to suck a red mark at soft spot below Draco's ear. Draco purred, melting helplessly into Potter's arms.

What are you doing? Draco asked his body, his own mental voice sounding shrill and panicked even to himself.

Our new motto is: if it feels good, don't stop, right? he asked himself.

No! Draco shrieked at himself. Not with Potter!

There was a long, internal pause before he answered himself. Everyone's right about you! You really are a bitch.

Potter, being the stupid Gryffindor that he was, took advantage of Draco's mental confusion to push Draco back against the door, dropping to his knees as he unfastened Draco's trousers.

"Wait!" Draco managed to say, staring wildly at Potter. Potter arched an eyebrow in curiosity as he looked up at him, hand still resting on Draco's crotch. "What are you doing?"

Potter shrugged. "You seem to like being licked, so I thought I'd blow you."

Draco's erection twitched with definite interest, and Draco swallowed, looking at Potter craftily. "How do you know so much about this queer stuff, anyway?" he asked.

Potter shrugged, tugging Draco's trousers down to a comfortable level. "Don't know. Never thought about it. It's like flying. I just do it."

"Well, that's just—" Draco choked on his response as Potter swallowed him down, and reluctantly agreed that, yes, it was like flying.

Not that he'd ever tell Potter that, of course.

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Ha. After having studied the semantics, I have determined that nowhere does it say it has to be a story you've finished.

So I want the Universe, from the prospective of a soldier, right when their mission (for the raid next week) is being explained to them. I'm assuming the soldiers don't know shit about anything, but I might be proven wrong.

Also, see how good I am at making the request without ruining the story for people who don't know about it? ^_^

Yes, you were very good about it. *pat*

Gah! &_&

This probably isn't anything like you wanted, but it's what you get. Deal. ♥

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Magic.

Was real.

He almost couldn't believe it, but his commander was pacing in front of his squadron, saying incredible things with the same vaguely irritated voice that he had used on them yesterday, and talking about strategy and overcoming the immense odds against them and magic.

Was real.

Everything that he had read about as a child, centaurs and hidden castles and vampires and wands had been right in front of them, all this time. He had probably walked right past their Ministry and he might have even known witches and wizards and magic.

Was real.

And in a week, it was all going to be gone.

In the end, he supposed it didn't matter.

You couldn't miss what you had never known.

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Stolen from shayheyred

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