Entry #:2
For: YuBo WAVE!2
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Boris liked a lot of things.
He liked guns, knives, and even had a secret fetish for cake, though if anyone ever found out and asked, he'd vehemently deny it. However, there was one thing Boris liked above all the others, even his beloved cake. That something, or someone rather, was Yuriy.
Boris liked everything about Yuriy. He liked the way his girlish hips seemed to naturally sway when he walked, the way Yuriy could make a simple word sound oh so important, the way his fiery red hair fell around his lovely face and brushed his pale shoulders when left down.
Boris like the noises Yuriy made when he nibbled on his neck. He liked the way Yuriy's eye's sparkled only for him and the way Yuriy writhed underneath him, his breaths coming out in short pants and with his face flushed while they made love.
Wait scratch that.
Boris loved those things about Yuriy. Yuriy was absolutely perfect in his eyes, no matter how much Yuriy doubted himself or how bad he put himself down. He loved every single little thing about Yuriy. Boris could go on and on about Yuriy for hours, much to Kai's dismay.
However, while he loved and liked things, he also hated things.
Boris hated the way Balkov looked at Yuriy, they way he talked to Yuriy. He hated how much pain Balkov put Yuriy through, day in and day out. But what Boris hated above all was the way he touched Yuriy. His Yuriy. His beautiful, precious, Yuriy who deserved so much better than the life fate had given him.
Yes, Yuriy was definitely his favorite out of everything he had ever liked or loved, and Yuriy was just fine with that, because Boris was his favorite too.
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This one's a little bit longer than the first one was. Please review:D!
