Hey, Everyone! So here's my first drabble since the last time I posted on this site. And it's been quite a while lol. I'm trying to use them as warm-up exercises to get myself back into writing, but I'd still appreciate any comments/suggestions you can give. I got my ideas from a list of writing prompts that I found from undefinedromance89 on deviantart. I hope you enjoy!

Warning: possible boyxboy relationships

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, places, etc of the Tales of Vesperia series.

Characters for this Chapter: Yuri and Flynn

Tattoo

"Hm. I don't know, Commandant. I think it suits you." If Flynn could, he definitely would've delivered a few choice blows to the smirking swordsman's head and back. Maybe then Yuri would understand his pain. But seeing as things were, Flynn was currently stuck in his position face down on his bed, head pounding and lower back burning like the ninth circle of hell. Shirtless and with his friend sitting beside him amongst a scattered mess of bandages and ointments, Flynn resorted to fisting the pillow beneath his head, speaking through gritted teeth.

"Honestly, Yuri, your opinion on this matter is quite frankly a load of- Ow, ow, ow! Dammit, Yuri, that hurts!" Yuri pulled the dampened cloth away from the knight's back with a sheepish grin.

"Oops, sorry." Flynn tried to ignore how not sorry Yuri sounded. If anything, he knew the swordsman was only being entertained by his whole predicament. He winced as Yuri pressed the cloth against the aggravated skin again, feeling somewhat grateful that it was done a little less roughly than before. "But seriously, you should keep it." Flynn only responded with a glare over his shoulder.

"And how exactly am I supposed to explain to my troops why 'Sexy Times' is tattooed across my back?!" Yuri grinned.

"Well, you wear like ten layers of clothing so it's not like anyone's gonna see it." Yuri's features smoothed into a playful smirk. "Except for me of course," he continued smoothly, a finger lightly tracing one of the inked curves that made up the 'x'. Flynn tried to suppress the involuntary shiver that worked its way up his spine.

"S-shut up," Flynn replied, swatting Yuri's hand away and pushing himself up to sit on the bed. The harshness that he had wanted in his voice was dampened by the light heat against his cheeks, and it only fueled his annoyance. Ignoring the impish smirk on Yuri's face, he grabbed the nearby bandages and began wrapping his lower torso. "I'm getting it removed and that's that. I never would've gotten it if it wasn't for you, anyway." Yuri held up his hands in defense.

"Hey, it's not my fault you can't hold your liquor." A pillow collided with Yuri's face.

"Yes well, knowing that, you should have taken me home instead of spiking all my drinks!" Yuri couldn't help but chuckle at the outburst and the indignant expression on the blonde's face. He shrugged, still grinning, as he rested the pillow against his crossed legs.

"What can I say? You're a lot more fun with some alcohol in you." The resulting blush and stammering sound that came from Flynn's mouth had Yuri chuckling, which of course only made the knight all the more flustered. When none of the words he wanted to say could make their way past his lips, Flynn resorted to huffing in annoyance before waving a hand in exasperation.

"Oh, forget it. Are you gonna come with me to get rid of this thing or not?" Yuri allowed a pout to turn down the corners of his lips as Flynn got to his feet to pull on his black shirt. He released an exaggerated sigh.

"Fiine. If you're sure." Dragging his legs and feet off the bed, Yuri stood up as well, stretching his arms above his head with a groan. Flynn shook his head, about to assure Yuri of his decision when a hand suddenly collided with his lower back, sending sparks of pain up his spine.

"Come on, 'Sexy Times'." Oh, Yuri was going to pay.

So, this one was really short, but I'm hoping to post a few longer ones in the future. Again, I'd really appreciate any feedback you guys can give. Hope you liked!