You Know You Wanna

Athrun/Kira

Rating: M

Setting: Kira and Athrun's apartment building in Manhattan... o.O Um, I think... Tch.. I dunno.. I wasn't really paying much attention to the setting of this fic. It's basically here for humor and fluff. All you need to know is it is an AU and has nothing to do with the original plots of Gundam: SEED. I have no idea if a guy named Joubert Pinasont really exists. If he does, then I disclaim him now. I aim to please, not anger. Flames are useless because my evil overrules them. Muahah.

1: You Know You Wanna

"Kira," Athrun protested for about the tenth time, "I'm telling you, this will work! It has to!"

"No it won't!" The brunette pleaded. "I'll be the laughing stock of the school! Athrun, I'm not gonna do it."

"But they won't know... C'mon, trust me."

Kira crossed his arms across his chest and puffed out his cheeks. He was clothed head to foot in the New York State School for Girls uniform—complete with short, folded, navy skirt; white blouse with navy over jacket; shimmering black silk tie with the embroidered school logo; and the exclusive (expensive) new boot, designed by renowned artist Joubert Pinasont. Athrun chuckled at his friend's new look. With not much work at all, Kira looked just like a badly dolled-up drag queen wannabe. Or a traumatized schoolgirl on crack, suffering from withdrawal, one or the other. Taking on the job of making his best friend into the hottest chick on the north side of Manhattan was definitely not going to be easy, though Athrun had plans to try.

Now, there were a few things that needed to be done before Kira could become woman-esque.

"So, where do you want to get started?" Athrun asked, eager to torture his agitated roommate.

"Get started?" Kira said incredulously, "Athrun, if you think for one minute that I'm actually going to switch places with my sister, you're out of your twisted little mind! This was a real cute joke at first, but I won't step foot out in public looking like this. You're crazy." He flipped his nose up toward the ceiling like a child telling his mother that he wasn't going to wash the dog or clean the dishes. Children are very stubborn, but not unbreakable, Athrun thought. They can be persuaded.

"You're not listening to me. No one. Will. Know. Now tell me something, how long has it been since you last had a girlfriend? And worse, how long has it been since I last had a girlfriend?" Kira did not move from his position, did not look down. Sometimes they need to be bribed, then… "All right, fine... whaddaya want?"

The brunette finally opened one eye, interested now that he knew he was going to get something out of the deal. He grinned at Athrun and sat down on the bed, looking around their apartment for something of equal value to the hell he was going to be put through. He spied Athrun's prized collection of comic books, held within plastic covers and stacked neatly in the far corner of the room. Athrun followed his gaze and gasped. "No... No, not in a million years no, no way, no how, you can't have that. No girl is worth what those are to me."

"Aww, c'mon. Think of why you proposed this silly fiasco in the first place. Remember Cagalli's Russian friend who'd always comment on how scruffy and un-cool you looked? The one you've had the hots for since you've known me, but she really hates your guts?" Kira figured that the hefty pocket of bills he could get for Athrun's comics would be worth almost any amount of torture the blunette could put him through. Almost any. "She's visiting America again. 'Member that party we went to the last time she came? The one where she danced with practically everyone there except for you--"

"Please, don't remind me of that horrible experience..." Athrun fell back on the bed beside Kira. His frustration increased when he mentally weighed the two options: a) make his friend go through a temporary sex change/gender-bender type thing and pick up a hot Russian chick for a girlfriend, or b) forget the whole thing and keep his most cherished Earthly possession—his comic book collection. He wanted both. He could not have both. Kira gave Athrun a playful cat-like grin, telling the blue-haired boy without words that he wouldn't take anything less. "Why am I doing this...Why?"

Kira laughed, "Because you know you wanna."

"Fine; you're right. It's a deal, then." Athrun breathed a sigh of relief and sat up. It was his turn for mind games. "You now own the most expensive item in our apartment. I hope you're happy, because you just traded it off for your entire body, appearance, and reputation." Athrun chuckled darkly as he grabbed Kira by the wrist and quickly pulled him into their bathroom.

This particular room was a bit more stunning than a standard apartment bathroom should be. A marble bathtub lined the far right side of the room, with plastic beads hanging down from the ceiling instead of a shower curtain. The sink matched the white marble, and the floor tiles were a shiny black with a white box coating the edges. Polished silver adorned the sink, and a vanity mirror—also lined in silver—completed the ornate room.

Athrun searched through a drawer below the sink until he'd found what he was looking for: a small, cheap, disposable pink razor. Kira's eyes grew as wide as tennis balls. Oh, yes—definitely worth the comic books. Kira wanted to slink out of the bathroom slowly, backing at a snail's pace, taking baby steps, hoping Athrun wouldn't notice him.

And he didn't, at first. The green-eyed boy had suddenly wondered how in the world women shaved their legs (was it like shaving his face?), thus leaving his mind to float off in day-dream land. That didn't last long when he noticed his subject was out of sight and no longer visible in his peripheral vision. "Kiiiiiraaaa," he chimed, poking his head out of the bathroom. "Come out come out wherever you are... You should've known better than to run. I would never trade something so important for the off-set chance that Tatiana might actually notice me. Tsk tsk, can't go back on your word now." He crept silently around the bed to where he knew his friend was hiding, and pounced on him, knocking them both to the floor. His blue hair tickled Kira's nose. Athrun laughed and dragged the poor boy back into the bathroom.

"B-but, Athrun! I don't... you can't... We shouldn't-"

"Stop trying to get out of it and hold still."

Kira watched unblinkingly as Athrun squirted some of their shaving cream into his hand. "What the hell are you doing?" He blurted out before thinking.

"Well, I figured shaving is shaving, no matter where you do it..." Athrun chuckled and blushed a bit. "Wouldn't want to give you razor burn or anything..."

Kira's eyebrows shot up to his hairline as he felt his friend's hand smoothing the creamy, foaming substance up one leg. He stared with his mouth hanging blatantly open. Athrun's hands felt soft, like he'd never used them in a real job or something. A fuzzy memory of Cagalli pointing out this fellow she used to date one evening suddenly bubbled up from the back of Kira's mind. She'd said, "See, look at the way his fingers curl; he's totally got fag hands." He shook his head and banished the thought.

Kira couldn't deny the fact that his legs weren't all that hairy to begin with, even with him being a guy. And now that he thought about it, they weren't very big either. They were rather long and slender. An awkward blush crept across his nose. He waited until Athrun was finished and had the razor in his hand to speak up.

"I'll do it, Athrun."

"Why?" Athrun looked hurt. But it was a playful hurt.

"I don't want you nicking me to pieces, that's why."

Athrun sighed and handed his tool of destruction to Kira. "I'll give you ten minutes. If those legs aren't silky smooth by the time I come back, then I'll dye your hair blond in your sleep so you'll really be Cagalli's twin."

"Oh, quit your nagging." Kira pushed Athrun out the door. He could hear the other boy's laughter grow louder as time passed. Each stroke of the razor felt like an eternity. Ten minutes wasn't long enough, in his opinion. Despite his attempts to keep his legs impeccably smooth, Kira still managed to find use for a band aid. Just one, though.

Sifting through the drawers, the brunette found a bottle of Vanilla Sugar Body Lotion. He had no clue why Athrun of all people would have lotion, but it was good for the occasion. So that's why Athrun's hands are so smooth… Kira giggled.

"Are you done yet?" came the inevitable inquiry.

"Yeah," Kira said, "I'm done, all right... Done in, and doomed for a life of misery." He gave his tan legs one more glance before Athrun could see them. They looked twice as feminine now that they'd been de-haired. It made Kira want to cry. "But feel free to stay out there as long as you like. You can ruin my life some other day!"

"Oh, Kira... Don't be so harsh. This'll be fun! That's what I've been trying to tell you all along."

"Fun? Fun! Okay, you wanna have fun—YOU be the gay one, and I'll put YOU in a skirt and shave YOUR legs!"

Athrun was still laughing when he opened the door. Who said anything about being gay? "All right, all right. That would never work anyway because I don't have a twin sister to switch places with. If it's any consolation, keep in mind that I'll have to restrain myself from killing you when you sell my comics on Ebay." He helped Kira up and grabbed a pair of scissors.

Kira started to run away again. "Wha—? NO! You absolutely CANNOT cut my hair! I forbid it, Athrun. You'll have to kill me first."

"Kira, your hairstyle is long and straggly. Girls don't leave their hair like that. Not girls that actually care what they look like, anyway. I'm going to give you a haircut—because that is in the rules and I can—and if you want to die, then I guess that's your choice." Kira whined and pouted and begged Athrun to leave his mop of brown hair alone, but the green-eyed boy would have nothing of it. He got the chair from their desk in the main bedroom, pushed Kira into it, placed a towel around his neck, and set to work. After about an hour, Athrun placed the scissors on the sink and twirled Kira around to look in the mirror.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" he shrieked.

"W-well, I thought this cropped/pixie look would frame your face nicely, and-"

"It looks awesome! Sure, it's a bit girlier than what I might've wanted, but that was your point. I think…I think I actually like it like this."

"Eh- you do?"

Kira grinned and nodded. "I won't beat you up so badly now."

Athrun sighed and rolled his eyes. "You know, the point was to make you hate it, not like it… Maybe I should just shave it all off since you'll be wearing a wig anyway—"

"No!" Kira put his arms over his new haircut, but he was starting to smile.

And they smiled at each other. This was turning out to be like their own private slumber party; a scary thought for two seniors in high school who were guys that didn't normally do that sort of thing. "Ok, now stand up so I can look you over."

Kira laughed sarcastically. "Uh, don't you mean 'check me out'?"

"No, I said look you over. I need to make you presentable as a girl."

Kira shrugged and stood up, twirling around in the skirt like he thought a girl would. For a second, Athrun felt his breath catch in his throat. Kira really did look like a girl... A very beautiful girl... Athrun's cheeks reddened and he coughed a bit, telling Kira to hold still. "Um, I think something's missing..."

"Hm?" Kira tilted his head sideways, studying Athrun's expression very closely.

"I can't quite put my finger on it..." He looked Kira over once more, and then it hit him, mid-chest. "Boobs."

Kira's face fell from quizzical to 'WTF!' in a matter of seconds. Athrun smiled. "Oh yes, my friend—you'll need this..." He stepped out of the bathroom for a moment and returned with one of Cagalli's 36B size bras. "She left it over here that night we all played strip poker, remember?"

Kira shuddered. "I remember..." Cagalli had been so drunk, she'd left the boys' apartment topless. The look on the taxi driver's face as they sent her away was priceless. "Why do you still have it anyway?"

Without saying a word (or acknowledging Kira's question), Athrun sauntered behind Kira and slipped off his jacket, then the shirt and tie, revealing his perfectly shaded, smooth skin. "What are you doing?" The brunette asked, not bothering to turn around. He could've sworn he felt Athrun's hand slide across his shoulder blade gently.

"Well, I'm pretty sure you don't have any real breasts to fill this up with. I'm improvising and experimenting." Athrun slipped the bra through Kira's arms and pulled it on so he could latch it.

"Athrun," Kira questioned slowly, "What did you put--?"

"Tissues. They're light, and they hold up perfectly fine. I saw a girl on some movie once who stuffed her bra with tissue paper to make her bra actually fit."

Kira sighed again as he slowly pulled the uniform back on. "Whatever you say Athrun..." It felt odd, having to look down and see a silky black tie instead of his feet. "Okay," Kira said in his best mock-Cagalli voice, which was way too overly sarcastic and sounded more like a cheap imitation of Jessica Rabbit instead. "Am I...feminine enough for you?"

Athrun blinked, startled because Kira pulled off the sultry, seductive voice quite well for someone who was joking (or trying to mimic Cagalli. His twin would never talk like that.) He even felt like he was getting a bit turned on by the whole femme-boy-in-schoolgirl-drag thing. He looked down at the floor, trying to hide his embarrassment for having such thoughts. Kira skipped merrily back to the bed. He was having fun pretending to be a girl.

"Hey Athrun..." Kira whined.

"What?" Athrun stepped out of the bathroom and his eyes were instantly drawn to Kira laying back on the bed in a submissive pose. The boy's eyes were halfway closed and his arms were draped above his head, as if to invite Athrun to have his wicked way with him.

"I feel... womanly..." Kira snickered and giggled just like a real schoolgirl would. Athrun didn't move. He looked (and felt) like a murderer who'd just found out the cops found his fingerprint. "C'mon, Athrun. Loosen up. You're the one that's supposed to be enjoying this. It's my 'torture', right?"

"Uh, yeah..." Athrun couldn't help the butterflies fighting in his stomach or the heat wave that told him he really was getting aroused by watching Kira. He was enjoying it, all right. He gulped and quickly thought of a good excuse. Kira watched as his best friend smoothly slid on top of him with a very straight face.

He whispered into Kira's ear, "Prove to me how womanly you really feel..." Listening to Athrun's voice that close was the equivalent of having cool, smoky water poured over your entire body. Kira shivered and felt his face burning again.

"I--, uuh..." Kira stammered, staring into Athrun's emerald eyes. They were dark with an emotion and depth that Kira had never seen before. If Athrun was joking, then he was putting on a fairly decent show. With a face devoid of embarrassment or humor, Athrun snaked his long fingers across Kira's bare thigh, stroking the smooth skin as far up as he could touch, then letting them trickle back down. The brunette gasped and instinctively wrapped his arms around Athrun.

The next few seconds were very strange indeed. The moment Kira realized what was happening, he quickly pulled away, laughing half-heartedly and staring fixedly at the wall. Athrun did the same, straightening up to where he was sitting on Kira instead of laying on him. They looked at one another with confused expressions. Neither boy wanted to break the silence. Athrun mumbled something about going to bed early and slid off of his friend. To his surprise, Kira grabbed his arm and pulled him back down. The violet-eyed boy said softly, "Wait—don't... don't stop just yet... I—um, think I need a bit more...'practice' at this being a girl thing." Kira's voice gave away how well he thought Athrun would buy that. So did his eyes; they were perplexed, an inner struggle obvious in their violet depths.

Athrun let a small grin caress his lips, both knowingly and out of relief. He'd hoped Kira would say something like that. "What would you like to know, miss?"

"This..." Kira leaned forward and locked his lips with Athrun's before he had the chance to protest. A strange warmth tingled on the edge of Athrun's lips, wanting, needing. He deepened the kiss, swerving his tongue across the back of Kira's front teeth with as much grace as he had with his hands. Kira found himself making quiet, soft noises and thoroughly enjoying the pleasurable experience Athrun was giving him. He mouthed his friend's lips so comfortably, it was almost scary. Finally, they broke the kiss at the same time, both out of breath and worried that they were going too far.

"Kira?" Athrun asked in monotone.

"Yes Athrun?" Kira answered, also sounding like this was rehearsed.

"I think you know enough now, you know, in case… In case something like that…ever…" Athrun turned over and faced the wall, away from Kira. The rest of the sentence was grumbled and inarticulate.

"I think I do too," Kira whispered, eyes half-closed.

A short moment of silence followed.

"What now?" Kira asked.

He was answered by Athrun's feather-soft, even breathing. He was asleep. "Oh, fine... Sleep… But tomorrow, you've got some explaining to do." He laughed and snuggled into the pillow, not bothering with the stupid outfit. It'd been a long day.

From the other side of the bed, Athrun grinned. He willfully let his dreams of girl-Kira take over his tired mind. Who knows, maybe Kira would like to stay that way for a little longer than a week. He'd just have to wait and see. "I don't think I'm the only one who needs to explain it, either, sweetie…g'night…"

Kira didn't reply.

a/n Chapter 2—coming soon XD

;Shaku;