Title: Secret
Author: Keitorin (Chou ni Natte)
Pairing: Conrad x Yuuri
Rating: PG-13+
Summary: The journal fell to the floor, forgotten. Oh yeah, he knows all right.
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own Kyou Kara Maou. I write for fun, not profit.
Written: April 03, 2006
I had a dirty little secret. I mean, I still do, but I like to think of it in the past tense. Maybe it would make me forget it. Why am I writing about it then? Because everyone knows secrets don't stay secret for long. Well, some do, but the secret barer probably isn't sane by that time. My secret is, like I said, dirty. If he knew just what I did in his bed, and whom I thought of when I was doing it in mine (when that violent fiancé of mine isn't in it anyway) I don't think I could bare it. It's impossible not to do, though. He keeps catching me sneaking out (not on purpose, honest), and telling me to sleep in his bed because it seems to help me sleep (cough). As I'm lying there I keep thinking about him. The sheets smell just like him, and I bury my nose in them and inhale deeply. I start to get aroused, images flashing in my mind of just who slept in this bed, and I have to do something. When I finish, I realize where I am and am ashamed again. I learned my lesson the first time when I came on his sheets that explaining to the (giggling) maids why I needed new sheets for someone's else's bed was not high on my list of favorite things to do. It was not so strangely absent, in fact. From then on I was careful to soil only my pajama bottoms or use tissues when I remember to bring some, which means I still have to wash the pants sometimes. I always went back to my room, and fell fitfully asleep. I'm pretty sure the other man hasn't guessed anything. I hope not. Though, he's been staring at me more often lately, causing my over-zealous fiancé to beat me up repeatedly. That's pretty much why I'm writing this down, to sort my thoughts out before I'm possibly murdered (or die in embarrassment; whichever comes first). I'm starting to get really nervous around the man now and-
"Heika." Yuuri almost threw his journal out the window in shock, barely managing to secure it tightly in his hand as he whirled around to face the older man.
"C-Conrad! Don't scare me like that." He was so startled he forgot to reprimand the man for not calling him by his name.
"Sorry, Heika. " Conrad grinned in a way that made the hairs on Yuuri's neck stand up.
"Er, did you need something?"
Conrad stepped further into the room, closing the door behind him. Yuuri noted this and immediately darted his eyes between the door and the window, hoping for an easy escape. There was none. Conrad stepped a mere few inches away from Yuuri's face.
"C...Conrad?" He visibly gulped.
"Have you been able to sleep okay lately?" Yuuri's face flushed and he started repeating, "he can't know" over and over in his head, hoping to believe it eventually. He'd die of embarrassment if Conrad brought it up instead of just forgetting the whole thing ever happened. He wondered briefly what it would be like if Conrad wasn't disgusted, but scolded himself for it and hurried to answer the question.
"Ah, yes thank you!" He laughed nervously and would have rubbed the back of his head if Conrad hadn't been so close.
"That's good." The last thing Yuuri saw was Conrad's heated gaze before a warm, slightly chapped pair of lips was pressed onto his.
The journal fell to the floor, forgotten. Oh yeah, he knows all right.
