Disclaimer: …I don't know who owns Kyou Kara Maou. I just know that it's not me. Though I wouldn't mind owning Shouri.

Author's Notes: I blame my plotbunny. FOR EVERYTHING. Set pre-anime (I think?). First attempt at writing KKM. Concrit is much appreciated. I…still do not know who I want to be on top in chap2. Thanks to Chaotic Lullaby for the beta.

UNDERCOVER, OVERDRESSED

Chapter One : Party Hearty

Conrad didn't like the fact that Yozak was the sexiest man in the room.

The redhead wasn't the only man in a dress—the slave trafficker of course catered to 'mixed clientele'—and the party itself was intended as a sort of opportunity to show off the wares. Which consisted mostly of underage boys. Conrad tried not to break his glass of wine when he saw one that looked disturbingly like Wolfram.

It did nothing for his nerves when he saw Yozak walking across the room, heading straight for the trafficker. The dress was black silk, off-shoulder with one long slit up the right side. It exposed Yozak's leg up to mid-thigh. It showed off a long, tanned, well-muscled leg that ended up in a pair of black high-heeled shoes.

Conrad drank the rest of his wine in one gulp and signaled a nearby waiter for more.

He despised undercover work. There was no…honor to it. Slinking around, wearing disguises, telling lies. Not to mention the constant tension; the need to always remember not to let the mask slip, to always be in character. The brunet wouldn't even be here if it weren't for the mere fact that Yozak needed back up on this particular mission.

And of course it was the mission where Yozak needed to be in a dress. Never mind the fact that he was more or less always in one when undercover. This was the first time Conrad had been in such long contact with a cross dressing Yozak. It was driving him insane.

A man should not look that good in women's clothes. A man should not be able to walk with no problems in high heels. A man should not be able to be so manly and yet so desirable like a woman. And when that man was Yozak, he most definitely should not be flirting that much with the balding old trafficker who was eyeing the too-low neckline of the redhead's dress. Most definitely.

This was why Yozak needed back up. He was supposed to be flirtatious, sexy, and alluring. Not someone who could beat up a person with no problem. Conrad was his escort and the person who was supposed to be protecting his virtue.

…If Yozak had any left. Conrad tried not to think along those lines, ran a hand through his brown hair, and walked up to his 'date' and the target. He reached them in time to hear the balding old man make some lewd suggestions regarding bedrooms, leather, and silk.

"There you are, dear," he interrupted loudly before the redhead could answer. "It's getting late; time to go."

The redhead threw him a surprised look that was both in character and completely genuine. "But Adam, I was just getting to know our kind host a little better—"

Conrad moved his hand from the small of Yozak's back to his elbow. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind inviting us to more parties and get to know you then."

A beefy hand landed on Conrad's arm and he tried not to glare at the trafficker. "Look here. Dylan obviously doesn't want to go anywhere at the moment."

The brunet squeezed Yozak's elbow slightly and the redhead smiled sweetly at the old man. "I suppose Adam-love's right. We really should be going." Before the trafficker could protest, Yozak had linked his arm with Conrad's and the two made their way out of the room and into the hallway.

The moment they were out of hearing range, the redhead pulled his arm free and stopped walking, glaring at Conrad with bright blue eyes. "What was that about? I almost had him! The things we need would've been in his room!"

"It was getting dangerous," the brunet returned evenly, trying not to get angry.

"No. It wasn't."

They stood facing each other in the hallway, shoulders tensed and fists balled at their sides. Anyone could have passed by at that moment and seen them, the supposed couple that had been invited to the party. Conrad was about to say something to try and placate his friend when he saw that Yozak's lipstick was smeared.

His vision turned red and he grabbed the blue-eyed man's arm, dragging him into the nearest room and locking the door behind them. He pushed the spy up against the wall, ignoring the thump he heard upon impact.

"What the—what's wrong with you?" Yozak shouted.

The brunet's voice was low and accusing. "You let him kiss you."

"It's part of my cover—"

"You let him kiss you!"

Silence.

Conrad was dimly aware that maybe he was gripping Yozak's shoulders too tightly. That maybe bruises would be there in the morning. The dress slipped even lower on the redhead's left arm, exposing just the slightest hint of a collarbone to the soldier's brown eyes. There was a very small scar there and before he knew it, Conrad had bent his head and had licked it.

There was a surprised gasp somewhere above him and Yozak's hands came up to his shoulders to push him off. The attempt was quickly aborted when Conrad slid a hand into the slit of the redhead's dress and ran his hand possessively up Yozak's thigh.