A/N: I realize there's some variations to how people see Judal and so I decided to go the innocent/naive/pure route when it comes to kissing and sexuality in general. Hopefully its something you'll enjoy. Huge thanks to SarcasticSeraph, as this wouldn't have been possible without your help.

"Hey, Crybaby-kun~"

The voice more than the words made the hair at the back of Hakuryuu's neck stand on end and with a heavy sigh the Kou Prince lowered his spear, turning toward the approaching dark haired figure. "What is it, priest?"

"Hey! Greeting me in such a way..." Judal replied acting hurt. He reached out, threading pale, darkly painted fingers through short, indigo strands.

Hakuryuu was hoping to get in a few hours of early morning practice but as it seemed to him, he never had much luck in his life. Sometimes Hakuryuu wondered if Fate wasn't somehow cursing him, taunting him for still being alive when he should have died years ago. Not that he took life for granted - he was immensely thankful to his sister who had practically raised him and it was because of her that he had learned to rely on himself. A cold shiver ran up his back as he thought about Hakuei. As much as he adored his sister, he'd never forget nearly dying from her cooking. It was cause enough to ban her from it entirely, learning for himself. Cooking was, surprisingly, something he actually excelled at.

"It's a bother having you here when I'm training" Hakuryuu replied, ignoring Judal as he fussed with his hair.

"What a waste of time." Judal replied with a smirk. "You should just clear a dungeon instead, then you'll have plenty of power."

"I'd rather not." Hakuryuu merely watched Judal curl his fingers through the dark strands in the manner of a young child. While Hakuryuu often cold shouldered the priest, he'd let him continue until he grew bored and left him alone. It seemed to work and the ten minutes it took to go from meeting Judal to his wandering off was more of a forced rest period.

"Refusing again is it?" Judal caught on to the prince's noncommittal answers, even if he was dense and distracted most of the time. But today he wasn't going to let Hakuryuu go so easily. "Then let's try something else."

Hakuryuu drew back to half-stare at the priest's excitable scarlet eyes nonplused. He knew well enough what kind of things interested Judal and from personal experience being an ice sculpture was something you only wanted to do once.

"Prove to me that you don't need - my - power." Judal said with clear emphasis on himself. Inserting his hand down his black top he withdrew a small silver and ruby tipped scepter. "That you're not just some weakling."

Hakuryuu tightened the grip on his spear, not trusting Judal at all. Which was also from prior experience as the magi tended to fling magic toward him without warning. Come to think on it, Hakuryuu could count on both hands and toes the number of times the priest had flung shards of ice randomly, leaving more than a few of Kou's buildings an iceberg in the middle of a summer's heat.

"I don't want to fight you. I don't want anything to do with you!" So he said, but his voice trembled slightly with nervous tension. Ah! Why did the priest keep insisting? He really had no clue as to why Judal bothered him all the time and right now he was very close to unleashing his contained emotions, letting them out to run wild. A reason to why he was called such an embarrassing nickname by the priest.

"Ha? Why not? I'll make it really easy for you this time." Judal flipped his scepter skillfully between his index and middle fingers, his voice full of playful laugher. "Come on~ I'll even let you attack me first."

"I...I can't win against you." The grip on Hakuryuu's spear tightened, turning his fingers a light shade of red. "And I'm not all that strong yet." It wasn't really an excuse, or a lie. He truly did feel worthless when facing someone as strong as Judal and the magi's power went hand in hand with his impudent nature.

Judal, however, wasn't so easily satisfied. Though he could be distracted easily enough and Hakuryuu had a bad habit of thinking that one day Judal would be normal. At least normal in a predictable, saner way.

The magi chuckled in what could be taken as patronizing. "Then stay a pathetic crybaby forever!" The magi stirred up the rukh into his scepter, centering them into a bright ball of light before firing it off toward Hakuryuu.

In an instance Hakuryuu's mind told him that such an attack could be countered against with his abilities. In particular, a recently practiced one. And he felt within him the desire to impress, to prove he was more than a simple, crying child. It was small, buried amidst hesitation and doubt and he wondered if he could - or would - suppress his negativity as he looked into the wild eyes of the superior figure standing tall and dark before him. Or would he simple let the man defeat him like always? Running was certainly an option and there was plenty of room to flee. The Magi wouldn't follow him far.

With a breath, his decision finally made, Hakuyuu's slender palm expertly spun the pole of his spear, easily scattering the rukh against the now shimmering glow of his blade. The two watched as the golden light drifted off and faded away. And for the first time since Hakuryuu had learned of this ability he had finally been able to use it.

"Heh." Judal smiled, clearly impressed and lowered his scepter. "When did my cute little prince learn a trick like that?"

Hakuryuu didn't want to say, so he remained silent as Judal skipped over to him, patting him on the head. "Hey~ with a useful skill like that you can go and capture a dungeon."

"What is it with you? It's always dungeons and power. I don't want to clear a dungeon with you." Hakuryuu pushed Judal's hand away. "Ever, ever! I hate you and I wish you'd leave me alone you...you...m-makeup wearing idiot!"

This kind of thing is why Judal found the prince infinitely more interesting than anyone else. He didn't even have to be bribed to hang around. "It's so boring otherwise. Don't you think so to, Haku-chan?" Judal poked at the prince's shoulder.

"I just want to be strong like my sister. I'm a prince damn it, why does this always happen to me?" Hakuryuu cried, turning away from Judal. He slumped down, spear still in hand to lean against as tears freely spilled from his eyes.

"Hey, I'm offering you free power, so just take it. Then you can be strong enough to become king." Stepping in front of Hakuryuu, Judal motioned widely in demonstration to the amount of tangible power Hakuryuu could potentially have. "I'll even hold your hand~"

"No, I hate you! Now go away." Hakuryuu had expected that, for Judal to get bored and leave him to his tears. What he hadn't expected was the feeling of warm moisture pressing against his cheek - of a body leaning in close to his own.

Judal was on all fours, knees against the ground, hands and fingers lightly pressing against Hakuryuu's shoulders as he continued to slowly caress his tongue against the rough flesh. Having the priest so close and in such a way made his body shiver and without meaning to his breath came out in a soft gasp.

"What are you...?" Hakuryuu questioned, stunned by this going on. It was such a change from before and he had been expecting either boredom or frustration, the usual show of emotion whenever he rejected Judal's offers or lacked the will to fight him back.

This odd situation and ambiguous atmosphere made him fall quiet. Was it that...Judal was trying to make him feel better? It was hard to believe such an emotion existed within the magi, that Judal could do anything that wasn't completely mad.

And this was that. The actions of a completely wild and neurotic priest. He even looked it, with his purple toned, crimson eyes that gave an impression the magi often relaxed with the puffing of a hookah on lazy afternoons. Hakuryuu was thankful Judal's eyes were closed for the moment.

"Y-you can't just go up to people and lick them!" Hakuryuu protested, half way between moving away and staying. It ended up being an odd shift against Judal's body which caused another soft gasp to escape his lips.

"Well, I do." Judal replied lifting up slightly, oblivious to Hakuryuu's flushed and nervous look.

Then the magi learned in to finish what he had started. His moist, warm tongue teasing against the clear lines of smoothed and scarred flesh. Only when he had heard Hakuryuu's soft moan was he satisfied enough to stop and draw back. To Judal, this was the declaration of defeat, which meant he had won. And he liked that. A lot. Both things really, licking and winning were equally as pleasing to him, as he had just found out.

This idea had come from one part being hungry - as the prince's scar reminded him of a peach - and another in which he had overheard that someone could be defeated by seducing them. He hadn't really understood what this meant or what he was supposed to do but since Hakuryuu wanted to cry more than fight, it was the perfect chance to try this out and the resulting odd noise had obviously proved...something. Whatever it was, he was having fun doing it and it appeared his prince was enjoying their company as well for a change.

"Y-you're a moron!" Hakuryuu said, flushing. It felt oddly nice to have someone so close, even if it was with a weirdo like Judal. He didn't completely hate the brat but he'd never understand him either.

Distracted by his thoughts Hakuryuu hadn't noticed Judal shifting about until he felt something press against his lips. Soft, warm and sweet tasting. A peach was being shoved into his mouth by a grinning Judal. "Hey, taste this. It's like you, but better."

"What do―mmpfh!" Hakuryuu was cut off prematurely, the fruit now half in and half out of his mouth. The way it had been inserted made it difficult for him to bite or chew at and Judal was pushing Hakuryuu's hands away from his attempt to dislodge it. Then, as if offended, Judal began lightly slapping Hakuryuu's cheeks, beating upon them like a drum and laughing. In protest Hakuryuu's spat out the peach, watching it land within his lap.

"Hey, don't you know how to eat properly?" Judal replied, picking up the peach and running his fingers slowly over the teeth marks with ample curiosity.

"Next time, try not to shove the whole thing into my mouth." Honestly, did Judal not have any manners or sense of common decency?

Hakuryuu watched as the magi sat back, oddly involved in his task of gouging out clumps of fruit with his dark nails. When Judal had amassed a sizeable handful he shoved them into Hakuryuu's mouth rather unceremoniously. "You're so troublesome, Crybaby-chan."

The Kou prince had little choice but to accept Judal's offering. Or help. Or whatever it was the magi was trying to do. So, with a mouth full Hakuryuu chewed, swallowed and ironically enjoyed himself. Then Judal offered him more, shoving his hand against his face again, only this time not so roughly.

After three forced handfuls, Hakuryuu's face was now a sticky mess of juice and pulp and as he raised a hand to wipe at his mouth, Judal stopped him. Crimson eyes, burning with hunger and curiosity gazed into shocked cerulean. With a smirk, Judal descended, devouring Hakuryuu.

The prince felt an odd wave of ecstasy wash over him, his body shivering deeply, his voice echoing a soft sigh as Judal continuously flicked his balmy tongue over the smooth skin of his chin and cheeks. Judal made it clear he had no intention of stopping until he had sucked and licked off every bit of juice and Hakuryuu closed his eyes, leaning back to let him. It really felt too good to have him stop now.

"So you can do more than cry." Judal slid his cherry hued tongue over his own lips. The magi seemed to be enjoying himself as much as the prince below him was.

"S-Shut up!" The tone was more of a whimper than the irritation it was meant to be and Hakuryuu's face now felt damp and tingly. Truthfully, he missed those curious sensations now that Judal had stopped.

"Hey, what's with that look?" Judal asked as he sat up to lick his fingers, his attention drawn to cleaning the bits of peach he had forgotten were imbedded beneath his nails.

"Nothing. Just...go back to whatever you're doing." Hakuryuu could feel his face grow warm as his blush deepened. Judal grinned, taking it as literal as Hakuryuu had meant it and leaning down, the magi brushed his tongue along Hakuryuu's chapped lips.

Hakuryuu shuddered, moaning deeply once more. "My victory cry~" Judal's smile brightened as he attempted to rise up.

"H-Hey!" And Hakuryuu was placing his hands against Judal's clothed shoulders, pulling him back down. Warm lips enclosed upon Judal's as Hakuryuu pressed against the magi's tinted lips, savoring and devouring him a fashion that suggested Hakuryuu had been practicing for this moment. Or a moment in which he had wanted to kiss someone for the first time.

The prince deepened their kiss, pressing up against Judal's body and moaning against him contentedly. He felt Judal struggle as if to regain control of the situation and drawing out of the kiss the magi took a deep, shuddering breath. Hakuryuu watched, licking acrossed his own lips in an oddly showy way, feeling vitalized by actually winning against him. Not that Judal would ever accept or admit this was the case. But that was alright, he had accomplished more than running from him this time.

"…Did I prove myself to you?" Hakuryuu asked as he felt the scorching stare of crimson upon him. And in that same instant, Judal smiled. The magi's eyes shifted, showing the unadultered gratification of a mind affected by depravity.

Laughing as he usually did, Judal rose up, drawing away from his favored prince. "Like I always said, you'd make a better emperor than most."

Then Judal strolled away, leaving Hakuryuu to watch the sway of night as it departed, leaving the prince's yearnings to smolder within him.