Title: Pickles!

Summery: YuBo!3 Yuriy is snacking away and it's bothering Boris. When he confronts him, it leads to random conversations about pickles and hair.


This is deticated to LaDyFiCtIoN anf for the YuBo Wave! 3. I meant to write something more... but I just didn't get around to it. /sigh/ I hope you enjoy it anyway!


Yuriy Ivonov was random. One minute, he'd be threatening to pull out your intestines through your mouth and strangle you with them, next he's asking if you want to join him for pizza down town.

Boris knew every one of his lovers little quirks, and loved them. Not only were they good for laughs, they made Yuriy special.

Today, in particular, would prove to be one of Yuriy's more random days.

Boris lay beside him in the bed they shared, listening to some rock song as he appeared to sleep. Yuriy, on the other hand, was sitting up munching away on his favourite food ever. Boris' fingers twitched around his MP3 player, making the sound go up slightly.

After a few minutes, he sighed, sat up and stared longingly at his lover, wishing his food wasn't so damn loud.

"Yuriy." The crunching stopped momentarily. "Why are you eating those in bed?"

"'Cause they're good and you're in here?" Boris sighed and scooted closer to the red head, pulling his earphones out. He couldn't listen to it when Yuriy ate pickles anyway. They were too loud.

He peered into the jar that smelled oddly, sweet, salty and sour all at the same time.

Pickles were so weird. In Boris' opinion, they were the oddest vegetable ever. They looked so weird! They were all bumpy and curved and... green! Who would want to eat something like that? Plus, they were mutated! They were mutated, innocent cucumbers! Who would want to do that to a poor cucumber? And the smell...

"You know Bris," Yuriy started, before finishing the pickle in his hand. "We're just like pickles." Boris blinked in udder shock.

Pickles...? Yuriy was comparing him to pickles...?

"What?" he asked after he snapped from his stupor.

"We went from innocent little cucumbers," he started, examining a pickle in his hand. "To more sour, tangy pickles after a long time of soaking in... sourness." Yuriy scrunched his face up at the last word. He hated it when his words didn't come out right.

"So you think we're lumpy old green things with tough skin?" Boris joked.

"Well, we're defiantly not green..." Yuriy grinned, looking his shirtless lover up and down and remembering WHY his boy friend was so tired. "And you're not lumpy as much as in shape," he continued, rubbing his hand up and down his bare, toned stomach. "But we have tough skin."

"Says the guy who got insulted and screamed to Takao that he should go screw his own kind; AKA: A chimp, when he told you that your hair looked flatter than normal." Yuriy pouted.

"It wasn't flat. It was... just lacking in volume... and You are the one that un-volumized it!" Boris snickered at his pouting lover. Too cute.

Boris sat up, and kissed the pout right off the boys' lips. He scrunched his nose up when he pulled away.

"You taste like pickles."

THE END