Fickle

"I can't believe you're doing this…" Shiroi gulped out as Hansha slowly moved toward the bed. Gone was the shy, quiet Dark Magician. In his place was this Hansha, powerful and perfectly aware of it, calm but completely prepared to do whatever it took to get what he wanted.

And despite every protest he'd made about not liking guys, Shiroi found that this Hansha was breathtaking.

Hansha smiled sadly at Shiroi as he knelt on the edge of the bed, lightly stroking Shiroi's cheek. "If you had just listened to me earlier, I would not have had to do this." His fingers toyed with the fastenings of the Blue Eyes' shirt, then began to undo them slowly.

Shiroi tensed a little as Hansha undid his shirt and smooth his hand over the dragon's bared chest. "You're not going to… are you?" He didn't think Hansha would… force himself on him, but he never would have though Hansha would tie him up on his own bed, either.

Sighing slightly, Hansha smiled gently and shook his head. "I'd never do something like that to you," he reassured calmly. "I just… wanted you to listen, and understand… I really like you, Shiroi, and I want you to know that, but I don't want it to ruin our friendship."

Nodding, Shiroi smiled up at his friend. "I… understand. Guess I should have been more flattered, instead of overreacting earlier. Forgive me for yelling at you?"

Hansha brightened. "Of course I'll forgive you. Forgive me for tying you up to make you hear me out?"

"I dunno…" Shiroi drawled, shifting against the bonds wrapping around him and holding him in place. "Kind of extreme just to get me to listen to you. Though, for being tied up and at your mercy, it's actually pretty comfortable."

Smiling affectionately, Hansha's warm azure eyes met Shiroi's icy blue ones. "Shiroi…" he whispered softly. "If it's not too much to ask… may I kiss you?"

Shiroi blinked, slightly startled by the request. Swallowing nervously, he slowly inclined his head in consent. Feeling somewhat shy again, Hansha touched his lips to Shiroi's in a gentle, hopeful kiss.

It continued for several moments, both of them just shyly exploring the other's taste, nervous of intruding too far, before Hansha finally drew away. He smiled gently, lips still tingling delightfully from the kiss.

Shiroi's eyes betrayed none of what he was thinking, though, which started to make the Dark Magician a little nervous. "I'll just… untie you now, if that's alright?" Hansha murmured. He dismissed the spell he had cast, and the glowing green magical chains that bound Shiroi dissipated, and yet still the dragon did not move from where he lay on the bed.

"Shiroi?" Hansha asked carefully. Had he done something wrong?

The Blue Eyes White Dragon reached up suddenly, pulling Hansha down flat on the bed, and shifting to slightly pin the Dark Magician down. Shiroi's kiss was more heated and demanding than Hansha's had been, but there was that same element of searching, testing, shyly tasting Hansha's sweet mouth.

Both were breathless when that kiss was at last broken, Hansha blinking at Shiroi in stunned bewilderment. "Why… did you do that? I thought you didn't like boys."

"Well…" Shiroi replied sheepishly. "I can't honestly say I don't like them, if I don't give them a chance first, don't you think?"

Hansha smiled slowly, his hands slowly moving to pull off Shiroi's shirt that he had unfastened earlier. "Indeed. As the saying goes, 'Try everything once…'" Their lips met in another sweet kiss, as their hands took the hint and moved over one another in slow exploration.

An exploration that was hampered by the wearing of too many clothes at the moment. With a glance they gave each other permission, and they began to unfasten and remove one another's clothing. Shy touches grew confidence, becoming heated and hungry, as their mouths started to stray as well, over neck and shoulders and chests and farther…

Midori stood outside her brother's door, calmly listening to the soft gasps and moans that filtered through the door. Sounded like Shiroi didn't dislike boys as much as he'd said. Whistling softly to herself, Midori strolled back to her room, mentally planning a letter to her beloved to inform him of how things were progressing.

**

Shiroi let out a soft, exhausted purr as he stared up at the ceiling and listened to his heart rate slow. Hansha was curled up against him, looking cute and contented. Smiling a little at him, Shiroi petted Hansha's soft lavender hair.

Stirring a little, Hansha blinked at Shiroi lovingly, his whole expression adoring. Shiroi had seen such an expression often; all his lovers looked at him that way after sex, but on Hansha it made him even more beautiful in the afterglow of pleasure.

"So?" Hansha asked, smiling shyly. "Any regrets?"

Shiroi shook his head slowly, smiling a little wickedly at his new lover. "No, but I've realized something. Boys really are better than girls."