Title: "No Touching Allowed"
Theme: #4 Touch
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 780
Characters/Pairings: DY; PLANT Supreme Council
Author's Note: Wrote a while ago, but finally typed. I don't like how I wrote this, though I like the idea. But oh well.
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"Yzak, are you sure you want to do this?" Dearka asked, walking briskly to keep up with his friend.
Yzak scowled. "I don't really want to, but I don't have much of a choice," he snapped, rolling his eyes. "I have to take Mother's place, whether I want to or not."
Dearka sighed, slinging an arm around the new Councilman's shoulder. "Well, at least you managed to drag me with to hell."
Yzak shrugged Dearka's arm off quickly, stepping away from him slightly and shooting him a deadly glare. "You're my bodyguard here," Yzak hissed. "We can't do…anything…here!"
Dearka rolled his eyes, dropping his hands. "A bodyguard is allowed to touch their client," he said with a laugh.
Yzak rolled his eyes. "The bottom line is, while we're here, no touching! That's final!"
Dearka pouted. "Aww, c'mon!" he pleaded. "I can't go a whole day being chaste!"
The Councilman raised an eyebrow at him. "No sex isn't the end of the world," he remarked.
The blonde groaned. "Fine then, you stubborn ass. Though I don't know how I'll be able to watch you all day without touching!"
Yzak snickered. "Deal with it."
Two hours later, Dearka was going insane. The Duel pilot was only a foot in front of him, yet Dearka couldn't even breathe on him! Yzak didn't want the Council to know of their relationship, and Dearka had to agree, but damn, was it ever hard to keep his hands to himself! He was used to the little touches that passed between them almost unconsciously. A finger on the waist, a bump with the elbow. But Council members were supposed to be aloof, and so he had to keep his distance. Damn politics.
The blonde covered a yawn, staring out the large windows as the Council debated some issue that he really didn't care about. Maybe this hadn't been a good idea, agreeing to be Yzak's bodyguard.
Yzak was as bored as Dearka as he rolled his eyes, ignoring the current debate. There were more important issues to be dealt with than if they should sponsor the opening of a new local park or not. Instead, Yzak's mind drifted to the blonde who was fidgeting behind him. Dearka wasn't really suited for the job of a bodyguard. He was too impatient, too antsy, to stand around all day just looking. But Yzak wouldn't trust anyone else, plus Dearka needed his support to avoid a greater penalty than he'd received for deserting.
Yzak glanced back, meeting Dearka's eyes for a second. 'Soon' he mouthed, turning back with a slight grin. The Buster pilot was too used to being able to do what he wished. They'd have time for that later. The last thing he needed now was for the Council to find out about himself and Dearka, especially since Dearka's father was on the Council as well.
"Mr. Jule, what is your opinion on the matter?" Eileen Canaver inquired suddenly.
Yzak gulped as the others turned to start at him. Fuck. They just had to actually include him the one time he wasn't paying attention. "Uh…it sounds fine," he said, hoping that was a good answer. She just nodded, and the focus of the room returned to her as Yzak breathed a sigh of relief. Dearka would have to wait. He couldn't afford to lose face.
With a sigh, Dearka tossed his red jacket across the room. Its target was the bench near the door, but it fell short by several feet, landing on the floor. Dearka groaned, leaving it as he collapsed on the couch.
"Slob," an angry mutter came from the bench. Dearka strained to peer over the top of the couch, catching a glimpse of Yzak picking up his discarded uniform before the blonde relaxed, closing his eyes. He could hear scuffs and mutters, but ignored them until a light weight settled over him. His eyes flew open as he shoved Yzak's jacket off him, glaring at the silver-haired boy, who returned the look.
"What was that for?" he demanded.
Yzak smirked. "For being a slob. And an impatient idiot."
Dearka pouted. "It's been a long, boring day. Can you blame me?"
Yzak grinned. "Not really," he replied as he sat down on top of the blonde.
"Hey! Get off of me!"
"Shut up," Yzak retorted, bending down to give the blonde a kiss.
Dearka smirked. "So I'm allowed to touch you now?" he teased, pulling Yzak down on top of him, his arm sliding around the other boy's waist.
"Of course," Yzak responded with a smirk that rivaled Dearka's. "I wouldn't have it any other way."
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