Disclaimer – Seeing as I'm not even certain where the inspiration for this fanfic came from, I cannot claim ownership in any way, shape, or form.
Warnings and other information – Slash; established Kratos/Yuan; post game; not precisely sane…
Tangles"You took it. I know you did, Kratos!"
Said offender looked up at his blue-haired accuser. "What are you talking about, Yuan?"
"Don't play innocent with me!" Yuan stormed through the door, wet hair soaking the shoulders of his pajama top. "Where is it!"
"I don't know what you're talking about. Maybe if you told me what 'it' is I can be of assistance."
"You know exactly what I'm talking about."
"No, Yuan, I do not." Kratos put all his will power into his eyes. Yuan's shirt wasn't buttoned all the way up and the sight was wreaking havoc on the auburn haired seraph's control. "Again, I ask, what are you talking about?"
Yuan stalked over and sat down on their bed, a glare on his face. "My hair detangler."
"Oh… that. You ran out of it yesterday and were planning on picking up more from the storeroom this today… remember?"
A rather becoming blush lit up Yuan's face. "Oops… sorry?"
"Not quite enough…" Kratos was cut off as the other seraph leaned forward and effectively silenced the redhead with a kiss.
The detangler, and all thoughts of drying a certain person's hair, were swiftly forgotten in favor of more… pleasurable… activities.
A/N I suppose I could classify this as a drabble. (Grins.) I haven't a clue where it came from, as I said above, but it was too cute not to write down. Rather ooc, but that's okay. Please review, it makes me happy.