Title: Lip Cream
Fandom: Bakuten Shoot! (Beyblade)
Pairing: Yuriy x Boris
Authoress: Ladyfiction
Theme: #002 Lip Cream
Rating: G
AN/Warnings: None

Disclaimer: Nothing.

Lip Cream-

''Are you almost done in there Yuriy?'' An annoyed voice asked, riddled with impatience and an undertone of anger.

Yuriy did this every time. Each and every night, he offered that they go out on the town, visit a club or two, drink a few beers and shots but he always took forever to prepare. In addition, Boris was not a very patient person and this eternity was a nuisance he repeatedly endured.

''Patience.'' The redhead called back from inside the bathroom, probably standing in front of the mirror doing whatever he did that seemed to last… lengthy hours.

All this simply to get ready!

There was a difference between perfection and overdoing it.

Boris growled. His fist pounded against the door again.

He looked down at himself, dressed and prepared for the outing and yet it only took him a good half hour, including his shower. So what if his darkened gray locks were dampened still. His attire easily worked with the environment they would be attending and the articles upper and lower even matched. That normally did not happen.

None of it added up in his mind.

Yuriy had been over an hour, excluding his shower.

The equation did not work.

He could have sworn he was dating a female rather then a male. His princess Ivanov fussed more over his appearance then a real high stung, high maintenance female. Plus, he didn't even know how they acted, excluding brush encounters or being an attendant to a hissy fit thrown in a mall. Yuriy also enjoyed shopping more then any man should. And this was just a basic assumption. He was not sure which could be worst, his love, or them.

He cringed, pushing aside that mental image and reminiscent moments.

He rather men. Specifically, Ivanov Yuriy, former team captain and effeminate extraordinaire.

''Yuriy, I swear I am dating a woman.'' Boris cursed at him and just then, the brass handle turned and the door opened.

There stood his red head, glaring at the comment through china blue eyes. His ruby locks and finely slicked bangs mostly shaded his narrowed marine orbs. Though, the strands that night were all down, neatly placed, stopping barely an inch above his shoulders.

That probably took him a good half hour to do.

Then his ensemble, composed of snug ivory pants, curved to his hips and firmly hugged his backside as, up his sides, the material of a wife beater clung to them and finished in thinner straps over his collarbone.

That alone most likely took days of planning but putting them on and finding, the right belt had to sum to at least another twenty minutes. All that excluded what shoes he would sport and accessories to adorn and complete his evening look. Next, he would be getting manicures and pedicures at a spa…

…Wait…

Scratch that. He had an appointment for both that Sunday and probably a face peel scheduled after that.

Boris sighed in relief. Now, they could leave.

With a smile, Yuriy grabbed his lovers hand, leaned up to the taller stature, and planted a kiss on the ivory cheek.

''Now we can go.''

He headed down the hall when suddenly he stopped. Something was wrong. Not again…

''Shit- I forgot my…''

The words were drowned out by Boris' groan as his boyfriend scurried back down the hallway and more then obviously into the bathroom again. He reappeared, a few minutes later holding out a small object between his fingers.

''I forgot my lip cream.'' For emphasis of its supposed importance, he smeared it over his lips and rubbed them together, finishing with a small smack sound.

''I really am dating a fem-''

Yuriy cut off his speech and did what no female could ever do to Boris and shut him up with a kiss. That was, probably the only difference between the Russian and their womanly counterparts, despite the fact that Boris actually was enjoying the taste of strawberry flavored lip balm.

-EndE-