Title: Band-aid
Fandom: Bakuten Shoot! (Beyblade)
Pairing: Yuriy x Boris
Authoress: Ladyfiction
Theme: #004 Plaster (Band-aid)
Rating: M
AN/Warnings: Lime-ish
-Band-aid-
Yuriy walked in, cheeks rose from the weather and red nosed. That was Moscow for you. His stomach growled as he disrobed of outer layers. Outside all day had been long and worked up his appetite. The aroma coming from the kitchen did not help either. It smelled delectable. He licked his lips and headed for the source.
Boris simply waved over his shoulder at the new presence entering the kitchen. There was no point in turning around; he knew who stood there. Moreover, it was his night to cook amongst the four.
''Where are the brats?'' Of course, he really meant team mates.
''Out to get a flick.'' The chef replied, barely paying any attention to the question.
This job, forcing him to prepare meals did not, in the least please him but at least this time it was quiet in their domain. There were no hungry moans and griping, only the sizzling of the meat beside him on the round turned on medium.
''I'm hungry.'' Well, it was peaceful.
The redhead walked up behind Boris, curious to identify their evening's meal. Currently, the cook was simply slicing vegetables. Yuriy sighed and leaned his head between each strong shoulder blade. His arms encircled the waistline that held up baggy sweatpants and as he let off a last shiver from the lingering cold outside, hands audaciously sought warmth.
All you could hear was the cackling of grease against the frying pan and the knife parting pieces of green pepper. Then, the latter ceased. Silver eyes flickered downward at the hands beneath his shirt, roaming over his chest.
''You're so warm.'' Yuriy muffled the words into the nape of his neck.
''And you're like ice.'' Boris snorted as he shivered.
He resumed cooking; ignoring the wandering fingers that first traveled upward It slowly became harder to dismiss the seductive gestures when a warm pair of lips found the skin of his neck. He could only smirk and more onto the next vegetable on his cutting bored to be diced.
Lukewarm fingertips brushed up against a nipple as teeth sunk into the skin behind his ear. There was definitely going to be a mark left behind. A hot tongue lapped at the mark and his breath tingled the indents. The faint groan amid the chopping sounds made Yuriy smile deviously. His teeth followed the path from neck to ear, softly kissing behind it. Then, they nipped at the tender cartilage, multi pierced and tugged on a metal hoop roughly.
''Yuriy...'' He heard his name breathed out huskily and the dicing noises did not reoccur as often.
Boris was too preoccupied even to care about cooking anymore. The others could starve for all he gave a damn. At least his new hunger would be satisfied, even if it meant they disappear to the bedrooms for a very long while. The smell of burning began to float to his nostrils and he reached out to turn the knob to off. As he did, arousing tips and nails slid down his chest, following each definition chiseled into his stomach then beneath the rim of his pants.
He could try with all his might, but there was nothing in the world he could think of to preoccupy his mind from the wandering palm sliding under his boxers to his thigh. Even lifting the knife to slice the last of the radishes proved futile. The first few cuts went well until he felt a squeeze groping the inner area. His eyes shut and the last sounds of the metal piercing the vegetable were ensued with a deep moan.
Then, the silver depths peered opened and went wide. Something stung. It was not the teeth ravishing his neck. He looked down and swallowed hard. A color similar to the radish skin began to pool on the chopping block. He did not trust his voice, but the baritone accent, laced with ache spoke up.
''Yuriy…I need a band-aid.''
''Why?''
''Your molesting me made me cut my finger and the blood is ruining a part of dinner.''
''Can't it wait? I'm busy…''
-EndE-
