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Outfit – Theoretical 'seduction' outfit

Seduction

"You know... I don't think women are that guard's type," Judy interrupted. "We walked passed him earlier and I'm pretty sure he was staring at you, Yuri."

"I wasn't paying attention..." Yuri frowned and glanced back. "Are you sure it's the same guard?"

"Yes." Judy nodded. "He was definitely checking you out. You'd be the perfect distraction."

Crossing his arms, Yuri huffed and then shrugged. "Yeah, sure, I'll give it a shot." He turned to go walk up to the guard when Judy grabbed his arm.

"You're not going to try and seduce him looking like that, are you?"

"You already said he was staring at me. So unless that was 'uninterested staring'..."

"Well, yes, he's interested, but not enough to leave his post for you. That'll take something special. Something... sexy." Judy smirked at Yuri's uncomfortable expression. "You have tried seducing people before, right Yuri? I mean... you're not a bad flirt."

"There's never been anyone I've been interested in seducing," Yuri muttered, glaring at her. It was a lie, but hopefully not an obvious one. He wanted to seduce Flynn... and he had been seduced once, by a guy who'd looked a lot like Flynn. They'd both been pretty drunk and, unless his name had actually been Guy, Yuri wasn't even sure he remembered his name.

She raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. Unfortunately Estelle didn't have the same amount of tact.

"You've never had a girlfriend, Yuri?" Estelle was wide-eyed with surprise.

"Wow..." Karol sounded shocked too. "I figured you'd be really popular with the girls, Yuri."

"Girls aren't what I'm interested in," he admitted, trying not to wince when Estelle's face fell slightly. He'd hoped her crush on Flynn hadn't transferred to him. "Not really interested in most guys either."

"Most guys... so there are a few you are interested in?" Judy teased, leaning in with obvious amusement.

He rolled his eyes. "Obviously. Look, how much am I going to hate you for whatever outfit you have in mind?"

"Oh... don't be like that. Maybe you'll like it." She smirked.

Yuri had to remind himself that killing Judy would be an inappropriate response to whatever she was planning.

The long black stockings, the purple skirt to his ankles with a slit up to his thigh, the black blouse over a stuffed bra... and his hair was curled around the ends. From a distance he looked like a girl. Even up close, he was easy to mistake.

"What's the point of dressing up like a woman if he was staring at me before?" Yuri wobbled slightly on the purple heels, though quickly finding his balance; they were only about two inches high at most since Yuri had threatened to stab her in the eyes with the stiletto heeled boots she'd first tried to foist on him.

Judy had thought it was hilarious when he made the threat, but she'd set them aside in favor of more manageable shoes just the same.

"You look really good in drag, Yuri," Judy assured him, laughing when he scowled at her. "Oh come on, smile. Trust me, this is perfect."

"You do look pretty, Yuri." Estelle's face was pink and she couldn't quite look him in the eye. "Really pretty."

"Yeah, I'd almost think you were a girl," Karol agreed, ducking when Yuri reached out to swat him.

"Whatever. I'm going to go distract the guard." Yuri stalked off through the Inn and out into the chill air. Taking a deep breath, he slowed his walk and tried putting a little swish into his step. He stopped when the swish nearly made him lose his balance. However, once he got near the guard, he purposely stumbled into him.

"Are you alright?" The knight reached out to steady him.

"Yeah... I'm still getting used to the shoes." Yuri looked up sheepishly and met the guard's eyes. The other man had pushed up the faceplate on his helmet to reveal clear blue eyes and straight blond hair.

"You... you're that guy from earlier..." the knight stammered. "But you're..."

Yuri felt his face flush, suddenly feeling ridiculous again when face to face that this guard was... well... actually his type. "Well, sometimes... it's kind of nice to feel pretty," he said. "I don't wear things like this a lot," which was true, "but sometimes..."

"You do look pretty." The knight blushed and looked away.

"My friends don't know I do this, though. I mean... it's kind of strange isn't it?" Yuri felt a little more confident now, seeing that the guard seemed to find Yuri's new look attractive. It was almost a shame they were going to have to clobber this guy.

"No! I mean... you look good in that, so it can't be strange... not really."

Smiling a little, Yuri leaned back against the wall. "Umm... all you have to do is watch the lift, right?"

"Yes...?"

"Well..." Yuri pointed to a dark corner where Judy was supposed to waiting with Estelle and Karol. "You could also watch from there, right? I just... I'm not sure I'm ready to be standing out in the open like this for too long... but I like talking with you."

"Well... I'm supposed to stand here, but I'm sure I can watch just fine from there." Yuri laughed when the knight held out his arm to escort Yuri. "This way I can help you stay steady on those shoes."

"They are harder to walk on than ladies make them look," Yuri declared with a grin, sliding his hand around the offered arm.

As soon as they made it into the dark, Judy came up behind them and smacked the knight in the back of his head. Yuri let go as the guy dropped to the ground.

"Karol gets to be the knight," Yuri declared, kicking off the shoes. "I've played dress up enough for one evening."

Several months later, Yuri had – mostly – managed to put his one night of cross-dressing out of his mind. Then Flynn was helping him sort through his things at the Inn and found the skirt.

"Did... some of Judy's things get mixed in with yours?"

Yuri turned at the question and found himself face to fabric with the long purple skirt. "No... that... uh... there was a guard that needed distracting... it's a long story." Yuri blushed and yanked the skirt out of Flynn's hands.

"You... distracted a guard. By dressing like a woman?"

Crossing his arms, Yuri scowled and looked away. "It was Judy's idea. And she must have left these here for me as some sort of demented gift since I certainly didn't want to keep them."

Flynn chuckled softly.

"What?" Yuri turned to glare at his friend. "What's so funny, Flynn?"

"I just can't really imagine you in a skirt, that's all. Or this," he added, holding up the padded bra.

Yuri's blush deepened as Flynn started laughing outright. "Oh god... give me that," he snatched it away. Looking at the bra for a long moment, Yuri smiled slyly. "You know what? How about I show you?"

Flynn's laughter cut off with a small choked sound. "Show me?" he echoed.

"Yeah, sure. Everyone said I looked pretty. Might as well show off a little." Yuri smirked and then kicked Flynn out the door so he could change alone.

Once he was dressed, though, Yuri almost couldn't bring himself to open the door. It was with shaking hands that he grabbed the doorknob and forced himself to let Flynn see.

"So... last time Judy attacked my hair with a curling iron, but everything else is basically the same." Yuri stepped back unsteadily. "What do you think?"

"U-uh..." Flynn's eyes ran roved all over him and Yuri shivered. "Good. You look good." His voice was strange. Yuri didn't think he'd ever heard that pitch in his tone before. "W-why'd you have to wear this to distract a guard, though? I mean... you always look good... I mean..." Flynn's cheeks turned pinker as he looked away, embarrassed.

"Honestly, I didn't get it either," Yuri shut the door behind Flynn and shrugged. "Judy was pretty insistent, though, and she got Estelle in on picking out the clothes. About the only thing I got to veto was the six-inch high boots they originally picked out. I'd have probably broken my ankle in those. All I had to do was get the knight to a dark corner so Judy could clobber him in the head with her spear."

"I didn't need to hear that part," Flynn muttered.

"He was in Cumore's brigade. The guy was fine; woke up minus his armor and no way of explaining what happened to his squad, but otherwise the worst he suffered was a headache."

"So... you just... talked to him."

"Yup."

"Wearing that outfit."

"Uh-huh."

"Did he..." Flynn looked down and took a few steps forward, closing most of the distance between them. "Did he try anything with you?"

"No..." Yuri frowned. "Though he followed me to a dark corner; I'm sure he wanted to."

"But he didn't." Flynn sounded relieved as he reached out to toy with Yuri's hair. "Bet he wanted to do this," Flynn murmured and then leaned forward, pressing his lips against Yuri's.

Freezing in shock, Yuri couldn't quite believe what was happening. Flynn was kissing him.

Flynn was kissing him.

Then Flynn started to pull away and Yuri's brain clicked back on. He surged forward, keeping their lips locked as he put his arms around Flynn's shoulders. After that was a blur of tongues and lips and tasting for the first time what he'd wanted for years. He didn't notice, until Flynn was sliding it off under his shirt, that Flynn had undone his bra.

When he tossed the stuffed thing away, he ran his hands down the outside of Yuri's once again flat chest. His nails slid lightly over the material of the shirt, sending shivers down his spine and eliciting a very unmanly squeak when Flynn went over his nipples.

"That's better," Flynn declared before dragging Yuri into another kiss.

"So," Yuri pulled away with a gasp, "you like the skirt."

"Looks good on you," Flynn told him, pressing their foreheads together. "But..."

"But what?" Yuri grinned. "You've just been kissing me while I'm in a skirt, Flynn. Don't get shy on me now."

"I think I'd like the skirt better if I could take it off of you."

"Mmm... let's give it a try then, shall we?" Yuri moaned as Flynn's mouth descended onto his neck, nipping and kissing and licking...

Maybe having a few skirts in the wardrobe wasn't such a bad thing after all...