Conflict Of Interests

Drabble 50: Aprons and Frills

By: Kigen

Unofficially entitled Bedtimes Stories of a Crimson Nightmare. Some HaoLyserg humor to commemorate the drabble that started it all. Rated R cause it's fun.

50TH DRABBLE EVERYONE!!

With the 50th drabble, comes a special event. And that event is a contest. Check out my newly vamped up author's page for details. It's down near the end, second to last paragraph.

Discalimer: Here we are at the 50th drabble. A big event. Lyserg wears woman's clothing to celebrate. If Shaman King was mine, Lyserg would be celebrating a different kind of 50th, if you catch my drift.

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Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it five times to the seventh ring of hell.

Lyserg hated his life.

And he had thought that it was a fool proof bet. I mean, who would have thought that Hao would have been able to beat him at figuring out who the murderer in the movie was?

Damn whoever made the movie and decided the murderer was Aki and not Setsuna-san.

So now, Lyserg was doomed to be Hao's slave for the entire day. The first thing Hao did that morning, was demand that Lyserg make him breakfast. Now, Lyserg didn't mind that. They tended not to trust Hao in the kitchen with the stove anyways.

The pyro couldn't quite grasp that camp fires belonged outside, not in the sink.

But, of course, Hao couldn't just be normal about the bet. Oh no. The fire shaman had to be the biggest pervert about it that he could be.

The first thing Hao had done was pick out something for Lyserg to wear. And it couldn't just be something skimpy or sexy. Hao wasn't that nice or normal. First, he had chosen a dress. It wasn't just any dress, but a maid's dress with a skirt so short that he had to go without underwear, and a top cut so deep, that if he had been female it would have been criminal to wear it in public.

Thank god he and Hao were the only ones homes.

But again, Hao couldn't stop at just the dress. Hao had picked an apron just as tiny as the dress he wore and was beyond evil. It was nothing but lace and ribbon and frills and white and more lace and more ribbon, and more and more frills.

Lyserg felt for the lolitas that gave up their lives to create such a monstrosity.

Arms wrapped around Lyserg's waist from behind, pulling him flush against Hao's front. "Breakfast ready yet Honey?" Hao purred, nipping Lyserg's ear.

Lyserg twitched. He was so going to get Hao back for this. "It'll be ready in a few minutes Hao."

"Uh-uh-uh." Hao tsked, nipping a bit harder at Lyserg's ear than he normally would have. "What are you supposed to call me now Lyserg Dear?"

Lyserg gritted his teeth. "Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes Hao-SAMA."

Hao chuckled, pleased. "Good boy Lyserg. But you always are a good boy, aren't you Lyserg?" Hao smirked, letting his hand begin to trail along the top of Lyserg's ungodly high socks and further up his thigh.

Lyserg quickly slapped the hand under his short skirt and plopped Hao's breakfast onto a plate. "Breakfast is served Hao-sama." Lyserg smirked, and turned away.

He may have lost the bet, but he would not lose the war.

But Hao put up a fierce fight.

After breakfast, it was out of the apron, and Lyserg was made to mop every floor in the hallway on his hands and knees.

Hao made sure to follow right behind him; every step of the way.

Damn his lack of underwear.

But Lyserg was able to hold his own defenses. When Hao had gone off to answer the door (Lyserg didn't wanna know what Hao did to send Manta scurrying off like he did), Lyserg had slipped into their room and put on a pair of underwear.

Hao may have pouted, but it wasn't against the rules.

Lyserg just wished the underwear hadn't been panties.

However, despite his armor, Lyserg felt a pinch to his rear more than once while he was bent over.

The score was now two to nothing, and Lyserg wasn't going to go down without a fight.

After a rather uneventful lunch, the third event came. Hao wanted to go out and have a nice peaceful stroll through the woods. Lyserg was able to sneak on something that actually covered his body.

Though the black fuck me shorts (as Hao called them) weren't his first choice, they were better then the mini skirt of easy access.

The walk was uneventful, Lyserg actually enjoyed the way Hao hugged the dowser to his side in the slightly chilly weather, and the peaceful serenity of the trail.

The score was up two to one.

It may have been a small victory, but Lyserg would take it.

After a dinner that went rather well (aside from Hao's foot which molested his leg under the table throughout the meal).

Only a bath remained, and then bed. They were the last two events, and the most difficult.

Lyserg tried everything to distract Hao from the inevitable. He washed the fire shaman's back, his hair (something only Lyserg was permitted to touch). Lyserg even massaged his back. Hell, he massaged Hao's entire body! But Hao managed to sneak in three whole gropes, so Lyserg decided to count that battle as a tie.

Now, the main event.

Bedtime.

Lyserg didn't fight the nightie he was put into (even more lace and frills and ribbons, did Hao have a lolita fetish he was unaware of?)

"Well Lyserg Dear, can you guess what my last order for the night is as your master?" Hao purred, pinning the dowser to the bed.

"I have no idea Hao-sama." Lyserg faked innocence.

"Hn, that's not what you're mind's saying."

And Damn Hao's ability to read his mind!

"I heard that Lyserg."

Shit.

"Now Lyserg Sweet, I know you know what my last request for the night is. Why don't you behave like a good little slave and obey your master's command Hao's lips nipped at Lyserg's neck.

Lyserg sighed.

Hao: 3.5

Lyserg: 1.5

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Hoped everyone enjoyed that drabble. Everything's a battle with Hao and Lyserg. Next chapter, I recently uncovered the first YohLyserg drabble I ever wrote, so I thought I'd share that next time. Beware the horribleness of something I wrote two years ago.

Thanks for sticking with me for 50 drabbles, and please review, there are more to come!

Ja min'na-san!