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| 2008-03-06 15:16 |
| [FIC] Suikoden III |
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Title: N/A
Fandom: Suikoden III (AU)
Pairing: Hugo/Caesar
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 618 words
Notes: Crack AU inspired by badfic; not meant to be taken seriously at all.
Hugo knelt on the dilapidated dresser and braced one hand on the edge of the mirror, leaning in close to apply the last of his eyeliner. The pencil was nearly worn to a stub, but it was probably good for another night or two. Pulling back a bit from the mirror, he turned his head from side to side, critically examining his makeup. Dark eyeliner, a bit of gold eyeshadow, just a touch of glitter along his cheekbones--check. He didn't really go for the bright colors some of the others preferred--then again, he thought a bit nastily, he didn't need to disguise his features the way they did.
Sighing, he hopped off the dresser and began to root through the top drawer for his jewelry. His hands skimmed over an assortment of cheap bangles that sparkled in the dim light of the back room. Seemingly randomly he picked out several necklaces and bracelets, fastening them easily onto himself with the ease of long practice. His customers seemed to like it when he played up the mysterious foreign barbarian part of his appearance, and what they liked, they got. He hung one last strand of beads around his neck, the glass cool against his bare skin, and gazed into the mirror again.
"It'll work," he muttered, deciding to forgo a shirt and just stick with the low-slung pants he already had on.
"What'll work?" a sleepy voice asked with a yawn.
Hugo turned, a smile on his lips. "Hey, Caesar. Just getting ready. Don't tell me you just woke up."
The redhead shrugged, his eyes half-lidded. "And what if I did?"
"Of course you did." He rolled his eyes, jumping back up to sit on the dresser and beckoned Caesar over. "At least you didn't oversleep today." It was a moment's work to straighten the other boy's rumpled button-down shirt into something less sloppy and more sexily unkempt. "There."
Caesar smirked faintly. "What would I do without you?" He stepped forward between Hugo's legs, standing on his toes so that the two were nearly nose to nose.
"Not much." Hugo grinned, threading his fingers through Caesar's hair. He dropped his voice, brushing his lips against the other boy's. "If you're not busy tonight, maybe we could do some double-teaming..." he whispered huskily.
There was a creak as the door opened. "Shii? Are you back there? Only there's a customer asking for you, and--"
"Damn," Caesar sighed disappointedly, disentangling himself from Hugo. "One moment, Sugar."
"Any idea who it is?"
"Probably Peggi--he hasn't been in yet this week. Which means I'll be busy for most of the night. Sorry."
Hugo waved his apology off. As Caesar went through the door, he could hear the family cry of "SHIIBABY!!!!" meaning that he'd been right about the identity of his customer, as usual. At least Peggi paid well.
There was a small sound from the corner of the room. Looking up, Hugo saw that Sugar hadn't left yet. The smaller boy's wide brown eyes were fixed unblinkingly on him. "...what is it?" he asked finally, unable to keep from shivering.
"Nothing!" Sugar squeaked, turning red. But his gaze didn't falter, and he didn't offer any further explanation.
The increasingly creepy silence was broken by a shout from the front room. "BLAZE! CUSTOMER!"
"Thank the spirits," Hugo breathed, practically running to the door. Any excuse to get away. As he passed through the doorway, though, he could've sworn he felt something brush against his ass. He resolved not to think about the fact that it was probably Sugar, or that he thought he heard a mutter of something like "my sexy Karayan prince."
He had work to do, after all.
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