Sano is a bit surprised by Saitou’s tastes.
Two men in a slightly darkened room.
An air between them of surprise, tension, secrecy.
A worried tone.
“You swear you won’t tell anyone?”
The shaking-out of folded garments; the rustle of fine cloth.
A floral pattern, sparkling gold stitching. Crimson and gilt.
Eyes widen. Disbelief that he’s actually going to put that thing on.
“It’s pretty, isn’t it?”
A dumbfounded nod.
The black yukata goes before, the sable obi and golden sash after.
A box is opened by precise gloved hands; one of the men gapes. “You’re not seriously…”
A silencing look.
Cool white cream smooths over warm skin, hiding all natural coloring.
A whisper. “‘Jime, I can’t believe you’re actually doing this.”
A young man by now very much discomfited. “I had no idea you were into this kind of stuff.”
A black pencil around already-dark eyes.
“I mean, you of all people…”
A harsh look, a remembered agreement.
A sweep of gemlike scarlet across puckered lips.
A mirror held up in satisfied gloved hands.
A tori-atama actually trembling. “I don’t believe what I’m seeing.”
An amused reply. “You look lovely; besides, you agreed to it, in exchange for–”
“Yeah, yeah, I know… but when do I get to wash this crap off?”
“After we’re done.”
A licentious look. “Fine. But is this what I gotta let you do to me every time I wanna top you?”
This was written for Queen Yokozuna’s Sizzle and Burn s a i s a Fanfiction Challenge, for the cross-dressing bonus category. These days it teeters on the edge of being downright hateful, so I’ve rated it .