gift for marysuepwnsall drawing out the smile; pg; shishido/hisoka
Gift for: marysuepwnsall
title: drawing out the smile
author: mutedmumbles
rating: pg
fandom: tenipuri/yami no matsuei crossover
pairing: shishido ryou/hisoka kurosaki
warnings: boys playing with make-up, i suppose.
notes: this fic is just under 400 words long. enjoy the fic, mary sue.
"What is this?" asked Hisoka. His eyes were wide and very green and he was confused as he eyed the tubes of make-up Shishido had dropped onto his lap.
"Don't be lame," Shishido said, narrowing his eyes for good measure and looking generally pissed off for no reason - you know, like usual. "That's my mom's best red lipstick. And her mascara."
"Yes, I had gathered that much. Why did you dump them on my lap?"
Shishido shrugged, looking away from Hisoka in a way that meant he was probably kind of embarrassed, but not embarrassed enough to stop talking. "Dunno…"
"There had to be a reason," Hisoka pried, eyes narrowing with disdain and heavily masked affection in the way that they only did when he was speaking to Shishido (Shishido thought it was kind of hot).
Sighing, Shishido replied, "I think you'd look… cute wearing that stuff."
Hisoka was speechless - his eyes were wide, his mouth was ajar, and he couldn't speak or breathe for all the anger and embarrassment he felt at Shishido's statement.
He turned really red.
"I… I would not!"
"Would too," Shishido smirked. "Come on, lame-ass, try it on!"
"NO!"
"Why, you scared?"
"No."
"Then try it on!"
"No!"
"Why not, then?"
"It's for girls!"
"No," Shishido said with a smirk as he climbed onto Hisoka's lap and started whispering in the other boy's ear. "It's to make people look sexy. And I think you'd look sexy in that, so put it on."
Hisoka tried to speak, but it just wasn't working because he was awed by Shishido's hotness and he enjoyed the attention, really, deep deep down, underneath all his protests and blushing and arguing with Shishido and everyone else.
Finally, with a defeated sigh, he said, "I'd really rather not. You can put it on for me, though."
Shishido's grin was a mile wide, though not literally as that would be quite disturbing. "Hisoka, you're really not as lame as I thought!"
Hisoka went "hmph" and tried, ineffectively, to push Shishido off his lap. "Yeah? Well you're still just as lame as I always thought."
He was smiling, though, and continued doing so until Shishido had to apply the lipstick, because then he was pouting and then, after that, he was kissing Shishido hotly and with tongue, but after that he was smiling.
He was smiling quite a lot, actually.
title: drawing out the smile
author: mutedmumbles
rating: pg
fandom: tenipuri/yami no matsuei crossover
pairing: shishido ryou/hisoka kurosaki
warnings: boys playing with make-up, i suppose.
notes: this fic is just under 400 words long. enjoy the fic, mary sue.
"What is this?" asked Hisoka. His eyes were wide and very green and he was confused as he eyed the tubes of make-up Shishido had dropped onto his lap.
"Don't be lame," Shishido said, narrowing his eyes for good measure and looking generally pissed off for no reason - you know, like usual. "That's my mom's best red lipstick. And her mascara."
"Yes, I had gathered that much. Why did you dump them on my lap?"
Shishido shrugged, looking away from Hisoka in a way that meant he was probably kind of embarrassed, but not embarrassed enough to stop talking. "Dunno…"
"There had to be a reason," Hisoka pried, eyes narrowing with disdain and heavily masked affection in the way that they only did when he was speaking to Shishido (Shishido thought it was kind of hot).
Sighing, Shishido replied, "I think you'd look… cute wearing that stuff."
Hisoka was speechless - his eyes were wide, his mouth was ajar, and he couldn't speak or breathe for all the anger and embarrassment he felt at Shishido's statement.
He turned really red.
"I… I would not!"
"Would too," Shishido smirked. "Come on, lame-ass, try it on!"
"NO!"
"Why, you scared?"
"No."
"Then try it on!"
"No!"
"Why not, then?"
"It's for girls!"
"No," Shishido said with a smirk as he climbed onto Hisoka's lap and started whispering in the other boy's ear. "It's to make people look sexy. And I think you'd look sexy in that, so put it on."
Hisoka tried to speak, but it just wasn't working because he was awed by Shishido's hotness and he enjoyed the attention, really, deep deep down, underneath all his protests and blushing and arguing with Shishido and everyone else.
Finally, with a defeated sigh, he said, "I'd really rather not. You can put it on for me, though."
Shishido's grin was a mile wide, though not literally as that would be quite disturbing. "Hisoka, you're really not as lame as I thought!"
Hisoka went "hmph" and tried, ineffectively, to push Shishido off his lap. "Yeah? Well you're still just as lame as I always thought."
He was smiling, though, and continued doing so until Shishido had to apply the lipstick, because then he was pouting and then, after that, he was kissing Shishido hotly and with tongue, but after that he was smiling.
He was smiling quite a lot, actually.