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Yuri Leclerc ✦ Fire Emblem: Three HousesWell hey, if it isn't my favourite photographer. It's good to hear from you again.
( Truth be told, Yuri still isn't certain about this whole photography thing, however his curiosity regarding new (and potentially useful!) technology vastly outweighs his hesitance. With that in mind: )
How about this: if you show me how that camera of yours works, I'll model for you in the Gardens. Deal?
( Well, now. Yuri considers the message for a moment, weighs up the pros and cons of trying to sweet-talk his way out of it, then decides that tricking Stiles about something he saw probably isn't going to happen.
... Fuck. )
I'd say that kind of depends on which daddy you saw me with.
Have you been out snooping, Stiles?
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2021-05-11 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
( There are a number of tasks Yuri ends up putting on hold following the descent of the angry bees. He misses two pole classes, a planned robbery falls through, he has to put Red off for an extra week regarding the procurement of a locket — but on a more personal level? It's the fact that his gardening is set back by a couple of weeks that he's most looking to put right. He has responsibilities here in Noctium, yes, but Yuri now has a little more time to spend however he chooses, and it's been kind of nice to get back into a hobby that he'd assumed would die with his Varley-days persona.
'Michail' the gardener may not exist anymore, but that doesn't mean Yuri can't dip his toes back into the work he'd grown to enjoy.
He's wrist-deep in earth when he realises there's something distinctly different about the manicured space behind his house. While it's true that he hasn't had much time to get to know the garden — he only moved in recently — he'd had a vague idea of where things were (and what he might do to them), but in the ten days he's been trapped indoors he seems to have acquired some ... visitors?
Yeah, visitors.
They make themselves known to him when it becomes apparent that he isn't some kind of threat. Creeping on quietly at first — curiously, even — they nudge lightly at his knee, their touch gentle enough that it's kind of impossible to take them as an immediate threat. Be as that may, Yuri still nearly drops his trowel in surprise, before sitting back on his knees to follow the tendril back to—
Ah. A massive tangle of the damn things, peeking out from behind one of the ornamental trees. )
Where did you come from, huh?
( A frown pinches his brow as he reaches out to meet the tendril rubbing over his knee, all the while another creeps out from beneath the underbrush to examine (?) him where he's knelt. How they manage to remain unthreatening is beyond him — Yuri suspects it might be something to do with that soft, dreamy scent of lavender that seems to be following them around, dripping out of their leaves in a thin, viscous substance that glosses his fingertips when he reaches out to touch.
An easy smile settles on his lips as warmth curls its way around his system, unravelling the knot of tension that had formed between his shoulders when he'd first noticed the guests in his garden. What could there possibly be to worry about? They haven't taken over the garden, they're behaving with noticeable respect towards the other plants, and that scent is just ... Goddess, but it reminds him of the flower gardens he'd tended on the Varley estate. Lavender — or wait, maybe it's rose — fills his nostrils, soothing him to his very core, which is perhaps why he doesn't really notice that they're nudging him to his feet until he's actually standing again.
Huh.
It's then that he realises he can hear the bright plink of the doorbell chiming through the high halls of his home; the vines push him towards it eagerly, curling against his back and tugging at the strings of his apron until he's forced into action. Yuri blinks through that pleasant haze as he toes off his work boots in the kitchen, before heading through the house to where he can see an all-too familiar shape sitting outside the glass of his front door.
... Wait a minute. Sitting? )
Balthus, what—
( Yuri opens the door with a disbelieving laugh. That Balthus has managed to find a way to get the vines to help him laze around is just ... it's completely and utterly him, and Yuri folds his arms across his chest as a fond smirk curves the soft bow of his lips. )
Tell me you didn't get them to bring you all the way here like this.
( If Balthus is in the right mind to notice such things, he'll realise that Yuri looks ... different, to his usual self. His hair is pulled up into a messy bun on the top of his head and he's dressed down for gardening — some grey capri leggings and white Henley with elbow-rolled sleeves — most of which is covered anyway by a khaki apron with purple flowers embroidered across the chest.
Sue him. He thought it was cute.
... Still. There's something about the whole display (and the fragrance, and the burgeoning swell of warmth within him) that has him stepping onto the porch barefoot, where he offers a hand to help pull Balthus up from his ridiculous seat. )
C'mon, you fool. I'm not talking to you out here.
( ... Ah. Getting in touch with Alucard is something he's been meaning to do for a while now - ever since Balthus arrived and highlighted the fact that that he's been falling back into a spiral of bad habits. Avoiding someone because they happened to see a more vulnerable side of him? Yeah, that definitely falls into that category, and Yuri takes a moment to push down the pang of guilt that settles low in his gut. )
Well, if it isn't my favourite Puppy.
You had me at 'interesting properties,' but a drink would be nice too. How about we double up and make an afternoon of it? It'd be nice to see you again.
( Which ... yeah, is probably leading to a pretty substantial case of mixed signals, and so: )
Besides, I'm pretty sure I owe you an apology for disappearing on you after you pulled me out of that lake.
( He doesn't have to lean back to frame the curve of his cock against the ridge of his abs, but Yuri finds himself close to thanking a Goddess he no longer believes in that he takes the time to make a spectacle of it. In his current state of Devilish arousal Balthus is nothing less than a feast for the eyes: Yuri has never seen a cock quite like it before — not for size, for width, or even transformed embellishments — and his eyes linger appreciatively over the ridges as he soaks up the sight before him.
Seiros, but Yuri wants that dick. He wants that dick and he wants that man, and a hot, sticky feeling flushes through him again as his lower half quivers beneath the water. Unthinking, he dips a hand to the front of his hips to run his fingers against the slippery spot he'd noticed before. Where pearly scales had run along the thick coil of his tail Yuri is surprised to now find a gap: two thighs, two legs, but where he'd expect to find his cock rising to the occasion he can only feel a tender, slick little opening that seems to be leaking fluid.
Odd. In fact, it's the kind of odd that one might expect to pull him out of the moment and into concern — but the Sapphire pulses gently, drawing him away from thoughts of "where the fuck has my dick gone?" and towards "I wonder if it would feel good to have Bathus rub himself against it." Teeth graze over his lower lip as the pads of two fingers swirl over the slippery slit— )
Yeah.
( He breathes, feeling his more familiar entrance tighten with anticipation at the thought of that huge, glossy cockhead stretching at his rim. )
Seiros, you're so ...
( Pulling his hand away from himself to better hold onto the spread of Balthus's thighs, Yuri eases himself closer before lifting his gaze to those flame-tinted brown eyes again. )
C'mon, B. Let me taste that cock.
( Pink lips part to offer up the velvet-soft heat of his mouth. The tip of his tongue rests against his bottom lip as if inviting him to ease himself inside, and Yuri tilts his head back just enough to make the press of it a wet, easy slide. )
( Yuri isn't at all used to the concept of taking timed breaks, but you know? He's beginning to get the hang of shift work; the rhythms and patterns that make for a smooth night of dancing. He's touching himself up in Topaz's mirror when the Gem herself sashays by to remind him his break is almost over — just a few more hours and then he'll be able to head home to left-over salmon, buttered potatoes, and a whole heap of paperwork for the Brood.
No rest for the wicked, right?
He squeezes her hand in thanks before giving his hair one final tousle. It's been a good night tonight — he's finally been allowed to dance on one of the more popular stages, which means the tips have been coming in fast and he should have a decent amount to take home. Perhaps it has something to do with the new outfit he recent purchased from Worst Dragon: his skimpiest costume yet, but one that seems to be doing the trick.
Clear heels click across the floor as he moves through from the dressing room through to the stage — where he's immediately greeted by a holler that's beginning to seem all too familiar. )
Crystal! Hey, babe— c'mon, sugar, don't make me beg for my best girl.
( Yuri would roll his eyes for anyone else but Antonio is harmless, a well-paying regular, and actually one of the less demanding guys who frequents the club. He'd been utterly taken with Yuri from his debut night onwards and the pair have struck up a kind of rapport; he pays for the fantasy of having Crystal's attention and affection, and "Crystal" lets him pretend that he's getting some kind of special treatment.
It works for both of them, and so as the music slides from the tail-end of one song into another Yuri prowls across the stage towards him. The soft lighting caresses pale skin as he moves; it catches the juicy pink gloss of his lips and the pearly shimmer on his cheekbones and clavicles, )
You waited for me, huh?
( Yuri chuckles coyly, one palm stroking down the nearest pole as he sinks into a front split at the edge of the stage — ostensibly to offer the man the smooth curves of his thigh and left ass-cheek. The light moves, glancing across what appears to be a silver-swirl of a press-on tattoo stuck to that soft curve — but the way Antonio eagerly brings his phone in close (followed by the familiar 'plink' of a successful transaction) reveals its true purpose. )
Thank you, sweetheart.
( The purr is followed by a flirtatious wink as Yuri rises to his feet again, ever move calculated to flow into the other as he reaches for the pole. He doesn't notice Balthus and his new friend a table away — doesn't realise that he's completely and utterly fucking rumbled — and he glides around the pole once, easy as anything, before twirling up and beginning to dance. )
( This isn't the first time he and Balthus have found themselves trailing home from the Underground in the small hours of morning, and Yuri strongly (and fondly) suspects that it won't be their last. The Fight Night birthday celebration has been a resounding success: Balthus got to fight himself into punch-drunk giddiness with a paper crown perched atop his head, and everyone who attended seemed to have a roaring time watching (or indeed, participating in) each explosive round. Even Yuri was able to line his pockets with a little strategic betting on Balthus; all in all he's feeling pretty pleased with himself, and it shows in the tiny smirk he can't quite manage to wipe from his lips.
They stagger to the side when the birthday boy in question misses his footing on the pavement. He's lucky that Yuri is holding on to him to keep him from pitching over entirely, and he laughs as he wobbles in place before helping to push Balthus upright again. For half a heartbeat it's as though the pair of them never left Abyss: how many times have they stumbled back from the Wilting Rose Inn just like this, arm in arm, snickering through their tipsy whispers as they try not to cause a scene. )
Whoa there— c'mon, pal, I stayed out of the ring tonight for a reason.
( Yuri isn't tipsy this time. Over the course of the night he only indulged in a single glass of wine: his priority for the evening was to make sure Balthus had a good time, not to drink himself into a daze, and so he's feeling tired but remarkably clear-headed as they make their way back to his house. It isn't far now — they're at the top of his street, and Yuri lowers his voice that bit further as they pick their way past his sleeping neighbours: )
It's not your birthday any more, so no more special treatment. If you hit the deck I'm leaving you here to sleep it off.
( A bare-faced lie, of course, but then it was only meant to tease. Yuri flashes him a playful smirk as he slips a hand into his pocket to retrieve his keys, all the while guiding Balthus up the empty drive to the now familiar sight of his front door. )
( This whole going to sleep together, waking up together thing is beginning to feel familiar enough that, when Balthus peels himself out of bed, Yuri is only briefly roused by the jostle of the mattress and the rush of cool air beneath the covers. It's something he's actually found himself beginning to look forward to: when Balthus leaves, it means Yuri will get to enjoy the moment in which he comes back — and so he lets his senses dull to just-barely-engaged as his lover ostensibly relieves himself.
Balthus returns, and Yuri exhales a warm, pleased little sound as he rolls over and drapes an arm across that broad chest.
It's a few more hours before he hears the call of nature himself. Yuri tries to ignore it, tucks his face in against the curve of Balthus's shoulder, before giving in and stumbling his way to the bathroom as much by muscle memory than anything else. When he returns, however, his gaze settles on a collection of packages laid out on his vanity—
And just like that, Yuri remembers that today is his birthday.
A quick glance suggests that Balthus is still asleep — he's unmoving, at the very least — and so Yuri takes a moment to pad over to his vanity and inspect the bundle of gifts sitting there beneath a hand-written note. He opens that first, reads it over a couple of times as warmth begins to bloom in his chest and on his lips, before returning to the bed and sitting himself on the edge of Balthus's side. )
Hey.
( Slender fingers card through the warm silk of Balthus's sleep-tousled hair: )
Wake up, Sweetness. Looks like the birthday fairy's been good to me today.
( Yuri would be the first to admit that he likes it when Balthus lets him call the shots in the bedroom. It isn't as though he ever feels as though his needs aren't tended to — Saints, far from it — but he's only recently realised that he's kept his Boss persona strictly separate from the person with which Balthus spends time behind closed doors. It wasn't a conscious decision, exactly, but rather an interest in keeping their power dynamic fair: more than anything, Yuri wants Balthus to be his equal in all the ways that matter.
Sex, it turns out, is at the very top of that list.
What he hadn't planned for was that Balthus might actually want to sink to his knees and give in to doing as he's told. Having a thick, strong man knelt before him is as delicious a sight as he could hope to see, and his pulse beats a little quicker knowing that it's Balthus, that he wants this, that Yuri can perhaps give him something he needs while enjoying the process in return.
Getting to this moment has been everything it should be: erotic, sexy, super-charged with that thrum of electricity that seems to hang in the air between them as they navigate these waters, and Yuri feels uniquely powerful as he watches the way Balthus follows his every move with his gaze. He's beautiful, his man, all hard muscle and smooth brown skin, and his teeth scrape over his lower lip as he circles his kneeling form before coming to a halt in front of him. )
So, this is what you like.
( Yuri's eyes sparkle with warmth as he taps the pointed toe of his stiletto — bumping his small form up just a little higher on a pair of killer heels. Unlike Balthus, he's still dressed from a day of business meetings at Red's bar: he's all sleek charcoal and black with a flash of pink at his mouth, every inch the Savage Mockingbird that Fodlan made him out to be.
... That he made himself out to be. )
This is why you're so gentle with me, huh? Because you're a soft touch underneath it all?
( He thinks back to the men who've wanted this from him before. Yuri has no experience of doing this with a partner — his relationship with Pieter was sexual, sure, but it was sweetly teenage and vanilla — but his clients ...
Well. Those experiences were both specific and explicit, and Yuri learned a lot about men who like to be bossed around and made to feel small. He'd prefer to leave the rules as implications — to keep them in line with a wicked grin and little mystery — but he knows from experience that 'implication' isn't what's going to get a man like that off.
If Balthus is a man like that, then Yuri wants to be able to give it to him. Equals, right? Why wouldn't he want to help him explore such a private, personal need? A little gear-shift is all it takes: Yuri sucks his teeth as he leans down to take Balthus's chin between his forefinger and thumb, then tilts his face up to give him a piercing look. )
Tch. I guess it's just as well I let you get that job at the spa — what's a guy like you gonna be able to do for me, huh?
( Yuri straightens up again as he affects an expression of cool disinterest. )
You're gonna have to prove you're still worth my time. ( A beat. ) Agreed?
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