AN: Chapter 2! Thanks so much to everyone who commented and added this story to their library. I hope you’ll like this one as well. This chapter is pretty much just self-indulgence, not much point to it, but who cares. Enjoy reading anyway X3

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Chapter 2:

“Go on,” Yuri urged as he leaned in impeccably closer to him, his breath caressing his ear. His voice was lower than Flynn had ever heard and his eyes appeared darker. “Seduce me.”

Flynn felt his breath hitch in his throat as an unfamiliar feeling of excitement made his stomach clench. He wasn’t serious, was he?

Swallowing thickly, Flynn slipped out from Yuri’s hold, moving away from him and the desk. But, he made no attempt to run for the door like any rational minded person would have.

“What?” Yuri muttered with a small hint of disappointment in his voice.

To hell with rationality.

“I can’t seduce you with this armour on,” Flynn said, his voice surprisingly not as shaky as he thought it would be. Still, he turned his back to Yuri as he methodically removed his outer armour, letting it hit the floor piece by piece.

He felt ridiculous (what was he doing?) and briefly wondered if Yuri was secretly sniggering at him behind his back. Then, he heard it. It was faint, that there was a very obvious intake of air heard behind him.

Somewhat surprised, Flynn snuck a glance over his shoulder as he finally removed the blue cape of his armour, letting it slowly slide down his back to drop to the floor, pooling at his feet. But he took no noticed of that. All he could see was Yuri, leaning against the desk, his hand gripping at the edges tightly, staring at him. The glow of the setting sun from the window behind him only deepened the intensity of his eyes.

And because of those eyes, all rational thought left him.

Seemingly realising that Flynn was looking at him, Yuri tilted his head at him, as if saying; now what? And Flynn took that as a challenge.

With a newfound sense of boldness, Flynn crossed the room to stand before Yuri, looking him in the eyes. He took a moment to study his childhood friend, searching for any signs of teasing or amusement within his features or his expressive eyes. And he found none. What he did see both surprised him and encouraged him to continue.

Taking another step closer, their bodies’ mere inches apart now, Flynn’s hands moved to rest against Yuri’s chest. He could feel his heartbeat beneath his palm and it was quickening. Much like his own heart-rate.

Flynn lightly trailed a hand over Yuri’s exposed chest, deftly brushing his fingertips over his bony collarbone, until he reached the hollow indentation of his throat. There, he unexpectedly lean forward and place a chaste kiss against the skin. He felt Yuri stiffen before him, hands that were on clutching the desk suddenly moving to hold him, tightening in a way that he was now drawing him closer.

Pulling away from his chest, Flynn lifted his head to look at Yuri straight in his eyes. Slowly, he lifted his hands, moving them purposely slowly along his collarbone and throat, until they reached his jawline. Strands of Yuri’s dark hair brushed against the back of his hands and he flicked them aside with his fingers, unintentionally doing it in a way that caused his fingertips to caress the skin of Yuri’s cheek.

And as he did this, his eyes never strayed from Yuri’s.

Flynn had no idea what he was doing. None. He shouldn’t be doing this, right? Best friends don’t do these ‘kind’ of things. But, Yuri wasn’t exactly stopping him, and he found that both thrilling and comforting at the same time.

He could feel Yuri’s heated breath against his lips and then he brushed their lips together. It was soft, light and quick, but he felt a shiver race up his spine at the bare contact.

Suddenly, Yuri’s arms tightened around him even more, one around his back, the other grasping the back of his head. Then, their lips were pressed together. Yuri’s mouth strained against his and Flynn gripped his shoulders as he opened his mouth on a silent gasp, only to utter a moan a mere moment later when he felt Yuri’s heated tongue slip passed his lips to move over his own.

The kiss was deep, passionate and all consuming.

Flynn was mildly surprised by how tight Yuri’s arms were around him when his childhood best friend somehow managed to reserve their positions, pinning Flynn to the desk, his mouth hungrily moving against his.

With hands grasping and touching just about everywhere, this was no longer a slow, methodical seduction. And it seemed that Flynn was no longer the one doing the seducing. Or maybe, he had been rather successful and caused Yuri’s restraint to go snap?

Not that it particularly matter anymore who was seducing who and for what reason. It was beyond seduction now; this was passion.

Yuri broke the kiss, allowing Flynn the chase to draw in a gasp of air, only for it to hitch in his throat a moment later when Yuri trained those lips to the surprisingly sensitive skin on his neck, hastily pulling aside his clothing in order to gain more access. And Flynn found himself physically pushing against Yuri, not to force him away, but to be closer to him. His breath was coming in soft, short pants as he wrapped one arm around his shoulders, threading the fingers of his other hand in Yuri’s long hair, keeping his head, his lips against his neck.

With his eyes half-lidded from the pleasure, Flynn stared up at the ceiling. What was he doing? How did it come to this?

“Yuri…” Flynn breathed, his back arching against his will when he felt Yuri’s hand slip under his shirt. “Yuri, wait-!”

Finally, Flynn found the strength to move his limps, really pushing Yuri back to bring order to the insanity that had taken over them both. He didn’t want things to go in the direction they were going without making a few things clear.

“Let’s just calm down for a second, all right?” Flynn said, slightly breathless as he tried to scramble away from Yuri, to put some distance between them in an attempt to gain some clarity. While he wasn’t at all experienced in the area of seduction and whatnot, he knew what would happen if they kept going. And while that wasn’t exactly a bad thing (blush), he didn’t like the whole ‘mission’ aspect to be hanging over his head the entire time. “I think we’re getting carried away.”

Flynn was trying very hard to be the rational one. Yuri, on the other hand, pouted at him. Yes, pouted. Although Flynn was sure Yuri would deny it to the death, there was no denying that badass Yuri Lowell was pouting like a kid who had just had his candy taken from him.

“Why?” And, my, was that a whine?

“I just needed to make a few things clear,” Flynn said as he placed a hand on Yuri’s chest in an attempt to keep some distance between them and, secretly, to simply touch him again.

Yuri rolled his eyes as he pushed forward against Flynn’s hand. “I’m really not trying to seduce Estelle,” he stated quickly.

“Not that,” Flynn said as he shook his head. “I just…I’m not doing this because of some interfering old fools told me to.”

“Jeez, Flynn, don’t you think I know that?” Yuri scoffed. He actually scoffed at him.

“Yuri-”

Whatever Flynn had intended to say, it was lost when Yuri grabbed him by the arm, pulled him away from the desk and over the short distance to the bed, of which he literally threw him upon. Startled, Flynn bounced on the mattress for a moment and made an attempt to sit up, only to feel Yuri push him back down and then lean over him, his hands planted on either side of his head.

“What are-?”

“Hey, in their eyes I’m an incorrigible rogue, right?” Yuri said as his hair curtained over his shoulders.

“That’s not exactly a good thing, Yuri,” Flynn mumbled.

“Let them continue to think that,” Yuri continued. “After all, what better way to keep a hellion like me in check than the commandant himself? This way, those useless old farts of the so-called Royal Council have no right to object to anything, hmm?”

That actually made a bit of sense. If Yuri was such a concern for them, then Flynn would just have to take sole responsibility of him, right?

And as Yuri leaned down to kiss him again; Flynn wrapped his arms around him, pushing aside any and all thoughts about the Royal Advisors and their so-called ‘mission’. He would deal with them later.

Right now? Well, he had more important things to think about. Or rather, not think about…

… … … … … … …

The following day, after a rather…eventful night and morning (ahem), Flynn found himself standing before the towering figures of the Royal Advisors once more.

“Has the mission been initiated?” He was asked in all seriousness.

That was one way of putting it, Flynn mused to himself, hoping against hope that he didn’t blush darkly at that.

“Yes, sir,” Flynn said stiffly.

“Good,” the old councilman nodded, satisfied. “Our Princess's innocence and chastity will remain untainted by that rebellious rogue.”

...The same couldn't be said for Flynn himself. It was fortunate that he was so good at hiding his injuries under a veil of normalcy that he was able to disguise a rather telling limp he had required overnight.

Damn that Yuri. Incorrigible nothing. He simply had no self-restraint!

“You are dismissed, commandant.”

“Thank you, sir.”

But, as Flynn turned to leave, another voice piped up, a female one that held a sense of questioning tinged with mirth.

“One more thing, commandant; how did you require that limp?”

Foregoing his remarkable commandant training and instincts, Flynn snapped his head around to that very councilwoman and gave her a glare that was both vicious and dangerous.

And granted her a blush that seemed to answer her question quite well.

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