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He wasn't quite sure how to broach the subject with his servant. It wasn't really the kind of thing a master and servant talked about. And even though on some subconscious level they both knew they were more than that to each other, Elliot still thought this was a pretty stupid idea.

And yet he was contemplating how well Leo would take it.

He glanced down at the rather large bundle of cloth that he was carrying then to his valet, who was too engrossed in his book to notice his master.

This was a really, really stupid idea. But some part of him wanted to do this so he tentatively called out the noirette's name.

"Mmm?"  Leo didn't even look up from his book. Elliot wondered if he should push through with this. Some people may think that Leo was calm and soft and well, wimpy but Elliot knew exactly how volatile the noirette's temper could be and how violent he actually was.

"What do you want Elliot?"

Leo's voice startled Elliot out of his thoughts.  He saw that Leo was now looking at him, book resting on his lap with a finger tucked in between the pages he stopped at.

"I—I…ahhh…I was…" The Nightray heir could feel his face heating up. "I want you to wear these!"

He thrust the bundle in his arms towards his servant. Stance rigid and face a hot red, he waited for Leo to stand up and walk towards him. Leo took the bundle and held it out, his large spectacles hiding his expression as he examined what he held.

"You want me to wear this?" the voice was deceptively calm. Elliot felt a bit of panic creeping up to his embarrassment. Not able to speak, he nodded.

"Elliot." The Nightray heir flinched. He knew this was a stupid idea. He couldn't believe he even thought this was an acceptable idea. He would never again listen to that stupid Vessalius kid, or to Miss Sharon or Xerxes Break. It seemed so reasonable when they explained it but now, staring at those glinting glasses covering Leo's eyes, Elliot couldn't help but think how gullible he had been.

"T-this is stupid!" The blonde blurted out as he tried to grab the garment back. Leo stepped away quickly, keeping it just out of reach. "Give it back. I don't even know why I thought this would be okay!"

"It's a dress."

At that statement, Elliot felt his face heat up more. He wasn't quite sure if Leo was teasing or pissed.

"You want me to wear a dress." Leo stood away a couple of feet from him, holding the rather gorgeous dress aloft, the billowy skirt barely brushing the carpets.

"NO! I just. There's this stupid ball I have to attend tomorrow night but Vanessa can't go. And I have to escort a lady but everyone's annoying and I don't want to be with a simpering chit for the rest of the night!"

"I'm a boy Elliot. And a servant. Definitely the farthest definition from a lady."

"I know, I know! It's just that the stupid Vessalius kid joked that you would look good in a dress, then Xerxes Break said that you could pass off as a lady if you had the right clothes then Miss Sharon said she could lend me a dress for you." He knew he was rambling. He knew he sounded like an idiot but he really didn't know what else to do or how to explain why he wanted Leo to wear a dress. "I don't know. At that time I thought you would look good in a dress and I…I just wanted to see it. Look, it's a stupid idea. Just give me the dress so I can give it back to Miss Sharon. We can forget this ever happened."

"I don't think so." Leo turned away, still holding the dress. "I can't believe how easily fooled you were, Elliot." There was a definite teasing tone in that statement. Elliot bristled.

"Shut up!" He stalked towards the smaller boy. "Just give the dress back."

Leo glanced at him over his shoulder, giving the blonde a smirk. "No. I want to try it."

Elliot stopped cold and just stared.

Wait…WHAT?

"W-what are you saying?! Are you screwing with me? Because I swear Leo this isn't funny!" He couldn't move. What the heck was Leo thinking? Elliot was sure that Leo would be pissed because that was how any sane man would respond if they were told to wear a dress.

"I'm not. And you're the one who wanted me to wear the dress in the first place."

Leo had him there.

"I said forget it." He muttered.

"Well, I don't want to." With that Leo deposited the dress on the bed before taking off his vest. He began unbuttoning his shirt when Elliot grabbed his hand.

"What are you doing!?"

It wasn't as if they hadn't seen each other in a state of undress before. They had, several times in fact but somehow this was different.

"I'm going to wear the dress which I can't do if I'm wearing my clothes. It's really very obvious Elliot."

Elliot was pretty sure that Leo was teasing him. A part of him, which he would never ever admit to anyone, felt relieved that Leo wasn't angry at him. Most of him though was feeling very defensive and flustered. "Stop it already. Look I'm sorry I even thought of putting you in a stupid dress."

Leo stared at him, his head tilted a bit to the side, a small smile tugging at his lips. It was rare time indeed when Elliot apologized.  "Don't worry, I'm not mad."

The sense of victory the heir felt was short lived as Leo finished unbuttoning his shirt and turned to get the dress. "Wait! I thought you weren't going to do it anymore?"

"Hmm? When did I say that? I only recall saying that I wasn't mad." Leo shrugged off his shirt, letting it pile on the floor. He shimmied into the dress, pulling and tugging at parts until he finally had it on properly. Elliot could only watch as Leo was swathed with the flouncy dress. Amazingly it fit his body quite well considering he was lacking some relevant female parts.

"Well?" Leo smoothed the skirt and tugged once at the cuffs of the sleeves.  With much difficulty Leo reached behind him to try and do the buttons up but gave up after a couple of failed tries. He presented his back to Elliot. "Close it for me, will you?"

Leo walked backwards until he was only an arm's reach away from his master. The back of the dress was still gaping open, letting the blonde see an expanse of smooth, milky white skin.

"Y-you…" Not really seeing any other choice Elliot did the buttons with shaking hands, occasionally unable to resist brushing the backs of his fingers just so very lightly against that tempting skin. When he finished he awkwardly patted Leo's back and stepped away. The noirette turned to present himself to his master.

"So, what to do you think?"

Elliot blinked. And blinked. And then stared. His lips opening and closing without a sound. He blinked again before he was able to say anything.

"Beautiful."

It was the only word that Elliot could think of.

Leo had a slight build and although he wasn't in any way fat, he was soft. He was also short. In his usual clothes, Leo looked like boy, admittedly a weak looking one but he looked decidedly male. However, wearing Miss Sharon's dress, Leo could definitely pass as female. Elliot could even imagine it, if the noirette fixed his hair and left the glasses out, he would even look like a well-kept lady.

A very beautiful well-kept lady.

On impulse Elliot moved closer and pulled Leo's glasses off. The servant protested only a bit but he let it go since it was only Elliot and him in the room. Nimble fingers brushed away the long concealing bangs from his face.

"You look beautiful." Elliot wanted to repeat it again and again. He wasn't sure why but he knew it was true. As if in a trance, he gently caressed his servant's cheek. Leo's skin was just so soft and smooth; Elliot wanted to keep touching it. And he wanted to touch more.

"Elliot?"

Jerking back when he realized what exactly he was doing, Elliot snatched his hand back and began to feel another blush climbing up his cheeks. Did he just think about doing that to Leo? What kind of sick person was he?

"Sorry." He mumbled, ashamed at his thoughts. What kind of master was he to subject Leo to those impure thoughts? It was the stupid dress. How can any male look that good in a dress? It was unnatural.  He was about to tell Leo to change back but stopped short when he stared right into those black orbs.

The noirette was staring intently at him unencumbered by hair or spectacles. Elliot could swear that Leo's eyes glimmered.

Slowly as not to startle Elliot, Leo took a step forward. They were so close Leo had to tilt his head back so he could see Elliot's face. Pianist's hands reached up to cup Elliot's cheeks. Standing on the balls of his feet Leo leaned in closer until he could feel the blonde's breath brushing across his lips.

"What are you thinking, Elliot?"

He couldn't escape the grip of those eyes. So dark and endless and yet they seemed to have their own light, so much like the night sky dotted with stars. He couldn't tell Leo what he was thinking. Surely the shorter boy would feel disgusted…angry.

"Elliot…"

Why did Leo have to look so good in that dress? Why did he even accept that dress in the first place? Oh god, all these thoughts running in his mind. The bare skin presented by the dress' neckline was definitely tempting…testing him. Did Leo's neck ever look that graceful before?

"Elliot…"

So close. Leo was so close. Elliot could feel the noirette's warm breath against his skin, the heat radiating from his body almost pressed against his own. Oh, how he wanted to feel that but the stupid skirt of that stupid dress was in the way. Did Leo's lips look so inviting before? Elliot subconsciously leaned closer. He wanted to…to taste. Just a bit, a little bit. It wouldn't be wrong. It was the stupid dress' fault that Leo looked so good. That he was having these urges.

"Elliot…"

He just needed Leo to come a little closer. But this was wrong. Abnormal. What would his family think if they knew he had these thoughts about Leo? He couldn't do this. Where was the self-control that was drummed into his very being since he was a child? He couldn't do that to Leo. He wouldn't dare hurt the other boy. Panic was setting in; the haze of desire was slowly being overpowered by realities that Elliot didn't want to deal with. Especially not when Leo was this close to him, in a dress, without his glasses on, looking absolutely gorgeous.

A soft sigh, more felt than heard brought Elliot's attention to those lips again. Maybe if he did it quickly it wouldn't be wrong. He could pretend it was an accident. But he would know the taste, the feel…

A sharp smack to the side of his head firmly brought him out of his convoluted thoughts. "What the— Leo!"

The noirette pushed away from him with a slightly annoyed expression. He shook his head and his bangs were back in place, partially covering his eyes again. "Well do you think I can pass off as a lady you need to escort? Should I accompany you to the ball like this?"

It was teasing tone but there was something underneath it. Something Elliot couldn't quite put a finger on. Was Leo annoyed because he knew what Elliot wanted to do? Wait, what was he suggesting?  "What did you say?"

"I said if I should go out with you like this." Leo was fiddling with his glasses, wiping them a bit before putting it back on.

"No!"

Leo looked at his master, head titled to the side. The Nightray heir was blushing and he looked so troubled, it was adorable really.

"You…you aren't going out like that ever!"

"Really? I thought I looked good." Leo emphasized that statement by glancing down at himself.

"Y-you do. Which is why you can't go out like that. People can mistake you for a lady."

"Really now?" Amusement was evident in the short boy. "But you know if I'm a lady you can just dance with me instead of those girls you find annoying."

That would definitely make things simpler. Elliot knew that if Leo was a girl he saw in a ball, he could simply pursue her. All these conflicting emotions wouldn't even appear because it would be simple.

"No. I don't want you to be a lady." His eyes looked shifted away. He couldn't look at Leo while saying all these embarrassing things. "You're fine just as you are. I don't need you to be some girl just so we can dance—I mean…"

If Leo was a girl…it was a stupid thing to think about. He didn't want to change anything about the noirette. It would definitely be much simpler but somehow the thought of changing Leo felt wrong. Leo was Leo. Elliot liked him just fine the way he was.

"How very sweet, master." The soft chuckle from the servant made him more flustered. God, Leo was certainly having fun with this. Just wanting it to end, because he really felt like an idiot now, Elliot moved to the door.

"Wait." Elliot stopped and turned back with a questioning look. Leo was still grinning. "You have to unbutton it because I can't reach it."

Blushing harder, Elliot stomped back to his servant and deftly unbuttoned the dress, again exposing the creamy flesh underneath. Resisting the temptation, Elliot pulled back and hurried to the door.

"I'm going to the library. Get changed, I'm sending the dress back to Miss Sharon later."

"Alright, Elliot. Bring me back something too, I'm almost finished with my book." Leo hummed as he slowly—sensuously, no Elliot was simply seeing things— took off the dress. He was out the door when he thought he heard Leo say something.

"Did you say something?" He asked, eyes narrowing in suspicion. The noirette glanced at him, a small smile still in place as he shook his head. Feeling a bit foolish Elliot closed the door but he could have sworn that Leo said something along the lines of, "One step at a time, master."

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He wasn't quite sure how to broach the subject with his servant. It wasn't really the kind of thing a master and servant talked about. And even though on some subconscious level they both knew they were more than that to each other, Elliot still thought this was a pretty stupid idea.

And yet he was contemplating how well Leo would take it.

He glanced down at the rather large bundle of cloth that he was carrying then to his valet, who was too engrossed in his book to notice his master.

This was a really, really stupid idea. But some part of him wanted to do this so he tentatively called out the noirette's name.

"Mmm?"  Leo didn't even look up from his book. Elliot wondered if he should push through with this. Some people may think that Leo was calm and soft and well, wimpy but Elliot knew exactly how volatile the noirette's temper could be and how violent he actually was.

"What do you want Elliot?"

Leo's voice startled Elliot out of his thoughts.  He saw that Leo was now looking at him, book resting on his lap with a finger tucked in between the pages he stopped at.

"I—I…ahhh…I was…" The Nightray heir could feel his face heating up. "I want you to wear these!"

He thrust the bundle in his arms towards his servant. Stance rigid and face a hot red, he waited for Leo to stand up and walk towards him. Leo took the bundle and held it out, his large spectacles hiding his expression as he examined what he held.

"You want me to wear this?" the voice was deceptively calm. Elliot felt a bit of panic creeping up to his embarrassment. Not able to speak, he nodded.

"Elliot." The Nightray heir flinched. He knew this was a stupid idea. He couldn't believe he even thought this was an acceptable idea. He would never again listen to that stupid Vessalius kid, or to Miss Sharon or Xerxes Break. It seemed so reasonable when they explained it but now, staring at those glinting glasses covering Leo's eyes, Elliot couldn't help but think how gullible he had been.

"T-this is stupid!" The blonde blurted out as he tried to grab the garment back. Leo stepped away quickly, keeping it just out of reach. "Give it back. I don't even know why I thought this would be okay!"

"It's a dress."

At that statement, Elliot felt his face heat up more. He wasn't quite sure if Leo was teasing or pissed.

"You want me to wear a dress." Leo stood away a couple of feet from him, holding the rather gorgeous dress aloft, the billowy skirt barely brushing the carpets.

"NO! I just. There's this stupid ball I have to attend tomorrow night but Vanessa can't go. And I have to escort a lady but everyone's annoying and I don't want to be with a simpering chit for the rest of the night!"

"I'm a boy Elliot. And a servant. Definitely the farthest definition from a lady."

"I know, I know! It's just that the stupid Vessalius kid joked that you would look good in a dress, then Xerxes Break said that you could pass off as a lady if you had the right clothes then Miss Sharon said she could lend me a dress for you." He knew he was rambling. He knew he sounded like an idiot but he really didn't know what else to do or how to explain why he wanted Leo to wear a dress. "I don't know. At that time I thought you would look good in a dress and I…I just wanted to see it. Look, it's a stupid idea. Just give me the dress so I can give it back to Miss Sharon. We can forget this ever happened."

"I don't think so." Leo turned away, still holding the dress. "I can't believe how easily fooled you were, Elliot." There was a definite teasing tone in that statement. Elliot bristled.

"Shut up!" He stalked towards the smaller boy. "Just give the dress back."

Leo glanced at him over his shoulder, giving the blonde a smirk. "No. I want to try it."

Elliot stopped cold and just stared.

Wait…WHAT?

"W-what are you saying?! Are you screwing with me? Because I swear Leo this isn't funny!" He couldn't move. What the heck was Leo thinking? Elliot was sure that Leo would be pissed because that was how any sane man would respond if they were told to wear a dress.

"I'm not. And you're the one who wanted me to wear the dress in the first place."

Leo had him there.

"I said forget it." He muttered.

"Well, I don't want to." With that Leo deposited the dress on the bed before taking off his vest. He began unbuttoning his shirt when Elliot grabbed his hand.

"What are you doing!?"

It wasn't as if they hadn't seen each other in a state of undress before. They had, several times in fact but somehow this was different.

"I'm going to wear the dress which I can't do if I'm wearing my clothes. It's really very obvious Elliot."

Elliot was pretty sure that Leo was teasing him. A part of him, which he would never ever admit to anyone, felt relieved that Leo wasn't angry at him. Most of him though was feeling very defensive and flustered. "Stop it already. Look I'm sorry I even thought of putting you in a stupid dress."

Leo stared at him, his head tilted a bit to the side, a small smile tugging at his lips. It was rare time indeed when Elliot apologized.  "Don't worry, I'm not mad."

The sense of victory the heir felt was short lived as Leo finished unbuttoning his shirt and turned to get the dress. "Wait! I thought you weren't going to do it anymore?"

"Hmm? When did I say that? I only recall saying that I wasn't mad." Leo shrugged off his shirt, letting it pile on the floor. He shimmied into the dress, pulling and tugging at parts until he finally had it on properly. Elliot could only watch as Leo was swathed with the flouncy dress. Amazingly it fit his body quite well considering he was lacking some relevant female parts.

"Well?" Leo smoothed the skirt and tugged once at the cuffs of the sleeves.  With much difficulty Leo reached behind him to try and do the buttons up but gave up after a couple of failed tries. He presented his back to Elliot. "Close it for me, will you?"

Leo walked backwards until he was only an arm's reach away from his master. The back of the dress was still gaping open, letting the blonde see an expanse of smooth, milky white skin.

"Y-you…" Not really seeing any other choice Elliot did the buttons with shaking hands, occasionally unable to resist brushing the backs of his fingers just so very lightly against that tempting skin. When he finished he awkwardly patted Leo's back and stepped away. The noirette turned to present himself to his master.

"So, what to do you think?"

Elliot blinked. And blinked. And then stared. His lips opening and closing without a sound. He blinked again before he was able to say anything.

"Beautiful."

It was the only word that Elliot could think of.

Leo had a slight build and although he wasn't in any way fat, he was soft. He was also short. In his usual clothes, Leo looked like boy, admittedly a weak looking one but he looked decidedly male. However, wearing Miss Sharon's dress, Leo could definitely pass as female. Elliot could even imagine it, if the noirette fixed his hair and left the glasses out, he would even look like a well-kept lady.

A very beautiful well-kept lady.

On impulse Elliot moved closer and pulled Leo's glasses off. The servant protested only a bit but he let it go since it was only Elliot and him in the room. Nimble fingers brushed away the long concealing bangs from his face.

"You look beautiful." Elliot wanted to repeat it again and again. He wasn't sure why but he knew it was true. As if in a trance, he gently caressed his servant's cheek. Leo's skin was just so soft and smooth; Elliot wanted to keep touching it. And he wanted to touch more.

"Elliot?"

Jerking back when he realized what exactly he was doing, Elliot snatched his hand back and began to feel another blush climbing up his cheeks. Did he just think about doing that to Leo? What kind of sick person was he?

"Sorry." He mumbled, ashamed at his thoughts. What kind of master was he to subject Leo to those impure thoughts? It was the stupid dress. How can any male look that good in a dress? It was unnatural.  He was about to tell Leo to change back but stopped short when he stared right into those black orbs.

The noirette was staring intently at him unencumbered by hair or spectacles. Elliot could swear that Leo's eyes glimmered.

Slowly as not to startle Elliot, Leo took a step forward. They were so close Leo had to tilt his head back so he could see Elliot's face. Pianist's hands reached up to cup Elliot's cheeks. Standing on the balls of his feet Leo leaned in closer until he could feel the blonde's breath brushing across his lips.

"What are you thinking, Elliot?"

He couldn't escape the grip of those eyes. So dark and endless and yet they seemed to have their own light, so much like the night sky dotted with stars. He couldn't tell Leo what he was thinking. Surely the shorter boy would feel disgusted…angry.

"Elliot…"

Why did Leo have to look so good in that dress? Why did he even accept that dress in the first place? Oh god, all these thoughts running in his mind. The bare skin presented by the dress' neckline was definitely tempting…testing him. Did Leo's neck ever look that graceful before?

"Elliot…"

So close. Leo was so close. Elliot could feel the noirette's warm breath against his skin, the heat radiating from his body almost pressed against his own. Oh, how he wanted to feel that but the stupid skirt of that stupid dress was in the way. Did Leo's lips look so inviting before? Elliot subconsciously leaned closer. He wanted to…to taste. Just a bit, a little bit. It wouldn't be wrong. It was the stupid dress' fault that Leo looked so good. That he was having these urges.

"Elliot…"

He just needed Leo to come a little closer. But this was wrong. Abnormal. What would his family think if they knew he had these thoughts about Leo? He couldn't do this. Where was the self-control that was drummed into his very being since he was a child? He couldn't do that to Leo. He wouldn't dare hurt the other boy. Panic was setting in; the haze of desire was slowly being overpowered by realities that Elliot didn't want to deal with. Especially not when Leo was this close to him, in a dress, without his glasses on, looking absolutely gorgeous.

A soft sigh, more felt than heard brought Elliot's attention to those lips again. Maybe if he did it quickly it wouldn't be wrong. He could pretend it was an accident. But he would know the taste, the feel…

A sharp smack to the side of his head firmly brought him out of his convoluted thoughts. "What the— Leo!"

The noirette pushed away from him with a slightly annoyed expression. He shook his head and his bangs were back in place, partially covering his eyes again. "Well do you think I can pass off as a lady you need to escort? Should I accompany you to the ball like this?"

It was teasing tone but there was something underneath it. Something Elliot couldn't quite put a finger on. Was Leo annoyed because he knew what Elliot wanted to do? Wait, what was he suggesting?  "What did you say?"

"I said if I should go out with you like this." Leo was fiddling with his glasses, wiping them a bit before putting it back on.

"No!"

Leo looked at his master, head titled to the side. The Nightray heir was blushing and he looked so troubled, it was adorable really.

"You…you aren't going out like that ever!"

"Really? I thought I looked good." Leo emphasized that statement by glancing down at himself.

"Y-you do. Which is why you can't go out like that. People can mistake you for a lady."

"Really now?" Amusement was evident in the short boy. "But you know if I'm a lady you can just dance with me instead of those girls you find annoying."

That would definitely make things simpler. Elliot knew that if Leo was a girl he saw in a ball, he could simply pursue her. All these conflicting emotions wouldn't even appear because it would be simple.

"No. I don't want you to be a lady." His eyes looked shifted away. He couldn't look at Leo while saying all these embarrassing things. "You're fine just as you are. I don't need you to be some girl just so we can dance—I mean…"

If Leo was a girl…it was a stupid thing to think about. He didn't want to change anything about the noirette. It would definitely be much simpler but somehow the thought of changing Leo felt wrong. Leo was Leo. Elliot liked him just fine the way he was.

"How very sweet, master." The soft chuckle from the servant made him more flustered. God, Leo was certainly having fun with this. Just wanting it to end, because he really felt like an idiot now, Elliot moved to the door.

"Wait." Elliot stopped and turned back with a questioning look. Leo was still grinning. "You have to unbutton it because I can't reach it."

Blushing harder, Elliot stomped back to his servant and deftly unbuttoned the dress, again exposing the creamy flesh underneath. Resisting the temptation, Elliot pulled back and hurried to the door.

"I'm going to the library. Get changed, I'm sending the dress back to Miss Sharon later."

"Alright, Elliot. Bring me back something too, I'm almost finished with my book." Leo hummed as he slowly—sensuously, no Elliot was simply seeing things— took off the dress. He was out the door when he thought he heard Leo say something.

"Did you say something?" He asked, eyes narrowing in suspicion. The noirette glanced at him, a small smile still in place as he shook his head. Feeling a bit foolish Elliot closed the door but he could have sworn that Leo said something along the lines of, "One step at a time, master."