My Roommate Plays With Dolls

"...You what?" He blinked. "Of course I'm hot! Don't be retarded."

He shook his head.

"You're really not. I bet you have a small penis, too."

Blair grabbed him by the collar again, shaking him.

"What the fuck did you just say?! Are you asking for me to beat the shit out of you?!"

"Are you asking to have your genetalia shrivel up and fall off? 'Cuz I can make that happen if you hurt me," he said pleasantly.

"You're a disgusting freak." He snapped. "You hurt people for stupid reasons."

Blair huffed to himself, crossing his arms. There was a good reason he was a hero in his alternate. Yuri seemed to have no morals; using him for his own gain. Even if Blair was a douche, it was excessive.

He shook his head, smiling.

"You wouldn't get it, but it's not like that at all...I'm more of a bringer of justice. People are just cruel by nature, is all, so I find myself handing out lots of punishments...but if everything goes right, soon I'll be able to make them happy, too."

"...what the fuck are talking about? You're a fucking crazy satanist." He told him, but now he was interested. Perhaps Yuri was more than what he thought. Either way, he had hardly enough time to deal with him; he had to keep up appearances as well as go out at night...He wondered if he could sneak out at night without Yuri noticing...

"You're a tiny-dicked Asian," he said simply. "...Oh, we were stating the obvious, right?"

Blair ground his teeth together. "Fuck you."

"You'd fall out."

Blair resisted the urge to smack him, barely. "Fine, whatever! You just leave me alone! I'll bring over my shit tonight, you got that?"

"Are you saying someone helped you pack your shit the night before?" he asked, grinning. "Didn't you call me a fag?"

This time, Blair did punch him. Square in the jaw.

"You fucking satanist dickface!" He shouted.

Thinking quickly, Yuri kissed Blair.

"...Goddammit," he said, pretending to be upset. "I don't want to curse you just yet. See, now I'm all aroused so there's no curse--be careful next time." He rubbed his jaw; that was gonna bruise.

For once, Blair was actually fairly shocked by someone's actions. What the hell was wrong with Yuri? He should hate Blair. There was absolutely no reason for him to kiss him. None at all.

Blair stayed frozen for a few more seconds before he turned and headed for the door, slamming it behind him. The real reason he was upset, of course, had nothing to do with the fact that Yuri had kissed him. It was all about the fact that he had quite enjoyed it.

Yuri smiled to himself and went back to fixing his dolls. Maybe having a roommate wouldn't be so bad after all.

-x-

Blair threw his bags into a random corner of the house, not bothering to care too much where they landed. It was close to time for him to head out on patrol, anyway. He didn't have time to set up just now.

The other two dolls sat unfinished on the other side of the room. Yuri knew he was being naughty, but he couldn't resist.

After wasting hours on it, this prototype was almost done. He stitched in the little slanted eyes, the final adjustment on the naked base. He held the doll up the his lamp; it looked pretty good.

This was a pretty good copy of Blair Liu. Tossing it from hand to hand, Yuri placed the doll on his pillow and began to stitch clothes; what to try first?...

Blair watched the clock carefully, getting out his clothes and putting them away neatly. He set up a few other things in his new room, then laid on his bed, tired already. Maybe he'd skip patrol, tonight...

Looking around him nervously to make sure there were not witnesses, Yuri closed his eyes and focused. A few minutes later, he woke up inside another body, in his closet. Peeking outside at his sleeping other body, he swiped the doll, kissing it on the forehead.

Mumbling a series of focus words, he stroked the doll's hair, ran his fingers along its back, held it close to his chest; within a few minutes, it was ready. Heading back into the closet, he switched back to his normal body.

But what to do with the doll?...

Slowly, hesitantly, he tickled its tummy with his index finger.

Nonchalantly, Blair scratched his stomach. It was nothing major, just a strange itch.

He sat up and headed into the kitchen, wondering what Yuri kept around, food wise.

Wondering if it had worked, Yuri slowly, carefully crept out into the hallway. He pressed himself against the wall when he saw Blair's silhouette in the kitchen; now was his chance.

Resting the doll's belly on the palm of his hand, he spanked it. Hard.

Blair dropped the container of milk and a huge gash opened up in it. As milk flooded the floor, Blair looked around. Where the HELL had that come from?!

Yuri giggled quietly; without thinking, he kissed the doll on the cheek.

Blair brought his hand to his cheek immediately. That was strange. Very strange.