"Urgh, why is he making me do this?" Lain grouched, his eyebrows twitching with ire.

"Us. He's making us do this," Fubuki corrected with equal attitude.

"Whatever, suck-up."

"I'm not a suck-up."

"Yeah yeah, mister I'll-do-anything-for-you-Shu!"

"You're just jealous that you're too emotionally constipated to be nice to Shu!"

"I am nice-"

"If that's what you call nice then even Phi's got you beat in that field!"

"Excuse me-"

This perpetual cycle of bickering was the accepted norm for the pupils in the Raging Bulls. So much so that no one even bothered to stick around to hear the roasts after the first few rounds. However Shu, in his stubborn quest to quell the discord between them, proposed an idea. He made it that none would receive training from him until they simultaneously work together towards something and of course, exhibit their results to him.

Shu was tired of the constant conflict and as much as the two adored him, they refused to make amends. All of that with his accumulating responsibilities as Raging Bull's manager, he needed a break. He was aware that this challenge would consume plenty of time; time he could dedicate to his work and himself.

"Hey banana-boy," Lain began, a mischievous grin tearing the scowl eternally etched there.

"What?" Fubuki prompted after muttering a threat about the annoying nickname.

"I've got a plan."

"Well? While we're still in the 21st century," Fubuki commented mockingly.

"I'll do you one better and knock you into the 30th." Lain threatened, enveloped in a ominous aura which made Fubuki reconsider his words. "Anyways, what's something, actually the only thing we agree on?"

"Beyblade?" Fubuki guessed, his face pinched in a thoughtful expression.

"Somehow, you still find a way to disagree with me on that," Lain replied with a haughty roll of his eyes.

"Whatever, I wasn't the one possessed, now was I?"

"This is why we'll never get along," Lain bitterly spat.

"Maybe if you treated Shu with respect-"

"Suck up."

Fubuki sighed, a way to release his frustration, "okay, okay. What was your idea?"

"We both agree on Shu."

"Ooohh yeah," Fubuki dawned in realisation. "But work towards what? His self care?"

"No, you donkey!" Lain insulted, eliciting an indignant gasp from Fubuki. "A plan for revenge."

"WHAT?!" Fubuki screamed, bewildered and offended. "No way, he still has our best interests in mind and this is how you repay him. Don't you remember all he did for you in the Tag Team Series."

"Relax, nothing serious," Lain clarified, still nerved by Fubuki's defensiveness. "Like we work together styling his hair or something. Now who's got the cruel mind, idiot."

"Oh... yea sure."

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"Oh?" Shu exclaimed, interest piqued. "You guys already decided on something? To be honest, I hadn't been expecting to see you again for a month or two yet you're back after just one week."

"Yes, only if you're free right now, Shu." Fubuki assured, confidently and kindly.

"You shouldn't underestimate me, Shu," Lain said with passion rivaling a bull which saw red.

"So?" Shu urged, a mixture of curious and amused.

"To uh make you or rather you let us..." Fubuki sputtered, suddenly embarrassed.

"I'm participating?" Shu inquired, narrowing his alluring eyes in suspicion.

Lain, losing all patience with his partner's shameful murmurs, motioned for Shu's attention with a simple wave of his hand.

"We'll work together to dress you up." Lain stated, concise and eloquent.

"Huh?" Shu squeaked, dumbfounded.

"Well you didn't specify any guidelines," Lain defended petulantly.

"Don't worry, you're naturally beautiful, so we can't ruin your image even if we tried." Fubuki compliments sincerely.

"That's... sweet, but also the least of my worries." Shu answers, conceding. "Alright, but be gentle, okay?"

"Of course!"

"Yeah, yeah princess."

"Lain!" Shu scolded, his face flushed a tantalizing crimson.

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After some bickering, Fubuki was on Shu's hair duty, whilst Lain got to decide Shu's attire.

Fubuki was gentle and careful with Shu's silky strands, which the latter appreciated immensely. The style was a braid weaving across Shu's head above his fringe like a delicate headband. Sjhu complimented Fubuki's handiwork, although some parts were unnecessarily tangled.

Next was Lain's turn, honestly Shu was apprehensive.

"I decided on the outfit while the banana was ripping out your hair," Lain informs with a tone akin to excitement. "It's in the changing room."

"Is it appropriate?" Shu asks, wary.

"Cmon, why worry we've seen you nak-"

"Lain!" Shu intervenes, eyebrow twitching as a blush rises on his face.

"Shu, I don't know what he planned, but let's just have a little faith in him." Fubuki says, assuringly.

"Alright," Shu relents with a sigh. Walking towards the changing room.

"Shouldn't I get to change him?" L:ain complains when Shu is gone.

"WHAT?!" Fubuki shouts, his face flaming.

"Well, you got to do his hair, not just choose the style," Laun grumbles, saltily.

"Well, you got a point." Fubuki admitted sheepishly, "but then I wouldn't let you have that role."

Lain scoffs, his riposte interrupted by Shu's yell of his name.

"Oh no, what'd you give him?!" Fubuki exclaims with a frightened gulp.

"You'll thank me when he wears it."

Then they both scurried to Shu's direction. They leaned closer to the door to converse with Shu.

"..."

"Shu?" Fubuki began, worry seeping into his tone.

"What the hell Lain." Shu grits out whether from embarrassment or anger was anyone's guess.

"What? You're the one who set this task and you're not letting us complete it." Lain replied begrudgingly. "If you need help putting it on-"

"Lain!" Fubuki cuts off for Shu. "What he means is don't worry Shu, just come out. I'm sure it's not too bad."

The only sound emitting from the room is the ruffling of cloth.

"Seriously, what'd you give him?" Fubuki whispers.

"You'll see," Lain grins boyishly.

And then after what felt like an eternity to the two pupils they heard the click of a lock and the swift swing of the door. Much to Lain's disappointment and Fubuki's increasing curiosity, Shu came out cloaked in his Turbo coat, buttoned to his mid thigh. Fubuki noted the lack of coverage on Shu's legs and intensely blushed at his silky legs.

"Shu, that's not fair." Lain grouches immediately.

"I know, just give me a moment," Shu says, composing himself.

Then Shu tentatively loosened the buttons, the black fabric seamlessly slipped off his slim figure. Fubuki's jaw dropped whilst Lain narrowed his hungry yellow eyes in anticipation. Shu tilted his head to the side, unconsciously revealing more of his neck as he determinedly avoided eye contact. His pale body was covered, or rather adorned as it didn't cover much in an effeminate lingerie. It was a baby pink with white lining- thin ribbons and net used throughout. The top dipped in a cupid's bow with two straps securing the dress around in an off shoulder fashion. The only solid fabric was a sakura pink at Shu's lower private area, others were tinted with transparency. The bottom was snug around his waist with a bow on each hip and small frills on the slide. Shu's tempting collarbones, arms and legs revealed his smooth, tantalizing skin on an enrapturing display.

"E-enough staring," Shu instructed.

"Finally!" Lain exclaimed whilst eagerly approaching Shu.

"Huh?" Shu gasped as Lain grabbed his chin and interlocked their lips.

Lain's arms snaked around Shu's waist, pulling his mentor's body flush against his own- feeling everything of Shu. Shu moaned into the kiss when Lain thrust his tongue roughly into his mouth. Shu's eyes were closed as Lain intently stared, quenching his thirst and desire.

Fubuki stood there, baffled. He desperately wanted to join, but- He needed something, some confirmation, invitation. Unlike Lain, he couldn't just go and ravish Shu, no matter how pleasured Shu appeared. His self-control was thinning- as brittle as lead.

Lain separated their lips with a smug smirk which only stretched as Shu, dazed and solely on instinct, chased his lips. Lain placed a halting ginger on Shu's own lips.

'He's such a sub, conquered by one kiss...' Fubuki thought longingly, gazing at Shu's pretty red face, pretty red eyes and pretty red lips. 'I could do so much more!'

"You're such a sl*t Shu, acting so uptight when a small kiss can leave you desperate for more. Dolled up so prettily like a fairy, yet you're still so dirty." Lain taunted huskily, eliciting Shu to softly whine. "Why don't you beg for me like you did last night?"

Fubuki blushed at the shameless display, then his feelings of yearning morphed into jealousy.

"How come I didn't know Shu was such a sub?" Fubuki complained, agitated.

"Maybe because you're such a wimp in the bedroom," Lain commented haughtily, tightening his grip on Shu's bodice making his teacher's breath to hitch and Fubuki's desire to peak.

They two delved into another bickering session as Shu slowly regained his awareness. He sighed, exasperated. How did his plan to make their 'rivalry' stop turn into him dressing like... this, then back to their rivalry.

Oh well, it was a good bonding experience at least. Shu thought endearingly, looking fondly at his pupils.

Goosebumps trekking his legs reminded him of his clothes and he impulsively snuggled in Laine's hold. The vulnerable act attracted both the younger males' attention as they pinned him with a stare of pure want.

'Oh no...'

Was Shu's last thought before he was manhandled into the bedroom.

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