Random Oneshots Pt. 2

Style x Fadel: {Prettyboy} [M]

Warning: Cross dressing

POV: 3rd Person

  Fadel likes to indulge in his secret hobbies when he's alone in the house, and when the doors are locked, so his younger brother doesn't catch him doing something so dirty. While he definitely knows that Bison is an open-minded kid, he's not sure how to explain something like this to him.

  Something that's not very common, even amongst people like Fadel. Even in Thailand, it's not that common. There are only really Kathoey's, and he doesn't identify as one of those. He's still a man, but he had taken liking to his body being shown in certain types of clothing.

  The type of clothing that he hid in a secret compartment in his closet, taken out once every few months or so because he's busy, and he's scared.

  Each time he wears them, he feels good. A sense of guilt that gives him a type of thrill.

  Bison's been out with Kant more as of late, and while Fadel is a little cautious, he knows his younger brother can take care of himself - always armed no matter what. And if Kant were to hurt him, Kant wouldn't come out alive. So, what better to make use of the me-time he has than to wear the things he likes?

  Rid of his burger joint uniform, and on his boxers and a large knit sweater that has been in fashion as of.. a while ago. The knit sweater was very comfortable, and was meant to be worn with a tank underneath to hide the skin under the strategic cuts. With the burning of his cheeks, he had turned on the AC to help cool how he really felt.

  With his windows closed and curtains put in place, he had started his work. Managing the taxes, the bills, and all the adult stuff that Bison wouldn't understand.

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  The house is empty when Style walks in. There's no one around, even as Bison told him that Fadel was home when he called to ask. The place is too big for someone who owned a burger joint, but it sounded about right with the background Style knew them from.

  He had wandered the house silently, and most of the doors were locked.

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[Bison P:]

Style

Where's your brother?

I'm at the house, but most of the doors are locked

Bison

If you can't find him, just climb through his window

It's this one.

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Seen

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  As advised, he had gone outside, and looked at the same spot that was shown in the picture. With black-out curtains that showed nothing inside - a sign that it was probably the scarier sibling's room - he had made quick work.

  Style was pretty good at climbing after all these years, it seems. While he had been onto many trees before as a kid, he really hasn't had the time to dilly-dally with them anymore. But he guessed it had stuck to him, and was really useful when he needed it.

  Pushing the windows opened, he was met with cold wind. Likely from the AC that was blowing throughout the entire room. Stepping through and making sure to leave his shoes outside, he had closed the window. Pushing against the trapping curtains, he held his breath at what he saw.