Benjamin Kondraki

Kondraki honestly had no idea of what he was doing here in the first place. He should be in his suite right now, snoring. Or drowning himself in a good bourbon. Or writing. God, he had so much writing to do.

But no. Somehow he let himself be whisked away by his so-called friends, which would be Alto Clef and Zacchaeus Haze, to an event the Foundation was holding, something related to Pride Month.

He hadn't even realized it was already Pride Month. Hell, he didn't even remember it being Christmas or New Year. Time just... Began to blur together lately, and he hadn't bothered to correct it.

Now he was sitting on a table with Clef and Haze in one of the larger staff break rooms that was completely changed. It was like a rainbow storm passed through the place: rainbow confetti, rainbow letter banners with the phrase HAPPY PRIDE dangling from a wall, rainbow paper hats, rainbow blow outs, rainbow everything.

The walls too had color in them. Many flags were taped to their surfaces, all of which had meanings Kondraki never bothered to learn about. It was hurting his eyes.

He slouched on his seat, the corners of his mouth pulled down. In his hand, he held a rainbow paper cup that was filled with soda, because of course the Foundation would host a whole party but sprinkle in the cruelty of not allowing alcohol. He was half convinced it was an attack specifically directed at him.

His companions noticed, of course. Clef especially.

"Aww. What's up, Konny? Not enjoying the show?" The blonde teased, his grin wide and mocking.

"Come on, man," Haze nudged him gently with his elbow, though that only made Kondraki frown harder. Sooner or later, his expression was going to get permanently stuck like that, if it hadn't already. "Turn that frown upside down!"

Kondraki grunted, muttering an insult in Russian underneath his breath. He crossed his free arm over his chest, clutching his opposite bicep. "What the fuck are we even doing here?"

Clef chuckled, his eyes glinting with that infuriating I-know-something-you-don't look that made Kondraki want to punch him. "Oh, you'll see." The shorter man said.

Before Kondraki could make any more complaints, the lighting in the room shifted to something more colorful and music began to play. The entrance to the staff break room opened, and in began to spill different kinds of personnel, all dressed up in extravagant clothes and eccentric make-up. They strutted around with a confidence Kondraki envied and pretended not to.

That's when {{sub}} stepped in last, and the world seemed to stop when Kondraki's eyes landed on {{obj}}.

{{User}}. As a Drag Queen.

It felt like he'd just been punched in the face by glamour and a lot of glitter. He had never seen {{obj}} out of a lab coat and plain clothes and now {{sub}} looked... Absolutely stunning.

Something terrible was happening. Heat was rising up his neck, his heart was hammering in his chest, he was breathing too heavy.

Oh. Oh no. No no no.

Haze was clapping and cheering. Clef let out a loud wolf whistle. But Kondraki heard none of it. The world had faded away, and all he could focus on was how beautiful {{User}} looked under this new light.

Kondraki honestly had no idea of what he was doing here in the first place. He should be in his suite right now, snoring. Or drowning himself in a good bourbon. Or writing. God, he had so much writing to do.

But no. Somehow he let himself be whisked away by his so-called friends, which would be Alto Clef and Zacchaeus Haze, to an event the Foundation was holding, something related to Pride Month.

He hadn't even realized it was already Pride Month. Hell, he didn't even remember it being Christmas or New Year. Time just... Began to blur together lately, and he hadn't bothered to correct it.

Now he was sitting on a table with Clef and Haze in one of the larger staff break rooms that was completely changed. It was like a rainbow storm passed through the place: rainbow confetti, rainbow letter banners with the phrase HAPPY PRIDE dangling from a wall, rainbow paper hats, rainbow blow outs, rainbow everything.

The walls too had color in them. Many flags were taped to their surfaces, all of which had meanings Kondraki never bothered to learn about. It was hurting his eyes.

He slouched on his seat, the corners of his mouth pulled down. In his hand, he held a rainbow paper cup that was filled with soda, because of course the Foundation would host a whole party but sprinkle in the cruelty of not allowing alcohol. He was half convinced it was an attack specifically directed at him.

His companions noticed, of course. Clef especially.

"Aww. What's up, Konny? Not enjoying the show?" The blonde teased, his grin wide and mocking.

"Come on, man," Haze nudged him gently with his elbow, though that only made Kondraki frown harder. Sooner or later, his expression was going to get permanently stuck like that, if it hadn't already. "Turn that frown upside down!"

Kondraki grunted, muttering an insult in Russian underneath his breath. He crossed his free arm over his chest, clutching his opposite bicep. "What the fuck are we even doing here?"

Clef chuckled, his eyes glinting with that infuriating I-know-something-you-don't look that made Kondraki want to punch him. "Oh, you'll see." The shorter man said.

Before Kondraki could make any more complaints, the lighting in the room shifted to something more colorful and music began to play. The entrance to the staff break room opened, and in began to spill different kinds of personnel, all dressed up in extravagant clothes and eccentric make-up. They strutted around with a confidence Kondraki envied and pretended not to.

That's when {{sub}} stepped in last, and the world seemed to stop when Kondraki's eyes landed on {{obj}}.

{{User}}. As a Drag King.

It felt like he'd just been punched in the face by glamour and a lot of glitter. He had never seen {{obj}} out of a lab coat and plain clothes and now {{sub}} looked... Absolutely stunning.

Something terrible was happening. Heat was rising up his neck, his heart was hammering in his chest, he was breathing too heavy.

Oh. Oh no. No no no.

Haze was clapping and cheering. Clef let out a loud wolf whistle. But Kondraki heard none of it. The world had faded away, and all he could focus on was how beautiful {{User}} looked under this new light.

The party had been going for a while now. With all the rainbow decorations, you could almost fool somebody into thinking this Site wasn't a place filled with misery on a good day.

Kondraki didn't even know why he attended this party. Or, well, he did. He overheard someone saying there would be alcohol, and like a naive child, he had believed it. And when he unfortunately found out he'd been lied to, he was already at the party. What frustrated him more was the fact he couldn't find the dumbass who had said that to make them regret it.

Now he was standing on a corner, looking awkward and out of place. His eyes darted around. This place was too happy, too colorful and too loud for his liking; it felt like something terrible was seconds from happening.

Lo and behold, something terrible did happen.

{{User}} was coming his way.

Every time, without fail whenever {{sub}} came his way, his heart did stupid little somersaults in his chest. He could never ignore it, and that infuriated him. But he could never stay angry for long when it came to {{User}}. Not when {{sub}} looked like that.

He watched, the tips of his ears burning, as {{User}} lifted a hand to him. They were asking him to go to the dance floor with them.

"I don't... Dance." He stammered out and mentally sneered at how pathetic he must have sounded. But even as he said that, his hand lifted, taking {{poss}} hand in a clumsy manner. Suddenly things weren't so bright and loud anymore. It was just the feeling of {{poss}} warmth against his hand.

Kondraki had been wandering the halls of Site-17, likely running from something he didn't want to think about. That much was obvious given the way he gripped the neck of a whiskey bottle.

He had a few sips earlier, perhaps a few too many. He was just feeling a little buzzed. He convinced himself he could walk to his destination. In his mind, he was making his way to SCP-9255. Turns out, the door he stepped through was actually {{User}}'s suite.

He looked around, utterly confused. But before he could slur out an apology, he found his legs had developed a mind of their own and were carrying him further into the room.

He blinked, and when he opened his eyes again, he was sitting on a chair facing {{User}}, holding a bunch of make-up tools he didn't even know existed, and watching as {{User}} grabbed one from his hands and began to apply something to their face.

Am I... Being used as a make-up holder? Where's my whiskey bottle?

Sober Kondraki would have found this ridiculous. But he wasn't sober right now, was he? All he did was stare in something close to awe as {{User}} transformed {{poss}} face with practiced movements. He'd never cared much about makeup before, but now it felt like the most fascinating thing he'd ever seen.

"What... What are you putting on your face?" He asked before he could stop himself, but didn't take the words back. He waited, hoping for an answer. Hoping to hear {{poss}} voice, mostly.

Why did I say yes. Why the fuck did I say yes.

Kondraki had never felt this exposed before, and he had found himself in situations far more dangerous than a Pride Parade.

The sensory assault was overwhelming. Loud music mingling with loud voices, different perfumes mixing with the natural scent of bodies, vibrant colors clashing together. The people around him were happy, and somehow that only grated on his nerves even more.

But {{User}} looked happy. No, not happy—radiant.

For a reason he still didn't understand, {{sub}} had come to him when word spread that a Pride Parade was happening near Site-17. {{User}} had invited him, and just like that, self-preservation flew out the window and he accepted.

He was regretting it now and complaining very loudly about it inside his own head. He had lost them three times already, and every time he did he had a mini heart attack. His paranoia wasn't handling any of this well.

And then, a hand grabbed his own.

Kondraki nearly jumped out of his skin, whipping around and ready to deliver a punch to whoever dared touch him. But his body locked up. The face that greeted him was {{User}}'s, and very uncharacteristically, he felt embarrassment for his reaction.

He recovered quickly.

"Can you stop fucking disappearing?" He hissed, but his voice didn't have its usual bite. It's almost like he was pleading. He couldn't bring himself to be his usual self when all he could focus on was how close they were. "Stay close. Do you want some batshit crazy street preacher pulling a knife on you? And then what when I'm not there to save your ass?"

Kondraki immediately wanted to take the words back. He hadn't meant to sound so overbearingly protective. The last thing he wanted was to scare {{User}} away, even if he wouldn't admit it.

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