Guilty Gear (Sol/Ky)
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kinkfestTitle: Amongst the Rubble
Author: Whisper
Rating: light R
Warnings: nothing really, just yaoi and dead robots
Word count: 457
A/N: for prompt: Passionate love/hate - "The earth will shake in two will break, and death all round will be your dowry."
"Done," Ky sighed, pulling his sword out of the last metal replica of himself. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, now that this was all over, but he was looking forward to a cup of tea and a bath.
"Looks like I came just in time." The words proceeded a blast of fire, sparking across the ground and stopping inches from Ky's boot.
Not again. Ky refused to be baited and waited, hand on sword, for the idiot to get the machismo worked out of his system. Sol circled him, sizing him up, looking for the opening that Ky refused to give him. "I'm not a robot and I don't have time to deal with you," Ky said, backing away slowly. It wasn't cowardly to avoid useless bloodshed.
Sol smirked and hooked his spatula of a sword onto his belt. "They're all dead," he said, taking in the robotic carnage around them with a sweep of his hand. "You got something else to do?" He stepped forward and Ky stood, waiting even though he hated himself for it. Sol stopped two feet away, letting Ky make the final choice, as usual.
"I have reports to write. I'm leaving." He turned his back on Sol and walked away, kicking robotic limbs out of his way. Sol was just as likely to kill him as…no, he best get back home now and ignore all of that.
The ground shook, and Ky fell, shoulder bumping into a metal torso. He blinked and Sol was over him, that ridiculous spatula-sword held over Ky's chest. "So you're just gonna walk away, huh?"
If Ky could pinpoint the one thing about Sol that would haunt him, even after he retired, it would be the man's infuriatingly sultry smile. It was that smile that had him on his back in a field of smoldering robot parts, arms opening to catch Sol as he rushed to his knees, straddling Ky and tearing at his jacket, the third Sol had ruined that Ky had to write off as damaged in battle.
They set their swords carefully to the side, well within reach in case either of them was faking it and had a knife hidden in a boot or under a pile of clothing. Ky couldn't trust the man nipping at his chest, running hands over and under his tattered shirt, no more than Sol could trust Ky not to use the hands that pulled Sol closer to instead throttle him. It might come to that, Ky realized, but he could only half care so long as Sol's body was slick against his, their mouths hot as they bit and sucked at one another amongst the rubble of their destiny.
Author: Whisper
Rating: light R
Warnings: nothing really, just yaoi and dead robots
Word count: 457
A/N: for prompt: Passionate love/hate - "The earth will shake in two will break, and death all round will be your dowry."
"Done," Ky sighed, pulling his sword out of the last metal replica of himself. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, now that this was all over, but he was looking forward to a cup of tea and a bath.
"Looks like I came just in time." The words proceeded a blast of fire, sparking across the ground and stopping inches from Ky's boot.
Not again. Ky refused to be baited and waited, hand on sword, for the idiot to get the machismo worked out of his system. Sol circled him, sizing him up, looking for the opening that Ky refused to give him. "I'm not a robot and I don't have time to deal with you," Ky said, backing away slowly. It wasn't cowardly to avoid useless bloodshed.
Sol smirked and hooked his spatula of a sword onto his belt. "They're all dead," he said, taking in the robotic carnage around them with a sweep of his hand. "You got something else to do?" He stepped forward and Ky stood, waiting even though he hated himself for it. Sol stopped two feet away, letting Ky make the final choice, as usual.
"I have reports to write. I'm leaving." He turned his back on Sol and walked away, kicking robotic limbs out of his way. Sol was just as likely to kill him as…no, he best get back home now and ignore all of that.
The ground shook, and Ky fell, shoulder bumping into a metal torso. He blinked and Sol was over him, that ridiculous spatula-sword held over Ky's chest. "So you're just gonna walk away, huh?"
If Ky could pinpoint the one thing about Sol that would haunt him, even after he retired, it would be the man's infuriatingly sultry smile. It was that smile that had him on his back in a field of smoldering robot parts, arms opening to catch Sol as he rushed to his knees, straddling Ky and tearing at his jacket, the third Sol had ruined that Ky had to write off as damaged in battle.
They set their swords carefully to the side, well within reach in case either of them was faking it and had a knife hidden in a boot or under a pile of clothing. Ky couldn't trust the man nipping at his chest, running hands over and under his tattered shirt, no more than Sol could trust Ky not to use the hands that pulled Sol closer to instead throttle him. It might come to that, Ky realized, but he could only half care so long as Sol's body was slick against his, their mouths hot as they bit and sucked at one another amongst the rubble of their destiny.
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