[Guilty Gear] Pillow Talk, #2
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off_the_homerowTo anyone waiting for the next chapter of the Reboot, my sincere apologies. It has been giving me quite the headache, but I hope to get it done soon. In the meantime, have this little crack ficlet, perhaps?
Title: Pillow Talk, or Silly Arguments Ky Never Thought He Would Have about Sex
Fandom: Guilty Gear
Parts: 2
Pairing: Sol/Ky
Rating: PG-15
Contains: pretty much just what the title says
In retrospect, he shouldn't have asked. It was rare that anything good ever came of asking, since, depending on the mood, Sol's answers were either stoic silence, a strange pun only he understood, or something that should have made sense in theory because the grammar was right and all the words were in a language spoken on Earth, but the statement contained therein was completely demented.
In this case, he only had himself to blame for interrupting what had been shaping up to be the first high point in several weeks — the space might have been cramped, and the bench was certainly too short, and if he moved too far to one side or the other, he was liable to bump his head on the wall carvings, but privacy was hard to come by and it wasn't like they hadn't made do with worse in the past. Most logistics problems could be resolved by paying attention to where knees and elbows were going, and by leaving the removing of obstacles to Sol, as he seemed to derive an inordinate amount of satisfaction from divesting them both of buckles, and generally had more specific ideas for how he wanted these encounters to go.
Ky freely admitted that he was quite unimaginative where sex was concerned, since mostly anything below "rest" and "warmth" was optional at best and unthinkable at worst, and a good deal of the things normal people appeared to find arousing simply tended to leave him confused. Not having to be in charge was nice, and he was wholly content with focusing on the grabbing and the snogging parts of the exercise, but that was usually as far as it went. In this case, he might have been rather too intent on the grabbing and snogging, because it took him a moment to realize that Sol was not going where he wanted him to go, and had, in fact, ceased moving entirely.
Squinting, Ky tried to pull himself a bit more upright to take stock of the situation, which proved to be somewhat difficult since he had one leg hooked over Sol's shoulder and was mostly staying where he was by clutching the edge of the too-short bench. Sol had stopped in the general vicinity of his navel, breath tickling Ky's skin, one hand still firmly grasping his hip, the other hooked in the hem of his pants. With the mess of hair in the way, it was hard to gauge the reason, but once Sol got going, the only things that could actually make him pause this long were concerns over bruised ribs or an impending Gear attack.
Shoving away the incredibly childish voice that did not want this to be a Gear attack, couldn't the Gear attack wait for five bloody minutes, Ky craned his neck to catch a glimpse of Sol's expression, who seemed to have taken no notice of his concern.
"What?" he whispered, tensing for the by now inevitable shove-zip-buckle-swordgrab combo that would send him storming outside and into oncoming mayhem.
"...Just savoring the moment," Sol murmured, leaning forward slightly and allowing him to feel a smirk that had overshot smirk territory and aimed right for self-satisfied cheshire grin.
"...What moment," Ky asked, too relieved to notice the warning signs.
"Oh, come on, Kiske. Do you realize how many people would pay to be in my place right now?"
"No?" Ky said, irritation beginning to creep up on him at the thought of this turning into another one of Sol's stupid jokes about the desirability of his ass.
A huff. "I am making out with you. In a confessional."
"...it's not a confessional," Ky said, still not entirely sure what this had to do with anything.
"Oh, yeah? What'd you call this then, choirboy?" Sol said, rapping his knuckles against the wooden paneling.
"Niche? Alcove? Booth?" Ky ventured, trying to pull away to regain a position that would not direct Sol's arguments towards his crotch.
"If that helps your conscience..." Sol said generously, moving to undo the button on his pants.
"It's not about my conscience," Ky retorted, not sure if he should tackle Sol's state of misinformation or his apparent assumption that he could corrupt Ky into abandoning all rules of propriety in a house of worship first. "This isn't a church. The ground's been desanctified, it's just a building."
"No way."
"No, seriously. It's just a big box."
"Bullshit," Sol said, with feeling. "You don't switch lanes that easily."
"What does it matter what I do," Ky said, sighing. "You've seen the place. It's ramshackle, nobody lives here. It's probably been anything from a way station to a depot before we got here. Our army's turning it into camp, for heaven's sake."
"Yeah, but does God know it's just a building now?"
Taking a breath, Ky tried to remind himself why shocking Sol bald in an ex-confessional with about four hundred men just a wall away would be a bad thing. "Listen. I have no idea what your unfathomable obsession with churches is, and I don't want to know. The point is, this is not a church, so you can stop feeling all smug about it because it's not going to happen."
"What if..." Sol began, a look of contemplation crossing his face. "What if we just add up that one time you kissed me in a church that was definitely still a church—"
"That was a kiss of peace," Ky pointed out, now deeply regretting the seating arrangements that had led to it.
"—and now we're making out—"
"In a building."
"—that used to be a church."
"A building," he insisted. "This does not somehow equal you getting laid in a church."
The bulk of Sol's headband jerked up and down, a sure indication that he was waggling his eyebrows. "I could prove that equation."
With an indistinct noise, Ky slumped in his seat, already resigned to the fact that the mood was irrevocably lost and that Sol would attempt to pursue this nonsensical line of argumentation until he either relented or walked out. Sol, meanwhile, didn't seem to mind sacrificing their scarce amount of alone time to measuring all the sex he could have been having, leaning on one elbow and spider-walking his fingers along Ky's waistband as he tried to come up with a satisfactory solution.
"The way I see it, there's gotta be some things we've done that are at least as bad, so..."
"No."
"I figure getting head in a church would be worth at least, what..."
The button came undone, but at this point, Ky was firmly refusing to assist in fueling Sol's delusions. He didn't budge, and his pants stayed where they were. "No."
"Five times casual sex?" Sol suggested, eyeing the dangling cross necklace meaningfully, as if that could get him a discount.
"That's—"
"Okay, seven."
"Ten."
"Less if we factor kinkiness into it."
"What...?" Ky said, now thoroughly bewildered.
"Well, there was that time you gave me mouth-to-mouth and then we made out for like, half an hour, plus that time I watched you shower, and—"
"This is not an aggregate," Ky said firmly, trying and failing to keep the exasperated growl out of his voice. "There's not some combination of you being a pervert that equals another—"
He paused. Sol had made himself comfortable between his thighs, resting his chin in the palm of one hand and looking up at him expectantly. There was that added gleam in his eyes that he always got right before an argument erupted into a full-blown fight, like he was just waiting for the signal to charge. He looked like someone who very badly wanted to get laid.
"...you're doing this on purpose, aren't you."
All he got in return was that damnable, insolent, know-it-all smirk. "Did anyone ever tell you you're hot when you're pissed?"
There were few moments in Ky's life when he could so clearly foresee the consequences of his actions. Most of the time, reacting wasn't worth it. It was what Sol was hoping for with each offensive statement, each violation of boundaries or rules, and if he reacted to every one of them, he'd have to petition for a forty-eight hour day just to get all the due beatings done. Reacting now could only earn him a spot in Sol's bizarre kink list and a lifetime's worth of gloating. But here he was, with his first free handful of minutes in nearly three weeks, and they were getting spent arguing with an idiot because the idiot thought annoyance was a turn-on.
The spark knocked Sol flat on his ass. And Ky did what shouldn't have been possible in a space the size of a wall closet.
He pounced.
-TBC-
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A/N: Am I the only one who finds Ky-on-top totally hot? *glances around* More to come whenever time allows. Comments are welcome, of course.
Title: Pillow Talk, or Silly Arguments Ky Never Thought He Would Have about Sex
Fandom: Guilty Gear
Parts: 2
Pairing: Sol/Ky
Rating: PG-15
Contains: pretty much just what the title says
Pillow Talk,
or Silly Arguments Ky Never Thought He Would Have about Sex
or Silly Arguments Ky Never Thought He Would Have about Sex
In retrospect, he shouldn't have asked. It was rare that anything good ever came of asking, since, depending on the mood, Sol's answers were either stoic silence, a strange pun only he understood, or something that should have made sense in theory because the grammar was right and all the words were in a language spoken on Earth, but the statement contained therein was completely demented.
In this case, he only had himself to blame for interrupting what had been shaping up to be the first high point in several weeks — the space might have been cramped, and the bench was certainly too short, and if he moved too far to one side or the other, he was liable to bump his head on the wall carvings, but privacy was hard to come by and it wasn't like they hadn't made do with worse in the past. Most logistics problems could be resolved by paying attention to where knees and elbows were going, and by leaving the removing of obstacles to Sol, as he seemed to derive an inordinate amount of satisfaction from divesting them both of buckles, and generally had more specific ideas for how he wanted these encounters to go.
Ky freely admitted that he was quite unimaginative where sex was concerned, since mostly anything below "rest" and "warmth" was optional at best and unthinkable at worst, and a good deal of the things normal people appeared to find arousing simply tended to leave him confused. Not having to be in charge was nice, and he was wholly content with focusing on the grabbing and the snogging parts of the exercise, but that was usually as far as it went. In this case, he might have been rather too intent on the grabbing and snogging, because it took him a moment to realize that Sol was not going where he wanted him to go, and had, in fact, ceased moving entirely.
Squinting, Ky tried to pull himself a bit more upright to take stock of the situation, which proved to be somewhat difficult since he had one leg hooked over Sol's shoulder and was mostly staying where he was by clutching the edge of the too-short bench. Sol had stopped in the general vicinity of his navel, breath tickling Ky's skin, one hand still firmly grasping his hip, the other hooked in the hem of his pants. With the mess of hair in the way, it was hard to gauge the reason, but once Sol got going, the only things that could actually make him pause this long were concerns over bruised ribs or an impending Gear attack.
Shoving away the incredibly childish voice that did not want this to be a Gear attack, couldn't the Gear attack wait for five bloody minutes, Ky craned his neck to catch a glimpse of Sol's expression, who seemed to have taken no notice of his concern.
"What?" he whispered, tensing for the by now inevitable shove-zip-buckle-swordgrab combo that would send him storming outside and into oncoming mayhem.
"...Just savoring the moment," Sol murmured, leaning forward slightly and allowing him to feel a smirk that had overshot smirk territory and aimed right for self-satisfied cheshire grin.
"...What moment," Ky asked, too relieved to notice the warning signs.
"Oh, come on, Kiske. Do you realize how many people would pay to be in my place right now?"
"No?" Ky said, irritation beginning to creep up on him at the thought of this turning into another one of Sol's stupid jokes about the desirability of his ass.
A huff. "I am making out with you. In a confessional."
"...it's not a confessional," Ky said, still not entirely sure what this had to do with anything.
"Oh, yeah? What'd you call this then, choirboy?" Sol said, rapping his knuckles against the wooden paneling.
"Niche? Alcove? Booth?" Ky ventured, trying to pull away to regain a position that would not direct Sol's arguments towards his crotch.
"If that helps your conscience..." Sol said generously, moving to undo the button on his pants.
"It's not about my conscience," Ky retorted, not sure if he should tackle Sol's state of misinformation or his apparent assumption that he could corrupt Ky into abandoning all rules of propriety in a house of worship first. "This isn't a church. The ground's been desanctified, it's just a building."
"No way."
"No, seriously. It's just a big box."
"Bullshit," Sol said, with feeling. "You don't switch lanes that easily."
"What does it matter what I do," Ky said, sighing. "You've seen the place. It's ramshackle, nobody lives here. It's probably been anything from a way station to a depot before we got here. Our army's turning it into camp, for heaven's sake."
"Yeah, but does God know it's just a building now?"
Taking a breath, Ky tried to remind himself why shocking Sol bald in an ex-confessional with about four hundred men just a wall away would be a bad thing. "Listen. I have no idea what your unfathomable obsession with churches is, and I don't want to know. The point is, this is not a church, so you can stop feeling all smug about it because it's not going to happen."
"What if..." Sol began, a look of contemplation crossing his face. "What if we just add up that one time you kissed me in a church that was definitely still a church—"
"That was a kiss of peace," Ky pointed out, now deeply regretting the seating arrangements that had led to it.
"—and now we're making out—"
"In a building."
"—that used to be a church."
"A building," he insisted. "This does not somehow equal you getting laid in a church."
The bulk of Sol's headband jerked up and down, a sure indication that he was waggling his eyebrows. "I could prove that equation."
With an indistinct noise, Ky slumped in his seat, already resigned to the fact that the mood was irrevocably lost and that Sol would attempt to pursue this nonsensical line of argumentation until he either relented or walked out. Sol, meanwhile, didn't seem to mind sacrificing their scarce amount of alone time to measuring all the sex he could have been having, leaning on one elbow and spider-walking his fingers along Ky's waistband as he tried to come up with a satisfactory solution.
"The way I see it, there's gotta be some things we've done that are at least as bad, so..."
"No."
"I figure getting head in a church would be worth at least, what..."
The button came undone, but at this point, Ky was firmly refusing to assist in fueling Sol's delusions. He didn't budge, and his pants stayed where they were. "No."
"Five times casual sex?" Sol suggested, eyeing the dangling cross necklace meaningfully, as if that could get him a discount.
"That's—"
"Okay, seven."
"Ten."
"Less if we factor kinkiness into it."
"What...?" Ky said, now thoroughly bewildered.
"Well, there was that time you gave me mouth-to-mouth and then we made out for like, half an hour, plus that time I watched you shower, and—"
"This is not an aggregate," Ky said firmly, trying and failing to keep the exasperated growl out of his voice. "There's not some combination of you being a pervert that equals another—"
He paused. Sol had made himself comfortable between his thighs, resting his chin in the palm of one hand and looking up at him expectantly. There was that added gleam in his eyes that he always got right before an argument erupted into a full-blown fight, like he was just waiting for the signal to charge. He looked like someone who very badly wanted to get laid.
"...you're doing this on purpose, aren't you."
All he got in return was that damnable, insolent, know-it-all smirk. "Did anyone ever tell you you're hot when you're pissed?"
There were few moments in Ky's life when he could so clearly foresee the consequences of his actions. Most of the time, reacting wasn't worth it. It was what Sol was hoping for with each offensive statement, each violation of boundaries or rules, and if he reacted to every one of them, he'd have to petition for a forty-eight hour day just to get all the due beatings done. Reacting now could only earn him a spot in Sol's bizarre kink list and a lifetime's worth of gloating. But here he was, with his first free handful of minutes in nearly three weeks, and they were getting spent arguing with an idiot because the idiot thought annoyance was a turn-on.
The spark knocked Sol flat on his ass. And Ky did what shouldn't have been possible in a space the size of a wall closet.
He pounced.
-TBC-
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A/N: Am I the only one who finds Ky-on-top totally hot? *glances around* More to come whenever time allows. Comments are welcome, of course.
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Date: 2011-02-12 11:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-13 08:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-14 09:44 pm (UTC)Personally, as long as the characters are IC, I don't mind Ky being on top that much xD Plus, Sol's face would be priceless~
Aaaand, Happy Valentins day for you too <3
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Date: 2011-02-14 10:19 pm (UTC)*laughs* I'm one of those people who sees this pairing going both ways. Unless we're talking about Ky the evil whip-slinging bondage
queenprince. ...Actually, that's a Sol fantasy right there, and Ky just conked him in the head for it.Happy V-Day to you, too! :)
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Date: 2011-02-14 09:51 pm (UTC)No, it's not just you, Ky on top is totally hot!
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Date: 2011-02-14 10:19 pm (UTC)Ky has learned to prioritize. Sex first, murders later! (For me, I think it's the fact that he can be pretty aggressive when he wants to and yet would completely suck at any "bad cop" scenarios because he doesn't get them. XD)
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Date: 2011-11-19 04:15 pm (UTC)And I loved the first part of this, with Ky's confusion and determination that two Sols are definitely not better than one.
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Date: 2011-11-19 08:05 pm (UTC)I really love fierce Ky.Aw, glad to hear you liked it. I really should do something with this series again.^^