These are the days it never rains but it pours

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Who: Ky Kiske (closedcircuit) and Sol Badguy (immoralflame)
Universe: Guilty Gear Canon
What: Ky makes a move on Sol.
Warning: Walls.

It wasn't as though Ky had tried to indulge his thoughts on the subject. The only thing he should be feeling for Sol was exasperation, and he knew it, knew that was the most he could reasonably expect Sol to feel for him. Saying that over and over hadn't made it true, much to Ky's annoyance, and as much as Ky wanted to draw his sword and get Sol to fight him like he meant it for once, his hands left his side for another reason.

Perhaps Sol had positioned the wall behind him to use it to push against once they got started, perhaps he'd wanted to make sure there weren't any distractions, or perhaps he really was just so arrogant or lazy that he didn't care where he started off fighting and whether or not it made sense. Whatever the cause, Ky pushed forward, his hands going to Sol's shoulders to try to pin him against the wall while he leaned in to press his lips to Sol's. It was too early to regret before he did it, because he wasn't planning to, and once he was moving his thoughts were focused on how Sol's lips would feel and the possibility that Sol might punch him before he got there.

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Ky would easily confirm that Sol didn't take orders from pretty much anyone, hotness and blondness entirely irrelevant to the matter. That didn't mean that Ky agreed with the decision, and it didn't mean that Sol suddenly had the right to keep information from Ky. If he wasn't going to directly tell Ky, fine -- well, not fine, but Ky had no choice to accept that in between pushing for more as much as he could -- but he had no right to say what was beyond Ky. That the whole world was already involved meant Ky had already been "dragged into" it. His whole life was a product of the changes that had taken place, and if his life was going to change as a result of people trying to make things bad again, then he wanted to have some say in it, wanted to be able to do what he could to keep it from happening.

It wasn't just Sol's mess, because it could affect everyone. Ky had no wish to lose his life, but some things were more important than just him, and he'd already come to terms with the fact that he could die. If Ky was having an effect on Sol, one that meant he might be able to get some answers from the man, that could only be a good thing in his mind.

The effect that he was having now was a little different from that, but more desirable considering the current set of circumstances. If this was Sol being an ass, Ky could deal with it a little better than he usually could. Being hauled around like this provoked a different reaction, after all. And there could be no question as to whether or not Sol was exerting any effort, even with Ky on top like this.

That only lasted a brief moment before Sol moved again. Even if it wasn't high effort, at least what he did do made it very clear that he wanted it. And Ky had the hope of enticing even more effort from him. But then there were hands on his ass, and a spark of electricity and a little squeak, given that Ky hadn't been expecting it, wasn't quite sure how to process the sudden pickup in feelings that it caused. Other than by nipping sharply at Sol's neck and deciding that his hand needed to be somewhere else.

A break in taking off Sol's pants was acceptable, he decided, in return for sticking his hand there. It wasn't enough to make him hesitate, but there was a moment of oddness in touching someone else's cock that he had to deal with, had to process with the way it felt with his hand pressed against it. It wasn't unpleasant, just highly unfamiliar, and the moment passed soon enough, Ky adjusting his touch to stroke along the length of it, trying to earn a reaction from Sol.

The thread of the conversation, whatever Sol had been mocking him for, was far less important than what else seemed to be happening.

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No point in dragging anyone further into it, then. And Sol could damn well keep this information from whoever the fuck he wanted. And the scope of this really was beyond Ky, not to mention the mechanics of it. Ky could either deal with the fact that he'd never get answers from Sol--about his aims, his purpose, his methods--or bitch about it. Sol'd ignore either reaction, though honestly the former was the preferred.

It was Sol's mess because he'd had his hand in it since the beginning.

Unlike this situation, because clearly Ky'd had something in mind. The thought that the blond had managed to, frankly, seduce Sol (and he'd have laughed at the idea if it'd ever been pitched outside of this, hard; never would have entered his mind) definitely... That was all Ky. Every inch of this was Ky's doing. The spark, however, earned an arched brow and more of Sol's amusement; that was less engineered, pretty sure. Did prompt him to squeeze Ky's ass.

That was also very clearly Ky's curiosity and then hand wrapping around his cock a few seconds later, and that left very little room for any kind of reaction other than a little more warmth under Sol's hands (still happily grabbing ass) and an almost needy jerk of Sol's hips under Ky's. Fuck. He'd probably call Ky lucky to have started this when he did, when it'd been this long since Sol'd bothered with sex. And honestly, Sol wouldn't care if it was true or not, or if he'd have wound up with Ky in his lap either way. Right now, it didn't matter. Right now, he just managed to finish pushing his jeans out of the way as much as possible and shifted Ky back into his lap properly. Didn't want to move, but... Really, that'd be the best idea, here. Couple ways to do this, and Sol needed some thread of self-awareness in order to be able to figure out which would be best.

Hotels have the sense anymore to leave condoms and lube in their side tables? Barely managed to pass his brain before Sol pushed himself to sit up and went for Ky's throat again. What conversation?

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There are times, Ky is certain, that the only way to get out is to go a little deeper first. Not that getting out of the fight is what he wants. He has a duty to protect people, and that's not something that ended when the war did, and it's not something that's going to end just because the types of battles he's fighting now require a little more subterfuge, just because he's facing more resistance from people that should be his allies than he used to have to deal with. What Ky expects and demands from Sol is a complicated topic, a little different than what he expects from other people, but it's easy enough to point out that he's getting far less than he wants.

Ky's not so naive as to think that Sol will feel any more inclined to him just because they've slept together, and he's not so cynical that he'd even consider this a way to find out more of Sol's going-ons. In fact, Sol's going-ons are, for once, one of the very last things on Ky's find.

There are so much better parts of Sol to focus on now.

That jerk of the hips into Ky's touch on Sol's cock speaks volumes to the former knight; it's a relief to know that he can pick out Sol's pleasure even without the experience to know what he's doing. (And it's much better to think of it like that than to be aware of how long it has been for Sol. He's willing to take responsibility for his own corruption, but it's never occurred to him to think of Sol as someone he can be a bad influence on.)

Ky slides further into Sol's lap easily, those hands on his ass feeling somehow forbidden and equally enticing. The awareness that it's forbidden for a reason drops away entirely as Sol goes after his throat again. Ky's hand reaches around to Sol's back so he can drag himself closer, so he can wiggle in search of that friction that his body is arguing so strongly for.

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That only works if you're already deep in it. No way out? Push until you come out the other side. For Sol, he knows that's the answer. Only one. Can't leave this shit halfway. Means too much. God, it means too much. But Ky? It's not his fight, not this part. Ky's not a soldier any more, not a knight. He's a cop. Cop with his own demons to tangle with, so he doesn't need Sol's. While that might have them crossing paths, it doesn't mean Ky needs to put his nose in Sol's business to get his job done.

Sol won't tell him jack. Nothing Ky does can or will change his mind.

He will, however, mark Ky's throat further with bites and sucking bruises alike. There's no real such thing as anyone being a "bad influence" on Sol. He's too old, too set in his ways. At least there. Having Ky, though... There's something intimate about their fights. Something about crawling into each other's heads as they trade blows. It's some bizarre shade of normalcy, expected and sometimes good. The kind of good that creeps into his blood and heats it in a way differently from his magic.

Crawling into each other's skin is very, very different.

Even as Ky slides in closer, Sol pulls him in flush by the ass, grants him opportunity for that friction. But only for a moment, because he brings a heated hand between them to wrap around Ky's cock, thumb against the underside as he gives it a firm stroke--testing, and maybe giving him something back and to encourage.

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Ky's always been deep in it, and maybe Sol thinks it was by choice, that Ky could have chosen to do nothing, to focus on survival more than anything else, but Ky knows himself, knows he needs more than his life, and less than his life. He has his purpose: to help people, to put smiles on faces when he can and to protect people when he can't do that much, and to pray for them when he fails to protect. Ky's job is more than to just follow the orders of his superiors, it has to be, because to blindly do as he is told, without understanding where this is coming from, without understanding the ways in which his superiors have been lying to him... That would do much more harm than good.

Sol's not another person who's lying to him, but he's also not helping, not generally.

But there's another reason, beyond what Ky hopes to get from Sol, that the former knight commander spends so much time going after Sol when their paths meet, and that's the story told by the familiarity of their movements. It's the way he can let himself fall into a state of fighting, can let everything else in his mind fall away in favor of focusing on Sol's movements, on meeting and clashing. For all that there's something predictable about how their fights always end, the movements themselves are something special, every single time.

This is an extension of that, no matter what Sol thinks.

Ky's grip on Sol's cock falters a little when his own gets that contact, but he does his best to recover, to swallow down the threat of a moan. Ky wiggles in Sol's lap, one hand going to the back of Sol's neck as he pulls himself in as close as he can and still allow their hands in between them. He works to imitate the exact pressure stimulation that Sol had given him on Sol's own cock, slipping it in between his other, more experimental touches.

Sol isn't someone whose reactions are that easy to read, but Ky's trying, trying to see what he likes so he can do it more, so he can make Sol pleased in a way that will undoubtedly be different than the giddy reaction spiralling its way through Ky now.