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 Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2021 3:44 pm
“Love you too.” He assured in kind, he was already braced for the impacts to come. His first move was to dart forward and then DOWN, swinging one leg out wide to try and knock Nalanda’s feet out from under from him. It left him braced on one arm, and his crouching leg for stability. A risky gambit leaving himself close to the ground but potentially a good one.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2021 5:24 pm
Nalanda was worried. He was afraid. He was cautious and antsy in every battle, and this was no different--for a split second--because, what if he got seriously hurt? What if he hurt Yu? What if he looked horrible and disappointed him?
What if--?
Going for the legs again. Nalanda remembered hurting his legs before.
Parisite was fast, but Nalanda was paranoid. He didn't dodge, didn't dart to the side. He jumped, with more flexibility than he should have had, drawing his knees up as high as he could to avoid any injury.
It worked, but he was in the air and had to go down at some point; he was only a few short feet off the grand and had to hurry to plant his feet back down before he just fell on his behind, sprawled and useless.
He should have tried to jump over Parisite, behind him. If this were a real fight, he'd have to keep it in mind. If it were a real fight, maybe he should have tried to come down, hard, on his kneecap.
He wanted to use his magic on him. It felt right. It felt like what he should do, to buy himself a little time to land.
He didn't want to give Yu accidental mental scarring before lunch, though.
He landed, a bit off balance, and quickly righted himself, just in time to try and kick Parisite over while he was on the ground.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2021 6:03 pm
“Ah! Never kick without good balance!” He scolded, swinging an open hand slap at the kick to try and spin Nalanda out but using the disrupted balance and adding his own strike. “Your strikes are always better from being well balanced, or you might have that turned against you.” He tried to make it to his feet. “You have magic! Use it for an advantage, if you have to, kick people who are down! People who want to kill you aren’t going to fight fair.”
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2021 6:22 pm
"Oh!" Nalanda said, like it was a good answer to anything.
He readjusted with Parisite's redirection. "I am kicking you while you're down!" he protested, because he didn't want to kick him hard.
...No, this was the pulling punches things he wasn't supposed to do, what he specifically promised he wouldn't do.
"How would you have dodged that?" he asked, and unceremoniously grabbed Parisite's ankle, yanking it upwards as quickly as he could while he readjusted himself, trying to plant his feet firmer so he couldn't be knocked over so easily and send Parisite onto his back.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2021 6:33 pm
“I’d probably- Wahhh!” He thudded to his back as his ankle was lifted and took the rest of him with it. “Ok... that was pretty scary. You can do that with flying kicks too, people like them because they are showy but they are pretty dumb more often than not.” He felt sort of dumb saying that from the ground though. “I’d probably have jumped towards where the kick started if there was room, then gone for like, a kidney punch.” He grunted in effort to roll himself to twist free of the grab if possible. If not.... he was going to be more embarrassed.”
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2021 7:10 pm
It wasn't proper fight etiquette, but Nalanda had to stifle a laugh at the noise Parisite made. He wanted to put him down, but they were still in a fight.
"Are your ankles your weakness or are you taking it easy on me?" he asked; he held Parisite's ankle as he stepped around it, planting one foot on either side of him and then dropping, quickly, just as he released the ankle. He landed, not quite hard, on Parisite's pelvis, but braced himself with his knees.
"I'm having a hard time fighting you right now. My mind keeps telling me to just hold you," he said bluntly, hovering just a bit over his face. He kissed his forehead. "Show me how to get someone off of you? Don't teleport. I've got my full weight on you. So if someone were trying to smother me, or strangle me, or crush my chest."
He put his hands on Parisite's chest, not pushing, just positioning himself.
"If I can get away, I can use my magic on them. I don't care how many times I have to break away or run if it means I live. Show me how to stay alive long enough for you to come rescue me."
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2021 7:28 pm
There was a softness in Parisite’s face - a small smile. “Well, if I teleported right now, I’m not sure it wouldn’t be both of us.” He admitted. “But if I wanted to take the upper hand, I’d probably do something like.... this.” He grabbed Nalanda’s arms and rolled trying to swap who was on top, if given half a chance he’d go so far as to pull him close so they’d wind up chest to chest with Parisite on top. “Now, if you get pinned down by someone heavier or stronger, you’ll have to take whatever chances you can get. I’d probably got for like... a lip.” He was all teasing now. That was absolutely going to be a risk in training. But he leaned down and kissed Nalanda.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2021 7:54 pm
Priam made a soft noise at the swapped positions, but he seemed neither in pain nor even particularly uncomfortable.
"Oh," he said, absorbing the lesson. "That does make sense."
His lips were tingling right now, pleasant and warm. "I don't know if I could go for the lips. I don't think I want to kiss anyone but you and Sterling. But I might be able to confuse them for long enough to throw them off of me."
He contemplated this, fingers tapping the outside of Parisite's thigh thoughtfully. "I know when you kiss me, I'm completely disarmed."
He tapped his index and middle finger again. "Most people are sensitive on their inner thighs. I suppose I could always pinch them there, if I could reach. Are you ticklish anywhere?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2021 8:02 pm
“Am I Tickle.... N-no” he said sounding uncertain”nope! Absolutely not! Super not ticklish! “ He shook his head vigorously back and forth. “Also if someone else has you pinned, bite! Like hard bite not, fffff-flirty bite.” He said feeling his ears heat. But you can bite through a lip, and uh... you can make their life suck if you bite their wind pipe.” He said hoping to keep the topic way from tickling.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2021 8:36 pm
Nalanda's heart fluttered, because a part of him didn't know what he was doing, and a part of him knew what he wanted, and a part of him said no, not now.
Yu was many things, and even now, with the face of an Negaverse Agent, he was cute.
"Does Sterling know where you're ticklish?" he asked. "I could ask him."
He'd never bitten anyone, with any sort of intent. But Parisite's ears were red, and if he wouldn't talk about where he was ticklish, Nalanda supposed there were other ways he could win this not-fight.
One hand remained on Parisite's thigh, maybe to make sure he was balanced, or just because he liked the reassurance of holding, even just slightly. His other hand gripped the front of his uniform loosely and drew him down, enough so that he could place one kiss on his neck, just below his ear, and graze his teeth lightly over it afterwards.
No, he couldn't imagine biting someone, not with the intent to hurt. The idea of blood filling his mouth and choking on it was grotesque. But, he couldn't deny that he liked being close to Yu, in whatever way.
...He was here. Real. In all forms. In a better way, soon, but there was some satisfaction now that they could be together, deep in space, in a private moment. He should have roused Sterling to come to. He had wanted to spar, had wanted to train.
Now, he was lying on the ground and didn't want to get up.
"I could try biting," he hummed, even though he couldn't shake the image of a bloody mess out of his head. No, if he was going to fight, he should probably stick to something a little better for his personal bubble.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2021 9:13 pm
“I... don’t mind biting.” He confessed a little breathless at the feeling of teeth against skin. “But… no… tickling isn’t something we have … ah …done.” He murmured. “What.. about you though?” he murmured, leaning in and scraping teeth against the curve of Nalanda’s neck. “What are your… weak points?” He tasted the skin there before leaning back just enough to peer into his eyes for answers. “What brings you to your knees?” His eyes half-lidded as he gazed down at the handsome man he had ‘pinned’. “Pretty sure I like some… shameful things myself. So, maybe I’ll feel better if it's not just me.” He might... MIGHT, have gotten slightly off the topic of sparring.
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2021 6:19 am
His head was swimming, a dazed, languid warmth washing into his mind and flooding through his body. Some conversation could make his stomach twist into knots, make him nervous to the point of dizziness. Something private and intimate should have done that.
But, it didn't.
His skin was warm, warmer where Parisite had made contact. He looked up at him and could have just gotten lost in his eyes. How had he not known? Looking at him now, all he could see was Yu, uniform or not.
What brought him to his knees?
"You," he said, almost wistfully, and wrapped his arms around Parisite's waist, drawing him close, chest to chest and cheek to cheek. He figured Parisite could have fought if he wanted to get away, but it seemed they were bad at fighting each other. Which, Nalanda would be lying if he said such a thing didn't delight him; even if the fight was just pretend, this outcome soothed something in him he hadn't even known needed such attention.
"Something can only be shameful if it's wrong or foolish," he said, close to his ear. "What you do with someone you love and trust doesn't fall under that category. I don't know what I like, not really. Maybe you can help me figure it out when this all blows over."
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2021 9:47 am
“I… think I would be alright with that.” He teased a languid smile, the pleasure of finding the way with someone he loved. It was a heady thing, delightful honey of a sort. He laughed softly. “… Absolutely not the way to keep from being drained though. I could kiss it right out of you I think… Leave you -quite- breathless and exhausted.” He let his breath brush Nalanda’s ear as he spoke. A half a promise, teasing even now about what they had intended to do, and where they found themselves.
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2021 10:22 am
"Well, you've left me breathless already. I can't say I'm exhausted. I feel a little exhilarated right now, if we're being honest," he said, and couldn't articulate just how the breath on his ear beckoned him closer.
"Being kissed to exhaustion doesn't sound like my idea of a bad time, either. Not by you."
He drew him closer, like there was some distance still to close between them.
"Did I tell you how much I trust you? And appreciate you, and love you?"
Even if they'd failed the full on sparring session he had intended.
...This was better.
They'd have all the time in the world, when this was over with, to come up here and fight or fool around like this, or just get away from it all and stargaze.
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2021 11:14 am
“Guess we better work on the exhausting part, you’ll need to uh… learn to get the upper hand in this kind of close encounter.” He leaned back enough to meet Nalanda’s gaze. “I… trust you guys too, I know I didn’t show that before, But I do…. and I love you. I love YOU and I love Sterling,” He leaned down and pressed another gentle kiss to those lovely lips. “… I seem to be terrible at sparring with you. I’ll have to work on that.” He laughed and let his head come to rest against Nalanda’s shoulder.
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