The armor clad menace lunged towards the young thief.
Sothe followed his movements with a lazy eye. He was slow, cumbersome, and definitely no match for the more agile greenette.
If one blinked, one would have missed the speed with which Sothe dodged the blade, bringing his kard back up into the man's throat... a classic move for a quick finish, favored by most Assassins. Volke was rubbing off on him.
The man uttered a sick, strangled gurgle as blood gushed down the groove in Sothe's bezeled blade, soaking his hand in the warm liquid. He withdrew his kard and the man slumped forward, dead.
Looking over, he saw Ike, in all his brute strength, had finished off the boss with apparent ease, only sporting a slight scratch across his cheek.
The battle had been won.
By the time they reached their camps, it had grown dark. Sothe intended to steal away to a certain Assassin's tent, but before he could, he heard a rustle in the bushes. Eyeing the foliage cautiously, he took one cautious step forward, his hand straying towards the chrome hilt of his weapon.
As he stepped closer, a gloved hand reached out and grabbed him by the scarf, yanking him into the brush.
"Whoa-"
"Shhhh."
"Volke!" Sothe's voice was mingled surprise and reproach. "Don't scare me like that."
Volke snorted, pulling down his cloth mask. "But it's so much fun. Lots more fun than dropping down from rooftops to plant a blade in some fool just to get paid."
"One of these days," Sothe warned him, "I'll get you good. Then we'll see who's laughing." Then, against his will, his lips cracked into a stupid grin.
Volke smirked and pulled him into a liplock. After breaking apart for air a moment later, he replied, "Maybe. But I think, dear boy, you still have a lot to learn before you're as stealthy as me."
Sothe shrugged, lifting one leg and straddling the Assassin. "Well, while I've got you here..."
They kissed again, starting to fumble over each other's clothes, and, not for the first time, cursing how complicated the bloody garments were.
"Aah... Doing something like this where someone might find us is so exciting, huh?" Volke's voice was deeper, huskier now. He turned Sothe, whose face was a deep magenta now, on his side.
Sothe inhaled sharply as he felt Volke enter him from behind, and he felt himself contract instinctively.
"A-Aaah...~"
"Hush. You don't want them to hear us, do you?"
"O-...Of course not... Aaah, Volke..."
Sothe dug his fingers into the ground as the Assassin moved in and out of him, slowly at first, each thrust deliberate. He let out a huff as he wrapped his arms around the thief's bare midrifff.
Their dance continued on, Sothe didn't know for how long... But he felt Volke tense up, his grasp tightening as the brunette released into the younger greenette.
"Aawwh... Goddess..." Volke panted as he let go of Sothe.
"You're... right," Sothe sighed. "This is fun."