01—beginning
Neither of them knew that the moment when Gaillard punched Kai in the face, and Kai allowed himself to be punched in the face, marked the beginning of them moving away from thinking of their interactions as 'me versus him'. Sure, it didn't happen in an instant, but the fact still stands—cardfighters weren't supposed to touch each other, but they did. Violently.
There was also a lot of violence in the next time Gaillard touched Kai, and Kai allowing himself to be touched. They were kissing in a way that suggested that the brushing of their mouths was a mere excuse to nip each other on the lips. The tiny sparks of pain that they inflicted on each other made the act skirt the borderline between an invitation of intimacy and a tentative attack.
Kai had Gaillard up against a wall. Gaillard had the fingers of his hand twisted in Kai's hair. Kai pulled Gaillard closer by the waist, in order for Gaillard to better hurt him.
"Go on," Gaillard said, panting against the side of Kai's neck. "Say that you hate me."
"I don't hate you." Kai whispered against Gaillard's ear. "I don't even dislike you."
Gaillard moved both hands onto Kai's shoulders and pushed him away at arm's length to check for signs of sincerity in Kai's expression. Kai had no idea whether he still looked as stoic as ever. For a good measure, he looked directly at Gaillard and sucked on the tiny indentations of Gaillard's teeth on his bottom lip. Gaillard's eyes widened at that, puncturing the mask of neutrality that he had assumed in their interlude.
"Do you still hate me?" Kai asked.
"I don't want to punch your face anymore." Gaillard affirmed.
To bring home his point, he gently rested his palms against Kai's cheeks and pulled Kai back into his personal space to kiss him. Kai allowed himself to be kissed. Gently.
A/N: Turns out that Legion Mate may be ending very soon. We may not get to see Bluish flames as often next season, so have these drabbles and never forget this sick burn ship.