A Tale of Two Men – Destiny's Delusions
Mojiru stared at his lifelong rival... the man he'd invested his entire being into catching... he was there, clothes torn off, staring back with an almost mystical depth to his stern, captivating eyes. This man was Kyosei, and he incited such a scolding passion within Mojiru that he couldn't contain his primal desires... his lust for that man's flesh was far too great to wait any longer... he had to have him – he had to have him now.
He charged almost elegantly towards Kyosei as his tongue burst from his mouth, flailing wildly around as they both performed a violent, frenzied dance of desire – their tongues too preoccupied to allow them to convey their feelings to one another. Kyosei ripped the clothes from Mojiru's body as they stood, panting, equals in their infatuation – swords raised – as they lunged like playful puppies towards each other: swords locking as they screamed words of yearning to each other...
Mojiru was taking the lead in this "battle of destiny," sliding his sword gleefully across Kyosei's face as he cried out in surprise, trying his best to match the intensity of his rival's actions... but Mojiru was faster. He was more prepared. He had more experience... his primitive, warrior instincts took over him as he side-stepped another attempt to capture him before, asserting his dominance, thrusting his sword towards Kyosei's stern, muscular buttocks. Unfortunately, though, his lunge was not fast enough to catch Kyosei, as he grabbed Mojiru's sword with his free hand (his own in the other, of course) as he began to run his hand along it, teasing Mojiru's immaturity and inexperience with a real man.
Mojiru tried desperately to break free, but it was to no avail. Kyosei had a significantly strong grip as he pulled harder and harder on Mojiru's sword... he pulled the sword towards himself whilst pushing his own towards his match...
A scream of euphoria.
A spray of sticky liquid from the tip of their swords...
The two men collapsed, panting, moaning to the ground... They were together, finally, as one...
Their battle was over. The climax was reached.
Both had won... and both had died.
Writer's note: It's not actually yaoi. Read through it again with a less perverted mind and see if it makes more sense, you cheeky lil perverts. =[