A/N: The weirdest thing to come out of the holiday season. Inspired by mistletoe. Please, read and review?
Warning: Implied Torn/Jinx. IMPLIED. This is not Yaoi!
Chicken
Accusations of cowardice and fear had led him to this moment. Torn was afraid, he couldn't deny it. He had fought the worst of the worst in his battles, yet the very thought of this one simple act was enough to make him sweat. And here he was again. Face to face with the only man that could make him feel this way.
Jinx, on the other hand, felt no more than a little excited. The moment had finally come when he could break through this soldier's defences, on a battle field where his strategy and skill held no power. This was Jinx's game, and by Mar, he would claim his prize.
The two sat barely inches from each other's faces, drawingever closer.
Torn's heart was pounding against his chest, begging for an escape to what it feared would come next. His mind was racing with a thousand thoughts at once. What was he doing? Was this right? Why now? Why here? Why was he so afraid? All questions that could not be answered, not in the mere seconds it would take for the pair's lips to touch. No, he thought. No, you are a man! Don't do this! But, I… I can't run away. Not again…
The blonde grew ever closer, eyes half shut in expectance, unusually supple lips readying for the strike. Whyhad he come back to him?
The next few seconds were a blur. Torn could have sworn that his heart, his burning lungs, everything inside of him, had stopped just to witness what he was about to do.
A sweaty palm landed on the blonde man's chest, heaving him away with a raspy cry of contempt towards the kiss which should have never been. Jinx's eyes flew open in surprise at the soldier's actions.
Torn could not believe it. What had he done?
A triumphant smirk began to make its way across his rival's face.
"Ha! I knew ya couldn't do it. Dat's thirty big ones fer me," exclaimed the victorious Jinx.
"Argh," Torn cried, "Not again!"
"Cough up the dough, boss man!"
"Yeah, yeah, I know the rules! Who invented this stupid game anyway," he mumbled.
"Hah! Go ask the rat."
End
Draegoness: And that kids, is a little game I like to call, chicken.