A short yaoi of Meta Knight and Knuckle Joe's father/Jecra. The reason it's so short is I wrote it on the bus home from my job (i'm working temporarily at a childcare, tsk tsk...what would they say!) I dont know if this idea is original, it probably isn't. But, you know. I just thought they need the spotlight a bit. As I said, if you dont like the pairing, or dont support yaoi, don't read. Anywho, please enjoy!
"We gonna do this every night?" Jecra chuckled walking over to the blue puffball making a fire. "Do what?" Meta Knight neutrally asked, not looking behind at his fellow Star Warrior. Jecra walked passed Meta Knight and sat across the other side of the freshly made fire. "You, me, and the campfire," he answered him.
"Till death do us part." Meta Knight replied. They laughed a little. The two sat there in silence for a few minutes.
"Jecra," Meta Knight finally spoke, "you were careless today. I'm not even going to tell you what you shouldn't…" Meta Knight's words were cut off short by, "Then don't! …I know."
The mood tensed.
More silence.
"You worried about me?" Jecra asked quietly. The knight looked down, blushing despite his mask. He hated to lie, especially if he were fooling his best friend. "Yes, I am" he spoke. Jecra didn't know whether to be flattered, or angry. It was if Meta Knight thought of him as a bad fighter.
The silence again, soft noises of the flickering fire was all to be heard.
"Jecra." He looked up; Meta Knight had caught his attention. "You're a powerful fighter, one of the best. You've must know this."
Upon hearing Meta Knight's statement, Jecra looked smug. He smiled and took off his mask, beginning to relax. Meta Knight watched Jecra's actions, to where he placed his mask, to his hands rubbing his tired eyes. Meta Knight found himself blushing again.
"Meta, you're mask," he said. "What about it?" Meta Knight asked in a neutral sense once again. "Relax a bit! Take it off, no ones around." Jecra replied.
Meta Knight briefly stared at him, before shaking his head gently as to say, "no." Jecra grinned at his friend. "I'll just have to take it off myself, wont I?" With that, he pounced onto Meta Knight, trying to remove his mask. Jecra laughed as they were being rolled around on the ground reluctantly by Meta Knight. "Argh! No! Don't be an idiot! Let me go!" he spoke loudly at Jecra.
They came to a sudden halt, mask in Jecra's hands, Meta Knight lying on top of him. Of course, Jecra had seen Meta Knight's face before, it was so petite; tall white eyes, constant pink blush marks and a tiny mouth. They gazed at each other before locking lips, eyes closed gently.
That was before their tongues wrestled with one another, harshly flustering both their faces. What seemed to be a quick and tender kiss turned into pure passion. Their eyebrows were raised – by a first glance looking at it could be perceived as pain, but as actually extreme pleasure. Meta Knight's vocal let out a moan through their mouths, and Jecra's hands were placed on Meta Knight's cheeks.
The two warriors deeply gasped for air as they finally broke apart, a string of saliva attached to their tongues. Jecra opened his eyes panting, to see Meta Knight doing the same. He quirkily smiled, Meta Knight smirked.
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EDIT: I had a change of heart, i've decided to CONTINUE this fic. Planned for about 4 or 5 chapters. Garlude is introduced in the next Chapter, along with Sir Arthur, Sir Dagrato etc.