Chapter 7
Sol smirked at Ky behind his back as they continued walking up their ramp. No matter what he said or how he protested, it was painfully obvious that Ky had been very aroused by his groping. Sol grinned to himself. He had blushed a great deal too, which was beyond cute.
Ky seemed to be muttering something under his breath, and Sol listened long enough to ascertain that he was praying in French before tuning out. He had more important things to think about. Like how he was supposed to have sex with Ky before they got out of the canyon. Which was only a matter of hours now, really.
Sol sighed. Ky was turning out to be extremely difficult. Every time he got close to touching the Ky, the Knight would zap or somehow otherwise injure him. Sol knew that theoretically an injured Ky would be no problem to take on. But as he kept demonstrating, the lightning master was far from defenseless, and Sol had no desire to start a fight that could leave them both incapacitated. In the same vein, he could probably rape Ky if he had wanted to. But the thought of it left a slightly sick taste in his mouth. That was one thing he definitely did not want to do to his Knight.
But that still meant that they would be out of the canyon before they had sex. Sol cursed silently. After Ky was healed again, then they would go right back to their old fights. Ky would try to capture Sol and arrest him, and Sol would try to kill Ky.
Sol looked up at the man he was following. It was a damn shame he had to kill him. Waste of what looked like a really sweet ass. And to kill him before they'd had a good tumble, well.
Well? Well what? Why not? It wasn't like it was costing him anything to not kill Ky. He could just as easily chase him with sex as a motive, rather than death. Why not?
Oh yeah. Because if Ky caught him, he'd be sent to jail.
Sol thought about this. What actually was his sentence anyway? With a start, he realized that he'd never actually thought to ask.
"Hey Kiske," he called, "what is my actual sentence? In terms of years of jail time, I mean."
Ky looked slightly sheepish and mumbled something that Sol didn't catch.
"What's that? I couldn't hear you."
"Five years," Ky mumbled.
"WHAT?!" Sol screeched, his eyes practically flying out of their sockets. "You mean to tell me you've been pursuing me like a madman for the past decade, and my sentence is only five years?! What the hell are you on?"
Ky turned around. "Hey, just because you're not a major offender doesn't mean you're not dangerous. There's no one else who could bring you in. And besides, the insult to the honor of the Knights was a major reason. It's just that the only thing that you've done that's technically illegal is theft. Albeit a major theft." He looked pointedly at the sword strapped to Sol's hip.
"Huh." Sol paused to ponder this, ignoring the accusation in Ky's tone. Okay, so if Ky caught him, then he'd serve five years in prison. That wouldn't necessarily be so bad. He knew he could hold his own. And hell, he might not even get caught. If he played his cards right, he could maybe sleep with Ky every time they met and still manage to escape.
Sol smiled happily, resisting the urge to whistle. All of a sudden, things seemed a good deal brighter.
"Why did you ask anyway?" said Ky after a moment.
Sol grinned. "Oh, no reason."
Ky looked over his shoulder, frowning at him. "No reason, huh? Now why do I mistrust that? I mean, it's certainly not like you've ever lied to me be-" He cut off suddenly as his foot slipped, sending him sprawling halfway over the edge of the path they were on.
He attempted to get back up, but the shift in weight sent several rocks on the edge tumbling down, causing him to lose his footing and slip over the edge. He managed to catch hold of the ledge with one hand, but it was obvious that his grip was tenuous.
"Sol!" he called out desperately, and the other man rushed to the edge just as his fingers slipped off the side.
Plunging his hand down, Sol managed to grab hold of Ky's hand and found himself, for the second time in less than a week, holding Ky dangling over a precipice. They had gone rather high up, Sol noted, and yes, a fall from here would kill him. Or at very least break almost every bone in his body, provided the trees cushioned his fall.
"What are you waiting for?" asked Ky, his voice full of nervousness. "Come on, pull me up!"
Sol attempted to do so with a grunt, but did not really succeed. He didn't have quite as good a hold on Ky as he had had the first time, and also his footing was not as secure.
"I'm trying," he responded, "but you're not exactly light as a feather you know!"
"What?" Ky sounded hysterically calm. "Oh come on. I can't possibly be as heavy as that dumb sword you carry around all the time."
"Hey," said Sol, giving another heave, "I wouldn't call it a dumb sword while I still have the option to drop you, okay?"
Finally, with a third great heave, Sol's feet found solid purchase and he managed to drag Ky back up to the point where the Knight could grab the ledge with both hands. They collapsed onto the path, Ky sprawled half on top of Sol, both of them breathing heavily.
Ky closed his eyes. "Man, sometimes I feel like we're never going to get out of-" he paused, opening one eye. "Sol."
"Yes?" asked Sol nonchalantly.
"You know, saving my life doesn't give you an excuse to touch my ass. Again."
"Oh. I know."
"You're still doing it."
"So I am. I'm glad you're alright, Ky," said Sol, and leaned in to kiss him gently. It wasn't anything fancy, simply one pair of lips softly pressed to another, but it was startlingly tender. Sol told himself that no, he hadn't been worried at all. Why would he have been? Sure, Ky almost died, but that happened all the time. Of course. No, he hadn't been worried.
Ky glared at Sol and struggled to his feet with the help of the canyon wall. But it was obvious that his heart wasn't in it. Sol smiled secretly to himself. Ky had wanted to stay right there on the ground with him.
"Hey..." said Ky, a sudden look of amazement in his eyes.
"What?" Sol blinked and pushed himself upright, brushing the dust off of his clothes.
"You called me by my first name," said Ky wonderingly. "You never call me by my first name."
Oops. Sol shrugged. "Yeah, well. I felt like it. What can I say, you were just so sexy lying on top of me like that."
Ky blushed. "Oh, shut up. Let's get going. Where's my crutch?"
Sol looked around, but it was nowhere to be seen. "I don't know. Must have gone over the edge."
Ky closed his eyes again. "Crap. Okay, fine. We don't have much longer to go anyway, I'll just lean on the wall."
"You know," Sol suggested, "you could always lean on my shoulder again."
Ky glared at him as though he'd planned this whole thing. Which he hadn't, but Sol had to admit it had worked out nicely.
"You'll grope me," Ky accused.
"Probably," Sol admitted, "but as you say, we don't have much longer to go. So why not?"
Ky shook his head but accepted the help, which Sol hadn't been expecting. Maybe Ky was finally starting to thaw after all.
It was slightly less than two hours later that they finally emerged onto the surface. The path led them to the side of an old highway, where they saw something that made Ky cheer, but Sol's heart sink.
The road was crawling with Knights, busily patrolling in search of their leader. One of them, a young brunette with far too many freckles and blue eyes reminiscent of a puppy, caught sight of them and bounded over.
"Captain! Captain! Thank goodness you're alright!" He then noticed Ky's leg, and called across to one of his buddies for medical assistance.
Sol handed Ky over to him, reluctantly taking his had from where it had once again been resting on Ky's ass. He saluted the two of them and began to walk off.
"Captain," he heard the voice of the younger Knight say, "isn't that Sol Badguy? Aren't you going to try to detain him?"
He heard Ky's long, drawn-out sigh, and could practically feel his piercing stare on the back of his neck. "No, that's alright. I'll get him next time."
Sol smirked. Oh yes, there would be a next time.
'I have plans for you, Knight.'
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