Title: Spar With Me
Fandom: Dynasty Warriors
Warnings: Yaoi. Male/Male themes.
Pairing(s): Sun Ce/Zhou Yu
Status: Drabble; Complete
Summary: A late night sparring match between friends.
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This is dedicated to, and written for, Crimson Fears.
...Think I might have to re-write this one...maybe...
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I was in the sitting room, curled up in the corner of a burgundy divan, looking over parchments full of strategies and notes for the war when you entered. Your footsteps were so incredibly silent that I did not even notice your presence until your shadow was hovering menacingly over me, blocking out light and making it more difficult for me to read than it already was in the dimly lit room.
Patience was considered a virtue and I practiced it constantly. That aside, even I did not have an eternity for you to make the first move at conversation. You always were the only person to oppose me in that manner--trying my patience. Sighing and outstretching an arm, the papers in my hand fell atop a nearby table. The next few moments were blurred. I can only recall glancing back into the room and to the scrolls and parchment scattered about I had yet to read. The barest recollection of you mumbling a sentence I never really heard and grabbing my arm to lead me from the house is all that reaches me from the moments thereafter.
Before my mind could process what was happening, I was counting your breaths. A light sheen of sweat covered the tanned skin of your heaving chest as your breathing became labored. Whether the effect was a result of physical exertion or excitement, I could not tell. I imagined I was in a similar state. My clothing was molding to my body; my hair was damp and clinging to my face. We stood there for some time, my eyes trained on yours and yours focused on mine. I am sure my expression gave away the question I refused to ask: What do you want from me?
Your silence was all I needed to return my sword to its sheath. If you refused to answer me, I would not permit myself to wait. I had work to attend to. Instead, I was outside, with you, in the dark, and relying on the moon to provide all the light it could. Just as I turned toward the door, I stopped. Whether it was the sight of your wife standing in the doorway, or the arms that wrapped around me and the body pressed against mine in a tight embrace, I cannot be sure.
The only assumption I could make when her gaze moved from me was that she was looking at you. Her expression did not hold anything akin to the emotions I expected: surprise, hatred, disgust, hurt. She only smiled and went back inside, leaving me confused and quite taken aback. You merely laughed, though the sound was low--almost inaudible. The sound soon died away and I found myself missing it once it was gone.
Your lips fell briefly upon my neck as you left a kiss there. They rose to meet my ear, the sound of your voice slipping past my eardrum. "Stay Zhou Yu. Spar with me a little longer." Just as soon as you had come to me did you pull away, instantly falling to a fighter's stance. You knew me too well, you still do. You knew I could never deny you anything, knew that you were my greatest weakness.
We sparred well into the night. Light begin to peek hesitantly over the horizon before we halted out match. You won--we both knew you would. And we headed inside, intent on gaining back what energy we could through sleep. You accompanied to my room, where I offered you a soft 'goodnight' and 'pleasant dreams'. On this occasion, you decided to stay instead of returning to Da, your wife. Asking was not needed. I knew what you wanted without your saying a word. And as expected of me I left the door open for you. It was just how things were--how they are: I, Zhou Yu, could never refuse my lord.
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