Author; Ipperne
wordcount; 333
Pairing; Akira/Kyo
Disclaimer; I do not own Samurai Deeper Kyo or any of the characters, no money is beeing made uot of this, it's for entertainment only and no harm intended.. It all belongs to Akimine Kamijyo, I'm just playing while wishing that I was that good.
How to prove yourself
"Tell me, how are you planning to suceed?"
Akira turned his head to face the question, wondering why Kyo would ask that question now of all times. "That's an odd question, given the current situation, don't you think?"
Akira heard Kyo's long hair slide against the bedroll right before the the feel of Kyo's hard glare hit Akira's face. No answer. Akira didn't expect one anyway, and it was with a smile he exclaimed "by fighting you, of course."
Kyo let out a small laugh, much to Akira's dismay. Why did he always have do that? Especially when Akira knew that Kyo did aknowledge his strength. After all he was Kyo's one and only student, if that was the right term to use. Maybe Kyo was more like his older brother, but nevertheless, Akira was Kyo's creation, and Kyo was proud of him. In his own strange way.
The sound of rustling blankets told Akira that Kyo was moving, and he strained his senses to find out whereto. Kyo had turned to lay on his side, his upper body lifted by his elbow, looking down at Akira.
Akira felt a slight unease by having the demon staring at him like that, but refused to turn away. He knew Kyo would be very dissapointed if he did.
"Then tell me, Akira, how are you ever going to handle me in a battle?" Akira noticed that Kyo leaned over him and Akira went stiff as Kyo dipped his head and connected their lips in a kiss.
"Kyo, wait, I..." Akira's protests were silenced as Kyo's tongue parted his lips and claimed his mouth.
Finally Akira gave way to a small moan and Kyo pulled back with a satisfied grin. "When you can't even handle me in bed."
Akria was once again silenced as Kyo claimed his mouth again, slipped under his blanket and for the second time that night, Akira began to doubt wether it really was a fight he wanted or something entirely different.