Baaaaaaaaaack, with some smut! In this chapter, I get to use some of my beautiful new headcanon. You'll see what it is when you read. I'll also reveal the chapter's name at the end (unless you read it in the little purple box, in which case... there you go). Enjooooy!

It was training day at the Wang residence. Yao was practicing his tai chi; channeling his inner power, as graceful as a cat, stuck in hunting stance. Kiku, however, was doing something completely different. He had not properly touched a sword in years, other than to clean it, and his karate and ninjutsu skills were to be desired. His old bones and muscles made it nearly impossible for him to move like he used to; he wasn't sure how Yao kept going, even though the Chinese man was far older than the Japanese.

Kiku practiced archery. Fortunately for him, he was excellent at it.

A sharp eye was always present in him. It was helpful to seek out potential attackers during the heat of a fight. Now, he never fought, but he still used this sharp eye to shoot bow-and-arrow in Yao's backyard, landing a bulls-eye almost every single time.

His bow was crafted from the finest materials, the arrows made of simple wood and steel. Just hard enough to penetrate the target. Delicate bird feathers dangled at the end; these arrows were hand-made by Kiku himself. He had store-bought ones, but he usually preferred using the original ones used by samurai in an earlier time.

He took his stance. With one eye, he focused hard on the target. Slowly pulling back, almost torturously so, he readied.

He aimed.

Then, he fired.

The arrow's head landed just short of bullseye- to the untrained eye, at least. It was mere centimeters away from the middle of the target to Kiku. "Damn," he muttered to himself, grabbing another arrow. This one was fired right away.

Bulls-eye.

Kiku smiled to himself triumphantly. "There we go." Another arrow was grabbed, and another bulls-eye was hit, just left of the one previous.

This continued in relative silence for quite a long time, as Yao meditated, did some kung fu, and even took a tea break. Kiku didn't stop shooting, not once. He had recycled his arrows at least six times by now, and there was a hole in the center of the hand-painted target sitting yards away. Yao decided to go and watch; something he normally didn't do, as he was usually busy with his own exercises.

"Do you mind if I watch, Kiku?" Yao asked, approaching carefully, as the other had his arm back, ready for another shot.

Kiku nodded. "Sure. You've never seen me shoot before, after all." Waiting for Yao to back off, he fired. Yet another bulls-eye. Yao ooh'd and aww'd.

"Hm?" Kiku hummed, turning his head slightly to see his lover's eyes wide open, staring at the arrow sticking out of the red circle in the target. "Is that... impressive?"

"Very!" he exclaimed. "Do more!"

Kiku nodded, clearly amused at the other's excitement. "Very well," he said, walking to the target and pulling a few used arrows out. "Shall I try with my eyes closed?"

Yao nodded back, excited. Would he make it? He was dying to find out.

Kiku readied his bow, arrow attached. He closed his eyes. Yet again, he fired.

Yet again, a bulls-eye.

"Aiiiiiyaaaaa!"

Kiku couldn't help but smirk a bit. "Years of practice," he said, grabbing another wooden arrow.

Yao's mind began to race. So skilled, so poised, so majestic... the way he stands, the way his almost non-existent muscles flex when he pulls the bow back, the way he smiles minutely when he hits the target spot-on... His face began to heat up, and arousal tingled inside of him. Never had he looked so... manly and perfect.

Just when Yao thought it couldn't get any better, Kiku wiped a bit of sweat from his brow. "Hot," the Japanese man mumbled, and then... he took his shirt off.

He took his shirt off.

Perfect pectorals, lightly toned abdomen area, scars... no matter what, Kiku was stunning. Yao felt an erection already. He instantly fantasized about he and Kiku having sex, right in the courtyard, Kiku's bow pressing him down into the grass, completely submissive...

"Yao? Are you alright? You seem to have zoned out..."

Suddenly, broken out of his trance, Yao stood up and sped towards Kiku. Within seconds, he had the other man backed up against the target, roughly yanking out the offending arrows, and they were kissing. They were kissing hard.

Kiku was surprised, to say the very least, but he didn't complain one bit. Bow still in hand, he kissed back, taking his free arm to wrap around Yao's neck while Yao... pulled down his pants?

"Yao," said Kiku, fiercely pulling away. "What are-"

"Kiku," he cut off, "let's... let's do it, right here. I love seeing you all athletic, sweaty, beautiful, like an archery demi-god-"

"A-are you crazy?" Kiku exclaimed, staring at Yao as if it was his most far-fetched idea ever. "W-we're outside!"

"That didn't stop us before," Yao replied, smiling. Kiku remembered the time before, in the woods... they were outside then, it was true... and he felt himself getting exponentially aroused already. He was half hard just from kissing the other man. He grumbled, then ripped Yao's changshan clean off.

"Fine."

Soon enough, they were both on the ground, Kiku on top. It didn't take long for either of them to be naked; they were both far too eager, and even though Kiku only had one hand available, still holding the bow, he showed extreme skill and improvement.

"Kiku," Yao breathed, his mouth against Kiku's neck. "Hold me down. With that," he said, pointing weakly to the bow.

Kiku's eyes went wide. "A-are you sure? Won't that be... restraining?"

"Yes!" Yao cried. "That's what I want, damn it! Now do it!"

Hesitantly, Kiku complied. He placed the bow onto Yao's chest, putting both hands on either side. To his surprise, Yao didn't struggle a bit. This was going better than expected...

So, with his hands still on the bow, Kiku leaned back down and kissed Yao again, with near brute force. His tongue explored and roved around, until he was satisfied enough to begin the main act.

He didn't bother with lubricant, or even spit. His hands were too busy holding Yao down. "Ready," he grunted, more as a statement than a question. Yao nodded anyway, trembling in excitement, and Kiku entered slowly as to not hurt him.

Yao shrieked. It did hurt at first, but he started to become used to it. Kiku began thrusting, carefully and rhythmically, again as to not hurt Yao. After a bit, Yao cried for more, and Kiku responded accordingly. He went faster and faster, harder and harder, aiming for the other's weakest spot. Once he hit it, Yao shrieked once again and asked for more, more, more.

This went on for what seemed like a long, long time. Eventually, Yao came, ejecting all over Kiku's stomach, and Kiku followed, letting his stain the ground. He finally lifted the bow off of Yao, and a large red mark appeared. Too tired to care, Kiku collapsed onto the ground next to his love.

Yao gave an exhausted smile. "Fun," he said simply.

"Yes," Kiku replied.

The bow laid carelessly to the side now, string broken and bent slightly.

Yeah. Kiku's a badass. This is called Archery, because... well, Kiku's good at archery, in my headcanon.

I don't think there are any notes for this one. Just know what tai chi, kung fu, karate, ninjutsu, and changshan are!

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