TOWARD THE TERRA KINK MEME

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thoughts at gunpoint [2/2]

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Then before Matsuka could move again, the gun was firmly in Keith's hand, its muzzle pressed just below Matsuka's ribcage. Keith's free hand settled on the small of Matsuka's back, holding him tightly to the gun.

"Not well enough," Keith said. "I told you not to touch my mind."

"Yes," Matsuka whispered. He couldn't articulate more of a thought. Whatever Keith said, he had been trained too well. He wanted Keith to keep holding him like this. He tipped his head back a little. The distance between Keith's lips and his own seemed painfully vast, even though it was only a few inches at this point.

Matsuka wondered what would happen if he could stay this close. Would Keith be less inclined to walk into battle ready to die, as he had done with Soldier Blue?

The gun pressed up against him was not the one Keith had used on Blue. He had been shooting to kill, then, bullets and all. Now he was prepared to shoot to hurt. When would he be prepared to shoot Matsuka to kill? Would there be enough time before then for Matsuka to save Keith first? Matsuka didn't know. He lowered his head in resignation.

That was when Keith released him. Matsuka sagged and tumbled to his knees (it felt dreadfully right to be on his knees before Keith). "Good," Keith said. "You should be ashamed of yourself."

"It wasn't shame," Matsuka said. He wasn't past the shame, exactly. He could still feel it as a bright hot spot at the back of his head, all the more acute now with the memory of Keith's mouth poised so close to his fresh in his mind, along with the knowledge that at that moment, Matsuka had had no desire to escape, only to be closer, the gun digging further into him, his lips pressed to Keith's.

But it was true that it hadn't been shame that had made him lower his head.

"Then don't tell me what it was," Keith said. "Remember for next time that it should be shame."

Matsuka felt his cheeks burn. "It will be," he said. The realization that had made him bow his head would not come again. It was only this: someday, that gun would have bullets in it, or worse. Someday, Keith would be the death of him. But he could not bring himself to mind, so long as he could save Keith first.