A lime, of sorts!
This is something I've been working on a while, and I just finished! If only I had a Guy/Karel icon for the occasion...oh, well. ^_^;;;
It was a lazy afternoon on the Sacae plains. Guy lay stretched out across the grass, feeling the sun beating down on his shirtless back after a long training session with Karel.
Karel sat quietly across from him, fully dressed, sharpening his blade.
"Say, Master Karel? Doesn't it bother you?" Guy randomly asked. The Sword Demon blinked and turned his gaze to the green-haired boy.
"I beg your pardon?"
"The heat, that is, you can't be comfortable in that heavy fabric in this heat!" Guy said nervously. Karel always had that effect on him...actually, Karel had that effect on most people. Then again, most people didn't train under him, so for Guy it was ten times worse.
Or better? Karel always brought about mixed feelings in Guy; on one hand, he was easily intimidated by him and dreaded the day he actually got good enough for Karel to cut him down. On the other hand, Guy had idolized and worshipped the Sword Demon for ages now, and part of him almost didn't mind the whole "I'm gonna kill you" bit.
Almost being the key word. A morbid person would think "wow, being killed by my hero would be awesome!", but Guy wasn't morbid.
"Anyway, you might-"
"I'm quite fine," Karel said sharply, and Guy flinched a bit. "And in the future I would appreciate you not speaking to me while I'm trying to rest."
"Ack, sorry about that!" Guy said nervously. Karel nodded, as if to say "don't let it happen again."
Silence. Uncomfortable silence. Eventually, Karel did take his robes off, and Guy found his eyes glued to his master's toned, sweat-slick form. Aw, man...I swear, he does this just to torture me, doesn't he?
It was no secret that Guy was hot for Karel's bod. Very hot. Karel seemed to ignore it, but sometimes he'd do little things, subtle things to send that certain shiver up Guy's spine.
He'd always been able to control himself.
Not this time, though.
Without a word, he moved up next to Karel and grasped his shoulders. Before the Sword Demon could protest, Guy's lips were on his.
So that's how he wants to play, he thought.
He could make it hurt. Teach Guy the price for openly coming on to a man like him. Make him sorry for ever looking at him that way. But Guy's hands were moving all over his body, making it hard to focus on his sadistic thoughts.
He flipped them over so that he was on top, and the rest of their clothing melted off them.
*
Karel had been surprisingly...well, not gentle, this was Karel here. But it hadn't been as rough, bloody and painful as Guy had anticipated. Aside from the soreness in his butt and the exhaustion, he felt good.
"So, master Karel," he ventured. "Aren't you glad I...y'know, talked to you now?"
Karel's stony expression became a smile. A small one, but genuine nonetheless.
"Yes," he admitted. "...I trust there was no permanent damage done?"
Guy blushed, remembering the nail-marks and hickeys he'd obtained during their romp.
"They'll heal," he said.
"Good." Karel nodded. "I...would not be pleased if my best student were unable to fight anymore."
"B-best student...?!" Guy squeaked. "I-I'm really your-"
"Irritating as you may be, I've never met anyone with even half your determination."
Guy's smile was so wide it nearly split his face in half.
"Wow! That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me, Master Karel, I'm so-"
Karel cut him off with a kiss.
"Don't ruin the moment."
Things would definitely be different between them from now on.
It was a lazy afternoon on the Sacae plains. Guy lay stretched out across the grass, feeling the sun beating down on his shirtless back after a long training session with Karel.
Karel sat quietly across from him, fully dressed, sharpening his blade.
"Say, Master Karel? Doesn't it bother you?" Guy randomly asked. The Sword Demon blinked and turned his gaze to the green-haired boy.
"I beg your pardon?"
"The heat, that is, you can't be comfortable in that heavy fabric in this heat!" Guy said nervously. Karel always had that effect on him...actually, Karel had that effect on most people. Then again, most people didn't train under him, so for Guy it was ten times worse.
Or better? Karel always brought about mixed feelings in Guy; on one hand, he was easily intimidated by him and dreaded the day he actually got good enough for Karel to cut him down. On the other hand, Guy had idolized and worshipped the Sword Demon for ages now, and part of him almost didn't mind the whole "I'm gonna kill you" bit.
Almost being the key word. A morbid person would think "wow, being killed by my hero would be awesome!", but Guy wasn't morbid.
"Anyway, you might-"
"I'm quite fine," Karel said sharply, and Guy flinched a bit. "And in the future I would appreciate you not speaking to me while I'm trying to rest."
"Ack, sorry about that!" Guy said nervously. Karel nodded, as if to say "don't let it happen again."
Silence. Uncomfortable silence. Eventually, Karel did take his robes off, and Guy found his eyes glued to his master's toned, sweat-slick form. Aw, man...I swear, he does this just to torture me, doesn't he?
It was no secret that Guy was hot for Karel's bod. Very hot. Karel seemed to ignore it, but sometimes he'd do little things, subtle things to send that certain shiver up Guy's spine.
He'd always been able to control himself.
Not this time, though.
Without a word, he moved up next to Karel and grasped his shoulders. Before the Sword Demon could protest, Guy's lips were on his.
So that's how he wants to play, he thought.
He could make it hurt. Teach Guy the price for openly coming on to a man like him. Make him sorry for ever looking at him that way. But Guy's hands were moving all over his body, making it hard to focus on his sadistic thoughts.
He flipped them over so that he was on top, and the rest of their clothing melted off them.
*
Karel had been surprisingly...well, not gentle, this was Karel here. But it hadn't been as rough, bloody and painful as Guy had anticipated. Aside from the soreness in his butt and the exhaustion, he felt good.
"So, master Karel," he ventured. "Aren't you glad I...y'know, talked to you now?"
Karel's stony expression became a smile. A small one, but genuine nonetheless.
"Yes," he admitted. "...I trust there was no permanent damage done?"
Guy blushed, remembering the nail-marks and hickeys he'd obtained during their romp.
"They'll heal," he said.
"Good." Karel nodded. "I...would not be pleased if my best student were unable to fight anymore."
"B-best student...?!" Guy squeaked. "I-I'm really your-"
"Irritating as you may be, I've never met anyone with even half your determination."
Guy's smile was so wide it nearly split his face in half.
"Wow! That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me, Master Karel, I'm so-"
Karel cut him off with a kiss.
"Don't ruin the moment."
Things would definitely be different between them from now on.