Is there a way... while we fight? Or... after? I haven't been in battle since arriving. I miss it. I don't want to spar with my comrades while there is danger.
Of course. Fighting helps relieve tension, but also helps to build it. [Paradoxical, he knows.] And if you want to mix it with what you want to learn...then that's one of the best times to do it.
[He reaches up, fingers trailing over the other man's shoulder.]
[The shoulder under the finger doesn't duck away, but he does hum quietly. He keeps his eyes level with Illumi's face since he's trying to be--honorable? respectful?]
The way I feel when having sex... reminds me of... fighting. Being in a battle. In a way.
[That's a question he'd sure a certain someone who love to answer. But he, who only thinks of sex when its involved in a mission, or gets him something he wants, it's a little harder to put it into words.]
[As he thinks, he rubs a little circle into Hizamaru's shoulder, almost absentmindedly.]
...To think about it, well...it's a match of physical abilities, as well. Your body undergoes stress just like it does when you're fighting an opponent.
[He tilts his head, a few strands of hair falling in front of his face.]
That doesn't mean that one can be separate from the other. In many ways, its the same thing.
[His hand reaches up, touches Hizamaru's cheek, before drifting back to his side.]
Alright. This may not be the ideal place for sparing. [He looks around, taps his finger to his chin as he thinks.] Ah, we could do something like "whoever manages to throw the other into the pool wins"...
[A shrug.]
Are you okay with fighting without weapons? I would prefer that...
[He turns to carefully deposit himself nearby in the sunbathing area, keeping the sword in a chair off the floor. It's close enough he won't lose it, but far enough to be out of the way.
[Illumi glances over at the set-aside sword, but doesn't move. That's fine. Trust comes slowly. He made a mistake with Higekiri. He wouldn't make the same mistake here.]
[He shifts himself into a fighting position, arms held up, legs bent.]
[He'll see just how a sword fights without himself at hand.]
[Without warning, he shifts, fast, aiming a kick from the side at the other's waist. Not hard enough to do real damage, but a sharp kick nonetheless.]
[Likewise, he bends his knees and--after a second--raises his arms. It feels strange not having to draw a sword, but he's fine. He waits for Illumi to make the first move.
The most notable thing about the Genjis is they are agile and fast. Acrobatic. He leaps straight up as the kick comes around, pushes off the leg before it swings by, and flips backward to put some distance between them. His landing is clean.
It's the first thing to give him a thrill. His eyes are on fire with energy and excitement.
Quickly, he darts forward, running headlong for Illumi to get in close.]
[An impressive backflip. A lot of his opponents, what little he's actually fought versus the ones he just kills from the shadow, have relied more on strength. This one seems more his style.]
[Hizamaru comes to him, and Illumi, not to be outdone by the other's agility, suddenly shifts back on his foot, twisting out of the way as the other comes close - and then, twisting right back to launch the heel of the foot at the other's back to knock him forward.]
[It's nice. It's been a long time since he had a good, solid fight.]
[It hasn't been a very long time since he's had a good fight, but so far, he hasn't had one while here yet. Sadly. It's not hard to fall back into the routine ingrained in him. He doesn't think he had been wrong in thinking sex was like fighting. It is.
The feelings roused in him now are similar. He can recognize this.
Illumi files back and away, and he continues going as inertia would have it. He twists, but catches the heel regardless and stumbles the rest of the way forward until his feet and body stop him. Already, he's turning to protect his back again, raising his arms in case Illumi has tried to follow-up.]
[Illumi likes a good, clean fight. Not that he's not adverse to using dirty tricks or sly plays - but overall, to him, fighting is more precise. Focused. That's what it takes to take down a target.]
[But here, when there's a second layer to their fight, things change. The style shifts. It's a nice clean fight on the surface, but underneath...]
[Hm. He'd have to incorporate it eventually.]
[He hums to himself, leaps forward to swing his arm around to try to get around the barrier of arms, trying to slam his palm against the other's ear.]
[Hey! Don’t try to pop his eardrum! What the heck, Illumi!
He leans his head and throws his arms to the side, grappling the arm and narrowly dodging the slap. It pops him good upside the head along the temple, and he staggers from the dizzy spell before his feet catch him.
Rather than pull away, he dives in toward Illumi again, trying to shift his arms and grapple again, but better.]
[But the point here is throwing off balance. After all, the point of this little fighting game is to push the person in the pool. To confuse, to disorient - those are the keys to gaining victory.]
[Hizamaru rushes to him again, and instead of dodging the move this time he reaches out to grab him fiercely by the wrists, even pulling him further in. They're almost flux against each other now - with a huff, he shifts his weight down equally into his feet, attempting to become as hard to move as possible. He presses his forehead against the others, a slight smile on his lips as his eyes stare into the other's.]
[It's a challenge. Just try to move me, he say, without saying. His smile widens.]
[Oh boy. He’s fast and dexterous, but he isn’t as strong as, say, Tonbokiri. He’s strong? Just not strong enough to move Illumi so easily.
His golden eyes narrow. At first, he struggles to push or move Illumi at all, using his hips and his chest. This guys is so strong! His blood pounds in his ears, a thrill and a struggle. One leg slides forward between Illumi’s, the heel hooking behind the foot. Like he plans to try to trip Illumi.
But instead, he uses another tactic. He kisses Illumi. It’s not he thinks Illumi will be wooed and horny, but he thinks it may still offer some surprise. And if so, he pulls with his heel and pushes with his arms and shoulders to try to get Illumi to budge in the direction of the pool.]
[It reminds him a little of a tactic that that person would do. But its nowhere near as smooth, nowhere near as controlled - its just something to throw him off guard.]
[It does, honestly, for a moment. He gasps into the kiss, returning it slightly - and then he frowns, shifting his foot back before Hizamaru manages to pull it forward. He lunges, opening his mouth to let his teeth scrape against the man's neck, his leg shifting up between the man's legs firmly. It's almost like a threat that he could draw it back easily and launch it into a hard kick.]
[Damn. For a moment, Hizamaru was sure he had gotten at least a bit of a one-up. His leg stops stiffly when Illumi pulls back, and then he lunge startles him into trying to lean away. He staggers a bit again, and the teeth draw a few red whelps down his neck.
But the grunt he gives sounds more like a moan than it does a cry of pain.
His thighs snap together to try to protect himself, but Illumi still has the ability to put power behind it and smack him good in the groin if wanted. His hands squeeze Illumi's wrists and forearms in warning; he tries to push back against Illumi like before.
And then he just cranes his head forward to try to bite back. Watch the teeth!]
[The chuckle comes from deep within his chest. Hizamaru pushes him back, puts all his strength into it. Illumi tastes a bit of iron on his lips, and licks it off.]
[Then the man moves, and Illumi actually shifts his head, but distinctly allows the other's mouth to graze his neck. That's the key word here - allows. For even as the other's thighs clamp around his leg, and his balance is being shifted, Illumi moves so that his mouth is near the other's ear, breath hot.]
Bite me like you mean it.
[The words sounds like they could come from another person - Illumi realizes that deep down, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. Ah. Is that person rubbing off on him...?]
[He takes the tip of the other's ear into his mouth, sucks down on it slightly. He lets go of Hizamaru's wrist, snaking his hand around the other man's waist to push him from the small of his back, aiming to mess with his balance from there.]
[The challenge gets him to growl, and he applies more strength to his grapple. But the lips around his ear is new, distracting. It's both offensive and desired, makes his thighs squeeze harder around the leg.
Being pulled close instead of dodged or pushed away isn't something he expects. He has to give up the clamp on Illumi's leg so he can shift his feet, and his body falls flush against the opposing chest. Without having his wrist held, he isn't sure what to do with his hand other than throw it over Illumi's shoulder and dig the nails into the back.
This time, he bites like he means it. His mouth sinks higher on Illumi's neck and he clamps hard enough to pull blood to the surface without spilling it. But he doesn't give up the wrestle. He pushes on one foot and tries to budge Illumi toward the pool while holding on with his mouth.]
[The bite is raw. It stings, deliciously, and though Illumi likes to keep control of himself even in the worst of times, he can't help but let out a stuttered groan.]
[The nails on his back are welcome, too. How wild this sword is! How eager it really is, to taste flesh and blood! What a good weapon.]
[He'll really have to lean on that - how interesting it would be, to bring that side more to the surface.]
[He frowns as he feels the pressure on his foot. Any longer and he'll shift, lose balance, topple into the water. Determined not to lose, he exhales, hot against Hizamaru's ear, and then grasps the back of his shirt, hard, bunching the fabric into a fist as he tries to almost shove the man to the side to make him lose balance.]
[To add insult to injury, he uses his free leg, twisting it so that he can hook it against the upper thigh, pulling it so that he can attempt to break the other's position.]
[It's great? Illumi is powerful and crafty, and the fight is such a thrill even if he's on the downward slope of losing.
When his leg goes, despite the scrape of his boot to stop it, he goes. His fingers claw the entire way, trying to snag some kind of purchase, but Illumi's outfit? Bad. Rather than open his mouth, it drags away.
Falling makes him put his other foot back to catch himself, except it slips on the edge of the pool when there isn't anything to step on. His nails drag down the length of Illumi's arm as he tries to grab it, but even just Illumi releasing him completely is enough to dump him back into the water.
He sinks with a splash, but bobs right back to the surface after.]
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Illumi-san, are you very good at fighting?
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[It doesn't even sound like bragging. He just says it as casually as, well, most of everything else he says.]
...Are you?
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[Which also doesn't sound like bragging.]
Is there a way... while we fight? Or... after? I haven't been in battle since arriving. I miss it. I don't want to spar with my comrades while there is danger.
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[And then, Illumi smiles.]
Of course. Fighting helps relieve tension, but also helps to build it. [Paradoxical, he knows.] And if you want to mix it with what you want to learn...then that's one of the best times to do it.
[He reaches up, fingers trailing over the other man's shoulder.]
Its a unique kind of battle, you know.
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The way I feel when having sex... reminds me of... fighting. Being in a battle. In a way.
Why...?
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[As he thinks, he rubs a little circle into Hizamaru's shoulder, almost absentmindedly.]
...To think about it, well...it's a match of physical abilities, as well. Your body undergoes stress just like it does when you're fighting an opponent.
[He tilts his head, a few strands of hair falling in front of his face.]
That doesn't mean that one can be separate from the other. In many ways, its the same thing.
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[He doesn't clarify exactly what he means, but if they are of the mindset it's very similar then, well.]
Please fight me and have sex with me, Illumi-san. I won't damage you. We can spar. I don't have to use myself if you don't want me to.
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[His hand reaches up, touches Hizamaru's cheek, before drifting back to his side.]
Alright. This may not be the ideal place for sparing. [He looks around, taps his finger to his chin as he thinks.] Ah, we could do something like "whoever manages to throw the other into the pool wins"...
[A shrug.]
Are you okay with fighting without weapons? I would prefer that...
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You're right... Okay. I accept your conditions. We'll see who can get the other into the pool first.
[His gaze falls. He unclasps the sword at his side from his belt.]
I prefer fighting with a sword, but I can fight without one. I would like the battle to be fair.
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[It would be rather uneven. Even with his needles, he'd just go for ending the fight before it begins.]
Besides, fighting without weapons is better for sex. You can really feel the other's body instead of being separated by a weapon.
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[He turns to carefully deposit himself nearby in the sunbathing area, keeping the sword in a chair off the floor. It's close enough he won't lose it, but far enough to be out of the way.
And then he returns to Illumi again.]
I'm ready.
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[He shifts himself into a fighting position, arms held up, legs bent.]
[He'll see just how a sword fights without himself at hand.]
[Without warning, he shifts, fast, aiming a kick from the side at the other's waist. Not hard enough to do real damage, but a sharp kick nonetheless.]
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The most notable thing about the Genjis is they are agile and fast. Acrobatic. He leaps straight up as the kick comes around, pushes off the leg before it swings by, and flips backward to put some distance between them. His landing is clean.
It's the first thing to give him a thrill. His eyes are on fire with energy and excitement.
Quickly, he darts forward, running headlong for Illumi to get in close.]
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[Hizamaru comes to him, and Illumi, not to be outdone by the other's agility, suddenly shifts back on his foot, twisting out of the way as the other comes close - and then, twisting right back to launch the heel of the foot at the other's back to knock him forward.]
[It's nice. It's been a long time since he had a good, solid fight.]
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The feelings roused in him now are similar. He can recognize this.
Illumi files back and away, and he continues going as inertia would have it. He twists, but catches the heel regardless and stumbles the rest of the way forward until his feet and body stop him. Already, he's turning to protect his back again, raising his arms in case Illumi has tried to follow-up.]
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[But here, when there's a second layer to their fight, things change. The style shifts. It's a nice clean fight on the surface, but underneath...]
[Hm. He'd have to incorporate it eventually.]
[He hums to himself, leaps forward to swing his arm around to try to get around the barrier of arms, trying to slam his palm against the other's ear.]
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He leans his head and throws his arms to the side, grappling the arm and narrowly dodging the slap. It pops him good upside the head along the temple, and he staggers from the dizzy spell before his feet catch him.
Rather than pull away, he dives in toward Illumi again, trying to shift his arms and grapple again, but better.]
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[But the point here is throwing off balance. After all, the point of this little fighting game is to push the person in the pool. To confuse, to disorient - those are the keys to gaining victory.]
[Hizamaru rushes to him again, and instead of dodging the move this time he reaches out to grab him fiercely by the wrists, even pulling him further in. They're almost flux against each other now - with a huff, he shifts his weight down equally into his feet, attempting to become as hard to move as possible. He presses his forehead against the others, a slight smile on his lips as his eyes stare into the other's.]
[It's a challenge. Just try to move me, he say, without saying. His smile widens.]
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His golden eyes narrow. At first, he struggles to push or move Illumi at all, using his hips and his chest. This guys is so strong! His blood pounds in his ears, a thrill and a struggle. One leg slides forward between Illumi’s, the heel hooking behind the foot. Like he plans to try to trip Illumi.
But instead, he uses another tactic. He kisses Illumi. It’s not he thinks Illumi will be wooed and horny, but he thinks it may still offer some surprise. And if so, he pulls with his heel and pushes with his arms and shoulders to try to get Illumi to budge in the direction of the pool.]
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[It reminds him a little of a tactic that that person would do. But its nowhere near as smooth, nowhere near as controlled - its just something to throw him off guard.]
[It does, honestly, for a moment. He gasps into the kiss, returning it slightly - and then he frowns, shifting his foot back before Hizamaru manages to pull it forward. He lunges, opening his mouth to let his teeth scrape against the man's neck, his leg shifting up between the man's legs firmly. It's almost like a threat that he could draw it back easily and launch it into a hard kick.]
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But the grunt he gives sounds more like a moan than it does a cry of pain.
His thighs snap together to try to protect himself, but Illumi still has the ability to put power behind it and smack him good in the groin if wanted. His hands squeeze Illumi's wrists and forearms in warning; he tries to push back against Illumi like before.
And then he just cranes his head forward to try to bite back. Watch the teeth!]
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[The chuckle comes from deep within his chest. Hizamaru pushes him back, puts all his strength into it. Illumi tastes a bit of iron on his lips, and licks it off.]
[Then the man moves, and Illumi actually shifts his head, but distinctly allows the other's mouth to graze his neck. That's the key word here - allows. For even as the other's thighs clamp around his leg, and his balance is being shifted, Illumi moves so that his mouth is near the other's ear, breath hot.]
Bite me like you mean it.
[The words sounds like they could come from another person - Illumi realizes that deep down, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. Ah. Is that person rubbing off on him...?]
[He takes the tip of the other's ear into his mouth, sucks down on it slightly. He lets go of Hizamaru's wrist, snaking his hand around the other man's waist to push him from the small of his back, aiming to mess with his balance from there.]
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Being pulled close instead of dodged or pushed away isn't something he expects. He has to give up the clamp on Illumi's leg so he can shift his feet, and his body falls flush against the opposing chest. Without having his wrist held, he isn't sure what to do with his hand other than throw it over Illumi's shoulder and dig the nails into the back.
This time, he bites like he means it. His mouth sinks higher on Illumi's neck and he clamps hard enough to pull blood to the surface without spilling it. But he doesn't give up the wrestle. He pushes on one foot and tries to budge Illumi toward the pool while holding on with his mouth.]
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[The nails on his back are welcome, too. How wild this sword is! How eager it really is, to taste flesh and blood! What a good weapon.]
[He'll really have to lean on that - how interesting it would be, to bring that side more to the surface.]
[He frowns as he feels the pressure on his foot. Any longer and he'll shift, lose balance, topple into the water. Determined not to lose, he exhales, hot against Hizamaru's ear, and then grasps the back of his shirt, hard, bunching the fabric into a fist as he tries to almost shove the man to the side to make him lose balance.]
[To add insult to injury, he uses his free leg, twisting it so that he can hook it against the upper thigh, pulling it so that he can attempt to break the other's position.]
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When his leg goes, despite the scrape of his boot to stop it, he goes. His fingers claw the entire way, trying to snag some kind of purchase, but Illumi's outfit? Bad. Rather than open his mouth, it drags away.
Falling makes him put his other foot back to catch himself, except it slips on the edge of the pool when there isn't anything to step on. His nails drag down the length of Illumi's arm as he tries to grab it, but even just Illumi releasing him completely is enough to dump him back into the water.
He sinks with a splash, but bobs right back to the surface after.]
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