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Chapter List
- 1-Sore Loser
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Author’s Note: Another chapter in the adventures of Keiran
and Kaiken, this time in Arathi
Basin! Again, loosely based on actual events! Enjoy!

Sore Loser

It was a bright and beautiful day
in the Arathi Highlands. The birds sang merrily as they flew through
the crystal clear blue sky flecked with airy white clouds, a cool refreshing
breeze blew through the emerald grass, and the sun shone a refreshing golden
light down on the beautiful land. A
terrible omen, one of the Forsaken Defilers guards had muttered as fresh troops
marched past. Keiran, being prone to
overhearing unwanted conversations by profession, overheard but paid it no mind
as he filed behind Kaiken into the Defilers Den with the other Horde Soldiers
who had volunteered their service to the Forsaken.

It really was a much better climate
and a much more beautiful landscape than the arid border of the Barrens he had
to admit, and he hoped his fiery companion would be in better spirits because
of it. He glanced down at the top of Kaiken’s
black-haired head, an easy feat as the mage stood a good foot shorter than him,
and smirked to see him already rocking excitedly on the balls of his feet with
staff clutched white knuckled with excitement.
The rogue smiled lovingly to himself, already ignoring the briefing
being barked in garbled, froggy
authoritative pontification, and leaned down to sneak a stealthy kiss to the
side of his cheek.

“Good luck firebug…” he murmured
sweetly.

Kaiken, having forgotten Keiran was
even there with him, glanced back with a confident smirk.

“Hah! Like I even need it…” he snorted in response,
“We’ll see who tops the chart in killing blows this time!”

Keiran laughed and ruffled his hair
as the briefing ended and several Defilers hobbled their way down the ranks to
distribute Horde banners to fly at each of the Outposts to let the workers know
it was safe to gather resources. The
white-haired elf took his with pride and held it out reverently to gaze upon
the symbol. He knew deep in his heart
his people had made the right choice by siding with the Horde and he would
serve with pride and ensure victory for the people who had been so accepting. He crumpled it against his chest with a fond
sigh and turned back to his companion.

“Isn’t it wonderful to belong again
Kaiken?” he asked dreamily.

Kaiken, however, was already
darting out the door, his banner stashed haphazardly in his sash and hands
sparking with fire.

“Alright! Lets fuck up some
Alliance SCUM!”

Keiran snorted and shook his head,
running a hand through his hair and gliding soundlessly and gracefully out into
the gated starting area. The crowd
filtered slowly out with him and gathered, checking weapons, casting beneficial
spells on one another and passing out other useful items. Even Kaiken felt charitable as he doled out
skins of conjured water and loaves of bread for the long haul and plopped on
the ground to drink himself. Keiran made his way to his side and crossed
his arms over his chest as he surveyed the battlefield.

“You know I never understood why
they gate us off like this,” Kaiken pondered at length.

His partner raised his long brows
and glanced down with a shrug.

“Fair play?” he suggested, “I mean
it would hardly be fair to just… You
know leave these gates open and let people charge in and out willy nilly…”

Kaiken rolled his eyes and whapped
Keiran’s shin neatly with his wand.

“Whatever… And you’d think a Rogue would be able to
stealth and get past that even if they WERE monitoring… It’s not like there’s some force field
keeping us in!”

Keiran thumbed his goatee and
pursed his lips.

“You know I really never thought of
it that way…”

Kaiken grumbled under his breath
and finished his water in silence in the nick of time as the disembodied voice
of the battlemaster rang out over the field.

“The
battle for Arathi Basin will begin in thirty seconds!”

“I wonder where that guy even is…”
Keiran muttered distastefully.

“Beats the hell out of me…”

The group tensed visibly and
huddled at the gate which rattled ominously as limbs and blood-thirsty weapons
grazed it. Keiran took the opportunity
to whip out his vials of poison and dip his daggers with a confident grin and
re-sheath them before checking he had all the flash powder he needed.

“Now remember asshole…” Kaiken
interjected quietly, a look of concern masked by a scowl, “Stay with a group,
this isn’t like Warsong Gulch, you’ll get chewed up
and spit out alone.”

He scoffed in response and crouched low, legs tensing and ready to take off in a
sprint.

“I’ll be fine! You can just sit here on your ass and turtle
and defend the damn farm, and stick to the so called ‘plan’, I’m going to
ensure we win this…” he replied smugly.

Kaiken frowned, but the gates had
already swung open and the hunters had taken off channeling cheetahs in full
speed with a pack of ghostly wolves behind them. With a flash of blue the Rogue sprinted past
them and careened out onto the battlefield with a victorious holler, leaving
Kaiken and the group in the dust as he broke away and headed West. Kaiken stopped as his Rogue lover predicted to
guard the Orc Shaman who was gleefully raising his flag up the pole but he
watched Keiran go worriedly, his brow furrowed and chewing on his lower lip.

The farm was a dead giveaway, there
was no need to even pause to look at it, and he assumed if this group knew what
they were doing they would head for the blacksmith next. He, however, had better plans. He alone headed straight for the perilous
hill leading to the lumber mill with long white hair streaming and feet sure on
the dirt path.

Once in sight of the empty banner
pole he stealthed into the shadows and crouched down
low to approach it. His ears stood
completely upright, head swiveled from side to side as he searched for anyone
who would steal the outpost before him, but no one came.

“Heh, imbecilic Alliance fools…” thought Keiran as he eyed the pole, “They couldn’t win a battle if their mothers’ lives depended on it!”

Sudden hoof beats sounded loud and
frantic as they approached the hill and startled Keiran out of his focus on the
flag. A lone female Draenei
shaman wreathed in lightning panted as she charged toward the pole, her flag
already in her hand and victory in her eyes.
She too looked around nervously for any Horde that had gotten there
before her and whirled her arms out to conjure a crystalline totem at her feet
that pulsed dangerously with flame.

Keiran knew all too well exactly
what it was and he swore under his breath as he darted out of range. The blue Alliance
flag fluttered merrily as the young woman attached it to the line and hurriedly
began to raise it, tail swishing behind her.
She was completely and utterly unaware of the Sin’dorei lurking in the
shadows, biding his time and waiting for her to make a mistake.

That mistake finally came when the
fire totem’s magic ran out and she watched it disappear back into the
ground. She was entirely absorbed in
making sure her flag was hung and ready as the human peasant workers rushed
nervously to the scene and therefore fatally failed to conjure another. Seeing his chance Keiran seized it, darting
forward and driving the hilt of his dagger into her back to sap her of her
energy completely. The Draenei choked out a meek cry and slumped over, unable to
move.

Ruthlessly, Keiran drew out both of
his daggers and ambushed from behind, striking true into the woman’s back and
twisting his blades. She screamed and
bucked backward; tail thrashing and balls of lightning exploding over the Elf
assaulting her as he wrenched his weapons free.
He twirled them elegantly in his hands, circled her before she could
even recover and gouged deep into her exposed abdomen which sent the hapless
creature buckling forward incapacitated again.

The drill was so simple it was
almost like a math equation at that point in Keiran’s head. Newbies always fell
for it. A sinister strike here, ghostly
strike there, lead her around in a dizzying loop of a dance until he could get
a backstab or two in again and like magic it was all over before she could even
remember her Earth Shock. She croaked
weakly with her agitated sigh of defeat, rolled her eyes and slumped in
frustration. This was her first time in
a battleground and already she had lost.
That was certainly the last time she let her group decide how to do
things.

“Don’t worry love…” Keiran purred
into her ear, “You can always resurrect at the graveyard… Better luck next time…”

His hand tightened, eyes narrowed,
and in a blinding movement he slashed through her entire abdomen to eviscerate
her in a clean and rather critical finishing blow.

Her corpse fell on the ground with
a satisfying thud beside him and Keiran wiped his blades clean in the grass as
he strode boldly back to the flag. He
yanked the blue banner down with a cackle of victory and promptly slashed it
loose and hurled it off of the cliff. It
fluttered brokenly as it plummeted but Keiran did not pause to watch. Instead he lashed his own colors proudly to
the runners where it once flew and hauled it up into place.

It was a good plan all along and he
had known it from the beginning. Kaiken
would be blue in the cheeks once he found out that he had secured an outpost
alone and the Defilers would certainly reward him. Much better than the fools who were battling
tooth and nail down below at the Blacksmith surrounded by water and certain
death. He put his hands on his hips and
admired the flag a moment as the humans swiftly retreated back to the Alliance
controlled stables.

Keiran stood proud, victorious for
the moment and gave the banner a polite little bow as he began to fade back
into the shadows, but as his form vanished there was a rush of air, a flash,
and a sickening hiss as a sword cleaved clean and true through his chest from
behind. The sound of the towering Night
Elf phasing back in from stealth behind him was dull in his ears as he stared
wide-eyed into the sky and clutched at the wickedly curved sword dripping with
his blood. The other rogue moved just as
swiftly as he had once he was exposed to rip his blade out and plunge the other
in fiercely with a guttural snarl.

Keiran finally found his voice in a
strangled, blood choked cry as the second blade lashed through his stomach from
his back and finally crumpled to his knees.
His vision swam with white in panic as he snatched his daggers back and
forced his body to one knee. He drew in
a dragged breath and whirled around, one arm lifting to block the second strike
from the violet-skinned elf and the other plunging the dagger into his thigh. He howled in rage and pain and delivered a
swift and brutal kick in retaliation to the smaller Elf’s already ravaged chest
which sent the battered rogue sprawling.

Breathing labored, wounds pouring
blood hot and thick with every motion Keiran hit the ground on his back, hair
splayed sadly around him in a tangled white halo, and lay
still. He forced his eyes open only to
gaze into the maliciously golden burning eyes of his distant cousin and the
gleam of his blade as he raised it to finish him off. The Sin’dorei grit
his bloodstained teeth defiantly and snarled as he spat in the face of
death. A poor choice, the Night Elf
thought as he wiped his cheek and brimmed with hatred.

Keiran could only watch time seem
to slow for the white blur of the blade as it moved to strike him down, but
from somewhere in the distance a furious scream of his name sounded faintly
over the pounding of his heart and the rushing of blood in his ears. His head dropped to the side wearily, vision
blurred in the delirium of looming death, in time to see the hurtling flaming
ball of molten fury sail up the hill and plow directly into the assailant above
him. It exploded with a flurry of flames
and shrapnel and a hail of arrows soon found their mark in his burned body with
a snarling sprinting Cheetah not far behind who leapt hungrily to sink her jaws
into the rogue’s throat.

The Troll hunter came
coursing after her with an unholy guffaw of glee, followed closely by the same
Orc shaman who had claimed the farm and finally a very familiar black-haired
mage.

“Keiran? Keiran!” Kaiken screeched as he thundered up
the hill.

Upon seeing the bloodied mess of
his partner he screeched to a halt and slid on his knees to his side with his
face white as a sheet. His hands
immediately flew over the gushing hole in his chest and pressed down hard.

“Keiran! Shit, Keiran you IDIOT!” he snarled shakily,
“I told you not to go off alone! I told
you!”

He ripped the cloak off his back
from the clasps at his shoulders and quickly pressed it into the wound, worry
carved into his usually calm and stoic features. Keiran coughed and put a bloodied hand over
Kaiken’s as he opened his eyes only to be faced with his frantic partner’s
blazing scowl.

“I-I…” he sputtered with a wince
before Kaiken clapped a hand over his mouth.

“No, you shut up until a healer
gets here. You die on me I’ll kill you
myself!” he snapped tearfully.

“I tried…” he continued, “I’m… Sorry…”

Keiran simply smiled weakly and
kissed into the palm of Kaiken’s hand as darkness began to close in a heavy
curtain over his vision. His breath
rattled sadly in his chest, his lips mouthed silent words of love, and the
sounds of the battle slowly faded to blissful nothingness. The last thing he saw before he slipped away
completely to the shadows was Kaiken leaning in to scream silently at him and
the Shaman kneeling at his side with powerful hands glowing brilliant green. He never even saw the Alliance
reinforcements charging up the hill, or his banner torn from the post and
tossed to the wind.

When the rogue came to with a start
some hours later he sat bolt upright, eyes wide open and blazing brilliant
green with muscles rigid as his hands darted for his blades. He failed to notice, however, that he was dressed
in a soft cotton gown, his chest was tightly bandaged and he was in the quiet
confines of the infirmary back at the Defilers Den.

“Where are my daggers? Where are the bastards?! Let me at them I’ll show them a thing or two
about-!” he started, but a firm grasp took him by the shoulders and pushed him
gently back down.

He looked up to see a rather
haggard looking Kaiken with a scowl on his ashen face as well as a thick
bandage wrapped around his head and over his left eye.

“Just lie down idiot… It’s been over for a while now…” the mage
groused unhappily.

The sight of him was enough to
shock the normally stubborn Blood Elf into compliance, never mind the biting
pain in his chest.

“Wh-What…? By the Sunwell
Kaiken what happened to you…?” Keiran asked as he reached up to cup his cheek
worriedly.

Kaiken turned away and closed his
good eye with a bitter smirk and a sneer.

“Bah, it’s fine, just a cut, no damage to my eye really.
Just my ego…” he answered virulently.

“Your ego?” continued his companion,
“You mean… We lost?”

“We got our asses worked, that’s
what,” Kaiken finished for him, “Complete and total gods damned shut out. We didn’t even have a prayer…”

Silence was all that followed as
Kaiken hung his head and Keiran lay still and stared blankly at the
ceiling. Not even five minutes into the
battle and he had lost a base, been taken out and cost several more of his
allies including his beloved Kaiken the victory they so craved. Perhaps not single-handedly, he rationalized,
but the guilt and the shame settled over him thickly and he turned away from
his partner.

“I’m sorry Kaiken.”

Kaiken’s ears twitched, barely
picking up the whisper, and he raised his head.

“Huh? Sorry?
What the hell for?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“For screwing up. I know how badly you wanted to win and…” he
trailed off, “I… Should have listened to
you… Y-You were…”

Keiran stuttered as if his lips and
tongue could not form the next word and Kaiken leaned down closer to hear.

“I was-?”

“You were… R-R… Ri…” Keiran sputtered, finally punching his pillow,
“RIGHT. Okay? You were right… That was a stupid idea…”

Normally Kaiken would have leapt to
his feet, cackled, danced and pointed at Keiran and done everything he could to
remember that rare statement but at the moment it was so grimly far from funny
it was chilling. He laughed weakly
despite it and reached out to stroke back Keiran’s long and obsessively well
kept white locks.

“Heh,
damn right I was…” he said in jest, “But whatever, we still lost… But you’re alright. That’s…
Um… Whasimportan’…”

The last hurriedly slurred phrase
was uttered under his breath with the utmost haste and discomfiture. The miserable rogue, however, did not even
catch it.

“I should have at least helped…” he
moaned into his pillow, “I was totally useless!
I had that stupid base for like two seconds and then got slaughtered! One shot!
Please don’t tell me you guys lost the Lumber Mill for my efforts…”

Kaiken raised his eyebrows but said
nothing. Several uncomfortable moments
passed with him that way, Keiran waiting expectantly for an answer and Kaiken
staring stone still and half-lidded until the rogue finally cracked.

“WELL?” he demanded.

“WELL you told me not to tell you
so I’m not!” Kaiken snapped back.

Keiran threw up his hands with an
indignant shriek and threw the blankets off.

“GREAT! Just GREAT!
So I really WAS completely useless that round! Thanks Kaiken, I feel much better now!” he
yelled.

Kaiken remained in exactly the same
position he was before.

“Well you don’t have to get all
hysterical about it,” he muttered deadpan.

Keiran, meanwhile, drooped into bed
and curled on his side with his back to Kaiken in shame.

“Fuck… Fuck fuck and more
fuck,” he bitterly murmured, “It’s not that.
I just… I feel like I… Let you down…
You were so cute earlier so excited and out for blood and wanting to
win, and instead of sticking by your side and protecting you I go off and do
something incredibly selfish and idiotic.”

Kaiken flushed to the tips of his
ears and his spine went embarrassedly straight and rigid as his hands tightened
over his knees.

“Oh well. It’s alright,” he assured him shakily.

“No, it’s not. I was useless, I contributed nothing, I was
dead weight on the whole team,” Keiran continued as he curled into a ball with
a hand over his bandaged and aching chest.

Kaiken’s lower lid twitched
slightly and he reached out to shake his partner by the shoulder.

“Hey knock that off, you’re
supposed to be the one laughing and saying that the rest of the team pulled us
down!” he insisted with a hint of a smile, but Keiran said nothing in response.

Seeing Keiran so dejected and
gloomy when he was normally the one laughing, grinning and cheering him up was
disturbing in a way the mage could not hope to describe. Henceforth, Keiran’s silence even after his
reassurance was nothing short earth shatteringly shocking. Kaiken’s good eye went wide and he craned
worriedly over the other elf.

“H-Hey… Come on Kei!” he insisted as he nudged at his
shoulder again.

“Come on what?” came the moody
retort.

“Come on and quit acting like this! It’s creepy and you’re freaking me out! You’re supposed to be all obnoxiously
cheerful and cuddling me like some stuffed toy and telling me how great I was!”
he said, voice softening slightly.

Keiran’s ear flicked and he glanced
up with mild interest.

“I would, but I didn’t even get to
see you fight. Still…” he began, “Still
that’s yet another way I totally failed today…
We’re… Supposed to be a team…”

Not even Kaiken could think of a
retort after that, and they both fell into an uncomfortable silence.

The rogue, feeling tragically
victorious in the argument closed his eyes and curled into a tighter ball to
try and sleep, but his partner in crime could not and would not be satisfied to
let it end that way. He had curled and
pouted after so many lost battles and it had always been Keiran’s strong, warm
embrace, his cheerful voice and his soothing lips that had made him instantly
forget all about it. It was about time
he returned the favor; the least he could do for someone who loved him as much
as Keiran did, and for the man who was his entire world.

Kaiken smiled coyly to himself and
inched closer to the bed to reach out and gently twine a lock of snow white
hair between two slender fingers.

“You know, though… Kei,” he started, sultry and seductively, “I
saw what you did to that Draenei woman… Flawless as usual…”

Keiran’s eyes snapped open and he
twisted slightly to look up at the mage.
Seeing the Cheshire grin on
Kaiken’s lips, his own could not help but tug at the corners to echo it.

“Well… That was too easy,” he said uneasily, mildly flattered.

“Oh don’t be modest now…” Kaiken
crooned back as he stroked and petted the rogue, “It was really a work of
art! And who else had the guts to go off
alone? I mean it was a good idea. Cut them off, throw them for a loop-It might
have worked if you’d just told a few other people so we could cover you, next
time we’ll get them for sure. You were
fearless!”

His soothing, encouraging words
finally coaxed Keiran to turn back to his other side with his legs draped
alluringly over one another.

“Really? You think so?” he asked, the familiar puckish
glimmer back in the corner of his eye.

“I know so… Plus you can’t win them all you know. You’re always reminding me of that.”

Keiran finally managed a chuckle.

“That I do,” he admitted, “I guess
I had better take some of my own advice…”

“Damn right you’d better… Plus…”

Kaiken craned forward, cupped
Keiran’s face in his hands and pressed a slow kiss to his lips.

“This time… It gave me a chance to protect you. Instead of the other way around,” he
whispered.

Keiran’s heart swelled with joy and
he finally cracked the crooked, cheerful grin that always graced his lips.

“Well, I suppose I can’t argue with
that logic,” he murmured, reaching up to drape his arms around Kaiken’s neck
and adding as an afterthought, “Plus the team was crap that time. Really dragged us down.”

Kaiken laughed, his universe back
in alignment, and nodded as he kissed his rogue again.

“Definitely…”

He barely needed invitation before
he had crawled onto the bed atop Keiran, lips sealed to his and legs straddled
round his waist. His robes drooped over
one slender pale shoulder as he worked his hands under Keiran’s infirmary garb
and he clicked his tongue in disappointment at the bandages that obscured his
view of his chiseled musculature.

“Tsk tsk… Look at
you. All a mess,” he tittered smugly.

Keiran’s hands had predictably
already found his thighs under his robes and he hiked them up around his waist
with the familiarity of turning the pages of a book.

“Well, it is unfortunate yes, but
that just means you have to get naked to compensate,” he purred.

“You and your twisted Rogue’s
logic…”
Satiny fabric hissed against itself
and Kaiken’s sash was loosed. Freed from
its prison, a tiny vial of lubrication that had once called Keiran’s utility
pouch on his belt home rolled down his lap and stopped itself pointedly beneath
his navel. The Rogue snatched it between
long fingers, confused, before he realized with a delighted smirk exactly what
it was.

“I thought I lost this months ago!” he piped, “Heh,
and to think, I didn’t think you had learned anything from me…”

“Oh I learned from the best! Learned never to trust a Rogue to always be
prepared that is,” Kaiken quipped back with a teasing little butt of his hips
into Keiran’s.

The resulting happy moan was
utterly delightful.

“You dirty little sneak thief…”

“Filthy lying scum…”

No more words passed between the two,
for their mouths found much better things to do sealed
tightly together with tongues twined and lips crushed close. Kaiken shoved the Rogue’s shoulders pointedly
down into bed and Keiran uncorked the bottle obediently. He tipped the sweet smelling oil onto his
palm and reached between his legs to grasp his quickly awakening member with a
cry and a silent plea for Kaiken’s clothes to leave his body. The robe was a mere nuisance in his way, so
Kaiken left it where it was crumpled over his hips. Function over fashion, as Keiran had more
than once told him.

The soft cotton of Keiran’s
infirmary robe flung open at his touch where he was understandably left nude, and
sighed at the sight of his engorged sex rigid and aching for him nestled behind
the shocking white blaze of hair. He
grinned down at it and lowered his eyes.
His back arched like a wanton feline, nails like claws curved into
Keiran’s chest he raised his hips.
Keiran’s hands languidly traced down his body, following every curve and
undulation and came to rest over his narrow coy hips, urging and pleading.

The Mage caressed, dipped, and teased,
his own aching sex hanging ignored and mocking between milky white thighs. Keiran, enjoying the show but deciding he was
having no more of his silly games, finally defiantly raised his own hips,
jerked his tiny partner down with rough hands, and forced their bodies to
collide.

Hard flesh pressed against flesh
and both elves cried out passionately in bliss.
Keiran’s throbbing girth pressed longingly against the inviting cleft in
Kaiken’s hindquarters he reached behind him to angle his quivering erection
toward his own entrance. With the blind
accuracy of an expert marksman he guided Keiran inside of him and thrust his
hips down to his with a decisive moan.

His head slammed back into the
pillow with the searing, tight heat of Kaiken’s body closing around his
yearning arousal. It was an easy feat
with the pleasing slickness of the apple scented oil coating him and allowed
his sizeable length a flawless surge straight to the base. Coupled with Kaiken’s comforting weight on
his hips and his soft thighs pinned to his side, the frustration and self-doubt
vanished in a glorious moment of blinding pleasure.

Nimble hands gripped firmly at his
hips as he arched his back into his lover.
His smoldering green eyes were half lidded and heels braced firmly into
the bed, his hips rolling majestically for the slender form astride him to
ride.

Kaiken moved with his rhythm and
the solid girth stroking and pleasing. He shuddered and swayed back with long inky
black hair draping, whispering over Keiran’s thighs behind him and hips shoving
hard down against the rigid shaft buried deep inside him. His nails raked down the Rogue’s powerful and
battle scarred body, leaving shocking light trails that soon burned a
passionate crimson against his dark tanned skin.

They drew a feral hiss of pleasure
from Keiran’s lips and he lashed out, impassioned, to throw his arms around
Kaiken’s neck and crush him close to his chest, lips meshed to his. Sweat from the mage’s forehead and temples
dripped and mingled with his. The fiery
scent of apples and sulfur that was Kaiken filled his flaring nostrils as he
panted and clawed at his back in turn and thrust harder deeper up inside him.

He threw his hips down and ground
out his pleasure with a fierce passion and desperation he would unleash only
for the Rogue. With his erection curved
proud and streaming up toward his belly he found within himself the hidden spot
and ecstasy burst through his consciousness.
A piercing scream rang through his cadence of grunts and moans which
broke the steady rhythm of their copulation into a frantic heaving desperation.

Blood rushing in their long ears
pinned back to their skulls, lips and teeth snatching and snaring one another,
and thick virile cum pooling on twitching, shining thighs they finished each
other. They came together, rose as one
to the zenith and careened heedlessly to orgasm. Even their names, screamed on opposing lips
on steamy breath, mingled to one as their bodies released; Keiran’s seed
filling Kaiken’s body as his burst in hot rain over the man beneath him. One breathless beat passed between the lovers
before, exhausted, Keiran’s body went slack into the soft mattress and buckled
the other atop him.

Kaiken collapsed at last, spent
from the battle and the final exertion and curled against Keiran’s chest. He closed his good eye and as Keiran’s strong
arms wound around his body a crooked smile cracked across his flushed lips.

“S-See?” he
panted, “No need to be a sore loser.
Sometimes losing is better.”

Keiran grinned, flushed and
satisfied, as he planted a messy kiss to the top of Kaiken’s head.

“Yeah yeah…”
he murmured.

Kaiken slipped gracefully from atop
the white-haired rogue and curled contentedly beside him, but his arms stayed
firmly around his warm body.

“Thank you,” Keiran whispered
lovingly against his ear.

“Anytime… You know it, anytime…”

Keiran chuckled and gave himself
over to the fatigued sleep that nagged at his mind gratefully, hardly minding
still smelling of battle and sex. They
had lived to fight and love another day, and as Kaiken had so skillfully
reminded him that was truly all that mattered.
Together they could make the Alliance
suffer for their crimes another round.
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