ARCADION [AU]

WRITER’S NOTE:

Writing is in RP format between Tashi/Khian & Cillian.

After defeating Wicked Thunder and Dancing Green, Haku and Rahdis’ relationship starts to take form. While they both are becoming familiarly acquainted with one another’s bodies, seeking the thrill of sex and physical attention, their hearts are still being held back by invisible strings. Compassion. Empathy. Selflessness. Love. Emotions wholly unfamiliar and alien to the two miqo’te fighters begin to take shape, forcing the two men to face their feelings and learn how to deal with this growing attraction. Can they set aside their selfish tendencies and work on learning how to care for the other? Or will they let their old rivalry continue to threaten to pull the walls of their pride down with it.

🔞 RATED M - STEAMY CONTENT AHEAD 🔞

🐺 - Rahdis: Tashi/Khian

🐯 - Haku: Cillian

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Left. Then right. Then left again. Sweat dripped down the tiger's temples, each curled fist of his making swift contact with the punching bag in front of him. Each lightning fast slam of his knuckles made a loud noise that could be heard in the entire training room. Haku's white-hot anger slowly melted away from his adrenaline pumped body. The whole ordeal with Wicked Thunder had clearly set off a few nerves. Him and Rahdis had already beaten Dancing Green, and for the two street rats, the neon-green shetona was fairly easy to overcome.

After a few more punches the last one lands rather harshly, making the chains rattle and the whole piece of equipment shift positions. The tiger pants heavily and leans against the punching bag, holding his right forearm above his forehead to rest into it as he tries to catch his breath. He then unwraps the tape around his lightly bruised hands and walks over to a nearby bench to grab a towel to wipe his face.

Haku is just wearing a pair of black shorts that stop midway down his thighs. There is a thick layer of sweat over his torso, giving it a nice sheen from the florescent lights in the room. And, for once, his hair is tied up and kept out of the way so he can see better.

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Some of Haku's more heavier, louder punches made Rahdis' short ears twitch. He tried to concentrate on his weight lifting but the nonrhythmic, angry punching noises stole the focus away he had left for today. He didn't complain, though. Whatever his temporary fighting companion was angry at was better let out on the punching bag, and Rahdis knew the need of letting off steam all too well.