I post again. With actual gay this time.

[justira.livejournal.com]

So, encouraged by my previous post (THANK YOU for your kind comments!) I decided to give this a go again. Man oh man was the cutting of the extra words a pain in the ass.

But here it is, an actual, valid contest entry. 300 words even (booyah!), and an actual pairing. Huzzah.

Title: Chase
Rating: Err. PG-13?
Word Count: 300 even, baby!
Pairing: Pell and Chaka. For real this time.
Theme: Zoan-types


The falcon soared up again with a raptor smirk at the barking of the jackal below. Glanced down at the slim canine sprinting lightly beneath, powerful shoulders bunching, muzzle turning up, slavering doggy grin contradicting the threat of the intermittent growls.

Pell dipped, teasing, watching the jackal leap to nip at wings and talons. Brushed Chaka’s face as he beat powerful pinions, lifting himself above the cooling sand into the darkening sky. He loved this chase, tearing across the desert into the night, reveling in their animal forms. Chaka was beautiful as a hound, dark and sleek, light and elegant, powerful like his human self but nearly weightless. He knew Chaka lost himself in the jackal sometimes, in the sharpened sight and scents, the feel of hot breath heaving in his lungs as he streaked like a shadow under Pell. He knew it all too well, giving into that part of himself that loved the sky and the wind, the harsh beat of his wings thundering with his heart, the utter weightless bliss of flight.

Both hunters, they ran in the desert twilight, lost in the heady dips, teasing brushes, playful nips, harsh calls, until that fatal moment when chase gave way to surrender and paws became sturdy hands, wings molted into wrapping arms, breath hot and panting from more than exertion.

Pell was plunging again to grasp with talons turned to feet before they drew blood, weigh down with bones suddenly no longer hollow. But the jackal’s ears pricked; he swerved, bounding up a nearby rock until he leapt, four paws landing heavily on a feathered back, tumbling the tremendous falcon into the sand.

“Caught you.”

Pell captured the growl with his lips, sharing heaving breaths, tongue darting in wrestle with another.

He didn’t mind being caught like this.



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Comments are, of course, treasured and appreciated. I'm still ridiculously new at this ^_^;

edit: x-posted to onepieceyaoi

Comments

[lacquerdragon.livejournal.com]

You get them perfectly. :D I love PeCha, especially when it's as freely written as this.

[justira.livejournal.com]

Thank you! ^_^;; I'm quite nervous about drabbling, so it's so nice to get encouragement!

I do like these two, especially Pell. The Zoan types fascinate me, really, and Pell is awesome all on his own on top of that. I hope they have fun chasing each other around =)

[rare-fandom.livejournal.com]

Really really like this.