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Entry tags:
Wrestling
Title: Wrestling
Fandom: Shin Megami Tensei IV
Character(s): Walter, Jonathan, Flynn
Pairing(s): Walter/Jonathan
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 765
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: We get it right sometimes.
Notes: For square "rough body play".
Sparring was a time-honored way to hone one's skills without risking one's life. Walter rarely turned down a match from Flynn or Jonathan (Isabeau didn't care to challenge him in particular), and had often challenged and sometimes bested some of the older samurai.
Still, when Jonathan came to him with another challenge, Walter had to pause.
"Your sword, 'tis not still being repaired?" he asked. Jonathan had shattered part of his sword in a fight that he had barely come out of as the victor. The sheath at his side was still empty as a reminder.
Jonathan nodded. "If I allow that to keep me from training, I risk one failure leading to another. I must strive harder, especially now."
"Not that I don't appreciate the sentiment, but armed versus unarmed doesn't seem fair to you," Walter said. "You could borrow Flynn's-"
"Actually, I thought that we could wrestle," said Jonathan. "Do you know the usual rules?"
That hadn't crossed Walter's mind. He'd known that some wrestled for sport of course, but assumed that Luxurors never participated in such crude games. "I cannot say I know them well."
"I am only a novice myself, but I think I know the rules by now... Would you like to try it?"
Walter shrugged. "It could be fun."
That was how, after a quick overview of the basic objectives of wrestling (to pin your opponent on his back for two seconds) and the rules, Walter and Jonathan faced each other on a large mat that Jonathan had found from some closet and announced was big enough to serve as their playing field. Flynn had been recruited as their referee.
Jonathan was already shirtless. Training as a samurai had blessed him with a more muscular body than he had before the gauntlet ritual, though with the way he wore his uniform so loosely, one usually couldn't tell. Walter couldn't help but whistle.
"Let us just start, shall we..." Jonathan seemed slightly embarrassed.
"Patience." Walter finished getting his own shirt off and tossed it off the mat's edge. "I'm ready now, Flynn."
Flynn nodded and began to count down to zero.
Walter would give this to Jonathan, he was certainly fast. As soon as Flynn gave his signal to start Jonathan was trying to get Walter to the ground, and Walter just barely managed to lock hands with him to keep himself upright.
Wrestling with rules attached proved to be more difficult than anticipated. After continuing to grapple with him, Jonathan was the first one to knock Walter to the ground, and although Walter recovered quickly from that, the fall was hard on his shoulders. Wrestling was an endurance sport as much as it was about strength and finesse.
And it was a sport Walter didn't have the faintest clue how to play. More than once he ended up in a hold with no idea how Jonathan managed to get him in that position, much less how to get out of it. Small wonder that he was the one who was pinned at the end.
"Victory to Jonathan." Flynn stepped in to help them both off the ground. "You both performed well."
Walter would hate to see someone do poorly at this sport; his muscles ached and he wanted nothing better than a long bath. "Congratulations, Jonathan, I'd say you trounced me at that."
"Nonsense, you did very well for someone with no training in it." Jonathan shook his hand. "With experience you would easily defeat all comers."
"Perhaps at some point I will challenge you again... when I am not as sore as this." As he was looking around for his shirt, Walter asked, "What made you take up this sport? It seems unsuitable for a Luxuror."
"As I said, I'm only a novice. I picked it up in the last year, when I realized that if I was chosen to be a Samurai, I would be completely unfit for it in my physical state. Your clothes are over by the other edge of the mat," Jonathan said. "-While there are many ways to become stronger, Luxurors have a tendency to eschew most of them... so I trained with Casualries in my free time. They gave me quite harsh training, rest assured, but it may have been the difference between being selected and meeting you, or not and never knowing what I missed."
From the way Jonathan spoke, Walter knew his words were no mere flattery. He pulled his shirt over his head and turned back to Jonathan. "Seems I have a reason to be grateful to them."
Fandom: Shin Megami Tensei IV
Character(s): Walter, Jonathan, Flynn
Pairing(s): Walter/Jonathan
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 765
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: We get it right sometimes.
Notes: For square "rough body play".
Sparring was a time-honored way to hone one's skills without risking one's life. Walter rarely turned down a match from Flynn or Jonathan (Isabeau didn't care to challenge him in particular), and had often challenged and sometimes bested some of the older samurai.
Still, when Jonathan came to him with another challenge, Walter had to pause.
"Your sword, 'tis not still being repaired?" he asked. Jonathan had shattered part of his sword in a fight that he had barely come out of as the victor. The sheath at his side was still empty as a reminder.
Jonathan nodded. "If I allow that to keep me from training, I risk one failure leading to another. I must strive harder, especially now."
"Not that I don't appreciate the sentiment, but armed versus unarmed doesn't seem fair to you," Walter said. "You could borrow Flynn's-"
"Actually, I thought that we could wrestle," said Jonathan. "Do you know the usual rules?"
That hadn't crossed Walter's mind. He'd known that some wrestled for sport of course, but assumed that Luxurors never participated in such crude games. "I cannot say I know them well."
"I am only a novice myself, but I think I know the rules by now... Would you like to try it?"
Walter shrugged. "It could be fun."
That was how, after a quick overview of the basic objectives of wrestling (to pin your opponent on his back for two seconds) and the rules, Walter and Jonathan faced each other on a large mat that Jonathan had found from some closet and announced was big enough to serve as their playing field. Flynn had been recruited as their referee.
Jonathan was already shirtless. Training as a samurai had blessed him with a more muscular body than he had before the gauntlet ritual, though with the way he wore his uniform so loosely, one usually couldn't tell. Walter couldn't help but whistle.
"Let us just start, shall we..." Jonathan seemed slightly embarrassed.
"Patience." Walter finished getting his own shirt off and tossed it off the mat's edge. "I'm ready now, Flynn."
Flynn nodded and began to count down to zero.
Walter would give this to Jonathan, he was certainly fast. As soon as Flynn gave his signal to start Jonathan was trying to get Walter to the ground, and Walter just barely managed to lock hands with him to keep himself upright.
Wrestling with rules attached proved to be more difficult than anticipated. After continuing to grapple with him, Jonathan was the first one to knock Walter to the ground, and although Walter recovered quickly from that, the fall was hard on his shoulders. Wrestling was an endurance sport as much as it was about strength and finesse.
And it was a sport Walter didn't have the faintest clue how to play. More than once he ended up in a hold with no idea how Jonathan managed to get him in that position, much less how to get out of it. Small wonder that he was the one who was pinned at the end.
"Victory to Jonathan." Flynn stepped in to help them both off the ground. "You both performed well."
Walter would hate to see someone do poorly at this sport; his muscles ached and he wanted nothing better than a long bath. "Congratulations, Jonathan, I'd say you trounced me at that."
"Nonsense, you did very well for someone with no training in it." Jonathan shook his hand. "With experience you would easily defeat all comers."
"Perhaps at some point I will challenge you again... when I am not as sore as this." As he was looking around for his shirt, Walter asked, "What made you take up this sport? It seems unsuitable for a Luxuror."
"As I said, I'm only a novice. I picked it up in the last year, when I realized that if I was chosen to be a Samurai, I would be completely unfit for it in my physical state. Your clothes are over by the other edge of the mat," Jonathan said. "-While there are many ways to become stronger, Luxurors have a tendency to eschew most of them... so I trained with Casualries in my free time. They gave me quite harsh training, rest assured, but it may have been the difference between being selected and meeting you, or not and never knowing what I missed."
From the way Jonathan spoke, Walter knew his words were no mere flattery. He pulled his shirt over his head and turned back to Jonathan. "Seems I have a reason to be grateful to them."