Checkmate

Title: Checkmate
Gilbert Dullindal x Kira Yamato
Theme: Set 1, Theme 42, "Kiss" (though more of Set 2's Theme 21, "Games")
Genres: General? Angst?
Pairings: Gil/Kira
Word Count: 623
Rating: R-ish?
Summary: Part 2 of a twisted and slashy way GSD could have ended. (Slash and slight noncon - you've been warned!)

Anyone who had served personally under the chairman, would know that he was captivated with chess. Whenever he wasn't in a meeting, PLANT's leader would have been sitting, a game piece in hand as he contemplated his next move. What most people incorrectly assumed, was that he was playing this war game against LOGOS and Lord Djibril; but this wasn't so. The unknown opponent was an enigma to them all.

To Gilbert Dullindal, chess was more than a war game. One that he had been playing with Kira Yamato for several months now. Although the teenager hadn't been aware of it, they had both been kings on either side of the board, watching the game unfurled like the wings of a bird about to take flight. Until finally they made their own moves and the white King left himself vulnerable to be attacked by one of his Knights. Yet this wasn't the victory that Gilbert desired as the game resumed, the enemy King unchecked but still vulnerable until his Queen arrived.

Then the battles shifted as they often due, and the rules of the game no longer apply anymore. For example, a King by himself is not allowed to check another King out of the danger that he to will be placed in check. But here they both were, locked inside the Messiah, with their guns pointing at one another. That was until he had disarmed the boy, and breaking the rule of their game by advancing on his enemy to claim those petal soft lips in a kiss.

The rules didn't matter anymore, for he had won. His tactics may have cost him many sacrifices, but he had been prepared for them. During his calm strategic plays, he had spent a long time with positional planning aimed at achieving overall superiority. Now with the world ready and willing to except his Destiny Plan, and Kira Yamato in his grasp, he had everything he could want.

Pain blossomed in his lower lip as he drew away, looking down his eyes met with a furious amethyst gaze. Despite the gun's presence between them, it seemed the Freedom's pilot still wanted to struggle. Still wanted to challenge him. That was fine. The younger man may have been the ultimate coordinator, but not even he could dodge at point blank. There was no sound of a bullet exiting from the barrel, only the soft thud of a body hitting the ground.


"Yare, yare... I really didn't want to have to do that, Kira."


His amber eyes watched almost adoringly at the crumpled form on floor managed to sit up with considerable effort. Clutching his wounded shoulder, Kira did not make any attempt to rise to his feet yet. The pain of a bullet tearing through one's shoulder must have been excruciating, but brunette kept his head down to hide his pain contorted face.

Even though his own would be killer was injured, the chairman still took caution when he advance again. Kneeling down at the wounded teen's side, he reached out and unconsciously threaded his fingers through short dark brown locks. The boy trembled but did not lift his head to glare up at his shooter.

"Kira, it's okay now," he said in a rather soothing matter. As if he wasn't holding the weapon that had caused Kira's agony. "Look at me."

No response.

His hold on Kira's hair tightened considerably to pull the brunette's head up. Gilbert allowed their eyes to meet briefly, before crushing their lips back together in another kiss, this time exploring the younger man's mouth himself. He could taste Kira's bitterness, regret, and pain; but most of all there was the hint of acceptance that made the kiss all the more sweeter.