The Haunted ships and one-shots!

Grayson x Xavier

Suggested by EnderGirlEndy11
Some slight Grayson x Drake, and Xavier x Luke as well with heavy implements of Rebellion, of course, being set before chapter 40.
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Third person point of view-

With eyes like an eagle, the man aligned the tip of his weapon with the wooden cutout, the still target being a pathetic opponent at this point in his career. He took in a long breath, allowing the oxygen to settle within his lungs before releasing a long, steady breath of carbon dioxide. He did not hesitate, nor tremble, the act like a second nature. It was as easy as blinking and breathing. The spy tossed another another kuni, it's darkened blade as smooth yet as sharp as obsidian. Only a second passed by until a loud snap ricocheted into his ears.
It took some effort to keep himself from involuntarily cracking his neck, a bad tick he has since childhood. With swift movements, he drew another knife from his belt, spinning on his heels to face the next target. The exact second his green eyes came to a rest upon the wooden cutout, he left out a breath and tossed the blade. Just like before, the tip struck where what would have been right between the eyes.
A pair of darker green eyes watched from the sidelines, arms crossed with a tilted head. He examined the chestnut haired, intrigued how every attack he made was precise on a vital area. The heads and heart mainly. Was he that skilled when they had fought side by side all of those months ago?
When the spy had run out of small blades, he resorted to his sword, sharp iron glimmering with faint dots of purple and gold, a pink glow to it from a witches blood enchantment. Grayson's eyes could barely keep up with him until he stopped. It was if all the heads on the cutouts suddenly fell off simultaneously. The blonde had no idea why his heart was racing...was he scared of his friend? He jumped when his ears rung with laughter. Xavier pulled up his goggles, olive green eyes revealed with unsettling pinpoint pupils as if he were constantly in dim light. His smile was bright yet also held an unsettling appearance. Perhaps it just his eyes that made the grin give off an amplified appearance of insanity.  Yet...it was true joy, and Grayson could settle with that.

  "Watching like a creeper, Grayson laddie?" Xavier joked, following it with a laugh. Grayson simply rolled his eyes before telling his guard to stay put, as if not to interrupt them.

He stepped forward, Xavier sheathing his sword with a soft giggle as Grayson asked with a jolly voice, "Were you that good when we met? I mean, you hit everything...perfectly."

The spy walked over to a cutout, ripping out a kuni simply to twirl it around between his fingers. A smug grin stretched upon his face, bloating with pride.

  "Practice, my friend. You haven't had much of that lately, have you? Being emperor and such?"

Grayson lowered his brow, his own smug twisting his lips. "Is that supposed to be a challenge of sorts?"

The spy shrugged, that smug grin never wavering and blade between his fingers never slowing. Grayson stared his comrade down, holding out a hand as he asked his guard for his sword. The guard, without objection, drew his very own blade and handed it over to his majesty. Grayson took the handle firmly in his grasp, clutching the handle with both hands as he held before himself.
Xavier put the smaller blade into a pouch below his thy before drawing his sword with a loud hiss of the metal. Chills ran down his spine with the satisfaction of the sound and feeling of the handle in his grip. It made his heart pound with anticipation to swing the iron in the air, to listen to the air whistle as it was sliced; to feel the force as he ripped through solid material.

Xavier shook his head, taking his own stance. "If you'd like, your majesty." He rarely ever called Grayson that, almost a mocking tone as he bowed.

Their eyes scanned the others stance, anticipating the others movement. Grayson was the first to launch from his place, dashing to the spy. Xavier smiled, no mask to shield his sadistic grin as Grayson's sword slammed into his own. They both held back laughter, feeling their arms vibrating from the force applied to the others block. Xavier was the first to successfully parry the blow, swiftly jumping back before Grayson could make his next swing. He stepped left and right, elegantly dodging each swing. Grayson did the same once Xavier began his attacks.
They continued on, turning, attacking, blocking. They were having a good time, until Grayson's foot slipped on one of the dismembered heads of the wooden cutouts. He yelped as he fell forward, Xavier moving his blade out of the way just in time for the elder male to collapse on top of him. They both slammed onto the ground, groaning from the pain of impact, Xavier's back slamming into the dirt, Grayson's head smacking into his opponents goggles.
He opened his mouth to let out a groan, eyes snapping open to familiar rush of warm air and pressure. His mouth was one Xavier's, lips together with open mouths. They both screamed, Grayson pushing off of him before Xavier got up to his feet. He covered his mouth, face coated in a deep red only worsened by the laughing guard. Grayson snapped for him to shut up, which the guard did, struggling to hold it back as his eyes welled with tears. Grayson look up at Xavier, his own face flushed a deep red as well.