Disclaimer: Maharaja Mode is not mine!
Rating: NC-17 to be safe
Pairing: Pasupata/Shiva, hinted Pasupata→Nataraja
Warnings: BL, semi-graphic m/m sex
Author's Note: This just seemed to me like something that would happen :x After all, it doesn't seem like Pasupata would have opened himself up this way to Nataraja before they opened up in any other way. This was written with a period of time pre-canon in mind, but read it however you like. XD;
Pasupata likes Shiva.
They're best friends, after all, so it makes sense, right? And Shiva's about his age, and they spend so much time together, day in and day out, just the two of them. And Shiva's attractive, in his own way; he's slender and lithe in a singularly youthful, muscular sort of way, and when he's drenched in sweat after the they've been sparring and they collapse into the grass together, when they're laughing and he leans in close and catches Pasupata's eyes just so... well, it makes perfect sense.
And after all, Shiva is the only person with whom Pasupata is completely honest; Shiva is the only person who knows Pasupata's big secret, who knows everything there is to know about Pasupata. It's almost eerie, the way Pasupata is sure that Shiva knows things about him just by looking at him, as if he can see straight through Pasupata's skin and into his soul. In fact, Pasupata probably doesn't even need to be honest with him, because Shiva just knows whenever something is up, but he is anyway, because Shiva is his best friend, and he can trust Shiva, more than anyone, really.
Which is just another reason why this makes sense, why it makes complete sense for them to be where they are now, on the floor of Shiva's chambers, pressed close, hot, breath coming heavy as if they've been sword fighting. But they haven't; there's no excuse for this, just like there's no excuse for the fact that they're half naked, or that Shiva is atop Pasupata now, with his lips locked with Pasupata's and one hand down Pasupata's pants. Pasupata writhes and arches and kisses back fiercely and forces himself not to think, because he likes Shiva, and so this makes sense, this makes sense.
And that reasoning is enough, and Pasupata turns the tables, flipping Shiva onto his back and breaking the kiss to nip boldly at his lips, his ear, his neck, tailing his tongue over the spots once he's satisfied. Shiva's hand does not retreat, however, making it increasingly hard to concentrate, and finally, Pasupata growls impatiently, pulling away Shiva's pants with less restraint than he really ought to have, and from there, it's a flurry of impatience, up and up and up until--
Pasupata likes Shiva, likes him a lot. They're best friends, they spend all their time together, there are no secrets between them--
Pasupata does not love Shiva.
But that is another thought for another time, and as Shiva pulls him to his feet with a grin and a sheepish apology (and refuses to look Nataraja in the eye for the following week), he has the feeling that this is something Shiva understands even better than he does himself.