The scent of frustration hung in the air in a cloying stench. Wufei knew it; could smell it and see it in the perspiration covering his naked torso. His muscles quivered on the point of exhaustion but his mind had not been sated yet. A low growl escaped him and he started stretching again; he wouldn't stop until his mind was satisfied he was at the true extent of his fighting abilities. The memory of Trieze flashed through his mind and he glared at the boy in the mirror as he remembered the humiliating defeat at the elegant soldier's hand.

The boy who glared back at him had hollow eyes; surely not the eyes of a warrior! The lean body retained good muscle tone, though his chest appeared flatter than he remembered. He opened his arms wide, expecting to see the fine contours of well-developed muscle. The skin, he saw pulled taut but the limbs lacked definition. The frown deepened on the sweat-slicked boy; a snarl overtook his mouth when a voice startled him out of his self-deprecation.

“Feeling out of practice?”

Fury rippled through his mind at the failure of hearing the approaching soldier before he was at his unguarded back. His eyes narrowed warningly at the silhouette of Heero in the doorway. “Is there a purpose to disturbing my training, Yuy?”

Heero fought back a smirk. “If beating your body into pulp is your idea of training, then so be it.”

“A warrior must always test the limits of his abilities; must be able to maintain his top form at all times, regardless of the situation.”

Heero nodded in agreement. “Then why are you not satisfied with your training? I’ve watched you the last five minutes and your anger is overwhelming your ‘training’.”

Anger faded into defeat, though Wufei loathed showing it to his comrade. Heero caught the subtle relaxing in Wufei’s chest and shoulders with a raised eyebrow; the stern martial artist had betrayed emotion. Wufei walked over to his bench and picked up a towel. “Practicing is one thing. Training is nothing without proper discipline and sparring. Without testing one’s skill against another of equal or greater stature, one cannot surpass the level he has thus far attained.” Angrily, he wiped sweat from his forehead and waited for another unwelcome observation.

Instead, Heero nodded and invited himself into the studio. He glanced it over quickly, noted the weapons on the walls, the placement of mirrors and the few columns that appeared to be more of an obstacle than structure support. “I agree with you. I’ve found myself lax in my own training lately. With no one to spar with, I feel that I’ve become a lazy soldier and this is not acceptable.” Heero took off his jacket and tank top and faced Wufei; he stretched easily; his eyes never left Wufei’s.

Wufei raised an eyebrow questioningly and suddenly smiled broadly. If it was a match Heero wanted, he would refuse; but if he wanted to battle, he would gladly accept. To test himself against a comrade whom he had fought before with no established victory or defeat, this was too good an opportunity to pass up. Heero saw the glimmer of combat in his comrade’s eyes and allowed a small smile to touch his lips as he nodded. He knew Wufei’s skills were unsurpassed compared to any other person he knew. Heero had yet to see these skills outside of a Gundam. And, Heero reminded himself, no other pilot had seen the extent of his own hand-to-hand skills either.

The air hung heavily in the small studio as the two warriors prepared, both determined to come out the victor in this duel. Wufei waited patiently while Heero went through a few quick stretching maneuvers; his muscles also showed a lack of definition from disuse. When he was ready, he walked to the center of the mat and stood at ready, his posture slowly dissolved into a fighting stance. Wufei took his own place and bowed briefly, in sync with his comrade. No, right now he is my enemy and I will fight him as my enemy. Only then can I be satisfied I am fighting at my peak. A similar expression flashed over Heero’s eyes as his face drained of the last bit of emotion.

The dance began slowly, each looked for an opening to strike and they circled each other patiently. Heero attacked first with a quick lunge, he faked a punch and whipped his leg around to contact with Wufei’s arm as he blocked the move. Immediately, Wufei countered with a punch of his own and he almost grinned as it was blocked. Now, he mentally smirked, now, this is where things get interesting.

Rather than fight with the patience of a scholar, Wufei attacked with the fury of battle, each maneuver blocked and countered easily. Carefully, he stepped up the level of his attacks and counter-maneuvers, impressed Heero kept up with him so far. A sudden punch toward his face caught him off-guard and Wufei leaned dangerously back as he blocked it, expecting a quick swipe from Heero to knock him down and tried to adjust his body for the attack as he turned slightly to roll. The attack didn’t come and Wufei fell on his back.

“Good instincts, but you had to expect I’d see that coming.” Heero loomed over Wufei and crossed his arms. While his expression remained stoic, Wufei could feel the smirk in Heero's posture.

He cursed silently as he realized how he’d underestimated Heero. He whipped himself forward and flipped upright. “You waste time with idle talk?” He attacked as he spoke, connected a kick to Heero’s side with a satisfying thump, though the blow was more to shock his Japanese opponent. Heero’s eyes narrowed as he fought to keep up with the flurry of punches, kicks and swipes that came his way. Out of the corner of his eye Heero could see the wall get closer and he tried to manipulate the fight to his favor. As he reached the wall, he suddenly turned and pulled a set of nunchakus from the wall. Wufei’s eyes widened and he dashed to the right, pulling a simple staff off the wall and began to block the fury of blows Heero tried to deal him. In little time the staff caught the nunchakus just right and they flew over Wufei’s shoulder. His next blow caught the side of Heero’s face and he pinned him to the wall with the staff at his neck and his knee pressed against Heero’s groin.

The triumphant grin suddenly fell away when he felt the tight erection against his knee. Heero’s eyes betrayed nothing as he snapped his head forward, grunting at the immediate pain, but the move was enough to slip out of Wufei’s hold. He tried rolling off to the side but Wufei reacted automatically as he turned to follow Heero's movements. He snapped the staff and managed to strike Heero above his Achille's heel. The stun bled feeling from his foot and Heero couldn’t stand. Wufei closed the short distance between them and yanked Heero upright. He could feel Heero's hot breath wash over his lips as he stood and paused. Heero managed to pull them off-balance enough to flip Wufei on his back while his body stayed close enough he was now sitting on the furious warrior. Wufei squeezed his eyes shut at the sudden pain that ripped through his head and his muscles tightened painfully before relaxing.

Heero straddled his waist and had managed to capture both his hands, shoving them far from his body so their faces were mere inches apart. Sweat slowly trickled down Heero’s face and a single drop fell to land next to Wufei’s mouth. The obsidian of his eyes darkened as Wufei glared at the boy who had managed to best him; for the moment. He let the drop sit next to his mouth out of defiance. He would not acknowledge it, would not try to rid himself of that one hot drop of moisture from Heero’s flushed forehead.

It was a surprise when Heero leaned forward and kissed it off his mouth, letting his tongue touch the frowning mouth for a brief moment. Rage, dark and bleak coursed through his body and Wufei bucked Heero off his waist, the memory of the hard flesh pressed against him still strong in his memory. The arousal that pressed against him was a testament to his weak position; the stolen moment, the coup de grace that solidified it.

As soon as they were both upright, it was as if that moment hadn't existed and Wufei attacked again. One hard punch drove the breath from Heero and he fell against the wall with a whoosh of air, one hand clutching his chest. Wufei mimicked Heero's earlier movement and captured both wrists and spread them wide so he could glare into the cold blue eyes.

Heero's head fell slightly forward and his body went limp as he fought to regain his breath. Wufei pressed his mouth against Heero's and exhaled forcefully. He could feel Heero's lungs accept the air and Heero finally raised his head to stare into a pair of obsidian flints he had only guiltily regarded from a distance. It was impossible to tell if Wufei felt anything other than mere flesh touching together. He's teasing me. He knows and now he's mocking me. True anger clouded his vision for a moment and Heero struggled to gain enough room to kick.

Wufei smirked as Heero struggled uselessly in his grasp. His arms held Heero's far enough apart and against the wall which left them effectively immobile and his legs pressed firmly into Heero's own and left little room to move. He eased forward, fully aware of how their two torrid chests rubbed hot flesh and hard nipples together. The fiery black of his eyes grazed over Heero's face and he allowed Heero to finally see the lust in his eyes. For Heero to taste the weakness of his position. Heero's breath caught when he saw the look in Wufei's eyes and he stopped struggling for a moment.

Helplessly, he shuddered as Wufei's face closed the distance. But Wufei went beyond the temptation of the sultry lips and placed his cheek against Heero's as he whispered. “Good instincts, but you had to expect I would repay you in kind." As he finished, Wufei pressed himself against Heero, pressed his own aching erection against Heero's. He breathed hot air over the exposed flesh and felt Heero shudder again.

I'm being taken. The thought wasn't an unpleasant one in itself, he realized. It was the fact that he lost in battle to get to this position that erupted in anger and he knocked his head against Wufei's. Wufei reeled backwards, eyes closing in pain and Heero launched himself onto his disciplined combatant. Their bodies slid across the floor, the floor a painful reminder to Wufei that he wasn't wearing a shirt. He grit his teeth against the sudden burning sensation at his back. He felt his lips being attacked in a throbbing kiss and arched his head backwards - just in time to catch the pillar at the center of the room with the top of his head. He felt his face relax as it tried to shake off the ache and a tongue invaded his mouth, the sweet taste of Heero's tongue forcing its way into his mouth sent a shiver through him and he allowed his mouth to be probed, allowed the fingers running over his naked flesh to explore. Each touch, taste and sensation seemed to be culminating toward his aching arousal and he reached up to pull Heero closer, closing his eyes for the first time in passion rather than pain. His hands snaked up and grippped Heero's waist and guided his thrusts for greater contact.

Heero settled himself on top of Wufei's body, victorious. He kissed the lips, tasted the mouth, roamed over flesh that was now his. He pressed their erections together with a few shallow thrusts and grinned into his kiss as he felt Wufei respond beneath him by opening his legs wider.

Never underestimate the intentions of your enemy.

Wufei's hands went from guiding to clutching and he pushed Heero's body up and gripped it with his feet in one fluid motion. Before Heero could react, he shoved with every ounce of energy he had and launched Heero over his head toward the pillar. Heero smacked the pillar and started to fall, twisting before he fell in a jumbled heap, stunned. Wufei sprang upright and turned to his enemy. As Heero stood up, he kicked once and Heero slammed back into the pillar. Once there, Wufei loosed his belt and snapped it around the pillar, twisting the ends around Heero's wrists while he stood stunned.

Their bodies were against each other again, though this time Heero could feel Wufei with greater definition. He glanced down and gulped dryly. Without the belt, Wufei's pants had slid partway down and he now stood before Heero, exposed. He didn't fight the bonds that held him, leaned his head back willingly when a tongue ran over the flesh of his neck, up toward his chin. Heero didn't resist when teeth bit into his shoulder. He could only expel his breath in hot gasps and try not to twitch as each touch burned through him. He could barely keep himself from thrusting against the firm body; he almost cried out to be taken now. But a soldier must have complete control over his body and he tried resisting. Wufei anticipated the maneuver coming and easily avoided another blow to his forehead. He stood back and watched Heero struggle, sweat matting his unruly bangs to his forehead, his muscles writhing exquisitely beneath sleek skin.

Heero leaned forward and pulled against the simple belt, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration, but the quick ties didn't budge. When he opened his eyes he gulped again as he saw Wufei's erection right in front of his face. "Gods..." he whispered and licked his lips. He caught himself and mentally cursed as he heard Wufei's chuckle.

"Thank you, Yuy. I'm hoping to get you to say that more than once today." The mirthful tone was infuriating. Wufei knew that and spoke in a gentler tone. "I win..."

Heero felt hands roam through his hair, gently massaging his scalp. The urge to keep fighting, to be the victor faded slowly and he thrashed his head against the willing hands. Wufei's hand came around to gently cup his chin and pull him up. "Only this round," Heero gasped before he welcomed the searing kiss and allowed himself to be pushed against the column again.

Hands pushed under the elastic of his shorts and he moaned into Wufei's mouth as his hips bucked helplessly, searching for greater contact from anything. The electric feel of the surprisingly cool hand nearly drove him over the edge but he held on tenaciously. Already, he could feel the first waves of torment through his belly, travelling down to his throbbing c0ck in sweet, anguished pulses.

"Make me beg," he nearly whimpered, surprised to hear his own voice.

Wufei pulled back, equally shocked. Did he just say... He grinned and pulled his hand out of Heero's spandex. He didn't say anything as his eyes locked onto Heero's and his hands worked the cumbersome spandex down Heero's legs and he stood completely exposed as well. The tension Wufei sensed in the air added to the burning desire to simply take the boy now, to shove him against the post and have his way.

Wufei's eyes narrowed and a small smile touched his lips as he took his time looking Heero up and down. Heero squirmed under the scrutiny; the feeling of being exposed was only augmented by the open inspection of his body when he was helpless to do anything more than squirm in heat. He wanted nothing more than to look away, but he found himself unable to take his eyes off of Wufei's expression of naked lust.

Wufei walked up to him and placed his hands on Heero's shoulders. Gently, he worked them down the shiny chest, pausing to play with Heero's nipples. Not once did his ebony gaze waver from the tumultuous fury of the storm brewing in Heero's eyes. Not once did his own eyes, his face, betray anything more than a need to sate his physical desires with Heero's restrained body.

This war shall be mine.

The tight gripping sensation in Heero's belly expanded more and he leaned back, feeling a plea tickle his mind. Only his ragged breath hissed through gritted teeth as he mentally begged for more while his body pleaded in its own way.

Hands stopped their play with the hardened nubs and worked further down; the electricity of Wufei's touch was replaced with the sensation of each finger as they roamed further down, down to where the true heat of Heero lie. He heard the desperate groan in the air as fingers touched him again and Heero clamped his mouth shut against any other noise of desire. Resist.

Wufei's eyes glazed as he played with the tender sac and moved forward to Heero's face. Heero licked his lips and leaned forward, unable to resist his urges any more. But Wufei ignored the offered lips and delved back to Heero's neck, gently lapping. One hand squeezed Heero's length and his breath shuddered into the sleek black hair.

Teeth suddenly raked down his chest and Heero cried out for the first time as the sparks of heated passion spiraled through him. Heero felt the mouth firmly bite one nipple and nearly wept, wanting to force the words from his mouth. He felt his body react with each shudder as Wufei suckled him, bit him, tortured his skin with his teeth.

Wufei smiled to himself as he traveled down, finally taking the hot shaft in his mouth. He heard the guttural moan, felt Heero's body twitch uncontrollably while Wufei held him in place to sweetly ravage him. He let the spittle from his sport to coat his fingers and gently pushed them into Heero's entrance.

Wufei spent little time torturing the body in front of him; his own neglected arousal hung throbbing in front of him, a painful reminder of his burning need. He glanced up at Heero, satisfied Heero could no longer control his own body. But it wasn't enough yet. He worked his fingers urgently, pushing them deeper; his mouth quicker, let Heero feel his teeth and then...

"Stop! Just do it! Please..." Heero panted, his head twisted from side to side and sweat gathered in tiny rivulets down his face. "Please..."

Close enough... Wufei stood up and rubbed himself against Heero, coating his c0ck with the spit he'd left on Heero. He bit into Heero's shoulder again, and pushed slowly forward as he lifted Heero's legs, entering the tight haven where his release lay.

Wufei closed his eyes as he felt himself swallowed by such an intoxicating heat. When he heard Heero's whimper, he opened his eyes, gaze boring into the eyes of his trophy before attacking again. With a low growl, he gave a violent thrust that sheathed himself completely into the soldiers body. He licked his lips at the helpless look of want in Heero's eyes and almost grinned.

"Gods..." escaped Heero's lips before he clamped them shut again. He felt his legs instinctively draw higher as they circled Wufei's waist and he pulled the sweaty body closer to him. A bright blossoming of heat filled him as he felt himself suddenly impaled and a smile twitched across his face as his head fell back. He could feel the painful grip of Wufei's hands on his legs but he didn't care. Felt the lips and teeth ravage his neck and only wanted more.

Wufei allowed a few shallow thrusts before slamming Heero hard once more. Heero's body shuddered and pulled him closer again. He let go of Heero's legs and roamed his hands over flesh, let his lips taste the soldier's body that was his prize. He could feel the mild sweetness of flesh beneath his tongue, skin made hotter with each thrust he subjected the willing body to. One hand stole downwards and firmly gripped Heero's painful arousal.

"Mine," he growled against Heero's ear and pumped it lightly.

"Yes!" Heero hissed, groaning at the sudden onslaught of kisses to his burning lips. Blackness bloomed in the outskirts of his vision as each pump, each thrust spiraled electric waves through him, greater than he thought he could achieve. He cried out as his body took the overload and spewed it forth between Wufei's tight fingers. He didn't resist the kiss that followed, the tongue that probed into his mouth as Wufei continued to pummel him.

Wufei felt the spurt in his fingers and grinned again as he continued to kiss the sweet cavity he couldn't get enough of. But he was not sated yet and continued to thrust into the slick body until he felt the plateau of his passion spill into Heero in a silent wave of victory. He rested his head against Heero's shoulder as his body trembled; he could feel Heero's form doing the same in front of him. The only sound in the air was the shuddering breath of a taken soldier and the victorious warrior as their bodies slowly relaxed.

"..Wufei.." Heero managed and fell forward.

Heero's head lay heavily against his own and Wufei carefully pulled himself slightly away to gaze at Heero in concern. Heero's face was lax and his body limp against the pole while still impaled by Wufei. He disengaged himself and held up his comrade while he untied him, breathing deeply of the erotic scent of their torrid passion on Heero's body with a smile. He said my name first.

Most of the floor was covered in a thin matting that would do nicely for a bed and Wufei lay his soldier down, careful to make sure he didn't jar Heero from his slumber. He reached long and picked up one of the small towels that lay on the outskirts of the mat. He made only a minimal effort wiping away the essence from Heero's belly and tossed the towel toward the hamper. A number of large towels would serve as blankets and he covered the two of them as he lay down with an arm over the smooth chest.

Wufei's eyes roamed over Heero as he slept, the flawless form, the smooth, slightly tanned skin, the mildly puffy lips he'd ravaged only minutes before. He thought about their duel, their battle and his victory. What did this mean for either of them and both of them? Anything? Nothing? He rested only for a few moments before he got up and covered Heero once more. He didn't intend to be here when Heero awoke. With the belt once again securing his pants, he made his way to the door with another look back at Heero. Perhaps they'd spar again, he thought with a wistful grin.

*just because it comes from the mind of a wacko, doesn't necessarily mean it's insane*