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"Agglomeration"Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: R Warnings: Humor, Yaoi Pairings: 1x5 Summary: Heero enjoys sparring with Wufei. " Checkmate "
Trowa was most definitely an even match in strength, and probably much better in hand to hand combat. He definitely had better skill and finesse. Heero still remembered the roundhouse kick that busted his nose during an impromptu competition that was initiated and spurred on by Duo. Trowa had been endearingly contrite as he set Heero’s nose and cleaned the blood from his face, apologies dripping from his lips while Duo stood nearby laughing his ass off. But his most capable rival was Chang Wufei. What he lacked in strength, he more than made up for with his heavier build and outmatched prowess in the martial arts. He was the one Heero most enjoyed sparring with because not only was Wufei able to tire him out and make him sweat like a sinner at bible camp, they also traded barbs like a prized collection of bubblegum baseball cards. “Get ready to be flattened, Yuy. By the time I’m done with you, I’ll have your spandex shorts tied into a pretty bow on top of your head.” Heero raised his arms and positioned his feet, assuming the traditional wushu fighting stance. He arched a brow at his opponent. “I always knew you wanted to get into my pants, Chang.” Wufei growled and leaped into the air, spinning and swinging his left leg out, his foot aimed for Heero’s still healing nose. Heero caught the foot and twisted his opponent’s ankle. Wufei flailed and lost his momentum, shouting in pain from his wrenched ankle. He saved face by lashing out with his other leg and driving his knee into Heero’s side. He tucked into a roll as he hit the mats and sprung back up onto his feet just in time to block a punch directed at his sternum. They both jumped back and circled each other, already beginning to pant with exertion. “You’re going to eat those words, Yuy.” “Just as long as you don’t eat me,” Heero said as he went in for the attack. Wufei dodged the blow and nicked his opponent’s ear with his fist. “The hell’s that supposed to mean.” Heero shook off the ringing in his ear and smirked at the Chinese man. “What did you have for lunch today? Kung Pow Dog? Or was it Moo Shoo Cat?” Wufei snarled and lunged forward with a high kick. Heero ducked just in time and delivered a chop to the side of his head. “Fuck!” He shouted, losing his footing a little. He righted himself and attacked again, managing to connect his fist with Heero’s diaphragm. “You’re one to talk, suicide boy. What was it this morning? Jumping off the roof? A toaster in the bathtub?” “That hurts, Chang,” Heero went in again and hooked his arm around his opponent’s throat, pulling him into a choke hold. Wufei’s fingers scrabbled and scratched at his arm, choking as he gasped for breath. “But I think you’ve got me beat when it comes to moping about your honor.” He yelped when Wufei’s heel struck his shin. He stumbled and Wufei went in for the kill, launching himself on top of him and pinning him against the mat. He panted in Heero’s face. “I don’t mope, Yuy.” Heero’s eyes were challenging as he stared up into inky black eyes and waited for the next move. “So then what do you call it?” Wufei’s mouth curled up at the corners. He dipped his head low, lips lightly brushing against Heero’s. “I call it “getting even”.” He closed the gap between them, pressing their mouths together. Heero allowed the kiss for a few seconds, then heaved his body up, rolling over and pinning the Chinese man down to the mat. “You think you’re in charge here?” Wufei’s face was smug. “I know I am.” His hand crept up and squeezed a spandex clad buttock. “I swear, you wear those things as a diversion tactic.” Heero shrugged. “Maybe. Why? Do they distract you?” Wufei snorted. “Don’t flatter yourself, Yuy. I didn’t say it was effective.” Heero reached between them and pressed his palm against his opponent’s groin, feeling the hard curve of his erection and relishing the sound of Wufei hissing through his teeth. “Who are you trying to convince, Chang?” He gave the hard cock in his hand a squeeze. “Your dick seems to disagree.” Wufei growled and rolled them again. Heero stared up into his flushed face, the loose tendrils of black silk that had come loose from his ponytail and felt the surge of lust in his own groin. Wufei glanced down and arched a brow at his opponent’s obvious boner. “Speak for yourself, Yuy.” Heero grabbed Wufei’s face in both hands, too horny to care about this game anymore. “Shut the fuck up, Chang.” He pulled the man’s head down and pressed their mouths together. Wufei kissed back, his tongue questing between Heero’s lips, seeking entry. He ground their clothed cocks together, savoring the soft whimper from the man beneath him. He nipped his way over Heero’s cheek and down to his ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth before whispering against the shell, “I’m going to fuck your sweet little ass.” Heero’s brows drew down in a playful pout. “Why must my ass always get fucked?” “Because you lost the fight, Yuy. Suck it up.” “I didn’t lose anything.” “Keep telling yourself that.”
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