"Halt, villain," Matt told his mirror image, in the most dramatic voice he could muster. "Taste nickel!" He chuckled -- the writing wasn't the best. He was practicing for the next episode of the Nickel Samurai. Juan, he thought, disgustedly, was filming right now in Studio 2. He looked at the clock and sighed. He was supposed to start filming in ten minutes. Matt figured he already had the script down, so, he decided to change into his costume. He hung his red and white motorcycle jacket carefully, pausing to fluff his bangs in the mirror as he got closer to it. He shrugged his t-shirt off, and instinctively tensed as he heard the door to the dressing room open. "What?" he snapped. "I'm changing in here!"
"Oh, yeah?" taunted his rival, as he closed the door behind him. "Well, so am I, Engarde." Juan had already taken his mask off -- it must have been hot under there, because his forehead was slick with sweat. Matt rolled his eyes and ignored him, but Juan wasn't having any of this. He untied his bandanna and tossed it over Matt's head, playfully.
"Don't," Matt whined, pulling it off of his head. "You're gonna mess up my hair, dude." Juan grinned and tussled Matt's hair. Matt kicked him.
"Oww," Juan hissed. "You jerk." He started removing his armor, piece by piece. Matt didn't answer him, but Juan could see him taking his belt off in the mirror. As he took off his own shirt, he could just feel Matt's eyes on him. He smiled smugly. "What?" Matt turned away quickly -- too quickly. "You like what you see?"
Matt snorted, and kneeled down to pick up the Nickel's samurai's shirt, which had fallen to the floor somehow. Juan kicked him on the bottom, sending him toppling over. "You ass," Matt growled, standing back up and approaching him fiercely.
"That was payback for kicking me," Juan explained. Matt was getting in his face -- what, did he want to fight? Well, if it was a fight he wanted, that's what he was going to get. Didn't he have to get to the set soon? What an idiot. Matt shoved him, and the fight began. It wasn't a real fight. Matt wanted something else, and Juan could tell. He wasn't trying. If he had really been mad, he would have put some of that martial arts he had learned to play the Nickel Samurai to good use, instead of shoving him like some high school girl.
Matt shoved him again, and Juan smiled, letting him. "You like to touch my muscles, Engarde?" Matt grit his teeth, and swung at Juan, who caught his fist surprisingly easily. He knew Matt was focusing on something else. It was too easy. "Just admit how much you want me. It will make your life so much easier." There were already standing close, but Juan closed the gap even more, as if he were taunting Matt -- Go ahead, kiss me. Matt did.
Juan squeaked a little in surprise. It wasn't like Matt to give in so quickly. Not that he minded. They fought for dominance, even in the kiss. Juan gained himself the upper hand by putting a strong hand on Matt's waist. Matt twitched upon contact, perhaps a little ticklish (Juan would take note of this for later), but it distracted him enough for Juan to take control of their kiss.
They pulled away from each other as quick as they possibly could and tried to look casual, as the door opened. "Matt, are you ready?" Adrian asked, coolly. Matt glanced at Juan.
"I'll be there in ten minutes," he smiled, "cover for me." Adrian rolled her eyes and left. "Close the door behind you!" Matt requested. She turned around and closed the door, wondering what Celeste was seeing in those two that she couldn't even begin to.