Title: Fighting Fire With Gasoline

Featuring: Okada Kazuchika/Kenny Omega

Disclaimer: Slash! Adult situations! Bad language!

Summary: At some point during their long rivalry, they passed the point of no return.

Fuck.

Two minds, one thought.

The men stared at one another from across the ring, sweat dripping from their over-exerted bodies.

Two pairs eyes met as the two men took a moment to catch their breath, of which there never seemed to be enough of in moments like this.

And in that moment, everything changed.

Kenny Omega reacted first, spine going straight as his blue eyes widened.

No.

Kazuchika Okada felt it a split second later, expression going slack as his heart raced, as his mind emptied.

It was Dominion, for fuck's sake. His title, the IWGP Heavyweight Championship was on the line. He couldn't afford to lose focus.

Not him.

It was like being struck by lightening, but so, so much worse.

I can't.

They managed to continue the match, every touch charged by a strange, new electricity. The announcer's voice was full of excitement and strain, as the time on their bout began to run out. Both men grew exhausted and desperate.

Okada had a moment of panic when he noticed the members of the Bullet Club coming out. He expected to be jumped.

Instead, in a surprisingly heart-warming move, they gathered around the ring and began to cheer Kenny on, some of them with tears in their eyes.

Kazuchika didn't even want to think about why that moved him so much.

But he knew that he had to win. He had to retain. He had to end this...whatever this was with Kenny Omega.

Because if it didn't end tonight, it might never stop.

This ends tonight.

Kenny Omega wiped the sweat out of his eyes, even as he hit Okada with power move after power move. And Okada Kazuchika always responded in turn.

V-Triggers, clothelines, dropkicks, Tombstone Piledrivers...It was endless.

5 minutes left. Kenny collapsed before he could even be hit with the Rainmaker. Okada screaming in surprise and frustration. Kenny refusing to die, refusing to stop kicking out.

Somehow, he ended up flat on his back, looking up at the ceiling through blurred vision.

Everything hurts.

He couldn't even turn his head to the side and look, but out of the corner of his eye, Omega could see Kazuchika crawling to him, face twisted with the effort and pain. He reached out towards Kenny, arm stretched as far as it could go.

The bell rang. Time was up.

It was a draw.

Almost immediately, the Young Bucks were at Kenny's side, holding back their tears as best they could.

"You did great, Kenny; you're the best in the fuckin' world," Matt was saying softly as he and Nick lifted Omega onto their shoulders so that they could carry him to the back with the rest of the Bullet Club.

He was barely coherent, but Kenny turned for a split second to look back at Okada.

The man was still lying, motionless in the ring, sweat soaking the canvas beneath him. Gedo was kneeling next to him, cradling his head, and the title.

Slowly, the IWGP Heavyweight Champion crawled into the corner, looking exhausted.

His eyes met Kenny's once again, and he froze.

Though he had no evidence to confirm the feeling, Okada had no doubt that the same thought passed between himself and his most fierce rival:

This isn't over.

I think I love you.

A/N: I had to do it! I simply had to! Let me know what you think. Haha.