A/N: UFC Slash. Strong Language. Adult scenes.
A/N: Borrowing words from McGregor's MMA Junkie Interview.
"Give the fans what they want, Me VS Anyone"
"I'm the biggest Star the UFC Right now"
"Fuck everyone else up here on this Stage. I bring in the real Numbers"
Despite the Trash Talk. Despite the needling, some might call it the bullying of Aldo. McGregor liked to think of himself as a Nice Guy, But Only behind closed doors. At Media Conferences McGregor would call out one Division after another. He could feel their fear. He thought that all of them were cowards.
"I'm your Big Money Fight. I could change your Bum Lives. There is only one Champion on this stage, and Dana you're looking at him" McGregor scoffed.
He told Dos Anjos that His Fight would be "Red Panty" night. He didn't know what Dos' Anjos wife was wearing that night. But he chuckled to himself later as Joe Duffy walked into his Mansion with Red Hayabusa Sponsor Shorts on.
"Where the fuck have you been? Didn't see ya after the "Go Big McGregor conference" McGregor said.
"I'm surprised you noticed that I was gone. It was the McGregor show in there" Joe told him, taking his Jacket off.
"Every day is the "McGregor Show" How was Training?" McGregor asked.
Even now it Burned Mcgregor that Joe had gone to Tri-star. It was different when they had been opponents. Now they were dating. McGregor wanted to keep an eye on Joe. He had to. He knew that Joe was testing himself. Pulling himself away from his Irish Roots. That's what All Irish MMA Fighters did in the end.
But every Night McGregor got more suspicious that one day Joe would leave for Tri-Star, and never come back.
As soon as Joe when upstairs to change, McGregor poured out a Small Whiskey to steady his nerves.
"Joe wants you. Course he does. Don't get Paranoid MacDaddy" McGregor told himself.
He decided to stick to water and Squash that night. He didn't need Joe to see him get drunk. He went upstairs. He took a look at Dee Devlin's room. Great! It was Empty. He walked to his own Bed-Room. McGregor had to live with Devlin. She was known to everyone as his live in Girl-Friend. But He'd never touched her in his life.
Sure Dee Devlin did fancy him. She, along with Thousands of other women had Offered themselves. But McGregor could see the Proposition for what it was. McGregor could give Devlin the life that she wanted. He just couldn't do the Girl-friend, Boyfriend thing. He could talk about his Love for Devlin to the Press.
But that Mirage was all talk.
With UFC Light-Weight Joe Duffy...it was real.
It was strange, but McGregor was attracted to him the first time that he saw him fight. That Attraction only grew after Joe had beaten him in Cage Warriors. Joe had been his Only Professional loss. But he held nothing against him.
Well he told himself that he didn't...
"Con, what are you Day-Dreaming about?" Joe asked, freshly Showered.
"Aldo" McGregor Lied Stubbornly.
He studied his Boyfriend's Body. Joe hair was matted and swept back. Water from the shower Dribbled down his chest and over his Stomach. His legs were pink from the Heat. Joe had tied his towel around him tightly. But ,McGregor could still see the Bare Skin of Joe's Thigh. McGregor could smell the strong scent of Apricot Shower Gel as Joe walked towards him.
"Don't worry Con. I've told everyone you'll beat Aldo in Three Rounds Tops. You've got this one" Joe told him.
McGregor tugged at Joe's Towel, instantly bringing the UFC Light-Weight Closer towards him.
"I know I've got Aldo. I've got Aldo in the palm of my Indestructible hands. I will squash him like a Bug and send him packing back to the Favela's in Brazil. But have I got you Joe? That's my Question" McGregor asked.,
"Con, you know you've got me. I'm Training for Poirier and I'm here with you. What more do you want" Joe said.
"All of you Joe. I want All of you committed to me. Have I got that?" McGregor asked Sharply, leaving his Boyfriend confused.
"Did I say something that's pissed you off? Yeah Con, of course I'm committed to us. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't. Of course I want you" Joe said with determination.
"You want me? Then fucking show me" McGregor asked.
He watched Joe look around to grab his clothes, when McGregor turned his face back in his direction and kissed him. When Joe pulled away McGregor took off the Versace Shades and put them back in the case. McGregor paused as Joe crept on to the bed and got top of the Interim Champion. McGregor grabbed Joes arse, and tried to take off his towel, but he couldn't take it off with one tug.
He rubbed his Boyfriend's Dick through the towel, listening to Joe's Breath getting harsher as the Tri-Star Member began to get hard.
McGregor took of his Boyfriend's Towel and said...
"Tell me when you're gonna blow, this Gabbana Suit Cost money you know" McGregor said as he took his dark Chequered Shirt off.
He folded it and turned to put it in the drawer. He got irritated as Joe lightly Smacked his Arse, but he let it go. With his Shirt safe he grabbed Joe by the neck and kissed him roughly.
Joe Returned the kiss but it wasn't long before he was gasping for air.
"It's that Canadian Air Joe, it's getting to you"
"Very funny"
"Why don't you Train at SBG? My Team will take take of you" McGregor told him.
"Really? Old Neil Seery? Aisling Decision Daly and Retired Pendred? I need High Level Team-Mates. And I get that at Tri-Star" Joe said.
Smarting from the Pendred Remark, McGregor Slapped Joe's arse, harder than he'd meant to. As Joe Winced McGregor was able to reverse Joe and plant him on the bed.
"Sorry Joe, I just don't like you spreading Shit about my Team" McGregor said enjoying the motion of straddling himself over Joe.
"You mean, What's left of your Team. Like Or not Con, you have to carry SBG Right now. I know you're carrying Coach Kavanaugh Financially. Just don't let him use you" Joe told him.
McGregor lightly tapped him on the cheek, torn between anger, but Over-wrought with Passion, he kissed Joe on the mouth before Joe could object. He rubbed Joe's stomach as he Roughly Carrased Joe's neck. The Love Bite McGregor gave him was tense and drew blood. He worked his way down Joe's body before pulling his own Stripped Suit Trousers down.
He kicked the Trousers off of his feet before licking Joe's chest.
McGregor put his knees in-between his Boyfriend's thighs. He moved back up to Kiss Joe While Grinding himself against the Light-Weight's crotch. McGregor kept on Working. Just like he would in a fight. He kept arching his back and sliding himself against Joe. Both UFC Fighters were Body to Body. And limb to Dick until he could feel Joe getting hard again.
"Don't come until I tell ya. There's a Good Boy" McGregor said.
He lifted his leg away and wrapped his Fist around Joe's Dick. Joe Slid his hand down McGregor's Chest in Appreciation.
"I'm thinking about getting another Tattoo here, what do you think?" McGregor asked. Pointing to his Stomach.
"Con, your Body's Sexy the way it is. Why change it?" Joe asked.
"You're right. Why Change Perfection" McGregor nodded.
While Jerking Joe Duffy off, McGregor's knuckle hit the remote and turned on the Television. He licked Joe's Nipple as the TV Buzzed into Life.
Then channel landed on an MMA Junkie interview that McGregor did about Joe...
"Is the Joe Duffy Fight something that you'd like to have as a Re-match. Do you have a Grujdge against him?" John Ramadeen asked.
"Joe lost his Title. He got Submitted in the fourth Round. He had lame-arse Excuses. He Quit the sport and changed Team, like a Bitch. First he's London Joe. Then Irish Joe. Now he's Canadian Joe. I'd love to see him climb up. I'd Knock him out stiff. He changed sport, then he sees my Success and wants to copy me.
I've got my eyes on him, I'd love nothing more than to put him on the ground and send him running to whatever country he fakes it in. When Journey Men like Joe lose, they make Excuses Change Team and leave the Country.
When I lost I put my head down and grinded. I became a Three Time World Champion. when Joe lost he pissed off back to fighting in London bars. Joe Duffy's not ready for me, he never will be..."
McGregor Got off of Joe and turned the Television off. Before he could even turn back towards Joe, his Boyfriend had sprung off of the bed like it was on fire.
"Joe listen"
"I'm gonna go back to the Tri-star Gyms tonight. You know since I'm "Canadian Joe"
"Don't be like that"
"Be like what?" Joe asked. McGregor opened the drawer and put his shirt back on.
"You know my mouth, And You know what Dana White's like. He told me to hype up every fight that I can"
"Right so calling me a Liar and a Fake Irish-Man and a Little Bitch was all part of the Dana White Deal? You've watched me bust my arse Training and supporting you. Any time you need me, I'm there Con. Then you go on TV and spread Bull-shit like that?" Joe asked.
"It's all part of the show. Joe, it's all Panto. Stay the Night. I'll prove to you that I never mean half of the shit that I say" McGregor said trying to block the door.
Joe pushed his arm away. McGregor squeezed his Shoulder to apologise.
"Don't touch me. If you want a Blow you can always call Dana White. One day without your Dick, is day too many" Joe said.
He quickly opened the door and left the room.
"Joe don't be a fag over this! Shite!" McGregor said as he kicked the Paper bin in the corner.
He wanted to follow Joe. He wanted to say he was sorry, throw him back down on the bed and finish what they'd started. But Joe was way too sensitive. McGregor's speeches were just a Movie script. They were just chess pieces of a Game that McGregor would always win.
He wanted to make it up to Joe, but was struggling to figure out how. He had the money, but Joe wasn't going to be impressed with a Cheap Take-out and a Bottle of French Wine.
Had McGregor gone too far?