A/N: Strong Language/ Adult scenes.

A/N Hi guys! You knew this one was coming lol! I found this fight really interesting, and the whole T-shirt thing, and Khabib's attitude to Poirier and this fight were really unique, so of course I turned this into UFC slash.

A/N: Dustin's interview, almost made me cry lol, he's a champ he really is!

"And New Undisputed Lightweight champion Khabib the eagle nurmagomedov!" Bruce Buffer announces.

Dustin Poirier can feel his heart sink into the Octagon. Ten weeks of training gone down the drain. He looks over, Khabib's hand is raised. The belt placed around his waist. The claps, the yells, the cheers. Dustin can feel his team-mates hand around his shoulder and grabs it. He wants to look out to his wife Joelle, mouth his sorry, but the word won't come out. He's too choked up.

When he gets his chance to interview. He apologies and thanks everyone. He needs to sleep. His body is exhausted. On social media surprisingly he's getting support. Flying all the way to Abu Dhabi and putting it out on the line has earned him new fans. They get back to the hotel. His hotel door stays slightly open, this whole floor are his own team-mates anyway. His coaches and team-mates are reassuring him telling him that he could get a rematch, telling him that he almost had him, but he it knows it's a lie. His coaches run a bath for him.

By the time it's full and foaming everyone had gone and he's grateful. He pulls the plaster off of his eyebrow, Strips and gets in the tub. His knees almost buckle as he gets in. His legs are quite bruised and the wram water makes it sting. He lies in there and closes his eyes. he dreams about Bruce buffer saying "And New undisputed champion Dustin the diamond Poirier!" The smiles on his families faces, the face time with his daughter. His team-mates hoisting him up in the air as he became the reigning champion on the lightweight divison. With gold around his waist and Tony ferguson on his mind...

He groans a little as feels a hand on his knee. "Joelle?" He asks slowly opening his eyes. His eyes are a little blurry, he swears as he gets his focus.

"What the fuck?" He whispers looking at Khabib, in fresh new "Team Khabib" clothes and the huge furry mountain hat on.

"You're a warrior. Don't be upset"

"Get off me!" Dustin starts to shout until the other fighter puts a finger to his lips.

"Your wife went to get other family. She's going to be late. That's why I'm here to talk to you"

"Lucky fucking me!" Dustin snorted.

"Hey hey? What's with the attitude at me? I said you were tough challenge. Good fighter"

"Well obviously you were wrong. Thanks for the T-shirt by the way"

Khabib nodded. In the cage the Russian had said that he'd wear Dustin's shirt and sell it. Then give to the money to Dustin and his charity. He wasn't saying that for the press, for management or to look good to the UFC. Well, maybe he wanted to impress Dustin, but judging by the tired look on his face that wasn't going to work.

"That money doesn't have to go to your charity you know. That is for you, that is fight bonus money"

"Fuck you! I don't need your pity money. I don't need a fucking fight of the night bonus from you man. That's the most patronising shit I've ever heard!" Dustin growled. He watched his opponent nod his head and take his hat off, and put it in his lap.

"I'm sorry" Khabib says.

"Get out"

"You were interim champ. I'm now undisputed champ. Show me some respect, yes?" He asked. Before he can answer, he freezes as Khabib is in his face brushing his lips against his own. It's unexpected, but it doesn't feel weird. Again like in the fight, Khabib is demanding something from him and he feels to depressed to resist. He kissed him back, running his hand around his neck as his opponent brought their tongues together.

Dustin could barely enjoy it, before the champ pulled back smiling. "Bathe, but don't put clothes on. You look nice, like this" Khabib said stroking his face, he got up, got his hat and walked out of the bathroom. Dustin grabbed his sponge and a bottle of gel, soaping himself clean. Until all the sweat, blood and fears were drowning in the tub.