Title: More Than Enough Love. -Chapter 2
Author: The Phoenix
Rating: NC - 17 (For later on)
Pairings: Uhm, heh.
Warnings: Somewhere along the line, this fic will display my personal views on love (and maybe life)... So be warned that there will be completely unconventional ideals of love, as well as some dark moments, like major depression and sadness. There may even be some really disturbing, heart-twisting moments. I will do my best to make certain chapters skip-able for those who don't want to read stuff like that (as in I will make sure the chapter only revolves around that one scene, and is mentioned in passing in later chapters)...
Disclaimer: I don't own the G-boys...I only lay claim on my mind and the characters I make up, but all the G-boys (and G-girls) are not mine... So yea... Don't sue me. ^_^

Summary/Notes: Competition has bloomed. Will it last the whole time they know each other? With the kind of guys they are, probably, but for the better. Yay, actiony. ^_^


"Wow, he's really graceful... Looks like he might even give Captain a run for his money." Jason, an older member of the M.A. Club, said to Quatre. He was watching the new student who was sparring with Ricky, one of the other older members. The tall boy looked down to the blond and smirked, then motioned around with a nod of his head. There were nearly three times as many people here watching the match as usual. "I guess he's attracting a lot of interest."

"Well, there is very rarely a new student during the year. Also.. There are rarely any Oriental students, I mean.. Look how much attention Heero has even though he's been here since last year." Quatre smiled and glanced over to the mentioned boy, who was wearing a band around his left arm that said 'taichou', captain in Japanese. In the Arab's eyes, Heero was very handsome with bronze skin and mussed medium brown hair. Quatre's smile turned into a knowing grin when Heero sent a look over at the blond.

"Match!" Ricky called out from his spot, dropped on one knee with one arm held up in a block. He looked up at the short Chinese boy, shock and awe in his expression. As Wu Fei moved back a few steps, Ricky stood. He was breathing hard and sweating heavily, something that wasn't seen much on the athlete. He bowed to the Oriental, finding a slight amusement in that he was still taller than the boy when they boy were bent over. As he stood he glanced to Heero, knowing how to push the right buttons. "Captain... I wonder how he fares against you."

"Hai.. I wonder as well.." The response was almost monotoned. Pulling off his armband and stepping forward, Heero smirked. He had been watching and judging the other Oriental, wanting to see how well the boy was trained. Moving to take up Ricky's spot, Heero bowed to Wu Fei and took up a stance as he watched the Chinese boy. He was going to go fast and hard, to see if the other could actually keep up, since he was obviously trained enough to keep an opponent on edge. Heero wondered how Wu Fei would deal with being pushed on edge himself. He nodded when the other got into a stance. "Hajimaru!"

Quatre watched as the two Oriental boys threw themselves into the sparring match. He couldn't draw his attention away even if he wanted. Heero wore loose black gi pants and tank top, he was barefoot and looked incredible. Wu Fei wore his white tunic pants and a blue tank top, his slippers had been kicked off when he had entered the school dojo. Quatre smirked when it became obvious as to what Heero was doing. He was trying to push the Chinese into a full defense or a full offense, since Wu Fei seemed to only try and drag out the match til his opponent got tired and made a mistake. Heero seemed to want a quick match.

The blonde smirked when he saw the fatal mistake. Heero came forward with a few open palmed hits, leaving open one single opening. Quatre and Jason knew the move, one that many happened to fall for. Wu Fei saw the opening and took it. He went in for a flat palm hit to Heero's chest, instincts telling him that the hit to the ribcage would wind the captain. He did not expect the Japanese boy to wrap an arm around his own and pull to try and knock him off balance. At the feel of the tug, Wu Fei used his dominate foot for balance, the other kicked out at first Heero's dominate then his off foot. He knocked the captain off balance, but it back-fired as the slightly taller youth twist his arm a bit, making him twist to avoid damage, which sent them both sprawling. Heero landed on top of the Chinese boy.

"Match." Wu Fei felt a little put off at how the Japanese boy was just smirking at him. He then realized that the other had yet to get off of him and there were people cat calling and cheering for their captain. Turning red, he tried to shove the more muscular boy off, feeling a little relieved when Heero seemed to get the hint and got up. Blinking at the offered hand, Wu Fei took it and let the captain pull him up to a stand. Pulling his hand free of the other's, he wondered why the other was making his touches linger. A small huff as he stepped back to bow to the victor of the battle.

Heero bowed in response to Wu Fei, but couldn't help the grin. He glanced over to Quatre, enjoying the look in the blond's eyes. He chuckled and looked back to the Chinese boy. He motioned for Wu Fei to follow him, then walked over to the bench that had towels on it. Turning, he was glad the other had followed. Tossing him a towel, he smirked. He sent a look at Jason, who nodded and made his way over with Quatre. What he said confused the raven haired boy. "Chang... accept my offer..."

"He means to say... Chang, we would like to extend the offer to join the team, for the duration of your stay here." Jason cast a look at Heero, who nodded. Quatre held out Wu Fei's tunic, which the Chinese boy took and slipped on once he had wiped the sheen of sweat from his exposed arms, face and neck. He buttoned it before taking his bag from the blond. Jason didn't realize the aggitation the boy felt at being caught in Heero's trick. "You gave a bunch of us a run for our money... I was surprised that you fell for Captain's feign mistake... but I guess everyone's fallen for it at least once."

With a huff, Wu Fei dropped the towel, then turned and stormed out. He only paused to slid open the door and step into his slippers. Quatre sighed and chased after, since he felt it was his duty to make sure the Chinese boy did not get lost. He gave a small wave to the others as he made his way through the door, into the small crowd of people who had left right after the match ended. Heero punched Jason in the bicep, smirking at the yelp from the taller boy. Shaking his head, he went to get a drink, explaining to Jason as he walked. "You hurt his pride... Not smart."

So... Are you enjoying? I hope so... I really want to go far with this one.. I am actually already working on the third chapter and I hope I get some people really interested in it.