THEY FIGHT FOR DOMINANCE TO SEE WHO TOPS IN ANGRY RIVAL HATE SEX (DEALER'S CHOICE AS TO WHO WINS)

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Rough hands coiled around Char's neck as Amuro desperately pinned the man against the bed, his thumbs pressing against his Adam's apple with all the strength he could, only for Char to push the brunette off him with seeming effortlessness. The blond choked as he thought to regain the fresh air that was lost in his lungs, rubbing his neck where Amuro had pressed as collected his composure. "You're getting stronger," Char mumbled to himself while Amuro got his bearings, the Commander having knocked the Gundam Pilot completely off the bed and onto the hard floor below. It didn't help that they found themselves in this bizarre, ridiculous predicament; that both men from opposite sides of the battlefield had to share a bed in neutral territory; that any known hostilities or actions of war could halt both their campaigns (and live) right there and then.

But Amuro pushed himself back up onto his feet, wiping his spit off from the corner of his mouth he rolled his eyes. "Thanks. I had to, since your forces insist on wiping us out all the time."

"Oh, didn't know a Feddie like you could harbour such hostility," Char smiled, which made Amuro's blood boil even more. "Since the lot of you would always run from us, even when you have the resources to wipe us all out, how sad-"

The Commander stopped, his smug, wicked smile only widening when he saw the bulge between the Pilot's legs. "Really, does getting riled up like this turn you on? How pathetic."

But Amuro didn't cower in shame. Instead, he smiled back. "I could say the same," the brunette laughed, and Char raised his eyebrows in confusion, only to then realise that he too sported a boner between his legs.

"Well...this is..." Char coughed, his hands moving to hide his reddening face. "Look. We're both in a compromised situation. Why don't we just settle this once and for all."

"Gladly," Amuro said. An awkward pause yawned between them. "H-how exactly?"

Char prided himself in his practically. "We strip naked, of course," he shrugged, already in the process of taking off his clothes. "I normally find things like this resolve themselves when you take care of them. There's no point on holding it off."

Reluctantly Amuro followed Char's lead until they were both naked. Both men's eyes raked against the other's body, their cocks hard and dripping with pre. "So, uh. What happens ne-"

Char was quick to initiate, stepping towards Amuro he kissed the Pilot on the lips, sending heat and confusion straight into his brain. Everything was a blur of more bruises and kisses after that, until once more Amuro found himself sitting on top of the Red Comet.

"Hah! I win!" Amuro declared triumphantly as he looked over the enemy Commander, only to then moan in panic and pleasure when Char suddenly forced the Pilot deep onto his thick, ready prick.