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“This place fucking reeks…”, Solo muttered to himself as he stepped down the hallway of the great boxing arena stadium, “Laplace wasn’t lying to me when he scoped this place out earlier though, no doubt this is the modern world’s version of the gladiator’s ring! I can’t wait to get out of here later…!”.  

The Murian warrior wrinkled his nose at the lingering smell of blood and sweat that clung to the concrete walls around him. The flickering yellow lights hanging from the ceiling above had seen countless fighters before him, silently marking their path to the buzzing chatter of excited spectators awaiting their turn in the arena viewboxes ahead. Among the various putrid scents in the air, one in particular stood out, and for better or worse, Solo recognized it all too well. He lifted his rubellite-red eyes from the arena floor and focused on the concrete column ahead, narrowing his gaze in recognition.

“Tch! What are you doing here, Geo?!”, Solo spoke harshly as he added promptly, “Don’t tell me you’ve come to try and distract me before my fight!”. 

Geo Stelar lifted his head, unfolding his crossed arms and leaning off the large pillar. He smiled in a friendly manner as he approached Solo with, “Oh come on Solo, don’t be like that! I came to wish you good luck on your final!”. The spiky-haired brunette chuckled while saying, “To be honest, I had no idea you were in boxing, let alone fighting outside of your wave change form!”. 

Solo rolled his eyes, slightly annoyed by the shorter man’s cheerful greeting. “So what if I’m fighting? Don’t get the wrong idea, I’m only doing this for the prize money, nothing more”, he said gruffly, crossing his arms. “For your information, I can very well fight outside of my Rogue form, thank you very much. I’m not some dependent weakling who can only fight with alien powers and the power of friendship. I don’t need any help to win this match”. 

Geo continued to smile as he remarked, “Well, as your rival, I thought it would be respectful to wish you luck before the match! Given your skills, I highly doubt you’ll need it, but it's a nice feeling to hold onto!”. He then added with a chuckle, “I'll totally be cheering you on, Solo! Good luck out there, and please try not to break anything!”, still showcasing his enthusiasm.

Solo tried to keep a straight face and scoff at his rival's friendly demeanor, but he couldn't help but feel slightly touched by the gesture of support. Not that he'd ever admit it aloud, of course. "Hmph, I don't need luck. I don't need your damn support either. But...", he trailed off, looking away to hide the small blush that crossed his almond-colored cheeks. "I suppose it's a good thing to have a rival who's strong enough to push my limits. So... thanks, Geo”, the last few words coming out more softly than Solo intended them to be. 

Geo was about to say something when the sound of his HunterVG went off loudly, surprising him. The brunette stammered with, “Oh my stars-! Whoops! I only had just about enough time to catch you in the hallway before you got to the arena!”. He quickly silenced his device while saying, “Please forgive me for cutting our talk short, Solo! I’ll see you out in the arena pretty soon!”. With that, the shorter man had quickly scampered off down the large corridor while waving goodbye.

Solo narrowed his eyes as he watched Geo depart, amused yet slightly frustrated at their conversation being cut short. He then shook his head, grumbling to himself, "Dumbass... why does he always have to be so annoyingly cheerful? Can't he see how that kind of personality pisses me off?". He took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the upcoming fight. As he made his way towards the arena, a small smirk crept across his face. Deep down, Solo knew he'd always admired their little chats. Perhaps he might be able to talk to Geo again after the match? 

Entering the arena, Solo's eyes briefly searched the area for any sign of the cheerful brunette, but he decided to shake the thought away. What was that line that Geo always said to himself before their sparring matches? Something along the lines of ‘needing to lock in’?  Well then, Solo was going to do just that! After all, there was no way he was going to lose, especially not where his rival could see it! 

As the rain of applause went on in the background as Solo walked under the trail of bright show lights, the Murian man swore further under his breath while he got the crink out of his neck. He then raised his left hand as he snapped it once in front of his bodysuit, closing his eyes to focus on the form he wanted it to take. The EM waves which comprised his uniform warped around him, dispelling the fabric top half of his body. It then raised itself above his legs, now donning a perfect pair of Murian boxing shorts. There was an odd silence as Solo continued down the walkway, raising his left hand again but this time clapping them once. His unparalled EM manipulation skills allowed him to form a pair of boxing gloves around his fists and tighten the laces around his boots. Solo’s fierce rubellite-red eyes continued to look ahead as the roars that came from his small show were almost deafening.

The mighty warrior of Mu stepped into the ring, his gaze intense and unwavering. The crowd's cheers and roars filled his ears, but he paid them no mind. His focus was on the match ahead. He bounced on his heels a few times, getting used to the feel of the gloves on his hands. He flexed his fingers inside the gloves, adjusted his stance, and fixed his gaze on the side of the ring area where his opponent would be entering through soon, a determined expression on his face.

He was ready.

It had been quite some time since Solo had fought an opponent one-on-one using just his fists. Even during his days in the Murian army, few dared to challenge him to a duel. As the bright lights of the arena illuminated him, they highlighted the array of healed scars and wounds he had collected throughout his service as a squad captain during his militia tours. His tan skin made his spiky white hair stand out even more, perfect for the photographers who captured endless shots of him in the ring. 

Solo could barely hear his thoughts over the cheers, the shouts of bets being placed, and the buzzing crowd in the background. Despite all this, he did his best to steel his nerves and prepare for his competitor's arrival. He glanced around the arena, taking in the sights and sounds of the event. His rubellite-red eyes briefly caught the flashes of cameras directed at him, but he quickly redirected his attention back to the ring. He was aware that he was the center of attention, at least for the moment. Bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet, he was ready to spring into action. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, his muscles were tense, and his mind was clear and focused… just the way he liked it.

The announcer and the referee soon entered the ring as cheers erupted from the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen, and fans from all over the world!”, the announcer exclaimed into the microphone. “Tonight, we present a one-of-a-kind exhibition match sponsored by Amaken! Our fighters will compete for a $25,000 zenni jackpot in this winner-takes-all competition!” The announcer chuckled as he added, “After holding two separate battle royales, the last man standing from that bloody free-for-all will face off here tonight for the title of ‘The Strongest Fighter in California’!”. The crowd reacted with oohs and aahs as the announcer proclaimed, “Now, we present to you the two fighters who have earned their places in tonight’s match!”.

“Standing here at 6’0, weighing in at 195 pounds, hailing from lost the continent of Mu, and the mysterious fighter who caught our attention by taking down all 200 applicants he was placed against in the preliminary battle royale event… none other than the legendary fighter right now standing in the challenger’s blue corner, Solo!!!”, the announcer cried out as the crowd went wild. The white-haired warrior’s heart raced as the announcer listed his credentials, his eyes widening slightly at the amount of attention he was getting. The crowd's cheers and applause echoed in his ears, filling him with a sense of adrenaline. He tried to keep his emotions in check, reminding himself that he was here to win and not to bask in the glory. Solo clenched his fists tightly, bouncing lightly on his feet once again as he waited for his opponent to be introduced.

The announcer pointed to the opposite side of the arena as he shouted, “Will Solo stand a chance tonight against the reigning champion of these exhibition matches?! You all this fighter as well as I do, the two-time champion of the title of ‘The Strongest Fighter in California’!!”. Roars came from the crowd as the announcer cried out, “Defending his title for the third year in the row… standing at 5’8 and weighing in at 180 pounds, hailing from Skid Row, his deceiving appearance is deadly for anyone who’s challenged his title! Everyone absolutely give it up for… the one and only Patrick Sprigs in the red champion’s corner!!!”.

Solo tensed slightly as the announcer introduced his opponent, the reigning champion and two-time title holder. Solo had vaguely remembered hearing of him before from Geo. This… good friend of Geo’s was a skilled fighter with a deadly reputation, no doubt about it. The Murian warrior narrowed his eyes challengingly as he took a closer look at the green-haired man now appearing in the red corner, wearing a pair of white-and-black boxer shorts. Although he was about three inches shorter than Solo, that didn't mean he was weak. Solo knew better than to underestimate an opponent based solely on their size, and Geo Stelar was a prime example of that fact. Just then, his train of thought was cut off at the sound of cheering that was coming from a different tone than just combat excitement. 

Shouts of squealing fangirling were heard as two of the cheerleaders entered the arena holding up signs for the company sponsoring the event and the time the matches would last before the bell. It was none other than Sonia Strumm and… Geo Stelar?! Solo knew them both better as Harp Note and Shooting Star Megaman, but seeing the heroic duo here was something else. “Whoa’s” and endless pictures were taken as the shorter man and the pink-haired woman were both in skimpy cheerleader's clothing. “Oh my goodness, that’s Sonia Strumm! She’s the world’s top pop idol!”, someone from the crowd cried out as someone else added, “Is that Geo Stelar?! He’s the pride and joy of Echo Ridge, a true femboy crown beauty!”. The spiky brunette-haired man chuckled as he waved to the crowd while sustaining the board clock high above him, watching as some happily waved back and blew kisses at him. 

Geo wore a black-and-red uniform that consisted of a crop top and a miniskirt, leaving very little to the imagination. He also had on tight black latex thigh-highs, the material clinging to his plump thighs. Combined with red high-heel pumps, the entire outfit was eye-catching, and Solo found himself staring longer than he intended. Suddenly, it hit him like a truck that the cheerleader’s outfit matched the exact colors of his Rogue form. Solo quickly connected the dots and realized that Geo had been rushing to get ready for this event… just for him. There was a small, almost imperceptible blush spread across his cheeks at the realization. Solo grumbled under his breath as he tried to regain his focus on the fight ahead. His usual aloof and confident facade was close to crumbling with this little stunt that the brunette was pulling. He would privately admit to himself that he found it oddly endearing, but right now, he had a match to win, and he could not afford to be distracted by his cheerful opponent. 

He glanced over one last time at Geo, who was looking at him with that usual cute expression of his again. Solo felt his heart rate quicken at the sight of the brunette pretending to stumble over his heels while waving the clock board, causing his thighs and curvy backside to bounce slightly. Sonia, dressed in a light pink and white cheerleader outfit, approached Geo to inform him that they would be leaving the arena soon. He nodded to her and then turned to Solo, giggling and making sure to emphasize the way his plush pink lips moved, the shiny lip gloss glimmering under the lights. Solo almost damn near lost it. How on Earth could he focus on the fight with his damn rival being such a teasing little brat? He let out a deep breath to try and calm himself down. Solo shot his rival a glare that said, "I'll get you for this later". Geo chuckled as he winked at him, blowing him a kiss that replied wordlessly with, “Go get 'em, tiger~”.  

The two cheerleaders left the arena, with Geo calling out, “Good luck, Solo!”. He swayed his wide hips as he walked away from the caged-off area. Chuckling softly to himself, he felt satisfied that he had ‘properly motivated’ Solo to win the exhibition match now. Meanwhile, the Murian warrior struggled to hold back a curse at the sight of Geo's retreating form. His mind was now completely consumed with thoughts of that teasing brat, completely forgetting about the match. He couldn't help but feel frustrated that his rival could work him up and fluster him so easily with just a bit of teasing.

No matter, he would have his chance later…! 

“Gentlemen, to your places!” the announcer called out as he stepped out of the arena. The referee signaled for both men to come to the center of the ring, indicating that the match was about to begin. Solo took a deep breath as the announcer spoke. It was almost time. He could feel the tension in the air and the excitement of the crowd, their loud cheers filling the arena as they anticipated the start of the fight. His opponent, Pat Sprigs, stood in front of him with a cocky smile that suggested he wasn't taking Solo seriously.

“No holding back, you two! Give these folks a good show! Remember, if you get knocked down, you have ten seconds to get back on your feet, or it’s a KO!” the referee began to explain, but Pat interrupted him with a chuckle. “I’m no rookie. I don’t need to hear this, ref. Though considering that the… ‘man’ in front of me ‘got his hair as white as a fossil, you might need to say it again”. Solo sneered wordlessly while the referee shook his head and replied, “Every fighter needs to hear the rules, Pat! Take your stances!”. Solo squared his shoulders as the referee called for them to take their marks. The adrenaline was pumping through his veins, and the determination in his eyes was almost palpable. The referee then stepped back, watching as both men put up their dukes. “Begin!” the referee shouted, and the bell rang loudly throughout the stadium.

Round one had finally come, and this was it! It was the right time for Solo to prove his might and earn the title of ‘The Strongest Fighter in California’!  

Solo didn’t hesitate; he lunged toward his opponent without wasting any time. He needed to win this match, especially since he had a lot to prove to his rival, and he wasn’t about to lose in front of him. Pat responded by stepping forward to meet Solo as he charged, not intimidated by Solo’s aggressive approach; instead, it seemed to fuel his determination. A large smirk appeared on the green-haired man’s face as he countered Solo’s lunge and threw the first punch at the Murian warrior. Solo anticipated the punch and easily dodged it. He quickly ducked, weaving out of the way of the attack, and in one swift motion, he countered with a punch of his own, aiming for Pat’s head in hopes of landing a blow hard enough to knock him off balance. 

However, Pat was quick to counter, utilizing his shorter stature to his advantage. He managed to sidestep Solo’s punch and countered with an uppercut to the face. The impact caused the white-haired man to stumble back, slightly dazed. He had underestimated Pat’s reaction time and speed, but he wasn’t going to let one attack knock him down. Solo quickly shook off the pain and regained his composure. He knew he couldn’t let up now; there was no time for underestimating his opponent. He lunged forward once more, going on the offensive again, and threw another punch, this time aiming for Pat’s stomach. The green-haired man was prepared for this attack as he quickly blocked it, his reflexes almost inhuman in their speed. He then stepped back to distance himself from Solo and counterattacked with a barrage of punches.

Solo grunted as he tried to block the barrage of punches. Many of them landed, and he felt the impact of each one. Pat was undeniably strong and wasn't going to be beaten easily. This was a good thing, as Solo always enjoyed a good challenge, after all. If Pat Sprigs was showing him this amount of strength now, the white-haired warrior wondered if the green-haired man could continue giving him a good challenge or eventually bore him. Part of Solo relished in the excitement of combat, though he managed to keep his adrenaline contained. The white-haired warrior continued to defend himself, blocking as many blows as he could and dodging the rest. He waited patiently for an opening, a brief moment when Pat's guard would drop, allowing Solo to launch his counterattack.

Finally, he got an opening!

There was a brief moment when Pat’s left guard was down, and Solo seized the opportunity. He delivered a powerful punch that struck the shorter man in the side, and he felt the impact resonate through his fist. Caught off guard by the sudden counterattack, Pat stumbled back slightly. Solo was determined not to let this chance slip away. He quickly followed up with another blow, this time aiming for Pat’s chin. Putting all his weight behind the punch, he hoped to unbalance his opponent and possibly knock him down. The blow connected, sending Pat stumbling backward once again. The force of Solo’s punch had certainly taken its toll. However, the green-haired man was persistent; he quickly regained his footing and prepared for another assault. But Solo didn’t give him time to mount a counterattack. He lunged forward once more, striking with yet another punch aimed at Pat’s stomach. Solo had to maintain the pressure, ensuring he wouldn’t allow his opponent to recover and land another solid strike.

Pat let out a loud groan as the punch landed, his stomach absorbing the blow. He stumbled back, clearly winded this time, and it seemed Solo's assault was finally having an effect. However, Solo was persistent and didn’t look ready to back down just yet. He pressed forward, not giving Pat any time to recover. Solo continued to throw short, quick punches, targeting Pat’s body and face wherever he could find an opening. He knew he had the advantage now and wasn’t about to let it slip away, at least, not without a fight.

Cheers and roars came from the crowd as the announcer shouted, “Such ferocity and the match has just begun!! Don’t you dare look away folks, this match has just begun!!”. The referee was doing his best to observe the match, but even he struggled to keep up with the slowly increasing speed and power behind Solo's and Pat’s blow exchange. “Would you look at that?! It looks like the ‘Solitary Warrior of Mu’ is seeing whether or not the ‘Thunderstuck’ champion can put his title belt where his mouth is!!”, the announcer cried out as the roars to the arena were getting louder. Solo was in the zone now. His mind was completely focused on the match. All background noise, including the roar of the crowd and even the announcer’s commentary, faded into the background. All that mattered right now was the match itself and the opponent he was facing. He could feel himself falling into a sort of rhythm: attack, dodge, counter, repeat. Solo needed to maintain this pace, keep up the offensive, and not give Pat any room to breathe.

The fighter from Mu maintained his barrage of punches, increasing their speed and power with each strike. Pat was beginning to struggle to keep up with Solo’s onslaught, as his blocks and dodges were becoming less and less effective. The Murian warrior could feel himself starting to gain the upper hand, though he knew it was too soon to celebrate. Solo especially wasn’t going to let himself get too cocky and lose, unwilling to risk becoming the laughingstock among all these people. He definitely wasn’t going to lose in front of Geo, and that thought stirred a strange sense of anger within him. Solo charged forward, attacking with even more intensity than before. He threw punches continuously, each one aimed at landing a hit. Pat was beginning to run out of steam, but he wasn’t ready to give up just yet. Solo, however, had no intention of letting up until he either won or his opponent was completely down for the count.

Finally, Solo saw a glimpse of weakness in Pat’s defenses. It wasn’t much, just a slight opening, but it was all he needed. He quickly moved in, launching one final strike at his opponent. The blow landed hard, connecting with the man’s chest, and that was all it took to knock Pat down. The referee quickly ran up to the duo as he began to count loudly from one. “One! Two! Three! Four! Five-!”, the man cried out as the cameras and cheers rang out throughout the stadium. The green-haired man spat out a tooth as he wiped his mouth with, “Fuck!! Ya got me good, you white-haired bastard…! You won’t be so lucky this time, though!”, Pat said tauntingly as he practically shot up by the count of seven. He raised his fists as the audience shouted out to him, now turning his gaze to the white-haired man. “That's the best you've got, you Shadow the Hedgehog-ass-wannabe?!”, Pat shouted challengingly as he had a different aura to him now, getting into his fighting stance.

Solo shook his head as he watched his opponent get back up onto his feet. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the man’s taunts, but he also couldn’t deny it got his blood pumping even more. He raised his own fists as he faced his opponent with, “Not even close”, he replied in a low, almost bored tone. His face gave no hint of emotion or weakness, a byproduct of his time training in the Murian army. It was just the same stoic expression that he always had, mixed with a slightly bloodthirsty gleam in his rubellite-red eyes. The combatants quickly started to circle each other, each watching the other carefully, looking for any signs of weakness or an opening. Solo’s breathing was even, but underneath, he was practically vibrating with adrenaline and anticipation. He knew this wasn’t going to be an easy fight, and he was ready. 

Pat suddenly lunged forward with a punch, but Solo saw it coming. He quickly dodged out of the way, letting the attack sail past his face by a mere inch. At the same time, he took the opportunity to counterattack, aiming a punch of his own at the other man’s gut. The heavy blow landed, and Solo could feel the impact of his attack on Pat rattle through his fist. The green-haired man grunted loudly as it hit, but he didn’t back down. He just went right back into attacking, launching another punch at Solo that was just as quick and strong as the previous one. Solo had to quickly duck out of the way to avoid the attack. He could feel his heartbeat getting faster with each passing moment, the adrenaline pumping strongly through his veins. Pat was good, there was no question about it. But Solo wasn’t about to give up, not when he was this close to victory.

The pace picked up even more. Both men were now attacking faster and harder than before, each blow stronger than the previous one. Solo was constantly dodging and dodging, occasionally countering with some of his own. His mind was completely focused on the fight, completely immersed in the rush of battle. Suddenly, Pat managed to land a solid punch on Solo’s face, causing the Murian warrior to become disoriented for a few moments. The almond-toned man stumbled back, feeling a trickle of blood run down his nose, but couldn’t let it get to him now. He cursed under his breath as he wiped the blood away with a flick of his wrist, recovering quickly. Solo countered with a fierce lunge forward, launching a flurry of quick jabs at his opponent. Pat tried to block the jabs, but Solo’s attacks were too fast and too strong. 

One of his blows connected with Pat’s chin, snapping his head back. The green-haired man stumbled a bit, clearly affected by the blow, and Solo saw his chance for a bit of payback. Taking advantage of the brief moment of disorientation, Solo unleashed a barrage of blows that connected with Pat’s face and chest. Pat was stumbling now, struggling to keep up with the Murian man’s relentless attacks. The other fighter stumbled back, his own blood joining Solo’s on the ring now. He shook his head, trying to regain his bearings, but Solo wasn’t giving him any time to catch his breath. The white-haired warrior kept up the onslaught, not letting his shorter opponent get any chance at recovery. 

Roars continued coming from the crowd as well as cheers for each fighter, as Geo watched the match from the sidelines with Sonia. “Please… hang in there, Solo!”, he shouted, clutching his hands together. “Oh, he’ll be fine, Geo. We’ve both fought him at one point in our EM wave forms. Let him do his warrior thing! Stop worrying so much about him”, the pink-haired woman said as she downed an ice-cold beer. “I can’t help it, Sonia!”, the brunette man replied to his ex-girlfriend as he shouted once more, “You can do it, Solo! Show us the might of a true Murian warrior!!”. Solo didn’t even acknowledge the cries of support from the crowd. He was laser-focused on his opponent, and the only thing on his mind right now was beating him. He didn’t even think about the fact that Geo was watching the fight, cheering him on. Though the thought of it did bring a slight flush to his cheeks. He would worry about that later, though! 

Right now, Solo had a match to win.

Pat, in the meantime, was struggling. His defenses were starting to shatter, and Solo could see it. The green-haired man’s eyes were unfocused, and he was moving slower, his blocks and dodges no longer as precise and effective. Solo was wearing him down. But he couldn’t let up just yet; he had to keep up the assault until he was sure his opponent was down for the count. Just the bell rang loudly, signaling the end of the first round of the match. The announcer cried out, “That marks the end of round one, everyone!! Both fighters have done marvelously this first round!! Hold your suspense, because round two will be starting soon!”. Pat sneered as he said while walking away, “Not bad… old timer”, referencing Solo’s white-hair despite the tan fighter being in his early 20’s. The green-haired man walked back to his corner of the arena, where his coach handed him a towel and some water while giving him strategic advice. 

Solo ignored the green-haired man’s jabs at his appearance as he walked back to his corner, breathing a bit heavier than usual. Round one had taken a toll on him physically, but it was nothing he hadn’t dealt with before. He felt a surge of adrenaline still flowing through his veins, and he could still see the spark of determination in Pat’s eyes; the man wasn’t defeated yet. Solo knew he would have to work that much harder in this next round. Not that he minded in the slightest. It just made things more interesting! He grabbed a towel of his own and wiped the sweat and blood off his face. The white-haired warrior could hear Pat and his coach discussing some sort of strategy, but he didn’t pay it any mind. He knew the man wasn’t going to back down that easily, and Solo was ready for whatever the other man threw at him. He glanced out over the crowd, taking in the eager stares and cheers directed towards him. Even if the fight was only just starting, those present were loving it, hanging onto the edge of their seats in anticipation.

Medics came quickly to patch up the cut that Pat had caused on Solo’s face, the Murian warrior absently listening to their praises as the medical staff patched him up. Another squad went to put a few bandages over where Pat’s arms and shoulders had taken a toll. Solo had no coach to speak of, at least physically. In reality, his EM companion, and dare he say, his right-hand man and advisor, Laplace, assumed that role of ‘coach’. “Bzzzzzt. Tssssss. Zzzzzz. (Master Solo, you are fighting incredibly well. I have stayed off to the sidelines just as you requested, and took notes of your techniques)”, Laplace buzzed, his words coming through clearly to the Murian warrior who effortlessly understood him. 

Solo listened intently to the buzzing of his EM companion, nodding in acknowledgement. He knew that Laplace was watching the match and keeping an eye on things, even if he was hidden among the crowd of heads in the area. “Thank you, Laplace. Your presence is always appreciated”, he muttered back. He knew that the navy-EM body was doing his part by keeping watch, and Solo was thankful for it. He also knew that his yellow-eyed companion was an invaluable source of knowledge and advice and had more than a few times provided insight or tactics that Solo himself had never thought of before. “...Can you finally give me a proper rundown of Pat, Laplace?”, the white-haired warrior man muttered as he waited for his navy-EM body to respond. 

Laplace nodded as he then added with a couple of buzzes, “Ssssssssst. Tssssssss. Szzzzzzt. (I can, master. Not only is Patrick Sprigs accompanied by an EM companion, but he has two of them. You could even say that they are twin companions. By nature, humans who host EM bodies are stronger than those who have never wave changed. I cannot fathom the sheer strength it takes to wield two at the same time)”. The navy and yellow-eyed companion’s small black pupils appeared, indicating he was dead serious when he said, “Zzzzzzzt. Sssssssttttt. Zzzzzzzzsss. Tbbbbbbbbbb. (Master, that fighter is not as normal as he appears. I sense that he is intentionally allowing you to take the upper hand in order to observe your strengths and weaknesses. You must not waver! I understand that you have chosen to refrain from using your natural abilities during the match, so you need to be even more cautious!)”. 

Solo's expression hardened at Laplace's warnings. He knew his companion was never wrong when it came to sensing others' capabilities, especially the power of other EM warriors. Pat was undoubtedly stronger than he was letting on, and if he was truly holding back, then the match was nowhere near over yet. Solo nodded in acknowledgement. “Don’t worry, Laplace. Rest assured that I know what I'm doing. I'm not going to let my guard down, and I'm sure as hell not going to go easy on him”, he replied quietly. Laplace nodded understandingly as his eyes returned to normal while speaking with, “Zzzzzzzzzt. Tsssssszt. Zzzzzzst. Zzzzzzzzzz. (For your sake, Master Solo… I, Laplace, your trusty sword and sworn squire, hold the utmost faith in your power. I believe you will win this match even without utilizing any of your natural Murian abilities)”. 

The announcer came on the microphone again to shout, “Who’s ready for round two?! I sure am! We are a couple of seconds away from picking up this match again!!”. Solo's expression turned grim, only because he was going to truly take this fight seriously now. He could feel the adrenaline still pumping through his veins, and he knew that this next round was going to be even more intense than the last one. He took a few deep breaths, pausing to refocus his mind and body. Glancing at Pat, he observed his opponent's stance and expression. Pat remained cautious, analyzing the situation and waiting for the right moment. Solo cracked his knuckles and rolled his toned shoulders, feeling prepared. He was always ready for a challenge. He was determined to win this match, even without the natural advantages of being a Murian man in his prime!

Laplace bowed his head as he spoke in a determined tone, “Zzzzzzzzts. Sssssssttsss. Zzzzzzts. (Final son of Mu, you hold the honor of our homeland in your hands. Fight earnestly, master! May the stars shine positively on your journey toward inevitable victory!!)”. Solo nodded subtly at Laplace, appreciating the EM companion's words of encouragement. With that, the navy and yellow-eyed EM companion floated away to the sidelines as the white-haired man steeled himself for combat again. He then took a deep breath and rolled his shoulders once more, preparing himself for the next round. He could feel the eyes of the audience on him, their gazes filled with excitement and anticipation. He steeled his expression and focused all his attention on the task at hand.

The bell rang, signaling the start of the next round. Solo clenched his fists, feeling the tension in his limbs. 

Round 2 had officially begun!

As the match started again, Solo was the first to attack. He launched himself forward, throwing a quick jab at Pat’s stomach. The green-haired man blocked it easily and countered with a swift punch to Solo's jaw. The blow landed, and Solo could feel a sharp burst of pain shoot through his face. The Murian warrior didn't let it faze him; he had experienced worse before. He pushed through the pain and retaliated with a powerful kick, catching Pat off guard. The shorter man stumbled back, caught off balance by the surprise attack. Solo knew this was his chance to press the attack, and he went for it. He rained a series of quick blows down on the man, each one stronger than the last.

Geo from the sidelines seemed tense as he watched Solo fight on by the arena, hoping feverishly for the white-haired warrior’s victory. Sonia was beginning to get a bit tipsy as she said in an annoyed yet drunken tone, “Geo…! For the last time, he’s gonna be fine!”, slamming down her drink onto the cheerleader’s spectating table. The spiky-haired man sighed as he spoke, “I know that already! It’s just… it pains me to see Solo in pain! I’ve never liked fighting him for this exact reason! I saw how the medics were patching him up as the first round ended and… and…! Ooh, I just hope Solo wins!”. Sonia rolled her light-green eyes as she enunciated her drunkenness and annoyance with, “Geo. You’re being way too gay for your own good again. Just watch the fight without worrying already! You don’t have to look like one of those cute maidens in the fairy tales who bless knights!”. Geo blushed as he stammered with, “Sonia! Shut up! It’s not funny!!”, nudging the pink-haired woman in the arm roughly.

Solo didn’t pay any mind to the people in the audience; his focus was solely on the fight at hand. He could sense that Pat wasn’t going down that easily, but he was certainly getting winded. Solo’s attacks were quick and precise, and his movements were fluid like water. He was in his element, and it showed. Pat was slowly being pushed back, clearly having difficulty keeping up with Solo’s onslaught. The white-haired warrior knew it was too early to celebrate. Solo would admit that he had underestimated his opponent somewhat before, and he wasn’t about to make that mistake again. Pat managed to block one of Solo's punches and countered with a blow that forced the white-haired fighter to stagger back. Solo gritted his sharp teeth at the impact, the pain shooting through his body. But he didn't let it slow him down. He lunged forward again, throwing another series of punches at Pat, each one stronger and faster than the last. 

Laplace’s words seemed to hold water after all, and Solo could tell. Pat had picked up his strength and speed since round one, knowing that the Murian man was beginning to tire slightly. The green-haired man carried himself differently, too, with an even more aggressive look to his eyes compared to the lazy and carefree ones previously. Solo could feel the shift in Pat’s attitude and fighting style as well. The green-haired man was getting more serious about the fight. Solo knew that he couldn’t afford to let his guard down, not even for a second. The warrior from Mu had to put more effort into his attacks and be more careful with defending against his opponents’ attacks. It was obvious that Pat had been hiding his true potential until now, and Solo was beginning to question whether he could win this fight without using his full power. 

The white-haired man almost chuckled at the thought that crossed his mind. There were only a handful of people he would ever consider using his full power against in battle, and the fact that the two-time champion of these exhibition matches was one of them… amused him. If the audience expected an even more intense fight, he was ready to deliver. Solo decided to go all in, relying on his raw power to face Pat while deliberately refraining from using any of his natural talents. His body had been honed through years of rigorous training and combat, so it wasn’t exactly a gift per se. As he fought, Solo narrowed his eyes, and his movements grew more fierce and precise as he slowly let go of the restraint he had on his over his adrenaline. He could feel the power pumping through his veins, making him feel more alive than ever.

Pat was giving it everything he had, and Solo recognized the determination in the man's eyes. This fueled his own motivation to win. Solo remained committed to his personal beliefs, choosing to rely solely on his physical strength and skill to secure victory rather than resorting to special powers or abilities. The fight continued, the two men moving with incredible speed and ferocity. Solo was putting up a good fight, but he was starting to tire. Pat was relentless in his attacks, and it was taking everything Solo had to keep up. The Murian warrior could feel the sweat dripping down his face, and the cuts and bruises from before were starting to ache more and more. Solo gritted his teeth, unwilling to back down. He couldn’t show any weakness, not in front of Pat, not in front of the audience. Solo had a reputation to maintain, and he wasn’t about to let his honor be tarnished. He pushed forward, launching himself at Pat with a powerful punch.

The blow landed, forcing Pat to stagger back. Solo could see the look of surprise and pain on the man’s face, and it gave him a small sense of satisfaction. But he knew that he couldn’t let up, not even for a moment. He had to keep up the pressure! The announcer came on the microphone to say, “Amazing!! This exhibition boxing match is unlike anything I’ve ever seen before!! Such a wonderful display of strength and determination on full blast!!”. Cheers and photos were taken by the audience, as the brunette-haired man was still clutching his hands together in a silent prayer that Solo would pull through for his victory. “It seems like Solo has got Pat on the ropes! Cockiness doesn’t tempt the mysterious Murian warrior in the slightest! What a stellar showcase of sportsmanship, folks!! Don’t tear your eyes away from this match for even a moment!!”. Roars of applause, the stomping of feet, and chants came from the audience, each one of them wondering who would come out on top. 

Solo could feel the excitement from the audience, the yells of the crowd, and the flashing of cameras. He could hear the announcer over the loudspeaker, his words loud and excited. Although Solo wasn’t paying much attention to any of it, since all his focus was on the fight itself. He could sense that Pat was getting tired, and he knew that he had a good chance of winning this. Solo pushed through the pain and exhaustion, his attacks becoming more intense and powerful as he pressed his advantage. Pat was starting to show signs of wear and tear, his movements becoming sluggish and his reaction time getting slower. Solo could see the desperation in his amber-colored eyes, the realization that he was on the losing end of this fight. It made Solo’s determination all the stronger, his resolve unwavering.

“Ooh!! Come on, Solo!! I know you can do it!!”, Geo cried out from the audience, “Solo! Solo! Solo! Go for it, Solo!!”. Sonia was surely tipsy by this point as she slurred, “Geo…! Shut up!! We get it! You’ve got a fat crush on this guy!”. The shorter man blushed bright red as he replied, “S-S-Sonia!! T-T-That’s-!!”, as the pink-haired woman cut him off with, “For the love of the-! Geo! Do you know what you look like right now?! You look like a schoolgirl cheering on her crush during a school fight! Are you even aware of how feminine you look right now?! You look like a damn girly-girl, for crying out loud!”. 

The spiky-haired man was not expecting such bluntness from his ex-girlfriend as he looked away with, “Sonia…”. He took a deep breath and forced himself to look back at the fight, knowing that Solo was giving it his all out there. As his rival and the man he loved, Geo was going to give it his all as well and cheer Solo on with everything he had. “You better win this, Solo!!”, Geo cried out as he tugged on the hem of the black-and-red skimpy cheerleaders’ skirt while standing up and shouting, “I-I-I’ll renounce you as a rival if you don’t win! So you better give it your all, you hear me?!?!”. 

Solo could hear the excited cheers and cries from the audience, but the only voice that truly resonated with him was Geo's. The spiky-haired man's words, though tinged with competitiveness, were encouraging and supportive. This new surge of energy rushed through Solo as he absorbed this encouragement and immersed himself in the fight. He wasn't just fighting for himself anymore; he was determined to win for Geo as well. The thought of being recognized as a rival motivated Solo more than anything else, and he fought with everything he had left.

As much as he would never admit it out loud, he cared for Geo more than anything else. Geo was the same bunny-like man who had bested him several times as Shooting Star Megaman and always offered to grab food with him afterward. Geo had a special way of bothering Solo with his cheerful smile and infectious laughter, a sound that made Solo's cold exterior crumble each time he heard it. Geo had a talent for being adorable, even while trying to bring Solo out of his shell and encourage him to reconnect with others. No one had ever cheered for Solo like this before; no one had worn his colors to represent him in an arena packed with people. 

Solo fought with a new fire inside him, fueled by a mix of determination and something else, something more profound. Pat could see Solo’s change in attitude, and it caught him off guard. The Murian warrior was fighting with a new intensity, a new ferocity that Pat had never seen before. It was like Solo had something to prove, something more than just winning this match. The green-haired fighter felt a bit worried at this change, knowing that Solo was a handful even when he wasn’t serious. Now that Solo was giving it his all, if he already didn’t know it before, now Pat knew he was in for a tough fight. 

“Solo!”, Geo chanted as he stomped his heels on the ground, getting the audience hyped up and chanting his name with him. “Solo! Solo! Solo! Solo!”, he cried out as he put every ounce of his affection and admiration for the taller Murian warrior behind his words. The sound of Geo’s voice in the crowd was like a soothing balm to Solo’s soul. He could feel the brunette man’s words pouring over him, washing away all the doubt and uncertainty that he had. It was like a warm embrace, a gentle reminder of what he was fighting for. He was fighting for the honor of Mu, his EM companion Laplace, and most importantly, for the hand of Geo Stelar, the one and only, Shooting Star Megaman. 

Solo pushed through the aches and pains, the cuts and bruises, his entire focus solely on winning the fight and earning the praise of the man he now accepted that he loved. With each strike, he put more effort into his attacks, fueled by the sound of Geo’s voice and the cheers of the crowd. Pat was struggling to keep up with Solo’s new intensity, his attacks faster and more precise than ever. The green-haired man’s breathing was heavy, beads of blood and sweat ran down his face, but Solo didn’t let up the pressure or let him counterattack. The Murian warrior was fighting with everything he had, fighting for the man who supported him, who believed in him, who made him feel so many foreign emotions inside of him. Geo cheered on with the crowd, his own heart feeling like it was about to burst with the passion he felt for Solo.

“I believe in you, Solo! I know for sure you can win!! You have to…!! My shooting star!!!!!”, Geo shouted as the last phrase he said with his whole heart, straining his vocal cords to have his cry heard across the arena sidelines. 

Solo’s heart thumped in his chest, the words echoing in his ears. The phrase “my shooting star” echoed through his mind, over and over, like a prayer, a declaration of belief and trust and, dare he even think it… love? His mind was a mess; the realization of his feelings for Geo hit him like a truck as he fought. His body moved on its own, driven by sheer instinct and determination. It was as if everything else faded away into the background. The screams of the audience, the sweat dripping from his chin, the cuts and bruises covering his body… it all disappeared, replaced by the sound of Geo’s voice, calling him his shooting star. Solo could feel his emotions swelling inside of him, a tidal wave of feelings that he had kept hidden for so long.

But now was not the time to falter, not now. Solo pushed forward, his attacks and movements becoming even more intense as his thoughts focused on winning, earning Geo’s praise…. and winning his heart.

Pat was barely holding on now, the effects of the fight starting to show on his face. The man was struggling to block and dodge Solo’s attacks, his movements becoming more sluggish. The referee was watching the fight closely, his eyes darting from Solo to Pat and back again, waiting for the moment to declare a winner or stop the fight. The Murian warrior could tell that Pat was nearing his limit. The green-haired man’s movements were slow and labored, and his breathing was ragged. Solo could sense the desperation in his eyes, the knowledge that he was on the losing end of the fight. Solo gritted his teeth, his own body starting to ache and protest from the effort of the fight. But he pushed through the pain, his determination stronger than ever. He had to win; there was no room for doubt or fear now. Laplace was certainly watching with amazed eyes as he watched his host and EM master fight, never seeing such passion from Solo before. 

“Zzzzzzzzzb. Stttttttt. Kekekeke! (Oh, Master Solo…! I just knew he would pull through for my mistress-to-be, kekekeke!)”, Laplace chuckled to himself off the sidelines as his expressionless face still displayed a sense of joy and satisfaction.

“We are down to the last thirty seconds of the second round, folks! Will Solo manage to knock down Pat again just like in the last round, or will he be going down for a change?!”, the announcer cried out as the crowd went wild. 

“Go, Solo, go!!”, Geo cried out as he had a noticeable blush still across his face. “Please, Solo!! I know you can do it!! You have my utmost support!! I know you can win!!”. Sonia rolled her eyes as she downed her next beer in one go, just staring at her ex-boyfriend with a weird look on her face. “I trust you with everything I have!! That’s why I wore your colors for this fight!!! You mean everything to me, Solo!!!”, Geo shouted once more, “Please win this match!! I know that you’re strong enough to claim that title of ‘The Strongest Fighter in California’, Solo!!!”.

The sound of Geo’s voice, louder than anything else in the arena, rang through Solo’s head like a melody. It was a mixture of pride and excitement, worry and encouragement all rolled into one. Solo could feel the words fueling him, giving him strength and determination that he didn’t know he had. As Solo fought, his mind was focused on Geo’s words, his heart pounding in his chest. The warrior of Mu could feel his body surging with adrenaline, the fight suddenly becoming more intense and ferocious than ever before. Pat was getting pushed back, his face a mix of shock and desperation as he struggled to block Solo’s attacks. The green-haired man was getting exhausted, his attacks slowing down and becoming weaker with each passing second.

Solo could see the weakness and exhaustion on Pat’s face, and it fueled his determination. He could taste victory in the air, and he was not going to let it slip away now. He pushed forward, throwing all his strength into his attacks. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, but one thought echoed louder than any other: Geo. He had to win for Geo, to hear his name shouted in victory, to see the look of pride and admiration in those precious teddy bear-brown eyes.

The spiky-haired man was almost in tears as he watched the final moments of the fight, his heart in his throat. He was clenching his fists so tightly that his knuckles were going white, his eyes glued to the fight stage and Solo’s form as it moved with grace and power. “You can do it… You can do it, Solo… please… please pull through…!!” he whispered, a mantra of sorts that he repeated over and over like a prayer. Sonia was sipping on a new beer and rolling her peridot-green eyes, but even she was starting to look worried as well. The pink-haired woman knew that while Solo was incredibly strong, Pat was no easy opponent. He was the same guy, after all, who effortlessly wielded Gemini, and wave changed into the powerful Gemini Spark. 

Zack Temple, Bud Bison, and Luna Platz were sitting together in another part of the arena, watching the fight with a mix of nervousness and support. They were anxious to see if Pat would turn the tables on Solo or end up losing the match. Surprisingly, they found themselves rooting for both fighters, curious to see if Solo could win the bout.

The referee was watching the fight closely, waiting for the right moment to signal for an end to the match.

Solo’s adrenaline was at its peak now, his body moving on pure instinct alone. His thoughts were solely focused on Pat and his next move, his next attack. He could hear Geo’s voice in his head like a chant, encouraging him and pushing him past his limits. Pat was staggering now, his breathing ragged and labored. He was clearly on the brink of defeat, his strength all but gone. Solo roared as he put all his might into one final attack. With a mighty punch, the white-haired man struck Pat square in the chest, the force of it knocking the green-haired fighter backwards and down onto the arena floor. The referee quickly ran over as he noticed that the green-haired man had been TKO’d, quickly turning to the panel of judges, who nodded promptly and then turned to nod to the announcer. 

“...Oh my goodness, we have a winner!!”, the referee cried out into the quiet arena through his microphone. “This year’s winner and the new reigning champion of ‘The Strongest Fighter in California’ boxing competition, Solo!!!!”.

Silence fell for a moment before the crowd erupted into cheers, the sounds of the victory bell, applause, and shouts of victory washing over Solo like a wave as he raised his stained, bloodied, gloved fist high into the air. 

Geo was on his feet in an instant, jumping up and down and yelling at the top of his lungs. “You did it!! You did it!! You won, Solo!! You won!!!”, he cried out, his voice full of pride and excitement. He was filled with so much delight that he felt he could burst at any moment, his heart overflowing with joy and adoration for Solo. Tears were quickly rolling down his flustered face, as Sonia rolled her eyes in annoyance once more with, “Oh brother…!!”. 

The announcer entered the ring hastily as he shouted, “Wow! At the very last second of round two and an impressive TKO finish by Solo!! Tell us, Solo, how are you feeling right now?!”, as medical staff rushed into the scene to attend to the downed fighter, Pat. 

Solo was in a daze, still relishing in the high of victory and the deafening cheers of the audience in his ears. The white-haired warrior took a moment to catch his breath before answering the question asked by the announcer. “I…”, He started in a trance before regaining his composure. “I’m… feeling pretty damn good right now, I can’t lie!!”, the weight of his victory finally kicking in. 

The announcer laughed as he said, “You heard it here first, folks! This is our new champion and the new title holder of ‘The Strongest Fighter in California’!!”, as endless pictures were being taken. “As the winner of the match, Solo gets to take home $25,000 zenni and the championship belt!!”.

Solo’s eyes lit up at the mention of the cash prize and the championship belt, but he didn’t get much time to think about it. Before he knew it, a bunch of reporters with camera flashes and microphones were crowding his space. They were all asking questions at once, their voices blending into a noisy cacophony that was giving him a headache. 

The Murian man’s heart skipped a beat as he saw Geo enter the ring, holding the championship belt in his hands. Despite the chaos around them, Solo only had eyes for Geo. He could see the tears rolling down the brunette’s freckled face and knew right away that the tears were for him. Solo quickly pushed through the reporters, making a beeline for Geo, all while tearing off his boxing gloves. As soon as he was close enough, he snatched the championship belt out of Geo’s arms and threw it aside, and he then pulled the shorter man in for a tight embrace. 

“Oh Solo-!!!”, Geo cried softly, “I’m so proud of you!! I’m so happy you won the match!! You were absolutely amazing out there! I’m so happy that you won!!”, tightly embracing the taller warrior. “You really are the shooting star that I’ve been wishing for!!”. 

Solo was still in a slight daze from the fight and its aftermath, but feeling Geo’s small body pressed against his own provided a sense of grounding. He held onto Geo tightly, burying his face in the shorter man’s hair. The sweet scent of flowers, vanilla, and Geo’s natural strawberry fragrance filled his nostrils, and he let out a shaky sigh as his heart began to slow. “You were the only reason why I won that fight, ya know…”, Solo mumbled slowly into Geo’s spiky hair.

The brunette man looked up as his teddy bear-brown irises widened at those words. “Y-You… won… because of… me?”, Geo asked almost in a whisper, his doe-like eyes having a glassy look to them. 

Solo pulled back slightly to look down at Geo, his own eyes locking onto those beautiful brown ones. He raised a hand to brush back a strand of hair from Geo's forehead, his touch just as gentle as his voice. “You are the only one who can bring out the best in me like this. You're the only one who could drive me forward through that entire match… because you make me feel… strong”, Solo spoke quietly, his softened rubellite-red eyes never leaving Geo's face. 

Geo was speechless for a moment as he listened to Solo’s words. It was an odd feeling, hearing someone like Solo, who was always so confident and determined, say that he made him feel stronger. But at the same time, it made him feel warm all over, his heart swelling with happiness and a hint of vulnerability. He reached up, placing his small hand on Solo’s much larger one that was still holding his face. He felt almost overwhelmed by the emotions welling up inside of him, his throat constricting with a mix of tears and a thousand different feelings. 

“S-Solo-!!”, Geo choked out as he was sniffling slightly. “I-I… I don’t see you as just a rival…! You’re much more to me than that! That’s why when I found you won the preliminary stage, I did everything I could to become a cheerleader for this match!”. Geo tugged at the hem of his skimpy skirt as he said, “I-I didn’t care if I looked weird in this or if I wasn’t good-looking enough to put this on, I wanted to support you no matter what beyond the sidelines!!”. 

Solo's heart thumped in his chest as he listened to Geo, the shorter man's words making his own heart race. He tried to keep a stoic face, but the lump in his throat was getting harder to ignore. The white-haired warrior reached down, placing his hands on Geo's hips and gently pulling him closer. Their bodies were now pressed against each other, and Solo could feel Geo's warmth and the soft material of his cheerleading uniform against his sweaty form.

"...What are you talking about, Geo? Not being pretty enough to wear this? Wanting to support me beyond the sidelines?” Solo finally managed to say, his voice tranquil in nature. “You idiot… you’re the prettiest thing in the world”, he continued, a hint of a smirk forming on his lips as he tugged gently on the hem of Geo’s skirt. “Even if you weren’t cheering for the match, how could you ever think you wouldn’t be enough to support me? You are the one who gives me strength and always believes in me. You see me like no one else does, and that means more to me than anything else. I would have been thinking about you during the fight, even if you were on the other side of the world”. 

Geo’s tears flowed freely as he choked out, “S-Solo…!! I-I-I-!!”, using the height from his heels and the fact that the taller warrior had bent down slightly to reach his height… to kiss him. He pulled away quickly, a tomato-red blush on his face as he sniffled with, “Y-You can’t just…! Say stuff like that and-!! M-Make me feel all mushy inside!!”. 

Solo was caught completely off guard by the sudden kiss, but his mind and body quickly kicked into gear, his arms wrapping around Geo’s small frame. He pulled him closer, the distance between them vanishing as their bodies pressed against each other. The feeling of Geo’s lips on his own… the redness of his cheeks and the tears in his eyes… it was all enough to send his own heart into a frenzy. 

”I’m just telling the truth, Geo”, he replied softly, his voice rough and slightly breathless. He couldn’t help but be amused by Geo’s flustered state.

The brunette wiped his tears away as he said, “D-Dammit, Solo…! You always know how to make me feel all soft!”. He gripped his skirt's hem as he added, “W-Well… you are the guy who… I’ve… been… crushing over for a while now… so…”, shuffling his heels on the arena floor shyly. 

Solo raised a brow as he listened to Geo’s confession, a small smirk playing on his lips. He had expected it, but hearing it said out loud still made him oddly happy. “Oh really? A while now, huh?”, he said, reaching up to tilt Geo’s chin up, forcing the shorter man to meet his eyes. “How long is ‘a while’, exactly? Be specific”. 

Geo was a flustered mess as he squeaked back with, “Ummm… when we… first met… back at Grizzly Resort…”, shaking slightly as he said those words.

Solo’s smirk grew wider as he watched Geo squirm in front of him. He loved seeing the shorter man get all bothered like this, especially because he was the cause of it. He chuckled softly as he leaned in closer, their faces only centimeters apart. “So this entire time…”, he murmured, his voice low and quiet, “You’ve been having these types of feelings since the moment we met?”. 

Geo felt dizzy as he replied with, “U-U-Uhhh-!! N-Not my fault…! You looked so handsome even while you were threatening me!! I couldn’t help myself!”, looking both mortified but more so embarrassed at the realization of his words. 

Solo couldn’t help but laugh at Geo’s response. It was ridiculous that Geo was attracted to him even while he was being threatening. “Seriously now? I was being a fucking menace, and yet you still thought I was handsome?”, he teased, his voice still low and huskier than usual. He reached out and lightly pinched Geo’s freckled cheek, his touch just a bit rougher than necessary.

“I-In my defense, Solo-! You were just my type!”, the shorter man protested while not refusing the cheek pinch. “Or at least a type I didn’t even know I had until after I met you that day! You’re the only one who fits that type of criteria to a T, anyway!”, the spiky-haired man added, still trying to defend himself. 

Solo raised a brow at Geo’s statement. He had never been anyone’s type before, let alone someone’s type to a T. He had always been seen as intimidating and untouchable, but here was Geo, saying he was the only one who fit that specific type for him. He was still pinning Geo between his arms, and now a sly smirk crossed his lips. “And what about me makes me your type then, hm? I want to know everything~”, Solo whispered lowly

Geo blushed as he squirmed with, “Solo-!! For the love of the stars! Not in front of all these reporters!!”, as he turned to look at the news people and bloggers beginning to swarm them.

Solo chuckled at Geo’s attempt to change the subject. He knew the shorter man was just as affected by their proximity as he was, and this was just an excuse to try and change the topic.

”I don’t care who hears us. I’m ‘The Strongest Fighter in California’, and I can easily knock back anyone who gets too close to my princess~”, Solo replied, his smirk still in place. He leaned down so his lips were at Geo’s ear, his voice so low that only Geo could hear him. “I said I want to know everything you like about me… don’t keep me waiting~”.

The shorter man couldn’t help but shiver as Solo spoke into his ear. Dammit, why was it so hard for him to think straight when Solo got this close to him? His brain was short-circuiting, and the only thing he could focus on was how nice Solo smelled, even after the fight he had just had. Geo could still pick up the scent that was of earthly musk and dominant undertones that were always pleasant to him. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. The spiky-haired man looked up, his face probably the reddest it had ever been.

"Fine…! You win!”, Geo said as he looked away slightly. “Just because you won the match I’ll tell you!”, he added while pouting playfully. 

Solo felt a small sense of victory as Geo gave in to him. There appeared a smug smirk appeared on his lips as he pulled back slightly, giving Geo a bit of space so that he could think clearly. He raised a brow, a small twinkle in his eyes as he spoke. 

"That's more like it. Now, let's hear it, Geo! Don't hold back. I want to know every little detail", he said as he took hold of one of the brunette’s sun-kissed hands, his tan, rough, calloused fingers gently wrapping around the smaller man's delicate ones. 

“Well… besides your looks, which by the way are just… to die for… I just have to say firstly…”, Geo began as he gulped, trying to stabilize his thoughts. “I like everything about your physical appearance. Your spiky white hair, your red eyes, the red facial mark right under your right eye, your tan skin, and how sharp your jawline is always emphasized by your clean-shaven look. I’ve never seen you with your shirt off or in boxer shorts, and I definitely have a thing for your muscles now…”. He was looking at the floor now, too embarrassed to make eye contact with Solo. 

Solo listened intently as Geo listed his favorite physical features. He had never given much thought to his appearance, especially since he had been bullied because of it throughout his younger years and even after arriving in the future. However, hearing Geo enthusiastically describe each feature brought a warm feeling to his chest. Solo chuckled slightly at Geo's embarrassment, a teasing smirk spreading across his face. "You have good taste, I'll give you that”, he replied playfully. "But I think there are more reasons you like me besides my looks, right? I know you're not that superficial~".

Geo whined for a few moments out of sheer flusteredness as he then added, “Besides the amazing looks you have, I love your personality above all else. You’re the most headstrong, confident, and intelligent man I know. You never back down from a challenge, and you’re always finding ways to improve yourself. It’s incredibly admirable. You always hold yourself to such high standards and never stoop low for anything. Even when we didn’t know each other well enough yet, you always held me in such high regard as an opponent. You’re chivalrous and always hold this integrity that I can’t help but feel so drawn to…”. Ever since he had entered the arena ring, the admiration and care in his teddy-bear brown eyes never waned, and now was no exception.

As Solo listened to Geo praise what he called his ‘personality traits’, he couldn't help but feel a swell of pride inside him. It was one thing to receive compliments about his looks, but hearing genuine praise for who he was as a person was something he had never fully experienced before. He let out a low breath, keeping his eyes fixed on Geo's face. His heart raced in his chest, and the hand that still held onto Geo's started to grip it tighter. “You really see that much in me, Geo…?”, he asked quietly, still processing the brunette’s words. 

“Yes… I do”, Geo insisted as he looked up at him, his eyes determined to show just how serious he was about how he saw Solo. “You’re the only man to rival me on the battlefield, and I guess I couldn’t help but fall for the lone wolf of Mu…”, he said as he placed his other hand on the tan warrior’s chest, gently laying it over his heart. He could feel the strong pace of Solo’s heart, which made him chuckle oh so softly.

Solo felt his breath hitch as Geo placed his small hand on his chest, right over his heart. The gesture was so tender, so sincere, and the feeling of his touch was enough to make his heart thump out of control. He swallowed hard, trying to control himself. He then slowly lifted his hand, grabbing hold of Geo’s hand that was laid over his heart. He laced their fingers together, keeping it in place against his chest, pressing it down hard enough that the shorter man could feel his heart beating.

Geo felt his cheeks flush crimson as their fingers laced together, his hand pressed firmly against the beat of Solo’s heart. He looked up again, and their eyes locked gazes. Solo’s face was only mere centimeters from his, the difference in their height so obvious at this proximity. He could feel the heat radiating from Solo’s body, and his own body was responding to the closeness, becoming hot and flushed also. He could feel his breath coming out in short, shaky breaths, his mind becoming dizzy. 

The spiky-haired man was on his tippy-toes, the height of the red heels allowing him to close the distance. The latex of his black thigh-highs clenched further as he strained the material further. “Solo…”, he said softly, the tight black-and-red cheerleader’s soft uniform now pressed against Solo’s exposed upper body. The feeling of Geo’s body being pressed up against him made Solo’s head spin. The heat, the closeness, and the black and red uniform… it was a combination that sent his heart into a spiral. He couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to feel more of Geo, needed to be closer.

His free arm wrapped around the smaller man’s slender waist, pulling him up off the ground and tightly against his chest. His other hand stayed in place, keeping Geo’s hand pressed to his heart. Geo squeaked loudly from the bridal hold he was being held in, and the fact that the cameras and film crew were capturing this moment made him blush further. There was a reporter from the crowd who handed over the championship belt, which Geo held onto for dear life. 

“Haha! Looks like Solo won something else this year as well, fans! Not only does he win the prize money and this year’s championship belt… but he walks away with the heart of Echo Ridge’s iconic boy-belle, Geo Stelar!”, the announcer spoke loudly into the microphone as cheers, awws, and cries of their happiness as a couple were heard. “Everyone, please give it up for the strongest fighter in California, Solo, and his adoring number one fan, Geo Stelar!!”. 

Solo ignored the camera crews, the crowd, and all the people surrounding them. All he could focus on at that moment was the man in his arms, the one he had just won both a championship and the heart of. The thought of anyone else seeing this… him holding Geo up bridal style… it should have bothered him, yet he couldn’t find it in himself to care. He let out a low chuckle, holding Geo even tighter against him as the shorter man clutched onto the championship belt. 

“The whole state of California salutes and gives respect to the most powerful couple in the United States of Electopia!”, the announcer shouted as roars of cheers came from the crowd. “Let’s get one big round of applause for the winner of this year’s ’Strongest Fighter in California’ tournament and its rightful champion, Solo!!!!”. Geo clutched the oversized championship belt as he smiled shakily, the tight cheerleader uniform clinging to his voluptuous body. The cheers from the crowd echoed around them, but Solo could only focus on one thing: the man in his arms. He was hyperaware of the way Geo’s body pressed up against him, the way the cheerleader uniform accentuated his frame… and the way he clutched onto that championship belt. It was an oddly erotic sight to see the shorter man being held up almost like a bride, wearing a tight uniform that hugged his body so perfectly. 

Suddenly, Solo wanted nothing more than to get out of there and be alone with Geo.

Cameras and microphones were being shoved their way as Geo was struggling to keep up with so many questions and requests for comments. “P-Please…! One at a time, please!!”, the shorter man said quickly as he seemed dizzy from all the attention he was getting. “Y-You don’t have to poke or prod at me! I can respond just fine to any questions!”, feeling his cheek getting nudged by a microphone. He instinctively leaned further into Solo’s chest, shyly clutching onto the championship belt. 

The sheer number of people shoving their cameras and microphones into their faces made Solo’s irritation levels rise, and the sight of Geo being overwhelmed was enough to make his temper boil. He quickly shifted his hold on the shorter man, one arm still around his waist, his other hand slipping under his plump thighs and hoisting him up so that he was almost completely cradled in his arms. He held Geo close, keeping him tucked against his chest to shield him from the onslaught of paparazzi and their invasive cameras and microphones.

The brunette man sighed as he then turned to face the reporters and paparazzi. He then shouted with everything he had, “If there’s one thing I have to say, then let it be that I belong to the strongest fighter in California!! Solo will remain the undisputed champion in my eyes, and will always be!! I won’t let anyone bother, harass, or try to take him away from me! Leave my beloved shooting star alone!!”, blushing as he then buried his face into Solo’s injured chest. 

Solo’s rubellite-red eyes widened slightly at the declaration from the shorter man, but a smirk quickly made its appearance on his face. He couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride well up inside him at how fiercely Geo defended him, declaring that he belonged to no one but Solo. The feeling made him tighten his arms around Geo, holding him closer in a protective way as he looked down at the blushing man in his arms. He completely ignored the questions that the reporters were shouting at them; his attention was solely focused on the man in his arms and the words he had just heard.

As the reporters and photographers continued to throw questions and requests for photos at them, Solo decided that he had had enough. He was growing increasingly agitated, and the longer they stayed here, the higher the risk of him losing his temper. He shifted Geo in his arms, hoisting him up a bit before he spoke in a firm, authoritative tone. "That's enough! We're leaving", he announced, not waiting for a response as he began to make his way through the crowd, shouldering past people without mercy, the shorter man still secured safely in his arms.

Geo squirmed as he suddenly felt someone try to grab his leg, yelping loudly as he felt the person trying to snatch his thigh-high boot off. “S-Stop that-!!”, he shouted quickly, “Don’t touch me like that!! You’re not my Solo!!”.

The attempted grab at Geo’s leg and his frantic cry had Solo instantly reacting, anger surging through him. How dare someone try to touch Geo like that!? He gripped the smaller man tighter, holding him protectively against his chest as he whirled around to face the offender. His eyes narrowed into slits, a furious expression on his face as he glared directly at the person who had tried to grab Geo. He let out a low, menacing growl, the warning clear in his voice.

"Back off. He’s mine”. 

The shorter man was quite overwhelmed by everything that was happening so quickly; so much had happened since he arrived at the stadium arena. This event just capped it all for him, as he frantically kicked the other person off his leg with, “No, no, no, you’re not my Solo!!”, his red heels effectively kicking against the prying hand. 

As the person stumbled back, Solo’s eyes glinted with satisfaction. The sight of someone trying to touch Geo enraged him, but it was also immensely gratifying to see the offender get pushed back. Without another word, Solo turned away from the person, once again starting to walk away. His hold on Geo remained firm, his arms acting like a protective barrier between the smaller man and any other unwanted attention. He could feel the shorter man trembling in his arms, and it only served to fuel his protective instincts further.

As he walked through the crowd, Solo was aware of the cameras and reporters following him, and he could practically feel their eyes on them. He kept his focus solely on getting out of there as quickly as possible while keeping Geo secure in his arms. The shorter man had been through a lot today, and the last thing he needed was more attention and unwanted contact.

Geo spoke up softly with, “I… I was so caught off-guard by that. I won’t lie, it felt so uncomfortable being grabbed at by someone who wasn’t you”. He held onto to Solo tighter as he said, “I had a feeling that some people were fans of me wearing this cute outfit, but clothes are not consent!”. 

Solo let out a low growl, his voice gruff as he spoke. “Damn right it’s not. No one has the right to touch you like that unless you say so. If anyone else tries to do that again, I’ll break their hand”, he said firmly. He continued to stroke at Geo’s hair with his free hand, the gesture surprisingly gentle. His eyes flicked down to look at the shorter man, taking in his appearance in the cheerleader outfit again. He couldn’t deny that it was definitely… attractive. The tight fabric of the uniform stretched against Geo’s body, hugging his curves in all the right places. It was a sight that Solo would never get tired of seeing, and it made his own body react in a very obvious way.

He cleared his throat, trying to shift his focus away from his growing desire, and instead focused back on the smaller man in his arms. His hand in Geo’s hair continued to move, his touch almost tender. Geo sighed as he then asked, “Can we… go somewhere else, Solo? I have a feeling that eventually the reporters and fans leaving the stadium are going to be swarming us soon…”. Solo nodded in agreement, already starting to move towards the exit. He had no interest in sticking around to face the masses outside, especially since he knew they would all pounce on Geo. And that thought irritated him to no end. He didn’t want any of those vultures to bother the smaller man. The only person he wanted around him was Geo and Geo alone.

"Yeah, we’re getting out of here. I know a place we can go to”, Solo replied as he continued to hold Geo closer in his arms, carefully maneuvering them both out of the stadium. The crowd was still loud and chaotic, but Solo had made sure to find a private side exit near the back of the stadium that didn’t get much attention. They soon stepped outside, blissfully free from the throngs of people trying to get a glimpse of them. The evening air was cool and refreshing, a nice contrast to the hot and stuffy arena they had just left. Solo looked around, making sure they were alone, before turning to look down at the smaller man in his arms. 

Geo shivered as he felt the cold night air hit his mostly exposed body, his beige-colored skin illuminated under the moonlight. “S-Solo…? Umm… how far… is the place you’re staying from here?”, Geo asked as he tried to cover himself up with the oversized belt. Solo noticed the shiver that went through Geo as the cold air hit them. He should have thought to bring a jacket with him or something to cover the smaller man, but unfortunately, he hadn’t. His eyes roamed over Geo’s form again, taking in his mostly exposed body under the moonlight. It was a sight that made his own body feel hot, and his mind started to have… less than innocent thoughts.

He pulled his attention back from his thoughts, clearing his throat slightly before responding to Geo’s question. "It's not that far. Just down the street”, he responded quickly, blushing noticeably. The spiky-haired brunette tilted his head as he then asked, “You’re usually wearing your baggy uniform, are you sure you’re not cold, Solo? Your chest and legs are exposed, I don’t think you’d be very warm just wearing boxing shorts, and laced up boots”. Solo glanced down at his attire, shrugging slightly at the question. He was used to fighting in worse conditions, and there were plenty of training exercises he did during his time in the Murian army, which forced him to know how to fight and survive in harsh climates. It never really bothered him to be without a shirt or anything like that; he had been thoroughly trained to deal with that.

"Nah, I'm fine. I run pretty hot, so I don't usually get cold easily”, Solo smirked a bit as he continued, "Or, it might be the fact that you're in my arms, and that's keeping me warm”. 

Geo blushed as he looked away with an expression of mild nervousness. “Oh…”, wishing he could cover up his flustered face. “You see, I-I’m still not… used to seeing you, ya know… without your bodysuit on…”.

Solo chuckled lowly, enjoying the view of the shorter man’s flushed cheeks. He could tell that the sight of his bare torso still could fluster the man, and he took pleasure in knowing he could affect him like that. He tightened his arms around Geo, pulling him closer against his chest. “What’s the matter?", he teased, his voice holding that same low, gruff tone. “You seem rather… skittish all of a sudden. Is seeing your champion boxer in this attire too much for you?”. 

Geo covered his face with the championship belt and replied in an embarrassed tone, “S-Stop it! Don’t say things like that! Sonia was already making fun of me for looking like a princess praying for her knight’s return in the arena!!”.

Solo chuckled again as he watched the way Geo tried to hide his face behind the belt, his body pressing even closer against him in the process. He could feel the smaller man’s body start to warm against his, the heat of their skin making contact even more apparent. "Oh really now~?", he teased, his voice holding a hint of mockery now. "Is that how you looked, princess? All cute and innocent, waiting for your knight in shining armor to come sweep you off your feet~?". His free hand moved to take the belt away from Geo, unceremoniously tossing it over his shoulder without a care. He wanted to see this cute twink’s face and not have it hidden behind some silly belt.

The almond-toned man grinned as he looked down at Geo, his eyes taking in the sight of his flushed cheeks and embarrassed expression. He loved seeing the smaller man like this, it was just too tempting to tease him like this. The white-haired warrior leaned down, his lips coming close to the shorter man's ear, his voice lowering to a near whisper. "Looks like this knight has come to claim his reward then, eh princess~?", he teased, his breath hot against Geo’s ear. He could feel the heat coming off the blushing brunette, his curvy body practically shivering in his grasp. It just made Solo want to test the line of Geo’s patience even more~! His calloused hand, wrapped around the shorter man’s waist, slipped down to rest on the back of Geo’s thigh, fingers digging into the soft, toned flesh, gripping it firmly.

Geo blushed further as he squeaked loudly before he said, “S-Solo!! Calm yourself! We’re still outside, you know!!”. Although he tried to distract the taller white-haired warrior with his words, it was ultimately to ensure that Solo didn’t notice the small bulge peeking out from the fabric under his miniskirt.

Solo smirked as he heard the small squeak that came from the shorter man, his eyes immediately darting down to look down and see what he had made such a noise. When he realized what was happening, the confirming sight only made the heat in his body flare up even more than before. Now, he was tempted to tease and fluster the adorable femboy even further, but he knew he had to be careful; they were still outside, after all. That didn’t stop him from moving his hand further up on Geo’s thigh, his hand now rubbing at the skin under the fabric. His fingers slowly brushed up against the back of Geo’s thigh, but he didn’t move them any further. He chuckled, his voice a low whisper in the shorter man’s ear. “Don't worry, princess, I am calm~”, Solo said, his tone a little mocking. “Just enjoying the cute little show you're putting on here~”.

Geo mewled and squirmed as he felt his pillowy thighs being squished together, panting softly from the friction. “S-Solo…! Cut it out! We s-should go to your hotel room already…!”, the brunette-haired man spoke softly, his hardened nipples peeping through the crop top of his cheerleader’s uniform.

By the gods of Mu, Geo was making it so difficult for Solo to not just toss him down on the ground in this instant and ravish him. The way the spiky-haired man was mewling and squirming against his touch, the way his voice went soft and pleading, the way he looked in that skimpy little outfit… it was all driving the white-haired warrior insane. Solo took a sharp inhale, trying to get a little bit of control over himself. He quickly looked around, but thankfully, they were still alone; not a soul around to see or hear them. He let out a low breath, nodding in agreement to the shorter man’s words.

"Yeah… yeah, we should go”, Solo agreed, his voice strained from trying to hold back the desire that was flooding through him. He glanced around one more time, making sure that they were alone, and then, without another word, he hefted Geo up into his arms. The tan-skinned fighter held the smaller man tightly, making sure to keep him securely against his chest. He was not letting any other person touch or see the shorter man like this. “Don’t worry, princess, I’ll take good care of you,” he reassured, his voice a low, gruff murmur. “No one else is gonna be seeing you like this, all cute and adorable. You’re mine, after all”. As Solo started walking, he tried to push down the thoughts in his head that were telling him to just take Geo here and now. He knew he had to wait until they were at the hotel, and even then, he’d probably have to lock the door just to keep any prying eyes and paparazzi out.

The walk to the hotel was short, as Solo managed to choose a relatively quiet path that didn’t have too much foot traffic. He held onto Geo securely, ensuring the smaller man stayed close to him. There was no way he would allow anyone to see Geo like this; such a sight was meant only for him. Upon arriving at the hotel, Solo felt a wave of relief wash over him when he noticed the lobby was empty. Remarkably, not a single front desk clerk or hotel doorman was present. He exhaled softly, grateful to evade any potentially awkward interactions or inquiries for the moment. Quickly, he moved towards the elevator, aiming for the private penthouse suite on the top floor. He entered the PIN to unlock the suite, and the elevator began its ascent, the silence intensifying the escalating tension between them.

Geo seemed like he was going to speak a handful of times but decided to suppress the urge to ask anything too quickly. He was tempted to ask how come Solo was staying in the penthouse, but didn’t say anything out of fear of making things awkward. The white-haired warrior glanced down at Geo, noticing the silent question in the man’s eyes. He smirked a bit, deciding to answer the unspoken question.

“...Well, I guess being a new top-ranked champion boxer in town has its perks. One of which is getting a nice cozy suite in the best hotel in town, complete with all the amenities you could ask for”, Solo spoke up, his voice holding a slight hint of pride in it. “Lucky for you, princess, I get to share said amenities with such a cute and beautiful little thing like you~”.

Geo nodded as he then asked, “So… you got this room for winning the preliminary round? I would believe that Amaken got you a place to stay close to the arena where you’d be fighting tonight”.

Solo chuckled as he looked down at the shorter man in his arms. The way Geo’s cheeks flushed pink and his body trembled slightly with each word was just so adorable. It made Solo want to tease him even more, but he held himself back, deciding to answer the question first. "Nah, this suite isn’t a reward for winning the first round. Got it from the management as sort of… a thanks for agreeing to participate in the tournament. Apparently, me being here would have brought in a lot of tourists and spectators, but honestly? I’d have no idea about how true that is or not”. 

Geo seemed surprised as he said, “Still… I think it’s impressive, Solo! Usually, you tend to fight with your blade or with your various hand-to-hand combat techniques! I knew you had it in you to be a great boxer, but to think that you’d win a tournament…!”. He tilted his head to smile with, “You’re even more incredible than I thought you were, Solo! You can even win big without your wave change form!”.

Solo was slightly caught off guard by the compliments. He was used to being praised for his strength and fighting skills, but hearing Geo praise his adaptability in different fighting techniques felt… nice. Maybe it was the sincerity in the shorter man’s words or the way his eyes seemed to light up when he spoke, but Solo found himself responding in a way he hadn’t expected. "Eh, I guess I’m just a man of many talents”, he said while blushing noticeably, a smirk playing at his lips as he tried to brush off the praise. "And who needs EM wave change when I have raw power on my side, right?”.

Geo smirked slightly as he replied playfully, “Now now, Solo! Don’t get a big head now! While you beat me in terms of pure strength and bulk, I still win in terms of speed and agility~!”, chuckling after. “I’m pretty flexible, I’m pretty sure you’re already aware that despite how plush and soft I am, I’m quite the knockout~!”.

A low chuckle escaped Solo’s lips as he listened to Geo’s lighthearted banter. The shorter man had a point there. Solo was physically stronger and bulkier than him, but Geo was quick and nimble, and he could pack a punch when he wanted to. "Oh, don’t worry. I’ve known from the like… what? Probably dozen of times where you kicked my ass as Shooting Star Megaman?”, Solo agreed, a wolfish grin spreading across his face. "You’re quite the little knockout, princess, all soft and plush on the outside, yet feisty and fiery under all that sweetness~”, honestly getting hornier by the second. 

Thankfully, the elevator ride to the top floor wasn’t very long, much to Solo’s relief. The sound of the elevator dinging broke the rising tension as the duo reached their destination. Solo let out another sigh of relief as the doors opened, finally arriving at the penthouse suite. He stepped out, still carrying Geo in his arms, and walked towards the door at the end of the hallway. After entering the PIN code to unlock the penthouse, he opened the door to reveal a luxurious, spacious, and empty suite, complete with a king-size bed and a fully stocked mini-bar. From that height was the view of the stadium in the background alongside the other city lights from how high up they were. 

Geo seemed amazed as he said, “Wow… this room sure does have an amazing view!”. Solo walked further into the suite, a smirk on his face as he looked out the window towards the city skyline. The view was indeed quite beautiful, with the city lights sparkling like a sea of jewels against the backdrop of the night sky. He glanced down at Geo, who seemed captivated by the scenic view.

"Yeah, pretty nice, huh?", Solo replied, his voice a low rumble. "And we have it all to ourselves, princess. No one to bother us or interrupt…". He walked further into the penthouse, heading straight for the massive king-size bed in the center of the room. He gently set Geo down onto the soft mattress, his eyes roaming over the shorter man’s body, taking in every soft curve and supple bit of skin as he laid there on the bed. He wanted to devour the man, but he held himself back for the moment. He wanted to take his time and make sure that this was just as good for Geo as it was going to be for him~!

Geo used his slender legs to push the taller warrior closer to him, the smooth latex of his black thigh-highs straining as he did so. The feeling of the shorter man’s red heels around his waist was surely driving the Murian warrior crazy. “Solo…”, the shorter man said softly, his words all but honey sweet. “W-Won’t you help me… get these things off~?”.

The feeling of Geo’s thighs and legs wrapping around his waist made Solo’s breath hitch for a split second, his desire for the shorter man flaring even hotter. The way that Geo’s voice went all soft and sweet on those last couple of words… it almost broke his stone-strong composure right there. He let out a low growl as he looked down at the other man, his eyes drinking in the sight of him like a man dying of thirst. “You know damn well I’m gonna help you get these things off, princess~”, he replied, his voice huskier than usual. Solo leaned down, pressing his body flush against Geo’s. The heat between them was almost unbearable, and Solo could feel the other man’s heart racing against his chest. He moved a hand up, his fingers gliding across the short, exposed strip of thigh between Geo’s skirt and his thigh-highs. He could feel the smooth, supple flesh under his fingertips, and he couldn’t help but growl again hungrily as he pulled the man closer against him.

Geo panted softly as he felt Solo’s rough and calloused hand around the first thigh-high, pulling down the black sticky latex material. He felt his red heels being tossed aside as the taller Murian warrior freed his left leg from the confines of the material. Solo took a moment to admire the sun-kissed goodness that he had freed from its confinement, his eyes roaming over the smooth skin and supple flesh. His calloused hands caressed the exposed leg, his rough palms gliding over the silky-smooth skin. He could feel the shorter man trembling slightly under his touch, and it only served to excite him even more. Solo repeated the process with the other thigh-high, freeing the second leg from its prison of sticky, clingy latex. Geo shivered as his bare legs were now on full display the the white-haired fighter, his soft beige-colored skin looking so peachy sweet. 

The spiky-haired man gasped softly as he felt the taller warrior’s rough hands on his legs, goosebumps coming down his body. His skirt had been raised from the earlier motions, revealing the red thong that was hiding under the fabric. The shorter man looked absolutely delicious, even from the way he tried to hide his small bulge by pressing his oversized thighs together. Solo smirked at the way Geo gasped and shivered under his touch. He could see the goosebumps forming on the man’s skin, and it was obvious that the shorter man was enjoying this just as much as he was. As Solo’s hands roamed further up the shorter man’s legs, he brushed the fabric of the skirt higher up, revealing the red thong that was hidden underneath. He bit his lip at the sight, his eyes practically feasting on the delicious sight of Geo’s erection pushed back and almost hidden by those juicy, voluminous thighs. Damn, seeing the shorter man like that just drove him insane~!

Solo couldn’t hold himself back any longer. The sight of Geo in that extra-short miniskirt and red bikini-thong that could barely be called underwater, paired with the crop top, looking so damn gorgeous and sexy and utterly delicious, was just too much to bear~!! The warrior from Mu ripped right through the fabric of the skirt and top, not caring at all about being gentle or careful. He wanted the shorter man and he wanted him NOW, damn it~! The brunette-haired man squeaked loudly as the shreds of the cheerleader uniform scattered across the floor, haphazardly swatted off the blanket and sheets. 

“S-Solo-!!”, the shorter man cried out in embarrassment as he tried to cover himself up with his hands. He then could hear the clatter of Solo quickly unfastening his black boxing boots and throwing them on the floor, the taller fighter not giving a shred of a fuck anymore. “Don’t you dare-!”, the white-haired warrior barked out, his voice gruff with barely restrained lust as he looked down at the other man. 

Geo squirmed as he shuffled back onto the bed, he muttered softly with, “O-Okay…”, dropping his hands and revealing his exposed body. His puffy, perky pink nipples stood out across his beige chest, and dare Solo say, his pecs were A-cup sized. The shorter man’s river-wide hips that had been teasing him before the match earlier looked even better without any material restraining them. Even the bright red thong was just the cherry on top of this, solidifying Geo’s overly femboy-like appearance. “Am I… to your liking… Solo?”, he asked as he tilted his neck to look upwards at the taller warrior. Geo's natural scent of fresh strawberries, vanilla, and a sense of homely comfort wafted to Solo's nose. This was the aroma he associated with Geo, and though he often resented its presence while locked in his Shooting Star Megaman suit and wearing regular clothes, it was now fully unleashed just for him.

Solo’s breath caught in the back of his throat as he looked at Geo. The shorter man had dropped his hands and was on full display in front of the Murian warrior, looking absolutely gorgeous and unbelievably seductive. His eyes roamed over the smaller man’s body, taking in every curve and dip. Those perky, pink-colored nipples looked so goddamn delectable, and he almost panted with the desire to have them under his tongue. His hips were so wide and perfect! That was the right word to call the spiky-haired man in general, sheer perfection…! “You’re… you’re perfect~”, Solo breathed out, his voice thick with need. “Absolutely perfect, Geo~”.

Geo’s teddy-bear brown eyes widened in both arousal and shock as he watched Solo drop his boxer shorts, exposing himself completely. The brunette-haired man let out an embarrassed squeak as he was quite literally pounced upon just moments later. “Solo~!!!”, the brunette cried out as he felt the taller warrior’s body weight on his, the ensuing kisses silencing him. Solo couldn’t help but relish in the way Geo let out a gasp and cry, and how he trembled beneath him when he pounced on him. The shorter man was so soft and petite and so goddamn submissive, it was almost like some sort of dream come true. He began devouring the twink beneath him, his mouth latching onto his as Solo kissed Geo hungrily. Solo licked and nipped at the shorter man’s lips, his tongue forcing them apart and slipping between them to plunder the man’s mouth with his own tongue. The heat and need within him flared even hotter as he ravished the mouth under his, savoring the taste and smell of the shorter man. His hands began roaming all over Geo’s body, his rough palms caressing every inch of the soft, milky skin, his blunt nails digging into the flesh.

The longer he kissed Geo, the hungrier he got. It was like a fire was lit within him, burning brighter and hotter the more he touched and tasted the shorter man. He wanted more and more, unable to get enough of him. Solo reluctantly pulled back from the kiss, his breath coming in short, sharp pants as he looked down at Geo with fire burning in his eyes. Geo panted softly as Solo pulled away, as he pleaded in a needy tone, “Solo… please… please…”, his teddy bear-brown eyes half lidded with lust. The spiky-haired man looked like a flustered mess, a wanton look in his teddy-bear brown eyes. At that moment, Solo felt a desperate, primal need to claim the shorter man, to mark him as his own. His large hands gripped the smaller man’s curvy hips, his blunt nails digging into the soft flesh as his own need and lust flared up within him. The Murian warrior let out a guttural growl, a rumble from deep in his chest that almost sounded like an animalistic sound. Solo leaned down, nuzzling and nipping at the shorter man’s neck, his lips planting rough, hungry kisses on the soft skin.

Geo moaned softly as he felt Solo’s sharp wolf-like teeth make their marks on him, the ensuing feeling a mixture of pleasure and pain. “Stars above…”, he spoke in a whisper, “Y-You are every bit of addicting as I hoped you’d be~”. 

The sound of Geo’s moans and whimpers was like music to Solo’s ears, his lips and teeth leaving their marks across the brunette’s neck and shoulders. He nipped and kissed his way across the sensitive skin, his tongue tracing the soft, flushed flesh and leaving a wet trail in its wake. “You’re damn right I am”, he all but growled out, the words thick with lust and need. “And you’re all goddamn mine, princess~!”. 

Geo’s hands roamed across the taller Murian warrior’s strong arms, carefully glazing and soothing the covered injuries he had gained during the match earlier. “...Before we go on any further, are you sure that you’re alright, Solo? I don’t want to accidentally provoke your injuries anymore. You might take longer to heal!”, Geo asked, concerned.

The feel of the shorter man’s soft, gentle hands on his arms was like a balm to Solo’s soul. The way he carefully glided his hands over the covered injuries had a surprisingly calming effect on the Murian warrior. He let out a soft, satisfied hum at the other man’s concern, appreciating his consideration and thoughtfulness. Solo smirked and let out a chuckle as he replied, his tone still thick with need. “I’m fine, princess. You don’t have to worry about me, I’m tougher than I look”, Solo replied, hoping to calm Geo’s anxiety about his injuries. Geo pursed his plush lips for a moment, faint lip gloss still on them. “Okay… I’ll believe you, Solo. If you feel at any time you’re too tired to go on or you're really hurting, we can stop, okay? Your health matters a lot to me”, the brunette-haired man spoke as he carefully soothed the taller warrior’s injuries with a soft kiss.

Solo felt his heart melt as Geo pursed his plush, lipstick-covered lips, the sight of them so damn cute and beautiful. He let out a soft hum as the shorter man spoke, appreciating his concern for his well-being and the offer to stop if things were too much. It was so sweet and yet sexy at the same time, how the spiky-haired man cared so greatly about his health, and yet wanted him so badly. “I'll let you know if my injuries bother me too much”, Solo assured the concerned brunette, his voice still rough with need.

“I know that, Solo. While you are the strongest man I know…”, Geo replied as he let the taller Murian warrior brush his fingers across his soft, blushing face. “I want to ensure that you feel comfortable before we do anything else because I would be heartbroken if you experienced any pain during this…”. 

Solo felt his heart practically melt at Geo’s words. The fact that the shorter man cared so much about his comfort, despite his own obvious need and desire for him, was incredibly endearing and touching. He let out a soft hum, his hand still caressing the shorter man’s cheek, his thumb idly tracing over his plush lips. “You’re too sweet, princess~”, he murmured, his tone both amused and affectionate. “You have my word that I’ll tell you if something hurts too badly”. 

Geo nodded, seeming reassured with the Murian warrior’s response as he then said, “Alright. You’ve got yourself a done deal then, Solo. Now come a bit closer so that I can keep kissing your injuries~”. He chuckled with, “I guess my little nickname for you holds water after all! With all those scars on your body, you kinda do remind me of a tiger~!”.

Solo chuckled and let out a huff, a small smile pulling at his lips. He leaned down, obediently getting closer to the shorter man so that he could keep kissing his injuries. The feeling of those plush, tender lips on his skin sent shivers of pleasure down his spine. “Do I now~?”, Solo replied with a smirk. “I suppose I do have a lot of scars, don’t I, princess~? Guess I’m a tiger in more ways than one”. The white-haired warrior leaned further in, his muscular body pressing even closer to the shorter man’s as he shifted his position to allow the brunette-haired man to get a better angle to treat his injuries with kisses. The feeling of those lips on his skin was addictive, every press of them sending waves of pleasure through him and spurring on his desire. He let out a soft gasp as Geo’s lips moved to a particularly sensitive area on his chest, the feeling of them sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his groin. Solo’s breath came in shorter, sharper pants as he fought for control, his body trembling with need.

“Oh-! I’m sorry, Solo! Did I hurt you?!”, the shorter man asked quickly, accidentally misinterpreting the gasp as one of pain. 

“No…”, Solo responded, the word coming out thickly as he spoke. He had to forcibly stop himself from bucking his hips up into the shorter man, the touch of those lips on his chest having him more turned on than ever. “No, you didn’t hurt me, Geo… it felt good,” he explained, his voice growing deeper and rougher with need. “Really, really good.”

Geo seemed relieved as he said, “Phew! I was nervous for a moment that I hurt you…”. He smiled as he pressed another kiss to the sensitive area of Solo’s chest. “Good to know then that you’re doing fine~!”, the brunette-haired man said as he was practically worshipping the taller Murian warrior’s body with his lips.

Solo let out a low growl as Geo’s lips met his chest again, this time intentionally. He arched his back slightly, a harsh gasp slipping from his lips at the feel of the shorter man’s kisses on his skin. The way the brunette-haired man was worshiping his body with his lips was nearly maddening, the sensations and pleasure almost overwhelming. “Doing more than fine, princess,” he grunted out, his voice thick with need. “Keep going, don’t stop… please~".

Geo continued to lavish Solo’s chest with kisses, his lips wandering across the warrior’s flesh and leaving a trail of fire behind. He nipped and licked at the sensitive skin, his tongue tracing along the scars and ridges of Solo’s body as if trying to memorize every inch of him. Solo groaned, his body shaking slightly as he fought to stay in control. The feel of the shorter man’s lips and tongue on his skin was like electricity, sending sparks of pleasure down his spine and pooling in his groin. The white-haired warrior’s hands gripped the sheets, his fingers knotting and twisting the fabric as he fought to stay still. The sensation of the shorter man’s kisses and touches was driving him wild, his body responding to every caress and nip on his skin.  “Geo…”, Solo gasped out, his voice rough and hoarse. “Please, princess… I need more…”. His breathing was coming in short, sharp pants, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each labored breath. 

Geo blushed bright red upon hearing those words, not needing to look down to know what Solo was talking about. “J-Jeez…! Y-You’re really pent up, huh?!”, he stammered, blushing bright red. “Y-You’re like…!! Umm, rock hard-! Just how backed up are you, Solo?!”. The white-haired Murian man felt a smug sense of satisfaction as he watched Geo blush and stutter at the mention of his erection. He knew damn well the effect he was having on the shorter man, and he loved every second of it. “You have no idea how bad it is, princess~”, Solo growled out, his voice rough and strained with need. “And it’s all your damn fault, you know that? The things you do to me… the way you make me feel… I can’t get enough of you~”.

The shorter man panted loudly as he said, “T-That’s like…! With all due respect, Solo… your dick is the most obscene thing I’ve ever seen! Forgive me for asking, but you haven’t slept with anyone before, have you?!”.

Solo chuckled at the shorter man's question, the amused sound a stark contrast to the throbbing need he was currently feeling. "No, princess…”, he replied, his voice still thick with lust. "I haven't. I've never been with anyone before... never even wanted to, until now~”. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the shorter man's ear as he continued, his voice dropping to a deep whisper. "You're the only one I've ever wanted, princess. I intend to make you the only one I’ll ever be with, too. You're all I think about, day and night…”. 

Geo gulped as he quivered with, “I-I kinda feel outclassed by you despite the fact we’re both virgins…”, the size difference between them even more apparent. “Y-You’re a whole foot taller than me, both up and downstairs!”.

Solo let out a low, rough laugh at the femboy’s words, his cock twitching at the reminder of just how much larger he was compared to Geo. He loved the difference in their heights, the way he could easily overpower and dominate the shorter man, and it only added to his already burning need. "Yeah, I guess I am," he replied, his voice deep and rough. "But don't worry, princess~! I'll make sure you're well taken care of…".

Geo squirmed as he replied with, “A-Alright. I believe you, Solo… but I’ve just… never seen anything like it! I feel so embarrassed for saying this, but is that like, some sort of Mu thing? I-I’m aware your heritage gave you some interesting gifts, b-but that kinda takes the cake!”.

Solo couldn't help but chuckle at Geo's words. The brunette’s stammers and stutters were so damn cute, and the way he was blushing made him look perfectly gorgeous. He reached down and gently tilted Geo's chin up until their eyes met. "Yeah, I suppose you could say it’s a ‘Mu thing’...’, he replied, his voice deep and rough. "My anatomy's a bit different, but I didn't realize it was quite that obvious…”. Solo smirked at the shorter man, his words laced with both pride and desire. “You should think of that as a good thing, princess”, he spoke, his voice low and smooth as he leaned in closer. “If that smell of arousal coming off of you isn’t deceiving me, I’d say that you like my size a lot~!”. 

Geo blushed even harder at Solo’s words, the knowledge that the taller man could literally smell his lust for him was embarrassing to say the least. But the way Solo’s voice dropped to a low growl also caused him to shiver all over, a wave of arousal and need coursing through him. He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry, as he stuttered out, “Y-You… You can smell that coming off of me, Solo?!”.

Solo chuckled again, the rough sound full of amusement and desire. As a trained warrior, he specifically honed his senses to always know his enemies' next moves. All five of his senses were superhuman, one of his various secret talents. He pressed his nose against Geo’s neck, inhaling deeply as he breathed in the shorter man’s scent. Then he nodded, his lips skimming over Geo’s pulse point as he spoke. “Yeah… I can smell it. Your arousal. Your need. It’s driving me crazy, princess~”. Solo’s lips moved across Geo’s neck, his mouth leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses from his collarbone to his ear. He could practically taste the brunette’s desire for him in the air, and every breath of Geo’s scent made the fire of his own arousal burn hotter. “Can you feel how much I want you? How badly I need you, princess?”, Solo whispered, his voice a low, rough rumble. “Can you feel what you do to me… just by being here, by letting me smell, hear, see, touch, taste you..?”.

Geo nodded as he replied with, “I can Solo…! I can feel everything… y-you’re so backed up and heavy it’s unbearable~! If I were a woman… I might have just ovulated on the spot for you~”, the words escaping his lips without realizing what he just said. 

Solo froze for a moment, his eyes widening and his breath catching in his chest as the shorter man's words registered in his mind. Did the usually shy and embarrassed Geo just say what he thought he did? He let out a low, feral growl, the sound a mix of surprise and intense arousal. He suddenly pushed the shorter man down onto the bed, pinning him down with his body and caging him in with his arms. He leaned down, his face mere inches from Geo's, his rubellite-red eyes nearly black with desire.

“Say that again, princess…”.

Geo squeaked as he winced loudly, sounding just like a prey animal that had been caught. “I said that… I can feel how hard and heavy you are, so backed up it was just irresistible to me…”. The shorter man gulped as he added softly, “How if I were a woman, I would have o-ovulated just for you… how I’d let you… fertilize my… womb…”.

Solo felt a primal growl escape his lips at the shorter man's words, the sound feral and rough with desire. The shorter man's words were like a drug to his already heightened senses, and he felt his control snapping at an alarming rate. Solo could practically smell the shorter man's desire, the scent of it thick in the air like a perfume. It was so sickeningly sweet, a sticky honey trap set out for him to indulge in.

Geo trembled as he said lowly, “Um Solo…? I-I know I’m a guy but… will you try your best anyway to knock me up?”.

Solo felt his mind go blank for a moment, the words going straight to his head and his already painfully hard cock in equal measure. He let out an almost animalistic groan, the sound rough and guttural, his voice low and husky as he responded. "Mmm… I'll give you everything I have, princess… I'll make you mine. Only mine~!”. With that, Solo's mouth captured Geo's in a rough, hungry kiss, his hands roaming over the shorter man's body with an almost feverish intensity. His lips and tongue claimed every inch of Geo's skin he could reach, branding the shorter man as his own. He could feel his sanity slipping, his instincts taking control as he gave in to his raw, primal arousal.

“Mmph! Mmmm…”, Geo could barely even respond as Solo kissed him like a man possessed, his hands and mouth leaving a trail of fire across his skin. It was all he could do just to cling to Solo as he was devoured, his own arousal growing stronger with each passing second. He writhed and panted beneath the taller man, completely lost in the haze of lust and desire that had consumed them both.

Solo only broke the kiss to breathe, his breathing ragged and labored, his eyes dark with unbridled lust. He felt like a live wire, every nerve in his body on fire. The taste of Geo on his tongue only made him want more, and he continued to explore the shorter man's body, his mouth moving down his neck, and right down Geo’s slim yet perky chest~! Solo’s calloused hands were rough and impatient as they pushed aside the slender cloth barrier that wrapped around Geo’s dripping genitalia, the thin fabric completely shredded by his strength. The white-haired warrior moved back up the shorter man's body and buried his face into his neck, his breath hot and heavy against his skin. His hands roamed over Geo's body, touch rough and needy as he explored every inch of his skin. Solo could feel the shorter man trembling beneath him, the knowledge fueling his own desire and need.

“Solo~!! Please~!! I’ll happily let you relieve your pent-up lust inside me~! Go right on ahead~!!”, the brunette-haired man panted, feeling a painful but pleasurable sensation take ahold of him as Solo bit his chest.

The white-haired man let out a low growl as he heard the shorter man’s words, his need and desire for the brunette-haired man almost overwhelming. His hands gripped Geo’s hips, his fingers nearly bruising the skin as he pulled the shorter man closer. He could feel his own control slipping, his lust and need taking over as he finally gave in to his instincts.

Needless to say, the moment that Solo let all of his control go, neither he nor Geo would sleep that night. 

Thank goodness he got the hotel penthouse suite, because anyone else on the floor would have heard the ensuing noise coming from inside. It was a turbulent and frantic mess inside there, the pleasurable high high-pitched, and ultra-feminine cries of Geo Stelar being heard from outside the room. “Solo~!!! Solo~!! Solo~!!!”, he cried out as the door from outside the room thudded back and forth. The warrior from Mu didn’t care who heard them, didn’t care what anyone else outside thought as he claimed the shorter man as his own. As far as he was concerned, the entire world could come crashing down around them, and he wouldn’t care. All he cared about was being with Geo, and he showed the shorter man exactly how he felt with every touch, every kiss, every movement of his body.

He took his time, savoring every second, every moment, every gasp and moan that escaped the shorter man's lips. The sounds of the door banging and thudding outside didn't even register in Solo's mind, so focused was he on the beautiful being beneath him. It was as if the entire world didn't exist, everything outside of the two of them fading away until there was nothing left but the two of them, lost in each other. 

Geo Stelar and Solo forgot in the heat of the moment that they were the two strongest EM fighters on the planet, even without their wave change forms. As such, their copulation was intense to say the least, as the once rivals broke everything in the room without even touching it once. Neither Geo nor Solo noticed that they had broken the bed frame, or how the paintings on the walls came down. Every powerful slam of their hips against one another caused the furniture to bounce and move. The windows rattled, but none of that mattered compared to the extreme pleasure they were both feeling.

Solo felt like he was on fire; every touch and every sensation from the shorter man felt like an electric current running through him. Everything about him was driving Solo to the brink of madness, the way he felt, the way he tasted, the way he smelled, the way he sounded. It was beyond anything the white-haired warrior ever thought possible, a complete submission of his senses to the man beneath him.

Solo was never going to get tired of this. He was never going to let go of Geo. This cute California twink was all his~!

Geo was still frantically kissing Solo everywhere he could get to, as if to adorn his body with his sweet, plush lips. It was both a sign of submission and dominance, making sure even in the heat of that moment, that he was careful with Solo’s scars. The white-haired warrior could feel the shorter man's kisses on his scars, the feeling like a gentle caress against his rough, battered skin. It sent a shiver of a different sort through him, his heart racing in his chest. The tenderness and care Geo showed him in that moment only made his desire for the man stronger. He held him closer, his arms wrapping around the shorter man's waist to pull him in tighter against him, their bodies molded together like they were made to fit.

From this angle, Geo could clench down harder around Solo. He was practically a living fleshlight, so much shorter than Solo yet fitting so perfectly. It was as if his petite body was made to fit the taller Murian warrior in every way possible. He even squeaked and squealed, too, looking completely lewd with the way his flushed, freckled face looked. Solo couldn’t stop the feral growl that escaped his lips as he felt the shorter man clench around him, the sensation almost too much to bear. The way his body fit so perfectly against his own, like they were meant to be together… it was like nothing he had ever felt before. He buried his face into the crook of the shorter man's neck, his breathing heavy and ragged with desire. He could feel his control slipping further and further, the sound of the shorter man's squeaks and squeals driving him insane.

At some point during the night, Solo wanted to test something. As the Murian warrior stood up from the bed with Geo still around his waist, he just needed to verify a lingering suspicion he had in his fuzzy brain. While his muscular, sweaty body was still shaking from all the power he was exerting, Solo could still walk relatively fine. He kept his pace steady as he walked over to the nearby full-body mirror across the room with Geo still around him. Solo held Geo in his arms as he walked to the mirror, his grip on the shorter man firm and steady. He wanted him to see exactly what he saw right now, the way they fit together so perfectly, like they were made for each other.

"Look at yourself, princess~”, he purred in the shorter man's ear, his voice rough and low. "See what you do to me, just by being here~". He held Geo in front of the mirror, his body practically pinning the shorter man against him. The spiky-haired brunette could barely focus as he was being held up just by the taller man’s dick, as if he were so small that his weight was nothing for Solo. It was an incredibly humiliating and erotic sight, but it only just made him clench on tighter to the white-haired warrior. Geo’s feet couldn’t even touch the ground from this angle, which only sparked his arousal further. It was truly as if he were a living cocksleeve for the white-haired warrior to use and pump into, fitting so well against Solo.

Solo felt a thrill run through him as he held Geo in front of the mirror, the shorter man practically a living sex toy in his hands. It seems as if his theory was correct~! It was such a powerful, dominant feeling, and it only fueled the fire of his desire for the brunette. He pressed him harder against the mirror, his body flush against Geo’s. Solo wanted to brand the spiky-haired femboy, make him his in every way possible. He nuzzled his face into Geo’s neck, his lips leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses across his skin. Solo was lost in the moment, the feeling of the shorter man in his arms, the scent of his skin, the sound of his every breath and whimper, it was almost too much. His entire focus was on the man in front of him, the man who was now his and no one else's. The power and the rush were incredible, and he knew in that moment that there was nothing he wouldn't do for the brunette.

It didn’t take more than a minute for Solo to begin relentlessly slamming into him atop the bed again, relishing in how much of a mess Geo Stelar had become. The shorter man was barely recognizable as either Shooting Star Megaman or the usual Geo; this was a side of him that Solo wanted to see every day more than anything else in the world. As the Murian warrior continued to slam into the California twink with rough, urgent thrusts, he felt a deep sense of satisfaction that he had made the shorter man his own. It was more than just an act of dominance; it was a declaration, a claim that Geo Stelar was his. He wanted to see every side of the shorter man, every emotion, every thought, every expression, and he wanted to be the only one to see it~! 

Minutes soon gave into hours, as this was one match that Geo had no hope of winning. It seemed as if his words from earlier that day in the arena were true; Solo was the undisputed champion of the ‘Strongest Fighter in California’. Right now, he was proving it too, and there was no doubt in the brunette twink’s head that he wasn’t walking out of this room standing upright properly. It was as if time had lost all meaning for the two of them; the only thing on Solo’s mind was the shorter man in his arms. Hours passed, but he barely even noticed. The white-haired warrior couldn't get enough of Geo, couldn't get enough of the way he moved, the way he sounded, the way he felt, and smelled. Solo wanted more, so much more than he could ever put into words.

Eventually, Solo had claimed Geo so thoroughly that utter exhaustion took over. The white-haired man was exhausted, more tired than he had ever been in his life. Yet, the warrior from Mu felt an intense satisfaction, one he had never known was possible. Solo held the shorter man in his arms, their bodies fitting together as if they were made for each other. The shorter brunette man could tell that Solo was exhausted since he could barely keep his rubellite-red eyes open. Geo pulled the exhausted warrior close to his chest, which was now covered in bite marks, pulling the sheets over them. The brunette allowed Solo to nestle close to him, the gesture one of pure adoration and care. Geo hummed softly as he gently soothed the taller warrior’s muscular back, helping usher him to sleep. As he drifted off to sleep, Solo could still faintly feel the shorter man's touch against his skin. The gentle brush of Geo’s fingers, the warmth of his chest against his cheek, the faint sound of his heartbeat in his ears… it was all like a soothing balm against his exhaustion and drained feeling. Solo wrapped his arm around the brunette femboy and held him closer, wanting to keep him close even in sleep.

Solo slept deeply, more peacefully than he had in a long, long time. There were no nightmares, no dreams of battle or bloodshed, no lingering memories or haunting thoughts. There was only the soft, comforting feeling of the man beside him, his presence a soothing balm to the Murian warrior’s weary mind and body. Eventually, Solo stirred, slowly coming back to consciousness. As he opened his eyes, the first thing he noticed was the shorter man still asleep beside him, his breathing steady and even. He took a moment just to watch him sleep, to admire the peaceful expression on his face, the gentle rise and fall of his chest. It felt so surreal, like some kind of dream he didn't want to wake up from. The white-haired man pulled the brunette closer, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist as he buried his face in the man's shoulder. Solo inhaled the scent of this precious femboy lover of his, a mix of sweat, musk, and something uniquely Geo. Solo wanted to stay like this, to hold the shorter man close and never let go, to protect him from all the hardships and dangers of the outside world.

The Murian warrior lay there for a few more moments, just holding the shorter man against him and listening to his breathing. Then, with great reluctance, he pried himself away from the sleeping brunette, his body complaining at the loss of warmth and contact. Solo slowly got out of bed, his joints and muscles aching from the earlier activities. He looked back at the dozing twink, still fast asleep in the tangled sheets, and felt a pang in his chest at the sight. The white-haired fighter wanted to kiss Geo awake, but he also knew that he needed to let his lover rest. Solo looked around the room for a moment, his eyes taking in the messy state of the room. The bed frame was heavily broken, the sheets were tangled, the curtains had been torn a little, and the air still held a faint scent of their earlier activity. Solo had to admit, the sight made him feel a little smug, like a sort of primal satisfaction in seeing the evidence of the shorter man’s surrender to him.

Solo then immediately felt his injuries from yesterday’s boxing match settle in, hissing loudly as he stumbled into the bathroom. Solo had to admit his body was sore. Very sore. He could feel the remnants of several love bites over his skin, and the aches and pains of their earlier activities were catching up to him. It seemed as if Patrick Sprigs either dealt more damage than he thought of or the rough sex last night was finally catching up to him now that adrenaline was gone. He glanced in the mirror, taking in the mess of his hair and the various marks and bruises across his skin, including some new ones left from the night before. Solo splashed water on his face from the sink, effectively washing away the last remnants of sleep. As he dried off, he couldn't help but notice the various marks on his skin, remnants of the previous night with Geo. Solo couldn’t help but feel a spark of desire ignite in his stomach at the sight, his body remembering the feeling of holding the curvy brunette close, of hearing him gasp and whine…!

The white-haired man looked at his reflection in the mirror one last time, sighing almost as if in defeat, while he muttered to himself with a smile. “Well shit, guess I’m locked in with Geo from here on out”, the white-haired warrior spoke as he then added to no one in particular, “Well, might as well freshen up before-”. 

The sound of Omega-Xis screaming in the hallway outside of the penthouse chamber, “KID, WHAT THE FUCK?! THIS WHOLE ASS AREA REEKS OF EM FIELDS MESHING AND STRAIGHT UP GAY SEX!”, snapped the Murian warrior out of his stupor. Solo just sighed as he said to himself, “Ah. Seems like there’s no getting away from this one!”, laughing softly as he continued to hear the shorter man’s EM body ranting outside the penthouse door. As the Murian man casually walked out from the bathroom back to where a flustered Geo was struggling to find something in the room to cover himself up with, he nonchalantly picked up the hotel phone for room service. “Uhh… let me get two plates of spaghetti and meatballs, a pack of sanbei crackers, and a single bottle of mezcal to the penthouse room”, Solo spoke into the receiver as Omega-Xis finally broke the door down after he finished placing his order. 

The Murian man was going to need that drink, it seemed… but hey, at least he was the ‘Strongest Fighter in California’, right? 

Handling a raging Omega-Xis though… ehh… maybe that was one fight he should step away from.

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The End :)