Disclaimer: I don't own Gareth or Nightheart. I do, however, own Asura. And Asura is a smexy, smexy man.

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"Dammit, you bastard!" Duck. "Stay-" Dodge. "Away-" Swipe. "From Nightheart!" Hit, sink. Gareth fell to the ground, Asura's katana protruding from his left side.

"Asshole!" Gareth hissed, violently ripping the katana out from his side and whipping it at Asura, who caught it with practiced ease. "Nightheart was originally mine, and I'll stop at nothing to get her back!"

Asura smirked. "So, now you're treating her as an item?" He confidently strode forward, keeping one eye on Gareth's quickly healing wound.

"So what if I am?" Gareth chuckled maliciously. "That's all she ever was to me. I would chain her up, rip her clothes of, take my clothes off, and I would command her to pleasure me in any way possible. Stroke me, lick me, deep throat me …" He shuddered with delight.

Asura growled. It was obvious he didn't want Gareth talking about Nightheart like that. "Stay away from her," he warned. "Stay away from Nightheart. Throw away all the dreams you have about a future with her."

"And if I don't?"

Asura stepped closer. "I'll be even more jealous than I already am." With that said, Asura lunged at Gareth, tackling the smaller man to the ground.

"Jealous?" Gareth laughed incredulously. "Of me?" A look of surprise flickered across his face, but disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. "You're not jealous of me, you're jealous of Nightheart, aren't you? Aren't you?" Asura growled again.

"So what if I am, huh? What if all these years, it's you I've liked?" Asura fought hard to keep control of his blush.

"I don't care if you are, and what if all these years I've been using Nightheart to get to you?" Gareth started to get up, but Asura forced him back onto the ground.

"I happen to like being on top, you know." Asura smirked.

Gareth rolled over, quickly reversing their positions. "Well that's just too bad, because I greatly dislike not being in control."

Asura pushed Gareth off of him, and stood up. He backed Gareth up against a tree, and kissed him.

Gareth gasped at the sudden contact, but maintained the kiss, tilting his head to make it deeper.

Asura's tongue danced across Gareth's lips, asking for entrance. When Gareth's lips parted, Asura slipped his tongue in. Both men fought in a battle for dominance, neither giving up, but Asura winning quickly despite Gareth's efforts.

When the two broke apart, each panting for breath, Gareth smirked.

"If you were that desperate, all you had to do was ask."