It drove Blue crazy that he could never seem to throw Red off his game. He felt like he’d tried everything. Changing up tactics, changing up his team, aggressive pre-battle banter. Nothing worked.

This time, he had a new plan. When Red held out his hand for a shake before the match, Blue grabbed his wrist and pulled him tight against his chest, catching him in a sudden, rough kiss.

Lips on lips, Blue pressed his tongue into Red’s mouth. Surely this had caught him off guard.

But no, the stiffness of surprise faded, and Red melted into his arms.