Cyare (A Rexsoka SWTCW Fanfic)

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Rex panted slightly, hot despite the sheen of sweat across his bare chest. He glanced up at the spectators, then at his opponent. His general, also shirtless, cracked his knuckles and lunged at the clone. Rex twisted away and grabbed Anakin's wrist. Dropping his shoulder, he plowed into the other man's side and used the excess momentum to toss the jedi over his shoulder to the mat below.

Anakin grunted slightly on the impact, and Rex was on him in an instant. His legs complained slightly with the exertion, but Ahsoka watching him from above the sparring mats reminded him why they were doing this. Why he had to win.

Rex put his knee in Anakin's back and pulled his arm behind him in a simple but effective pin. Cody, who was reffing the match, dropped to the ground and began to count.

"One... two..."

Anakin twisted and flipped the both of them over, so that Rex was on the bottom. The clone would not allow this, and threw Anakin off of him roughly. The two men rolled away from each other, and Cody called for a break. Rex walked to his side of the mat and took the water bottle that Fives offered him gratefully.

During the brief break, Ahsoka sauntered up to him and leaned against the low wall that served as the boundaries for the sparring mats. Rex leaned down and gave his bride a kiss on the forehead. She snickered.

"You're doing better than I thought you would." She teased. Rex rolled his eyes.

"Save your smack talk for your round, yeah?" He rasped as he pushed off the wall to face off with Anakin again. The general smiled.

"You know I'd let you marry her anyways of you tap out, right?" He taunted. Rex snorted.

"We'll see who does the tapping out." He shot back as they began to circle. Anakin's quip was cut off as Rex jumped at him, suddenly going on the offensive. He threw a rapid series of jabs that the general just managed to block. Anakin twisted to kick at Rex's head, but Rex ducked and grabbed his foot, pulling the jedi off balance and sending them both tumbling to the ground.

Anakin shoved back off the ground, scrambling to top Rex. He got him in a similar hold to what Rex had held him in earlier and forced him down. Cody dropped and began to count, but Rex twisted and managed to dislodge the general. They went back and forth like this for what felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes. Anakin was on top, then Rex, then Anakin again. Rex threw his legs around the general and rolled.

He came up on top, and managed to get his arm around the generals neck. Anakin struggled valiantly, and if they had been allowed to use the force Rex would have been bug squash already. But they weren't, and only one of them had been trained since he had been pulled from his cloning vat. It wasn't the jedi.

Finally, fatefully, Anakin stopped struggling and slammed his palm down on the mat, once... twice, and on the third time, Rex let go.

Anakin dragged himself away to catch his breath as Rex pulled himself onto a knee. Anakin staggered to his feet and took Rex by the arm. Helping him up, he raised the other's hand high above their heads. The onlookers erupted in cheers.

By onlookers, he meant Fives, Kix, Cody, Ahsoka, and Lux, who had payed them a visit from planetside.

Anakin smiled and limped to the low wall. He had landed funny on his hip when Rex had thrown him over his shoulder. Ahsoka met him on the other side of the wall, and they clasped hands. Anakin gave a low chuckle as he passed her.

"Take him down a peg, for me." He told her. Ahsoka grinned and extended her fangs in a toothy smile.

"Of course, Master." She vaulted over the wall easily and landed in a cat-like couch. She tilted her head as she stood. "Scared, love?"