I needed wongstrange fluff. And to write a magic fight scene. With PDA. Don't mind me.
They were fighting again. Stephen had his eldritch whip (his preferred weapon after the Shields of the Seraphim), and was currently trying to defend himself after Wong charged at him with his Bo staff. Wong struck, but Stephen cast a Shield and Wong's staff rebounded, falling to the ground behind him. Wong reverted to his fists, pummeling the Shield with his gloves. Somewhere behind them, the Ancient One was calmly narrating the fight, explaining to wide-eyed Apprentices why the staff rebounded like it did (Wong had put too much force behind the attack and had aimed for his opponents chest, holding the staff like a spear instead of taking into account Stephen's magic and switching tactics to counter).
"That is why we must know our enemies, when we can. Often, they will have a preferred weapon or style, like Master Strange. See how he always fights with a whip or a shield? And lets not forget the Cloak."
Stephen grunted as Wong pressed on Stephen's Shield. His staff had been recovered and Stephen was nearly on the ground, his arms crossed in front of him as Wong bore down.
"That's... Doctor... Strange.... to you--" Stephen grunted. The Ancient One laughed. Stephen spared a second to glance in her direction and immediately regretted it as the momentary loss of focus gave Wong the upper hand to knock out Stephen's Shield. It fell to the ground and disappeared in a shower of gold sparks.
Suddenly, Stephen was on the ground, Wong's staff resting on his shoulder. The Ancient One was speaking again, but Stephen managed to ignore every thing she said, mostly because of the look Wong was giving him. It was heated, possessive. Stephen grinned.
Wong smirked and leaned down, shifting the staff so it was on the ground next to Stephen's head before leaning on it. He stretched out a hand to help Stephen up.
Stephen couldn't help but laugh. "Are you sure about that?"
Stephen grabbed Wong's hand, used a spark of magic to propel him forward, and practically threw himself onto Wong.
Wong staggered under his weight, dropping the staff as Stephen kissed him. Hard.
Wong grunted as Stephen grabbed his shoulders and kicked the back of his knee, knocked his legs out from under him, throwing them both to the ground. The Ancient One broke their fall with a well-placed spell and Stephen broke the kiss, sitting up to straddle Wong, pinning his wrists above his head.
They were both breathless and red, and Wong was doing his best goldfish impression.
"That... that's cheating- you cheated!"
Stephen smirked, leaning down to kiss Wong. "I won, fair and square."
Wong rolled his eyes. "Ancient One, that was cheating!"
Stephen laughed. "Real mature, Wong."
The Ancient One smiled, walking towards them. She stopped besides Wong's torso and looked down at them. "Actually, Stephen won. Pay attention, students. Master Wong may have had the higher ground, but Master Strange here used his wits and any means possible to defeat his opponent. I wouldn't recommend kissing them, however, unless you and your opponent have been married for four years like Master Strange and Master Wong."
The Ancient One continued talking, moving away from them.
"I still call that cheating."
Stephen rolled off of Wong, kissing him once more for good measure before standing up and dusting off his robes. "You can punish me in bed tonight, if you would like, Master Wong. I," He motioned to a gaggle of students forming around the courtyard tree, "have work to do."
Wong chuckled and flipped him off like the responsible adult he was, rolling onto his stomach and standing up as a few students (and the Ancient One, although she'd never admit it) laughed.
Stephen grinned. "I love you, too, douchebag."
