Under the cold, harsh light of the single bare bulb, two black men, stripped to the waist, face off. The room is filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the crack of flesh on flesh. They fight with a ferocity that belies their attraction, each blow a testament to their pent-up desire. The fight is a dance, a brutal, beautiful ballet, their bodies moving in sync, their moves anticipating each other's next strike. As the fight reaches its climax, so do they, their bodies entwined, their cries of release echoing through the empty warehouse.