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If one were pessimistic, they would say the world is divided into winners and losers. Into the strong and the weak. What defines strength and weakness though? When does someone win and someone lose?
Reki can taste blood. He runs his tongue over his split lip, the wound burning but he can’t stop gnawing at it, the metallic taste both appalling and rich and the sharp pain weirdly soothing. His lungs are burning when he heaves a breath, his arm muscles are straining behind his back, held together tightly by what he assumes is rope by the way they cut and scratch into his skin at his wrists.
The air smells damp, a downpour hangs heavy in the air and the humidity before a typhoon storm is so thick, it is hard to breathe. Sweat is running down Reki’s head, mingling with the blood running down his temple and sticking his hair together uncomfortably.
A shoe, black, elegant adult, shiny and probably expensive leather, connects with his stomach, delivering a painful kick into his ribs. Pain shoots through his body and Reki cries, coughing, bracing himself to skid across the ground a few meters before he can curl up his knees to protect his body from more incoming blows. His ribs burn. That is going to leave a bruise.
The ground is dry from days over days of sun and the impact has whirled up clouds of sand that irritate his already laboured air pipes. He wheezes desperately to get enough oxygen into his system, blinking tears away to glare at the approaching figure.
The man closes in on him and casts a long dark shadow down upon Reki’s position on the ground, bright lights of a big, black car shining from behind him and blinding Reki if the man hasn’t thrown a shade that is a soothing break for Reki’s blinded eyes. Tall, dark, broad, regal and supreme like a ruler he stands just a few steps away from the boy.
The man Reki knows as ADAM, founder and top skateboarder of S, now stands in front of him with what he assumes is his everyday appearance. A dark blue, form-fitting tailored vest, expensive suit pants, a simple yet probably also expensively personally tailored white shirt and dark blue hair that usually was spiky and wild during S is now gelled back meticulously, only leaving one lock in the front to fall into his eye slightly.
Somehow, Reki thinks this is like ADAM trying to contain his unhinged true nature but can’t completely keep everything locked up.
The man sneers with a sizable amount of disdain and anger in his red eyes.
If Reki had met this man, inside and outside of S before he went and insulted Miya and hurt fellow skaters (including him), he might have fallen for him a little, platonically or more, because he is a very handsome man who oozes dominance and power and confidence. Reki would have admired it greatly under different circumstances.
Admiration is a funny thing because even if Reki has nothing but contempt and caution for this man left, a deeply buried naive part inside of him still feels an inkling of childish reverence. Reki tries hard to squash that feeling.
He groans when he forces himself up, upper body protesting from the straining, hurting muscles but Reki does not stop until he sits upright again, knees propped up and spread cross-legged as if he is not scared. (He is, a little, but body language is important here and he does not want to lose without a fight at least.)
The same shoe as before, still shiny and spotless despite the rough, storm-brewing surrounding of heavy humidity and earthy, non-betoned paths and forests and cliffs, lifts and Reki tries not to flinch away when its smooth, warm surface tilts his chin further up.
Somewhere close by a thunder roars through the night, foreboding and while still distant, Reki feels like it echoes through his heart, making it beat faster and harder against his bruised ribcage.
“You look good bloody and beaten, little redhead,” Adam says, his voice dripping with contempt. The tip of the expensive shoe digs into Reki’s skin and he winces, amber eyes burning with defiance.
“You won already, Adam, what do you want from me now?” His voice is steady and Reki feels a little bit of triumph. The rush from almost winning against Adam, from turning his fear into fuel to give his best and enjoying the dangerous challenge has him gain a considerable amount of self-confidence.
He is not a winner, but he is not a loser either. The world should not be that black and white.
“Your humiliation in exchange for mine from the race.”
Reki snaps out of his thoughts and in this moment everything is illuminated by white light from a lightning strike. There is no sound yet, silence passing both of them as his eyes look at the tall man staring down at him with hate.
“You can beat me up all you want, I am used to getting hurt,” Reki replies stubbornly. He starts gnawing on his split lip again. The taste of copper and the stinging pain somehow grounds him, keeping him from being afraid. Like embracing the pain will make him stronger. Or something.
The loud, booming thunder follows soon after, much closer now. The wind has picked up as well and it is tearing on Reki’s red locks. Adam’s blue hair barely moves in contrast except for the one lock of hair.
“Annoying,” Adam comments with the click of his tongue. His shoe slides down Reki’s throat now and his breath hitches when the tip briefly pauses to push against his air pipe.
The difference in power right now is glaring. Whatever advantage in confidence Reki had gained from their beef is now insignificant and unimportant in light of how he is tied up, bloody and bruised and at Adam’s mercy. The man is impossibly much taller standing when he himself is sitting on the ground, barely able to keep his back straight from the pain.
The shoe slides lower, painfully dragging down the skin of his throat, then over his collar and sternum, getting caught in his yellow sweatshirt collar and dragging it down. The red eyes that have watched Reki intently are now focusing below his face. Reki winces, the sweatshirt collar digging into his back neck from being pulled in the front.
The man smirks at Reki’s struggle to keep his composure. Frankly, Reki does not know what Adam is planning.
The tip of the shoe slides further and the fabric slips from the smooth leather, snapping back up and relieving Reki from the pressure of having the cloth pulled down. The hard tip drags harshly over Reki’s ribcage and he bites back a groan of pain when he deliberately presses over the building bruise from the kick before. He hears Adam chuckle and he grits his teeth to glare up at the man. Adam stops upon noticing smoldering amber eyes looking defiant as before. And then Adam’s foot reaches his stomach. And digs the front of his elegant shoe into the soft flesh.
Reki gasps, though he has steeled his body to at least brace himself against the assault. He had anticipated something like this.
Adam looks less than pleased, grinding his foot more into Reki’s stomach, staining the yellow with dirt and earth. Reki curls into himself a little, stomach hard, growling to hold up against the man.
“You...!” Adam grounds out darkly, pulling back the tiniest bit to gain momentum to harshly step back against Reki’s stomach. But the boy is a thickhead, or a fool, and strains his stomach more to defend himself. For a moment it indeed looks like Reki wins against this attack, the big, black leather shoe sliding off Reki’s yellow sweatshirt, finding no soft leeway to sink into - and presses into the redhead’s crotch.
Reki does not know what happens because too much happens at once. The wind whips around them both, trees rustling loudly from the storm. Lightning strikes come more frequently around them, making it hard to adjust to the ever-changing levels of light and quieter, then louder crashes of thunder accompany the lightning strikes much faster than before, announcing the impending storm creeping closer and closer.
Yet in the moment Adam’s shoe presses against his nether region, pain shoots through his nervous system. Pain and...something else. A tingle that sets him on fire, hot and dry. It elicits a pained but also surprised moan from the boy.
He notices the moment it escapes and he bites down on his lower lip, tasting more blood than just from the split lip.
The foot that was about to be lifted off him stills. Thunder crashes audibly in the atmosphere, but afterwards it is eerily quiet except for the angry wind.
Oh no.
Reki lowers his face, mortified and eyes wide in shock. Did he just...moan from having Adam step on his….dick?
He really, really, REALLY wants to die on the spot. Screw winning, screw losing, screw being stubborn and fighting against Adam, he wants to be buried right here and now.
His face feels warm, too warm and he knows if he blushes, it reaches his ears, so even hiding his face he knows if one looks close enough, they will see he is blushing. A lighting strikes close by again and Reki wishes it had hit him instead.
He almost misses the chuckle due to the stormy winds and the rustling trees and bushes. But it picks up on volume and soon, Adam’s hysterical, amused laughter drowns out even the storm.
Reki decides now is a good time to try and shrink away from Adam, strategic retreat and all, from the foot still resting on his crotch and to his own horror he feels heat gradually trickling down his nether region upon just...seeing the big shoe on his hidden dick. Yes, he definitely needs to get away now.
“Oh no, redhead, you are just suddenly becoming entertaining to me,” the dark baritone voice is laced with amusement and definitely meaniness. Reki yelps startled when a hand snatches his chin to keep him in place. The touch feels like it burns him. It is the first time Adam touches Reki without gloves, direct skin to skin and Reki’s already heated face grows even warmer in embarrassed dread.
He wants to say something, but what does one say in such a situation? Considering he is kept here against his will, hands tied up in the first place, he can’t really say “Sorry, I need to go” and bail. He wishes he could just do that, though.
The lack of immediate reaction makes Adam frown, his grip tightening, but Reki avoids looking at the man even if he strains his neck from the hold on his chin.
But when the pressure on his groin doubles, hearing the smooth leather bearing down on his pants fabric, the hard heel grinding down on two layers and a heated, growing erection, Reki cannot suppress a moan even when he is biting his lips.
Shame washes over Reki yet again and he can practically hear Adam smiling in satisfaction, the grip on his chin lessening but the grinding down on his cock becoming an experimental movement.
Reki closes his eyes as he pants. "S-stop, please… I-it hurts…!"
"Does it?" Adam chuckles when the tip of the shoe nudges the side of Reki's cock through the fabrics, running it up and down the length that now visibly tents the fabric, pulling it taut over his groin. The redhead whimpers, tears of shame and arousal pricking the corner of his eyes as he squirms and tries to escape, yet each and every harsh step and nudge from the man with the expensive leather shoe sends a spike of sharp pleasure through his body.
"I know how you sound when hurt and scared. This is different...you are aroused. But...are you aroused because of the pain? Or is it just me stepping on your cock that arouses you?” Adam actually sounds fascinated, interested and curious. Almost like a child he prods here and there in Reki’s groin to gauge his reaction. Almost only because his smirk is very much not like a child, it’s borderline predatory and mean.
Reki shudders, trying his hardest to refrain from reacting, even though the man presses and nudges in the right places. How does he know? Or is he just so sensitive and easily pleased? To be fair he is a teenager virgin, guys like him tend to get off easier things.
But a person stepping on his dick?
That is the last thing Reki would have thought of.
A harsh tug at his chin makes him wince, eyes flitting over at Adam, who stares down at him with red, dark eyes that are filled with....lust?
Before Reki can wrap his head around that and just as he is about to avert his eyes, the man speaks, booming, demanding. “Don’t dare looking away.” A tongue flicks over his lower lip, smirking as a few locks of hair lose against the roaring, brutal wind, loosely flying into Adam’s face.
It makes Reki’s heart jump, the man looks much better than is fair.
As if hearing the praise Reki never said out aloud, Adam chuckles when he locks his eyes with Reki’s, foot pressing down on his cock hard.
The wind dies down, as if it is the calm before a storm.
The pressure in his groin and the pressure on his dick, the pressure he feels from Adam’s dominant gaze upon him, the strong, bruising grip on his chin and his own treacherous, over-excited heart are all too much.
Pressure releases suddenly, violently, pleasure overcoming Reki in waves. His eyes water, his vision blurring the man in front of him into a mix of dark blue and red. He gasps and moans breathlessly, body shaking from the release, tension leaving his body and with it his strength.
The shoe leaves his groin but Reki is too far gone to care. He doesn’t even care when he sees the man’s face approaching him.
Adam pulls Reki’s characteristic bandana over Reki's face, darkness suddenly surrounding him, making him all the more aware of the hot breath fanning over his face, and then he feels lips on his, a tongue running over Reki's split and bitten raw lips. The redhead gasps, confused, his mind slowly returning but unable to make sense of it. Reki’s own lips are dry and raw, while Adam’s feel soft, well-maintained, slightly wet. It is such a gentle, intimate gesture after the unwanted orgasm and much more intense without being able to see, that it makes Reki shudder and truly feel like losing control.
"Your despair and shame tastes deliciously bittersweet." The man’s breath ghosts over Reki’s wetted lips. He can smell cigarette smoke and roses.
The words are not nice, yet in his deprived sensory state and in the feeling of spiraling loss of control, Reki finds the unexpected, contradictory gentleness to be soothing and he yearns for more.
Oh no, no, no, that can't be happening. He can't be yearning for all the wrong reasons.
His body slumps the moment the man releases his iron grip on him. Reki crashes to the ground with a tired yelp, heaving his breath and coughing at the dust and sand he whirls up. At least it is not getting into his eyes this time. Now that he is getting off his high, he can feel the bruises on his body even more. His bruised ribs, the cuts and scratches, his split lip bitten raw. That and the uncomfortable stickiness in his pants. He really came from being stepped on. Damnit, he really wants to die in shame now. This is worse than being tossed around and manhandled by Adam.
Reki curls up into himself mortified, uselessly tearing at his restraints. His world, his vision is still dark, he hears the expensive shoes click on the ground, muffled, away from him and he is both relieved that he is leaving him to lie in the dirt and to burn from his own shame, but he is also feeling abandoned. He starts gnawing on his split lip again, the same that Adam has just kissed almost tenderly a few moments ago.
By now the wind has picked up again, but the first few drops of rain accompany it, giving the situation a finality akin to the storm that is starting. Last time in the beef against Adam rain was his ally, now he hopes it could wash away his shame, maybe drown him too because he can probably never face anyone associated with Adam again. (He is overreacting but right now he really wants to disappear.)
While Reki wallows in self-pity and burning shame, expecting to be soon drenched to the bone, he does not hear the approaching steps, albeit different ones from Adam.
He yelps when he is suddenly lifted by the strong arms of someone not Adam, who effortlessly carries him. He smells differently, neutral, there is no cigarette smoke but the humid, rainy air makes it hard to smell anything but rain by now. The muscles feel different, less defined than Adam’s. Reki panics a little, feeling vulnerable and helpless, his fighting spirit resurfacing. “W-what-? Who-?! A-are you removing the rope now…? Please release me already…!”
“That’s not for me to decide,” the monotonous voice answers and Reki recognizes it as the voice of Snake, one of the cape wearing administrators of S, often by Adam’s side and also...the one who brings Adam’s messages, so maybe he should not be surprised that he is here. The wind is roaring and rain is now drenching the both of them steadily and distantly Reki wonders where the man is carrying him.
He realizes it is a car, hearing the soft droning of an engine underneath the wind and the pitter-patter of the rain on the outside of a metal-structure the moment a car door clicks open and he is unceremoniously dumped into the seat. He yelps, landing in an inelegant heap, arms numb from behind tied behind his back, so he remains awkwardly on his back for a second.
Reki has barely processed the situation, when arms wrap around his body, pulling him off the seat he surely has drenched with rain water by now. Reki can’t help but yell in surprise and a little fear, struggling against the grip but the person just chuckles - it’s Adam - and forces him to sit upright, legs straddling a hip.
“Wha-stop?? L-let me go!” He tries to push himself away but the strong arms hold him down, his own legs shaky and weak against the pressure until he is seated in what he assumes is Adam’s lap, the cigarette and rose scent strongly coming off the man.
“Dear little redhead,” Adam drawls and Reki gulps shakily from the baritone voice so close to him, dripping with alluring superiority but also some form of reckless childishness. He can feel the breath of the other. The arms locked around his body loosen but before Reki can use that to his advantage, big hands slide down his sides to grip his hip through the slightly wet, thick fabric of his hoodie and pull him flush against the older man’s body.
He freezes. The body heat of the man permeates his clammy, semi-wet clothes and cooled down skin in such intensity it steals away his breath. Adam is hot and burning against his cooler body.
And hard.
“W-w-w-what-” Reki almost bites his tongue accidentally, mind scrambling to find a logical explanation for it but he whelps when the man buckles up his hip, his unmistakingly hardening length grinding against Reki’s uncomfortably sticky groin.
“You did this to me.” He can hear Adam smirking but Reki’s train of thoughts come to a screeching halt when he registers what exactly the man says. He’s got to be kidding. Reki was dying from shame while it turned him on? Humiliating Reki turns him on? Well, formulating the thought that way makes Reki realize it’s not that unlikely now.
Adam grinds into him again and Reki lets out a shaky moan, before freezing again, petrified and shocked. Oh no. He really wishes his arms were free, he would have clamped his hands over his mouth to prevent him from making anymore noises, but with limited movements all he has is his own willpower and that one has been out of commission for a while.
“S-stop, I-I don’t want this…!” Reki manages to protest weakly, hearing that his voice sounds as unconvincing as he feels, breath hitching when the hands cup his ass through his low-hanging pants, pushing him into Adam’s erection. His breath shudders and Adam’s breath also grows shallow.
“Since you did this to me,” Adam continues, voice dripping with arousal and body temperature rising, “I think you should take responsibility. That’s only fair, right?” His lips brush against the shell of Reki’s ear and the redhead shivers, whimpering. “Besides, I want to know what exactly makes you so...hot and bothered. You’re finally interesting to me, don’t ruin it. I think we can have a lot of fun together.” His voice is full of dark promises.
Adam bites his ear without warning and Reki cries, out of pain but also out of shame and confused excitement when he feels his cock in his pants twitch against Adam’s cloth-covered hard length. He does not feel like he lost, but he doesn’t feel like a winner, either.
The rain continues to drum monotonously against the car as the engine revs up gently to drive them away.