Knockout • OT4

11 - Fear

"Hood, you're up in five!"

The Māori boxer took a deep breath as he slammed his gloves into each other, making sure they felt good against his prized hands.

Tonight was fight night, the night a bunch of rich old men who could quite literally assassinate their losing bid, drunk and high lunatics, pretty girls with slutty intentions, and outcasted highschool students place their bets on the boxer with the best outcomes.

Winner takes all.

It was nearing 9pm and the stands with questionable stability were overflowing with obnoxious crowds.

Adrenaline was already coursing through the brunettes veins, he was ready to leave a few bruises and make some easy cash tonight.

He always did, he wasn't feared in this shit hole for nothing.

"Right, you're up against Johnson tonight. His tell? Left eyebrow furrows when he's taken more than he can handle, from there you can easily knock-"

"I know, Luke. Trust me, I'm aware."

Trust me.

The blonde cracked a smile as he tilted his head down, fighting desperately to keep even the slightest of emotions at bay today.

"Win and we'll make it worth your while."

This easily caught Calum attention, causing the man to step closer, basically coming up nose to nose with the blonde that still held some height over him.

Such a delicate smirk graced his gorgeous face, Calum was almost sure he'd fumble in his fight thinking of such an image.

"Who's we?"

His smirk only grew as he dropped his arms to rest on the broad man's hips, such a careful action for such a place of violence. Looks like the blonde was leading in his flare of dominance out of the three.

He leant down ever so slightly, lips grazing over the tanned ear before he whispered.

"Ash.. myself.. maybe Michael. He mentioned he'd come by tonight, ya know?"

Goosebumps rose along the tan mans arms and the hair on his neck rose within an instant. Maybe it wasn't the only thing that rose.

Mentioning Michael in such a manner was new to them, only because they always enjoyed the more sadistic nature of pleasure, always enjoyed a bit more pain to their play.

With their itching want to put that brat in his place, but also picking up on subtle signs that maybe he isn't as dominating in situations as he ought himself out to be.. the idea of taking Michael and finally making him cry out in the way they knew they could make him? Was a dangerously tempting offer.

The taller man let his words linger, feeling strange for even bringing up the younger boy at all. But he knew, on his behalf and the others, that the red haired fighter was fucking with all of their perceptions.

He was fucking with their perception of depth, because suddenly they didn't know just how deep they were in it until it was too late.

"That punk is gonna be here tonight?" Calum whispered back, opting to just avoid the way his companion mentioned him in the first place. Luke hummed, pulling the large body against his own as he littered kisses along the man's neck.

"Think he'd wanna hop in the ring and take me on himself?" Calum questioned. He couldn't help but tilt his head back, allowing a similar smirk that once graced Luke's lips to grace his own.

He was lowering himself into a dangerous mindset that the blonde and Ashton absolutely loved provoking.

"Even if he did, poor kid would be scared shit-less before packing a decent enough punch, don't ya think?" Luke questioned in return.