Handcuffed Rivals

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Sun was departuring from the sky as the street lamps, one by one, lit up, making the night a little bit lighter. The atmosphere at the Arena or the Underground as they liked to call it, from the outside looked like the daily gathering because let's face it, it was illegal.

But when you check out at the entrance, or they let you in once they see who you came with, the star of the night, with a descreate nodd of a head to not attract attention, you hear the screams it's the first thing you hear, smell, you smell the alcohol before you notice it.

Bodies crumpled on one another, sweaty and from a different kind of world, where tatoos is a cool thing, to have as much as possible, even if it's covering half your face, or body, it was supposed to be like that and who are you to say otherwise?

It's a place I hanged out from, the moment I entered.

King pulled on my arm and made space with the other, knowing his way, where to go and which short-cut to use. We pulled to his back room, lockroom or dresser, I didn't know. Everything was old and crumbly, pieces falling out from the wall, where once the paint decorated the scene, now bulky guys and blood.

All through the way here, King and I stood hand in hand, still tied up to each other because he didn't want to unlock us just yet, felt more comfortable if I securely came here to his changing room and he'd let me loose there. Like it was his choice or something. I didn't mind once his hand touched mine in the crowd and once I selfishly gripped on his, entwined our fingers, supposedly scared from all the drunk guys around me and their screaming.

I didn't feel comfortable about that part but even I knew I wasn't the one to get scared that easily and that holding hands was something way out of line here. But, I did it anyway, and he held it, I held it, all the way to the changing room, without words being echanged between us.
 Silence, as it was the best way to say or not to say.

Brenda was the first one I saw when King pulled the door open „You're late." And it surprised me she came here. From her behavior, I was sure she would skip the part where her friend, best or not, more or not, nothing was known here, fights to earn a couple of bucks and get rid of his stress.

Greg observed the situation when King rolled his eyes, not hiding it in front of her. I would've gotten mad or yelled but King never hid his feelings so she wasn't a bit surprised.

„Well, I came." As it was obvious.

Greg cleared his throat and kept looking at the middle area of both Kings and mines body, making me question my sanity or why he was doing that in the first place. I cleared my throat after him and King quickly pulled his hand away from mines, making me realise we were still holding hands, in front of their friends, and pulling away so drastically, didn't look good, almost like we were hiding it which we weren't and this is all wrong.

I began to clear things out, having the need to clarify myself in front of them but King didn't have time and I was wasting it, so he unlocked me from him and turned me around to look at him directly.

„Stay with Greg, don't talk to anyone except Brenda and Greg, you hear me?" repeating it again and again like I can't fanthom one sentence coming from him.

„I will, stop repeating it." I felt stupid just hearing it for so many times. He nodded, satified it got to me like he wanted it to get to me and we followed him out, on the other side, not the one from where we entered, but the back side, where the line painted on the floor pointed out a ring in the far center of the room and when all the yelling and crazy names where thrown in the air.

I felt goosepoms all over my arms, my legs, my heart skipped many beats at once, when all the lights pointed out at the ring and Kings body, up on the dirty, blue, sponges. People still screamed various names in the air, not once did I hear Kings which was reasonable. He wouldnt' give out his real name to an illegal business. People seemed to like him, from what I've learned, when he pulled on the boxing gloves, those big, black and red, roundy gloves and protection on his teeth,braces of some sort.

The other guy, his opponent, stood just as high as King, blood thrist in that evil smile, self evoting, almost sadistical. I couldn't help but feel uneasy, all I wanted to do was close my eyes as the words I was running away from kept repeating in my head. I wanted to leave, I was so scared to look at this raw, animalistic fight, no wonder it was illegal.

The announcer whisteled and hell in front of my eyes was just like what I would describe Hell to be. Both were strong, both were equally wanting the win, ripping on each others throat, not literally but punching whenever and from different sides.

King pushed on him hard, getting a good punch on his face more then once but the guy got up like it wasn't such a big deal and punched one back. In the same area, with the same force as I closed my eyes with both of my hands in front of my eyes. People still yelled, people still jumped on the spot, sweat and liquor the only senses I recognized.

I was becoming sicker and sicker as the game they were playing became harder to stomach, harder to watch. Greg was still next to me, this time closer to the view, letting me hang loose from behind his back as Brenda stood there with crossed arms, like she wanted him to suffer and spill blood all over the place.

I couldn't take it anymore, I couldn't watch. I didn't want to watch him being so valuable, I wanted to run and run as fast as I could. So I did.

In miliseconds, I turned away from all the pains and cries, manly and strong cries but cries nevertheless, pushing on the crowd, the people who ddidn't look hostile, who didn't look like they minded me sprinting from there. Who were all about their money and in whom did they put it on.

At the entrance, when I finally got to catch some air, the guards didn't bid me goodbye, they didn't bid me a nodd, like I wasn't even there and I was grateful, I didn't want to talk, I didn't want to see or hear anyone.

Upon arriving at Kings residence, his butler Francis opened up the gate doors and then welcomed me in, rubbing his eyes from the sleep, in his pajamas, confused to see me outside of the house or without King linked to me.

I told him King went to buy something and will be here soon but he forgot to give me the keys, so Francis didn't ask much, just went to his bed and told me to have a good nights sleep as well. Huh, I doubted that but it was nice to hear it from him. He was growing on me, strangely, as he is a butler, but also more of a family member.

That night, I don't know how much time passed, I crowled in Kings bedroom and sat on his bed, already dressed in his oversized t-shirt which I picked from his walk in closet and his boxers I randomly pulled out of the drawer. I just sat there, horrified and repeating all the events in my head, from the very start to the finish line, where I couldn't take it anymore ,and run like a coward I really was.

For a moment there, just sitting and repeating all the screams and yelling, I didn't hear King entering franatically and yelling at me as well so seeing his foot before hearing him and his arm around my elbow to raise me up from the bed, frightened me even more.

„Are you fucking insane? Do you have any idea what you caused-„ he yelled and yelled and I cried seeing his face, his red, bloody face, his hands all bruised up, purple, green, all sorts of color, while I heard the screams in my head, louder and louder, but not his screams, the ones from the fight that somehow couldn't leave my mind.

„Are you nuts? I can't just stand there and watch you get hurt!" I yelled as he yelled, at the same time, interwining with each other „I thought I lost you! This isn't funny!"

„I wasn't laughing!" I cried again yelling louder this time „I hate you but I would never ever hurt you. That was awful, I don't want them touching you, why would you let me watch that?" with every word my voice was laced with more tears as I was choking on my own tongue, watching him stop all of his yelling as if he just realised my wet face and make up all over my cheekbones.

In one quick motion, he gripped my cheek with his open palm, sweaty and manly, and pulled me on his lips as fast and hard as possible. I didn't know what to do, it happened so fast and unpredicted, that I enjoyed his touch on mine as soon as it made contact.

 His lips moved knowingly, gripping on my face harder as I put both of my arms around the back of his neck, moving my own lips against his, following his every command. From one side, to the other, he played with my tongue, sweetness laced with every move. I felt my knees giving out soon, all too soon, I didn't know he could have that effect on me.

 My body didn't want to waste another minute and neither did his, my arms slowly going down his back while his other hand, the one that didn't lay on my cheek, messed around with my hair, making her a nest and locks all over the place.

I searched his back, every inch on his skin, I wanted to know everything as I pulled, slowly, the t-shirt up his torso, while he got the message immediately, stopping the kiss for a second before he threw the shirt over his head and met me half-way there again, my back hitting the bed.

I giggled in the kiss, still feeling my face wet from the tears but it didn't last long, it was overpowered with high moans once his head went to my neck, kissed and nibbled there, like a pro and I didn't know how to breathe, how to stop myself from screaming in pleasure.

I messed his hair as well, just watching him on me, then closing my eyes to enjoy the pleasure whitin me. He went lower, kissing every inch of me, like he was feeding and he hasn't eaten for days. He pulled his shirt over my head and licked his lips when noticing my bra. The red one, I once saw him checking out. I knew he liked it and now he just confirmed it but I wanted to ask, I wanted to fire him up, more then this.

„You like it?" my voice came out raspier then I anticipated, probably from all the water that left my mouth once he started licking my neck. He was like a whole other animal in bed, this one I liked.

Chuckling, he kissed the end of the bra and raised his head to look at me „Everything."

My cheeks blushed harder, a shade deeper then I ever knew could be on my cheeks, as pleasure again overpowered my sensed. I moaned silently, being aware of other people in the house, an alarm that circeled in my brain.

„Did you lock the door?" I whispered again, in between the kisses and him unhooking my bra „Yea."

„Pig." I punched him lightly and turned him around, his back now hitting the bed sheets.
He knew he'll have sex tonight.

„I like to be on top." I smiled devishly, catching his surprised look, fascinating and goofy. He didn't expect it, I could tell, and from the look of it, he didn't mind one bit. Almost like he couldn't believe his eyes. Like his fantasy was coming out to be true.

He went for my neck again, sucking on it harder, as if he was rewarding me for being on top, for getting his boxers I was wearing out of the way and just sitting on his torso with my best red pair I owned, moving my hair away from his face. I helped him in the process, hurredly putting all my locks in a messy bun, enjoying his kisses and hands on my waist „King."

„No, no." His finger passed my lip and touched it to shush me from saying more „In bed, you call me Carter." I bit my lip harder, pushing him down again, to lay on the sheets, holding the eye contact the whole time, not wanting to loose it, all of his reactions. I wanted all of them, nodding to agree with him.

„Did you kick his butt?" I remembered the fight and his opponent, the bulky guy who dared to touch him and leave all these nasty marks on his skin, all these bruises that surely ached but he didn't want me to know that so he didn't show it. I knew that much.

„Yea." He smiled, cockly, like I was expecting him to, gripping on my waist harder but still holding the eye contact vivid and wild. I bit my lip again, „Then I guess you deserve a little lap dance."
I think I'll never forget his childlish look, so pure, so eager, enthusiastic. I've never seen him so happy and so relaxed.  

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Hiiiiii! 

I'm so happy, hihihi. I've wanted them to get closer for so long, and finally this chapter. Uff! What do you think? I think they're really really cute.

I just can't. Lol.

Comment all you'd like and I'm answering all the previous ones, sorry I forgot to earlier. Thank you for staying with me and being the best readers.

Sending all the kisses right back at you!

Eri