Fic Time!
Right, so here's the next part of this prompt! It took a little while to do, but I'm pretty happy with it now, so hopefully all of you will enjoy it as well. Hoping that the third part will be up before Xmas, but seeing as I have a couple of Xmas pressies to write too, I just hope this fills the gap long enough :P
PROMPT: AJ finds out about the Guns dom/sub relationship, and blackmails Dom!Alex into giving AJ one night with Sub!Chris, with devastating results...
Title: Flip of a Coin 2/3
Author: Hayley, energy_purple
Pairing: Alex Shelley/Chris Sabin, Chris Sabin/AJ Styles
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 8619
Warnings: Dom/sub relationships, violence, implied and explicit sexual abuse, angst... Seriously, this is gonna be some heavy shit, so don't say I didn't warn you all...
Summary: Alex risked everything on one flip of a coin. Soon he's going to realise that actions have devastating consequences for the one he loves...
The numbers on his phone were flashing, tell him that it had just gone 2 in the morning, but Alex couldn't bring himself to care much about the gradually decreasing amount of sleep that he was going to have that night. He had tried, multiple times in fact since he had gotten back to his and Chris' hotel room, to try and take his mind off of the nightmare that was happening, off the nightmare that he was willingly let happen, off the fear and anxiety that was pulsing through him; he was failing miserably. Everytime he attempted to relax, to drift off for even a moment or two, he could feel his stomach knot up and his heart speed up in his chest as images of what could be happening to Chris - what he was allowing to happen to Chris - flashed into his mind.
Eventually, he'd given up trying to rest at all.
Wiping a hand wearily down his face, Alex propped himself up against the headboard, his gaze fixed almost obsessively on the door to their room. He was waiting, praying for that knock on the door with both longing and dread, the knock that would signify Chris' return, knowing that when it finally came, things between Chris and himself would never be the same. It wasn't much like Alex to think so pessimistically, but after seeing the look in AJ's eyes down in the bar when he had his arms wrapped possessively around Chris' waist, the way that Chris was frozen in his grip as he begged Alex to reconsider, the way that Alex had walked away from the two of them with nothing more than a kiss to Chris' forehead and a hollow promise, Alex knew that things between them were going to change.
It had completely killed Alex to see Chris so scared, so worried and insecure, and the look that Chris had given Alex when he was almost dragged out of the bar was one that had been haunting Alex for the rest of the night. It was a stare filled with terror, with defeat, with betrayal, and it was that idea of betrayal that had been constantly attacking Alex ever since. As he'd sat back down at the table, downing his beer as he cast an angry, yet helpless gaze over the bundle of photos that AJ had left him with, Alex had never realised that it was possible to hate somebody as much as he hated AJ; though, if was going to be honest, the bitter self-loathing and hatred he felt for himself was burning nearly just as bright after what he had done.
He had betrayed Chris. He had betrayed all of that unconditional trust that Chris had laid with him from the moment that they'd started up their relationship. He had betrayed all of the emotions that Chris felt towards AJ. He had betrayed the idea that everything they did together would be just for them, that nobody else would ever be privy to what they did together. He had betrayed the promises that he had sworn on his life to keep whenever the doubt seeped into Chris and he started to question everything between them. He had betrayed their relationship, their friendship, and for what? A bunch of photographs and the chance to wipe that stupid smirk off of AJ's face. It was so damn pathetic that it would've been laughable if it wasn't for the seriousness of the whole situation.
Alex had slung the photos in the bin when he staggered, half-drunkenly, back to their room; it made him feel physically sick just to even acknowledge them, let alone look at them. He might have achieved a small consolation, knowing that even though he no longer had them, neither did AJ, but the damage had already been done. Alex trusted AJ when he promised him that he'd never bring it up again after their meeting in the bar; as much of an asshole as AJ was - and he was the fucking biggest of the lot - AJ was somebody who prided himself on being honourable, on keeping his word no matter what things he knew about; that wasn't what was worrying him. AJ was nothing more than a bitch, and bitches, he could deal with.
What he couldn't deal with though, what he couldn't bear to think about in the slightest, was just how much Chris was going to pay for that one stupid decision that Alex had made in a futile and arrogant attempt to try and protect him. From the second he'd opened his eyes and seen the smirk on AJ's face, seen the way that the coin gleamed up at him in the low light of the bar, almost as if it was mocking him, Alex knew he had sealed Chris' fate. He struggled to even accept the ideas of what AJ was doing to Chris, of what sick fantasies he was reliving on his best friend, of just what lengths AJ would go to in his desire to completely own and destroy the one he'd clearly been obsessing and lusting over for months, and just the knowledge that the visions running rampant in his mind could be nothing compared to what AJ would actually do made Alex feel almost violently sick with guilt and rage.
Even though the sexual aspect of their relationship - more specifically, the dom/sub side of things - was no longer new and uncharted territory for them, Alex knew every damn time that for Chris, every night together where he lost that control, where he was willing - albeit, slightly conflicted, but willing nonetheless - to submit to Alex and allow Alex to hurt and humilaite him in every possible way, was just still just as terrifying as the first night they had crossed that line. He'd never verbally admitted that to Alex; Alex could tell just from the sheer, unbridled emotion that would crash off of Chris, the way that Chris gazed at him with such overwhelming fear and panic underneath the adoration he showed, that Chris had not yet been able to accept the way he almost craved that dominant side of Alex to be unleashed mercilessly upon him; Chris hadn't been able to accept the idea that he was almost in debt to those touches, those words, and that love Alex gave him.
As much as Chris tried to keep things under wraps and hidden away from prying eyes, Alex could read him just as easily as an open book; he knew how hard it still was for Chris to fight with himself over what he wanted, he knew how hard it was for Chris to admit that he was uncomfortable, or hell, even downright petrified with something that Alex was doing to him, and he knew just how hard it was for Chris to be able to admit that enough was enough, to say no and not feel ashamed for admitting he couldn't do or deal with something. That was why, despite how much Alex's body begged for that carnal hunger he felt roar through him everytime Chris was on his knees before him to be unleashed without restraint, Alex had never put himself first.
He'd learnt over the months what each and every twitch of Chris' body meant, what each and every half choked word meant; he knew the difference between when it was just Chris' own self-disgust and insecurities screaming at him to stop, making him feel like less than a two dollar whore for enjoying the pain being inflicted, and when Chris had legitimately been pushed over the limit and needed things to end before he was reduced to nothing more than an emotional wreck. That was what was eating away at him so badly; Alex may have been able to hold back and understand where the boundaries were, but Alex highly doubted that AJ had those same thoughts in his mind. AJ just wanted Chris so that he could abuse and torture him for his own sick lust and desires; Alex just wanted Chris so that he could truly express just how deeply Alex loved and cared for him.
The more that thought plagued his mind, the worse Alex's nerves and fears started to become. Alex knew just how far AJ liked to push the boundaries; hell, half the time, AJ took no greater pleasure than in completely pissing all over those limits. For all that AJ preached about God and religion, and the way that he dedicated himself to his family when he was off the road, Alex knew that there was no person in the lockerroom who possessed less morals and more disturbingly nasty habits when he was away from home. He'd seen first hand how AJ would willing take numerous rats back to his hotel room for a quick, violent fuck before kicking them out on their asses. He'd known one or two of AJ's fuckbuddies from way back, and the way they shrugged off the bruises and marks when they talked about how AJ demanded nothing more than 100% control and satisfaction, and how he wasn't afraid of getting it out of them - one way or another.
The idea that AJ wasn't afraid of unleashing pure hell upon anybody when he didn't get exactly what he wanted, and knowing that there was going to be no way in hell that Chris would ever be willing to even be in the same room as AJ, let alone submit to him and let him use and abuse him in any way that AJ fantasised, Alex instinctively knew that there was no way this was going to end well for Chris. He knew that AJ wouldn't be able to understand him the way that Alex did, he knew that AJ wouldn't be able to take "no" for an answer, and he knew that AJ wouldn't give a shit for Chris' welfare as long as AJ got everything he wanted and then some; considering just how long AJ had apparently been harbouring his stalkerish obsession over Chris, and how AJ was almost unable to hold back from bending Chris over the table and fucking him there and then in front of the rest of the bar when he finally got his hands on him, Alex knew that whatever happened, the results were going to be devastating.
The minutes almost seemed to drag on for an eternity as Alex continued to restlessly move about on the bed; the longer it took for Chris to come back, the more agitated and worried Alex knew he was going to become. More than once since he'd entered their room, Alex had had to fight the urge to hunt down AJ, to take back Chris and protect him from everything that AJ had planned before kicking AJ's ass into the new millenium, but Alex knew that he couldn't do it. His hands were well and truly tied, and the knowledge that AJ could do absolutely anything he wanted to do to Chris, regardless of just how sick and twisted, how disgusting and dark it was made Alex's blood run cold and his heart feel like it was going to explode inside his chest. All of that, Alex chastised himself with equal measures of anger and depression, because of one flip of a fucking coin. One flip that he was starting to regret with every ounce of his being, every breath in his body and every drop of blood in his veins.
Letting out a deep sigh as he tried and failed to release the tension from his body, Alex slid down the bed until his head was resting on the pillow, staring vacantly at the dirty ceiling as he desperately attempted to try and get his mind away from AJ and Chris. For all he knew, he could've just been psyching himself up for nothing. Sure, Alex knew that he probably wasn't too far off the mark with his border-line panicking, but just because AJ was disturbingly obsessed with Chris, and just because AJ had shown his sexually deviant and violent side in the past, didn't mean that AJ was going to hurt Chris as badly as he was imagining, right?
Maybe it was just his overreacting, reading too much into the situation and into the behaviour that AJ was exhibiting when they were all down in the bar. Maybe it was just those overwhelming protective instincts he possessed for Chris that was preventing him from looking at the facts in a rational and logical way? However, as much as Alex's head was telling him to calm down before he reached the point of near insanity, Alex knew deep down in his heart and his gut that there was no way AJ would hold back on Chris. AJ had never been a rational or logical man; if he saw something - or someone, in this case - that he wanted, then he had no qualms about taking it, regardless of who got hurt in the process.
Alex had been so caught up in his anxieties and his restlessness that he almost missed the knock on the door. It was a quiet knock; way too quiet, almost as if whoever was on the other side didn't want Alex to know they were there, as if they were wanting Alex to overlook it as nothing and leave them there. Alex suddenly felt the strength drain from his body, his eyes wide and his breath caught in his throat as he stared at the door, trying to work out whether it was just his imagination playing tricks on him. The atmosphere became suffocating as Alex strained his ears through the silence, trying to hear any noise from outside that would confirm somebody's presence.
After a couple of minutes, another soft knock was heard, a lot more tentative than the one that had preceeded it, and Alex knew exactly who it had to have been standing outside in the corridor in front of the room. Despite the overwhelming knowledge that it was Chris asking to be let in, Alex still couldn't get his brain to co-operate, his limbs feeling heavier than lead as he pushed himself up and stood next to the bed. He could feel his heart pounding violently in his chest, the constant dull thud filling every inch of his mind, and it was only when Alex heard the rasped whisper come from the other side of the door - one that, despite being filled with such pain and sheer emotion as it murmered his name, Alex could recognise anywhere - that he could feel himself starting to cross the room in an almost spontaneous fit of panic, his hand starting to shake as he reached for the door handle.
His fingers wrapping around the cool metal, Alex briefly paused, his eyes slipping shut as he took a deep breath, frantically trying to regain the composure that he could feel fleeing with every second that passed. It wasn't until Alex heard a light thud against the door, one that sounded as if somebody had slumped themselves against it, and another emotionally drowned whisper of his name being repeated even quieter than before, that Alex could barely stand the dreaded anticipation that was crashing over him. He could feel the bile burning deep in the pit of his stomach as he tried to prepare himself for the worst possible scenario he could envision, and he let out the breath he had taken in a shallow sigh as he opened the door up.
The second Alex's eyes landed on Chris, he felt as if he had been punched in the stomach; nothing could've prepared him for the sight before him.
Chris' head was bowed, his eyes fixed down to the floor at Alex's feet, but Alex could still clearly see the bruises all over Chris' face. His bottom lip had obviously been split open, and there was streaks of blood that ran down Chris' chin and neck, staining the top of his hastily thrown on shirt. Alex could feel his anger and helpless self-disgust grow even more when he saw the vibrant ring of purple and black marks that circled Chris' throat, the deep indents of AJ's teeth all over the side of his neck and disappearing into his top, almost as if AJ had wanted to bite chunks of flesh out of Chris. It wasn't until Alex pulled his gaze back slightly, trying to stop his rage from clouding his vision, that he saw the way Chris was shaking or the tears streaming down his face that Chris obviously was trying to hide.
His heart thudding in his chest, Alex went to reach his hand out to curl his fingers underneath Chris' chin, but the moment his fingertips brushed against Chris' skin, Chris gave a violent flinch, recoiling back from Alex's hand as though it was red hot as he took a couple of quick steps back, almost tripping over his feet in his desperation to avoid being touched. Alex could hear the way that Chris was hyperventilating, his gaze still locked to the floor as he shakily curled his arms around his stomach, giving a deep hiss of pain, and Alex felt like he was going to be horribly sick. There was blood running down Chris' hands, little drops hitting the ground, and Alex quickly realised that Chris' wrists and arms were bleeding rather heavily. Immediately acknowledging just how seriously hurt Chris looked - and that was just what he could see; Alex didn't want to think of what Chris was hiding - Alex opened the door to their room wider and stepped to one side, hoping that Chris would understand what Alex was offering.
After a tense few minutes, Chris reluctantly stepped forward, his breathing hard and laboured as he slowly walked into the room, desperately attempting to mask the pain he was feeling from Alex. He was limping. He was limping quite considerably, and Alex knew that Chris wasn't one to limp, no matter how rough Alex had been with him during their sessions; suddenly, it hit Alex square in the face. AJ had to have fucked him. AJ had to have done something quite sickeningly violent and disgusting for Chris to be visibly showing such signs of discomfort and agony, and the knowledge that the reality was worse than anything he could've imagined made Alex feel helplessly ill with rage and loathing.
Closing the door, Alex turned around, and the sight he saw before him almost made his heart stop in his chest. Chris had fallen to his knees in the middle of the room, his face buried in the carpet as the sound of muffled sobs echoed between the walls. Chris' shirt had ridden up, and Alex could see the thick stripe of welted bruising across Chris' back; he could see the purpled handprints that disappeared into the top of Chris' jeans, the deep scratches and cuts that covered the exposed skin, and Alex instinctively knew that Chris had paid the ultimate price for that one stupid decision Alex had made. Alex couldn't decide who he hated more; AJ for completely destroying Chris in the worst way imaginable, or himself for willingly letting it happen, for lying to Chris when he said he'd be alright.
Taking a deep breath to regain his shredded composure, Alex walked over to where Chris was curled up on his knees, his heart breaking at the sounds of Chris' cries; he'd never seen Chris so raw and emotional before, even during their sessions when Alex took things to the extreme and tested every limit possible. Pausing for just a second, Alex stood in front of Chris, gazing down on him sadly as he noticed the way that Chris froze up in panic and in fear from Alex being so close to him. Whether that was because Chris didn't want Alex to see him so broken, or because Chris was terrified that it was AJ standing there instead, Alex wasn't sure he didn't want to know, but he knew he somehow had to get through to him before he withdrew further.
"Chris," Alex whispered softly, but it was easy to hear the hint of power he was exerting, trying to make every ounce of adoration he felt for Chris come through in his voice. "Look at me."
Alex hated how he was having to try and enforce his control back over Chris after everything Chris had apparently gone through, but Alex instinctively knew that Chris would respond better to him being loving, but firm. If Alex was too gentle, or if he buckled and let his emotions get in the way, he knew that Chris wouldn't be able to listen to him. He wasn't demanding anything of Chris, but he knew that by having just that touch of authority in his words, Chris would be likely to acknowledge them for fear of Alex turning on him the way he did in their sessions. Sure, Alex absolutely despised himself for trying to scare Chris into doing what he wanted, but when he saw the way that Chris took in a wavering breath before leaning back on his knees to glance briefly at Alex as he was overwhelmed by his tears again, Alex knew it was the only way he'd be able to get out of Chris exactly what AJ did to him.
Alex dropped down to his knees, mirroring Chris' body language as he reached out his hand to rest comfortingly on Chris' shoulder, his thumb massaging gentle circles into the highly bruised and tender flesh of Chris' throat. Chris flinched at the contact, trying to shuffle backwards away from the affection, and Alex could feel the pain, shame and self-loathing crashing off of Chris in thick waves as Chris attempted to shrug Alex's hand off of him, giving a slight whimper of fear and hurt when Alex just gripped down slightly harder to prevent him from moving away from him.
Chris desperately attempted to turn his face away, too ashamed to even want to look at Alex, but as he did so, Alex just slid his hand from Chris' neck to his cheek, dragging his fingers softly against Chris' bruised and bloody flesh as he frantically hoped that Chris would start to relax and calm down now that he was away from AJ. Alex could feel his gut knotting up painfully tight when he saw the way that Chris froze up at Alex's touch, his eyes screwed shut as the tears rolled down his face, and when he heard the half-choked sob of fear that Chris released, Alex pulled Chris forward into a tight hug, unable to stop himself from trying to protect him from any further harm.
Chris initially gave a violent flinch at the sudden contact, his entire body going rigid with fear and self-loathing, and as the seconds passed and Chris forced himself to try and relax even just a little bit, he gave out a deep hiss of pain when Alex's fingers brushed against his back. Alex immediately noticed the way that Chris reacted to his soft caress, and he could feel the panic building back up inside of him as he pulled back just enough to look into Chris' eyes. They were full of pain, humiliation and despair, and there was something about the distant light in them that had Alex deeply worried; stroking the backs of his fingers tenderly against the bite marks that adorned Chris' throat, Alex let out a sigh, trying to keep his anxiety and concern to himself.
"Chris," Alex soothed firmly, refusing to say anymore until the eerily disturbing light had left Chris' eyes and he came back to himself, meeting Alex's gaze for a brief second before the dirtiness and worthlessness he felt made him look away. "Chris, show me what he did to you..."
Chris bit down hard on his bottom lip as he screwed his eyes shut, shaking his head violently as the tears streamed almost hysterically down Chris' face. Alex let out a shaky sigh, his heart breaking at the way Chris was withdrawing further into himself. It was obvious to Alex that AJ had done something absolutely devastating to Chris, and Alex knew that the longer Chris kept it to himself, Chris was going to end up destroying himself over it; Alex loved Chris way too much to let that happen. Letting out a deep sigh, Alex leaned in towards Chris and rested his forehead against Chris' own, trying not to take to heart the way that Chris became tense with fear.
"Chris, you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to, all I want is to see what he did, okay?" Alex whispered reassuringly.
He knew he was lying to himself; he wanted Chris to tell him everything. He hated the way that he couldn't even touch Chris without Chris freaking out on him, the way that he could feel the loathing and disgust that seeped from every pore on Chris' skin, but he'd reluctantly come to the conclusion that he wasn't going to be able to force the truth about the full extent of what happened out of him until Chris was ready to tell him; as much as Alex wanted an excuse to go and murder AJ where he stood, he also knew that helping Chris through this was obviously more important.
Alex ran his fingers softly through Chris' hair, and he gave a wistful smile at the way that Chris briefly tilted his head into Alex's hand, savouring that small moment of affection. All of a sudden though, Chris turned his head almost angrily out of Alex's grasp, his face hardening for just a second before all of that raw emotion started to break through the facade of control Chris was trying to cling onto; his heart thudding in his chest, confusion and worry crossed Alex's face at the way that Chris pulled away from him before slowly getting up to his feet and taking a few steps towards the bed, coming to a dead stop in the middle of the room.
Alex stayed on his knees, gazing up at Chris with deep concern, but Chris just kept his back to Alex; Alex was about to open his mouth when he noticed the way Chris' hands nervously gripped at the bottom of his shirt, his fingers shaking so violently that the material slipped from his lax grip before Chris lowered his head, taking a deep, stuttered breath before grabbing the bottom of the shirt more firmly. Alex could see how viciously Chris was trembling, almost as if he was scared of letting anyone else see his body, and it took all of Alex's self control not to walk up to Chris and wrap his arms around his waist. Chris took a few deep breaths to try and regain his composure before pulling the shirt up over his head and dropping it on the floor in complete silence, screwing his eyes shut in shame as the tears continued rolling down his face.
Alex couldn't hold back the gasp or the muttered curse he let out when Chris' back was revealed to him, and as he cast his eyes down the flesh, he could feel tears of frustration and regret start to well up. His back was thick with violent black and purple bruises that covered every inch on him, disappearing down into his jeans; sections of his back were red raw, bloody and weeping from what Alex knew instinctively were burn marks. That wasn't what made Alex truly pissed off though; what did was the nasty looking cuts that stretched the length of Chris' shoulderblades, and the sadistically deep letters "AJ" that had been carved almost half a foot high and wide down Chris' spine, streaks of blood still dribbling down Chris' skin into the top of his jeans.
Alex quickly got to his feet, but before he could even move an inch towards an obviously distraught and both physically and emotionally wrecked Chris, he noticed Chris' hands go to the front of his jeans, and as the sound of a zipper being pulled down echoed around the otherwise silent room, Alex began to feel sick at the possibility of there being more for Chris to show him. Chris' fingerstips were clammy with sweat and the blood that was streaming from his wrists, and Alex couldn't help but notice how Chris stood almost statue-still for what seemed like an eternity, only the sound of his strangled sobs breaking the tension. Eventually, Chris built up the conviction to push his jeans down his thighs, the denim falling down his legs and pooling at his feet as he stepped out of them, clad only in what Alex noticed angrily were blood and cum stained boxers. He'd been right. AJ had fucked him.
Resisting the urge to beat the shit out of something, Alex took a deep breath to calm himself down as he reluctantly let his gaze drop down to Chris' lower body. It didn't look much better than his back if he was being honest with himself; the bruises continued all across his hips and his lower back and the top of his ass, there were thin shallow welts and cuts that ran down the inside of Chris' legs, and all over his right thigh were deep, bloody bite marks. What Alex continued to fixate on though was the stains on Chris' boxers, and how the bloody patch almost looked as if it was getting bigger as Chris just stood there, the tears streaming down his face as he sobbed almost hysterically. Alex could feel the shame and despair that crashed off Chris, and he realised that he had to do something - anything - before Chris went too far off the deep-end and Alex couldn't bring him back again.
Closing his eyes for a brief few seconds, Alex tentatively walked over towards Chris' highly tense form, trying not to startle or scare him in the process. Tenderly running the tips of his fingers over the deep cuts on Chris' back, Alex heard the whimper of pain that escaped Chris, and he let his hand brush up Chris' back to rest softly on the curve of his neck, gently coercing Chris to turn around and look at him. He felt the way Chris resisted for a few moments, before the strength left him and he reluctantly turned to face Alex, his entire body shaking violently from fear, pain, and self-loathing. Desperately wanting to soothe the emotions he could feel rolling off Chris, and hoping he could get some answers at the same time, Alex locked his gaze with Chris before grasping his wrists, exposing the deep bloody cuts that were embedded in them.
"These are handcuff wounds," Alex murmered knowingly, lifting each wrist to his mouth and placing a kiss against the damaged skin, feeling the way that Chris initially froze before very slightly nodding his head. "You were handcuffed to the bed, and you twisted, which is why they cut you so badly." Again, Chris nodded, his sobs only getting worse as he faced away from Alex out of shame.
Alex gently caressed Chris' arms as he ran the tips of his fingers across the flesh before reaching the thick handprint shaped bruises around Chris' throat. He took a wavering sigh, trying to keep his growing anger and depression out of his voice. "You resisted him, and he tried to strangle you until you lost the will to fight back against him anymore." It took a few minutes before Chris responded with another faint nod, Alex knowing guiltily just how hard it had to have been for Chris to deal with all of the sick shit AJ had done to him, and how much worse it was for Chris to admit what had happened.
Stepping in closer, Alex wrapped his arms firmly around Chris' shaking body, enveloping him in a tight hug as he pressed his lips softly into Chris' hairline, his hands brushing down the length of Chris' back, his fingers getting damp and sticky with blood as Chris sobbed frantically into his ear. "He told you he owned you, that you belonged to him, that I didn't care for you. You didn't believe him, so he carved his name into your back as proof." Chris couldn't even nod at this point as he just fell further into Alex's body, desperate to have the comfort and love back that AJ had ripped away from him as he buried his face into Alex's shoulder.
Taking another deep breath, Alex could feel his desire to know what had happened warring with his instinct to protect Chris, but he knew that after coming this far, there was no way he could turn back now. Screwing his eyes shut, he let one hand drift over the base of Chris' back before cupping his ass with a light squeeze; Chris gave a yelp of fear, his entire body going painfully rigid as he started to hyperventilate, trying to tear himself from Alex's grasp. Alex only stroked the palm of his hand softly over Chris' backside, feeling how hot and sensitive it was.
"He couldn't break you down. You refused to give into him, no matter how badly you wanted to. So he fucked you."
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." Chris sobbed heavily, his words barely coherent. "I didn't want him to, but he wouldn't listen to me, he just... he..."
Alex's eyes darkened dangerously at those last words Chris choked out before dissolving into hysterics once more. "You said no. You said no, and he did it anyway." Chris nodded his head once more, barely registering the way Alex's arms tightened around him, or how his words had suddenly become laced with anger as he just repeatedly sobbed "I'm sorry" over and over into Alex's ear. The tears welling up further in Alex's eyes, he tightened his grip around Chris, teasing his fingers softly through Chris' hair as he pressed another kiss to Chris' cheek.
"Shhh, don't apologise. You did nothing wrong. You didn't ask for him to rape-"
The words had come naturally to Alex, he hadn't needed to put any thought into them, and it was only as he'd said it that he suddenly realised what Chris had admitted to him. AJ had raped Chris. AJ had physically and mentally abused Chris without remorse before going and destroying him in the most vile way possible, and the knowledge that Alex had let everyone of those things happen, that he'd given permission to AJ to torture Chris that sadistically with that one flip of a coin made Alex suddenly feel violently sick. Unless AJ had told him, Chris didn't know why Alex had let him do that; God, Chris must have thought that Alex despised him, that Alex wanted to see him get used and abused because of something he'd done, and that was why he was apologising.
As that truth hit him with the force of a ton of bricks, Alex could feel the anger flaring through him brighter than before, and as he tightened his embrace on Chris, constantly whispering in his ear just how much he loved him and just how sorry he was, Alex slipped his hand into his back jeans pocket and pulled out his phone. Glancing over Chris' shoulder, one hand continuing to run through Chris' hair, Alex flipped his phone open, typing out a text message before flipping through his contacts and landing on AJ's name. God, even just seeing his name made Alex want to murder him, but he pushed that rage down, knowing it wouldn't be long until he got some retribution as he pressed "send," before slipping the phone silently back into his pocket and resumed his comforting of Chris. Fuck, he thought murderously, AJ was going to be a deadman when Alex finally got his hands on him.
It had been less than 30 minutes later that another knock on the door was heard; this one was much louder and more pronounced that Chris' hand been, and Alex felt the evil smirk on his lips grow just a little bit wider as he sat up on the bed. Chris looked up at him with equal amounts of confusion and fear, and Alex briefly brushed the backs of his fingers down Chris' heavily bruised and tear-stained cheek before standing up and cracking his knuckles together. It had taken a shit lot of patience and reassurance to get Chris to calm down even a little bit; the sobbing and the tears may have stopped, but the way that Chris desperately clung to Alex, looking for that comfort he was craving after what AJ had done to him said more to Alex than words ever could.
They'd spent the last 10 minutes or so laying on the bed, Chris uttering nothing but the constant string of apologies he felt he needed to make as Alex just held him in his arms. Alex could feel the pain and self-loathing that still crashed off of Chris, and the way that Chris had gazed at Alex with nothing but sheer agony and despair in his eyes made Alex feel helplessly sick with anger and guilt. He hadn't told Chris that AJ was coming up to see them; he knew that if he did so, Chris would freak out on him in the worst possible way, so he'd concentrated instead on soothing him as much as he could before AJ had the chance to turn up and wreck all of his work again.
As another knock, hard and fast, rattled around the room, Alex gave one last longing gaze at Chris, who was paralysed with fear against the headboard as he started to shake, whispering a soft "I love you" before swinging the door open with an ominous thud. Not even a second had passed for Chris to even acknowledge who it was before he saw Alex's arm draw back and connect with a sickeningly hard punch to AJ's face, before he grabbed hold of AJ's shirt and threw him viciously against the far wall of the hotel room, slamming the door shut behind him before briefly glancing back over at Chris. He saw the terror in Chris' eyes as his gaze stayed locked in fear on AJ, and when Alex saw the dark grin that flashed across AJ's lips and the way that Chris instantly flinched back against the wall with a sharp whimper as the tears started to streak his face, Alex just completely lost it.
His eyes blazing with malicious intent, Alex stalked across the room, making sure to keep himself between AJ and Chris as he shoved AJ back against the wall without restraint, firing off vicious punch after vicious punch at AJ's face, not even the sound of Chris screaming at him to stop calming the near murderous rage flowing through him as he broke AJ's nose, blood streaming down his face and splattering against Alex's knuckles. AJ tried to lift his arms up to protect himself from the relentless onslaught, but Alex just gave him a hard knee straight to the balls, AJ doubling over as the air wooshed out of him. Grabbing the back of AJ's head, Alex smashed AJ's body up against the wall again, before driving his knee into his face with a resounding crack; yanking AJ's head back by a fistful of hair, Alex glared dangerously at him, not giving a shit for the blood that ran thickly down AJ's face.
"You fucking cunt, did you think I'd let get away with you fucking hurting him?" Alex snarled into AJ's face, the red mist settling so heavily around his senses that he couldn't hear the way Chris was now begging for Alex to stop, hysterical tears running down his face as he began to hyperventilate. "Did you think I wouldn't find out about you fucking carving your name into his back, or you fucking raping him because you didn't fucking give a shit what you did to him as long as you got what you fucking wanted? Did you?" Alex roared at AJ, kneeing AJ so damn hard in the face that the blood was running almost profusely now, staining Alex's jeans with a disturbing shade of red as he threw AJ to the floor.
AJ had barely hit the ground before Alex was on him again, stamping his foot down mercilessly on AJ's chest and stomach, revelling in the way that AJ tried to desperately shuffle away from him. Alex's eyes had almost bled black with pure, unadulterated hatred and murderous intent for the bastard beneath him, and he couldn't stop himself from kicking AJ violently hard in the ribs, giving a dark smile at the scream of pain AJ gave as another crack echoed around the room. "Answer my fucking question you pathetic son of a bitch!"
Pausing for a few seconds, Alex's breathing was coming in heavy, reckless gasps as he wiped the sweat that was beginning to build on his forehead, his venomous glare never leaving AJ for a moment as he loomed above him menacingly. AJ sucked in a tight breath, wincing at the pain that shot through his chest just briefly before he gave a rasped laugh, spitting away the blood from his lips.
"You wanna know why Alex? You really wanna know why I did it?" AJ taunted breathlessly, taking in deep gulps of air as he smirked almost disturbingly psychotically at Alex, his eyes darkening when Alex nodded his head without a word. "Because I fucking could! Because you fucking agreed to it! Because I knew there was fuck all you could do to stop me doing what I fucking wanted!" AJ paused for a second, taking in the brief flicker of haunted guilt and pain that flashed through Alex's eyes before he diverted his gaze to a hysterical Chris.
"And you wanna know what Alex? I'd fucking do it again. The things I did to that fucking bitch, and he didn't give a shit! I fucking made him cum, I fucking made him scream my name like the cheap, worthless slut he is, and he fucking loved every goddamn second of it! And yeah, so I fucked him? The way he fucking begged and pleaded beneath me like a fucking whore, crying like the pathetic piece of shit he is, I just couldn't help myself. He only got what he fucking deserved! Such a dirty little bitch, maybe the rest of the boys would enjoy a chance in his ass! God knows he'd lay there, legs spread like a fucking slut, flat on his back like he fucki-"
AJ hadn't even gotten the rest of his words out before Alex gave a growl of sheer rage, unable to stop himself exploding as he kicked AJ violently hard in the side of the face, AJ's head whipping to the side as Alex repeatedly drove the point of his foot into AJ's skull. Even when AJ was on the verge on unconsciousness, his mouth and nose bleeding like water from a tap, Alex couldn't control himself; if anything, the sight of AJ's blood all over his stupid face, splattered up the length of his jeans and on his hands only fuelled Alex's anger and want for revenge further as Alex straddled himself over AJ's waist, punching him in the face a few more times for good measure before wrapping his hands suffocatingly tight around AJ's throat.
"How does it fucking feel you sick bastard? Does it fucking feel good to get the life throttled out of you because you fought back, huh?" Alex's hands only tightened up even further, pinning AJ without remorse to the floor as he exerted almost murderous pressure on his neck, squeezing so damn hard that Alex could see the thick purple handprints already appearing around AJ's throat. AJ's hands clawed desperately at Alex's arms, his face flushed red as he started to wheeze, his eyes fluttering as the lack of oxygen made him nauseous and dizzy, but Alex didn't give a shit. If anything, the more he saw AJ struggle to breathe beneath him, the more he felt that murderous rage and temptation grow, and as he felt AJ's body go limp, AJ's eyes rolling into the back of his head, Alex could feel that urge to kill AJ for what he'd done grow stronger and stronger.
"Alex! Please... Just stop! Please Alex, I'm begging you... You're scaring me..."
As Chris completely broke down, the sound of his gutwrenching sobs finally filtering through the red mist that had blinded Alex's sense, Alex suddenly loosened his hands on AJ's throat, the heavy thudding of his own heart ringing in his ears as he slowly came back to himself. Blinking rather owlishly, Alex glanced down, noticing how AJ had been knocked out cold, blood streaming down his face, a trainer print emblazoned on his left temple and vibrant purple bruising ringing AJ's throat as he lay there, barely breathing. Alex's own hands were thickly stained with streaks of red, his knuckles red raw from the force of his punches to AJ's face, and after a couple of moments, he snapped his head around to gaze over at Chris.
The sight that greeted him made him feel ill beyond belief, and Alex could've sworn he felt his heart shatter at the guilt and sadness he suddenly felt attack him. Chris was absolutely hysterical, his face slick with tears that continued to stream down his bruised cheek and his breath catching so badly in his throat with every violent sob that escaped his lips that Alex almost thought Chris was either going to pass out or be horribly sick. Words couldn't describe the sheer, unadulterated terror and the raw emotion that was rolling off of Chris as he curled up on himself, his face buried in his knees as he wrapped his arms around his legs in a futile attempt to comfort himself.
Alex quickly stood up, unable to even look down at AJ's battered form at his feet as he turned to face Chris. He went to take a tentative step forward, but the way Chris suddenly recoiled back against the wall, shuffling back desperately as he pulled the sheets of the bed up over himself in order to try and protect himself further tore Alex to pieces and he let out a deep sigh, fighting to keep his own tears and frustration under control as he reluctantly made his way towards the bed. With every step he took, he saw the way that Chris tensed up even more, flinching uncontrollably as he failed to hide his fear, and the knowledge that Chris' state was all because of what he had just done made Alex feel worse than shit.
"Chris," Alex whispered thickly, finding it nearly impossible to stop his voice breaking with deep regret and sadness as he perched himself on the edge of the bed, not daring to touch Chris at that moment in time. "Chris, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I swear! I just, I couldn't stop myself! I didn't mean it, I promise! I'm just so damn sorry..."
Alex reached his hand out, running it softly up the length of Chris' thigh, and it wasn't until his hand gently caressed Chris' hip that Alex noticed the way that Chris was refusing to look down at his own body, the shame and self-loathing rolling off of him in thick waves. Just as Alex opened his mouth to question what was wrong, his eyes were drawn to a slight twitch beneath the sheets coming from close to his hand, and he saw how Chris screwed his eyes shut, his entire body shaking as he shifted about restlessly. As he stroked his fingers soothingly against Chris' side, trying to get him to relax, Alex was startled when Chris suddenly pushed him away from him, tearing the sheets off of himself before he turned his back on Alex; as Chris moved, Alex suddenly spotted what had upset Chris so much.
Chris was hard. Watching Alex beat the absolute shit out of AJ had apparently turned him on, and after everything that Chris had gone through, how he'd been raped and abused by AJ mere hours before, Alex knew that Chris had to be feeling sickeningly disgusted at himself for being unable to control his base instincts after all the violence he'd suffered through. Alex knew just how little Chris felt of himself for even needing Alex to dominate him during their sessions; he couldn't begin to understand just how much Chris' mind had to be screaming at him that he was a cheap, worthless whore, that he was a sick and disgusting freak for reacting in that way to what he had seen, and Alex instinctively knew it had to have been the final straw.
Alex went to reach his hand out to rest it comfortingly on the base of Chris' back, but just as his fingers brushed Chris' flesh, Chris suddenly scrambled to his feet, desperate to escape the touch that he didn't feel he deserved anymore. He was dirty. He was used and abused. He was absolutely disgusted with himself, and he could no longer hold back the flurry of hysteria that had been raging just below the surface ever since he'd first walked back into their room after AJ had finished with him. He was nothing more than a cheap slut that even Alex didn't value, not if Alex had been willing to hand him over to AJ to torture and destroy despite Chris begging him not to leave him with him. Alex didn't love him. Alex was lying to him just so that he could get an easy fuck, and Chris couldn't help but feel sick knowing just how much of a whore he had to have looked being so willing to get fucked by somebody who obviously didn't care for him.
As Chris fled into the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it behind him, Alex couldn't help but feel the tears of anger and guilt roll helplessly down his face as the muffled sound of desperate sobs echoed impossibly loud through the otherwise silent room. His head buried in his hands, he could no longer hold back everything that had been tormenting him ever since that first flip of the coin. Since that flip that had completely destroyed Chris. Since that flip that had wrecked Chris' life. That one flip that Alex knew was going to haunt him forever.
What had he done?