All Within My Hands. (1/1) (Slash) (NC-17) (Wrestling)
Title: All Within My Hands
Author: Solita
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Kid Kash, AJ Styles.
Pairing: Kid Kash / AJ Styles.
Genre(s): Angst, drama, some comedy, losta sex!! YAY!
Warnings: Male/male situations, profanity, dom/sub, non-consensual (depends on your view of it).
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters used in the following story. NWA-TNA owns the people in this story, and I ain't getting money off of this.
Distribution: Clandestine, WWFSML, Lullaby, No Limits.
Notes: Erg. Okay, this didn't come out to what I planned. >.< The prompt for this challenge was "a character being seduced by another and denies the attention. However, after the seducation, he's turned one. Bonus points for that character becoming the aggressor." Um, I *think* I followed it, but man, my characters just wanted to skip the seduciton and go into the sex. Tis what happens when you have Kid Kash in a fic. -.-;; Title is based off of Metallica's "All Within My Hands." I swear, I've been wanting to write a fic to that song for *months* but I never had the right fic. Well... here it is. LMAO.
"I will only let you breathe,
My air that you receive,
And then we'll see if I'll let you love me!
Love is control!"
All Within My Hands - Metallica
Kid Kash hated AJ Styles.
Anyone in the wrestling world understood the vile hatred Kid Kash had towards AJ Styles. He cited it in his shoot interview. He mention it repeatitively in his internet interviews. He even said it in front of national television when he answered questions from Mike Tenay.
He fucking hated him. He hated the ground he walked on. He hated the way AJ breathed in and exhaled out air. He hated the way he walked. He hated the way he talked. He hated his smile and his charm and his wit. Hell, Kash didn't even know if AJ had the mental capacity to hold a decent conversation without acting like an innocent, naive dork; in reality, Kash knew AJ possibly more than AJ knew himself.
He wished nothing more on that man but death and destruction and all sorts of bad luck on his life. He wanted AJ to one day fall flat on his ass on national television and break his hip or some other bone or ligament or joint and then snort like a donkey and pig spliced together while screaming bloody agony. Kash would enjoy that. He would love that. He could die and go to his grave with such a big smile on his face, the mortiuary people wouldn't be able to move his dead lips to remove the damn grin.
Death was too easy for AJ Styles. Death was a nice little giftbasket from Hell or Heaven. Probably Heaven since AJ Styles was a goodie two-shoe, little innocent and beautiful Christian boy, who secretly masturbated to porno videos on the internet and probably owned more porn than any sick, horny teenagers out there in the world. AJ Styles was a sinner like everyone else. However, everyone else decided to worship him and call him "God," when AJ Styles was nothing more than the AntiChrist of Hell.
AJ Styles personificated evil, morbidity, agony, torture, and every not-so-nice thing known to the universe. He defined it. He was it. He was the living embodiment of it. He... he...
Kash sighed to himself, rubbing the right side of his temple, massaging it lightly, trying to release the pressure in his head.
"My mind rambles too much," he openedly expressed, shaking his head in self-loathe and self-disgust.
Internally, Kash summed everything up with a nice, simple, easy sentence.
Kid Kash hated AJ Styles and would hate him for the rest of time.
He nodded his head in agreement. "Good enough," he murmured, resting against the wet concrete of the wall.
However, the thoughts wouldn't stop nagging him. He sighed deeply, rubbing his face with his hand, trying to bring back the feeling in it. Sleepiness overcame him, his bones creaking from waiting for so long. 'How long does it take to leave a fucking nightclub?' Kash thought to himself, forcing himself not to growl.
There was another reason why Kid Kash hated AJ Styles. It was a reason he never addressed, abd most people behind the scenes didn't know, thankfully, that beyond the closed doors, AJ and Kash were at a standstill. AJ and Kash saw each other eye-to-eye. AJ and Kash stared down at each other and wanted to murder one another.
But AJ had something Kash didn't.
Control over his cock.
***
"You know you want it," AJ hissed into Kash's ear, squeezing his denim-clad ass.
Kash bit his lip, suppressing a moan deep inside his throat. Swallowing visibly, sweat poured down his face, dripping on his chest. "Leave... me... alone."
Shaking his head, AJ licked some of the sweat from the other's cheek. "Don't lie to me."
"I said for you to leave me alone!" Kash shouted, urgently forcing AJ's prying hands away from his ass, his chest, his arms, his hips. His body, however, instantly reacted, his blue jeans starting to become quite snug and tight on him.
AJ shook his head, kissing Kash's cheek and leaving the room. "You can't hide your desire forever, Kash."
***
Clenching his fists at the memory, Kash viciously growled, his eyelids narrowing, his lips curving into an intimidating snarl. In the distance, he saw AJ leave the nightclub, idly waving behind him to his companions Chris Sabin and Jerry Lynn.
He hated him. He loathed him. Kash would've wanted nothing more than to watch AJ Styles die a painful, slow, agonizing death in front of his very eyes so he could later spit on his dead carcass and throw it to the wolves.
But he was still able to make him hard.
***
"Get the FUCK out of here, AJ!"
AJ Styles innocent gleam never wavered from his sparkling baby blue eyes. "Aww, did I disturb you?" he asked guilelessly.
Running forward, Kash grabbed onto AJ's jacket and pressed him harshly against the wall. He pushed his face in front of AJ's, their noses and foreheads touching instantly. Hissing between his barred white teeth, Kash growled, throwing AJ again on the wall, watching as the other's head bounced painfully on the white concrete.
He pressed his wet, soaked chest against AJ's, the white towel around his waist the only form of protection Kash had from the coldness of the room. His wet blonde hair was plastered to his wet back, drops of water still dripping from his form. What nerve does he have? he mused, anger and rage clouding his vision. What the fuck is he thinking? Coming into my locker room when I take a shower?
Kash's blue eyes echoed off of AJ's own. "Get the fucking hint, AJ. Leave. Me. Alone."
AJ smiled, throwing Kash off-guard for a second, releasing some of the pressure and force he used. "Why the FUCK are you smiling?" Kash demanded, warily gazing at AJ.
Still smiling like the Cheshire Cat, AJ shrugged, and abruptly licked Kash's nose.
He released his grip on AJ's shirt.
Laughing heartily, AJ whispered lightly into Kash's ear, tickling the other's skin. "I know you want me."
Stepping back, he giggled happily, skipping pass Kash and out the door of the other's locker room. Seconds later, Kash gained his berings, shakily lifting his hand to touch the tip of his nose. He sighed, trembling lightly, a flushed look on his suddenly pale face.
The towel around Kash's waist had a little growing tent emerging.
"Fucker," he whispered, staggering back into the shower.
***
How was he able to do that? How could AJ Styles of all people make Kid Kash want to fuck him raw? How in the world did AJ Styles have the capacity to seduce someone but *not* be able to create a decent, gramatically correct sentence without saying "um" or "er" like a damn freaking dork?
Kash slammed his forehead into his palm, shaking his head back and forth in disgust. Internally, he cursed himself to the seventh layer of Hell and damned AJ to a couple of layers below him, a layer where there was nothing but torment and Kash could live in Hell happily hearing AJ scream in agony.
He snickered malevolently as his thoughts turned dark. He had a different way of making AJ scream in agony. A very, very different way.
AJ brought it onto himself, after all.
***
"You won."
"Excuse me?"
Kash growled, pushing AJ's shoulder forcefully. "I said that 'you won,' you fucker!!"
AJ shrugged idly, stirring the straw inside his coke bottle. "Whatever you say, Kash."
"I said 'you won!' You got me to *like* it!" Kash shouted, slapping the coke bottle out of AJ's hands. "I want it! I... I..." He trailed off, taking in a deep breath and releasing it slowly. Opening his eyes, he licked his lips, huskily whispering, "I want you... too."
AJ stayed stoic. "No."
Kash blinked. "W... What?"
The Southerner smirked. "Too late, Kash," AJ explained, walking forward and deliberately pushing Kash's shoulder aside. "You had your chance, but it's too late."
"... What are you saying?"
AJ turned around and his smirk widened. "I wanted you. But it took you six weeks to decide that *you* wanted *me*? Psh. Too late, Kash. Much too late."
"But..."
"Tch, you weren't worth the wait anyhow," AJ huffed, walking down the hallway and waving goodbye to Kash over his shoulder. "Not worth the fuck."
And as AJ Styles laughed down the hallway towards his dressing room, Kid Kash saw a bloody red color in his vision.
***
Closer...
Come on... closer...
Kash watched AJ. His sharp blue eyes sparkling in the darkness of the alleyway.
That's it, AJ.
Come to me.
That's it.
'Come into my parlor,' said the spider to the fly...
AJ Styles idly hummed a tune, his vision lost to the night sky, the moon reflected in his baby blue eyes. His hands shoved deep into the pockets of his pants, he walked forward, not even noticing Kash hiding silently in the alleyway.
Three, two, one...
Kash laughed, and AJ stopped in his tracks.
"Gotcha."
Pouncing forcefully onto AJ, Kash easily subdued the other man, the cuffs hidden inside the backpocket of his pants snapped aroudn AJ's soft wrists. Pulling AJ up by the hair, he forced him into the alleyway, dragging him deep into the darkness and away from the streets. Before AJ could scream or shout, Kash slapped his mouth harshly, creating a red mark near his lips.
Moments later the blonde-haired man threw AJ to the concrete, snickering loudly as he pushed AJ against the dirty, filthy wall of the alleyway, the steel cuffs forcefully holding the other man's wrists tightly.
Kash waited quitely, waiting for AJ to gain his bearings. Once he saw those glazed-over baby blue hues look at him, he grinned and kissed the tip of his nose.
"Evenin', sunshine."
"What the fuck is this, Kash!?" AJ shouted, trying to force Kash off of him.
Kash's eyes narrowed as he nipped at AJ's nose. "Payback. And you're my bitch."
"Ah fuckin' hate you, asshole," AJ sneered, still forcefully trying to push Kash away.
He grinned at AJ as he started to struggle, finding himself getting off at his weakness. His tongue sneaked out, licking the hollow of AJ's neck, a feral grin wickedly crawling upon his lips as he heard AJ's very, very soft moan.
"So you say," Kash whispered. "So you say."
"I do hate you!" AJ retorted, his voice trying to feign raspiness and weakness. His eyes sparkled, small fires dancing inside, fueled by rage and hatred. "Get the hell off of me!"
Kash shooked his head, a negative sound rising from the back of his throat as he licked AJ's unsurprisingly soft skin, nipping at it gently. "Don't push me, AJ. You've done this to me long enough."
"What the *hell* are you blabberin' about, Kash?!" AJ shouted, his face flushed and blanched, his eyelids becoming heavy.
Hazel eyes narrowed like slits. "It's not even been a month, AJ, and you don't remember that little game, do you? You had won AJ..."
His eyes widened with sudden realization, gasping loudly as Kash moved his fingers underneath his silk shirt, and underneath the back rim of his pants. "Oh my God. I... I can't believe--"
"That I remembered?" Kash finished, his eyes locking onto AJ's. A disapproving, condescending smile appeared on his sharp features, and he tisking AJ like a small little boy. "For *shame,* little AJ. I thought you of all people would understand that old saying about curiosity and the cat."
"But... but I--"
Kash forced his lips over AJ's weak own, bitting his upper lip roughly. "This cat and mouse game is over," Kash hissed forcefully, his hazel eyes burning with desire and hidden, supressed lust. "And it's about high time this cat got what it wanted."
"Kash... I'm sor--"
"Sorry isn't going to cut it!" Kash yelled, throwing away from the concrete and onto the muddy ground below. Before AJ could utilize his legs to run, Kash sat on them, using the power from his arms to hold AJ's chest down into the mud.
He layed over the other's chest, waiting for him to calm down, his patience absolutely staggering. One wouldn't normally believe that Kash even had a slither of patience. Yet, Kash waited for minutes, waiting for AJ to tire out, waiting for him to stop with his futile attempts at escape and crying for help. No one would come. Kash knew for sure no one would.
"Let me go, dickhead!" AJ yelled, struggling with the steel cuffs tightly around his wrists. His face was red from attempts of escape, his iron will and determination still strong and evident.
Kash's feral grin never wavered as he pulled out a Swiss Army knife from the back pocket of his leather jeans, turning AJ over and leaning over him on the wet, muddy ground. He watched AJ's sculptured body melt and mold into the rain-soaked dirt, his clothing stained permanently. He laughed in his mind. AJ wouldn't be wearing his clothes for long.
He waited patiently on top of AJ with intent, calm blue eyes, his grin plastered on his face. Kash watched as his prey twisted and turned beneath him with closed eyes, trying to move or crawl away from his captor. However, Kash's full weight rested on AJ's legs, making him immobile. He simply waiting for AJ to tire out, savoring the Georgia man whinning softly, growling in frustration, determined to get away.
Soon, though, he stopped moving, his breathing hard and his face beet red. Kash leaned almost cat-like over AJ's chest, pressing the cool knife to AJ's cheek, waiting patiently, intently, for his reaction.
AJ hissed at the touch, opening his fiery blue eyes and instantly finding the sharp steel pressed against his skin. A gasp escaped his lips -- probably without AJ's consent -- and Kash laughed at the sight.
Kash merely watched as AJ's breathing quickened, his blue eyes shimmering in stoicness-- but the small glimmer, the short glint of fear flashed through his eyes. "What are you going to do with that?" he whispered, trying to feign his apprehensiveness.
His own blue eyes narrowed, his wicked smirk twisted and petrifyingly intimidating. "What do *you* think, southern boy?"
AJ's visibly gulp, and Kash's confidence sky-rocketed. "Don't..."
Kash's eyes brightened. His hand holding the knife slowly-- very, very slowly traced AJ's chin, the sharp end slowly crawling down AJ's juggular and down to the hollow of his neck. "What was that?"
He watched as AJ's eyes sparkled, his lips quivering-- and Kash could feel himself hardening as he watched AJ lick them. "Please... don't..."
The knife slowly poked AJ's white shirt, the tip resting on the gold metal of the cross. Kash's blue eyes sparkled and his proud, wicked grin matched the laugh that echoed in the alleyway. "Are you begging for me to stop, AJ?"
His laughter cut of AJ's response. "Do you actually *think* I'm going to comply? Do you actually, truthfully *believe* I'm going to let you go, uncuff you and let you kick my ass next Wednesday night because of this?" Kash leaned down, his lips fluttering over AJ's wet, swollen own-- their own respective blue eyes echoing in the darkness. "If you think that, AJ..."
Immediately, Kash removed the knife from AJ's cross, using the weapon to rip AJ's shirt in half and relishing at AJ's surprised, fearful gasp of terror. He chortled, grasping the other, weaker man's chin and pulling him up, laughing even louder as he moaned lightly.
He waited for AJ's breathing to calm, and it was then he started to speak.
"If you think that AJ Fucking Styles..." He tongue licked over AJ's parted lips, his grip tightened on his chin and he hissed one single thing into AJ's left ear. "You got another thing comin'."
Clamping his mouth shut with his own pair of lips, he dipped the knife underneath AJ's black denim jeans, cutting the material easily. He ripped every piece of clothing on AJ's body-- his shreaded shirt, his torn pants, even his socks and shoes-- leaving only his boxers on.
The entire time Kash never let go of AJ's mouth, exploring inside and prying the other man's lips open. He stopped AJ from biting him as he pressed the sharp knife deep into AJ's now bare stomach. AJ stopped automatically, in fear of his life, the apprehenshion and confusion sparkling in his wide blue eyes. Kash laughed inside AJ's mouth.
Soon he felt AJ squirm and whimper helplessly underneath him, a sensation that made his cock rock hard and a million wicked ideas filling his mind instantly. Once the cold night air touched AJ's bare skin, he shivered uncontrolably, raising his bound body up towards Kash's own for warmth, desperate for salvation away from the chilly temperatures.
His blue eyes darkened, in lust and in thought, locked onto AJ's own, simply staring at him as his lovely Southern prey whimpered uncontrollably, shivering and urgent pleas for help, for some sort of haven, to get away and find warmth.
Kash watched him with sheer intent, and calmness. He was the one in control now, the one with all the cards.
He smirked as he released AJ's mouth finally, keeping a firm grip over the knife pressed against AJ's juggular as his other hand slowly moved between the two of them, very slowly tracing AJ's stomach hairs. His smirked deepend when AJ gasped, eyes wide in absolute shock.
His fingers dipped underneath the trim of AJ's blue boxers until he reached what he desired most.
AJ shivered and moaned beneath him, and Kash laughed, the sound echoing in the abandoned alleyway.
Not only was the one holding the cards, but he was the one holding AJ Styles by the balls.
Literally.
A nail scratched over, and AJ's breath caught in his throat visibily. He leaned down over AJ, his hair trickling over his shoulder, cascading and framing his face, blocking his visage from the world.
"Not so tough now, are ya, bitch?" he hissed, a cackle stiffled in his voice.
Unable to speak (Kash continued to play idly with AJ's balls, rolling them around), AJ horsely groaned, his body unconsciously moving with Kash's hand.
Kash released his cackle, the husky voice visibly making AJ tremble harder beneath him. He gripped AJ's balls tighter, playing with them harsher than before, enjoying AJ's absolutely torment, watching him squirm and twitch underneath him.
The thought hit him like a ton of bricks. Here he was, AJ Styles. Moaning. Groaning. Squirming. Whimpering. Blubbering. And actually *begging* for him to stop. Even though he couldn't say it, the word was practically written on his blue eyes.
But he continued to enjoy it. Kash could tell from the rising tent emerging on AJ's blue boxers.
Kash kept his controlling stare on AJ's face, moving his hand away from his balls and clutching his rock-hard cock, his fingers cradling it even. Finger by finger they latched around it, squeezing it gently with each passing second.
The absolute, undeniable bliss on AJ's face, and the pleasure coming from the growl in his voice, only made his cock harder and even made *him* squirm a bit in his leather-clad pants.
He smirked as AJ rolled his head back and forth, his hand tenderly stroking his prey. He wasn't squirming as much as *he* was, though.
"Mmm," Kash cooed, licking AJ's earlobe, the other hand still firmly pressing the knife to the other's neck. "You like being the bitch, don't cha?"
He watched AJ's Adam's Apple bob up and down, hearing him gulp, his face flushed and possibly permanently scarlet red. "N-No..."
"Psh," Kash snorted, licking AJ's nose. "You know you like it. Admit it." His pulled on AJ's throbbing cock, enjoying the loud reaction he received. "Admit it, AJ-boy."
He watched AJ shakes his head in denial furiously, sweat trickling down his brow, splashing onto the muddy soil below them.
Kash pulled again, harder than before, laughing as AJ arched high into the air, shouting louder than Kash ever thought he was capable of. "You *KNOW* you want this..."
"Stop," AJ moaned, his hips moving without his consent.
Kash shook his head, removing the knife away from AJ's neck and trailing it gently down the side of his torso. "It's too late to stop." He smirked as the sharp tip nipped the edge of AJ's boxers. "*You* even know it's too late."
"Please... don't..."
"Shut the fuck up," he snapped, at the same time using his knife to rip in half AJ's silk boxers, immediately throwing them to the side. "You're all mine now, bitch."
"Stop calling me that!" AJ shouted, his blue eyes furious with rage.
Kash smirked and purred lightly, his eyes narrow as slits of a snake. "Your voice betrays you, AJ."
AJ's eyes widen. "W-wha... what do you--"
"Your voice." Kash hovered his lips over AJ's. "Your voice *quivers*. Just like you are."
AJ started to shake his head, but Kash's sudden hold of his cock yet again, this time much more gentle than before, stopped him from all other movement. He moaned, way deep down inside his voice, a husky growl mixed with a sweet mew trickling down his lips and out into the dusty air.
Kash smiled, an actual genuine smile, but AJ couldn't see it. His eyes were tightly shut, his hips rocking with the movements. Kash used the precum to ease his movements, having more than enough cum to stroke AJ and to taste him at the same time.
He kept his eyes on him the entire time, watching, always watching. His movements never faultered, his fingers working their magic-- magic only a certain few have undergone. He didn't even bother remembering them. Although they considered him the "greatest lover they ever had," no one could compare to him.
Kash couldn't believe he was even remotely thinking it. But as he watched AJ's head roll back and forth, his wanton moans leaving his lips willingly, even though he probably didn't even think about it, Kash knew his thoughts were true.
He might have been a great lover. But, then again, so was AJ Fucking Styles.
Maybe that's why he put "fucking" for AJ's middle name. He absentmindedly licked his lips at the thought.
Purring darkly deep in the back of his throat, Kash leaned forward and nibbled upon AJ's weak, wet lips. "What do you want me to do to you, AJ?" he whispered, his maddening assult on AJ's lips never ceasing. "I know you want this..." His hand clutching AJ's cock and pumping it hard. "I can *feel* it."
"N... N..."
"Shh, don't even try denying, ya fucker," Kash soothed, his teeth slowly bitting upon AJ's face, tasting his sweet, soft skin. "You're as hard as any damn rock, you're sweating bullets and you're moaning like it's the end of the world. Don't even try denying it." His teeth nipped at his nose, and he smirked devilishly. "You want me to fuck you right up the ass. Nice... long... and hard."
"Stop it... please..."
Kash forced a deep kiss onto AJ's lips. He broke the heated contact between them, forcing the other's pants down with a swift, ease movement. AJ moaned at the coldness touching his rigid cock, standing high and proud in the chilly air. Kash licked his lips again at the sight, his mouth suddenly becoming dry.
"Stop it, Kash..."
Groaning in frustration, Kash grabbed a piece of AJ's torn shirt, forcing it over AJ's panting mouth, wrapping the torn cloth over the other's mouth and tying it harshly, effectively shutting AJ up. Soon he heard the others muffled screams, his eyes wide with panic and fear.
Kash couldn't help but chuckle vehemently and his eyes involuntarily sparkled at the sight.
AJ Styles. Naked. Tied up. Vulnerable.
His.
"Enough of your whining," Kash snapped, slapping AJ's cheek sharply. "You're gonna get fucked..."
His wicked smirk grew as he flipped AJ over until the other's bare chest rested upon the muddy ground, his torso covered in the dirt. Easily Kash began to undo the buckle to his jeans, slipping the denim off until it reached to his knees. AJ squirmed and whimpered beneath him, giving Kash a rush of power that made him laugh maniacly again.
As he cupped AJ's bare, plump, round ass, he leaned over the other's back, pressing his clothed, warm chest against AJ's chilly skin.
He bent down and hissed into his ear. "You're gonna get fucked in that little, sweet, tender ass of yours, AJ Styles... and I assure ya..." His teeth snatched his ear and he tugged on it harshly. "You're gonna love every *minute* of it."
"God! STOP!" AJ screamed as Kash slowly pushed himself into his ass. He squirmed beneath him, his whole chest digging in to the dirt, desperately trying to find a way to get away from his captor.
Kash snickered, rocking his cock deeper into AJ, his hips planting AJ firmly still. He lowered his head, licking AJ's bare neck, nibbling on the skin. "Shut up, fucker."
"Don't... god..."
Kash chuckled darkly, biting on AJ's shoulder while his hands dipped beneath, snatching AJ's cock and stroking it. "Too late to protest now, AJ."
"GOD!" AJ shrieked as Kash jack-knife the rest of the way into AJ's ass, eyes wide in shock and pain. A whine came out of nowhere, echoing off of the walls of the alleyway, his body shuddering and quivering.
Kash laughed, moving his cock out and then back into AJ, hitting the same spot again. AJ yelled louder than before, his eyes shut tight, mouth wide open, his breath caught in his throat. He repeated the motion again and again, forcing AJ to scream every single time. Power surged through Kash's veins as he stroked AJ, thrusting harder and harder into AJ's ass as each second passed.
One of his hands left his hip and went to AJ's hair, his fingers clutching a handful and pulling on his scalp viciously, forcing AJ's head up from the mud. Kash leaned forward, licking the mud away from AJ's sweaty cheek and neck, still thrusting hard into him. He cooed lightly as AJ mewed, rearing back into him, trying to take in Kash deeper. Smirking widely, Kash obliged, releasing his hold on AJ's hair and bringing his hand back to his hips. Lifting them into the air, Kash pounded into AJ with all the force he had left in his body, sweat trickling down his chest, his back, his face, the salty beads twinkling in the moonlight.
"How does it feel, AJ?" Kash growled and huffed through his teeth, thrusting again into his ass relentlessly, over and over again. "How does it feel with my dick up your oh-so *tight* ass?"
AJ opened his mouth, his lips forming small words that Kash couldn't understand without the help of speech. He thrusted again, harder than before, forcing AJ to shriek a long whine, the sound bouncing off of the concrete, wet walls.
He cackled louder than before, louder than he ever had, jack-knife thrusting, pounding, forcing himself into AJ every second he could. He counted the moments down happily in his mind, mouthing them along as he continued to give AJ unbearable, sweet pleasure.
"My bitch," Kash hissed, gingerly picking up the pace, his hips digging deep and hard into AJ's unexplored ass. "Say that you like it, AJ." He slapped the other's bare, round ass, creating a dark print on the white innocence of skin. "Say it, whore!"
"I'm your WHORE!!" AJ screamed as he felt his impending orgasm, jerking wildly, Kash's forceful, painful hold on his cock and the furious pounding directly onto his prostate sending him over the edge and towards a blinding white hot rush of light.
Unconscious, AJ slumped into the mud face-first, his naked body still trembling and cumming from the powerful, numbing orgasmed he endured. Kash soon followed, slumping right on top of AJ's back, breathing hard, his lips chapped and mouth dry.
Seconds later, Kash opened his eyes, looking at the sleeping, prone form of AJ. A small smirk appeared on his face as he slipped out of the unconscious younger man, slapping the other's ass as he did. He put his cock back into his pants, zipping up as a pensive look overcame his face.
AJ laid on the ground, helpless, still tied up, sweaty and muddy and possibly sore. The cuffs created red marks on his white, porcelain skin, trails of blood trickling down to the ground. 'Should I be nice and let him go?' Kash contemplated to himself, tapping his finger upon his chin. An idea sparked in his mind, though, his eyes widening at the thought.
"Or maybe..." He trailed off, his wicked, twisted smirk returned.
Kash picked up all of AJ clothes and threw them into a nearby dumpster. Scooping up AJ in his arms, he walked off into the streets and towards his car on the other side of the road.
He looked down at the sleeping, vulnerable form of AJ Styles in his arms.
"You have a lot to learn kid," Kash said to AJ, his fingers trailing up along AJ's bare side. He laughed victoriously. "And I'm just the person to teach you."
He hummed a light tune as he walked to his car.
Author: Solita
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Kid Kash, AJ Styles.
Pairing: Kid Kash / AJ Styles.
Genre(s): Angst, drama, some comedy, losta sex!! YAY!
Warnings: Male/male situations, profanity, dom/sub, non-consensual (depends on your view of it).
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters used in the following story. NWA-TNA owns the people in this story, and I ain't getting money off of this.
Distribution: Clandestine, WWFSML, Lullaby, No Limits.
Notes: Erg. Okay, this didn't come out to what I planned. >.< The prompt for this challenge was "a character being seduced by another and denies the attention. However, after the seducation, he's turned one. Bonus points for that character becoming the aggressor." Um, I *think* I followed it, but man, my characters just wanted to skip the seduciton and go into the sex. Tis what happens when you have Kid Kash in a fic. -.-;; Title is based off of Metallica's "All Within My Hands." I swear, I've been wanting to write a fic to that song for *months* but I never had the right fic. Well... here it is. LMAO.
"I will only let you breathe,
My air that you receive,
And then we'll see if I'll let you love me!
Love is control!"
All Within My Hands - Metallica
Kid Kash hated AJ Styles.
Anyone in the wrestling world understood the vile hatred Kid Kash had towards AJ Styles. He cited it in his shoot interview. He mention it repeatitively in his internet interviews. He even said it in front of national television when he answered questions from Mike Tenay.
He fucking hated him. He hated the ground he walked on. He hated the way AJ breathed in and exhaled out air. He hated the way he walked. He hated the way he talked. He hated his smile and his charm and his wit. Hell, Kash didn't even know if AJ had the mental capacity to hold a decent conversation without acting like an innocent, naive dork; in reality, Kash knew AJ possibly more than AJ knew himself.
He wished nothing more on that man but death and destruction and all sorts of bad luck on his life. He wanted AJ to one day fall flat on his ass on national television and break his hip or some other bone or ligament or joint and then snort like a donkey and pig spliced together while screaming bloody agony. Kash would enjoy that. He would love that. He could die and go to his grave with such a big smile on his face, the mortiuary people wouldn't be able to move his dead lips to remove the damn grin.
Death was too easy for AJ Styles. Death was a nice little giftbasket from Hell or Heaven. Probably Heaven since AJ Styles was a goodie two-shoe, little innocent and beautiful Christian boy, who secretly masturbated to porno videos on the internet and probably owned more porn than any sick, horny teenagers out there in the world. AJ Styles was a sinner like everyone else. However, everyone else decided to worship him and call him "God," when AJ Styles was nothing more than the AntiChrist of Hell.
AJ Styles personificated evil, morbidity, agony, torture, and every not-so-nice thing known to the universe. He defined it. He was it. He was the living embodiment of it. He... he...
Kash sighed to himself, rubbing the right side of his temple, massaging it lightly, trying to release the pressure in his head.
"My mind rambles too much," he openedly expressed, shaking his head in self-loathe and self-disgust.
Internally, Kash summed everything up with a nice, simple, easy sentence.
Kid Kash hated AJ Styles and would hate him for the rest of time.
He nodded his head in agreement. "Good enough," he murmured, resting against the wet concrete of the wall.
However, the thoughts wouldn't stop nagging him. He sighed deeply, rubbing his face with his hand, trying to bring back the feeling in it. Sleepiness overcame him, his bones creaking from waiting for so long. 'How long does it take to leave a fucking nightclub?' Kash thought to himself, forcing himself not to growl.
There was another reason why Kid Kash hated AJ Styles. It was a reason he never addressed, abd most people behind the scenes didn't know, thankfully, that beyond the closed doors, AJ and Kash were at a standstill. AJ and Kash saw each other eye-to-eye. AJ and Kash stared down at each other and wanted to murder one another.
But AJ had something Kash didn't.
Control over his cock.
***
"You know you want it," AJ hissed into Kash's ear, squeezing his denim-clad ass.
Kash bit his lip, suppressing a moan deep inside his throat. Swallowing visibly, sweat poured down his face, dripping on his chest. "Leave... me... alone."
Shaking his head, AJ licked some of the sweat from the other's cheek. "Don't lie to me."
"I said for you to leave me alone!" Kash shouted, urgently forcing AJ's prying hands away from his ass, his chest, his arms, his hips. His body, however, instantly reacted, his blue jeans starting to become quite snug and tight on him.
AJ shook his head, kissing Kash's cheek and leaving the room. "You can't hide your desire forever, Kash."
***
Clenching his fists at the memory, Kash viciously growled, his eyelids narrowing, his lips curving into an intimidating snarl. In the distance, he saw AJ leave the nightclub, idly waving behind him to his companions Chris Sabin and Jerry Lynn.
He hated him. He loathed him. Kash would've wanted nothing more than to watch AJ Styles die a painful, slow, agonizing death in front of his very eyes so he could later spit on his dead carcass and throw it to the wolves.
But he was still able to make him hard.
***
"Get the FUCK out of here, AJ!"
AJ Styles innocent gleam never wavered from his sparkling baby blue eyes. "Aww, did I disturb you?" he asked guilelessly.
Running forward, Kash grabbed onto AJ's jacket and pressed him harshly against the wall. He pushed his face in front of AJ's, their noses and foreheads touching instantly. Hissing between his barred white teeth, Kash growled, throwing AJ again on the wall, watching as the other's head bounced painfully on the white concrete.
He pressed his wet, soaked chest against AJ's, the white towel around his waist the only form of protection Kash had from the coldness of the room. His wet blonde hair was plastered to his wet back, drops of water still dripping from his form. What nerve does he have? he mused, anger and rage clouding his vision. What the fuck is he thinking? Coming into my locker room when I take a shower?
Kash's blue eyes echoed off of AJ's own. "Get the fucking hint, AJ. Leave. Me. Alone."
AJ smiled, throwing Kash off-guard for a second, releasing some of the pressure and force he used. "Why the FUCK are you smiling?" Kash demanded, warily gazing at AJ.
Still smiling like the Cheshire Cat, AJ shrugged, and abruptly licked Kash's nose.
He released his grip on AJ's shirt.
Laughing heartily, AJ whispered lightly into Kash's ear, tickling the other's skin. "I know you want me."
Stepping back, he giggled happily, skipping pass Kash and out the door of the other's locker room. Seconds later, Kash gained his berings, shakily lifting his hand to touch the tip of his nose. He sighed, trembling lightly, a flushed look on his suddenly pale face.
The towel around Kash's waist had a little growing tent emerging.
"Fucker," he whispered, staggering back into the shower.
***
How was he able to do that? How could AJ Styles of all people make Kid Kash want to fuck him raw? How in the world did AJ Styles have the capacity to seduce someone but *not* be able to create a decent, gramatically correct sentence without saying "um" or "er" like a damn freaking dork?
Kash slammed his forehead into his palm, shaking his head back and forth in disgust. Internally, he cursed himself to the seventh layer of Hell and damned AJ to a couple of layers below him, a layer where there was nothing but torment and Kash could live in Hell happily hearing AJ scream in agony.
He snickered malevolently as his thoughts turned dark. He had a different way of making AJ scream in agony. A very, very different way.
AJ brought it onto himself, after all.
***
"You won."
"Excuse me?"
Kash growled, pushing AJ's shoulder forcefully. "I said that 'you won,' you fucker!!"
AJ shrugged idly, stirring the straw inside his coke bottle. "Whatever you say, Kash."
"I said 'you won!' You got me to *like* it!" Kash shouted, slapping the coke bottle out of AJ's hands. "I want it! I... I..." He trailed off, taking in a deep breath and releasing it slowly. Opening his eyes, he licked his lips, huskily whispering, "I want you... too."
AJ stayed stoic. "No."
Kash blinked. "W... What?"
The Southerner smirked. "Too late, Kash," AJ explained, walking forward and deliberately pushing Kash's shoulder aside. "You had your chance, but it's too late."
"... What are you saying?"
AJ turned around and his smirk widened. "I wanted you. But it took you six weeks to decide that *you* wanted *me*? Psh. Too late, Kash. Much too late."
"But..."
"Tch, you weren't worth the wait anyhow," AJ huffed, walking down the hallway and waving goodbye to Kash over his shoulder. "Not worth the fuck."
And as AJ Styles laughed down the hallway towards his dressing room, Kid Kash saw a bloody red color in his vision.
***
Closer...
Come on... closer...
Kash watched AJ. His sharp blue eyes sparkling in the darkness of the alleyway.
That's it, AJ.
Come to me.
That's it.
'Come into my parlor,' said the spider to the fly...
AJ Styles idly hummed a tune, his vision lost to the night sky, the moon reflected in his baby blue eyes. His hands shoved deep into the pockets of his pants, he walked forward, not even noticing Kash hiding silently in the alleyway.
Three, two, one...
Kash laughed, and AJ stopped in his tracks.
"Gotcha."
Pouncing forcefully onto AJ, Kash easily subdued the other man, the cuffs hidden inside the backpocket of his pants snapped aroudn AJ's soft wrists. Pulling AJ up by the hair, he forced him into the alleyway, dragging him deep into the darkness and away from the streets. Before AJ could scream or shout, Kash slapped his mouth harshly, creating a red mark near his lips.
Moments later the blonde-haired man threw AJ to the concrete, snickering loudly as he pushed AJ against the dirty, filthy wall of the alleyway, the steel cuffs forcefully holding the other man's wrists tightly.
Kash waited quitely, waiting for AJ to gain his bearings. Once he saw those glazed-over baby blue hues look at him, he grinned and kissed the tip of his nose.
"Evenin', sunshine."
"What the fuck is this, Kash!?" AJ shouted, trying to force Kash off of him.
Kash's eyes narrowed as he nipped at AJ's nose. "Payback. And you're my bitch."
"Ah fuckin' hate you, asshole," AJ sneered, still forcefully trying to push Kash away.
He grinned at AJ as he started to struggle, finding himself getting off at his weakness. His tongue sneaked out, licking the hollow of AJ's neck, a feral grin wickedly crawling upon his lips as he heard AJ's very, very soft moan.
"So you say," Kash whispered. "So you say."
"I do hate you!" AJ retorted, his voice trying to feign raspiness and weakness. His eyes sparkled, small fires dancing inside, fueled by rage and hatred. "Get the hell off of me!"
Kash shooked his head, a negative sound rising from the back of his throat as he licked AJ's unsurprisingly soft skin, nipping at it gently. "Don't push me, AJ. You've done this to me long enough."
"What the *hell* are you blabberin' about, Kash?!" AJ shouted, his face flushed and blanched, his eyelids becoming heavy.
Hazel eyes narrowed like slits. "It's not even been a month, AJ, and you don't remember that little game, do you? You had won AJ..."
His eyes widened with sudden realization, gasping loudly as Kash moved his fingers underneath his silk shirt, and underneath the back rim of his pants. "Oh my God. I... I can't believe--"
"That I remembered?" Kash finished, his eyes locking onto AJ's. A disapproving, condescending smile appeared on his sharp features, and he tisking AJ like a small little boy. "For *shame,* little AJ. I thought you of all people would understand that old saying about curiosity and the cat."
"But... but I--"
Kash forced his lips over AJ's weak own, bitting his upper lip roughly. "This cat and mouse game is over," Kash hissed forcefully, his hazel eyes burning with desire and hidden, supressed lust. "And it's about high time this cat got what it wanted."
"Kash... I'm sor--"
"Sorry isn't going to cut it!" Kash yelled, throwing away from the concrete and onto the muddy ground below. Before AJ could utilize his legs to run, Kash sat on them, using the power from his arms to hold AJ's chest down into the mud.
He layed over the other's chest, waiting for him to calm down, his patience absolutely staggering. One wouldn't normally believe that Kash even had a slither of patience. Yet, Kash waited for minutes, waiting for AJ to tire out, waiting for him to stop with his futile attempts at escape and crying for help. No one would come. Kash knew for sure no one would.
"Let me go, dickhead!" AJ yelled, struggling with the steel cuffs tightly around his wrists. His face was red from attempts of escape, his iron will and determination still strong and evident.
Kash's feral grin never wavered as he pulled out a Swiss Army knife from the back pocket of his leather jeans, turning AJ over and leaning over him on the wet, muddy ground. He watched AJ's sculptured body melt and mold into the rain-soaked dirt, his clothing stained permanently. He laughed in his mind. AJ wouldn't be wearing his clothes for long.
He waited patiently on top of AJ with intent, calm blue eyes, his grin plastered on his face. Kash watched as his prey twisted and turned beneath him with closed eyes, trying to move or crawl away from his captor. However, Kash's full weight rested on AJ's legs, making him immobile. He simply waiting for AJ to tire out, savoring the Georgia man whinning softly, growling in frustration, determined to get away.
Soon, though, he stopped moving, his breathing hard and his face beet red. Kash leaned almost cat-like over AJ's chest, pressing the cool knife to AJ's cheek, waiting patiently, intently, for his reaction.
AJ hissed at the touch, opening his fiery blue eyes and instantly finding the sharp steel pressed against his skin. A gasp escaped his lips -- probably without AJ's consent -- and Kash laughed at the sight.
Kash merely watched as AJ's breathing quickened, his blue eyes shimmering in stoicness-- but the small glimmer, the short glint of fear flashed through his eyes. "What are you going to do with that?" he whispered, trying to feign his apprehensiveness.
His own blue eyes narrowed, his wicked smirk twisted and petrifyingly intimidating. "What do *you* think, southern boy?"
AJ's visibly gulp, and Kash's confidence sky-rocketed. "Don't..."
Kash's eyes brightened. His hand holding the knife slowly-- very, very slowly traced AJ's chin, the sharp end slowly crawling down AJ's juggular and down to the hollow of his neck. "What was that?"
He watched as AJ's eyes sparkled, his lips quivering-- and Kash could feel himself hardening as he watched AJ lick them. "Please... don't..."
The knife slowly poked AJ's white shirt, the tip resting on the gold metal of the cross. Kash's blue eyes sparkled and his proud, wicked grin matched the laugh that echoed in the alleyway. "Are you begging for me to stop, AJ?"
His laughter cut of AJ's response. "Do you actually *think* I'm going to comply? Do you actually, truthfully *believe* I'm going to let you go, uncuff you and let you kick my ass next Wednesday night because of this?" Kash leaned down, his lips fluttering over AJ's wet, swollen own-- their own respective blue eyes echoing in the darkness. "If you think that, AJ..."
Immediately, Kash removed the knife from AJ's cross, using the weapon to rip AJ's shirt in half and relishing at AJ's surprised, fearful gasp of terror. He chortled, grasping the other, weaker man's chin and pulling him up, laughing even louder as he moaned lightly.
He waited for AJ's breathing to calm, and it was then he started to speak.
"If you think that AJ Fucking Styles..." He tongue licked over AJ's parted lips, his grip tightened on his chin and he hissed one single thing into AJ's left ear. "You got another thing comin'."
Clamping his mouth shut with his own pair of lips, he dipped the knife underneath AJ's black denim jeans, cutting the material easily. He ripped every piece of clothing on AJ's body-- his shreaded shirt, his torn pants, even his socks and shoes-- leaving only his boxers on.
The entire time Kash never let go of AJ's mouth, exploring inside and prying the other man's lips open. He stopped AJ from biting him as he pressed the sharp knife deep into AJ's now bare stomach. AJ stopped automatically, in fear of his life, the apprehenshion and confusion sparkling in his wide blue eyes. Kash laughed inside AJ's mouth.
Soon he felt AJ squirm and whimper helplessly underneath him, a sensation that made his cock rock hard and a million wicked ideas filling his mind instantly. Once the cold night air touched AJ's bare skin, he shivered uncontrolably, raising his bound body up towards Kash's own for warmth, desperate for salvation away from the chilly temperatures.
His blue eyes darkened, in lust and in thought, locked onto AJ's own, simply staring at him as his lovely Southern prey whimpered uncontrollably, shivering and urgent pleas for help, for some sort of haven, to get away and find warmth.
Kash watched him with sheer intent, and calmness. He was the one in control now, the one with all the cards.
He smirked as he released AJ's mouth finally, keeping a firm grip over the knife pressed against AJ's juggular as his other hand slowly moved between the two of them, very slowly tracing AJ's stomach hairs. His smirked deepend when AJ gasped, eyes wide in absolute shock.
His fingers dipped underneath the trim of AJ's blue boxers until he reached what he desired most.
AJ shivered and moaned beneath him, and Kash laughed, the sound echoing in the abandoned alleyway.
Not only was the one holding the cards, but he was the one holding AJ Styles by the balls.
Literally.
A nail scratched over, and AJ's breath caught in his throat visibily. He leaned down over AJ, his hair trickling over his shoulder, cascading and framing his face, blocking his visage from the world.
"Not so tough now, are ya, bitch?" he hissed, a cackle stiffled in his voice.
Unable to speak (Kash continued to play idly with AJ's balls, rolling them around), AJ horsely groaned, his body unconsciously moving with Kash's hand.
Kash released his cackle, the husky voice visibly making AJ tremble harder beneath him. He gripped AJ's balls tighter, playing with them harsher than before, enjoying AJ's absolutely torment, watching him squirm and twitch underneath him.
The thought hit him like a ton of bricks. Here he was, AJ Styles. Moaning. Groaning. Squirming. Whimpering. Blubbering. And actually *begging* for him to stop. Even though he couldn't say it, the word was practically written on his blue eyes.
But he continued to enjoy it. Kash could tell from the rising tent emerging on AJ's blue boxers.
Kash kept his controlling stare on AJ's face, moving his hand away from his balls and clutching his rock-hard cock, his fingers cradling it even. Finger by finger they latched around it, squeezing it gently with each passing second.
The absolute, undeniable bliss on AJ's face, and the pleasure coming from the growl in his voice, only made his cock harder and even made *him* squirm a bit in his leather-clad pants.
He smirked as AJ rolled his head back and forth, his hand tenderly stroking his prey. He wasn't squirming as much as *he* was, though.
"Mmm," Kash cooed, licking AJ's earlobe, the other hand still firmly pressing the knife to the other's neck. "You like being the bitch, don't cha?"
He watched AJ's Adam's Apple bob up and down, hearing him gulp, his face flushed and possibly permanently scarlet red. "N-No..."
"Psh," Kash snorted, licking AJ's nose. "You know you like it. Admit it." His pulled on AJ's throbbing cock, enjoying the loud reaction he received. "Admit it, AJ-boy."
He watched AJ shakes his head in denial furiously, sweat trickling down his brow, splashing onto the muddy soil below them.
Kash pulled again, harder than before, laughing as AJ arched high into the air, shouting louder than Kash ever thought he was capable of. "You *KNOW* you want this..."
"Stop," AJ moaned, his hips moving without his consent.
Kash shook his head, removing the knife away from AJ's neck and trailing it gently down the side of his torso. "It's too late to stop." He smirked as the sharp tip nipped the edge of AJ's boxers. "*You* even know it's too late."
"Please... don't..."
"Shut the fuck up," he snapped, at the same time using his knife to rip in half AJ's silk boxers, immediately throwing them to the side. "You're all mine now, bitch."
"Stop calling me that!" AJ shouted, his blue eyes furious with rage.
Kash smirked and purred lightly, his eyes narrow as slits of a snake. "Your voice betrays you, AJ."
AJ's eyes widen. "W-wha... what do you--"
"Your voice." Kash hovered his lips over AJ's. "Your voice *quivers*. Just like you are."
AJ started to shake his head, but Kash's sudden hold of his cock yet again, this time much more gentle than before, stopped him from all other movement. He moaned, way deep down inside his voice, a husky growl mixed with a sweet mew trickling down his lips and out into the dusty air.
Kash smiled, an actual genuine smile, but AJ couldn't see it. His eyes were tightly shut, his hips rocking with the movements. Kash used the precum to ease his movements, having more than enough cum to stroke AJ and to taste him at the same time.
He kept his eyes on him the entire time, watching, always watching. His movements never faultered, his fingers working their magic-- magic only a certain few have undergone. He didn't even bother remembering them. Although they considered him the "greatest lover they ever had," no one could compare to him.
Kash couldn't believe he was even remotely thinking it. But as he watched AJ's head roll back and forth, his wanton moans leaving his lips willingly, even though he probably didn't even think about it, Kash knew his thoughts were true.
He might have been a great lover. But, then again, so was AJ Fucking Styles.
Maybe that's why he put "fucking" for AJ's middle name. He absentmindedly licked his lips at the thought.
Purring darkly deep in the back of his throat, Kash leaned forward and nibbled upon AJ's weak, wet lips. "What do you want me to do to you, AJ?" he whispered, his maddening assult on AJ's lips never ceasing. "I know you want this..." His hand clutching AJ's cock and pumping it hard. "I can *feel* it."
"N... N..."
"Shh, don't even try denying, ya fucker," Kash soothed, his teeth slowly bitting upon AJ's face, tasting his sweet, soft skin. "You're as hard as any damn rock, you're sweating bullets and you're moaning like it's the end of the world. Don't even try denying it." His teeth nipped at his nose, and he smirked devilishly. "You want me to fuck you right up the ass. Nice... long... and hard."
"Stop it... please..."
Kash forced a deep kiss onto AJ's lips. He broke the heated contact between them, forcing the other's pants down with a swift, ease movement. AJ moaned at the coldness touching his rigid cock, standing high and proud in the chilly air. Kash licked his lips again at the sight, his mouth suddenly becoming dry.
"Stop it, Kash..."
Groaning in frustration, Kash grabbed a piece of AJ's torn shirt, forcing it over AJ's panting mouth, wrapping the torn cloth over the other's mouth and tying it harshly, effectively shutting AJ up. Soon he heard the others muffled screams, his eyes wide with panic and fear.
Kash couldn't help but chuckle vehemently and his eyes involuntarily sparkled at the sight.
AJ Styles. Naked. Tied up. Vulnerable.
His.
"Enough of your whining," Kash snapped, slapping AJ's cheek sharply. "You're gonna get fucked..."
His wicked smirk grew as he flipped AJ over until the other's bare chest rested upon the muddy ground, his torso covered in the dirt. Easily Kash began to undo the buckle to his jeans, slipping the denim off until it reached to his knees. AJ squirmed and whimpered beneath him, giving Kash a rush of power that made him laugh maniacly again.
As he cupped AJ's bare, plump, round ass, he leaned over the other's back, pressing his clothed, warm chest against AJ's chilly skin.
He bent down and hissed into his ear. "You're gonna get fucked in that little, sweet, tender ass of yours, AJ Styles... and I assure ya..." His teeth snatched his ear and he tugged on it harshly. "You're gonna love every *minute* of it."
"God! STOP!" AJ screamed as Kash slowly pushed himself into his ass. He squirmed beneath him, his whole chest digging in to the dirt, desperately trying to find a way to get away from his captor.
Kash snickered, rocking his cock deeper into AJ, his hips planting AJ firmly still. He lowered his head, licking AJ's bare neck, nibbling on the skin. "Shut up, fucker."
"Don't... god..."
Kash chuckled darkly, biting on AJ's shoulder while his hands dipped beneath, snatching AJ's cock and stroking it. "Too late to protest now, AJ."
"GOD!" AJ shrieked as Kash jack-knife the rest of the way into AJ's ass, eyes wide in shock and pain. A whine came out of nowhere, echoing off of the walls of the alleyway, his body shuddering and quivering.
Kash laughed, moving his cock out and then back into AJ, hitting the same spot again. AJ yelled louder than before, his eyes shut tight, mouth wide open, his breath caught in his throat. He repeated the motion again and again, forcing AJ to scream every single time. Power surged through Kash's veins as he stroked AJ, thrusting harder and harder into AJ's ass as each second passed.
One of his hands left his hip and went to AJ's hair, his fingers clutching a handful and pulling on his scalp viciously, forcing AJ's head up from the mud. Kash leaned forward, licking the mud away from AJ's sweaty cheek and neck, still thrusting hard into him. He cooed lightly as AJ mewed, rearing back into him, trying to take in Kash deeper. Smirking widely, Kash obliged, releasing his hold on AJ's hair and bringing his hand back to his hips. Lifting them into the air, Kash pounded into AJ with all the force he had left in his body, sweat trickling down his chest, his back, his face, the salty beads twinkling in the moonlight.
"How does it feel, AJ?" Kash growled and huffed through his teeth, thrusting again into his ass relentlessly, over and over again. "How does it feel with my dick up your oh-so *tight* ass?"
AJ opened his mouth, his lips forming small words that Kash couldn't understand without the help of speech. He thrusted again, harder than before, forcing AJ to shriek a long whine, the sound bouncing off of the concrete, wet walls.
He cackled louder than before, louder than he ever had, jack-knife thrusting, pounding, forcing himself into AJ every second he could. He counted the moments down happily in his mind, mouthing them along as he continued to give AJ unbearable, sweet pleasure.
"My bitch," Kash hissed, gingerly picking up the pace, his hips digging deep and hard into AJ's unexplored ass. "Say that you like it, AJ." He slapped the other's bare, round ass, creating a dark print on the white innocence of skin. "Say it, whore!"
"I'm your WHORE!!" AJ screamed as he felt his impending orgasm, jerking wildly, Kash's forceful, painful hold on his cock and the furious pounding directly onto his prostate sending him over the edge and towards a blinding white hot rush of light.
Unconscious, AJ slumped into the mud face-first, his naked body still trembling and cumming from the powerful, numbing orgasmed he endured. Kash soon followed, slumping right on top of AJ's back, breathing hard, his lips chapped and mouth dry.
Seconds later, Kash opened his eyes, looking at the sleeping, prone form of AJ. A small smirk appeared on his face as he slipped out of the unconscious younger man, slapping the other's ass as he did. He put his cock back into his pants, zipping up as a pensive look overcame his face.
AJ laid on the ground, helpless, still tied up, sweaty and muddy and possibly sore. The cuffs created red marks on his white, porcelain skin, trails of blood trickling down to the ground. 'Should I be nice and let him go?' Kash contemplated to himself, tapping his finger upon his chin. An idea sparked in his mind, though, his eyes widening at the thought.
"Or maybe..." He trailed off, his wicked, twisted smirk returned.
Kash picked up all of AJ clothes and threw them into a nearby dumpster. Scooping up AJ in his arms, he walked off into the streets and towards his car on the other side of the road.
He looked down at the sleeping, vulnerable form of AJ Styles in his arms.
"You have a lot to learn kid," Kash said to AJ, his fingers trailing up along AJ's bare side. He laughed victoriously. "And I'm just the person to teach you."
He hummed a light tune as he walked to his car.