Kink Bingo_Pain-Play
Title: High Impact
Chapters: Oneshot
Pairing: Kai x Tora/Tora x Kai [its fluid, you'll see why…]
Rating: NC-17
Genre: PWP, fluff
Warnings: male x male, frottage/manual sex, consensual violence, foul language, adult themes
Summary: A couples therapy session with Kai and Tora. Full contact style.
Commentary: I really am a writing machine, aren't I? I'm churning those Kink Bingo entries out like no-one's business…I wish I got paid for this XD This is my offering for the "Pain-Play" square, and I have to say that I didn't expect to find something for it that quickly, that square was really bumming me out at first. Pain-play is a very, very broad term so I got a little creative with it, right down to the pairing. Kai x Tora might sound a little strange at first but consider the visual: two milk-pale, ebony-haired, buff, dominant boys going at it…*drools* it made sense to me XD I hope you'll find it hot too, besides, my Tora-muse wanted a piece of my Kai-muse, what can I say, I do everything my muses want…Please enjoy!
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The change rooms were empty when Tora entered the tiled, locker lined space, lugging his gym bag over his shoulder.
No surprise there, after all, he paid a bit extra to come after hours to train, the owner of the dojo had been most accommodating. Curious, but accommodating nonetheless.
He paused in front of an empty locker, dropped his bag on the bench beside him and shrugged out of his vest, tee, hanging them neatly in the locker, then the sneakers and socks came off, and so did the jeans. He picked the immaculate white cotton canvas karategi out of his bag and started putting it on, trousers first, and then the uwagi, the vest, draping it neatly on his chest, tying it all together with the dark obi. Comforting repetitive motions that he had performed many times over the years, despite his hectic schedule as a musician getting in the way of training. And the occasional late night sparring that he was looking forward to very eagerly. Very, very eagerly. It had been a while, and with the situation that had come that morning, he had a good bit of aggression piled up and definitely needed the release, fingers clenching in anticipation.
He sat down on the bench, took out an elastic band from his bag and started tying his long hair back, running his fingers across the side-cuts. It was already growing back and itchy as hell, he'd have to give it a trim soon, but he loved the look quite a bit. He gathered his longish locks in a spiky ponytail, and then reached again in his bag for a roll of medical tape, carefully taping his pinkie and ring fingers together, and then his delicate wrists. It really wouldn't do to break fingers or sprain a wrist when he needed them to earn his livelihood, especially not before a summer tour, that would end up being painfully inconvenient. Assuming that Shou wouldn't just kill him for his carelessness. He was growing into his leader role, a little too well even, letting that sadistic persona out to play to keep them in line. So far so good, it was working.
He zipped up his bag and put it away neatly in the locker, making his way to the door at the other end to enter the dojo. He heard the outside door chime. His sparring partner had arrived, but he kept going, too angry at him to stick around and wait. He'd get his issues out in a few minutes, no need for the verbal sparring, besides, he needed a good stretch. The mats were cool under his bare toes as he made his way to the ring in the middle, rotating his wrists as he went, and his neck, stretching every joint so that he would be warmed up and limber for the fight. He stretched his arms above his head, bent forward and back, a few lunges, feeling the warmth course his body. Part light exertion, part anger, part excitement.
He knelt down on the mat and waited for his partner, letting his eyes fall shut, focusing on his controlled breathing. Inhale. Exhale.
The door to the change room whooshed open and his partner came out, also wearing a neatly put together karategi, immaculate white, his wavy hair neatly pulled back out of the way in a little ponytail. Well shaped, almost dainty feet with black painted toenails paused in front of him, two paces away.
"You're still pissed about this morning?"
Heat coiled in his stomach, desire and anger fighting for dominance inside him. He took a deep breath and looked up to the man standing across from him and heat flared up in a burning surge in his lower belly. Kai was beautiful. He always was but there was a dangerous edge to his beauty when he wore the immaculate outfit, his wild hair pulled back revealing the black pearls he had for eyes, the sharp, elegant angles of his face, set in hard lines. He was pissed off too, and to say that he was glorious in his anger was an understatement.
"If I wasn't we wouldn't be here." Tora replied, willing the cattiness out of his voice.
Boy did he want to be catty though. After their verbal joust that morning and an entire day spent simmering at the spewed words, the last thing he wanted to do was spare him. If anything his own borderline submissive self control angered him even more. He just wanted to drop the control and fucking lash out to be quite honest. In fact that was one of the grievances he had to bring forward this session, the fact that he always had to step on his ego when the other was concerned was starting to grate him.
"Fine then, lets get this started…" Kai replied, cracking his knuckles.
Kai never taped his fingers, he didn't have to. Years of hitting drums for a living had strengthened his hands, wrists and fingers, and pretty much his entire body to be quite fair. Tora knew how strong and perfect those hands were, with their sure, agile grip, and how sleekly muscular and fucking gorgeous he was underneath his clothes, and the knowledge had a spike of lust cutting through his irritation. But now was not the time. Not yet.
He unfolded from the mat and stepped a few paces back, behind his start line, Kai doing the same, his burning coal eyes never leaving his own, delicate mouth set in a grim smile. He clearly was looking forward to this as much as Tora was.
There was a customary bow, a rather perfunctory one, before he launched himself at his opponent, who was ready and waiting for the first strike.
He slipped into the smooth fighting stance thoughtlessly. He'd been doing karate for a few years, and so had Kai, and it had become second nature to them both. As it happened, it had been one of their very first conversation subjects, before they even bonded about music, their mutual love of cooking, nurturing personalities, which they did later on. And then they had bonded over their sense of leadership, their taste for order and structure, their love of well tailored leather jackets and fast motorcycles. And sex. They definitely had done quite a bit of bonding between the sheets, a delicious fight for dominance that ended with both of them discovering their feelings and attractions, and that love between them that had been aching to be accomplished, acted on all those years yet relegated to the side out of duty to their mutual bands. Until said bands had deemed that enough was enough and that they would date wether or not they wanted to if just to grant them peace of mind after seeing them tiptoe around each other for too long.
It would be four years this year. Living together for three.
They were happy together. Most days. But when it went badly, this was how they dealt with it. The only time they would ever get rough with each other apart from sex. In the ring, man to man, with only their strength and skill backing them. That was their boundary.
Tora's opening strike never landed, Kai evading impact smoothly by bending back his shoulder, sliding underneath the punch while aiming a hit of his own to Tora's ribs. He miscalculated by a fraction and the hit grazed his side, brushing fabric, leaving him open for a swift side kick that impacted against his thigh with a dull thud. Kai backed off with a hiss, biting his lower lip.
"You really are pissed…" he muttered.
"Does that really surprise you?" Tora bit back, lunging to land a punch to the middle of Kai's chest which the drummer blocked with a quick forearm, landing a high kick of his own.
His foot bit into the fleshy part of his hip with a jarring thud, pain and heat blossoming in his side and he groaned with a mixture of pain and satisfaction. He'd craved that high impact physicality that came with real sparring. Not that he let it destabilize him as he lunged again in retaliation, managing to land another punch, to Kai's jaw this time, earning himself a swift chop to the ribs. Delicious, biting pain and heat as his flesh bruised.
He had the advantage of height, his reach was unbeatable and one of his roundhouse kicks would definitely knock out about anyone. But Kai was fucking quick, and strong, his muscles lean and coiled tight, responsive as hell. He may have been shorter, but he packed quite a punch with those large hands of his, literally. But Tora was pissed off and focused enough to block and parry the flurry of angry punches coming his way.
"I don't know why I fucking bother, I've been playing with fucking damper pads all fucking month to make sure you got your sleep and that's how you fucking thank me? By throwing a hissy fit this morning on how you don't sleep enough and my leader duties are pissing you the fuck off? Do you realize this is my fucking life!" Kai growled, landing another kick to Tora's side this time.
It was hard enough to smack some of the breath right out of him, but it was worth it. Every second of delicious pain was worth it to see his lover this angry and out of control. He loved to see Kai lose it like this, but still had to reply to his statement. He wasn't about to let this one lie, oh no. His morning anger had been very legitimate in his opinion.
"Don't you think you getting out of bed at three in the morning to practice because you think you're not good enough for your upcoming tour doesn't worry and aggravate me? Its every fucking night Kai. You get up in the middle of the fucking night to hit that thing every. Fucking. Night." Tora spit back, blocking a chop with his elbow only to get a fist to the cheekbone, stars erupting in his vision.
They backed off from each other, a few seconds of respite as they bounced on the balls of their feet, reading to lunge at each other again.
"Its my job Tora. I play drum in a band, you know this."
Tora snorted, landing a hard kick to Kai's hip that had him wince and hiss. He didn't hold back. They never did.
"Yeah. Yeah I'm fucking aware." Tora hissed between gritting teeth, punctuating his sentences with a flurry of punches and chops, all deflected, "I'm fucking aware that you're always working, that you never make it home for dinner, that you hammer at your laptop until twelve at night answering emails, and then that you hardly sleep and spend the rest of the night hitting your drum."
He was losing his focus, getting emotional. It was so easy to get emotional when you loved someone so much, as much as he did. He was pissed because he was worried, because he loved him, because he ached to be held and kissed and reassured about his own tour insecurities by this infuriatingly gorgeous man he called his lover. He wanted to care for him too, kiss away his worries, if only Kai would let him.
"When's the last time we made love Kai? Really made love?" he asked, his question distracting Kai enough for him to get a grip on the collar of his uwagi and wrestle him to the ground with a side swipe of his leg.
"Tora…" Kai ground out as they grappled on the mat, legs entangling as they both struggled to get the upper hand, both landing hits.
Once again, Kai's strength and small size allowed him to get on top of Tora, straddling his hips, trapping his legs with his own. Tora struggled underneath him, landing another punch to his jaw, but then everything stopped with the sharp cracking of flesh against flesh, a sweat-slick hit.
Kai had backhanded him.
Not exactly a legal hit. The perks of not having a referee, they could definitely fight dirty. This wasn't about honour or elegance, it was about retribution and letting out their anger. His cheek stung where the broad hand had impacted with his skin, stinging and then diffuse burning spreading through his jaw giving him a rush of endorphin. Intense pleasure flooded him, rushing down his lower belly in a steady tide. He lay still, eyes studying the man above him with a mixture of awe and desire. Kai's hair had come loose, falling in thick waves around his beautiful face, eyes wide and glittery, cheek swollen and bruising already, his mouth parted just so as he sucked in heaving breaths. He blinked, very slowly.
"Hit me again."
"Tora…"
Kai's voice was full of breathless want, his eyes veiling with a haze of lust.
"Again…please…"
He needed this. They both did. They always did.
He sucked in a breath when that warm, broad hand slapped him again, hard. Hard enough to make stars dance in his field of vision and his entire body shake with pleasure as his skin ignited. His cock so hard, heat coiled tight in his stomach, he could feel the weight of it between his thighs, aching to be released. Kai didn't relent, he slapped him again, backhanded him, and he lay there completely submitting to Kai's frustration, hips bucking up as his trapped erection rubbed against the straining bulge in Kai's trousers. The last hit was the very best, the hardest, making his ears ring and his senses explode in pure delight as Kai's knuckles split his bottom lip, deep enough to make his blood sing and fill his mouth with coppery, salty tang. And then they were struggling again, Kai's hands viciously undoing his obi with sharp tugs, the two of them breathless and eager, Tora's hands racing up muscular thighs, clutching at the thick canvas.
The obi came free and the sides of his uwagi were pushed apart by those broad hands that had just inflicted such delicious torment, baring his pale, lithely muscled chest to hungry onyx eyes. His lip burned and ached beautifully, and he moaned when his lover grabbed a handful of his collar and pulled him up for a kiss. A rough kiss full of coppery salt and throbbing pain as Kai's teeth pulled at his sore lower lip, sucking it into his mouth as they switched positions, Kai letting himself fall to the side as Tora rolled on top of him, between his thighs, hips grinding down as he braced his hands on each side of Kai's shoulders on the mat. Their mouths parted, Kai's midnight eyes heavy-lidded, lips and teeth stained crimson with his blood, his own lip already swelling, his entire jaw sore. But he didn't care one bit as he leaned down to devour his lover's smooth neck with a pleased groan as he undid the other's obi one handed, the other supporting him up.
The fabric parted on Kai's buff chest, revealing creamy skin just as milk-pale as his own, toned muscle and dark nipples that came erect at the slightest brush of fingers against them, Tora's hand sliding across his lover's chest, tracing the dips and indentations he knew as well as his own. He'd worshipped every inch of that body over the years, with fingers and mouth, and now he ached, craved for that perfect skin with every fibre of his being, Kai arching underneath him, pushing up against him, breathless. It had been a long time since they'd indulged, not only in a good all out physical fight, but in the act of love itself and it felt like a dam breaking when Kai sat up sharply, mouth on fire as it claimed Tora's own, the balance of dominance overturned again as he pushed on his shoulders, his back hitting the mat with a jarring thud that had his entire body pulsating with pain.
Kai's hands cupped Tora's hips, fingers digging in, bruising, sliding down to free him from his trousers and briefs, almost frustratedly, hands delving in and pushing fabric down long, smooth legs as they devoured each other's groans of pleasure closely intertwined with pain. The boundaries were blurred, it all hurt and it all felt good, so good and raw and perfect, even when Tora's cock was freed from the two layers of fabric and caught in a tight, punishingly firm grip.
"Oh…babe, yes…" Tora groaned, words slurring from the mixture of breathlessness and swollen lip, hips bucking up as Kai's hand tugged at his erection.
His own hands sought, traced down a firm lower belly, intent despite the tongue shoved into his mouth, tangling with his own, tugged at fabric until there was a burning hot, sweat-slick, huge cock sliding in his grip. They were both rather well endowed, and gorgeously matched as they both liked topping and bottoming. It made for very satisfying sex for the both of them.
He tugged on his lover's cock, matching the rhythm that Kai was dictating with his own hand, firm and steady, enclosing him from root to tip in swift motions eased by their mingled sweat. He gasped when his dark haired lover let go of his lips and sat up on top of him, enclosing both their cocks together in his large hand, their precome mingling and slicking them as they bucked against each other, delicious friction making them both delirious with pleasure. Kai's hips pushed, rolled forward in a slick thrust that has Tora gasping and arching as their cocks rubbed together, velvet skin and sweat in the tight heat of Kai's strong fingers. Tora's hands gripped at strong thighs, and then inched up, clenching on a curvy, flexing ass, fingers digging into firm flesh, urging, pushing for more thrusts, more friction. More, more of Kai. He'd never get enough.
The pleasure spiralled up and up, heat gathering in his stomach, pooling, liquid fire ready to erupt as his dark haired lover gripped them and rubbed and thrust against him, glorious above him. All wild hair and fever-bright eyes and pleasured moans spilling from his lips as he sought his own pleasure.
"God…Tora…oh fuck…" Kai hissed, eyes closing as his head fell back, his spine shuddering, "I'm gonna come…"
Kai groaned deep and low as heat exploded between them, tight muscles in his stomach clenching and sliding under the pale silk of his skin.
Heat peaked and pulsed inside him as he followed his lover into bliss, cock pulsing and throbbing right along Kai's own as they splattered white ribbons of come against each others cocks and stomachs. It felt like jumping in a hot pool, sweat pearling all over their entangled skin, drops of moisture that made all their movements slick and fluid and slowing languidly as they rode their mutual orgasm. Kai collapsed on top of him with a sigh, their joined bellies slick and warm as they lay, breathless, sated.
They were quiet for a few minutes, catching their breath, legs entwined, chest to chest, hearts beating in unison, steady. Until Tora rolled to his side in the tangled mess of their undone karategi, dragging Kai with him.
"Its not about the noise you know?" he whispered into his lover's mahogany waves, "I can barely hear you with the dampers. Its about how much I miss you, in our bed. It about how I worry that this is stressing you out so much and I don't want you to fall apart babe…"
"I'm sorry…this album release and tour prep is just…I don't know. After the last tour that nearly killed us I'm just worried." Kai replied, mouth muffled against Tora's sweat slick throat, his strong arms tight around his slender waist.
"I know. I know and I'm an ass for lashing out this morning…Its just…sometimes I feel like I don't have a say in anything, and I don't really, its your band and your life but sometimes I feel like what I think is just insignificant. That frustrates me when I all want is to take care of you."
His lover's broad hands reached up for his face, tilting it down towards his, his dark eyes full of tenderness.
"No…no I do care. And you do have a say because yes its my life but you're part of it and I want you in there, I need you. Babe you're right. You're stressed too, you have your own tour, were both tired, and you put up with my sadistic schedule and my crazy muses and the bullshit that comes with leading a band without complaint. You're always there for me and you take it all in stride…I've been acting like an idiot. Its me who should apologize." Kai murmured, littering soft, sweet kisses to Tora's abused lip.
"I love you," Tora murmured against soft lips, hand sliding up Kai's smooth back to hold him close, so close, "I just want you to be happy. And not sleeping for weeks is not making you happy."
Kai smirked against his mouth, rubbing their noses together.
"I love you too, so much babe." he murmured, kissing him softly, running his hands against his face, fingers combing through his hair, freeing it from the elastic, "How about I save one day of the week for us to be together? We'll turn off our phones and computers and spend the whole day doing what we want. Things like watching all those movies we always put off, and cook something nice…and make love as much as we want…"
Tora chuckled at that.
"You mean all day long?"
It was Kai's turn to chuckle, a pleased, throaty sound.
"Oh yes…a full day of you on your hands and knees, pleading for me to let you come…" he purred in response, slick tongue tracing a heated line from his chin to his tender lower lip, making Tora's cock stir to life between them again, "hmm…you seem to like the idea."
"Having you make love to me all day with that big cock of yours? Oh hell yes…as long as we switch midday so we can be equally sore." Tora replied with a grin "Speaking of, we should go clean ourselves up and get a bit of practice, since the showers are empty at this late hour…"
Kai's midnight eyes flared with desire, banked heat in their depths.
"I have lube in my bag."
Tora grinned in response despite the swollen lip.
"Me too. Let's go."
***
The little impromptu party at Hiroto's apartment was going swimmingly.
Members from a plethora of bands were chatting animately, drinking, smoking and mingling perfectly. The blonde guitarist was more than satisfied with the turnout, but he couldn't help but be extra pleased when his good friend K finally arrived with a large bottle of sake in hand.
"Hey! I'm glad you could make it." he welcomed the new comer, hugging him tight.
"Yeah same! I got out of that silly meeting early, Ryouga is on his way. How's the party going?"
Hiroto gestured to the clusters of people gathered all around the kitchen and living room.
"Its a success! Everyone needed a good breather with the tours coming up…"
Shou was in a corner with Ruki laughing, along with Aoi. Uruha and Saga were discussing booze with a few pretty boys from indie bands nearby and Reita was fiddling with the sound system with one hand, holding Mogu up with the other. And then there was the couple on the couch. K eyes paused on them for a few minutes and he looked at Hiroto again, puzzled.
"Kai and Tora are awfully lovey-dovey with each other tonight…"
True enough, they were in their own little bubble of murmurs, caressing hands and shared laughter, Kai's leg draped over Tora's lap, the both of them turned towards each other. Tender kisses and heated looks and whispered endearments and promises. They had been like that all night, but then everyone knew why.
"But you have to explain to me what the hell happened to their faces? Does Tora have a split lip? And that bruise on Kai's cheekbone…did a very brave idiot try to mug them or something? I wouldn't mess with either of them…"
Hiroto snorted, taking the bottle out of his guest's hands and setting it on the table.
"They had a really good fight yesterday."
"What?" K squeaked, half puzzled, half horrified.
"Didn't I tell you? That's how they solve their couple fights. They have an all out karate match where they just whack each other until they get too horny and end up fucking away their issues. And I am not making this up."
K's mouth just fell open in disbelief.
"Are you serious? And it works?"
Hiroto nodded, amused beyond belief at his friend's surprised reaction.
"Yup. They've been doing it ever since they moved in together. You know them, two hard-headed dominant guys, fighting verbally did nothing for them and they would just end up at each other's throats over stupid things. So they found a nice mentally safe way to deal with their anger. Its really working great for them, I mean just look…"
K's head turned and true enough, they were kissing in a disgustingly cute, yet very passionate way, Kai being careful with his lover's swollen lip while Tora held his lover's face up with both hands as if it was something precious. They looked blissfully happy and only had eyes for each other.
"That is some fucked up shit…"
"Kai calls it their High Impact Couple Therapy, one day he's gonna patent it I'm sure."
"Crazy. Awesome but crazy." K replied with a chuckle.
Hiroto shrugged, smirking. If it worked for them, he wasn't gonna judge. Besides, he would take a mildly battered yet blissfully happy Tora over a sulky, pissed off tiger any day.
***
Yes, this was a small cameo of K from Born, I used his friendship with Hiroto to give an outsider's perspective on Tora and Kai's unusual problem solving technique. So, what did you guys think? I had a similar idea for another square but ended up getting another idea for it, and ended up tweaking it and this came out of it. Did you guys enjoy the pairing? I rather like the idea of the whole dominance fight…unf! I'm definitely writing these two again sometime, that was loads of fun, let me know what you think ;) I mentioned this in the actual fic but I'll stress again, this is sanctioned fighting with boundaries, not domestic violence. There's a huge difference between fighting within a martial arts context and just whacking on your lover at home out of anger. I just wanted to clear that out in case, if I'm gonna write dub-con or non-con, it will always be labelled as such in the warnings section, I wouldn't want to accidentally trigger anyone. Let me know your thoughts, as always ;) Love y'all xoxo