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i just want an au where xy is a cage fighter with absolutely nothing to lose so he wins by letting his opponents hurt him in order to get close to them
just the image of him bloody and battered but grinning through the blood is…hoo boi
just the image of him bloody and battered but grinning through the blood is…hoo boi
xxc a young heir of a large business, coming to these fights as a way to fit in and build connections. ofc xy catches his eye, how could he not? no one else fights like they’re waiting to get punched, to be that much closer to death
one fight goes too far. xy goes against a real brute, guy twice his size with biceps like melons, and when he grabs xy by the neck his feet come off the ground. xxc is there, watching, fingers digging into the armrest of his chair. no one said anything about fights to the death
xy struggles, tries to gain leverage but he’s severely outpowered. his mind is hazing up, eyes rimmed red and bloodshot. this really could be it, this could be how he goes
before he knows it xxc is on his feet, unsure what he means to do, only that he has to do something or this man will die and none of the beasts shouting for blood next to him are going to put a stop to it
he makes his way to the door of the cage, keeping an eye on the fight, trying to get there as fast as possible. xy hasn’t stopped fighting back, angling his feet towards the big guy’s dick but missing the mark, movements slowed
“stop the fight,” xxc tells the guy at the door.
“no can do. there are bets. these guys would be real mad about it.”
“he’s going to die!”
“he’s had worse.”
“no can do. there are bets. these guys would be real mad about it.”
“he’s going to die!”
“he’s had worse.”
the brute slams xy to the ground, head first. a loud ugly crack sound follows on contact. xy gasps for air as the brute lets his throat go. it’s about the spectacle, after all and things were getting too one sided
“see, he’s fine,” the guy at the door says. xxc doesn’t agree. there’s a bloody smear where his head touched the ground and he’s visibly shaking as he gets to his hands and knees. “this is cruel,” xxc says to no one in particular and walks away
there’s a fire alarm near the door. even seedy underground facilities care about fire hazards when their clients are this rich and powerful. xxc grabs an ashtray from the closest table and smashes the glass.
the sprinklers turn on and the audience wails in disappointment, fleeing the room, more concerned with their expensive suits than anything else. xxc stays. when he returns to the cage he sees the fighter still kneeling, water running down his face and washing the blood off.
his shoulders shake and for a moment xxc thinks he’s crying, but as he gets closer he realizes the man is laughing.
“are you okay?” xxc asks, dumbly, bc of course he’s not okay.
“this your doing?”
xxc averts his eyes. “yes.”
xy starts laughing again.
“are you okay?” xxc asks, dumbly, bc of course he’s not okay.
“this your doing?”
xxc averts his eyes. “yes.”
xy starts laughing again.
“you just ended my fucking career,” he says bitterly enough, squinting the water from his eyes.
“i’m sorry,” xxc says automatically. “i’ll…i’ll give you a new one. come work for me.”
“no.”
“i saved your life.”
“that’s your problem,” xy says and promptly throws up.
“i’m sorry,” xxc says automatically. “i’ll…i’ll give you a new one. come work for me.”
“no.”
“i saved your life.”
“that’s your problem,” xy says and promptly throws up.
