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Tournaments are a special sort of hell. The sheer amount of mental acumen you need to think ahead about potential opponents and strategizing can wear on a person. It didn’t leave tournament participants with a lot of down time to relax. Which is why time had to be made.
Swerve was feeling wound up already. It didn’t help that he was still mentally processing the fact that Hangman inadvertently turned him into a vampire during Full Gear; add to that he immediately hopped into the Continental Classic. The fact that the company he’s working for has more monsters than him and Hangman was a lot to contend with. And there was another more pressing matter that’s itching his brain; the fact that someone called for a winners room in the early rounds of the tournament.
Out of everything going on, that particular thing floored him the most. Why? Because it was at least something he could control.
Swerve contemplated all of this while laying flat on his back in the designated winners room. He let his eyes roam about the ornate nature of the bedchamber; a king sized bed with throw pillows, a high backed leather chair that faced the bed, and a dresser drawer full of…accouterments. He snorted in amusement at how thorough everything was for this sort of thing.
Well, he thought. Even if his ‘guest’ doesn’t show up, there’s no reason he can’t enjoy this soft bed —
His thoughts were interrupted due to a knock at the door, and then the sound of the hotel lock disengaging. In walked Switchblade Jay White. He was out of his ring gear and wearing a plain black t shirt and loose fitting basketball shorts. Swerve sat up and stretched luxuriously. He crossed his legs, his shorts riding up his thighs ever so slightly.
He gestured for Jay to sit across from him. Jay nodded and obliged him. He sank into the comfortable leather chair, eyes transfixed on Swerve. Swerve leaned forward, his brown eyes gazing at him in interest.
”Jay. So….what compelled you to call for a winner’s room in the early stages of a tournament?”
Jay stared right back at him, his eyes ever shifting and mercurial.
“I thought you were the same man. The same one I beat from pillar to post all those years ago.”
Swerve’s eyebrow went up. That’s a shock.
”You…the 68th IWGP heavyweight champion…underestimating someone?”
He scoffed at Jay.
“Man, you really ARE out of your depth here, Switchblade…”
Jay’s fingers were digging into the arms of the chair and then he lunged at Swerve. Swerve easily intercepted him and threw him onto the bed. He straddled Jay, pinning him down with his hips. Pinning his wrists to the bed, Swerve growled in his ear.
“I didn’t say that I was finished talking, Jay. Now listen.”
Jay snarled at him, but remained still. Swerve had all the right in the world to command him. He won. And the idea of an incubus that hasn’t recharged challenging a vampire was foolhardy at best.
”You might have called for this because your ego decided to drag your little narrow ass, and you will pay in the way I see fit.”
He removed his hands from his wrists and sat up. Jay stared up at him, the light behind Swerve looking like an eerie halo around him.
“However…you still have your rights. I’ve heard stories about some of the winners rooms over in New Japan. They’re…yeah. Not my style. Point is, you still have agency here. You do have the right of refusal.”
Jay froze. Rights…in a winners room. That word felt foreign in his head and the concept paired with this caveat felt just as foreign. He found his hands sliding up his thighs and he let them rest there. As if it kept him grounded despite his situation.
“Fine. Safe word?”
Swerve gave a thoughtful expression before responding. He regarded Jay with curiosity.
“Don’t you even want to know what I have in mind before we start talking about safe words?” There was something a little more behind his voice. It was slightly musical, but with the promise of something a bit more intriguing.
Jay smirked, despite himself.
“Yeah. Tell me.”
”Well,” began Swerve.
“I’m absolutely STARVING right now. I need to feed. And you came to offer yourself up to me…”
How he was talking was scratching a certain part of his brain. Like he needed more.
Switch by name and switch by nature.
“Tell me, when was the last time you just sat there and…took whatever was given to you, Jay? When was the last time you got to exercise being what you are..?”
His voice was mesmerizing him and he needed to hear more.
“Too long.”
Swerve slid a hand up to his neck, gently applying pressure. His smile didn’t reach his eyes. But Jay didn’t care. He was all but gone.
“I’ll treat you right, don’t you worry. Now, safe words. What’s yours?”
“I…I go by the traffic light system.”
Swerve nodded in approval. He then let go of his neck and let a finger gently drag down his torso.
“Good. Classic and easy to deal with. I believe I said I was hungry. Will you be willing to help me?”
He then paused and then ground his hips down onto Jay’s lap, eliciting a deep groan.
“Something tells me you are ready…but I need words. Tell me…”
Jay was entranced by Swerve. He always was, if he was being honest. There was something that immediately drew him to Swerve; which is why he wanted him to be in Bullet Club. Someone that suave, that intelligent, that damned attractive…
”Yes.”
”Good boy. Now, are you alright with being hurt a little?”
”A little.”
”You still into knife play?”
Jay felt his heart beat even faster. It’s like Swerve could see right through him. If he didn’t know that Swerve was a vampire, he’d guess he was an incubus just like him.
“Yeah…please.”
Swerve got up and walked to the bathroom. Jay heard water running for a moment and then as soon as it started, it ended. Swerve walked out, drying his hands.
“Scoot up on the bed for me. I want you comfortable.”
Jay complied as he inched his way to the top of the bed, resting his head on a pillow.
He smirked at him, the smile actually reaching his eyes.
”Good boy.”
Swerve sauntered back to Jay, crawling onto the bed, eyes fixed on Jay.
”Now, remember to tell me if you feel it’s too much.”
Swerve let his index fingernail grow until it was a razor sharp point. He slowly drew a line down his left pec. The blood started to gently well up from the cut. The sight of it made Swerve sigh almost lovingly as he lowered his head to it. He lapped up the blood and groaned appreciatively.
“Four more.”
With each cut, he sipped blood from it until with the last cut, he recreated the tally mark on his body. He licked the wounds clean, kickstarting the clotting.
“Color, Jay.”
The whole situation had Jay on the edge of euphoria. Too bad he had to talk.
”Green. Fucking hell, Strickland…green.”
Swerve reached out and rubbed his thumb across Jay’s lips. He then sat up straight to observe how Jay was faring. Good Lord, he was wrecked.
”So fucking good for me. That was an appetizer for me. I need more. I want more.”
His hand then seized Jay’s chin firmly. The motion forced him to look up at Swerve. His visage was heavenly to Jay. His eyes were wild and his lips and fangs were tinged with his blood.
”Yes. Drink me…but..”
Swerve immediately released his chin, concerned if he might have gone too far.
”What is it? What do you need, Jay..?”
”Kiss me. Please.”
Swerve smiled broadly and nodded. Leaning back down, he brushed his nose against his pulse point and gave it a cursory lick.
“You’re using your words. Good boy.”
Swerve met Jay’s lips in a fiery kiss. They kissed like they wrestled; fierce, wild, and all consuming. Jay got the upper hand, desperate to taste himself on Swerve’s tongue.
They pulled away, slightly panting. Both grinning like mad, Jay was the first to break the silence.
“Bite my neck. Just don’t turn me.”
Swerve patted his cheek almost lovingly.
“I wouldn’t dare. I promise.”
Swerve then leaned back over Jay, sliding his hands up his arms and then grasping his hands. Their fingers intertwined and Jay was well and truly dominated. Swerve’s lips brushed against his neck once more, whispering into it.
”Once more, Switchblade…tell me you want this.”
”I do.”
”Good. I won’t drain you. Tell me if it’s too much.”
Swerve’s fangs elongated and punctured the side of Jay’s neck. He cried out and his hips bucked in response. Groaning slightly, Swerve squeezed his hands in response. The action seemed to ground him a little, but it also added to the euphoric nature of being bit. His nerves were on fire, and every single sensation had him on edge. When Swerve finished drinking, the feeling of his fangs leaving his neck made Jay cry out once more. Gasping Swerve’s name, he came in his shorts.
Swerve gently let go of his hands and nicked his thumb. Watching it bead up, he swiped it across the bite marks. Seeing it stitch itself up is something that will never get old to him.
He swung his leg over him and lay next to the incubus. Gently rubbing his head, he spoke to Jay in a soothing tone.
”Give me your color, baby..”
Jay closed his eyes for a moment, breathing slowly. The action was bringing his body back down to earth. He came damned close to subspace.
He turned over to face Swerve and gently grabbed the hand that was playing in his hair.
“Green.”
”Good. That’s all I wanted…hope you got something out of it too.”
Jay was slowly becoming himself again, his trademark cocky grin coming back.
”I should fucking say so. I blew my load before even getting some.”
Swerve chuckled at his candor. He then nodded to the tally marks he left on Jay.
“Want me to take care of that too..?”
Jay thought for a moment.
“No. Leave it. It’s a souvenir of sorts.”