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The knock came late, but Robert had expected that much. As if Flambae was going to be courteous enough to arrive on time to punch him. He braced himself as he opened the door and quelled the instinct to block. Flambae clocked him good enough he stumbled into the wall, ears ringing, then shoved past him into the apartment, kicking the door closed behind him.
“You got booze?” He asked nonchalantly.
“Beer in the fridge, vodka in the freezer,” Robert grunted as he shook his head.
He rubbed his aching jaw as he turned to follow Flambae into the kitchen. He watched him open the freezer and get out his vodka, taking a hefty gulp and realized he was in casual clothes. Leather jacket, v neck, tight jeans. About what Robert would’ve expected from him. He took another gulp.
“Ah, there we go,” he muttered, “There’s a little burn.”
“Alcohol can burn you?” Robert prompted.
“Almost the only thing that can,” Flambae answered, shrugging.
He took another drink.
“So punching is just not doing it for you, huh?” Robert guessed.
“Not really,” Flambae admitted moodily, “How’s revenge supposed to feel good when you look like a fuckin’ sad dog?”
Why did everyone keep telling Robert that?
“I can’t really do much about that,” he said, “Would you rather I fight back?”
Flambae’s glowing eyes cut to him as he snorted.
“What’s your normie ass gonna do to me?” He scoffed.
In response, Robert swept his legs.
“Agh!” He grunted as he hit the floor hard and spilled vodka all over his shirt, “You little bitch!”
He lurched to his feet at Robert who sidestepped and rammed his knee into his gut, pain bursting in his leg as he forced the breath out of Flambae. He made an unattractive sound, but grabbed Robert’s leg, hoisted him up, and spun, abruptly tossing him fully across the room.
He hit his couch in a way that didn’t actually hurt too bad, so he had time to brace and defend himself when Flambae reached him. He twisted and swept his leg up, driving his heel into Flambae’s temple to knock his head aside then slammed his other foot into his throat. He choked and jerked back, but grabbed Robert’s ankles and yanked hard, slamming Robert’s crotch right into his abdomen.
Robert made a very embarrassing squealing noise as his balls were crushed, but still managed to land a hook to Flambae’s face which was quickly returned, his arm not going up in time to save his face. The pain rocked through his face and head which was sent spinning.
Flambae started to lift up, cocking his fist back again and Robert quickly locked his legs around his waist and lurched, hooking his arms around his neck in an awkward chokehold. Then he snapped his teeth down on Flambae’s ear.
Flambae shouted and shoved at him, trying to dislodge him, but Robert held tight until a few rapid fire punches to his ribs loosened his grip and his jaw. He grabbed Flambae’s jacket instead and it tore as he was thrown again, onto the floor this time which sent sliding across it into the wall. He quickly flipped and wobbled as he got to one knee.
“Do yourself a favor and stay down, Bob Bob,” Flambae sneered as he yanked his torn jacket off.
“Make me, Flambitch,” Robert spat as he got to his feet.
Flambae’s eyes blazed as his lips pulled back in a wide grin made all the more insane looking by his busted, bloody lip. They slammed back together, Flambae getting a knee to the nuts as payback and Robert catching a fist to his chin. He clawed at Flambae’s face and hair, bit any bare skin he could find, and tried to choke him while Flambae hit him like a truck over and over from his face to his hip and grappled him, trying to stop his scrambling fighting. Robert couldn’t be stopped easily though and Flambae lit up a hand.
“Get off, you feral bitch!” He snarled, forgetting he was covered in vodka.
As his shirt suddenly caught, he kicked Robert in the hip to push him away, but if he was trying to save him, he failed, Robert’s shirt catching before he went stumbling and fell on his ass. He dropped and rolled quickly to smother it, but not before it burned across his torso. Minor burns, all things considered, but it bit harshly into his skin, hurting like hell. The smell of his flesh burning was familiar and a familiar face appeared above him alongside it, albeit scratched to utter hell in a very satisfying way.
“Too hot for you, Mecha Bitch?” Bloody lips sneered.
Robert spat the bloody spit in his mouth onto that stupid face.
“Son of a whore!” Flambae hissed as he backhanded Robert, wiping the spit off with the other hand, “Do you want to die??”
“Only most days,” Robert laughed.
He threw a wild punch that was caught and he was twisted around, face smashed into the floor as his arms were wound up, crossed behind his back.
“You’re an animal,” Flambae growled as he shifted over Robert who was flailing wildly, “You need to be fucking caged!”
A leather belt looped around Robert’s wrists and tightened harshly, keeping his arms bound uncomfortably behind him. Then a very hot hand gripped the back of his neck, adding more burning to his skin and shoved his face harder into the floor.
“Are you done now??” Flambae huffed.
“Think I got more in me,” Robert laughed breathlessly, “Nothing’s broken anyway.”
“Dumbass,” Flambae muttered, “You’re, like, a hazard to yourself.”
Robert thought of a couple snarky responses before settling on flexing beneath Flambae, specifically pressing into where his adrenaline boner was sitting against his ass. Flambae’s fingers tightened on his neck.
“You’re fucking sick, bitch,” he said flatly.
“Yeah, so are you,” Robert countered.
“Can it, bitch mouth,” Flambae shot back.
Then he ground down into Robert’s ass.
“All this wasted on your flat ass,” he grumbled as he let go of Robert’s neck to grip his waistbands, “Guess I’ll have to make do.”
He yanked upward, dragging Robert’s ass into the air and Robert’s knees wobbled as they got under him. Then Flambae yanked his bottoms down, straining the elastic as his ass was bared and a burning handprint was smacked into it.
“Fucker!” Robert cursed as he jolted forward.
“That’s the idea,” Flambae snorted.
He spread Robert’s ass and spat on his asshole, saliva so hot Robert winced a little. An equally hot finger smeared through the spit then pressed inside him and he grunted as he tried to force his keyed up body to relax. The finger was gone almost as quick as it appeared and Flambae spat again, clearly rubbing it on his cock judging by the slick noise behind Robert.
Then he was pushing in and Robert clenched his teeth, hissing as it burned him about every way he could be burned. His back bowed upward, trying to bring his ass forward, but Flambae dragged him back by a tight grip on his hip, forcing him to take it. The stretch was harsh and Robert couldn’t breathe properly. He had to swallow a moan.
“Nothing bitchy to say now?” Flambae taunted as he pressed in deep.
“Fuck off?” Robert suggested, voice strained.
“You wish,” Flambae scoffed.
When he was done stuffing his cock in Robert, he gave him about two seconds of heaving breath before he started moving. It was almost unbearable how much it hurt. Robert ground his teeth and tried not to whine like a dog. It didn’t really work.
“You really are a little bitch,” Flambae taunted, “Whining on cock you asked for.”
He grabbed a hold of Robert’s hair and wrenched his head back, forcing him up off the floor. Pain was pulsing all over Robert now. Bruises, burns, restraint, violation. His face was dripping blood onto the floor. And Flambae just fucked him harder, hips snapping against his ass as if he had punishment in mind.
“Oh god,” Robert whispered, eyelids fluttering.
“Your circulation is shit,” Flambae said between grunts of effort, “You’re cold. Like a fucking fleshlight. Fuck.”
He groaned and jerked harshly against Robert, stretching him further. He echoed the moan as he started to shake badly. He had no real stability and was sort of stuck being bounced on the cock that was so hot to be almost burning inside him. Everything was too hot and he was starting to feel faint. He wondered if Flambae would just keep fucking him if he passed out and the thought made him shiver as he let out a strained moan.
“Y-You’re seriously a fucking freak,” Flambae accused breathlessly.
“Some…Something about a pot and kettle,” Robert huffed.
Flambae actually laughed then cursed and suddenly Robert’s hands were free. He immediately gripped his own hard cock, jerking clumsy and desperate while his other hand grabbed at Flambae’s side behind him, clawing into him as he tried to find some stability.
Flambae’s hand let go of his hair to wrap around his throat and squeeze, making him choke and gasp. The faintness ramped up to feeling half passed out already, lightheaded and dizzy as his vision started to gray. His eyes rolled back when he came, orgasm burning through his whole aching body and he wavered toward unconsciousness.
“D-Don’t stop, dad-dy,” he choked out.
“Fuck!” Flambae hissed.
Then Robert blacked out completely. He came to aching from head to toe and it took him a bit to grasp he was lying on his side. He hadn’t been cleaned, but his pants were pulled up. He pushed off the floor, sitting up with a wince and glanced around. There was relatively little damage, most of it was on Robert instead of the apartment. That was good.
Despite aching, he felt very good. Loose and satisfied in a way he couldn’t usually get. He was going to be annoyed when it was time to go work in this state, but for now he laughed lightly as he pressed his fingers into the burn on his chest.