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If Volt had it his way, Eddie would not have even stepped foot in the ring that day.
But Eddie was stubborn. Whenever he had his mind set on something, it was difficult to pull him away from it, and oftentimes not even worth attempting to do so.
Volt does nothing but watch helplessly as Eddie continues to push himself each day, chasing after each win, desperate to remain undefeated. He breaks himself time and time again, bedridden for days between matches, though he claws his way back to the top each time.
There's a flash of white in Volt's field of vision before he's suddenly pulled back into the present, eyes frantically scanning his surroundings.
Right. The match.
Eddie stumbles backwards into his corner, scrunching his nose as his shoulder makes contact with Volt’s palm. He's panting hard, and Volt does a quick look-over, sighing in relief when he finds no trace of blood from his nostrils. Time is ticking fast, and he presses a bottle to Eddie’s lips, watching as he rinses his mouth with its contents.
His hand grips it tightly, trying to calm his nerves as the other male takes a sip. Eddie looks way too roughed up for his liking, having taken more blows than usual well into the second round.
Volt’s eyes follow the trail of water down his chin, wincing at the small trace of blood in the mix. He's breathing hard too, and he barely registers anything around him other than the heat of Eddie’s skin against his fingers.
The other two cornermen on their team are on him as well. Eddie catches his gaze for a moment, those fiery eyes boring into him, before he turns his attention to the man at his side, nodding along as he drills a new game plan into him. Volt unintentionally drowns out the sound of it, and as his third teammate slaps a pat to Eddie’s back, the remainder of the water is poured over his head to cool him.
The whistle sounds, and his fingers squeeze Eddie’s shoulder briefly before releasing him and taking his place outside the ring once more. Any water spill is quickly wiped from the floor, and the match proceeds.
When it's finally over, Volt desperately tries to calm the tremor in his hands.
Eddie staggers into the locker room, Volt’s arm around his waist to support him as he lowers onto the bench. He doesn’t meet his gaze, already aware of what’s to come.
"You need to be more careful! You're over-exhausting yourself, which is why you're taking more hits-"
Eddie winces as Volt presses the wet cloth to his swollen lip, gazing up at him through half-lidded eyes.
“I still won, though.” He practically hisses through his teeth, his tone coming off more aggressive than intended. His chest rises and falls with each heavy breath. A drop of blood finds its way from his nose down to his chin, Volt's eyes following its trail.
Suddenly there's a ringing in his ear, and his fingers unintentionally dig deeper into the flesh of Eddie's thigh.
Oh, fuck.
He’s shaking as he moves the rag to wipe under Eddie’s nose instead, trying to ignore the growing pressure in his pants. Eddie’s gaze sweeps over him, but if he notices, he makes no attempt to draw attention to it. “I’m fine, Volt. You know me. I don’t break easy.”
Volt bites his tongue, exhaling heavily out of his nose as he steps away from the other. There’s no use arguing with Eddie - anything he says is always immediately shut down. It truly pains him to see how little Eddie cares for his own wellbeing, insisting that everything is always fine, that he can bounce back after every fight.
And he does, though it does little to soothe Volt’s worry.
Eddie is strong, agile. Volt knows this, and admires it - but it scares him too. Eddie chases that adrenaline like it’s his lifeline, no matter how beat he is by the end of it.
“..I just think you need to allow yourself more rest between matches. You're going to get yourself-”
“What? Killed? Volt, we both know it won't happen. There are rules-”
“I know. I'm not talking about the damn rules. You're not taking care of yourself, Eddie, fuck's sake-”
Volt’s fingers press into his temples, inhaling sharply as he calms himself. His skin feels like its buzzing from the tension, and this is not how he wants to end their night.
“I'm sorry. You know your body better than me,” He remarks, tongue pressing to the roof of his mouth to ignore the bitter taste on it.
There's a heavy silence between them that ticks on for what feels like minutes. Suddenly, Eddie rises from his spot on the bench, adjusting his robe as he does. Volt unintentionally focuses on the way his hands shake from the motion.
“Let's just go home now, please.”
Volt barely hears the click of the door shutting behind them before the only thing he’s focused on is the feeling of Eddie’s lips on his. It truly was a curse how easy he is when it comes to Eddie, because any logical thoughts fly out of his mind the moment that familiar warmth encompasses him, leaving him breathless.
His jacket is unzipped within seconds, warm hands sliding into his tee and finding the skin of his stomach. There’s a gentleness to the otherwise desperate touch, sending a chill up Volt’s spine.
“Wait, wait,” He manages to pull away, chest heaving and eyes already blown wide, gasping as he feels the other’s hand slide to the small of his back and yank his waist forward to press into him. “You need to rest.. What about-”
“Fuck, Volt, I need you ” Eddie’s fingers tighten against his side, almost hard enough to leave a bruise. “What, you think I’m incapable of fucking you like this? Are you really going to deny me what is mine?” His gaze burns into Volt, who is trying so desperately to not let his knees give way underneath him.
Usually Eddie’s immediate course of action after a fight was to draw himself an ice bath, but it seems he has other motives today. Volt can hardly complain.
His hand is in Volt’s hair next, lips pressing insistently against his throat. “I know exactly what goes on in your pretty little head after each of my matches.” His breath is hot against his skin, “You weren’t exactly the best at hiding it today.”
His knee practically forces its way between the other’s legs, applying such delicious pressure to where he needs it the most. Volt feels as if his brain is frying. His hand finds the back of Eddie’s neck, pulling him in once more and crashing their lips together, barely whispering a plea as he does so. “Bed, please.”
He doesn’t need to be asked twice. The pair stumble away from the door, managing to somehow miss bumping into several items of furniture on the way to their shared bedroom, and Volt hardly pulls away to fumble with the doorknob. He’s grasping the sleeve of Eddie’s robe so tightly as they push into the open space, letting the garment drop beside the doorway.
They’re far from graceful in their fall to the mattress, any remaining articles of clothing disappearing in haste before Volt’s back hits the plush material below. He can feel the roughness of Eddie’s battered knuckles as his fingers tease his happy trail, and his teeth find his bottom lip, accompanied by the bitter taste of iron.
“Fuck, Eddie, I’m sorry-” Volt pulls away once more, gasping as he watches the blood rush into the re-opened cut on Eddie’s lip. “I forgot-”
Eddie lets out a groan, sucking the wound for a moment, and then he’s right back to pulling Volt in for more.
When they part again, the taste of it lingers on Volt’s tongue.
His desperation must be rather obvious, because Eddie doesn’t waste any time in sliding himself between his open thighs, one of his hands hooking under Volt’s knee and lifting it around his waist. “You’re so pretty like this, you know? Could never tire of seeing you all spread out for me.”
Before he can even react, his hips jolt upwards - Eddie's palm makes contact with his aching cock, and his eyes roll back in pleasure at the dry stimulation. He's already leaking, though, and soon enough he feels the other’s fingers spreading his pre-cum around the sensitive head, dragging a low moan from his throat in turn.
His fingers ghost along the length of Volt’s cock, just enough to feel the way it makes him squirm.
“Eddiee,” He whines, nearly sobbing as Eddie takes his length into his hand, his own cock sliding into place above his. Volt chases that stimulation with his hips, pressing up to rut against him, burning hot with want. A silvery gaze meets his, and he catches a glimpse of amusement in those piercing eyes.
He shivers at the feeling of something cold on his skin, and Eddie’s fingers get to work again, spreading the lubrication between the both of them. It warms quickly with the friction of their hips pressing into each other and the added stimulation to his core.
“You know,” Eddie starts, slick fingers trailing slowly down between Volt’s legs to where he knows he needs him the most. Circling, teasing him. “I bet I could tell you every little thought you had during the match today.” His palm presses against him as he slides one finger into him, down to the knuckle, causing Volt’s hips to jerk slightly.
It isn’t enough, leaving the other panting and grasping onto Eddie desperately. “Please.”
His plea falls on deaf ears. “By the end of the first round, you were staring intently at the sweat on my back, wishing you could put your tongue to my skin.”
A groan sounds from Volt, and Eddie has to dig his fingers into his hip to keep him in place. A quiet sob falls from Volt’s lips as he continues, curling that digit inside him slightly.
“At the end of the second round, you were envisioning my bloodied knuckles fisted in your hair.”
Volt’s cock twitches at that, proving his statement correct. A second finger is added, finally, stretching him further. “And oh, in the locker rooms afterwards… You were practically devouring me with your eyes.”
He’s shaking by now, desperately attempting to fuck himself onto Eddie’s fingers as a third slides into him. He's so full, and yet it barely satisfies his craving.
Eddie is enjoying this tremendously, applying pressure ever so slightly to that one spot that has Volt crying out as his back arches off of the mattress. He's breathless, chest heaving as his hips roll upwards, chasing that burning feeling in the pit of his stomach.
“Fuck, Eddie, I'm so clo-”
Suddenly, that build up of pressure inside him is gone as quickly as it had come. Volt is panting, gaze fixed between their bodies, where Eddie’s hand had come to a halt.
“Already? We've only just started.” He pulls out, slowly, dragging a whine from the back of Volt’s throat at the loss.
He lets out a breathy chuckle, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips. “Oh, don't worry love, I'll give you what you want,” His tongue swipes over Volt’s bottom lip, reveling in the way the other chases after his mouth. “After I've had my fun.”
Volt’s head re-finds the plush material of the pillow as Eddie presses a firm hand to his stomach, coaxing his body flat against the bed once more. His thigh jerks around Eddie’s waist when he feels his hand grasp it, thumb rubbing circles into Volt’s skin.
Eddie is desperate too - he's better at hiding it, but Volt can see it in the way he looks at him. There's always so much emotion behind those eyes, but only Volt can truly see it past his hardened exterior. Eddie lets it slip so easily around him.
He gasps as his hips are pulled flush against Eddie’s, biting his lip at the drag of his length on the inside of his thigh. Their lips meet again, sloppily, and his fingers dig into the flesh of Eddie's shoulders as he fills him, finally.
His name falls from Eddie’s lips in a breathless whisper. His palm finds Volt’s chest, warm and gentle, slowly sliding up to press against his throat.
His mind tries desperately to keep up with his heart as it nearly explodes from his chest, and suddenly Eddie’s fingers find his cheeks, forcing his mouth open. Volt’s hips jerk upwards with a particularly rough thrust, jaw slacking as a moan escapes him.
Eddie draws himself back slightly, palm pressing into Volt’s chin to force his head backwards, and spits right into his parted lips.
The act momentarily shocks Volt, though it's more than welcome - he lets the taste of him linger on his tongue, savoring the feel of it as it rolls to the back of his throat. There's a hint of bitterness that has him shuddering, the metallic taste of blood in the mix.
Eddie doesn’t let up his hold on Volt’s face until he swallows. “Good.”
When he releases him, Volt shudders. Trembling hands claw at Eddie’s forearms with each drag of his hips, and he squeezes around the other’s cock inside him. Eddie sets a brutal pace, bringing Volt to the brink of ecstasy, only to slow once more each time he's almost over that edge.
He chases that release desperately, but to no avail. Despite the beating Eddie took just hours prior, his grip on Volt’s hip remains unwavering, rooting him in place. Volt doesn’t dare to fight against it as he feels the other’s fingers dig into his flesh, hard enough to bruise.
Another slow drag of his cock against his sweet spot has Volt spasming beneath him, nothing but barely audible whimpers sounding from him. He swallows as his gaze falls to a trail of sweat on Eddie’s torso, and his mind fogs over as he focuses in on the ripple of his muscle with each thrust.
Every bruise paints him beautifully, Volt thinks, despite his worry over said injuries. Shaking, his fingers release Eddie’s arm, trailing across his skin to press into his stomach, feeling him jolt under the touch. Eddie grunts, eyes fluttering from the feel of it, and his hand finds Volt’s wrist, holding it tight.
His lips are on his again, and Eddie presses into him so deliciously, leaving him to cry out against his mouth.
“Please, Eddie,” Volt sobs out, back arching slightly off the mattress, “I'm so-”
He doesn't get to finish his sentence - Eddie’s fingers find his throat once more, applying just the right amount of pressure that has him gasping. The act causes Volt to jerk underneath him, legs pressing tightly against his sides, knee pushing into one of the many bruises that litter his torso.
Eddie groans and falls forward slightly from the momentary pain, his hand releasing Volt’s hip and finding the mattress below instead, directly next to the other’s head. “Fuck.”
The sound of it has Volt’s hips twitch, and it's almost enough to send him over that edge. Eddie’s movements halt, and Volt whines, rolling his hips upwards for more friction.
“Wait,” Eddie rasps out, taking a moment to compose himself. Volt sobs as he pushes against him, eyes rolling back as he feels that grip on his throat tighten. “Fuck- you're so.. greedy. ”
He'd be lying if he said he didn't love it, though. Volt’s desperation fuels him, and as he begins to rut into him once more, Eddie’s teeth find his shoulder, muffling his moans as he paints his insides with his release.
Volt follows shortly after, crying loudly when Eddie lets up the pressure to his neck. His palm finds Volt’s cock instead, working him through his orgasm, reveling in the way he trembles and chases after his touch.
He squeezes around him, earning a low groan from Eddie as his lips graze his throat, pressing open-mouthed kisses to the redness that had formed from his touch. Volt’s body relaxes into the sheets below, his legs loosening around the other’s waist as he catches his breath.
It doesn’t last, though - he can feel Eddie harden inside him once more, and his fingers are on the flesh of his thighs again, pressing deep.
Eddie’s hold is persistent, and Volt becomes putty under it. “Don't worry, my love, I'll take good care of you.”
Volt’s cheek presses into the pillow below, tears and drool staining its surface. He vaguely remembers being flipped onto his stomach at some point, Eddie maneuvering him as he pleases.
Eddie’s fist is tangled in his hair, and his other hand curls around his aching cock, squeezing it lightly. Hips raised, he feels the other’s knee nudge his legs further apart, and his fingers grasp at the sheets beneath him.
“C'mon, love, just one more.” Eddie’s lips find the back of his neck as Volt fucks into his fist, sobbing dryly from the overstimulation. He's still so full, Eddie’s cock buried to the hilt inside him, yet he sits there unmoving. The only friction between them is the gentle rock of Volt’s hips into the mattress and Eddie’s palm below.
Each downward thrust has him trembling, feeling the drag of Eddie's length inside him as he ruts into his fist. The sheets below are slick with his previous release as the male above him coaxes him through his third orgasm of the night. His palm presses into Volt’s lower back, feeling the way his body twitches underneath him as he’s pushed into the mattress, before sliding back up to his hair.
“You're doing so well,” Eddie’s voice rings in his ear, fingers carding through his locks so tenderly. Volt can barely choke out another cry as he spills onto his fingers, gasping when his palm drags along the head of his cock. “Good, good.”
Volt’s hips jerk away from the touch as Eddie strokes him through his release, turning his head to meet his gaze finally. The look on his face causes Eddie’s half-hardened cock to twitch inside him, and he pulls his hand away from him finally, watching him sob in relief. Body going slack against the bed, Volt shudders at the feeling of his own mess coating his stomach and thighs.
Eddie marvels at the sight of Volt completely wrecked underneath him - trembling, tear-stained cheeks, drool slipping down his chin and hair framing his face so beautifully. He's truly lucky.
His own body aches, all the pain he'd been ignoring suddenly crashing down on him once more. He pulls out, finally, and collapses onto the mattress beside Volt.
“Shit, I'm going to be feeling this in the morning,” He groans, rubbing his hand along his face, wincing at the sting of his bruising.
Volt manages to sit up despite his circumstance, concern etching across his face as he leans in to press a kiss to Eddie’s temple. Seeing the look on his face, Eddie continues.
“And before you say anything, no, I'm not going to regret doing this.” He leans in to meet Volt halfway for a kiss, letting out a small hum. “I chose this. Please don't worry.”
He knows his words do little to soothe his lover's mind, though. Volt, completely fucked out, shakily rolls himself to press into Eddie’s side, hand sliding over his stomach. His nose nestles into the crook of his neck, lips finding his skin as he breathes in the scent of him.
“You'll rest now?” His voice is hoarse, and Eddie has to hold himself back from the sound of it. If the situation was any different, he'd fuck Volt senseless into next week.
Volt is practically matching him by now, body littered in bruises and bites of Eddie’s doing. That wrecked expression on his face - eyes puffy from crying, lips slick and kiss-swollen - oh it has him riled.
He smiles, and it’s the kind of smile that leaves Volt regretting his question. “Of course I will. You know what time it is.”
Volt groans, face finding the pillow once more as he lets out an exasperated sigh, shoulders shaking from the force of a dramatic cry.
“You should join me this time.” Eddie’s enjoying this way too much, and Volt does very little to protest - physically, at least. The ache in his limbs makes it difficult for him to push against the other as he's pulled from the mattress.
“Noooo!” His wails go ignored, and he slumps into Eddie’s arms in defeat as he's lugged off to the bathroom.
When they re-find the plush material of the bed, Eddie slots himself beside Volt, who shivers as he scoots to the opposite side of the mattress. Though he's facing away from him, he knows for sure the other is pouting.
“Volt,” He nearly whispers his name, snaking his arm around his waist. “I'm sorry. You're not still mad, right?”
There's a moment of silence, and Eddie follows his words with a kiss to Volt’s neck, in which he feels the way it causes him to melt.
He's trembling under the warmth of Eddie’s palm when it slides over his stomach in slow, soothing circles. In the next moment, he turns to face him, limbs tangling together as he presses impossibly close.
“..This is only because I'm cold.” Volt’s head finds his shoulder, and Eddie’s fingers thread into his curls again, combing gently.
“Uh-huh.”
His palm slides upwards to cup against Eddie’s jaw, eyes already beginning to droop as he warms from the closeness. “I'm still mad at you about today's match..” His voice is quiet, tired.
“I know.” Eddie stares at the ceiling above, listening to the other’s breathing begin to slow. His gaze falls to Volt’s back, watching the rise and fall as he drifts off, bringing the conversation to an end.
Volt clings to him, huddled so closely, as if he's afraid of this moment fading. Of Eddie fading.
But right now, everything is okay, and that's enough.