Major Tags: Violence Other Tags: Blood, sexualized violence. Word Count: 411 words
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The roar of the crowd beat through Yuuri’s blood, a wave of sound that washed back and forth from wall to wall like blood pumping through the chambers of his heart. He jabbed forwards, a quick strike with his taped up fist, and then danced back when it failed to connect.
Sweat ran down his temples, stinging fiercely when it hit his eyes. He shook his hair away from his face, keeping his eyes on his opponent.
He was bruised, he was aching and he was pretty sure Victor had knocked one of his teeth a little loose during their last exchange of blows but he had never felt so happy in his life. A wide smile stretched his mouth, blood dribbling down from his gumline over his front teeth in thin trickles, and Yuuri spat blood onto the floor.
“Not bad for a beginner,” Victor said, laughter in his eyes.
“Not bad for an old man,” Yuuri teased in return.
Victor went on the offensive, smiling just as widely as Yuuri did. He led with his left fist, throwing a quick punch at Yuuri’s throat and when Yuuri dodged to the right, Victor followed up with the haymaker that he’d been waiting for. His aim was off, catching Yuuri on the arm only, but it was a powerful enough blow to make Yuuri stumble back a few steps. Victor followed up his advantage, raining down a flurry of blows that made Yuuri instinctively raise his arms to protect his head while stepping backwards to give way.
The yells of the crowd grew louder, hounds baying for blood, and Yuuri felt the ropes of the ring meet his back. Nowhere to go here.
He dropped his arms, twisting his head to a side to protect the delicate bones of his nose and the soft flesh of his lips, and prepared a suckerpunch. The next blow Victor landed would take him close enough for Yuuri to slam a hard punch into his stomach.
Instead, Victor grabbed Yuuri’s chin, bloody taped up fingers leaving wet streaks on the skin, turned Yuuri’s head and kissed him as hard and fast as a punch.
And just like a punch, it left him breathless - but not too dazed to forget about his suckerpunch.
It was Victor’s turn to stumble back now and Yuuri’s to laugh. Blood dribbled from his split lips, over his chin, and Yuri promised himself the next kiss would be taken by him.
FILL: TEAM PRINCE OF TENNIS, T
Other Tags: Blood, sexualized violence.
Word Count: 411 words
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The roar of the crowd beat through Yuuri’s blood, a wave of sound that washed back and forth from wall to wall like blood pumping through the chambers of his heart. He jabbed forwards, a quick strike with his taped up fist, and then danced back when it failed to connect.
Sweat ran down his temples, stinging fiercely when it hit his eyes. He shook his hair away from his face, keeping his eyes on his opponent.
He was bruised, he was aching and he was pretty sure Victor had knocked one of his teeth a little loose during their last exchange of blows but he had never felt so happy in his life. A wide smile stretched his mouth, blood dribbling down from his gumline over his front teeth in thin trickles, and Yuuri spat blood onto the floor.
“Not bad for a beginner,” Victor said, laughter in his eyes.
“Not bad for an old man,” Yuuri teased in return.
Victor went on the offensive, smiling just as widely as Yuuri did. He led with his left fist, throwing a quick punch at Yuuri’s throat and when Yuuri dodged to the right, Victor followed up with the haymaker that he’d been waiting for. His aim was off, catching Yuuri on the arm only, but it was a powerful enough blow to make Yuuri stumble back a few steps. Victor followed up his advantage, raining down a flurry of blows that made Yuuri instinctively raise his arms to protect his head while stepping backwards to give way.
The yells of the crowd grew louder, hounds baying for blood, and Yuuri felt the ropes of the ring meet his back. Nowhere to go here.
He dropped his arms, twisting his head to a side to protect the delicate bones of his nose and the soft flesh of his lips, and prepared a suckerpunch. The next blow Victor landed would take him close enough for Yuuri to slam a hard punch into his stomach.
Instead, Victor grabbed Yuuri’s chin, bloody taped up fingers leaving wet streaks on the skin, turned Yuuri’s head and kissed him as hard and fast as a punch.
And just like a punch, it left him breathless - but not too dazed to forget about his suckerpunch.
It was Victor’s turn to stumble back now and Yuuri’s to laugh. Blood dribbled from his split lips, over his chin, and Yuri promised himself the next kiss would be taken by him.