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"yixiang, you always look prettier at my feet, you know?" fuma has a tight grip on nicholas' chin, holding him in an upright position that has an uncomfortable stretch.
nicholas is on his knees before his lover, his hands clasped together as if in prayer, his eyes big and glossy as he stares up at fuma with all the reverence in the world. he can feel his skin tremble with anticipation, with the knowledge of what's going to come next. nicholas' lips stretch into a shaky and awkward smile, "thank you, fuma-kun."
his lover smiles at him, so sweet and so fond. it's only in moments like this where fuma's dead eyes sparkle with some semblance of emotion. he pets nicholas' head in the same manner one would a cat, "you've always had good manners. but how about you call me fuu–chan for today, yeah? i know you like that name." his carefully manicured fingernails run oh-so-gently over the skin of nicholas' scalp, eliciting something akin to a purr from the man below him. fuma huffs, amused by his lover's actions, "i like it when you call me that. sounds good when you say it. so many things do."
nicholas keens at the praise, hearts practically appearing in his eyes as he rubs his cheek against the buckle of fuma's jeans like a cat, "thank you, fuu–chan. love you. love you so much."
his lover ruffles his hair, "alright, alright. let fuu–chan take care of you now, okay?"
nicholas nods eagerly, every nerve in his body coming alive at the his lover's will, "yes, yes, please. thank you. love you, fuu–chan."
he nearly bites down on his tongue as a harsh slap sends his vision barreling just a second after he finishes speaking. nicholas doesn't even get a chance to moan before his head whips to the other side, his entire body shifting with the force. they're only two hits in and his head won't stop spinning. nicholas giggles breathlessly, reveling in the pain that sets into his cheeks.
"so cute." he hears his lover whisper from above him.
another slap, then another, and another. already nicholas' neck begins to strain with the force of fuma's hits. tomorrow, he's going to be stuck with a quirk in his neck because of this, but that's alright. nicholas hopes he can feel it for days afterwards, maybe even weeks. there's nothing better than being covered in the remnants of fuma's love.
nicholas smiles, his eyes already foggy and punch-drunk, "fuu— fuu–chan—" his eyes bulge out as he lurches forward, his hands instinctively flying out to grab onto fuma's ankle from where his boot is making direct contact with his solar plexus.
nicholas coughs wildly, wheezing in a poor attempt to catch his breath and reorient himself. from above him, his lover tsks his tongue, "ah, no. that's not going to work. i can't hurt you if you hold onto me like that, baby. let go of me, alright? let me continue."
trembling with the pain that racks through his body, nicholas painstakingly removes his hands from fuma's ankle, "there we go. that's it. you've always been a good listener, baby." every tiny movement sends a jolt of pain throughout every inch of his body. there will never come a day where he gets enough of this.
just as nicholas gets a hold of himself again, another kick to the same spot has his back hitting the floor with a nasty thud. completely winded, he retches and dry heaves as he tries to scramble back onto his knees. fuma doesn't let him get too far.
his lover grabs him by the back of his shirt collar and lifts him off the ground just to toss him off to the side like he weighs nothing. a horrible ache travels up his elbow and he screams. 'fuma might have broken something.' nicholas can't stop the broken and delighted laugh that escapes his throat. he hopes fuma broke something. he hopes to keep this pain with him for as long as he possibly can.
fuma coos at him, "having fun, nicholas? i know i am." he winds up his swing to kick nicholas in his stomach again, "i always have fun with you."
nicholas retches and gags, his vision going blurry as he eyes begin to cloud with tears. still he giggles, at least he does the best he can do with how broken he already is, "y–yes, i— h–have fun—"
he yells in agony as his cheek slams into the floor, fuma's heavy boot pressed against the back of his head. his lover is leaning forward, forearm propped up on his thigh as he continues putting more weight onto nicholas' head, "yeah? i'm glad." he pushes down harder, meaner, and nicholas can feel his brain get foggier as the pressure increases.
fuma smiles at him, small and easy, as if nicholas doesn't feel like he's going to pass out all-too-soon, "you're so pretty. i love seeing you like this." the pressure on the back of his head disappears so abruptly nicholas thinks his skull might burst with the influx of blood rushing back into it.
it's such a jarring transition that he doesn't register fuma's boot hitting him right in the nose until his upper half is almost flying backwards with the strength. a string of pained groans spill from him as fresh, red hot blood begins to leak from his numb nose. 'fuma broke it. he definitely broke it. he broke my nose. he kicked me so hard my nose broke.' nicholas is filled with so much bliss in spite of his beaten body being unable to form a smile at the moment. fuma broke his nose. he's going to feel it for weeks. he's going to have to walk around with a glaring reminder of what fuma did to him.
and he's going to enjoy every second of his recovery nearly as much as he's enjoying their time right now. something of a choked laugh and a garble leaves his mouth, "hah, mmfh, fuu... chan... hah."
his lover crouches down beside his head and swipes away from of the blood leaking from his nose with his thumb. the smile on his face is fond in a way nicholas only sees from him in rare, rare moments. nicholas hiccups and fuma shushes him with a gentle caress to his cheek, "fuck, you look beautiful when you bleed. my pretty yixiang."
a dopey grin manages to force its way onto nicholas' face at the praise, "th— ah, mgh— th–ank you..." the blood loss is starting to make him feel faint as flashes of light and darkness begin to swim in his peripheral. no, he can't pass out yet. it's too soon.
as if fuma read his mind (maybe he did—he's always had a knack for knowing exactly what nicholas is thinking at any given moment), he pets his lover again with a gentle smile of his own. 'his eyes look so pretty when they sparkle...' nicholas thinks through his haze.
fuma scratches underneath his chin, "it's alright if you go under quickly. i was a little rougher than i usually am, so don't worry." he flattens his palm against nicholas' throat and guides it all the way down to his busted up torso.
fuma presses down hard over the already nasty purple-yellow bruises forming over his stomach. nicholas chokes on a scream which results in a coughing fit. he squirms underneath fuma, his body desperate to get away from the pain. his lover clicks his tongue, "oh, nichol. does it hurt?"
nicholas nods frantically, using all his willpower to keep himself from grabbing fuma's wrist. god, it fucking hurts. he feels like he's going to vomit. it hurts so fucking good.
nicholas pushes his stomach upward to meet fuma's hand while breathy, maniacal giggles escape him. the blood loss from his nosebleed is getting to be too much. his shirt is probably ruined by now. nicholas can't keep up with both his leaking nose and the pain all over his body. with all the strength he can muster, he clutches onto fuma's sleeve, "f–fuu–chan, i— pass... gonna p–pass ou—ngh..."
fuma digs his fingers deeper into his abdomen, sending wondeful zaps of pain right up nicholas' spine. he chuckles, "that's okay, baby. lemme watch you. wanna see you fade for me."
of course, of course, anything for fuma. just like he always does, nicholas stares into his lover's eyes the best he can while his vision blurs and spins. the darkness in his peripheral grows with every passing second all while fuma stares at him with loving eyes and an endeared smile—as if nicholas' bloodied face is the cutest thing in the world. fuma digs his fingers into nicholas' beaten stomach as if he's petting him, and of course, nicholas uses whatever strength he has left to meet fuma's hand. the pain in his stomach is a lovely companion as the darkness in his vision overtakes him.
nicholas passes out with a bloody nose, a punch-drunk grin, and the distorted sight of his lover's easy-going smile. his fuu–chan is the best lover he could ever ask for.