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The match was going well, and Hook was pretty sure he and Orange could wrap it up soon. The guys they were tagging against were barely more than jobbers, no match for him and Orange even if they’d only tagged together a few times.
He’d just grabbed one of the guys, ready to put him into Redrum, when the crowd went wild in a way that he instinctively knew had nothing to do with what he was doing. He looked over to Orange, who was just lounging in the corner, then over to the ramp. The guy he was holding up fell to the ground.
Danhausen was standing at the top of the ramp.
It was the first time Hook had seen him in person in ages, but even from that distance, he could tell something was different, wrong. It was all there in the set of Danhausen’s shoulders under his black shirt, the smooth way he started walking down the ramp. The red smeared around his mouth.
He got to one of Hook and Orange’s opponents first, the guy still struggling to right himself on the outside of the ring. Danhausen lifted him by the back of his trunks with seemingly no effort, then tossed him to the side. It didn’t look like he’d be getting up again anytime soon.
Then he was headed for Orange even though Hook was closer, and Hook just knew that whatever Danhausen was planning to do, it wouldn’t go well for Orange. Not while Danhausen was like this, exuding danger with every movement, hands drawn up into a facsimile of claws in a way that was so similar and yet so different to how he usually held them.
Hook stepped to the side, getting in between Danhausen and his prey. His chest was heaving still from exertion, at odds with the strange calmness he saw in his former tag partner. He watched, body tense but unwilling to back away, as Danhausen looked him over with sharp, hungry eyes and seemed to come to a decision.
In a second, Danhausen was on him, but not to attack like he had been before. Hook was thrown to the mat and flipped on his front, hips pulled up. He barely had time to think, half hysterical, holy shit, he's going to fuck me, before hands were clawing at the waistband of his shorts.
He knew intellectually that the crowd had to be going absolutely wild as Danhausen basically shredded his shorts to expose his ass, but the only sound he could hear was his own blood pumping in his ears. It was like they were suddenly the only people in the world even though he knew that they were anything but alone. Hopefully they'd at least cut the TV feed, but that wasn't something Hook could find it in himself to worry much about right now.
Anyone else would have said he was in shock, and they probably wouldn't be wrong, but he also knew it was more than that. It was the fact that despite whatever else was going on, he had Danhausen's hands on him for the first time in over a year. It was the fact that Danhausen wanted him, wanted him enough to forget everything else and fuck him right here in the middle of the ring. Anyone else would have been afraid of this feral creature behind them.
Hook could only think, Finally.
Something hot and blunt was pressing against Hook’s ass, sliding between his cheeks. He bowed his head, face feeling hotter than the sun, and let his knees slide apart. Let Danhausen have all the room he needed.
There was the sound of Danhausen spitting, and a split second later it landed right on Hook’s asshole. Hook groaned, feeling disgusted at himself for how hot he found it. And then, without any other preparation, Danhausen’s cock was pressing into him.
It hurt, a burn that seemed to go on and on, but Hook knew pain. He could take it. He just gritted his teeth, doing his best not to clench down on the intrusion. He wasn’t sure if that would make Danhausen stop — wasn’t sure entirely at this point how much of Danhausen there was in the beast behind him — but he didn’t want it to stop. Even if it hurt.
Danhausen groaned as he bottomed out, a rumble that seemed to come from deep in his chest. His hands, still clenched up like claws, were digging into Hook’s hips in a way that was sure to leave some interesting bruises. They hadn’t quite broken the skin yet, but the threat was there.
Hook, feeling wild with the mix of pain and pleasure, kind of hoped they did. He wanted to be marked, wanted the reminder of Danhausen. He’d been without him for so long now that even the passing thought of having Danhausen just leave after this was enough to have him pushing back into Danhausen’s thrusts, desperate and almost feral himself.
“Hook has nothing to worry about,” Danhausen whispered into his ear, seeming to read Hook’s very thoughts.
Danhausen’s chest was pressing firmly to Hook’s back now, hot and slick with sweat. Hook felt surrounded by him, engulfed by him. It was the best he’d felt in months.
The pain had nearly dissipated completely by now, replaced by sheer pleasure. The pace Danhausen set was punishing, sharp thrusts that threatened to drive Hook down to the mat if he didn’t brace himself just so. Hook was sure that he’d be sore in the morning, but he couldn’t bring himself to do anything but look forward to it.
Danhausen’s thrusts were becoming wilder, more frenzied, and Hook knew he was getting close. His own orgasm was just out of reach, heat curled low in his gut. Just a little more.
One of Danhausen’s hands slid around his hip, taking hold of Hook’s until now neglected cock. It was enough to have Hook’s back arching, a cry bursting from between his lips before he was even aware of it. All it took was a couple of strokes and he was coming so hard that the edges of his vision went black.
He was barely aware of Danhausen coming just moments later, his hips held as tightly to Hook’s as was physically possible. The only thing he could concentrate on was the way Danhausen’s teeth had latched onto his shoulder, feeling inhumanly sharp as hot wetness welled up and slid slow and sticky down his skin.
They collapsed right where they were, Danhausen’s body heavy atop Hook’s back. Both of them were breathing hard, something which Hook could feel intimately where they were pressed skin to skin.
Finally Danhausen roused himself enough to peel away from Hook, leaving him suddenly bereft even if it was still too hot under the lights for the sweat on his skin to start drying. Hook’s eyes, which he’d clenched shut in an effort to retain consciousness after that mind blowing orgasm, flew open.
The lights… The ring… The audience…
Oh, fuck.
“No swearing,” Danhausen mumbled, sounding more like himself than he had this whole time.
Hook wasn’t sure if he’d said that out loud or if Danhausen really was reading his mind, but he wasn’t sure he cared at the moment. His heart rate, already high from the incredible workout Danhausen had just given him, was rocketing up even higher at the reminder that they weren’t somewhere private, they were out there in the middle of the ring in front of a live audience.
But, strangely, when he looked around, he couldn’t see a single soul other than Danhausen. He let out a slow breath, panic at the accidental exhibitionism slowly fading. It wasn’t gone, of course, because there was no way thousands of people hadn’t seen something, but it seemed they’d at least been cleared out before they’d seen everything. That would have to be enough.
“Danhausen is sorry for… all of this.”
Hook turned to see Danhausen crouched a little ways away, wringing his hands. He looked normal, or at least as normal as Danhausen could get. His shoulders were hunched like they always were and the red was gone from around his mouth. Well, except for that little bit that Hook was pretty sure was his own blood. Danhausen was back.
“Don’t be sorry,” Hook said. He was suddenly aware of how dry his throat was, but he could take care of that later. Right now he needed to set things straight with Danhausen as best he could.
“No?” Danhausen asked, tilting his head in confusion.
Hook shook his head. “No. I’m not sorry for any of it.” He paused, then grimaced. “Well, maybe about the whole audience thing, but the rest? I’m… glad.”
Danhausen regarded him in silence for a long moment, long enough that Hook began to squirm, wishing he had more words to explain. But he’d never been one for much talking. He’d never really regretted that until now.
And then Danhausen grinned, black lips spreading wide into a look so happy that Hook found himself smiling back instinctively. It was a look that Hook had sorely missed having aimed at him, though he hadn’t really known exactly how much he’d missed it until now.
“It is very good that Hook is glad,” Danhausen said. He inched his way forward like he couldn’t help but wanted to get closer again. “Danhausen is glad too.”
There were a lot of things left to be talked about and figured out, from the long months apart to why Danhausen had come out all feral to exactly how long it had taken Tony to cut the live feed and get the audience out. And even more pressingly, Hook needed to shower and find some pants to change into. But all of that felt far away at the moment. Hook had Danhausen back, had him in a way he never thought he’d be able to, and that was far more important.
He leaned in to press his lips to Danhausen’s and let all the rest of it fall away again.