Sleepless Nights, Endless Days; A Search for Escape. (Open)

[Ethan Snow]

With his arms held fast and his stomach starting to take on the consistency of pudding, Ethan was sure the tit for tat game was just about over and Zayne would take his advantage for all it was worth and continue to unload knees into his vulnerable gut, it is what Ethan might have done had their situations been reversed. Instead though Zayne not only let the gasping boy have his few moments to breath, but even let go of his arms. 'Heh... sadistic and honorable?... I'm loving this guy.' the boy though to himself as he managed another grin at the his purple haired opponent. Finally managing to get a good grip on himself and focus, Ethan did just as he was planning and tapped into his reserves of power. The rush of adrenalin gave him the strength to straiten up again and launch his reprisal, although since his arms were no longer being held and, he had to adlib and quickly grab the other boy by the shoulders as he rammed his knee up into the his stomach.

* THUD. * Success! Ethan could feel the tell tale softness as his knee smashed through the other boy's muscled defenses for the first time, doubling him over, although as gratifying as it was to see, it was also surprising to the blue haired teen in both how hard it was to finally pull off and the fact that Zayne barely grunted from the impact. 'Holy crap the guy's made out of iron or something.' the teen's mind conjectured, totally unaware that he was finding so difficult to hurt Zayne because his own strength was being steadily drained away, not because the other boy was in fact stronger than him. Standing by as Zayne stood up again, Ethan's grin returned as he saw the other boy's hand covering his stomach, perhaps he'd hurt him a little more than he realized. but then Zayne's hand glided up his shirt and unfastened the only button holding it closed, discarding the garment and stretching in a fashion that only made Ethan's hormonal problem even worse. Indeed the boy's mouth opened and he almost moaned in approval, though managed to catch himself before doing so.

"Glad to see it." Ethan replied, leaving it ambiguous as to weather he was speaking about Zayne taking the fight seriously or just the fact that he'd finally gotten rid of his top. Indeed, the other boy was quite handsome, distractingly so, in fact factoring in the blue haired teen's already masochistic tendencies, if asked by Zayne now, he'd probably let the other boy beat the ever living daylights out of him without fighting back. Of course for all he knew that would ruin Zayne's fun, so their tit for tat game would continued. So as Zayne bolted back for him, Ethan held his arms out and grinned at the other boy, welcoming what he expected to be the next shot in their game. Of course what he got wasn't quite that.

* THUD. * "Uuuuuugghhhhh!..." The boy's abdominals were mush and this latest palm to his guts felt like the firsts when he hadn't flexed at all. A mouth full of spit ejected from Ethan's gaping maw as Zayne's hand dug into him with more strength than he'd felt thus far, easily doubling the shirtless teen over. For a moment Ethan stood there shocked, he couldn't believe it, his advantage was lost so quickly, Zayne's strength had to have doubled as well, and like him, the other boy showed no physical sign of a transformation. "Holy.... crap..." Ethan gasped. Before he could do anything else though Zayne's follow-up smashed into his exposed ribs and sent the boy stumbling in the opposite direction. Though Zayne might have intended to hit him in the other flank, Ethan pivoted to face the direction his was stumbling in order to try and stop himself and maintain balance. The double fisted hammer intended for his other ribs instead smashed into the boy's defenseless stomach and launched him just as sure as it would have if it had struck his side. Another stream of expelled breath and saliva trailed behind Ethan as he sailed over the sand and landed a few dozen feet from his opponent, his arms dropping out to either side.

'Well looks like tit for tat is over...' Ethan thought to himself as he laid in the sand, gasping for breath.

[Matsuko]

Zayne’s attacks connected, and though maybe not exactly as intended, they got the job done. The last strike sent Ethan falling into the sand a ways away. Zayne eyed the boy, sensing a bit of disappointment; there was something in his face that seemed to want to continue going punch for punch. Still, Zayne wasn’t very concerned. If things had continued that way, his opponent wouldn’t last much longer- and he wanted to draw this out; at least for a little longer.

A smirk rippled over his lips as he stepped forwards, intending to stand above the beaten boy. Nearing him, he’d notice that he in a rather embarrassing position, his predicament making itself painfully apparent in his position. Stopping a few feet away, Zayne’s brow rose curiously, and he tilted his head to the side a bit, ”Arousal, huh?” he said flatly, once again back to his factious tone. He’d never heard of anyone having this reaction to his attacks… But deep down, he could understand. He too was enjoying himself, and though maybe not as intensely, he too felt alive in the moment.

His eyes moved upwards, and he looked the boy in the eye, for the first time a friendly smile on his face, ”Heh, and you said I was the one being dickish.” he teased, laughing at his own joke. Making sure to keep his siphon out of view, he bent down and offered a hand to the boy, ”Sorry about the sudden barrage… I guess I got caught up in the moment…” he told him, his earlier grumpy demeanor vanishing, ”Still, though… If we kept on going that way, you wouldn’t have lasted much longer… So, I figured we’d kick this up a notch and get as much out of it as we can, you know?” As he smiled, he’d raise his freehand to the back of his head, scratching at his purple hair nervously.

If Ethan chose to accept his hand, he’d haul the boy up and then take a few steps back, ”I’m glad to see you’re enjoying this, though… I honestly can’t say I’ve had a chance to go rounds with anyone as strong as you…” with a laugh he nodded, giving the boy a small bow, ”You were right, though. You’re much more fun to pummel than some stupid scenery!”

[Ethan Snow]

Laying on his back, Ethan had a few moments to collect himself while Zayne approached and looked over his prone form. As he laid there catching the breath that had just been belted out of him, the shirtless teen realized that while he was indeed breathless and tired, he wasn't actually in all that much pain. He of course didn't suspect that his sudden muscular weakness was due to any vampiric effects on the part of Zayne, but rather that the other boy had taken his breath away with the first palm to his upper stomach and hadn't let up on the treatment. In any case, although weakened, the shirtless boy was still ready to continue. Ethan lifted his head and regarded Zayne, chuckling after the other shirtless teen commented about his hormonal condition and then joked about it. He hadn't realized yet how excited his body was getting visually until the other had pointed it out, thankfully though it was in such a casual manner that he didn't feel embarrassed about it. Of course this just made things even more interesting, an attractive young man, with no problem beating the hell out of his soft spot and equally little issue about his enjoying about it? Fantastic!

"Heh... Yeah... It happens." Ethan replied trying to stay as nonchalant about it as possible as he accepted the other boy's hand and stood up. By then Zayne had apologized for putting him on his back but Ethan didn't think there was anything to apologize for, considering that it was the point of the spar, and so waved the apology off without comment, only a smile. Zayne did though go on to verbally challenge him some more while at the same time complimenting Ethan on how strong he'd proven to be, and that instantly relit the boy's fire, as if he would have given up so easily anyway. "Is that so tough guy?" Ethan asked with a smirk in response to the supposition that he wouldn't have lasted much longer.

"I'm glad you see the benefits of beating up on a good solid set of abs. The owner can hit back." Ethan continued as Zayne stepped back from him. smirking again and cocky as ever, Ethan stretched his arms high up above him to loosen up his muscles a little and then folded his arms casually behind his head again, not at all minding the protrusion tenting his pants. "If you haven't worn yourself out, I'm game for round two." the shirtless teen added, his smirk wide as can be and attitude as if he'd never gone down.

[Matsuko]

Unable to hold back, Zayne let out a hardy laugh, both at the boy, and his rather interesting attitude. Although in a straight-forward sense the other teen was rather full of himself, a trait often found distasteful, he somehow wore it so well it didn’t seem like such a bad thing. Maybe it was because he could back up his claims, or maybe it was something more personality-related, but whatever it was Zayne was having quite the hard time disliking the fellow. Not exactly the people type, the cyborg found it hard to find anyone he could claim he liked; everyone so flawed in the world compared to him… But this blue haired boy was different from all the others.

”Oh? Is that right?” he asked, his own attitude beginning to shine through more than the cold façade he normally put on, ”I was just about to say the same thing.”

His stance returned, the same one he’d taken when he’d first removed his hoodie, and he smiled, ”Of course, I’d still like to kick things up a notch,” he told him with a laugh, ”I’d like you to show me what you’re really capable of,” and winked, “and vice versa.”

Holding his bright smile, he’d motion for Ethan to make the first move, and ready himself. Reading the boy’s physical ques, Zayne could see he was getting tired. Although his power had increased, the siphoning had done a good job so far. Still, the blue-haired teen’s bravado added an interesting variable. As cocky as he was, would it be out of the question that he might still be holding back? Uncertainty wasn’t something Zayne had felt since his rebirth... Until now… And it was exciting.

[Ethan Snow]

"Hehe!! You remind me of someone else I know." Ethan replied after Zayne essentially suggested that he try harder. "She's always trying to get me to hit back harder too." he added and chuckled, unclasping his arms and bringing them down to dangle at his sides. It was nice to see the other boy actually enjoying himself now, with a smile any everything, it suited the other teen's face much more than that blank expression he was wearing when they first met.

Circling around the purple haired boy for a few steps to put himself at Zayne's side, Ethan turned towards the ocean and let out an overly dramatic sigh. "Alright, if you reeeeealy want me to kick your butt..." the boy started, keeping his back to the other teen for a moment as he focused on centering himself for what was to come next. "...Try this on for size first!" he then yelled and turned fast, hurling himself with all of his strength into a spinning kick, aimed to bring the length of his shoe flat across the front of Zayne's midsection. Strong as him or not, if that blow struck cleanly, it would undoubtedly launch his opponent backwards. Ethan didn't usually bring his martial prowess into such play in a friendly spar, or in as Zayne had put it, a test of strength, but the other boy wanted to see what he could do and unlike with Ohkara, he had no compunction against hitting another male and as hard as he needed to, to make the point. Staying on the offensive, should Zayne be tossed back, or at the least, thrown off balance, Ethan would pursue, landing from his spinning kick and dashing right after him intent on catching up and burying a follow-up punch into the other teen's gut, just above his somewhat pointy belt buckle. Ethan knew a little about anatomy and had a vague understanding of why he felt what he did when he himself was hit that low in the stomach, and this seemed like a good opportunity to see if a similar strike to this young man would cause the same reaction.

[Matsuko]

Zayne’s brow rose at Ethan’s comment, and for a moment he seemed a bit taken back, ”Oh? Is that so?” he asked. Obviously he wasn’t aware of whom Ethan was speaking of, and that made him question whether the comparison was a good or a bad thing. He felt unlike anyone- he’d never met another cyborg before; however, he knew that wasn’t what the boy was referring too.

He watched the other teen closely as he moved about, keeping a keen eye out for any sudden movements, and when he was rushed, he was ready; however, it seemed Ethan was still holding the advantage. Zayne’s suspicions had been correct in that he had much more energy than he let on. The gap was too much, and even with his own increased power, Zayne was no match for the barrage to come.

Ethan’s foot connected hard with Zayne’s midsection, tensing his body and sending him flying backwards with a small audible grunt. Dashing forwards, the other teen would quickly take Zayne’s side, and burying his fist into his exposed stomach. This time, Zayne’s mouth burst open, his eyes widening, a huff of air escaping his body. This punch seemed to be the most effective one the blue-haired boy had thrown so far.

Nevertheless, even in the midst of the small barrage, Zayne’s brain kept moving. There was only one option for him if he wanted to restore his place at the top. He’d need to siphon more energy from his young aggressor. That meant he’d have to take advantage of every opportunity that presented itself- including this one. Suddenly his hands, which had been idle at his sides, sprang into action, reaching up as he plummeted the short fall to the ground, and aiming to grab hold around the boy’s extended forearm.

Twisting sharply, he’d turn to aim his feet for the boy’s stomach, and kick hard. Not letting up for a second, he’d kick back against the ground and arch his back, using all his own weight and momentum in an attempt to flip himself, and send Ethan crashing to the sand on his back on the other side. If successful, with Ethan released, Zayne’s hands would push off against the ground above his head, sending him into the air above the other teen, and pummeling downwards, aiming a hard elbow at the teen’s soft-spot aiming to take advantage of his forced position.

[Ethan Snow]

Moving at close to his peek speed, or at least he was trying to given how inexplicably tired the fight was making him, Ethan whirled about slamming his foot into Zayne's stomach and launching the boy just as he'd planned. Landing and darting after him similarly went well and without resistance Ethan slung his right arm low and plowed his fist into the other boy's abs, well under his navel. * THUD. * The dull sound of fist meeting flesh that wasn't tensed enough to withstand the force echoed in the blue haired boy's ears and he felt his fist penetrate into the other's shirtless teen's core. Finally, a clean and well rewarded strike, the gasping, wide eyed reaction of shock on Zayne's face had been well worth the effort. From there Ethan had intended to grab Zayne's back with his free hand and halt the other boy's flight, holding him still while his right fist pressed deeper into his lower guts, but his purple haired opponent seemed to have a tolerance for pain rivaling his own.

Given the shocked expression on his face, Ethan would not have expected Zayne to have been able to react so quickly, and yet, before Ethan could get a his left arm around the other boy's back, Zayne had already grabbed his arm and yanked him forward, just as his back was impacting the ground. Now off balance, Ethan lurched forward and was handily kicked in his own stomach by both of Zayne's booted feet, lifting the shirtless teen higher and clear over his opponent's head.

"Hagghhhh..." Ethan gagged from the sudden intrusion into his undefended midsection and then came crashing down on his back in the sand, his arms now up above his head from the kick assisted throw. 'Holy crap this guy is fast.' the boy thought as he laid there for a moment, stunned at the sudden reversal. Of course Zayne hadn't stopped moving and after a moment, the other teen arced into view over Ethan's prone body and brought his hard elbow down into boy's stretched and vulnerable gut. There was no resistance at all from Ethan's muscles and Zayne's elbow plunged easily into the boy's innards, punishing his deepest, inner core.

"Uuuuuuulllll!....." Ethan's arms and legs bounced off the sand from the impact and then fell still again as he laid there, a soft moan escaping his lips following the larger vocalization. "Ohhhh... man...." the boy half moaned and half gasped. "...That one felt good... You really... know your stuff..." He lolled his head to the side to grin at Zayne, making no move to cover up or tighten his impressive, but battered abdominals and remove the other's intruding elbow. Instead, Ethan was staring at the other handsome boy with an almost lustful gaze, his face a mixture of the pain he was starting to feel in his innards and a determination to go on taking it.

[Matsuko]

His plan went through unhitched, the grab, the kick, the flip, and finally the elbow. Close as he was to the boy, it was hard to miss his interesting reaction to the barrage. Zayne’s head cocked, his eyes meeting Ethan’s as he looked at him- a look that Zayne himself was not exactly familiar with. A mix of the anticipation he’d shown when he’d removed his hoodie, but something more. With risen brow, he let out a confused chuckle and echoed: ”Felt good?”

Suddenly Zayne’s eyes widened at the realization he’d made. Pulling his elbow from the boy’s stomach, he pushed his left hand against the boy’s chest, pressing his back hard against the sand, and setting his siphon to work. Cocking his right hand back, he eyed Ethan once more, almost to ask if he should continue. Then, with a smirk sliding over his lips, he fired his punch, uncurling his fingers just before impact, aiming a hardy palm just above the teen’s waist line, ”You’re odd, but you’re not exactly that hard to figure out…” Zayne stated flatly, in his fact-stating tone.

”To enjoy pain like you do... Is that something you were born with, or is that something you’ve learned over your life?” He asked. Genuinely, Zayne was curious. In being reborn, he’d lost much of what it was to truly be human. Not long after, he’d found himself becoming reclusive, avoiding those he now looked down on as imperfect beings, forgetting whatever it was that he’d left behind. But now, face-to-face with someone so different from all the rest- someone that stood out so amongst the billions of other… the Cyborg couldn’t keep himself from question things. Were there things he used to enjoy like this? Why had he enjoyed them? Why couldn’t he remember? Perhaps there were more benefits to having the blue-haired surfer-boy around than just being a pretty punching bag…

[Ethan Snow]

Staring up at the other boy as his purple haired counterpart realized that Ethan was enjoying himself much more than anyone normally would, the shirtless teen was glad to see that while surprised, Zayne wasn't backing away. Indeed, the other boy did the exact opposite, pushing his left hand flat against Ethan's toned chest to hold the teen down while he repositioned himself, to sit atop the blue haired boy's hips. Enjoying the sensation of Zayne's hand pressing down on his chest to hold him down, Ethan offered no protest as he was still oblivious to the almost vampiric effect of the other boy's touch. As he continued to stare up at the other male watching him pull his hand back, readying another blow, Ethan didn't miss that momentary, questioning gaze, to which he grinned and silently replied. 'Oh Zayne, you never have to ask.'

As if the other young man heard his mental response, Zayne smirked back at Ethan and struck forth, plowing his hand down, low into the prone boy's guts. From the deepest part of his inner core, a moan of combined pain and lust boiled up through the blue haired teen's body, finally escaping his mouth while he threw his head back into the sand. There were no filters now, with Zayne sitting atop his decidedly excited lower region, sinking his hand into Ethan's guts in just the right place to illicit this reaction, Ethan wasn't going to hold back anything, he moaned a full on, throaty howl, arching his back a bit as he did so.

'Holy cow, this is the best.' his mind flashed, about the only coherent thought in his head at the moment. After a few more moments, Ethan's moan settled and he took as much of a breath as Zayne's hands would allow, his strength still draining away, unbeknownst to him. Sweat was by now glistening all over his body as he took another breath and then another as Zayne questioned him, a question that made the teen chuckle.

"Heh... heh... Yeah... I don't know really... I just kind of found out... that I liked it... And you know... You don't ever have to ask... I mean that." Ethan replied, tilting his head up to once more regard Zayne's features. "And I hope I'm correct in... guessing you're enjoying this as well... Dick." Ethan joked and of all possible lewd gestures, bucked his hips slightly under Zayne.

[Matsuko]

The teen’s reaction to the strike was one thing, but his next comment and actions we something else entirely. It was obviously a taunt, so Zayne held firm against his motion, pressing him down into the sand a bit harder, using his weight to his advantage. Eyeing the other teen for a moment, he watched him breath for a moment. ”I’ll admit I’m having fun,” He stated coolly, smirk still on his face, ”But I’d say you’re not going to last much longer…”

”Maybe like… five minutes or so before you’re done for, I’d imagine.” His smirk never broke, and his eyes met Ethan. It was a fact, with his siphons silently draining the blue-haired boy, it wouldn’t be much longer until he he’d be unable to fight back (not that he was before). Zayne was sure of it. Yet, the boy showed no signs of resisting, even giving the Android permission to, what he could only guess was, hit him. He was something else, that was for sure…

Letting out a chuckle, Zayne repositioned himself, and swiftly pushed his feet into the ground, propelling him forward. His hand slid up to the teen’s shoulder, never breaking contact, his other hand joining at the other shoulder, and kept him anchored in place. Quickly lifting off the ground just enough to curl a knee under him, Zayne slammed back down, planting it directly into Ethan’s stomach, just below his belly button.
”Well, if you won’t say ‘Uncle’, then I won’t let up!” he taunted with a chuckle. He’d had told Ethan he would win, and that’s exactly what he intended to do.

[Ethan Snow]

Panting, sweat rolling off his body, Ethan's gaze remained locked on Zayne's while the other young man replied to him, confirming that he was in fact enjoying himself, then they stated rather matter-of-factly, that he didn't expect Ethan to last much longer, something of course the blue haired teen's ego wasn't going to let pass. "Heh!... Define 'done for.' I've got you... right where I want you..." the shirtless boy taunted back, though his arms remained up above his head as Zayne started to reposition himself. Ethan reveled in the sensation of the other young man's hands sliding over his body, his left going from Ethan's chest to his right shoulder and his right, pulling out of the crater that was the boy's lower stomach and traveling up his pulverized abdomen, over his chest and to the left shoulder. Still Ethan was making no move to stop anything Zayne did to him, and so the other boy went uncontested as he positioned himself and brought his knee down hard into Ethan's gut.

"RrrrrrraaaaAAAAGHHHHhhhhhh!!!....." Ethan tossed his head back into the sand, letting out another throaty grunt that progressed into a howl of pain and ecstasy as terrific as the last. His body quivered under the force of the impact and Zayne's vampiric touch. This pointed, perfectly targeted abuse by Zayne was driving Ethan wild and he himself knew he was close to what would be a metaphorical, explosive end. He just had to go on, this purple haired boy was like a perfect counterpart to his deep, inner desires and had no reservations it seemed, about exploiting them. Ethan was tempted now, so tempted to reach up and pull that boy's head closer to him, to kiss those smirking lips, to dominate him even as he himself was being dominated. The temptation had to wait, this was too god to risk stopping now, and Ethan wanted to go on like this with Zayne forever, or at the very least, until that metaphorical explosion released him from his hormonal cage.

[Matsuko]

Zayne shook his head, slowly pulling his knee from the boy's stomach, "Yeaah, I bet you do," he said tautingly, then smriked. Quickly bouncing back onto Ethan's lap, Zayne ran his left hand back down the boy's chest and abs. "I'm right where you want me..." he echoed, nodding his head as his hand stopped at Ethan's lower abs, giving them a gentle pat.

Jerking his arm back, he quickly threw his palm forwards, once again smashing it against Ethan's stomach, the same place as he'd patted. And with it came a blast of energy- though designed for knockback as it was, pressed against the sand it would increase the power behind it even more than usual.

Sliding down a bit further on Ethan's lap, Zayne would dig his knees into the ground and pin him even further into the sand to face the attack head on, not that he'd protest anyways. Eyeing him, he'd watch his reaction to taking such a different hit, his palm pressing as far into his guts as it could.

[Ethan Snow]

Writhing under Zayne's powerful knee, Ethan almost whimpered in ecstasy as the purple haired boy teased him while slowly pulling the weaponized limb out of his throbbing midsection. The sensation of the other male's hand sliding back down his body as Zayne seated himself added to the helpless teen's plight and the pressure of Zayne seating himself back over his hips tore another faint moan from the boy. Pinned under Zayne's buttocks, the physical manifestation of Ethan's hormonal excitement was pressed tightly against his toned body and by now, was practically peeking out of the top of the shirtless teen's pants. 'Rock hard' would have been an understatement at this point, as given their physical abilities and if he was motivated to so something so ridiculous, Ethan could probably have broken rocks with the straining portion of his anatomy.

By now Ethan's strength was all but gone. His guts were being violated mercilessly and on top of it, Zayne had been sucking his energy away without contest for minutes now. When the stronger boy's palm blasted into his lower guts it again met no resistance, pushing deep into the blue haired teen flesh. Then the accompanying energy blast pushed even further, the force of the combined blow squishing that particular, sensitive organ in the power abdomen which was tied into all of Ethan's hormonal desires. The pressure of Zayne's hand so deep in his body pinned the organs inside the beaten boy against his spine and ripped another animal cry of pain from him.

"UUUUuuuuuuooooooohhhh!!!..... Ffffffuuuuu.... ccck.... mmmmeeeeee...." Ethan choked, his head one more flinging back against the sand as the pressure built to the very edge of exploding within him. Shaking in agony, ecstasy, weakness and desperation, Ethan's dragged his arms in and tried to grasp for Zayne's arm, the one buried in his body. Lifting his head from the sand, the boy was red in the face with how much pressure he was under, how much pain, how much pleasure and such desire to fulfill what his body wanted so much. "Oooh... god... Zayne... Sssso.... close...Fffffinish me... Pppplease..." Ethan pleaded.

[Matsuko]

Zayne's smirk held true as his strike went unprotested, pushing deep into the blue-haired boy's guy before exploding with power. Zayne could feel it. There was no fight left in him. Pulling his hand back from the boy's stomach, Zayne would bat his hand away, "Seems like we're just about done here," he stated rather cockily, looking Ethan directly in the eyes. He seemed cool in the moment; he'd known the overall outcome of the fight from the beginning.

Pulling both his hands back behind him, he carefully popped his shoulders, seemingly drawing out every remaining second of the fight before finishing him off. Suddenly, his hands would shoot forwards, both palms connecting low on Ethan's stomach and exploding with that same powerful blast he'd used in his last punch.

The finish would be explosive, the force from the blast enough to send the sand under them exploding into the air around them; Zayne would seem unaffected by the debris, though, bent on ramming his palms as far into the boy's gut as could allow. "Heh, just like I had thought. I was too much for you," he huffed humorously.

[Matsuko]

Topic closed. PL, please