Dessert

He had to get away.

The bike growled between his legs, wolfing down the miles, taking him further and further from the scene of his defeat. No matter how he tried to convince himself that the reconciliation between his family and the Kinnikuman line was worth it, or tell himself that the stronger man won, losing the Chojin Tournament to Kid proved he was a failure. Unworthy.

And Lord Flash - Warsman - had walked away. Revealed his identity and just… walked away…
      There was an aching Flash-shaped hole in his life, now. He'd hunted for days, but Flash - Warsman - was nowhere to be found.
      He hadn't realised how much he'd come to rely on his trainer. His friend. How much he missed those little signs of caring - of affection, almost. A hand on his, briefly, fingers twined with his. Gently tending his injuries. Encouraging him, goading him when necessary, praising him, giving him faith in himself. No one had ever cared before. Not for him, as a person. Oh, yes, Flash wanted him to bring honour to the family name, but more than that he had… cared.
      Under the mask he still wore, Kevin blinked away tears. He'd spent so much of his life trying to prove he didn't care - about himself, about his family, the Mask name, their honour. He'd thought he'd succeeded. Then Flash had come into his life… A lithe, masked young man in blue and white. That he was neither young nor a man didn't matter, not now, not in the face of all they'd shared, all that Flash had done for him…
      He moaned helplessly, swerving over to the side of the road before his tears made it impossible for him to see to control the vehicle. Not that he particularly cared if he was injured, even killed, but he had no wish to harm innocents. Astride the bike, feet on the ground, he slumped forwards, hands covering the eyeslit in his mask, not caring if anyone saw him.

… He should eat. He should get back on the bike, find the nearest town and get something to eat. He'd had nothing in five days, too busy hunting Flash to be bothered about his own needs. His stomach felt hollow, and if he moved too quickly his head spun dizzily…
      He dragged himself upright from where he'd been sitting, head resting on his knees, for the last four hours - mired in a kind of dismal grey fog as he grieved for what he'd lost - and grabbed for the handlebars as he swayed unsteadily. He wondered for a moment about the wisdom of driving, but he couldn't stay out here. It was growing colder as night set in. And if the orange glow on the other side of the small range of hills was anything to go by, there was a town not far away. Well, some kind of habitation, anyway. He could make it that far.

His vision was hazing by the time he parked up outside the motel and stumbled into reception, and by the time he collapsed onto the bed in the scruffy room he only just had the energy to ring for a delivery pizza. Not that he liked pizza, particularly, but it was quick and cheap and he had to have something before he fainted from hunger…
      He must have dozed off for a short while, because the next thing he knew someone was hammering on the door, shouting "Pizza!"… he frowned. He was sure he knew that voice…
      He flung open the door. He'd been right.
      "Well well. Eskara. How are the mighty fallen."
      Eskara scowled.
      "Fuckin' Kevin Mask. Aww hell. If I'd'a knowed it was you…"
      "You'd have what? Poisoned the pizza?"
      "Nah. Just got someone else t'bring it. So wha's the great Kevin Mask doin' in a dump like dis? Last I heard yous was in the finals o' the Chojin Crown Tournament."
      "I lost."
      Eskara grinned mockingly.
      "Aw, now ain't that a shame."
      Kevin wearily reached for the pizza.
      "It hardly looks as though you've been doing well for yourself."
      "S'a job. Pays the rent." Eskara placed the box in his ex-colleague's hand, but didn't completely let go. "You wanna pay fer dat?"
      Kevin shoved a hand in his pocket, dragging out a handful of change and pushing it into Eskara's hand.
      "There's more than enough there."
      Eskara eyed it shrewdly, then pocketed it, letting go of the pizza box.
      "So what yous got planned now?"
      Kevin eyed him tiredly. The last thing he wanted right now was to talk to an old… was the man a friend or an enemy?
       "Go away, Eskara."
      "Aw, don' be like that. We was friends once."
      "We were never friends."
      Eskara considered for a moment, then smirked.
      "Naw, yous right. Not friends." He walked into the room and sprawled in the only chair, ignoring Kevin's angry glare. "But yous looks like you need a friend."
      "And whatever makes you think I'd accept overtures of friendship from you?"
      Eskara shrugged.
      "Cuz there ain't no-one else around?"
      "I don't need anyone."
      Eskara smirked.
      "S'not what I heard."
      "You heard incorrectly."
      "'F you say so…" He eyed the pizza. "You want somethin' to drink with that? I'm buyin'"
      Kevin blinked, then frowned behind his mask. What was Eskara up to now?"
      "No."
      Eskara stood, grinning.
      "Well I do. Eat yer pizza - I'll be back in ten minutes."

Kevin stared at the closing door - then hurriedly pulled off his mask and wolfed down the pizza, barely tasting it in his haste to get some food into his stomach. He'd finished, and resumed his mask, a good five minutes before Eskara knocked - knocked? - on the door before entering. He carried an armful of bottles.
      "Beer. Yous probably more used to fancy wine stuff, but I ain't got dat kinda cash."
      Kevin frowned suspiciously, then nodded.
      "Beer will suffice."
      They drank in silence for several minutes, Eskara filling the chair, Kevin sitting uneasily on the edge of the bed. Then Eskara smirked.
      "So yous lost, didja? Bet dat pissed you off. What'd dat trainer 'o yours have t'say about dat?"
      "It's no concern of yours."
      "Naw, yours neither, I heard. Heard yous was getting' right cosy - and then he ditched ya."
      Kevin slammed his bottle onto the bedside table.
      "That's not what happened!"
      "Naw, course it ain't." He grinned. "Wha's he like, then? He sure looks good. Real good. Cutest li'l arse I ever saw… Bet you couldn't get enough of it…"
      Behind the mask Kevin gritted his teeth, holding his temper in check - but only just.
      "None of your business."
      Eskara winked.
      "Yous did, dinya! Fucked that sweet li'l arse. Wassit tight? Did he squeal? Bet he did…" Eskara took a long swallow of his beer. "Or did he fuck you? Yeah, I bet he did. Bet he reamed yous real good…"
      Slamming his bottle down Kevin leapt for Eskara's throat…

Debilitated as he was, Kevin still easily gained the upper hand: long months of nothing more than twice weekly workouts had softened Eskara. After a scant quarter of an hour, the masked wrestler had Eskara in an armlock, pulling remorselessly until bones creaked. Eskara bit back a cry of pain.
      "'nough already! Can't ya take a joke?"
      "My… friendship with Lord Flash is no joking matter."
      "Awright! I get the message!"
      But Kevin was suddenly angry, furiously angry - angry with his life, with his father, with Kid for winning the Chojin Crown, with Flash for leaving… And Eskara was here, traitorous, mocking… One-handed Kevin opened his trousers, then grabbed the collar of Eskara's shirt, ripping it from the broad back and hooking remorseless fingers into the waistband of his pants.
      "I don't think you do…"

It was joyless, Kevin thought distantly as he pounded into the moaning, naked body beneath him. Eskara was pinned firmly over the bed, face down, hips on the edge, thighs spread and kept apart by the masked wrestler's legs: Kevin couldn't work out whether the sounds indicated pain or pleasure and quite frankly didn't care. Right now Eskara was a warm body, a hole to fuck, something to help ease the hurt and anger...
      It took him twenty minutes of powerful thrusting before he came; by that time Eskara was bleeding, his moans died away into whimpering. And it felt surprisingly good, Kevin realised, gritting his teeth as his semen jetted into Eskara's body - a release of sorts, certainly physically. His anger had cooled too. Dominance was, it would seem, an antidote for the awful feeling of loneliness and loss he'd been suffering. He didn't try to fool himself into thinking it would last - but for now, it would do. He waited until he'd softened before pulling out, grimacing slightly at the blood-streaked semen that trickled down to Eskara's balls.
      "Heh."
      Kevin frowned at the body slumped over the bed. That sounded almost… satisfied?
      "Get up."
      Eskara slowly, and with much wincing, pushed himself sort of upright, then leered at the masked man.
      "Heh. Strong fucker, ain'tcha? Lucky Flash."
      Kevin growled and grabbed a fistful of hair.
      "You will shut your mouth."
      "Aw, don' be such a girlie…"
      He silenced as Kevin's punch impacted with the side of his jaw, and fell back onto the bed. Wiping blood from his mouth, he smirked.
      "Y'like that? Like it hard? I can give yous hard…"
      Snarling, Kevin grabbed him by the hair, flipped him over, and rammed into him a second time, harder, faster, and ignoring the man's choked cries of pain. He nearly collapsed the second time he came, wrenching out and dropping to one knee, gasping, head bowed. Eskara groaned, then leered over his shoulder.
      "Had enough yet?"
      Kevin shook his head dazedly, belatedly realising that Eskara was deliberately baiting him. He slumped to the floor, leaning back against the bed and taking deep, panting breaths.
      "Why? Why did you do this?"
      Wincing, Eskara eased himself over and slid onto the floor, sitting uncomfortably beside the masked wrestler.
      "Why? Cuz… say cuz I wanted t'see what you was like. An' cuz it's bin a long time fer me. An' maybe cuz y'need it."
      "Oh? And when did you become a social worker?"
      "Aw, don't be such a fuckin' prick, Mask! Maybe I feel guilty fer the way I behaved."
      Kevin blinked, then glared.
      "Guilty? You? You don't know the meaning of the word."
      Eskara shook his head sadly.
      "Yous right - I don't." He shifted awkwardly, grimacing, then grinned. "Know a good fuck when I've had one, though. Do I get a turn?"
      "No." - muttered through clenched teeth. Eskara shrugged carefully.
      "Yeah, thought you'd be like that."
      Kevin shook his head.
      "I still don't understand…"
      "Naw. Nobody ever understands me. S'OK, I don' care." He eased himself carefully upright, sighing at the state of his uniform, then turned to Kevin.
      "I know yous won' listen to advice, but I'm gonna say it anyways. Y'may've lost the Tournament - but yous still a guardian, still a chojin. Why don' y'go back t'the others? Deer-boy and horse-head and the kraut fairy? They're yer friends."
      "I don't need friends."
      "Course you don't. Yous could go see 'em anyway. Heh, what else you gonna do?"
      Which was a valid question. Training for the Tournament had somehow taken over his life: now it was over, and he had lost, he was - lacking in direction. Maybe it was time to reassess and re-evaluate.
      "Maybe I will visit them."
      Eskara grinned, pulling what was left of his clothing around him and heading for the door. Given how much the clothes left uncovered it was probably just as well it was four in the morning and everyone else was most likely asleep. He gazed at the wrestler's fully-clad, powerful body, at the heavy cock lying long and limp over large balls where his fly was still undone, and shook his head.
      "Give Dik Dik one fer me…"

© 2004 June 5^th Joules Taylor

This one's for Lutra, who asked for a Kevin Mask/Eskara fic, where Eskara was forced to be uke and liked it…

[shakes head] I'm almost embarrassed to admit to it, but there's a scene in a later ep of UM, a flashback to when Lord Flash first allocated himself Kevin's trainer, when Flash turns away and looks back over his shoulder… that is the most perfect backside I have ever seen, in 'Real Life' or anime…

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