Two Geek Jobbers Walk into a Bar…

Raiden laughed lightly as Dave slammed into the canvas and cried out, moving to get up once more. Just in time too; he watched as Dave stumbled over to the ropes. He approached Dave, shifting to put him into a cobra twist, with his own right hand free -- so he could hammer blows down on Dave's torso, trying to weaken him nicely. "Come on. It'll be over quickly if you just give in!"

Dave grunted loudly with each successive punch to his chest and stomach, easily driving the air from him. The pain from the blows and the cobra twist did their work, leaving Nightwing a battered mess in Raiden's arms. One more good punch and he would be out like a light. His eyes were half lidded and unfocused, with gasps escaping past his lips and pain throbbing in his body.

There he goes. Raiden could feel him grunting, beginning to lose himself a bit in the grip as he cranked on the hold, as he continued to hammer down on Dave's chest. But before he finally collapsed on him, he released the grip, grabbing for Dave's hair and throwing him into the corner. He moved forward, approaching him, turning Dave around.

He reached out, a hand touching along those abs for a moment, ever so gently -- before slamming his fist into them, once, twice, three times.

After another whole minute of chest beating, Dave was on the verge of collapsing right then and there. He would have if Raiden had not seized him by his brown hair. With almost little effort at all he held his boyfriend on his feet, while the costumed Dave's arms swayed by his side. He saw Raiden's smirk before his chest met the corner post. The impact itself didn't knock him out, but it stunned him long enough for Raiden to waltz over, and turn the other wrestler around.

It was then that Raiden would see Dave in perfect Jobber form. A panting, weak mess leaning against his conqueror. No surprise why he was so popular back in the old leagues for taking a beating. Dave's lidded eyes never broke contact from his lover until the punches began. First there was a gentle hand moving along his abs, then two hard punches, causing his body to jerk violently, knocking the air clean out of him once more, and on the verge of passing out. His eyes met Raiden's one last time, before the third and final punch landed.

The fist sank into his gut, easily doubling the jobber over. Dave's eyes snapped wide open, his body folding over the fist that seemed to sink deeper and twist into his abs. Fresh spit flew from his mouth, as the wrestler coughed for a second or two, almost unable to draw breath. He felt the fist linger in his abs for a few more seconds, while the drool dripped from his mouth, before being removed sharply. Without anything to hold him up, Dave fell to his knees, before collapsing to the ring floor, out cold and defeated by his lover.

To be honest, Raiden didn't expect his new boyfriend to end up passing out from one of his own punches; it would be a fantasy, sure, but having brought Dave to the point of KO? That was something else. He couldn't help himself; after he managed to toss him into the corner, he saw the jobber that Dave had been -- and he understood why Dave was such a good jobber. He couldn't help himself from going the way of all those other heels did in the past.

Raiden kept the punch lingering for a few moments, deepening his fist and twisting it nicely -- before Dave fell down to his knees and onto the mat, completely out cold. For a second there, Raiden was worried -- did he hurt Dave too badly? No, he was still breathing, thankfully. He walked over and grabbed his own pants and tugged them back on, tossing the rest of his clothes into the duffel. He had to get Dave out of here, he didn't particularly want to leave Dave uncomfortable. So he grabbed the duffel bag on one arm, and managed to tug Dave over his shoulder with the other, before walking them out of the gym and locking the door.

There was a piece of him that enjoyed that a little too much; being the "heel", being on the winning side; he might have continued for a bit, if it hadn't been Dave on the other end of it. He was already a bit worried from the way he passed out, but everything seemed to be fine, at least. So he brought him up to his apartment, before tossing him onto the bed, leaving the duffel bag to the side -- and he moved to strip him of the Nightwing costume reluctantly, before lying on the bed, waiting for Dave to wake up.

Dave did not stir until about five minutes after being laid on the bed. His costume had been stripped off, leaving him in his tight grey underwear and t shirt. Brown eyes fluttered open once more, as he turned his head to face Raiden. A small smile eased onto his face, reaching all the way up to his eyes. He pulled Raiden in for a tight hug, burying his face into the crook of the redhead's neck.

"That felt so....amazing." he breathed, "I don't mind losing to you......just ease up on the punches a bit."

Laughing he looked right at Raiden, a shy and nervous expression on his red face, "Ummmm Raiden? There's something I...want to ask you."

Raiden couldn't help but just lie there and watch Dave for those five minutes; he looked so nice, so…relaxed. Calm. He gave a small smile as Dave woke up and smiled at him, burying his face into his neck. He wrapped those arms around him tightly; had Dave asked, he would never let go. "Yes, and I do not mind winning against you," he murmured with a small grin, before kissing his nose for a moment. "I will ease up on the punches, don't worry. I was worried for a second."

He paused as Dave said he had something to ask, sitting up on his elbow and looking over at him. "Of course, anything. You name it." He leaned in and pressed his lips against Dave's for a moment, before pulling back and giving him a nice, warm smile.

"Mmmmm" Dave hummed appreciatively into the kiss, basking in the warmth Raiden's body gave off. When the redhead answered him, his face only flushed a darker shade of crimson. Leaning his head closer, he whispered softly into his boyfriend's ear, "I.....I want you Raiden....Could you....could you...y'know.....do it with me?"

The delivery came out awkward enough, and Dave looked down, biting his lip nervously.

Raiden blinked as Dave looked so…innocent, so cute, asking for sex. He almost felt like a slut for all of the people he'd done it with in the past. Of course, the whispering just made him want it a bit more; he reached up to bring Dave's face up so they could meet eyes, his mismatched eyes looking into Dave's for a moment -- before he leaned forward and kissed him deeply, and with passion.

He pulled away barely an inch after a few moments. "I…I would love to," he murmured in response, before resuming that kiss, shifting to move atop his new lover.

Upon hearing the answer, Dave's eyes seemed to shine bright, quickly adjusting his position as Raiden moved on top of him, with his body easily pinning him down to the soft, cool bed.

The kisses seemed to evolve as well, what started as cute, soft kisses became deeper, more lust filled and hungry. The pair dueled for dominance as their tongues snaked across each other, darting into the other's mouth and mixing their hot breath together.