A Good Night to Remember

When Dave offered the idea to Raiden, he couldn't say no. Let's be honest -- he already had Raiden agreeing before he got past the word "wrestling match". There was nothing he enjoyed more than their little wrestling matches between each other. It helped that he typically won them, or at least managed to put up a good fight. No matter what was going on in the federation, he could rely on having a fun time with Dave.

The match was a bedtime wrestling match -- a "Good Night" Match, as it were. Because in order to win, you had to knock the opponent out. Otherwise, there were no rules. Of course, it was unofficial, with the two of them wearing their pajamas. As such, Raiden had let Dave go change in the bathroom to keep a nice element of surprise. Raiden was wearing a pair of blue basketball shorts, but under the basketball shorts he had on a pair of nice, black boxer briefs that were made of silk.

With a small grin, Raiden sat on his nice large bed, stretching out a bit, showing off his nice muscled frame. He was ready!

Dave was energetic as he moved into his own pair of silky shorts. He would not lose this time! Four times.....FOUR. That's how many times he had been beaten, dominated, knocked out, laid out, pinned, and just straight up destroyed by his boyfriend. While he couldn't say he didn't find the experience arousing and fucking hot as hell, he knew he needed to win this one.

Stepping into the room, his brown eyes fell on his nearly naked boyfriend, and he couldn't suppress the blush on his face. Clearing his throat, he marched over and stood on the bed, looking down at Raiden. Unbeknownst to the redhead, under the bed frame lay a couple of Dave's toys, stuff that may even the odds, or just use to toy with him when the match was over.

"You ready for me to tuck you into bed Raiden?" Dave asked with a grin.

Raiden watched Dave walk in, still smug and confident with himself. Raiden brought himself to his feet on the bed, chuckling at Dave's comment lightly. He looked over at his boyfriend's outfit -- a pair of gray silk boxers -- and bit his lip lightly, grinning a bit. He reached down to tug his basketball shorts off -- showing off his own black silk boxer briefs, specially bought just for a match like this.

"Not even in your dreams, cutie." He crossed his arms over his bare chest with a grin, before moving to blow him a kiss. "Are you ready to get laid out and played with? Like the other four times I've won?" he teased, moving forward and offering him a lock up. "Of course, when I win, or if you win, the winner gets to play with the loser however much he wants. But we both know it'll be me!" For a moment, he pulled away and flexed a bit, before going back to offering the lock up again.

Dave grumbled, accepting the lockup, "You just got lucky. I won't go down that easy this time."

Unfortunately, Raiden's boasts were not that far off. As soon as the lockup was in place, it was clear that in terms of raw strength, the Japanese youth had him outstripped. Even now Dave struggled to push back against his lover, but his determination did not waver, even as his was pushed onto his knees, still struggling against his boyfriend.

"Not...gah! Gonna happen!" Dave grunted, the strain showing off his toned muscles. Nothing too fancy, but noticeable enough to Raiden.

It was clear to Raiden that the losses were something that were a bit of a sore subject for Dave -- so obviously, he was going to poke at them more and more. He wanted to win, that much was clear -- but he also wanted to see if he could incite Dave to fight back harder. For what reason was unclear, even to himself. Perhaps it was that heel side of him wanting to get out and make Dave suffer -- or maybe he wanted to lose to Dave for once. Either way, he was fighting full strength, so Dave would have to be at peak condition.

"Lucky four times in a row? I don't think that's luck, that's just skill!" Within moments, he already had Dave on his knees; how could Dave argue with that? And yet, Dave was still trying to push back, Raiden could see the strain on his muscles. For a moment, Raiden actually felt bad for him. But then he moved forward, wrapping his arms around Dave in a bearhug -- and lifted him up roughly, shaking him around! "See, Dave? I'm just that good!"

"GAHHHH!!!!!" Dave cried, being scooped up and crushed in Raiden's killer bearhug. The pressure alone was more intense than usual, as it was actually starting to be a bit too painful, but Dave continued to struggle in Raiden's grip.

"no......no....." He mumbled, kicking at Raiden's legs in a feeble attempt to escape.He hoped it would be enough to get him loose, but he doubted it.

Raiden couldn't help but grin lightly as he managed to scoop Dave into that tight bearhug. His arms were firm around Dave's wiry body, but it was a mixture of feeling him struggle against him and the pain from the kicks that caused him to let go of his boyfriend. But he managed to lock in the first submission of the match, wasn't bad! After his defeat against Kei, he needed a bit of a reminder that he wasn't god-awful. And who better to help convince him of that than Dave, the love of his life? Ah…did he actually just say that in his head?

He kicked himself mentally back into gear and shifted, moving to try and grab for Dave once more to put him into a headlock. That way, he'd be able to fall backward onto the bed, slamming his boyfriend's head onto the mattress! "Come on, cutie! Or do you wanna be put into another schoolboy pin like last time~!" he teased.

Dave's struggles were dying even faster than usual, given that he decided to conserve what energy he had for a comeback if the opportunity presented itself. The sudden release of the hug threw Dave off considerably, staggering him long enough to be pulled into a headlock, and slammed headfirst into the mattress. His entire body snapped up from the blow, swaying uneasily before falling beside Raiden.

"Sh---shut up...." he mumbled, getting on his hands and knees.

If Raiden had been paying more attention and, y'know, thinking things through, he might have noticed that Dave wasn't fighting back nearly as hard. But he wasn't thinking, and that would be his undoing. He let go of Dave as the DDT landed, moving to get onto his own knees with a quirked eyebrow. He gave a small chuckle, moving for Dave, giving him a small grin. He was moving to grab for Dave, to pull him up and onto his arms in a nice tight torture rack -- one of his favorite moves, if he was being honest.

This was what he needed in order to get back to normalcy. He just needed a nice match with Dave, no strings attached, just the two of them having fun. Because when it came to the two of them wrestling, they were always looking to have fun. Sure, their personal scores mattered, but not nearly as much as it did in the ring. They were enjoying themselves, and that's what counted. Right?

Oh god, Raiden was setting up for his torture rack! It was a personal favorite for Dave's boyfriend, mainly because it gave him such open access to the young man's cock. But Dave was not going to have any of that! Not this time! When Raiden began to lift him up, Dave landed a nice elbow to the side of his lover's skull, rocking him just enough to drop Dave. The american landed on his feet, using the moment to drive a fist into the naked abs of Raiden, twisting it to drive the air from his lungs. The impact would double Raiden over if effective enough, and Dave would grab him and slam him headfirst into the wall. THAT should even the odds.