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It only has to be the two of them, according to the rules. Kenny doesn't have to show up, according to the rules. It's all for show.

So, when Kenny enters the room with the rest of the Elite, all the men silent as a grave, Yuta is delighted.

"Yeah?" Mox pants from the side of the bed, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. He hasn't been able to control it since they won, like a dog looking at a fat piece of meat, his pink tongue pushing at his bloodied bottom lip. No one answers him, and Kenny looks only at Yuta. They all look exhausted, they all look put apart, sweat and blood clinging to their skin. Kenny looks worst off. He looks like a broken man, tired, set upon.

"You've been betrayed by better men," Yuta points out, hands on his knees. Kenny's eyes widen slightly, and for a moment, Yuta sees one thick, veiny hand clench closed. If Kenny wants to fight, Yuta can fight. He's like a spring being pressed on both sides, ready to explode, ready to snap open, ready to fight. The adrenaline buzzes in his veins and he could sink his teeth into something. He could sink his teeth into something and thrash like a dog.

Bryan puts his hand on Yuta's shoulder and gives it a squeeze - that's all. The squeeze, the ready, the approval. It's Yuta's pin. It's Yuta's choice. He gets to have his pick of the litter, and the power that gives him makes him feel like he could scream. Yuta could shake the foundations of the arena if he wanted to.

Yuta stands off the end of the big, luxurious bed (the beds for Pay-Per-Views are always nicer, fancier, with drawers stuffed full of fun toys and all sorts of lube and condoms) and steps up to Kenny, panting up at him. He can't catch his breath. He doesn't want to.

Blue eyes glare back at him for a moment, then Kenny glances to the side, eyes locking on someone.

"Down boy," Mox laughs, his laugh slightly off-kilter, slightly too high. "Gotta fix up your boy."

"Mox gets Matt," Yuta announces, even though they'd already discussed it before the Elite finally arrived, heads down. "Claudio gets Nick. Bryan gets Hangman. I get Omega."

"Matt's hurt-" Nick starts, and Yuta looks over at him, seeing the wide, worried, anxious eyes of a brother. For a moment, Yuta's heart, still soft in some parts, feels for him. Yuta and Mox lock eyes, and Mox huffs out a laugh.

"There's a first aid kit in here," Mox says, voice rough and excited as he reaches his hand out for Matt. Matt looks between Mox's hand and his face, blood dripping down his lips, his bare, weeping foot held off the ground. "C'mon. I don't need to fuck you, I'm gonna get my young boy all night. Let me lick your wounds a little."

"Freak," Matt spits.

"Oh, thank you, baby," Mox coos, and he keeps his hand open, waiting. After a pause, Matt takes Mox's hand and gives Nick a nod. Nick, reluctantly, lets Matt's arm off his shoulder. Claudio moves in and nods Nick over to the armchair in the corner, and Bryan already has Hangman kneeling in front of him, just...kneeling there. Neither of them speaking.

Yuta feels like a god when he has Kenny Omega on his back on the bed. Yuta feels like a devil when he has Kenny Omega's pants off for him, his own cock fat and stiff as it had been since Hangman hit him with the lariat. Yuta feels like a thing that eats meat.

"I pinned you," Yuta pants, reaching over Kenny's head to yank open a drawer in the nightstand. One of his hands grabs Kenny's hair and he smirks, his other hand grasping the first bottle of lube he can find. "I pinned Kenny Omega."

"You talk a lot for the BCC's bottom boy," Kenny hisses. Yuta grins, all teeth.

"There you are," Yuta says, "that's the guy I grew up watching."

"Wow, this must be a hell of a moment for you," Kenny says, emboldened somehow with his cock out. "Getting to pump your childhood hero."

"Bryan is my childhood hero," Yuta corrects Kenny, popping the cap off the lube. Somewhere in the room, Bryan is chuckling. "You were character work."

Kenny sits up, or tries to, but Yuta's got his fingers in his hair and keeps him down, keeps his head pinned to the pillow. And Yuta just. Waits there. Waits until he sees the tension in Kenny's neck loosens, waits until Kenny huffs at him. Then,

"Can I fuck you?"

Kenny blinks. He looks like he genuinely wasn't expecting that question, and...part of Yuta. A part that can't be hardened. Feels bad about that. Kenny looks around the room and he sees what Yuta knows his boys are doing - Bryan is probably making Adam watch what Yuta's doing, on his knees. Claudio is biting Nick Jackson, leaving as many marks on him as he can. Mox is picking tacks out of Matt's foot, according to the quiet, muffled whimpers Matt's making, and the methodical tinkling of metal into a tin.

"We aren't monsters," Yuta says, leaning over Kenny more, hand loosening slightly in Kenny's hair. "Can I fuck you?"

"They-"

"Your boys didn't lose," Yuta interrupts Kenny. "You did. They'll only get what they deserve. You'll get what you can take. If that's difficult for you, to see us as something less than monsters, you can close your eyes and pretend I'm something else. But we don't go past here unless you tell me you want to."

"Yuta," Claudio calls.

"Oh! And safeword," Yuta says, nodding. It's a double-edged sword, really - Kenny can say he doesn't want this, and Yuta would let him walk right out. He could have his private celebration with his boys, the celebration that will come later, anyway. Or, Kenny has to admit he wants this. Wants Yuta. Wants to go through with this.

Kenny looks over Yuta's face like he's looking for a lie. Yuta isn't lying, not about this.

"Like I said," Yuta says, quieter this time, taking his hand out of Kenny's hair and shifting back on his knees. "I'm not a monster. You have power here."

"You're playing with me."

"Not unless you want me to," Yuta answers, quirking a brow. He looks to the nightstand. "There's a lot of things I can use to play with you. And I'm good at playing."

"Fuck you," Kenny hisses, pushing to sit up. Yuta smiles, pushing up on his knees, looking Kenny right in the eye and waiting. Waiting for something. A silence between them, intense staring, no one moving around the room. Then. "...Fine."

"You want it?"

"Fine," Kenny hisses, and Yuta shakes his head.

"Not good enough-"

"Fucking- since when are you a fucking boyscout? Yes, okay? I want it, I lost, give it to me!" Kenny snaps. As his words echo in the room, as he watched cute, pretty little Wheeler Yuta's eyes darken and his smile show his canines, Kenny realizes there were two reasons Yuta wanted resounding consent.

Yuta leans in and grabs Kenny's jaw, his blunt nails digging into his soft skin.

"Safeword?"

"...Elite."

"Original," Yuta says, rolling his eyes. He then shoves Kenny down by his neck, his hand wrapping around that thick chord of muscle and appreciating the rapid pulse under his fingers. Yuta's emboldened by both Bryan's chuckle beside him and the fact that Kenny, just as endowed as the rumors said, is rock hard between his thighs.

With the green light, Yuta slicks up his fingers and pushes Kenny over onto his stomach. Opening Kenny is surprisingly quiet - Kenny only huffs as Yuta crooks his fingers, feeling his velvety insides with three fingers right away. Kenny doesn't seem to have a problem with that, taking it with nothing more than a grunt.

"Pretty picture," Yuta says, rubbing one hand up and down the thick, muscled globe of Kenny's ass. Yuta, still not as developed as his stablemates, as any of the men in this room, feels a slight twinge of envy when he sees how thick Kenny's back muscles are, how meaty his thighs.

Reminding himself that it's his night, that he doesn't have to envy anyone, Yuta pulls his fingers out of Kenny and gets off the bed. Kenny stays in position, making Yuta wonder if he's trained to-

He can't think about that right now. He'd get too lost in that fantasy, of having a perfectly trained bottom submitting to him without even really knowing him. And Yuta doesn't think, even if he did win, that Kenny Omega would present to him under any other circumstances.

"Look at me," Yuta orders. Kenny doesn't at first, and so Yuta reaches over, meanly grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking Kenny's head back. Kenny hisses and his back twitches, and Yuta pushes his head so that he's looking at him. "Good boy," Yuta mutters, and he doesn't think Kenny could hate him any more.

Yuta picks up a pink vibrator and shows it to Kenny, then sets it on the nightstand. He rifles through the drawer more, pushing aside beads and- fuck, sounding rods. Yuta isn't the kind of sick motherfucker to use one of those in the winner's room, but he does take note of them for Bryan, for later.

Yuta shows Kenny a cock ring. Yuta shows Kenny a gag. Yuta shows Kenny some soft golden rope-

"No rope," Kenny says, fast. "That- not. Fucking that. Okay?"

Yuta already put the rope back in the drawer and shut it, nodding.

"Good boy," Yuta says, gentler this time. Kenny doesn't soften like Yuta wants, instead looking at him suspiciously. Which, fine. Yuta has all the time in the world to get what he wants, and with all his boys watching, he's going to get it.

And he works for it. Like everything in his life, he works for it, as he orders Kenny onto his back again, Kenny's wrists held above his head by Kenny's willpower alone.

Fitting the vibrator up inside Kenny is easy with how Yuta had opened him, but he still takes it slow, liking how Kenny's body stretches to take it, how Kenny tries to hide the shake of his thighs or the way his breathing deepens. Yuta gives it a few good pumps, makes sure that he gets at least one good shiver out of the larger, older man, before he presses the toy in all the way to the base.

"Fuck," Kenny swears.

"Keep your wrists up," Yuta orders, clipping the cockring onto Kenny. Yuta then sits back on his heels, smiles, and presses the button on the bottom of the vibrator. When it starts, Yuta sees it vibrate, of course, but the base also gyrates slightly as the silicone cock flexes. Huh. Well.

He hadn't expected it to do that, but with the way Kenny has to close his eyes and digs his heels into the bed, face contorted in a reluctant pleasure, he's glad for the surprise.

"Your boys are being taken care of," Yuta promises as he pushes Kenny's thighs apart, admiring the thick pad of muscle. "Adam's watching you. He's kneeling for Bryan. Nick is- ha, Nick's Claudio's chewtoy right now."

"Fuck you," Kenny gasps, and Yuta ignores him, looking to Matt. Mox has finished plucking the tacks out of Matt's foot and is currently licking a line up the inside of the eldest Jackson's ankle, maintaining thrilled eye contact with a red-faced Matt.

"Matt's having fun," Yuta says quietly. He reaches a hand over and presses his pointer finger to the top of Kenny's slit, rubbing in small circles so the precum smears. Kenny's hands clench into fists where he holds them above his head and he clamps his knees together.

Yuta's fast. He pulls his arm back and shoves Kenny's thighs apart, then swoops down and sinks his teeth into the thick inner thigh muscle he was admiring just moments ago. Kenny cries out and Yuta hears Adam shift, heard Bryan mutter something. When Yuta unsheaths his teeth, he's left behind a deep purple bite mark.

"Bad boy," Yuta says, pushing his hand down on Kenny's cock, rubbing the heel of his palm up the underside. Kenny's eyes fly wide open and he bucks his hips, so obviously against his better judgement, because it shifts the toy inside him.

For a moment, a beautiful fucking moment, Yuta has Kenny Omega writhing for him. Like he can't decide if he wants to push into Yuta's palm or down into the toy making little mechanical noises as it wiggles inside him, Kenny arches his back, bucks his hips, hisses between his teeth.

The first time Yuta catches a denied orgasm is beautiful. Kenny's stomach is clenching but nothing happens, his cock twitching, thick veins pulsing as the cock ring does its job. Kenny exhales hard when he realizes what's happening, his fingers gripping the pillow above his head tight.

"That's one," Yuta says, shifting forward on his knees and finally putting a hand on himself. "You'll give me three, just like you did in the ring."

"Motherfucker!" Kenny spits, but Yuta's too busy admiring the bulk of muscle beneath him, how Kenny's abs define themselves on every exhale, how sweat and fake tan slip down his armpits and inner thigh creases.

The second one is prettier than the first, maybe because Kenny knows what's happening now, so he's so obviously trying to restrain himself. He presses his lips together hard and arches his back, grunting, face squeezed and thighs trembling as another orgasm rolls past him. Watching that kind of self-control, even if it's enforced, gets Yuta panting hot and heavy.

He crawls up closer until his knees are under Kenny's ass, now striping his cock over Kenny's twitching, weeping member.

"Yeah, there we go. You know how to be a good boy," Yuta pants, leaning over Kenny. "You know we're the better wrestlers. You know we're the fucking future. We're the real elite in this company. You lay down for us. You give yourselves to us."

"G-oo...go to f-ucking hell," Kenny stammers out, his voice cracking on the last word as his cock flexes painfully, as a tear finally, finally starts to prick at the corner of his right eye. Yuta sees it and doesn't hesitate. He leans over, fast, and drags his tongue along Kenny's crows feet, the fat tear spreading salty sweet over the tip of Yuta's tongue.

It tastes like victory. It tastes like briny, salty meat. It tastes like something Yuta can really sink his teeth into.

Victory. A victory at a pay-per-view against one of the greatest wrestlers in the world. In front of Bryan, Mox, and Claudio. Regal, watching at home. Yuta bristles with the pure euphoria of it, and he bares his white, white teeth as he cums hard over Kenny's cock, and his own hand.

Yuta lets himself ride it out, and he might put on a bit of a show, knowing that Kenny's watching him, feeling the hot cum stripe his cock. He lets his head fall down and he squeezes himself at his tip, until his body is twitching with overstimulation, and until that overstimulation stops feeling fucking phenomenal.

Only when Yuta's done with himself does he bring his hand down and smack Kenny across the face, smearing his cum across his cheek.

Shock always makes for a better orgasm, so Yuta's doing Kenny a solid as he unsnaps the cock ring and tosses it to the floor. Kenny's pretty blue eyes go wide and his mouth opens up, and his pale lashes look so pretty when they're wet.

Yuta barely has to touch the man before Kenny's cumming so hard that he shouts. A pretty shout, half-pain, half-pleasure, echoing in the room, and Yuta inhales like he could taste the scream on his tongue.

Soon, as Yuta reaches down and clicks off the vibrator, the only sound in the room is Kenny's harsh breathing and Mox's growling as he laps more blood off the inside of Matt's bicep. Yuta slips the vibrator out slowly, gently, then sets it beside Kenny's hip.

Yuta ignores the rest of the room as men move around. Adam is let off the floor, Nick is cradled in Claudio's arms as he pants, red-faced, covered in bites from his neck to his navel. Matt is led on shaky legs up onto the bed, where Yuta and Mox grab some sani-wipes out of the bedside table to clean the men up.

Before Kenny can fully come back to himself, get to a point where he's dangerous again, Yuta and Mox tuck a heavy, thick blanket from the end of the bed around both Matt and Kenny.

"Why?" Adam asks, his voice cutting and furious. Yuta looks over his shoulder and sees him standing by the bed, fists trembling, like he's about to stop giving a shit if he's allowed to go to his friends now or not.

"Which part?" Yuta asks, slipping off the bed and walking calmly to the mini fridge. He grabs a water bottle out and walks it back to Kenny, continuing, "If you're asking about the room, you're the ones who said you wanted to stay. If you're asking about the vibrator, my favorite color is pink. If you're asking about this," Yuta says, as he climbs back onto the bed and tucks a hand under Kenny's head, tilting it up and feeding him water.

Yuta finishes without looking at Adam, only caring about the gazes of Bryan, Claudio, and Mox around the room,

"This part is because it's going to kill you, deep down inside, that the men you hate with all your hearts aren't monsters. This part is because it's really going to piss you off when you realize that we took care of you when you needed it. And that," Yuta says, capping the water bottle and stepping off the bed, "is better than a pinfall. ...Almost."

Yuta hands Hangman the water bottle and it's snatched angrily from his hand. Claudio carries Nick over to the bed, setting him beside Matt, who immediately reaches for his brother. For a split moment, Yuta and Adam meet eyes.

In the next moment, Yuta's pulling his pants back on, and Adam, finally not giving a shit, breaks away from Bryan's gravitational pull and clamors into the bed. Yuta leaves his phone number on a pad of paper, setting it on the nightstand.

"Call me if Kenny needs me-"

"Fuck off!" Adam snaps. Yuta rolls his eyes.

"Call me if he needs me, specifically, if he's dropping or some shit. There's two more water bottles in the fridge, and I saw some granola bars in the drawer. We have this room for like, two hours, so...do whatever with it, I guess," Yuta says, shrugging.

They knew coming in that they wouldn't use all two hours. Yuta didn't need them to get what he wanted, looking at Kenny pink-faced and drifting in and out of sleep. Looking up at Bryan's eyes shining in pride. Feeling Mox wrap an arm around his chest possessively. Feeling Claudio's eyes on him, hot as coals, humming with all the things he wants to do to him.

Yuta has other men to spend his two hours with, and he's sure the Elite are okay. They find a kind of comfort in each other, such that no matter where they are, they're at home when they're together. That, and that alone, the two groups have in common.