#kennymatt

It isn't the first time Matt's stood across the ring from Kenny and some small part of him knows that it won't be the last but as he stares across the ring, he's never felt further away than what he does right at that moment. 

The middle of his chest rolls and bile bubbles up the back of his throat and Matt has to do everything not to crawl under the ring to throw up. He stands, gazes up at his little brother and it feels like forever since he's seen the puzzled glare in nicks eyes, watches how his eyes shift across Kenny's shoulders, gazing so hard that Matt can hear Nick's brain begging for Kenny to just look at them! "Look at us." Matt mouths and it sounds like a growl, like something deep in his heart has cracked and it tastes bitter. 

Hatred tastes bitter and Matt knows he's never fully going to get used to the taste as it covers his teeth. 

Kenny's eyes meet Matt's for just a second and he pretends to recognise their friend through the fluttering light eyelashes and the cold eyes, the corner of his lips twitch just a little and something in Matt, someone a lot softer, pulls at him inside until he flashes kenny a grin and he waits, waits with impatient breath for Kenny to smile back but he just drops his eyes, letting Kota slide his hand around Kenny's shoulders and the knot in Matthew's chest tightens. 

He barely hears the bell ring, it's a low drone in the back of his skull when it does happen and it takes Nick to poke at his side for Matt to feel real again. He squares his shoulders, shakes his head and stares. "I want Kenny." He shouts and to everyone else it sounds like a confession. The crowd falls into a nervous hush as if they're waiting before exploring when Kenny's dented ring boots scratch their way into the ring and suddenly it all feels just a little bit smaller. The air feels a little bit more tighter around Matt's chest and he breathes in heavy enough that it must begin to hurt his ribs because the nausea goes away and replaces itself with pain. 

He soaks into it at first, circles kenny like hes an animal stalking prey but soon Kenny is the one to strike the first hit; a warm, heavy slap that makes Matt's cheek burn under the fake tan and almost like they're tangled together, Matt feels Nick wince on the apron. He keeps Kota in the corner of his eyes as Matt fights back, he lashes out- feet and fists dancing and whipping and Matt wants to believe his anger is born out of anything other than desperation. 

He doesn't know how Kenny gets the upper hand, knees drilling into his chest but it hurts. Matt feels his bones bend around Kenny's as if they're melting together; an imperfect stew of heartbreak and Matt opens wet eyes, blinks until the word comes back into focus under the bright lights and there's Nick, staring back with the same heartbreak shimmering like a mirror in his eyes. 

"Nick, get me out of here." Matt asks and he knows he's begging, he knows the way that his voice tumbles into the mat is pathetic but when his eyes flutter back to stare at his brother, arms falling over his head in protection, Nicks staring at him fearfully and it's a look that Matt's seen etched on his brothers face so many times. From childhood thunderstorms to their first day in a new place, squashed into the same bunk bed. "Nick." Matt calls and he's trying, fighting against his own fear. "get me out of here!" 

"Keep going Matt." Is Nick's only reply and for a few haunting seconds, the darkest part of Matthew hates the fearful shapes of his baby brother. He scowls, grabs onto Kenny's ankle and twists. He feels the bones shifting between his shaking hands and Matt pretends not to notice the way his fingertips itch at the hem of Kenny's ring pants as if his own nails, round and sharp, are trying to claw at the leather until their friend comes back. Almost like a rebirth and when Nick finally tags in, Matt finds it so ironic that they're still treating Kenny like a god. 

The bitterness seems to soak out of Matt, covering him like a second skin before Nick starts lashing out, punching and kicking and soon Matt has him against the ropes, hands around his shoulders. "Nick." He raises both eyebrows, nudges his brother's face to make him look at him. "We got this." 

"I know." 

Nick tags his brother in and Matt wrestles until his veins start to burn with pain. He feels his back seizing; muscles tensing, limbs stinging and he can taste the ghost of blood in his mouth. He spits and it comes back clear and Matt wonders why he feels like he's decomposing through the match. He doesn't know how long they've been wrestling or how long that the crowd has been so wrapped up that their silence is almost cold. There's the drone of the bell and Matt doesn't question who won, he just gathers himself up between his arms and stumbles backstage, pulling knots out of his hair.

He knows Nick is there, he always will be. 

Matt doesn't ask what happened, he lets his little brother slide under his arm and he holds him until Nick stops tapping against his sweaty chest. "its okay." 

"I want my friend back." Nick whispers and Matt just sighs, rests his chin against the top of his little brothers head and squeezes, holds him so tight that maybe the sadness would melt through and Matt could father it up and toss it into the sea, like how they did as kids- throwing concerns into the creek or crumpling it up with torn paper in an old waste paper basket. But there's none of that now, the two of them are alone in a sea of indescribable feelings with only each other to cling too as the waves lap at their feet beckoning them to join it. 

"I know Nicky." Matt whispers and when he kisses his little brother's head, the heavy sigh is a promise. "Go get ready to leave, I'll be back soon." Matt knows not to say anything else to Nick, just lets him stare as Matt stumbles through the crowd backstage. 

He dodges through the cameras past the shadows of reporters that dance across the walls and Matt wonders if this is how Orpheas felt, wandering the same walls of the underworld that he had before in another lifetime, spirits watching and waiting for him to screw up and to drag yet another man foolish enough to love back to hell. 

Matt knows where Kenny stays, follows the crowd of laughter, of mumbled Japanese praise, of the thud of another body slamming against white painted bricks and he knocks on the door hard enough that it rattles under Matt's sweat stained palm almost like it's as scared as he fills. "Kenny, open the damn door!" Matt snaps and the lock cracks and Kenny stands, hair tousled, lips swollen gazing at Matt. "Why the hell are you doing this!?" 

Matt doesn't know why he shoves his way into the room or why he's half surprised when Kota looks up from his place against the wall, hair falling over his eyes. "Out." Matt snaps and Kenny stands in the doorway. 

"You can't throw him out!" 

"Why not?! It's all his fault!" Matt snaps and there's suddenly hands on his shoulders, round nails stabbing into his shaking frame and he thrashes. "Let me go!" He lands  a couple of weak hits against Kota's chest, his knee pushing between his as his back slams into the wall and Matt lets out a choked soba and there's pain in the back of his brain, flooding like a bleed through his skull. 

There's a mumble conversation that makes Matt's ears burn and he tries to pick up on the small number of words he can remember through the nervousness. He keeps his eyes closed and tries to breathe through the feeling of his legs starting to tingle. his back hurts, really hurts and Matt barely has time to focus on it before Kota's hands lift slowly off him and the door slams. Matthew feels himself deflate against the wall, feels the scratch of the bricks hitting against the joints of his shoulderblades and he's slow to open his eyes- blinking up at Kenny as he scowls.

"Why do you always have to fuck things up!?" Kenny snaps the moment Matt parts his lips to speak. There's such anger in his voice that it hurts when the words finally hit Matt's ears. 

"ME!?" He snaps, he raises his arms, pretending to not notice the way that Kenny flinches. The two of them stare at one another, panting, breathing in each other's anger. "You hurt me." Matt says, almost whispering the confession into the heavy air around them and he watches how Kenny's face crumples in confusion. "You hurt me because you hurt Nick and you hurt me when you shoved me to the ground and-" 

"I get it!" Kenny is closer now, crowding into Matt's space when he's against the wall and he's panting onto Matt's lips, breathing in Matt's shaking breath. "But Kota is...he's special." He admits and the way that his voice morphs, softens and shakes makes Matt feel sick. 

"More special than what we had?" Matt asks and he takes a risk, he dives head first into the river of stupidity and steals a kiss. It's slow- almost cautious as if the two of them are learning how each other moves, how the other thinks and Kenny is almost whimpering into Matt's parted lips before he pulls away, breathing heavily and leaving Matt still leaning against the wall licking at his swollen lips. "Kenny?" Matt whispers and Kenny just shakes his head. 

"What?" 

"I won't hurt Kota." Kenny mumbles and by the time that he's staring up at Matt there's almost an apology in his eyes. 

"We were always there for you Kenny...even when he..." Matt lets the words melt away on his tongue because he knows whatever he's desperate to say will be useless, that begging Kenny to come back is just a fruitless endeavor. 

Kenny will always choose someone else other than him and when Matt just sighs, shifting off the wall, Kenny catches his wrist. 

The two of them stare at one another and Kenny smiles and it's the same crooked smile that Matt's seen more times than he can count. He lets Matt step closer and slide their lips together and the kiss almost tastes like a goodbye. Kenny's hand knots into Matt's hair pulling him closer and closer until Matt's pressing himself so desperately against Kenny's chest that it feels like he's trying to dig into his chest; under the cage of his ribs until he can wrap a hand around his heart and squeeze Kota out like pus from a pimple. 

Kenny tugs harder. Just enough that Matt whimpers a little surprised into his mouth and it stuns them both so much that they pull away from one another and Kenny untangles his hands from the back of Matt's skull. "I'll come back." Kenny whispers.”We are the elite afterall.” 

Matt has no other choice to believe that it's a promise. 

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“Man, I'm hungry! Where the heck is catering?” Kenny says as he looks around the arena. “Maybe I can buy Matt something! Hopefully he isn't mad” he says as he continues walking. He keeps looking around until he gets slammed into a nearby wall. Kenny groans in pain as his shoulder collides with the wall. He then feels fear spread throughout his body as he's turned around and is face-to-face with Matt himself.

“H-Hi Mattie” Kenny says nervously as he feels his back press against the wall. “Hopefully he isn't mad? Kenneth, I'm extremely fucking mad” Matt says seriously as he grabs the front of Kenny's jacket. Now Kenny knows this is serious because his husband called him by his full name and cursed. “Why are you mad? It was just a segment!” Kenny says, causing Matt to growl at him. “Oh really? Just a segment? So basically revealing our sex life on live tv was just part of the segment?” Matt asks, clearly waiting for Kenny to answer.

“Matt, you know I didn't mean to!” Kenny tries to apologize which angers his husband even more. Matt then pulls him by his jacket so he can whisper in his ear. “You've been a bad dog Kenneth, seems like I gotta put some obedience into you” he says which sends chills down Kenny's spine. “Alright take your arms out the sleeves of your jacket ” Matt says as he pushes Kenny away from him.

Kenny just stares at him, causing Matt to sigh. “Now!” Matt yells angrily, causing Kenny to let out a squeak. He then pulls his arms out the sleeves and turns around to face the wall. Matt grabs the jacket sleeves and ties them tightly behind Kenny's back, basically pinning the older man's arms to his sides. “Shit, why did I have to wear my tightest jacket today?!?” Kenny thought to himself as he felt Matt press against his back.

“Can't run away from me now, bitch” Matt says seductively, causing Kenny to whimper and slowly pitch a tent in his shorts. Matt then shoves two of his fingers in Kenny's mouth. “Suck on them mutt” Matt says with Kenny doing just that. His husband then pulls down his shorts, revealing his thick cheeks. “Glad to know you enjoy letting people think you're the dominant one between us but that's not true is it?” Matt asks as he slaps Kenny's ass. Kenny rapidly nods as he continues sucking on Matt's fingers.

“Little do they know that you're my little puppy with a tiny dog dick who likes to get railed by his master” Matt says as he pulls his fingers out of Kenny's mouth. He then shoves his wet fingers into Kenny's hole, causing his husband to gasp with shock. “You seem pretty loose… care to explain that Kenneth?” Matt asks as he continues fingering him. “I don't know what you're talking about” Kenny says nervously, clearly lying. Matt lets out a growl and uses his other hand to wrap around Kenny's throat.

“You're still disobeying me mutt? Do you want me to punish you like the filthy slut you are?” Matt asks, Kenny shaking his head “no” in response. “Then answer my damn question!” Matt says as his grip on Kenny's throat gets a bit tighter. “O-Ok! I had a vibrator in the whole time during our segment!” Kenny whimpers as he feels his cock leaking precum. “Oh, so while you were basically calling me a slut you were also getting off like one? You filthy whore!” Matt says as he slaps Kenny's ass again, causing his husband to moan.

Matt then lets go of Kenny's throat and snakes his hand down the front of Kenny's shorts. “Not a surprise that a dumb dog like you would get hard from this” he says as he grips Kenny's cock, causing the man to whimper. Kenny tries to fuck into Matt's fist which the younger man notices. “Oh no, you don't!” Matt says as he takes the scrunchie from his hair and puts it tightly around the base of Kenny's cock. “Mattie!” Kenny whines as his husband continues to finger him.

“What, did you really think I was gonna let you cum? Only good dogs get rewarded and you haven't been one” Matt says cruelly as he scissors in Kenny's hole. “I'll be a good dog, I promise!” Kenny says with a moan as Matt's fingers start hitting his prostate. “Ya gonna behave?” Matt asks seriously, Kenny nodding in response. “Ya gonna stop spreading lies about me?” Matt asks as he continues abusing Kenny's prostate with his fingers.

“Yes, master!” Kenny says with tears in his eyes, the buildup becoming too much. Matt then removes his fingers from Kenny's ass, causing the older man to whine. He's then turned back around and is facing Matt again. This time Matt's anger is replaced by something softer. “Oh angel, it's ok! No need to cry” Matt says softly as he wipes away Kenny's tears. Kenny whimpers as he leans into his husband's touch. “Am I your good dog again?” Kenny asks quietly as Matt helps him pull his shorts back up.