Hello, this is my first fiction posted here, so please, be understanding. The warnings are the usual. The characters and events in the story are completely fictional and have no relations to real people and/or facts. The plot depicts sexual acts between between underage males, and between underage and adult males, sometimes not consensual, and there is violence. It's pure fantasy, and I don't approve nor encourage similar behaviour in real life. If you dislike that stuff, or if it's illegal to read it in your country, please quit reading now! Otherwise, have fun!
ANGEL - 2
Angel's cocky attitude frustrated and angered Kurt even more than before: he was used to be feared, especially by small, girly-looking fags!
Then the mature jock lunged forward, swinging his fist toward his opponent's face...
.... who bent in his knees, while his left arm shot out, performing an outward going crescent block to deflect the wild punch outwards; and the instant he did so, he pivoted on his right foot and sent his left one into an outwards going crescent kick, passing through Kurt's open guard to reach the taller guy's face.
"HIA!"
"Uugh!" Kurt moaned, when his head snapped back, pushed by the solid slap. He was shocked at being caught by surprise, and angered as well; but he didn't get enough time to take revenge, because Angel hadn't even land his kicking foot, but only had brought it in front of himself, chambered at the knee, as he smiled at Kurt -- evilly!
"Nice move for a sissy, don't ya think ?" he taunted, snapping his leg out again - placing a swift snap kick on Kurt's completely unprotected gut.
"HYAIIIIII !"
Kurt screamed when the foot hit its target with the strength of a sledgehammer, and bent down, clutching his aching gut.
That was a big mistake: Angel's foot was driven down for a fraction of a second, before snapping up, so that its top hit Kurt's chin
"KYA!"
The power of the blow pushed the hunk back up and caused him to stagger back, dazed, pained, with his vision blurring, clutching his jaw.
No sooner had Angel lowered the offending foot to the floor, that he spun on it lifting the other leg, giving his back to a stunned Kurt and, glancing past his shoulder, he launched the lifted foot backward, slamming the heel on his foe's belly.
"SET-YA!"
Kurt thought he had been hit by a stone, because of the excruciating pain exploding inside him, and again he bent down, coughing, out of breath.
Whirling around, Angel looked down at the bully, chambering his leg once more, chuckling: "Not so cocky any more, uh, Big Boy?"
Even as he spoke, Angel bent his standing leg, then sprang and leaped up, rocketing his other leg vertically, then he let his heel drop on Kurt's broad back as a dive bomb!
"AYAAAAAAA!"
"UUUHHHHH!"
More pain exploded in Kurt's back, while the hunk was pushed crashing down on the floor and Angel let his foot follow his foe down, letting it pin the man's neck, driving his face deep into the thick carpet.
Kurt felt a searing pain exploding from his neck down through his whole body and up into his skull, and he groaned miserably, squirming like a fish trapped in a net; but for all his efforts, he felt numb and was unable to free or lift himself.
"Wow...."
Colin's astounded gasp caused Angel to divert his attention from his enemy (who wasn't a threat at the moment, after all), and he saw his friend staring at him with a disbelieving face. The older teen had been staring at the fight the whole time, frozen in shock, his mind almost refusing to take in the fact that his horrible father was being defeated - and apparently with such ease -- and by none other than the boy he fancied, the boy he had came to think of as a celestial creature!
Angel got a little worried. "Ahem... I'm sorry... Uh, I mean, I'm not sorry about defending you, but... I know he's your father, after all, so I'm-"
"Awesome!"
Colin's mouth widened in a huge smile while he said so.
Angel smiled back, relieved. "Oh, good! Then isn't a problem for you, to see your old man suffer?" He pressed his heel a bit more, making Kurt cry, but the bigger man still didn't manage to fight back.
"Ahhh.... I actually..." Colin admitted. He was still dazed, unsure if that was really happening. Or was it a dream? Was he about to wake up, and find out that his beautiful Angel never existed? That he was still a lonely, bullied nerd at school, hopelessly under his father's thumb at home?
In that case he mused I should endure this dream while it lasts...
"....think this is not enough...." Those words came out of his lips so spontaneously, that Colin himself was surprised at his own boldness.
Angel was taken aback, too, but only for a moment.
"I know what you need." He snickered. "And what this asshole needs..." The blondie glanced down to Kurt with a crooked grin; then, he started to slowly apply more pressure with the heel that was pinning his foe down.
The two teenagers watched in amusement the defeated bully turn more and more blue due to lack of oxygen, and he groaned and struggled to no avail.
"How are you able to hold him down so firmly?" Colin asked, being naturally curious. "He should be able to struggle himself out of it."
"Not if he's half-paralyzed." Angel chuckled.
"Paralyzed?" the other asked, startled.
"Not permanently, don't worry." The blondie laughed. "I just know what nerves I have to press in order to incapacitate him... and the ones I have to touch in order to inflict pain! The combination gives great results." To demonstrate, he alternated between relenting and increasing pressure with his heel, causing his victim to yelp in pain and struggle each time he was "crushed", but his movements were too weak and slow to have any effect. "See?"
"It's great!" Colin watched with delight his father's face gradually growing purple. The older man was weakened by the treatment, and eventually he lost consciousness, going limp onto the carpet.
Satisfied, Angel removed his foot.... And was startled, when his friend hugged him.
"Please, my dream boy... Don't disappear!" Colin whispered.
"Hey...." Angel now was blushing. "Quiet down... I can assure you I'm real...." Then he smiled. "... And I absolutely have no intention to leave!"
Now was Colin's turn to blush, and he released his pal, stuttering: "I'm.... I'm sorry!"
"Why?" The small teen asked smirking. "That was rather pleasant."
His friend smiled. "I had to thank you, after what you've done for me..."
"It's no big deal." The blondie smiled and added, in a slightly mysterious tone: "I could do a lot more..."
Colin looked at him in puzzlement, and the smaller guy patted his shoulder. "I'll explain everything, pal! But for now..." He sighed. "Could I get something fresh to drink? I'm a bit thirsty after this... little exercise." He nonchalantly gestured toward Kurt, still out cold on the floor.
"Of course." Colin nodded. "Follow me." Without paying any attention to Kurt, he led his rescuer toward the kitchen.
One of the few things Colin appreciated in his father, was the habit of keeping the refrigerator well filled. Angel enjoyed a mix of lemonade and orange juice, sitting before his friend at the big table. Colin admired the blond teen while he relaxed on the chair, stretching and flexing his thin body.
"I know what you're thinking." Angel snickered, with his lips still on the glass.
"Oh?" the other gulped.
His friend placed the lemonade on the table. "You wonder: how can such a small guy like me to be able to kick butt so well?"
Colin chuckled nervously, nodding.
Angel leaned back and crossed his legs, giving him a good view of his socked feet, while flexing his toes inside his red socks. That view stirred something inside Colin, who stiffened, glancing at those powerful extremities with some fascination, before raising his gaze. The other noticed that, but decided to ignore that... for now.
"It's pretty simple, actually." The blondie started his explanation. "I come from a family of fighters who, since early childhood, train themselves to be stronger than others, both physically and mentally. It's a tradition that dates back to Medieval Times; my ancestors were mercenaries who earned riches and honors by fighting. Even in more recent times, even after moving to the United States, we have always founded our living onto our combat skills, in one way or another: the main resources of my family lies in Security and Bodyguarding services. Each single member of the family can be considered a fighting machine..." Then he concluded with a proud smile: "And in the family, I'm considered the best among my peers." He moved his feet again, and Colin swallowed some saliva.
"It's amazing." The taller teen said. "Why haven't you told me everything earlier?"
"We prefer to keep a low profile. Besides..." the blondie smirked. "Would you have ever believed what such a tiny, thin, delicate girly boy" his already high-pitched voice mockingly turned into a falsetto "is capable to do, if you had not witnessed it with your own eyes?"
Colin chuckled again. "Right. In fact, I have some troubles believing it even now." After they both laughed, he continued: "That's why I'd love to know more. What kind of martial art were you using? I must admit I'm no expert at all... The only thing I can say for sure, is that you kick well!"
"You bet!" his friend smiled proudly. He raised one leg, exposing his foot to Colin's scrutiny, once more flexing his toes... and once more causing his companion some excitement. "These feet are my main weapon, as you noticed. And regarding my fighting style, you won't find anything resembling it in any manual."
"Oh! Your family's style, I suppose." Colin said.
"Exactly!" Angel confirmed. "We've blended elements from nearly all the fight techniques of the world, and created a very practical and useful form of combat."
The darkhaired teen smirked. "Well, your form looked fancy. Almost like a dance!"
"Guilty!" the blondie giggled. "You see, it's true that our style values leg work a lot; but it's just a basic code that must be personalized for each member..."
Colin commented: "That's the most logical thing to do, given that everyone has different abilities."
His friend nodded: "Gotcha again! In my case... My body is nimble and agile, and can perform feats that would be difficult for heavier persons; my relatives realized that since when I was in the crib, so I learned at the same time how to walk, dance..."
"And kick!" Colin concluded. "Maybe Capoeira, mixed with Tae Kwon Do and Muay Thai?"
"And Kick Boxing, and Karate, and Savate..." the blondie happily confirmed. "And whatever involves kicking. HIA HIA HIA!" He playfully kicked the air with his raised foot, and smirked maliciously, seeing his pal flinch.
Colin had been caught by surprise by the move, and was scared for a moment; but that brief fear had been oddly thrilling. Then he smiled. "But you also use some mix of Judo, Jujitsu, Aikido... and so on, right?" he asked, recalling how his pal had dodged Kurt's attack.
"Right!" Angel grinned widely. "Well... as a matter of fact, it would be hard to find a martial art I do NOT know anything of!"
Colin let that information sink into his mind, once more wondering if he was dreaming... Had he really befriended such a prodigy?
"Yes, it's all real!" the fighter's sweet voice said. When Colin gulped, Angel laughed: "You're pretty readable, you know?"
"Haha..." Colin's chuckle was anxious. "I think you don't dislike being admired!"
"Absolutely not!" Angel showed all his pearly white teeth in a beaming smile. "In fact I enjoy it a lot..." Moving fast, he pushed his chair closed to Colin's, and placed one red-socked foot on his shocked friend's lap. "And my feet do, too!" he added.
"Oh?" Colin blinked and blushed violently. Then, seeing Angel's grin, he thought: What have I gotten myself into?