Midnight Madness ( Cain/Open )

A rave, huh? Cain looked at the flier lazily, not really interested in these kind of stuff. However, it was on a Sunday. That meant that it was a no school day. And considering Cain had yet to find an underground fight club to waste time in, he pretty much was free on that day. The Junior looked at the flier once more and sighed. Well, might as well, right? Who knows, maybe something interesting would come up. At such places, there was always a chance of a brawl occurring. And that would make Cain's time there quite worthwhile indeed. As he sat in his classroom then, he heard the two guys in front of him talking.

"Hey, did you hear about the rave?"
"Yeah, you going?"
"Of course. And if I heard right, they're actually going to have some minor fighting tournament. Like one of those from Never Back Down."
"Oh, really? Haha, that'll be fun to watch, drunk people throwing fists at each other."

Chuckle emerged from the pair, but Cain reacted differently as he looked out the window with a wide smile on his face. They pretty much just gave him a big reason to be present at the party. With that in mind, he came upon a decision. Yeah, he was going to be there, definitely.

And Sunday came, the young Junior finding his way to the warehouse quite easily. He just had to follow the small groups of teenagers from his school. Clad in a black leather jacket, a white tank top and a pair of dark blue denim jeans, Cain made sure to make himself presentable for this rave. True, it was not something he was truly interested in, but since he was here, he might as well dress nice, right?

Like mentioned beforehand, you never know what could happen here.

The place was full of drunk teenagers bouncing to the beat that echoed through the walls of the empty warehouse. The place smelt of alcohol, sweat and vomit. Yes, there were already some teenagers who had their stomach surrender to the inevitable. Cain, however, was not that heavy a drinker. He had been here for quite a while, and he had just taken his first cup of beer. There seemed to be nothing else to drink here anyway. The Junior laid himself against the wall, happily sipping his alcoholic drink as he waited for the fights to start. An hour passed, though, and it seemed that it was never going to happen. Throwing aside the empty cup of beer, he let out a frustrated grunt. That was disappointing.

The number of teenagers did not seem to diminish. In fact, it only grew in numbers, and the smells of rave just got stronger. Hell, just a feet to his right, a pair of drunk teenagers were already making it out. A soft sigh escaped the Junior's lips. Yup, this had all the makings of a regrettable but unforgettable night.

Unable to find anything to interest him then, he left the warehouse by the side door and walked over to an empty patch of grass a short distance away. He could still hear the sounds of the party, and knew that if a fight started, he would be able to hear it from here. He knew how to differentiate such sounds from the others. The yells were more... Enraged.

Then, the side door slammed open, catching Cain's attention for a moment as he looked back, seeing a man drag a drunk girl outside. Cain let out a soft sigh, shaking his head. Teenagers. He looked away once more, not wanting to intrude their privacy. They must have left the warehouse for that reason, after all. However, it was not long before something felt off. Especially when the girl screamed.

Cain turned back to them, his hands emerging from the pockets of his leather jacket. Then, he saw the man slap the girl. And immediately, Cain knew something was up here. Hell, she looked worse than those drunk bitches in the warehouse. The heroic complex in Cain kicked in as he moved from his position, approaching the pair. The quick-footed Junior reached them soon enough as he grabbed the back of the boy's collar, pulling him back and away from the girl. Cain may not be known for his strength, but that did not mean that he was that weak.

"Hey, hey, what the fuck is going on here?"

Cain watched as the girl toppled to the ground. Drunk? No, she looked worse. Drugged, perhaps? Well, wasn't that dirty. And the crimson stain on her shirt only served to frustrate Cain even more. One of the reasons that he was as violent as he was, was because he hated bullies. True, he himself was a bully in a way, but he only came upon those who enjoyed taking advantage of others and those who thought themselves to be tougher than they were in reality. And this guy pretty much fit into both categories. Cain let his emerald eyes move from the girl to the man, one that Cain recognised to be from the football team. It was obvious, really. He was a much larger man than Cain was.

"Just having some fun. Why dont you mind your own business kid. Unless you want in on some action to. More than enough of that fine little ass to go around."

Cain's right fist clenched so tight that his knuckles turned white. This guy was honestly pissing him off. However, as much as Cain wanted to flare out at him, Cain knew that it would be hard. He was larger and thus was much stronger. Cain had only been able to pull him back as he had caught the man off-guard. And to make it worse, the larger male seemed to ignore Cain, despite that offer, as he walked past him and towards the girl, nudging her with his foot. Alright, that was the last straw. The man may be bigger and stronger, but there was one thing he was unable to match up to Cain with; other than his looks, of course. His speed.

The Junior flickered forward. He had been standing at the man's right side. And now, as he leapt past the man's back, he would stick out his right knee, driving it into the side of his lower ribs, which had been left open as the man crossed his arms over his chest. An open hit. And a lethal one at that. Cain may not be strong, but he knew just where and how to strike. The senior staggered to the side, a loud grunt escaping his lips. That knee strike had hit hard, perhaps cracking a few of his ribs. Perhaps.

"What the fuck?!"

The larger male doubled over, clutching at his right lower body, before looking back up at Cain. Bad choice. The Junior was already moving down upon him. And he was in the air too. At least, slightly. His left leg was stretched all the way up, the Junior turning in an anti-clockwise direction as he sent his left heel then driving downwards onto the back of the man's head. However, it seemed that the man had recovered. Well, understandable. He was a football player, after all. His hands went up, catching Cain's ax kick with much ease.

Oh, shit.

Cain then found himself being pulled off the ground and swung around like a rag doll, his back soon finding the wall of the warehouse then. His back bounced off the wall, but soon found it again as the man pinned him back on it with a left hand, his right hand reeled back. And he threw it forward, finding Cain's left cheek. That was going to leave a bruise. He reeled it back once more. However, this time, Cain was prepared. As he threw it forward, he leaned his head to the side, the fist brushing past him and finding the wall. A yelp escaped the senior's lips as he staggered back. NOW!

Cain pushed off the wall, taking into the air once more. This time, though, was a little different, as he snapped his right leg upwards, finding the underside of the man's chin, his head jerking backwards, the motion hard enough to daze him as he staggered backwards, blood trailing from his lips as some of his teeth had been knocked loose. Cain landed, watching as he fell on his back. He was still conscious, as evident from his groaning, but it did not seem like was going to get back up.

Now that he was taken care of, time to help the girl. He walked over to her, kneeling down by her side. Well, she was unconscious, that much Cain could tell. Whatever he had drugged her with, it was pretty strong. And her shoulder was bleeding a bit too. Cain glanced up, noticing the nail that stuck out from where she had been pinned against earlier. He gritted his teeth. He looked at her for a moment, before uttering a soft apology.

His hands reached forward then, ripping off the lower half of her shirt, making sure that it was a long strip of cloth. And with that, he proceeded to tie it around her wound. Cain was in the middle of a rave party. There was no proper medical supplies here, so Cain was going to have to get her somewhere where he could properly clean her up. With that, he removed his leather jacket and put it over his shoulders, letting the uninjured arm go into the sleeve to prevent it from falling off.

He reached towards her bottom then. No, he was not that kind of guy. He pulled out a wallet, searching through it. A couple of bucks, but no ID.

"Ah, great. I'm helping a stranger."

He sighed, before placing the wallet back in her pocket. Well, first thing's first, the wound. With that, he proceeded to place his arms under her upper body and legs, taking note to apply the proper pressure on her wounded shoulder. His home was not too far off, after all.

The rest would be summarised, as the partially drunk Cain brought the girl to his home, much due to the fact that he had no money to pay for the medical fees and also that they were both drunk teenagers. They could get arrested. Yeah. Once in their home, Cain would lay her down on his bed, remove the make-shift cloth, and wash her wound. Of course, he would have to take off her shirt to do just that, but let's keep that a secret, eh? After washing her wound, he would then place a proper bandage around her shoulder, before putting on her one of his tank tops. A white one too. What happened to her shirt? Well, Cain placed it at the base of the bed after cleaning it, just in case she still wanted a ripped shirt. You never know.

And a blanket was placed over her sleeping person as Cain then proceeded to tend to himself. He still had a bruised cheek, after all. Where would he be then? Well, he actually fell asleep by the base of the bed, a pack of ice beside him and a bruise on his right cheek.

The more uncomfortable your sleeping position is, the easier it would actually be to wake you up. However, Cain was slightly drunk that night, and the fact that he was tired after having tussled with a football player and carry a girl, despite how light she was, home only served to deepen his slumber. When she hit her head against the headboard, Cain was nudged to a subconscious state of slumber in that his mind was awake, but his body was asleep still, his eyes flickering open for a short brief moment before closing again. Yeah, he was that tired.

However, as she nudged the back of his head, Cain was finally awake, his head falling forward more than he would have liked as he let out a soft grunt. What the hell? As far as he knew, he was asleep in his room, supposedly alone as he was still recovering from exhaustion messing with his memory. He reached up with his right hand, clutching the back of his head as he turned around.

"What th-"

Cain turned to find himself looking at his bed. He was asleep off his bed? What the hell? And there, on his bed, sat a girl who looked completely miserable, causing Cain to widen his eyes slightly, the Junior as confused as he could ever be. However, he noticed soon enough at how familiar she looked and slowly, his memory came back to him. Ah, yes, the rave party last night, the football player, the alcohol, the supposed fights that Cain wanted to participate and finally, the drugged girl that he had brought home to tend.

"W..What ha...happened to me?"

She was crying? Well, understandable, as Cain thought hard upon it. Here she was, having recovered from unconscious, triggered by both drugs and alcohol, in a room unknown to her and in clothes stranger to her too. She was still wearing her leather pants, but the shirt that she wore was ripped at the base of her bed, and the boots near the entrance to Cain's apartment. He turned around, facing her completely but staying on his knees, placing his hands on the edge of the bed.

"Don't worry. I won't hurt you. Uhm, you don't remember much, do you?"

Cain sighed. Cain could not tell really if she could. She was crying, and there were plenty of reasons that she could be doing so. Whether she remembered or not, Cain knew that he would have to explain it to her anyway. Might as well get started now, right?

"Uhm, you were drunk at a rave party earlier and got dragged away by one of the Seniors and he was pretty much having his way with you. I tried to stop him, but you pretty much fainted after that. And you cut your shoulder too, so after I, uhm, took care of the guy-" Subconsciously, his left hand went up to the obvious bruise on his left cheek, before going back down as he realised what he was doing. "- I kinda used your shirt to bandage up your wounds, but it wasn't proper, so I kinda brought you back here, tended to the cut, yeah."

Well, that was done. Of course, he did leave out some details, like him taking off her shirt and replacing it with another one. It had been quite an awkward moment, after all. Cain was not used to taking care of other people, especially in the way he had done to her. As friendly as he was, there was actually a limit to how much he was willing to do. Apparently, alcohol was enough to bypass that limit. As weird as that sounded. Yeah.

"Uhm... You feeling better?"

Yeah, he finally asked.

Well, she didn't really answer his last question. However, from the way she seemed to have relaxed, Cain figured that she was feeling better. At least there was something to be relieved at. A soft sigh escaped Cain's lips, knowing then that the tension and mistrust she was feeling towards had lightened, even if just a bit. With that in mind, Cain knew he no longer had to hide behind the bed and was about to stand up when she moved towards him. Curious, he raised his head to look at her, watching as she leaned towards him with an arm raised.

And lightly, she touched the bruise. It should have been painful, but after spending an hour putting ice on it, the place had gone quite numb. However, that did not mean it was painless, as a soft hiss escaped his lips upon impact. Despite that, he did not jerk his head away, instead keeping his eyes locked onto hers. Then, he noticed that it was her wounded arm that she was moving. His eyebrows furrowed in worry.

"Sorry."

Uhm, sorry? Cain let one eyebrow raise as he looked at her, feeling quite awkward then. He was unsure really what she was saying sorry for, but due to its timing, he figured it was because of the touch of his bruise.

"Uhm, it's ok. I'm used to injuries like this."

"Thank you...."

"It's nothing. Now, just stay there and re-"

"I..I should..leave...I don't wanna bother you more than I have already."

"Hey, hey!"

Cain would leap up from his crouching position, sliding quickly over to her as she staggered to the side, finding support with the wall. Well, not for long, that is, until Cain moved forward, placing both hands on her shoulders and gently pulling her to him, letting her lean against his body if she wanted to. And she did, allowing Cain to hold her steady then and release some pressure on both her arms and her legs. He knew she was tired, just as he was. However, unlike him, she was recovering from the effects of the drug.

"Careful now. The drug apparently hasn't worn off. You'll have to lie down until it does."

Whether she listened to him or not, Cain would lead her back to the bed, letting her lie down with her own effort, but keeping his hands near just in case she lost her balance once more. He knew how it awkward it felt being taken care of, so Cain wanted to let her be comfortable at some point by letting her do some things herself too. Besides, Cain still felt awkward around her. They barely knew each other... Speaking of that.

"By the way, my name's Cain. Cain Aurelius."

He smiled as he sat himself down on the base of the bed, by her feet were she to lie down. He placed both elbows on his knees then as he leaned forward, his head tilted and his eyes looking into hers. It was only then was he able to get a good look at her face, for most of the time, he had only been focused on her welfare, and on his bruise. Now that she was lying down and resting once more, and the moon was shining through the window, Cain had a good look at her face. She had a tanned complexion and long brown hair, looking much like those exotic beauties people always talked about.

She was attractive, to say the least. Very attractive.

"Uhm, and don't worry about it. You weren't a bother. And you aren't going to be. Just passing out a helping hand, that's all. Now, stay put, alright? Imma go get a glass of water."

And with a grunt, Cain got back up onto his feet, the vocal expression indicating how exhausted he was. As light as she was, Cain did not have much strength to boast with. He was much faster than he was stronger. Almost sluggishly, Cain paced forward towards the entrance of his room, opening it with his right hand.

"I'll leave the door open, so just call me if you need anything."

And without another word, he would proceed towards the kitchen, placing the bag of ice that he had picked up as he was leaving the room back into the fridge, before pouring out two glasses of water. One, he poured down in one go, and the other, he brought into the room. He had only been gone for like almost two minutes. Dragging himself back to her, he placed the glass of water on the night stand, beside the bed, before sitting himself back down to where he was earlier.

Zen Maddox, huh? Didn't sound local. And from her appearance, she didn't seem American either. Perhaps European, or South America, considering her skin color? Maybe. Whatever it was, Cain would find out sooner or later. Anyway, it was nice to know that he finally had a name to address her with. It was the first step, he figured. They weren't strangers anymore. He smiled, giving a nod to acknowledge her name as he turned his eyes away from her then, not wanting to make her feel any more uncomfortable than she already was. Or at least, he thought she was. He closed his eyes then, trying to sleep in that uncomfortable position, knowing that his back was going to kill him when he woke up.

However, his eyes would snap open as he felt something touch his wrist. He was wearing his white tank top then, and his denim jeans still, not having had the time to change his attire since coming home. He turned his head to look towards her, noticing as she tugged at his arm. Was she trying to get him to lay down with her? Cain's eyes widened slightly in surprise. And it was only ten minutes ago that she was trying her best to be as far away from him as possible. Cain was still thinking about it, when she finally said it.

"Please..."

Cain couldn't really reject her request now, could he? He sighed, nodding his head as he turned and pulled himself up to the side of the bed, onto the space that she had made for him. The bed was not really that big, perhaps enough for two people if they snuggled against each other. Or three, even. Well, this was awkward enough for Cain already. However, it seemed that she was far from over as she proceeded to squeeze into Cain's arm and lie her head on his chest. He looked at her, before succumbing to her request and his inner desires then, his hand coming around her body and placing itself upon her injured shoulder, being careful not to press down on it. He knew it could still potentially hurt, and the wound could open anytime.

Her hand would place itself on his stomach, and it would stay there idly on its own. At least, for a while, as Cain closed his eyes then, taking the next big risk as he grabbed her hand in his other hand, as if reassuring her that he was indeed there. To hell with it, if she was going to move like this, he might as well flow along, right? It was funny, really. It was their first time meeting, and yet they were acting as if they had known each other quite well for quite a time.

Cain then opened his eyes as he looked down upon her, his eyes however catching something of interest through the opening that her body caused upon the blanket, as he looked inside what was under it. His eyes widened slightly. She was not wearing any pants? His eyes moved to her.

"It is nice to meet you Cain...."
"It's nice to meet you too, Zen..."

He would reply softly as his hand, the one holding hers, came up to her chin, gently pushing it upwards so that their noses were pointing at the other. And he looked into her eyes, giving her a soft and hospital smile.

Her eyes, the color of them, it simply pulled Cain in. And he realised he could not explain why. They just did. Well, then again, the best attractions are those unexplained, right? Cain hoped that was the case here, for the awkwardness that he used to feel around her was getting replaced slowly by comfort. How she was doing it, it mattered not to him. What mattered was that she was slowly crawling her way into his heart, a place that had never been treaded before. Yes, Cain never had such a relationship with anyone before. He felt her thigh rub against his, and remembering that she wore no pants only served to cause Cain to blush slightly. Yup, you guessed it. The fight-loving and hyperactive boy was actually a shy little individual. Then, the hand that was on his chest moved up to his cheek, as his own free hand moved to her neck, cupping around it gently, as they almost kissed.

Her body warmth, his own person was enjoying it all. Her smile, her eyes, they seemed to find its way through his chest and into his heart. It was all so... Unusual. Then, she placed her face by his neck, her breathe coming down upon his neck, the warmth enough to send shivers down his spine. She was really finding his way to him, wasn't she? It was obvious that Cain did not have much experience in close proximity with girls, considering how shaky he was acting, but he tried to stay firm. Then, she said a few words that really sent Cain's heart into a rush.

"I am safe with you...."

He looked towards her, his body warming up considerably as he felt his heart beat hard against his chest. Did she actually say that? To a person she just met? Was she still drunk, or was she really meaning it? Well, either way, it had worked its magic on Cain.

"... Then I'll do my best to keep you safe."

She continued to move over him, every contact between their bodies sending jolts surging through his body. She was really doing well here, wasn't she? Cain turned to her then as she rested her face on his shoulder, leaning his head back so that he could get a proper look at her. At that, with his hand on her shoulder, he pulled her up slightly a little more as he looked deep into her eyes. Whether it was the alcohol leading him forward or something stronger, he could never understand then, as the Junior leaned his own head forward.

He closed his eyes, letting his body lead him for the next few moments then as after just a short moment of having to get to know each other, they actually moved up to first base. Yes, as Cain leaned forward, he let his lips touch hers. He knew that she had just went through such a thing, only the first one had been forced upon her and she may not have been comfortable with it.

Taking note of that, Cain made sure to be gentle and express more passion than lust as he slowly kissed her. With one hand around her shoulder to support her, he placed the other on her lower back, his fingers trailing across it gently, as if getting a feel of her body. And boy, was it lean. Cain could feel the muscle under the soft skin of her body.

And they still had their clothes on. No censorship just yet, people. Bear with me now.

Yes, he had taken the risk and had allowed himself to her lips, as he gently allowed his lips to grind against hers, being careful not to be too rough. At that moment, Cain allowed himself comfort in knowing that he was doing this to help her forget what had happened earlier. Of course, it may be something else. Something more special and stronger, but the events were unfolding themselves way too fast for the young Junior to contemplate. He literally had no time to think about what they were doing then. He was just letting his body and male instincts take over as he allowed her to feel as much pleasure was he was feeling then.

And fortunately for the boy, she returned his kiss. Cain was glad. At least now he knew that she was comfortable with it. He no longer had to worry about pushing her into something that she did not want to do; at least, not yet. Then again, it could just be the after-effects of the party that was driving the two into such a passionate drive. Though, such were things that Cain cared not about anymore. Here he was, making out with an incredibly hot girl, on his own bed. Those were the things that were in his head now.

Passion, lust, need; they had replaced the rational functions of Cain’s brain. Honestly, he had never felt like this before, so he was unsure of how to go with it. Hell, he was just going with the flow now, allowing himself to follow and attain whatever his body wanted. Yeah. It was all about what his body wanted now. And what his body wanted was her touch. She apparently read his mind as their lips parted, Cain’s eyes opening as they stared into her almond hues. He found himself being drawn into them completely, the Junior drowning himself in the beauty of her eyes. And then, her hand would slide down his body and reach into his shirt, the softness of her hands sending chills throughout his body as a soft and almost inaudible moan escaped his own lips.

Her touch was poison to him, it seemed, as it literally made Cain weak, the Junior finding it hard then to even keep up with her, his hand slowing to a stop. It was not long after did Cain snap back to reality as Zen’s lips found his once more. Her thigh continued to rub against his, as he felt an unusual amount of heat generate at his waist. Yup, you can only guess what it was. However, his jeans seemed fitting enough, and it held it down. Censored, still, of course.

Cain’s lips would stay on hers for long, however, as he trailed down then, his lips leaving saliva upon her chin, his neck straining as much as he could. His lips made their way down past her chin, onto her throat, before sliding to the side as they came upon the side of her neck, the young male brushing his lips against her flesh there, before biting her neck through his lips; that is, he placed his lips between his teeth and the skin of her neck. And no, it was not just one bite, no. Cain would plant a handful and on different parts on that side of the neck too, as both of his hands then would trail down her back, pressing through the fabric of the shirt she wore, before sliding in from the bottom. He would then slide them upwards, the shirt folding up to reveal her lower stomach, Cain’s fingers indulging themselves then with her soft skin and firm body.

You really had to wonder what would happen in the future now, wouldn’t you? Well, it was evident what was going to happen for the rest of the night, though a few bumps would be experienced, due to her shoulder. The referenced future would be the next morning, when the two would wake up and find themselves in the arms of a stranger. Would the feelings they had experienced that night continue on and allow something special to develop between the two of them, or would the innocent rationality of teenagers return to claim them and drag them apart momentarily, forcing them to refer to the experience as a ‘one night stand’? Yeah, you really had to wonder.