A/N- This story is for .Hybrid Dialect. and her crazy enjoyment of my tales in the adventures of beating Mike. She chose the abuser in this story not me so yell at her. I hope you all enjoy. No Beta so mistakes are mine. Sorry.

Disclaimer- We all know Mike would never let Ryu beat him so this must be fake.

Sounds of an abusive relationship

His heart thumping in his ears.

Mike stayed as quiet as he could. He held his knees and pushed himself against the wall. Maybe if he pushed hard enough he could make himself disappear.

Doors slamming shut.

Mike flinched each time the wooden slabs came in contact roughly with their frames. Was it just him or was each one getting louder?

Splintering wood from heavy footsteps.

Mike held his breath as the sounds echoed through the house as Ryu descended the stairs. If Mike thought about it, he could almost feel the anger in each step Ryu took.

Shattering glass and loud cursing

Ryu had hit the table in the hallway. That meant he was getting close. Mike closed his eyes and rested his forehead against his knees in his last ditch effort to avoid the inevitable.

Silence

The footsteps stopped. Ryu was outside the door now. Mike wasn't breathing and he felt the burning in his lungs. Maybe if he passed out it wouldn't happen again. Or at least he wouldn't have to be awake while he went through it.

The click of the turning doorknob.

This was it. Tears pricked at his eyes and he shut his eyes tighter to try and stop them. Crying was childish, a sign of weakness and unacceptable.

A demeaning, sarcastically sweet tone

"There you are sweetheart. Daddy's been looking everywhere for you." Ryu smiled down at him with his hands on his hips, tapping one foot like his mother used to. He reached down and picked Mike up by the collar of his tee- shirt.

A whimper

Mike let it slip as the rough cloth dug into the back of his neck. Raking over old wounds. Binging blood to the surface to stain yet another shirt collar crimson. Ryu dragged him up the stairs and into the bedroom.

Creaking Metal

The cold metal frame protested as Mike landed on the bed with a bounce. Ryu climbed on top of him, pinning him against ths soft flannel sheets.

Ripping fabric

Ryu isn't patient and doesn’t have time to properly take off Mike's clothes so instead he grabs the shirt in both hands and pulls as hard as he can, throwing the torn pieces on the ground before pulling his pants down without bothering to unzip or unbutton them. The force creates a gash in Mike's stomach and bruises to form on his hips.

The hollow rolling of the desk drawer glides

Ryu opens it and fishes around for his desired items. He ties Mike's hands to the head board tight enough that the twine is ripping into his already torn flesh. Ryu covers his eyes with the blindfold, some of Mike's hair being caught in the knot.

The sharp smack of skin hitting skin

Ryu backhanded him several times. Mike's head snapped one way then forcefully went the other way. His cheeks burnt and tingled. He hoped the cloth was thick enough to absorb his salty tears.

Cracking bone

His cheek was broke and there would surly be a bruise. He bit his lip hard to stop the outcry, drawing blood out to adorn his tongue and swollen lips.

Cracking leather

The whip stung as it hit his soft flesh. He had been too busy worrying about his cheek and what to tell the guys when they asked tomorrow, to even notice him getting of the bed let alone digging in the closet. He bit harder into his lip, practically drinking down the blood he was spilling.

Mocking laughter

Ryu laughed as he struck him over and over again. Breaking the tan flesh of his chest and abdomen. Mike tried his absolute hardest to lay still and not cry and had Ryu not stopped when he did, Mike knew he would have lost the battle.

Tearing flesh

So maybe he couldn't really hear it but when Ryu trust into him hard and dry the sensitive skin of his opening split and bled much like the skin on his wrists as he fought against his restraints. He couldn't contain the yelp of pain and Ryu punched him hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

The repetitive thud of bedposts hitting drywall.

Ryu fucked him as hard and as fast as he could get his body to thrust. The burning spread through Mike's entire body. Mike was sure his insides were cut to shreds. Mike was suffocating on the stale air around him and he silently prayed that maybe this time he would just stop breathing and it would all be over.

A soft sloping

The blood seeping from Mike's wounds was mushed between their bodies as Ryu leaned down close to him.

Husky panting

Ryu was greatly enjoying himself as he caused as much pain as he could. He changed his angel several times stretching Mike till he couldn't be stretched anymore as the taut flesh ripped more. Mike clenched his muscles around Ryu trying to get him to cum faster so he would stop and go shower.

A content moan

Ryu came hard into Mike, mixing in with his blood causing the burning inside him to intensify. He pulled out rather harshly of Mike's sensitive insides causing a pinkish mix of blood and semen to seep out with it, pooling on the dark sheets.

A disgusted sigh

Ryu looks upon the pathetic, broken form on the bed, bleeding, trembling and crying. He rolled his eyes as he untied one of Mike's hands.

An unloving and unapologetic command

"Clean yourself up and get new bed sheets" before he walked off to the bathroom to shower.

The shallow spray of water droplets hitting porcelain

Mike lets his tears flow freely now as he sits on the bed and cries in his hands. He doesn’t even remember how it got this bad. One minute they are lying in each others arms kissing and hugging and the next he can't even turn around without Ryu beating him for something he did wrong.

The startling skreak of the phone

Mike picks it up quickly, hoping Ryu didn't hear it.

A pitiful sniffle and a depressed 'Hello'

The accusing tone of his best friend as he can tell again what happened

The not convincing assurance that everything is fine

The stern yet pleading reasoning that it's time to just pick up and leave

The dejected and unemotional 'ok'

The hopeful and joyful 'Be there in five'

The screaming voice in the back of his head that tells Mike 'you know you'll be back'

A/N-For the record Mike could totally kick Ryu's ass. That aside, I actually really enjoy this story and I hope you guys do to. I may leave it a standalone I may add more, I guess it all depends on what you guys think.