1Winner Takes All

No. It couldn't be. He looked again. But there it was. It. Him. Dom. Leering at him. Brian looked away, back to the wreck between them, evidence of Tran's hospitality. He shook his head and let out a short breath. Such a waste. He looked back to Dom, and quickly looked away. Shit. That look. The damage was done. It wasn't anger, per se, more akin to...appraisal? Amusement? What the hell was that look?

"What the hell was that?" Brian asked, relieved it was a blanket question and not the specific one in his mind. Dom's lips quirked, something that most definitely showed amusement. He started to walk and Brian stared at his back. Dom continued and Brian jogged up next to him.

"Johnny Tran. Not particularly fond of me." Brian looked confused. Shit. Come back to the conversation. Was this a test? A set-up? What the fuck was going on? He vocalized what he could.

"So...my car...-"

"-My car, the car you owe me. Yes." Dom interrupted.

"Shit. Still owe you a ten-second car?" Brian wasn't too shocked. He hadn't really thought Dom would have been compassionate or merciful, or forget a debt that large. The man had his priorities.

"You didn't think I'd let a car like that go, did you?" Brian shook his head and grinned.

"Not really, no." Dom laughed now. They walked in silence. Brian glanced at Dom, wondering how the hell was he going to get another car. "When do you need it?"

"What?" Dom looked startled out of his thoughts.

"The car. Like, tomorrow, next week, next month?"

"The car. Better make it as soon as possible." Dom stared at Brian. Brian glanced up at him. He regretted it while looking away quickly. So it was back to the leering. "Wouldn't want anything bad to come of a late car." Brian looked up.

"No, of course not." Brian groaned inwardly. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. It was a long walk home.

"Brian, do you remember hearing me say, 'Winner takes all'?" Dom asked. Brian was confused, startled. What was Dom playing at?

"Yeah, before I jumped in with my pink slip I heard you say it." Brian answered. Dom was silent as they walked. Brian finally couldn't take it. He looked at Dom who was, again, leering at him. Fucckk! "Um, why?"

"Do you understand it?" Okay. Now Brian was worried.

"Uh, yeah. Winner takes all, everything to them, no matter what. Right?" Brian was now scared. He assessed his situation. He was fast, but somehow he guessed Dom was faster if the situation called for it. This was feeling pretty bad. Could Dom have already figured Brian out? What the hell?

"Where are you from Brian?"

"What?"

"Don't play me. I know you're not from here, and I know you didn't grow up racing. You wouldn't have entered tonight if you had."

"Look Dom-I really don't see how that's any of your concern!" Brian heard his tone, knew he was getting angry even as he told himself it was the worst possible move right now.

"Brian, that's where you're wrong. You are most definitely my concern after I won that race. Not only do you owe me a car-" Dom stopped and Brian studied his face while trying to check his anger. Dom's face was calm, sure, and even pleased.

"Right now I'm searching for patience, what the fuck are you playing at?" Brian's mind was gone. He blindly yelled at Dom. It was when he heard Dom laughing that he lost it. He swung at Dom, who caught Brian's fist in his hand and pulled it up and behind him as he spun him around. Brian let out a low shout of pain as Dom grasped both his arms together behind his back and pushed him against the wall. Brian had enough time to curse his loss of control, mentally and physically, before Dom spoke.

"Brian. I've never seen anyone like you try to break into my world. Honestly, I thought you were smarter than this. You're much too pretty for my world." Dom pressed a knee up in between Brian's legs and his breath quickened. He could just see Dom's eyes, his face near his right shoulder, Brian turned with his left cheek against the wall. He struggled against the intrusion and whimpered as he felt the knee against his balls. Brian could just make out the hint of a smile from what he could see of Dom's face. "As I was saying. I thought you were smarter than this. Going into a race with tonight's crowd and not understanding what you were doing, what you were offering, was damn stupid. As a rule, most don't claim all their winnings, we all know each other; we've established order, ties, friendships even. But fresh meat...you Brian, are more of a treat than anyone at that race could have hoped for." Dom's knee increased its pressure and Brian felt one hand leave his, but Dom's other was still tightly holding Brian's wrists.

Brian's breath hitched and his mind scrambled to process what was going on. A million different aspects of his training filled his head, but nothing came to him now. Each seemed as futile as the one before it. The pain had settled in his gut, and it was growing in intensity. He wanted to close his eyes, escape, but he couldn't look away from what little he could see of Dom's face. Some part of his mind was holding onto the illusion that this wasn't happening. How could he have let this happen? How could they have missed something like this in all their prep work? Was Dom making it up? Nothing could be done to get out of this now, especially without blowing his cover. Dom wasn't letting up, and Brian couldn't possibly overpower him. He was fucked.

Dom's hand came up to twist in his hair finally, and Brian growled. Dom laughed and dropped his hand, running it down Brian's back, feeling and admiring the musculature. Brian thrashed against his captor.

"Dominic listen-I don't know what you think I owe you-please just let me go, you don't have to do this!" Brian guessed, and hoped, that words were his best bet to getting out of this. Dom's hand stilled and Brian felt a flicker of hope.

"And you beg too. Hector would have loved you. Edwin would simply have gagged you after he was finished with your mouth, those perfect lips, so he wouldn't have even had a chance to hear you beg." Dom paused. Brian closed his eyes, resolved to his fate, and held his breath for Dom to continue. Even if he was making it up, Brian couldn't possibly get away. Dominic had won, and he knew it. "And I don't think, I know you owe me whatever I choose to do to you. Unwritten law Brian. Guess it didn't come up in conversation at the shop, huh?" Brian groaned, shameless, and thought about begging again. "Nice Brian, very nice." Brian wasn't sure whether Dom meant the groan or his findings as the hand gripped his ass. Brian gasped.

"Please," Brian was panicked. A million scenarios had been laid before him in preparation for his undercover assignment, but never...He couldn't handle it. Wouldn't handle it. He had to get Dom talking again.

"What the hell made you do it Brian?" Brian didn't answer. Dom's knee gave a sharp jerk and Brian almost screamed.

"I-I thought I would win!" He gasped through the pain.

"Against me? All those people laughing at you Brian. And now you know why." Dominic's hand released his ass, and Brian worried where it would land next. It surprised him by gently rubbing his arm as the knee let up and relieved pressure. Brian took a deep breath. Not enough for him to get free of Dom, but soon. "Do you understand Brian? Brian! Do you understand?"

"What?"

"Everyone wanted to win that race-just so they could take you! You were a fool Brian, an innocent, naive fool. Who can't afford to lose any more races." Brian blinked at this. "Hector almost killed one of his winnings once. Edwin, well, Edwin has been known to let his friends clean up his scraps, if you know what I mean. The others, well, less violent, but painful, humiliating, violating none the less. Don't ever let on that I didn't fuck you Brian." Dom removed his knee and took a step back. Brian's breathing slowed as he stepped away from the wall.