Sky wasn't done with him after the first couple of hits, but he took a moment to step back at look at the state Alex was in. Looking him up and down, he didn't wait another moment before hitting him in the stomach again. "Cmon, you're giving me nothing. I thought you could do better than just take it." Skylar stated in a taunting way. "Oh, but you like taking it, don't you." Skylar said, again in that same taunting tone. Chuckling a bit, he stared down at Alex. A part of him wanted Alex to fight back, but he was also enjoying beating the shit out of him. Glancing down at his hands, both his knuckles were already bleeding. He could barely feel it, being in a fit of rage.

Alex had spent the entirety of his life submitting to people and forces stronger than himself. He had gotten used to bowing his head and taking whatever card was dealt to him without complaint. Perhaps that was the reason he hadn't attempted to do anything to defend himself or fight back. He could taste blood in his mouth, his face aching and burning painfully, but what worried him more was how his abdomen felt. It hurt... hurt so badly, tears blurred his vision, and he wasn't sure if he was going to pass out or vomit; neither seemed preferable in this situation. Through tear-filled eyes, he looked up at Skylar as he spoke, listening to his taunting words before he looked away, trying to stand up from where he'd found he'd collapsed to his knees after that last punch to the gut. "Shut up!" He demanded, shame, anger, and the painful sting of humiliation in his voice.

Sky shook his head with a smug look on his face. "Nah, I don't think I will!" Sky said, his words gradually increasing in volume. Grabbing Alex as he spoke, he picked him up high enough to knee him in the gut. "You're taking it so well." Skylar teased, letting go of Alex immediately after kneeing him, letting him fall to the ground. Staring down at the downed male, he smirked. Now, Sky didn't have any shoes on, so he didn't really want to kick him without shoes. It was tempting, but it wouldn't hurt as much, and what's the fun in that? Maybe just for the fun of it, he'd go inside for a sec and slip some on. Nah, too much work.

Alex wasn't sure where his shoes or his backpack had gone, only that, as he was kneeling and dropped to the ground, he could feel the concrete beneath his palms as he attempted to keep from collapsing completely. He was already appearing as nothing more than a pathetic loser; he didn't want to make it worse. After a few moments, once he regained his air, he moved to try struggling to his feet, his blue hues raising to meet Skylar's green eyes as he did so. He kept one hand wrapped protectively around his sore abdomen as he did so; his other was curled into a tight fist. As if it could get any worse... he thought to himself as he took in that smug smirk on Skylar's face. He was enjoying this, and that.... that both hurt and infuriated Alex. "Go fuck yourself, Skylar." He snapped coldly as he looked at him, lifting a hand to wipe some of the blood from his mouth as he glared at him.

((This is so shit... sorry.... >.>))

Staring down at Alex, his smug smirk only grew at Alex's words. "Gladly." Sky spoke coldly. "You're nothing but a pathetic loser Alex." Skylar said, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling him mere inches away from his face. He knew he'd regret saying that once he sobered up, but he couldn't care less at the moment, clearly. "You just do whatever your daddy says." Skylar then said, still holding Alex by his hair. Apart from the fact that Sky was so infuriated with Alex, he couldn't ignore the fact that Alex looked unbelievably hot. Him being so pathetic and bloody did things to Sky, but he couldn't let himself fold, not yet. Letting go of Alex's hair, he found himself going for his neck, wrapping one hand around it. He squeezed hard, but not hard enough to choke him.

Alex wasn't sure what Skylar was smirking about... hated seeing it on his face when it was born of cruelty as this one was. He flinched under the weight of Skylar's words, each of them striking with the same force as the punches he'd received only moments before. This time, though, it was his heart, not his body, that was the victim. He had no right... No right to say what he did. Damn him... And yet what he was saying was true; they were the same words that he'd been telling himself for a while now, words that had quieted when he was with Skylar, but had become louder after last night. When his hair was grabbed and he was yanked forward toward him, Alex drew in a sharp breath. It hurt, but not nearly as badly as his ribs and his face did. "What other choice do I have?!" He asked coldly despite the pain as he glowered at Skylar. "It's not like I can rely on you for help..." He snapped only to stiffen, his eyes widening in surprise when Skylar's hand found his neck and squeezed, hard enough to make sure he knew the strength in that grasp and yet not hard enough to cut off his air entirely. Instinct seemed to take over then, and he was moving to grab at Skylar's hand and then try and yank it away from his neck.

Sky cocked his head to the side when Alex finally grabbed him. A big smirk rose on his face. Finally, the fun was starting. Sky kept his grip on Alex's neck, slightly tightening it. He then brought his free hand up to try and pry Alex's hands off his. Looking down at him, the smirk never left his face. He was enjoying this 100x more in ways he couldn't explain. Then, slowly, he gradually increased how tightly he was gripping. Being outside started to feel a little risky, so Sky slowly turned them around and pushed Alex inside the house, where nobody could help him. It was a little evil of him to do, but he wasn't planning on killing him. He just wanted to have a little fun.

Alex stiffened when he felt Skylar tighten the grip he had on his neck a little further. Air was already a difficult thing to come by with his stomach and ribs as sore as they were, and now he had pressure against his neck that increased the struggle. It wasn't so bad, though that he couldn't breathe.... at least not yet, but seeing that smirk on Skylar's face and then feeling how he was turning them around and all but pushing him back inside, had a spark of fear shooting through him. He'd never seen Skylar like this, hadn't ever even considered the idea that Sky was capable of hurting him the way he was, and yet here they were. "Let go..." He struggled, tightening his grip on Skylar's hand even as he attempted to pry it off. His heart was racing, pounding in a panicked and furious rhythm that he had no doubt Sky could feel.

Sky chuckled a bit at Alex's struggle. Once he managed to shut the door, he pushed him up against the nearest wall. "Aw, but what's the fun in that baby?" Skylar teased, his voice low. "How much can you take?" Sky asked, his voice just above a whisper. Slowly, he began to squeeze harder. Confident in his strength since Alex was probably a bit worn out, he lowered his one hand that wasn't choking him. He slid it down to Alex's waist, pushing him further against the wall, holding him in place. Licking his lips, he parted them slightly as he took in everything he was seeing.

Alex felt panic shoot through him when he was inside, the door firmly shutting the world out. He stumbled back, slamming against the wall as he was pushed up against it. His eyes widened in surprise as he looked at Skylar, listening to him. What was he planning on doing? The idea that Skylar was going to do more than he already had was an absolutely terrifying one. It was clear that despite his best efforts to get away, he wasn't going to be able to, at least not easily. "Stop..." He barely managed to choke out as Skylar squeezed harder, his ability to draw in breath decreasing as he did so. In response, he gripped Skylar's hand tighter, trying to pull it away, and when that proved ineffective, he moved to try and hit at his fore arm to get him to let go, or at the very least loosen his grip. So focused was Alex on the fact that he could hardly breathe that he hadn't been aware of where Sky's other hand had moved to until he felt it against his waist as he pushed harder against the wall. His eyes widened at that, and he found himself freezing, looking at Skylar in shock, hurt, and fear.