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Angle. Trap. Target. Shoot.
The score board lights up the room as the ball whizzes past Blue Lock Man. Isagi kneels down, catching his breath. It's sometime past one, he notices. He's been here a couple hours. He rolls his shoulders, still too restless to call it quits.
He lifts up two fingers, a ball shoots out from the opposite wall.
Angle. Trap. Target. Shoot.
The ball bounces off the pole. Fuck.
It stops halfway towards him, and he takes a moment to stare at his fuckup. He rubs his temple, tries to breathe in and out, but it just pisses him off even more.
"You play like shit."
Isagi tenses up. His flight or fight instincts kick in and he whips himself around. His eyes make contact with Kaisers, who, for some reason, is standing right fucking there.
"What do you want," Isagi asks.
Kaiser scoffs. "As if i'd want anything from you." Kaiser glances past him, gives the sign and a ball lands perfectly trapped under his foot. He ignores the look Isagi gives him. He doesn't elaborate.
Isagi puts up his hands and sighs. "Fine, whatever." He turns around to face the goal once more, trying to ignore the hostile feel radiating at his back.
He doesn't even get one second before he gets smashed on the side of his head. He falls on the ground, vision blurry. A ball bounces past him and he feels his fist clenching on the ground. Anger fills him, pouring out of every surface of his body. He glances at Kaiser.
Kaiser just stares at him. "You're in my way," he deadpans. He can't deny that he feels just the tiniest bit of pleasure from watching the other boys shoulders tense up. Isagi's easy to rile up when it comes to football. It's the only thing that gets him on edge.
Isagi turns around and stalks towards him. His expression is unreadable, dark stormy eyes locked onto Kaiser's own. Isagi has his fists balled up tightly by his sides. He looks pissed. Kaiser's unimpressed. He already knows how this will go.
Isagi's gonna bitch him out. He's gonna make some threating gestures. Maybe he'll put his hands on Kaiser, push him backwards. He meets Isagi's eyes and has to stifle back a grin. Shit, it's almost amusing
What he wasn't expecting was for Isagi to hook him in the face. Hard. His head snaps sideways, droplets of blood spilling from his lips onto the field. His cheek is throbbing. In that moment, Kaiser saw red.
He narrowly avoids an uppercut before he grabs Isagi and crashes him into the wall. Isagi winces when his head bounces off the hard stone brick. His gaze hasn't softened at all. He looks at Kaiser with murder in his eyes.
Kaiser pulls him towards him slightly and slams him back into the wall. He growls, "I'll fuck you up."
"Like you fucked up last match?"
Kaiser's gonna kill him. He throws a punch, but Isagi moves his head, making him smash his fist into the hard stone. "That's why you're here, aren't you?" Isagi continues, voice filled with loathing. "Trying train away your failure? Well newsflash asshole, you're too fucking late."
Isagi drops down out of his grip and uses his body weight to drive Kaiser backwards. They both crash onto the ground, Isagi falling on top of him. Isagi lands a punch on his jaw that temporarily leaves him reeling. Kaiser bucks his hips and manages to throw him off balance. He smashes his fist into Isagi's face and drives him down onto the ground.
Kaiser grabs his arm and twists it into the small of his back. He leans over him. "I can't fucking stand you."
Isagi looks at him from over his shoulder. His words strain from his mouth. "Likewise, dickhead."
His whole body is plastered against Isagi's back like a cage. A hand shoots out and fists the hairs in the nape of Isagi's neck, pulling back sharply. Isagi winces.
"Hey! Knock it off!"
Kaiser ignores him. His other hand keeps twisting his arm the wrong direction. Isagi can't help it, he cries out. Kaiser's lips ghost over his ear.
"I'm gonna break every bone in your body." he snarls. "I'm gonna make you crawl to your own grave. You'll never play again."
Isagi huffs out a laugh. "Empty threats when you only talk shit." His movements become more erratic as he tries to jerk out of Kaiser's grip.
Kaiser lets go of his hair, moving his hand to grip his waist and stop him from thrashing out of his hold when he felt pain explode across his face. His hands left Isagi's body, cupping over the blood flowing out of his nose.
He looks up to see Isagi smirking, feeling very fucking satisfied with himself. The back of his hair is coated with Kaiser's blood.
"You're losing your touch, Emperor."
The noise Kaiser makes is animalistic. He pushes himself up and advances on Isagi. He feints a punch and instead kicks Isagi back into the wall. He slams his hands on either side of his head. Isagi fists his hands into Kaisers shirt and pulls him down to his level. Through gritted teeth, "You're pathetic Kaiser. You're washed up. I'll surpass you and you know it."
Kaiser pulls Isagi closer. His breath fans across his face. He snaps, "I'm going to destroy you."
Isagi had this insane look in his eyes, the one he normally only gets during a match. He looks manic, his pupils are blown. The corners of his lips are quircked up, almost as if he's enjoying this. He leans into him untill their foreheads are touching, never breaking eye contact. "I'd love to see you try,'' he says and Kaiser loses it.
He grabs Isagi's jaw between his hands and smashes their lips together. Their tongues clash instantly. Isagi moans. He kisses like he's drowning.
Kaiser hands move from the wall to run his hands down Isagi's body. His hands find their way under Isagi's tight training shirt. He grips his waist, hopes the shape of his hands will leave marks on his skin. Isagi responds by yanking his head to the side and biting down on his neck. Kaiser feels skin break and a moan rips away from his throat. Isagi's lips shape into a slight smile.
Kaiser shoves a leg between Isagi's thighs as a warning. Isagi groans and drops his head against his shoulder. He grinds down on Kaiser, the pressure makes his head spin. He feels Kaiser's hands make his way up his shirt, groping roughly at every part of naked skin he can get, before he hears the fabric being torn off his body.
"Kaiser, what the f— Mhm!?"
Kaiser shoves his tongue in his mouth and throws away the rags that were Isagi's shirt. He breaks away for a second. "Shut up," he says, before stripping off his own shirt and attacking Isagi's mouth again.
He's all sharp edges and teeth. Kaiser crowds him, pressing him against the wall. They're skin to skin, the hands gripping his waist move down to squeeze his ass from under his shorts.
Isagi feels Kaiser's hard bulge grind against him. Kaiser's mouth is burning against his own. Their lips leave each other before locking together again. He feels intoxicated by Kaiser's touch.
He rougly pushes against his shoulders and flips them around. Kaiser's hands firmly grab his shoulders, neither pulling nor pushing him away. Isagi starts at the hollow of his throat, marking his way down. His hand make is rubbing against Kaiser's dick through his training shorts. He takes Kaiser's nipple into his mouth before biting down. Kaiser gasps before letting out a moan. Isagi glances up. Kaiser is flushed red and breathing heavy.
He straightens up slowly, his gaze flickering from Kaiser’s lips to his eyes and back. He runs his nails along neck. "All bark no bite then?" Isagi teases, his tone venomous. Kaiser snarls.
He knees him in the side, knocking the breath out of the other boy. He advances, tries to trap Isagi's wrist in his hands, but Isagi avoids his grip. He wraps his arms around Kaiser's neck and roughly pulls him to the side, aiming to throw off his balance.
They struggle against each other. He notices too late that Isagi has his leg hooked behind his ankle.
Kaiser's back slams against the floor. His head is still spinning when Isagi pins his wrists beneath his knees. Isagi’s sitting on his chest, he hooks his fingers on the edges of his briefs and pulls them down. He’s already so fucking wet, the power struggle caused a rush of heat to spread all over his body.
He forces Kaiser's face up against his cunt. "Be good for me now," Isagi says. His voice is dripping with sarcasm. The grip Isagi has on Kaiser’s hair traps him between the younger boys thighs.
Kaiser's tongue runs through his folds, slowly exploring. The taste of him shoots directly to Kaiser's groin. Isagi drags his head up so his tongue flicking over his clit instead. He groans, hands clenching in those blonde locks. Kaiser moans, he's under his mercy now.
Isagi grinds down, riding his face. He moans, his hips turning circles while chasing his high.
"Fuck, fuck! You belong there, don't you? Eating me out so good. Wanna fuck your face till you can no longer breathe."
He throws his head back, grinding down on the tongue lapping up his clit. "Shit!" He thrusts his hips, fucking Kaiser's face. He spreads his legs wider, inadvertently freeing Kaiser's arm from his grip. The hands shoot to his thighs, clawing at him. The pain just turns him on even more.
He rocks his sex against Kaiser's mouth, his lips, his tongue. He's fucking dripping. Kaiser shoves his tongue deep inside before him teasing up his clit again. He looks down at the icy blue eyes beneath him. Kaiser looks like he wants to wreck him. Isagi forces his clit into his mouth, and Kaiser, thank god, gets the picture and sucks.
Isagi's eyes glaze over, breathy gasps and moans spilling from his mouth. His legs lock around Kaiser's head and he's pulling so hard on the blonde's hair that tears appear in the corner of his eyes. He grinds down onto his face, riding out the pleasure. Lightheaded, his body is no longer under his control. Kaiser's hands, previously clawing at his thighs, suddenly work their way beneath them. Isagi's eyes widen and he knows he's fucked.
Kaiser throws him off of him and slams him hard onto the ground. His breath gets knocked out of him, and was the ceiling always spinning like this? Fuck. He has to focus. He gets on his knees, tries to stand up but his legs are disconnected from his fucking brain. He hasn't crawled even half a meter away before he feels a hand wrap tightly around his ankle.
"Oh no you don't."
His arms give out under his body. Kaiser pulls him harshly back towards him, leaving his face to drag across the floor. He avoids Isagi's legs kicking backwards at him and drags him up to his knees by a fistful of hair. Isagi cries out at the sharp pain and claws at the wrist holding him up.
"Didn't take you for a coward."
Isagi grits his teeth. "Fuck you, Kaiser. Nnh!" The hand gripping his hair tightens even more. He swears he can feel Kaiser ripping out strands from his skull.
His back is slotted against against Kaiser's front. His dick is grinding on his ass. Isagi hisses, if Kaiser has his way with him he might actually die. Kaiser's tattooed bicep wraps around his throat, pinning him to the older boys chest. The hand gripping his hair moves down his toned stomache to rub his clit instead. Isagi chokes on his breath before he can wail out in protest. It's too much, too soon.
"N-no wait—!"
"Don't be a bitch."
Kaiser's breath feels hot against his temple. Isagi's body convulses. The pleasure has long since left the room to make way for the pain. Kaiser rubs his fingers through his folds, before coming back up to roughly grind down on his clit. He's tense, overwhelmed, he's pretty sure there are tears making his way down his face. Fuck, he's never living that down. He claws at the arm restricting him and leaves small red welts behind.
"You won't be able to walk when I'm done with you."
"Big words for a has-been striker." Isagi grits out.
Kaiser snarls. He shoves two fingers roughly into Isagi's wet cunt and Isagi makes a weak keening sound that shoots straight to Kaisers dick. His back arches, trying to get away from the stimulation but pushing back on Kaisers cock at the same time. Kaiser groans, fucking up into the friction.
He wastes no time pounding his fingers in and out of him, pressing the heel of his hand against his clit. His fingers are curled in just the right way to drive Isagi insane. He feels like heaven, all wet and tight. Kaiser's gonna ruin him.
Slick noises fill the air. He moves his fingers faster and deeper while Isagi thrashes against him. He grinds against Isagi, borderline addicted. "You're such a fucking slut," he says. And he feels Isagi's breath hitch and his hole tighten around his fingers. Kaiser smirks. Oh?
Isagi's whole body locks up as he cums. Sticky fluid spills out from between Kaisers fingers, onto the floor. He's shaking. He sinks his teeth into Kaiser's arm to muffle his moans, leaving deep red bite marks behind.
Kaisers hands leave his body, leaving him to fall forward. He barely catches himself on his hands and presses his forehead to the cool floor, heaving and gasping. He hears the rustling of fabric behind him and then, the nudge of Kaiser's cock rubbing against his folds. His eyes widen and he aims a wild elbow backwards. He feels a connection with bone and a yelp escapes Kaiser's mouth.
The corner of his lips raise into a smirk, even though it's shortlived as Kaiser traps his wrist into the small of his back. He slaps his ass hard enough to make him wince.
"You're gonna regret that." he hisses.
Kaiser shoves his dick into Isagi's tight, wet heat. Isagi makes a strangled noise, his hands clenching into nothing. Kaiser moans and sets up a brutal pace. He looks down at the battered and bruised body beneath him, it's a fucking turn on. It's unfair. He despises Isagi, but that somehow makes him want him more.
"Is that, hah, is that all you got," Isagi says. His eyes are scrunched up and he's panting like a dog. Kaiser growls. He'll make him stop barking soon. He releases his wrist to hold Isagi's hips in a tight grip. He pounds into him with thoughtless abandon. There's sweat moving down his body, mixing in with the blood. Isagi cries out. He feels so full, Kaiser's cock stuffing him to the brim.
"F-fuck."
"Are you done whining." Kaiser pants, his voice strained. Isagi doesn't respond, but he takes out one hand from underneath him to throw Kaiser his middlefinger. He scoffs and wraps his arms around Isagi's middle, pressing his chest up against his back. Kaiser bites down on the shell of his ear and gets rewarded with a small moan.
Isagi feels so good beneath him, he feels heat in every part of his body. He's drunk of pain. He wants to fuck him into the ground untill he cries. He sucks a couple of bruises into the back of his neck for good measure.
He hears the Isagi's breath hitch everytime he plows into him. He sees the image of the other boy sobbing, calling out his name, clear as day in his mind. Fuck, he's getting close.
Kaiser pulls out, eliciting a confused whine from the boy under him. He grabs Isagi's ankles and flips him over. One hand goes over to Isagi's chest to keep him pinned to the ground, while the other guides his dick back into Isagi's tight heat. He wants to look at his face when he drives him over the edge.
Isagi's face is all red and splotchy. Tear tracks have dried on his face and his eyes are glassy. His mouth is hanging open, he keens when Kaiser bottoms out fully.
He rubs his thumb over Isagi's swollen clit and he feels Isagi's whole body shudder around him. He tries to pry Kaiser's hands away but Kaiser doesn't budge. "Hah, oh my god why, you're fucking killing me," he croaks out.
Kaiser responds, "Good." He leans over to bite along Isagi's collarbone. He wants to overwhelm him. Blur the lines between pleasure and pain.
He hikes Isagi's legs up above his hips so he can drive his cock deeper. His head is buried in the other boys neck, sucking bruises onto the skin. Isagi is digging his nails into his back and shoulders, moaning loudly. Kaiser feels the vibrations of the sound on his lips. He bites down on an empty patch of skin.
He grinds up into Isagi's cunt. He can feel his nails making ribbons from the skin of his back. He bends down to roughly capture those lips between his own. All he tastes is sweat and metal. He's gripping Isagi's waist till bruises form. He breaks off the kiss. A small string of pink tinged saliva stretches between before seperating.
Kaiser hovers over him. He lightly brushes a lock of hair from Isagi's face. He holds his gaze. Isagi's brows are furrowed, his lips still bleeding slightly from the rough treatment. Fuck, he's stupid pretty. Their lips almost brush "You gonna submit to me, Yoichi?" Kaiser murmurs.
Isagi spits in his face.
Pain explodes across Isagi's face as Kaiser slaps him. He sees stars. His cry of pain is muffled by the fingers being stuffed into his mouth. He tries to scream but he gets nothing past Kaiser's fingers.
"Bitch." Kaiser picks up his pace, thrusting harder into his cunt. His other hand is squeezing a bruise into Isagi's hip. "I should just gag you permanently. Shove my cock in your mouth when you talk back. Choke you out till you can't say shit anymore"
Kaiser shoves his fingers in deeper untill Isagi's gagging around them. His throat tightens around the intrusion and he can barely breathe, saliva dripping desperatly from his mouth. He bites down, sharp teeth meeting soft flesh. His mouth is filled with a tangy metallic taste. Isagi moans. The fingers leave his throat but Kaiser doesn't forget to punish him for this. Kaiser backhands him, before wrapping both hands around Isagi's throat, but Isagi can't even care about that. Not when Kaiser's fucking him so rough. All he can think of is fuck and yes and more.
"Look at me." Isagi can't even remember closing his eyes, but he did. His gaze spans across Kaisers abs, covered in bruises and scratchmarks and blood, before locking eyes. He looks at him like he's gonna devour him. "You're mine," he growls, "My whore. My bitch. My. Fucking. Weapon." Each word punctuated by his cock thrusting harder into Isagi.
He bares his teeth. "You wish."
Kaiser's pace turns erratic and his breathing is heavier. Isagi's legs are shaking with pleasure as breathing becomes more and more difficult Kaiser leans down, putting more pressure on Isagi's throat. "I hate you. I hate you so fucking much." he whispers. His voice cracks and he's filling Isagi deeper with every thrust. "You're the bane of my fucking existence. I hate you i hate you ihatey-"
Isagi grabs Kaiser by his blond blue locks and drives their mouths together. He bites down on Kaisers lower lip, hard enough to draw blood, and that seems to be the final straw. Sparks fly behind Kaiser's eyelids. His hips stutter as he pumps deep into Isagi. His hole tightens around Kaiser's dick and it shouldn't be this hot, drive him this crazy, but it is. His hips twitch as he shoots the last of his load into him. He groans against Isagi' lips and swallows a muffled scream, "fuck, Michael", from his throat.
Isagi's legs are still shaking when he pulls out and he collapses on top of the shorter boy. He lets out a sigh as Isagi softens his grip on his hair.
His whole body's aching, his head is killing him and his back feels like burning. He mouths at the bruises forming over Isagi's throat and glides his fingers through the mess they made. Isagi lets out a strangled noise and elbows him in the shoulder.
"Ow!"
"Dude, stop that," Isagi scowls. He raised himself up on his elbows. Kaiser glanced over at him. There's a cut right above his eyebrow. Blood has dried in bits and pieces in his hair and all over his face. His body is littered with bruises and bite marks, Kaiser's design. His lips are swollen and red and begging to be abused again. He looks fucking beautiful.
"You look like shit."
Isagi snorts.
"You look like you've been murdered. Twice."
Isagi flops back down. Kaiser joins him, he turns his head and looks at the smears of blood scattered all over the floor. Even the football was collateral. He swears.
"The training room looks like a crime scene."
"Yep."
"We're gonna need to clean this before Noa castrates us."
"...Yep."
They both groan. Isagi covers his eyes with his arm. He breathes deeply, still trying to even out his heartbeat. Kaiser feels the slight ghost of his fingers running along his palm. He looks over, one eyebrow raised. Isagi is staring at him now, eyes clear and deep blue, his arm raised slightly over his head.
"Shower first?"