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Isagi stirred in his sleep at the feeling of something wet and slick wrapped around his thumb.
Umm... Wha-?
His mind was puzzled but with his body tired from exhaustion, and with a heavy object weighing down on his stomach, his mind tried to groggily leave it be.
It's probably Igaguri's drool again. Man, that's disgusting.
Isagi groaned trying to find some good excuse to turn off his brain.
He was doing a good job at it, until he felt a sudden suck on his finger causing his eyes to pop open.
Panicked, he quickly glanced to where his hand was, searching for solace that his hand was still okay.
Isagi badly needs to trick his mind to be at peace, needs to feed his brain an explanation, needs to finally go back to sleep.
Out of all the things he was hoping for, none of it happened to grant him his desired sleep. Rather it was the complete opposite of his goal.
Isagi's breathing hitched.
Far from Igaguri's drool, his eyes caught a glimpse of yellow highlights in the dark and lips trapping his thumb inside, sucking lightly.
He can feel the warmth and wetness on his fingertip and lips smoothly pressed against his thumb. The person's hands, enclosed around his wrist, locking it into place.
The sight was enough for a blush to creep up to his neck as he fully sunk the information into his head.
Wah, Bachira?!!!
Isagi squeaked, his body jerking away from the other.
His escape ended up as nothing but a failure when he glanced down, remembering the previous weight still wrapped around his waist, only to realize it was Bachira's thighs caging him in, making him unable to move too far away.
His sleep-muddled brain, running miles per hour, analyzed that their bodies were way too close for comfort. One wrong move is all it takes for their lower parts to brush against each other.
To which didn't provide him any help in his current situation at all! Unnecessary thoughts only help rile him up further.
Get a grip Yoichi! What the hell are you putting into your head right now?!
Isagi scowled to himself, now fully awake and incredibly displeased for thinking the unthinkable.
Huu... For now, let's get away from Bachira first.
He desperately spoke sense to himself and decided to slowly remove his thumb from Bachira's mouth. Unconsciously holding his breath while doing so.
' Calm down heart! Why are you beating so fast? '
When his thumb was almost free, he felt teeth bite down. The owner of those teeth, unwilling to let go of his own personal suckle. The pink muscle moves inside and invites his thumb once again, even sucking it deeper.
Isagi mentally screamed in his head when he felt Bachira's tongue in the process. His failed attempt only placed him in a much worse predicament.
Shit..!
He glanced down at his thumb still trapped between Bachira's lips,
Now what? Isagi tiredly muttered to himself.
Just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, he felt a foot kicking his back out of nowhere, abruptly pushing him towards Bachira.
" Nooooo, I don't want to live in the temple forever... " Igaguri grumbles in his sleep as he tosses around in the background, while Isagi struggles to hold his breath with how close he was from kissing Bachira.
Hngh... A sweat slowly drips at the side of his face. Again. Get a grip Yoichi.
Their lips were barely an inch from each other, so close to touching. He could even feel Bachira's shallow breaths hitting his face.
Dangerous! That was clos– ah!
Not a minute later, he felt another kick in his head, pushing him down. Isagi grits his teeth as he uses his strength to push his head back.
Damn Igaguri!
Isagi was there fighting a silent war, stuck in the middle of two people with awful sleeping habits, struggling to keep his head back to prevent himself from kissing Bachira while Igaguri's foot continued to push him down.
It would be nice if he could use his hands to push Igaguri right now, but with how he was tightly stuck in Bachira's embrace, it was an impossible feat.
Isagi was slowly losing his strength. His body now having remembered it was tired.
Someone..! Help..m....e
It was like Bachira heard his prayers from above like how he hears his thoughts on the field, with how the other moved and shifted in his sleep, releasing his thumb and extending a foot to give Igaguri a kick, pushing the annoying monk away from them.
" Hnnghh... " Bachira growled like an upset feline that got his sleep disturbed and shuffled around to find a comfortable spot.
However this time, Isagi noticed that the brunette was tossing uncomfortably, lips forming into a thin line as he mewls in displeasure.
He figured out that it was because Bachira's lips suddenly lost its suckle, Isagi's thumb, and he has this annoyed frown between his brows.
Isagi felt bad, however he wasn't going to just shove his thumb back inside Bachira's lips again either.
He looked at Bachira's expression distorted in discomfort, guilt attacking his soft spot for the brunette. He sighs and settles in rubbing the crease on his partner's forehead until it disappears, his hand reaching out to slowly brush his fingers through the soft curly locks.
He softly hums and hugs the other closer, hoping it will be enough to satisfy the dribbler and bring him comfort to sleep peacefully.
And like a charm and like how Isagi hoped for, the rather displeased expression on Bachira slowly softens until it transforms into a soft smile. He shifted closer to Isagi, burying his head and relishing in the familiar smell of blueberries.
He was having the best dream of his life, him and Isagi having won the world cup.
" Hmnn.. Isagi.. "
The raven stilled and looked at Bachira, worried to see if he startled him awake. But it was only his unneeded concern, with how the other was still sleeping peacefully, so deep into slumber with little purrs.
Isagi couldn't help but huff a quiet laugh, " What are you, a cat? "
There was no response, but there was Bachira's soft little snore.
After a couple of minutes just listening to slow breaths like lullaby, Isagi also started nodding off. His eyes fluttering close as he let his body submit to slumber with the brunette putty in his hands.
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" M–on. Wake u– "
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" Hey... I sa–.. "
" Oi morons! When do you plan to get up!? Haaaaah?!! "
Isagi woke up with ears hurting from Raichi's awful shouts in the morning.
" The hell.. Raichi... " He grunted and stopped when someone mumbled near him, wet patches could be felt around his neck as Bachira's drools fell into his collar bone.
Isagi's eyes gazed at the sleeping face nuzzling deeper into his neck, as if hiding himself from the blondie's early nagging.
" Hurry up, you shameless assholes, at least get a room! We don't care if you fuck around but don't let your sorry ass drag us down either. It's time for breakfast! " Raichi roared while he stomped his foot impatiently, to which Isagi callously ignored.
" Stop shouting Raichi, you'll wake Bachira up.. "
As if it wasn't enough, Isagi shoots him with a sharp look while snaking a protective arm around Bachira.
" HAA??! "
And it was the start of Raichi's long endless nagging.
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[ R18 Version, not really it's just kissing. ]
Isagi was slowly losing his strength. His body now having remembered it was tired.
Someone..! Help..m....e
He did his best, but it was nothing but an unheard cry.
With his neck arching from an awkward angle, Igaguri's foot had succeeded in pushing him down. He clenched his eyes shut and his lips parted in anticipation, waiting for the inevitable moment of crashing into Bachira's lips.
To be honest, it's going to be Isagi's first. He was too shy to come around girls and he didn't pay any mind to it either. His mind was mainly focused on soccer,
But now that his lips have pressed snugly against Bachira's slightly parted ones– because of his thumb. He doesn't know what to do, what to feel, and his heart helplessly hammered inside his chest.
Bachira's lips felt oddly soft.
Suddenly he felt some movements, not from Igaguri but from Bachira. Is Bachira waking up? Ughh, I'm sorry Bachira, for kissing you. I'm the worst!
Suddenly, he felt something go inside his mouth and hands snaking to his face.
Ngh!?
Bachira continued to move, his head tilting and tongue slotting inside Isagi's mouth deeper.
" Hmm...! "
The thighs locking his hips gripped tighter and he felt Bachira moan against his lips, hand reaching out to grip his hair and kiss him messily.
In Bachira's dream, he had won the world cup together with Isagi at his side!
With adrenaline rushing through his body, he turned around to face Isagi with a large grin on his face.
" Isagi! We wo– " He wasn't able to finish what he had to say when Isagi suddenly came crashing into him, lips connecting with his, feeling the pillowy lips he'd been dreaming of.
His pair of golden eyes widened and glistened from disbelief. It was as soft as he had imagined it to be.
" Hmm..! " Bachira closed his eyes and savored the kiss. Isagi scooped him up from the ground, lifting him up and he whips his legs around the striker.
" You were amazing Bachira.. " Isagi murmured as he separates from the kiss, looking up, staring straight into his eyes, blue electric orbs meeting sun golden ones. Isagi's eyes fill with admiration and unnamed emotion for him that it made Bachira's heart do a happy dance and a somersault.
It was magical...
He closed his eyes again and slowly bent down to give Isagi's lips a nip.
" You were there Isagi.. " You were the one to understand me.
Their lips meet again, smiling from ear to ear and Bachira lets his fingers hook with the raven locks as they continue to kiss sloppily. The world is completely theirs, uncaring about the thousands of people who came to watch the world cup.
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Isagi was catching his breath in brief moments their lips part, until they continued kissing again.
Bachira is insatiable and they've been kissing for a couple of minutes now. The dribbler's lips are red from overused and he knows that his is the same. He thought that the other was awake with how desperately they were kissing each other, but Bachira's eyes remained shut the entire time. It took time for Isagi to realize that the brunette was indeed still asleep and in a dreamworld.
He moaned into Bachira's mouth when he felt the other sucked his tongue.
He swallowed his saliva mixed with Bachira's drool before he dueled the other tongue inside his mouth and sucked on it hard once captured.
Then does it mean that Isagi is taking advantage of Bachira in his sleep right now?
But Bachira was moaning his name.
Then is he having a dirty dream about him?
He greedily swallows each and every delirious moans and grunts Bachira was willing to let out, before they inevitably have to gasp out for air. His tongue gives the brunette's lower lip one last lick before letting go with a ragged breath.
The blue-eyed raven panted heavily, eyes dilated and hazy, cheeks flushed, and with a string of saliva drizzled to his chin.
' It feels good '
When he noticed that the brunette doesn't move anymore, he stilled and his ears perked up, hearing some soft gentle snores.
' Are we...? Is it done? '
Coming off from the high. Isagi buries his face into his palms, opens his mouth and screams without a noise.
' Oh god.. I– i took advantage of Bachira. I'm the worst... '
His hard-on was also another problem that Isagi needed to solve.
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When Bachira woke up in the morning, he wondered in front of the mirror why his lips were all swollen and red.
" Hey, why are my lips all puffed up? " He childishly frowned as his fingertips graze his lips.
" Morning, Bachira " His sunshine yellow meets Isagi's blue ocean ones, as the other continues to enter the bathroom.
He meets Isagi with a blinding smile.
" Morning, Isagi! Ah! Your lips are all swollen too! The same as mine! "
It was the worst time for Chigiri to appear to enter the bathroom, and his face distorts in disgust as he drops Isagi a look of disappointment.
" I didn't know you were that kind of person. I misjudge you Isagi... "
" No, that's– " Isagi's face floods with guilt. " I– y-you're right. I'm the worst... "
Bachira tilts his head in confusion.
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[ Another Version - Igaguri Version ]
Isagi groaned trying to find some good excuse to turn off his brain.
He was doing a good job at it, until he felt a sudden suck on his finger causing his eyes to pop open.
Panicked, he quickly glanced to where his hand was, searching for solace that his hand was still okay.
Only to see Igaguri disgustingly sucking and drooling on his thumb.
Isagi's hand moves before his mind does, snapping his hand away and slapping the shit out of Igaguri's face in the process.
The heavy sound of skin slapping skin echoed inside the room as a cherry color slowly bloomed on the monk's cheeks.
" Shit! Sorry dude! I– without thinking.. my hand just... "
The gap between how Isagi treats Igaguri compared to Bachira was huge.
Morning came and Igaguri was bullying Isagi, taking advantage of the other's fault for slapping him across the face.
" Hmm? What's happening? " Bachira pops up curiously since it involves Isagi.
" Bachira! Listen to this! Isagi slapped me in the face while I was sleeping! " Igaguri exaggeratedly pointed towards Isagi, who has a guilty expression on his face, painting him as a villain.
Bachira bursts out laughing, " Nyahaha! Why would you do that Isagi? "
" No.. it was just... I was surprised when I woke up in the middle of the night and Igaguri was sucking my thumb. I-i didn't mean it... " Isagi defended while shyly averting his eyes.
Bachira's cheerful laugh suddenly stopped in the air as he slowly turned towards Igaguri.
" You...what? "
Bachira's eye twitched and his face darkened as his smile suddenly dropped. " You sucked Isagi's finger? "
Igaguri suddenly got a message that his life was in danger. Bright red signals shine upon him as he locks eyes with a dangerous brunette right in front of him. The monk totally forgot about Bachira's crazy obsession towards the egoist.
Thinking backwards, it was already a wrong move from the moment he decided to tell on Isagi to Bachira. Since Bachira will always side with Isagi no matter what, whether Isagi was in the right or in the wrong, and even on the off chance that Isagi will tell Bachira that he accidentally killed Igaguri, Bachira would just smile reassuringly and help him hide the body.
That's how biased Bachira Meguru is.