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His left hand holds down his teammate’s head, Ness, though looks forceful, the wavy haired is far used to it. The blond man barely gives any of his attention to him, instead to the silent figure in front of them, Isagi.
“We’re both strikers. Let’s see who scores the most goals, Yoichi.”
The air filling the atmosphere is tense as always when it comes to these nemesis since-day-one, Kaiser fails to notice any upcoming response nor he can predict what reply Isagi is going to bang in to his eardrums. No one knows, the feeling the champ is currently battling.
“Well?” It’s already disrespectful to ignores the king’s statement, and it’s even more so if your majesty repeats his message.
Lend an ear to this clown’s blabbering is the least of his consideration, maybe that’s even more reason for his consciousness to leave him. Isagi is starting to collapse and about to fall flat to the ground.
Reflexively, Kaiser lets go of Ness and switches to catch the vulnerable lump from hurting itself. Although through his hair, almost pulling the strand painfully.
“What’s wrong?” Noa that’s still in radar recognizes the commotion.
“Isagi!” Yukimiya almost yelling.
For a brief moment, Kaiser stares to the lower being. “Nothing, he overheated that’s all.”
“Recklessly pushing past your limits, are you some brat who doesn’t know self-control? Goddamn egoist.” He speaks to himself.
Yukimiya trots closer to the center of attention. Though he missed the conversation, Kaiser couldn’t be made a scapegoat while evidently he’s at the crime scene, everybody knows it’s not a joke that the Bastard’s ace wants to end Isagi’s life.
On his arrival in front of Isagi, Yukimiya lowers his posture, about to take the custody of his parter from the capture of the tyrant. “You can let him go,” he says to Kaiser.
A small shift of his expression is showing but it doesn’t fit into any translation, Kaiser looks down to these commoners below him, while not giving a direct and solid answer. Instead, he moves himself in the direction to put Isagi’s arm up to one of his shoulders. Yukimiya’s vision was bound to be impaired but this bullshit couldn’t be because of it, he’s not seeing things.
Meanwhile, Kurona and Hiori approaching from behind and about to join the crowd. But they have to be stopped by surprise by the same thing as Yukimiya.
“I’ll take him from here.”
Kaiser positions Isagi around easily, the chap doesn’t yell back at him to stop touching, this time. Until the throne actually cradles him in front of his chest. The beef between the German and their friend was beyond comprehension, and even more obscure right now. He casually just steals the gang leader.
“Do you even know where to take him?” Direct as always, Yukimiya.
“You sure you’re not going to do something bad to him?” Even more skeptical Kurona.
The peasants still unable to accept what they see, and staring distrustfully, though nothing to diminish the authoritarian’s desire in the slightest.
He spread his grin, about to answer the people’s whine. “Sure, I’ll destroy him.”
“EEhhh?!”
The king doesn’t consider neither one of the shitty commoner’s opinions, he gets away with Isagi and fades to the opposite direction.
“What are you doing?!” Ness hollers from behind.
...
Isagi can’t even blink or close his eyes back when his spatial awareness captures the strange surroundings, he knows the cielings are all the same in Blue Lock, but the smell is far from familiar. His immediate state of awakening then notices his own hand on top of something, a lump, that feels soft and warm… it’s not something, it's someone, a body of a person.
The hand immediately retreats to the safe zone, and wants to give a thought about this living being identity. He jumps to sitting and looks around, it’s just like what he projects, but he keeps denying in the past ten seconds, that he is apparently shares a bed with another.
Looking at the blue tails of a rat throughout the match, which still feels very recent, was already an eyesore. He doesn’t want to waste his valuable free time to eye it again.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?!” He says almost yelling, though he can only see Kaiser’s back.
"This is my room.” He replies shortly, not even shifting his body to face the counterpart.
Isagi keeps himself shut for a while, collecting data of how the foreigner gets treated in Blue Lock, having a private room with a bed dedicated for yourself. He looks back at the white-furred sleeping robe that is being worn by the person beside. “… why am I in your room?”
“You sleep straight for more than 10 fucking hours, where do you think I would put you?” Isagi is in surprise to hear the thing he did, but he doesn’t want to take it further.
He doesn’t have any convincing reason to stay longer on the bed this close with his enemy, he moves his ass away from the mattress, to the side and even almost stepping Kaiser like he’s a mere clutter lying on the floor. Only takes few little steps until he arrives in front of the door… until the realization slaps him in the face, this isn’t a door that could be open by a knob.
“I didn’t say that you can leave.” Isagi almost lets out a sigh when he hears the tyrant’s voice again, why this micro translator stuck the moment he wakes up like it’s always been there. He regrets it a little that he acts like a total dunce.
“Are you trying to fuck with me?!” He puts it back to the default mode whenever encountering Kaiser, as he is walking and approaching the man of the room. Why he needs to be surprised, it’s like Kaiser never behaving towards him before.
Isagi can’t tell if Kaiser has been sleeping like he did or not at all, he is not getting an answer by just throwing death stare to that stoic look. Meanwhile the counterpart has the understanding that Isagi has lost the track of what time is it now. From lying on his side, the man with the robe pulls himself up to sitting, then stands, he is going to give what Isagi wants.
“You want me to fuck you?”
The two stand in front of each other, not too close, and before Isagi can produce as many scenarios of the outcome, Kaiser pulls him by the neckline, and immediately tosses him hard onto the bed. Isagi who was not alerted lets the soft surface strike him. For a moment he thinks of something, while not erasing his furrowed brows.
“… Thank you.” Says the egoist, though it doesn’t sound sincere one hundred percent.
Kaiser breaks the ice on his face and puts a smug smile.
“Are you upset because I didn’t thank you?” Isagi feels weird and doesn’t know what expression to put.
The blond huffs, “you remember what happened?”
“No… but I must have been unconscious. You helped me, right?” Even further, the last part is weird to slips out from his mouth. He still did not know what to say and to interact normally other than bickering with the German, and yet he can't say it to the very man if he was the last person he remember before the collapse.
“… Not quite, I only want to make you a captive here.”
He regrets it, not even five minutes of conversation worth, he could never trust this cunning tryrant. Isagi has to feel annoyed again, and see that even more annoying face of Kaiser. He then gets up preparing to make an exit although having no idea how to do so, he just doesn’t want to be in a position where he is prone to be cornered.
But Kaiser did it again, he grabs his captive by the wrist to make him stop. However Isagi has turned his face away, like his body. He retreats from his pose and looks back at the culprit, “Why are you always touching me?!”
“You don’t like it? You let me do it the whole day, though.”
Talking to his enemy feels like running around in circles –an infinite loop, now that he realizes it, he didn’t put on a revealing set of clothes like this… Did Kaiser do it? It contrasts the covered appearance of him.
Isagi pushes to break free from Kaiser’s grasp, the taller man not wanting to risk injuring the delicate wrist, releases him.
They’re facing at each other within a considerable distance. “Where’s the key card?!”
Kaiser is fond of a good boy who asks smart and predictable question, he widens the corners of his lips. “The key is… you have to beg and make me. “
That’s the least nonsensical thing he has to hear from this white man, not even something hard but feasible, it’s entirely impractical... Although it’s just a bare request he has to make. Kaiser is enjoying this game, and Isagi hates it more every second.
Although he is in the lion’s den, he can wait, it isn’t like he is going to have his entire life caged and be looking the naked king very time his eyes open. Isagi goes silent and sits on the edge of the bed, while Kaiser still has his eyes on him.
Isagi counters the standing man, tilts his head a little, drowns in the eye contact, “... Why weren’t you sweating?”
Kaiser behaving cocky is ordinarily like himself, but the question he just heard is unexpected. He raised one of his brows, “What kind of question is that?”
“During the match, I never saw you break a sweat.” , “I just wonder if it’s your special ability? Or is it your stamina? How can you do it?”
If Kaiser has to perceive this, Isagi has the audacity to ruin the mood that has been built. After all, this egoist would always harness his opportunity, whenever it is to extract and collect the puzzle pieces for his own benefit. On this set up, it’s tempting for Kaiser to at least ruffles the dark hair, or to finger a bits of Isagi’s chin –lower lip.
Kaiser’s expression shifts a little, to the better –less pesky. He folds his arms on the chest. “Only don’t push yourself too hard, and pass out like you did, that’s all.”
A sane yet unimaginable answer, Isagi's pair of eyes almost jumped out of its skull. Though Kaiser has to imply Isagi's action as a bad example, but why does it sound like… he cares? Isagi brought the question upon himself and now he is starting to feel the irk on his own.
“… Forget about it.” He can only provide a short reply, deep down he feels a sheer of embarassment.
“Now where’s the key?” From their current distance, Isagi rolls out his hands to reach both of the robe’s pockets, and immediately digs to their depths.
“What are you doing right now, Yoichi?” That smirk on his face could never fade away, blame to Isagi's current behavior.
After finding out they are all empty, Isagi is quick to project that there is another pocket hidden behind his robe –on his pants or boxers. His delicate hand slightly tucks away and holds the soft layer, just to make sure it's worthy for an entrance and nothing too grotesque. Of course the king is not physically naked, he wears a pair of boxers.
Then he uses both his hands to grope around Kaiser's hip from side to side, without consent. In order to delve to the fullest, he keeps move forward until his face meets the fabric, like he’s about to rub his face on to the German's crotch. The fall victim of the harassment holds his intrusive thought behind his wide grin.
Until Isagi feels a thin rectangle plastic, a sheer joy shows on his face, he just needs to withdraw his hand back with his life saver. But, Kaiser has to join the play as his hand makes an appearance in the tight pocket hole. Isagi tilts his head in an instant and strikes the man with a piercing gaze.
“What the fuck is your problem?!” Back to the default Kaiser-Isagi mode.
“You are my problem.”
Each of their hands are still stuck in the pocket, Kaiser is about to use his other hand to make his comeback and assault Isagi. But the seated man read the whole summary beforehand and got the premonition, he counters Kaiser’s and restrains him on the spot. He looks overwhelmingly confident, adding more excitement for Kaiser.
Both trying to show force like it's an arm wrestling, only more foul. “You want to push me down, didn’t you?”
“Worse than that…”
Kaiser just need to shift his elbow in a pinch and once he crunching his back, Isagi losing the support and falls flat on the bed again. Although reflexively he was able to retrieve his hand out from Kaiser’s pocket, the owner’s hand still lingers with him. In such short distance, Isagi glares at the man hovering over. Nothing would piss him off more rather than to see Kaiser beaming with joy.
The interlude is coming to an end as the pair of eyes with red lines moves closer. Both of Isagi’s smaller hands are currently pinned and no use against the current threat, so his head has to be averted to the side. Almost means nothing for kaiser that is targeting his ear.
Until he feels the subtle, soft breath brushing against his skin pores, Isagi has to let go his grip of the card and using it to restrain Kaiser on the cheek. It is probable to slap him right away.
Since Kaiser’s hand was freed as well, he uses it to pick the micro translator from the ace’s ear that he spots. The owner almost flicks to react, he wants to get in to any action but somehow his motor freezes.
The tip of his lips was still curved up before he let out a whisper. Kaiser leans closer than before, their clothes then touching at each other accordingly. Isagi can only attempt to shove the upper man to no avail.
“ Liebling …”
He shivers from head to toe, not only for the utter shock, but also from the creeps Kaiser gives. His naked voice heard at the right volume but like a thunder in the middle of a sunny day. The blonde side bangs that strokes his nape no longer transfer a tickling sensation anymore. Isagi’s little, delicate mouth parts a bit.
He still in the middle of thought processing, but the second wave struck his awareness when his neck meets a solid bone –teeth. His cornea about to jump out from its cage just from the sensation. Not even in a blink, his enemy bites him. The bite was real that it produced an audible sound.
Isagi immediately slaps him in the face, not excessively hard yet far from gentle, enough to send the meaning to the offender. Kaiser then distances his face (with a very faint slap mark), and without further pause, puts the bud back to Isagi’s earhole. Both must have forgotten that one of their hands is still entwined with each other.
With the window opportunity that has been open, Isagi picks up the card. The blond allows the man who’s still under him do it, even until he is pushed back and the positions are reversed. Kaiser's grin fades to a thin line, while Isagi looks disgusted, he just wants to leave and puke.
Kaiser gets up to seated only to observe the peasant from behind, when Isagi tries to tap the card on the required spot… The card was not read, the door doesn’t budge, nothing happens. The room's host is holding his chuckle. Knowing he has fall victim to the tyrant’s foolery, Isagi turns back and throws the card to Kaiser’s face.
“I’ve told you the key, the only key.”
“Whatever man,” Isagi doesn’t want to talk anymore, it's not helping.
The dark haired ignores Kaiser but gets back to the bed, moves past him, lies down, and facing the wall.
Kaiser takes a look at his back and the pile of hair strand he is longing to touch, “do you want to drink?”
There is nothing else he can do, or anything to lessen the agony of being shackled in this room, initially he wants to sleep it away and forget about the very man beside him. But that sounds like an offer, now that he thinks he is getting parched with all the farce.
Isagi has to betray his own will again and turns back, but his hesitation would always prove to be true when his eyes capture Kaiser holding a thin glass of something that’s not water, not apple juice, the man staring down at him… Isagi turns back again, back to his self detention.
“I know you’re thirsty.”
“I don’t drink that.” Isagi answers while still not facing the counterpart.
Kaiser pulls Isagi’s shoulder gently, persuading him to be at each other again. “You didn’t wake me up in the middle of the night only to sleep again, Sleeping Beauty.”
“Shut up, I need to train this morning.” He shrugs his shoulder to shoo Kaiser away.
"Well I believe, you can’t sleep again after that 10 hours long…”
Isagi’s forehead almost too tired from frowning constantly, he has to give in again and returns to the temptation. His vision darts at Kaiser above, who seemingly didn’t drink the liquid since they talked, did he really mean to prepare it for him?
“What kind of drug did you put in there?”
Kaiser smiles faintly, he drinks the content of the glass, only for a sip. “Hmm... nothing lethal.”
Now Isagi is looking at the glass more, “Well I don’t want to share the same glass with you…”
“Don’t worry, you can take it. I’ll drink from the bottle.” Kaiser means it and shoves the glass further to Isagi, though the boy is still lying flat.
“That’s just the same…”
Not suggesting Kaiser to pull him up, Isagi sits down, now they’re really about to drink together.
“Try it.” While Kaiser gives his best charm only to convice Isagi, the counterpart just feels more agitated.
After all, Isagi couldn’t let his subordinate down, he takes the drink away from Kaiser, and takes a final look at the unknown water, before moving the glass’s tip to his lips.
Kaiser watches him and prepares for Isagi’s reaction that’s about to show on his face.
“... Too bitter, it’s horrible.”
Kaiser widens his smile, the sour look on the man beside him is entertaining, “finish it,” Isagi immediately about to counter his order, “slowly.” The blond compels.
Kaiser then grabs the bottle that he has mentioned before from a nearby desk. Though Isagi has every power to spill the drink to that cold toned face, he abides and keep holding the thin neck of the glass. His eyes are attached to the object, that just below his chin. Meanwhile Kaiser is about to brazenly chug the bottle's contents down his throat, he makes a prediction that Isagi actually never drinks.
The air goes silent with no words exchanged from the fellows, Isagi doesn’t want this to be awkward or a moment where they just staring at each other like a fool.
“Umm… Where did you know me from?”
“U20 match.”
That immediately shuts the conversation. Isagi closed his eyes for a moment realizing that it would’ve been another question. Though another side of him regrets that he shouldn’t make any effort like this at all, nor harbor feelings like this. He takes another sip of the clear yellowish liquid again, the taste isn’t getting better for him.
“You want to dig information from me?”
“No… it’s not … it.” This even more awkward than before, he has to drink again although he doesn’t want to.
“But why do you want to meet me?”
Isagi thinks that’s the only right question he has to give in, he then can confidently look Kaiser in the eye.
Being interviewed like this, it’s just the same as prying information out of him. It's like their first encounter was not enough of a charade that Isagi isn't fully satisfied. The king kindly listens and willing to give an answer, he lowers the bottle and shifts the hand holding it to the side.
“You have made me interested in you, Yoichi. I want to meet and play with you to see if you’re like what I imagined.” Isagi goes silent to hear the sane answer, it even makes him question what he should be feeling by hearing it, he kisses the tip of the glass again. “But most of all… I want to see every kind of things you can show me, until I destroy you eventually in the end.”
Isagi creates a smug face on his face, the atmosphere finally back to normal. “Really? You’re not even trying to destroy me.”
Kaiser puts back the half empty bottle on the safe area, and brings himself even closer to Isagi. The boy has no idea what to expect and simply accepts the counterpart taking a grip of his chin, angles it up a bit. “Well, how do you want to be destroyed? I can do it right now, Yoichi...”
Isagi looks puzzled because of the sentence, he doesn't know that his face is getting red –from the alcohol, but the two pairs of eye keep locked in. The white man cutting the distance even more and tilts his face to the side, his eyes are about to close…
“Stop it, you’re going to spill the drink.”
Kaiser heard him, the guy cancels his nonsense and snatches the glass away from Isagi who doesn’t seem to mind at all. He empties the contents in one gulp and puts it alongside the bottle.
“Ah~… because of Yoichi, I will wake up late for training.” He said as lying down, with Isagi next to him, he stares up at the guy, “you have to take responsibility, wake me up this morning.”
Isagi rolls his eyes to the opposite direction, not feeling empathetic at all. “I’d better get out of this place.”
“You have awaken me, as punishment you have to look at me sleeping until morning.”
The boy sitting does not feel inclined to accept the offer, “huh, I’m not gonna let you rest peacefully.”
“Ow, Yoichi is going to disturb me all night?!”
“STOP FREAKIN TOUCH ME!!”
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The dark haired ignores Kaiser but gets back to the bed, moves past him, lies down, and facing the wall.
“Ouch.”
Kaiser raises one of his eyebrows, looking at Isagi who’s reaching to his own neck. “What is it?”
“You should feel it yourself.” The tone of his voice changes a degree, Isagi feels the bite’s effect is getting to him.
Kaiser moves closer to his victim, “Well you need to bite me first.”
Isagi still not facing his counterpart, “Not interested.”
Kaiser then grabs Isagi’s shoulder, but the black haired refuses, “What else are you trying to do?!”
“Let me see it.” The king says, while continuing to force his will.
“Just get off of me!”
At the end Isagi cooperates and is now lying flat, bringing him eye to eye with Kaiser again. The blond then leans in closer, down to Isagi.
Kaiser grabs his prey by the cheeks and turns it to the opposite direction. “Shhh.”
While still clueless and not looking, Isagi lets Kaiser does what he pleases. It only needs a nod for the upper man to sinks his face to the shoulder below.
Isagi widens his eyes when he feels a set of warm lips kiss his neck –his wound.
“WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT??!!”
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Fin.