Chapter Text
“And it’s a win for the Dragons!”
Screams echo from around the stadium, enraged. The home team, the Phoenixes, collapse on their benches. Sitting on the bench, number 11 buries his head in his hands. “ Fuck.” He whispers. He runs a hand through his short, black locks before letting out a sigh. He had made a bet with his rival, and he was about to pay the price. A hand slams into the wall next to him.
Number 11 looks up, meeting a pair of condescending blue eyes. “You lose, Isagi.” A smirk plays on the other man’s lips. He trails a hand down Isagi’s face before roughly grabbing his chin. “I get to do whatever I want,” he growls against his lips.
“Kaiser.” Isagi greets through gritted teeth. He grabs Kaiser’s wrist. “You’ll regret this.”
Kaiser laughs manically, still high off of the adIsagialine from the soccer match. “I think you’re misinterpreting the position you’re in.” He simpers mockingly. “Unless you’re breaking your word? Like a coward? ”
Isagi sucks in a breath. “I am not a coward.” He leans in closer, their breath mingling. “Are you?”
Kaiser laughs, running a hand through his brown hair. “Oh, Isagi.” He yanks Isagi’s head up, staring into his eyes with barely concealed desire. “Don’t turn this on me.”
“Whoever wins can do whatever they want to the other.” Grimacing, Isagi glares daggers at Kaiser. “What do you want, bitch?” He spits out the last word with venom.
Tilting his head contemplatively, Kaiser smirks. “I want to see you on your knees for me.”
“You can do anything you want to me… and you want me to kneel on the ground?” Isagi blinks, confused.
“Oh that’s not all, Isagi.” Kaiser’s thumb traces Isagi’s lips. “So, so much more.”
Isagi’s eyes widened, understanding what Kaiser was insinuating. Standing suddenly, he grips Kaiser’s shirt with barely restrained fury. “You sick pervert. I can’t believe you.”
Throwing his hands up in some twisted version of surIsagider, Kaiser sniggers. “What can I say, Isagi? Your lips would look divine wrapped around my cock.”
“How do you know I won’t bite it off?” Isagi fires back.
“You won’t.” Kaiser leers. “You’re far too much of a pussy for that.”
Enraged, Isagi yanks Kaiser closer to him. “You-”
“Break it up, boys.” The referee calls from the sideline. “Work this out another time.
Isagi steps back, admonished, while Kaiser snickers. He grips Isagi’s shoulder meanly before leaning in close. “Meet me behind the stadium. East entrance.” He whispers in the shorter boy’s ear. “Unless you’re too scared.” He trails his tongue along the shell of Isagi’s ear.
Isagi struggles to suppress the shudder that goes through him. But if Kaiser’s chuckle is anything to go by, he wasn’t very successful. Kaiser takes his leave, without looking back, leaving a shaky Isagi. Letting out his breath, Isagi heads to the locker room.
Rows of lockers fill the room, with showers and bathrooms at the other end. Most of his team had already left to mourn their loss, meaning that the room was empty. “That stupid Kaiser.” Hands shaking, Isagi grits his teeth. “Him and his stupid handsome face.” He angrily slams his locker shut. Only to jump back in alarm.
“Kaiser?” Isagi’s jaw drops. “What the fuck?”
“Well, me and my handsome face figured somewhere with more privacy would be better.” He leans on the lockers, a cocky grin plastered on his face. “Get on your knees.”
“What?” Isagi stares at Kaiser, appalled.
“I said,” Kaiser growls, he rests hand on Isagi’s shoulder before shoving down hard. “On. Your. Knees.”
Taken by surprise, Isagi falls to the ground, groaning as his knees make painful contact with the tiles. He startles as a large hand tangles in his hair. He glares through his lashes at Kaiser. “Cocky son of a bitch.”
“Well, when the Phoenix’s hotshot striker is about to suck you off, cocky is how you should feel.” He drags an unimpressed Isagi and presses his face against his crotch.
“Did you at least shower?” Isagi scowls.
“I did!” Kaiser huffs, hurt. “I don’t want you to get an infection. That’s sabotage.” His hurt expressions morphs into one of desire, his eyes blazing and his jaw set. “I want to see you take off my underwear with your teeth.”
“Pervert.” Isagi scoffs before nipping the seam of Kaiser’s shorts and underwear. He drags them down slowly, staring through his long lashes and meeting Kaiser’s intense gaze.
Only to be hit in the face with Kaiser’s cock. “What the fuck, Kaiser. Why are you already hard?”
Tangling his hand further in Isagi’s hair, Kaiser chuckles. “Because the sight of you on your knees turns me on. Your humiliation is hot, Isagi.”
Curious, Isagi wraps a hand around Kaiser’s length. He gasps, heat pooling low in his belly. His fingers on a single hand don’t touch wrapped around his sizable cock, and it twitches in his hand, warm. “Big…” He whispers.
“Thanks.” Kaiser laughs cockily.
Isagi rolls his eyes before gripping Kaiser’s cock hard. He glares at the man towering over him. “I can snap your dick. Shut up.”
“You’re cute when you’re trying to sound threatening.” Kaiser smiles condescendingly, desire in his eyes. “Do it again.”
“Shut- Mmmph!” Isagi’s eyes widen as Kaiser shoves him down his cock. He gags, spit starting to gather in his mouth in response to the thick intrusion.
Kaiser grins manically as he thrusts his hips forward mercilessly. Isagi can only gag as saliva drips from his slick lips. He glares at Kaiser, his lashes coated in tears, with hazy eyes that widen on the next punishing thrust.
“Mmph!” Isagi grips Kaiser’s hips weakly as his throat is battered by Kaiser’s significant length. He sobs through the next thrust, crystalline tears beading in his eyes before they fall, dripping down his chin as Kaiser pulls his hair.
“F-fuck yes.” Kaiser drives his hips forward with animalistic intensity. “Cry for me.”
He lets out a low whine as Kaiser pulls out, only to whimper as he slams so deep he’s in Isagi’s throat. Choking, Isagi swallows around Kaiser’s length. Moaning, Kaiser fucks his throat, reveling in the tightness.
“That’s it. You’re doing so well. M-made to be a cocksleeve for me.” Kaiser stutters, the pleasure starting to peak.
Isagi can only whimper and sob, tears continuing to fall from his eyes as his throat is abused by Kaiser’s massive cock. Moaning, Kaiser drives his hips forward and buries his cock as deep in Isagi’s throat as he can. “Fuck, Isagi. I’m gonna cum.”
Isagi chokes as his throat is pumped full of hot cum. I can’t breathe. I’m dying. I love it. His own cock twitches in his shorts, hard and dripping clear cum.
“Fucking hell, Isagi. You’re such a mess.” Kaiser chides as he pulls out of Isagi’s mouth, satisfied. He grabs a tissue from the bench. “Here, spit it out.”
Isagi’s unresponsive, floating in his own headspace. “Hey, you’re scaring me here.” Kaiser grips Isagi’s chin. “Isagi-“
Isagi swallows the cum in his mouth, and Kaiser’s eyes widen in shock. Isagi moans happily, rubbing his thighs together and shuddering at the stimulation. Tear tracks ruin his pretty face, his hair messed up and falling in front of his empty, fucked out expression.
Kaiser stares, dumbfounded, as his cock twitches in interest once more. He lifts his hand from Isagi’s head and trails it down the shorter boy’s face in awe. “You’re so beautiful when you cry.”
“Kaiser.” Isagi whines, his voice raspy. “It hurts.” He lets out a whimper, his hips jerking forward.
Kaiser kneels down to take Isagi’s face in both hands. “Are you alright?” He asks, concerned. “I didn’t hurt you too bad?”
“Kaiser.” Isagi sobs out. His hips twitch forward again. “What did you do to me?” He says plaintively.
Kaiser’s eyes widened in realization. Smirking, he wraps a hand around Isagi’s slim throat and drags him forward. “Did having my dick in your mouth turn you on so much that you’re humping the air?”
Kaiser feels Isagi swallow, and the smaller boy lets out a shuddering breath. “I feel so empty…” He whines, high and pathetic. His hands grip the front of Kaiser’s shirt, shaking. “This is all your fault. Take responsibility.”
Kaiser groans as his body throbs. Never in his life did he think that he would have Isagi, the best striker on his rival team, begging for Kaiser to fuck him. He stares down at Isagi through his fingers. “Are you sure you want that? This is your chance to back out, I don’t want to go too far.”
With a huff, Isagi grabs Kaiser’s shirt collar and yanks him forward into a punishing kiss. Kaiser opens his mouth, surprised, and Isagi shoves his tongue in Kaiser’s mouth. They grapple for dominance, a battle of tongue and teeth, before Kaiser grabs Isagi’s throat and squeezes. Slightly, only a tease of pressure, but it’s enough to distract Isagi who moans openly at the rough treatment. “You’re such a slut, Isagi.” Kaiser whispers against Isagi’s lips. “Getting off on me choking you.”
“Only for you.” Isagi slurs, his eyes going hazy again. He leans in again, and claims Kaiser’s mouth for another heated kiss. The slick sounds of their tongues intertwining fuck with Isagi’s head, and he can feel himself getting harder, if that was even possible.
“I’m taking that as a yes.” Kaiser growls out. “We need lube.”
“I have massage oil in my bag.” Isagi sputters. “I wasn’t prepared for this or anything, I just have it to deal with cramps.”
“So if you won,” Kaiser takes off his shirt before flipping open the cap of the bottle. “You wouldn’t have asked me to fuck you so hard you passed out?”
Isagi’s eyes widen, called out, before he glares heatedly at the offending boy. “I would be doing the fucking, and you would be passed out.” He stands on shaky legs before pressing his chest against the lockers, his ass out. “This is because you won the bet.”
“Sure, princess.” Kaiser squirts some oil onto his hand. “As if you could top.”
“Shut the fuck-” Isagi’s breath gets punched out of him as Kaiser slips a single knuckle inside. “Let me fini-” He moans as Kaiser thrusts the rest of his finger inside his tight hole.
“At least warm it up first, asshole.” Isagi grumbles.
Kaiser’s smirk grows. “Your ass is sucking me in.” Kaiser’s finger sinks deeper, all three knuckles, on the next thrust.
Isagi turns a brilliant shade of red. “It’s not like I've done this before!” Embarrassed, he turns over his shoulder. “I-“
Isagi’s mouth falls open, a broken sob falling from his lips as Kaiser adds a finger. “Shut up and let me prep you.” Kaiser scowls. “You’re the one who wanted this. You were so much hotter when you were too fucked out to talk back like a little bitch.”
“I was not fucked o-” A slap resounds throughout the empty locker room. Choking on a moan, Isagi’s cock jumps, spurting clear precome. “You d-did not just spank me, you insufferable bastard.”
“Says the slut who’s getting off on it.” Kaiser smirks, before scissoring his fingers harshly. Isagi spasms as if hit again, and his eyes grow misty.
“I’m adding a third.” Kaiser warns before slipping another finger alongside the others. Isagi’s legs shake, his body failing to hold onto sanity. Fresh tears start to fall from his eyes, the stretch too much to handle.
“F-fuck.” Isagi’s fights the urge to collapse as Kaiser’s fingers fuck into him, spreading and searching. “Hurry up, Kaiser.” He whines pathetically. “Wanna feel yours, already.”
“Shit.” Kaiser groans. He runs his free hand through hair before flipping the smaller boy around. Isagi winces as his back makes painful contact with that metal locker.
“What the fuck, Kaiser.” Isagi snaps. “That hurt.”
“You like it.” Kaiser loops his arms under Isagi’s legs. And lifts. “You like being manhandled.” He shoves him against the lockers, Isagi folded nearly in half, and his legs braced over Kaiser’s shoulders.
Isagi lets out an undignified squeak, clearly not expecting the sudden movement. “You better not drop me, loser.”
“Keep insulting me and I just might.” Kaiser positions himself right below Isagi’s dripping hole. “Align yourself, my hands are full.”
“You could have just fucked me against the locker.” Isagi grumbles. He grabs Kaiser’s cock harshly and gives it a few strokes, just to watch as Kaiser’s face twists in pleasure.
“And miss your face as I do this? ” Kaiser drives his hips forward ruthlessly, down to the hilt.
Isagi spasms, his eyes going wide, and his back arches against the lockers as he screams out Kaiser’s name. Cum spurts out of his cock, splattering against his chest as his guts are rearranged by Kaiser’s massive dick.
Laughing wildly, Kaiser immediately sets a relentless pace, driving his hips forward without mercy. “Can’t believe you came just from my dick in you. You’re so hot.”
“W-wait!” Isagi’s hands weakly beat at Kaiser’s toned chest. “I just came! I can’t! I’m gonna break!” He throws his head back against the lockers as he’s mercilessly fucked.
Kaiser grits his teeth, groaning as Isagi’s heat pulses around him. He keeps up the punishing pace, his eyes locked on Isagi’s quickly breaking expression. His lips turn up into a smirk as Isagi’s eyes roll back. “You take it so well, Isagi. Like a slut.”
“N-not a slut.” Isagi slurs out. He moans loudly, his dick filling out again from the constant stimulation against his prostate.
“Shit, Isagi. If I had know you felt this good, woulda fucked you on the field.” Kaiser buries his head in Isagi’s neck, inhaling his scent, sweat and something uniquely Isagi. “You would have liked that, huh? Everyone knowing that you’re mine. ”
“Uhn-uh-huh. Love it.” Isagi slurs, his arms wrapped around Kaiser’s broad shoulders. “Wanna be yours.”
“You’re already mine.” He punctuates his statement with a filthy grind of his hips right against Isagi’s prostate. Isagi’s sobs out as his orgasm is forced out of him, nearly clear cum staining his shirt.
“Fuck, gonna cum.” Kaiser ruts into Isagi harshly, chasing his own orgasm. Tears fall from Isagi’s eyes from the overstimulation, and he drags his nails over Kaiser’s chiseled back.
He fucks into Isagi one more time, burying himself as deep as he can before he comes, painting Isagi’s insides white. Isagi’s sobs at the feeling of being filled, his own cock giving a weak twitch.
Arms shaking, Kaiser pulls out. Shuddering at the stimulation, Isagi whimpers as cum drips from his ass. Carefully, Kaiser lays Isagi down on a nearby bench before grabbing a tissue. He wipes off the remnants of Isagi’s pleasure on the smaller boy’s chest and cleans up what he can dripping from Isagi’s ass. “Isagi.” Kaiser says softly. “We need to clean you out. You’ll get a stomachache.”
Drool drips from the corner of Isagi’s mouth and he lays languidly on the metal bench. He hums softly as Kaiser hooks his arms under him and carries him to the showers. Taking off Isagi’s shirt, Kaiser sets him down on the bench before turning on the water to the high setting. Sighing, he turns to Isagi. “Isagi, can you stand?”
“Can I stand, he says.” Isagi drawls sarcastically. “After blowing my back out.”
“So you admit it was good.” Kaiser smiles smugly. He tests the water temperature. “Lean on the wall, I need to clean you out.”
Isagi rolls his eyes as leans facing the wall, his ass out, cum still dripping from it. “It was ok.”
“Just ok?” Kaiser slicks his fingers again before sliding them inside Isagi’s core. He hooks his fingers against quivering walls and coaxes out a bunch of cum. Inadvertently, his fingers drag against Isagi’s most sensitive spot.
“Jus-“ Isagi cuts himself off with a moan. He hips jerk back, trying to take in more of Kaiser’s fingers.
Kaiser takes a deep breath in and lets it out. You’re just cleaning him out. You aren’t going to fuck him again. You aren’t-
Casting a teary eyed look over his shoulder under the pouring water, Isagi arches his back invitingly, seducing Kaiser to take him once more. “Kaiser, I feel so empty inside.” Isagi simpers. His lips curve into a smirk. “Won’t you fuck me again?”
Fuck it. Kaiser slams into Isagi who moans so loud it borders on a scream. Kaiser grips Isagi’s hip with his left hand to steady him as Isagi begins to slip on the tile floor. “Fucking minx.” He drags Isagi’s hips back to meet his next thrust. “You asked for it.”
Drool drips out of the corner of Isagi’s mouth and along with little broken ah-ah-ahs in sync with each of Kaiser’s punishing thrusts. “And you fell for it.” Isagi grins through his tears.
Enraged, Kaiser grabs the back of Isagi’s neck and shoves him into the white tile wall. “Fucking brat, thinking you can always get your way.”
Isagi’s eyes roll back at the rough treatment, a slight smile playing on his spit slick lips while being fucked silly. His eyes widen as he feels a hand wrap around his length. “W-wait, Kaiser, don’t-“
“Don’t fucking tell me what to do.” Kaiser growls. “Fucking come, slut.”
Isagi lets out a broken sob he squirts, completely overstimulated. Groaning at Isagi’s heat constricting around him, Kaiser lunges forward and bites Isagi’s shoulder, hard enough to bleed, as he comes deep inside Isagi once more.
“Fuck.” Kaiser sighs. “I was supposed to clean you out. Sorry about that.” He wraps his arms around a loopy Isagi before the shorter boy falls down. “Isagi?”
Tilting Isagi’s head toward him, Isagi’s eyes are closed and his breathing deep. “Oh shit.” Kaiser laughs. “I really did fuck you until you passed out.”
An announcement startles Kaiser. “Stadium closing soon. All participants and spectators must be cleared of the stadium grounds in 15 minutes.”
Kaiser stares at the unconscious Isagi in his arms. “Fuck.”