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Isagi watched with a cool expression as Kaiser entered the apartment. His arms were crossed— a silent, possessive act that said more than words ever could. He took in the way Kaiser’s gaze swept over the apartment with a hint of disdain, the way his lip curled as though he was disgusted, and it only served to make Isagi's jaw tighten.
"Kaiser," he greeted, voice like steel. “Thanks for coming.”
He didn't offer to take Kaiser's coat. He didn't ask how his journey was or how his day was. There were no pleasantries or casual conversation. This wasn’t a social visit, no, it was a lesson. A punishment, of sorts.
"Take a seat," Isagi murmured, pointing toward the couch with a cold expression.
Kaiser rolled his eyes and plopped down on the couch, sprawling out like he owned the place. Isagi could see the way his gaze roamed over the apartment again, and he could practically hear the disdain in every breath. No, not disdain. Contempt. Like he was looking at something beneath him. Something disgusting. Isagi clenched his jaw— not a reaction the other man saw— and walked over to the armchair, taking a seat across from him
He sat there for a moment, just watching him. Kaiser had his arms spread out across the back of the couch. His legs were sprawled open, the picture of cocky confidence. But Isagi could see the uncertainty in his gaze, the way his eyes flicked to the sides, the way his fingers twitched against the couch. Kaiser could pretend to be calm all he wanted, but Isagi knew this was messing with him.
Isagi let out a quiet huff before speaking, his voice low and even: "You know why I invited you here. You left him. You used him. Let him cry himself to sleep more times than he'll ever admit."
He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes locked onto Kaiser's with icy precision.
"And now? He calls ME 'Master'. He comes apart under MY hands— begs for MY praise, MY touch… melts into a perfect little puppy for ME."
A slow, dangerous smile curled at the edge of Isagi's lips.
"So tell me… how does it feel? Knowing you threw away something so precious— and I was the one who picked it up?"
His voice wasn’t loud. But it cut deeper than any scream ever could.
Kaiser's eyes narrowed into icy blue slits, his jaw clenching as he glared back at Isagi. He was biting back the anger— he wasn’t stupid enough to lash out— but his hands were balled into tight fists against the couch. Isagi could practically hear the way he was grinding his teeth together. It was a satisfying sound.
There were so many things Kaiser wanted to say, but instead he simply muttered a low, frustrated: "What makes you think I give a damn?"
Isagi didn't flinch. Instead, he smirked— slow, knowing, victorious.
"You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t." He leaned back in the armchair like he owned the world, calm and unshaken. "And you wouldn’t be grinding your teeth if my words didn’t taste like poison going down."
His eyes flicked toward the bedroom door— slightly ajar— and Kaiser followed his gaze. There was a soft sound from inside. A whimper. A mewl. Barely audible, but unmistakable.
Isagi’s voice dropped. "That’s my puppy. The one you took for granted. He wears my collar now."
He let that hang in the air for just a second longer, then smiled wider than before. "So don't just sit there and pretend you're above it all. You lost… and I won.”
Inside the bedroom, Ness was sitting curled up on the bed, as Isagi had requested. He shifted slightly, wanting to see him… but stayed still, as much as it pained him. He’d been told by his master to remain in the bedroom, and would obey every command, because he was a good boy.
Kaiser's eyes narrowed in irritation as he heard the noises coming from the bedroom. It made Isagi laugh. There was a sharp edge to the sound, a cruel hint of victory in his voice.
His hands were still fists, shaking against the couch. Isagi could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his body coiled like a spring. This whole thing was testing his patience… and that was precisely what Isagi wanted. His eyes flicked toward the bedroom again, his gaze lingering on the slightly ajar door. His jaw clenched. He was itching to move— to see what was on the other side of that door.
But Isagi was the one in control now.
"Eyes on me,” Isagi’s voice cut through his thoughts. “You look at anything but me and I'll make you regret it."
Kaiser snapped his eyes back with a low growl— he was practically vibrating with anger and frustration— but he didn't argue. Instead, he stared hard at Isagi, like he could burn holes through him with that glare alone. Isagi took it in stride. It was all part of the plan.
"You want to see him?"
It wasn't a question. But Kaiser still found himself nodding, internally kicking himself for being so fucking pathetic.
Isagi let out a low chuckle, knowing he would end up much more desperate and pathetic as the visit went on. It was exactly what he wanted. He leaned back in the armchair with a lazy smirk, eyes never leaving Kaiser for a second.
"You want to touch him?"
Another nod, far too quick. Too eager. Gods, he was so pathetic.
Isagi let out a quiet hum of amusement. He crossed one leg over the other slowly, deliberately, the picture of calm dominance.
"But you can’t. Not anymore."
His voice dropped— soft, almost gentle— but every word was a blade. "He doesn’t want your hands on him anymore, doesn’t crave your voice. Your approval that once meant everything to him is worth nothing to him." A pause. A breath. "He whimpers my name now."
And then— he tilted his head toward the bedroom door just slightly.
"Go ahead, take a look," Isagi smirked. “Go see what you lost… because you didn’t let him love you until it was too late. Until you’d already hurt and pushed him away.”
Kaiser's breath was jagged as he stood up, his entire body tense like a tight wire. He prowled across the short distance to the bedroom door— almost on autopilot— and he couldn’t stop himself when his hand closed around the handle.
And then he was pushing open the door. He entered the bedroom, steps slow and measured, gaze glued to the bed.
There Ness was, curled up, the blankets pulled all the way over himself like a shield. From here, he could hear him better— a soft little mewl. He sounded sweet. Submissive. Like a perfect puppy. He could imagine him under there… trembling. Aching. Waiting.
But not for him. For Isagi.
Kaiser took another step closer, his body nearly shaking with the effort to stay in place. He wanted to touch Ness, taste him, take him back. He wanted to push the covers back, pull him into his lap, make him moan his name.
But the image of Isagi— smiling and victorious in the other room— flashed through his mind. He grit his teeth, a growl building in his chest. He couldn’t do anything… he was powerless.
Isagi rose from the armchair with slow, deliberate grace— every movement confident with ownership. He prowled past Kaiser without so much as glancing at him, eyes locked onto the bed where Ness was curled up.
"Mmm… there’s my good boy," he murmured, voice thick with affection as he reached the edge of the mattress. His fingers curled into the blanket, pulling it back just enough to reveal Ness’ flushed face, eyes glazed with submission. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to his forehead before whispering: "Master’s here, my sweet Lex-chan…"
Kaiser gagged at the Japanese endearment, and the way Ness reacted to it. Ness had never reacted to him that way. His face burned with a mix of envy and shame, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight in front of him.
“Let’s show this shitty clown exactly what kind of perfect angel he fumbled.” Isagi climbed onto the bed, settling between Ness’ perfect thighs as his hands slid the blanket down. His touch was warm. Possessive, but unhurried.
His gaze flicked to Kaiser— still frozen at the foot of the bed— and he smiled.
"Watch closely, clown. This is how you treat something precious."
Without warning, he kissed Ness— deep, claiming— before murmuring against his lips: "Let’s show him exactly what he lost, baby."
Isagi kissed along his jaw, his teeth scraping against his skin in soft, possessive touches. He wanted him— he needed him— and he wasn't going to hold back his desires. Not here. Not now. And so he pressed open-mouthed kisses down his shoulder, chest, stomach…
Isagi worshipped every inch of bared skin, his tongue lapping at it like Ness was his last meal, his breath hot and ragged. He could stay there for hours, just mapping his body with his tongue. He loved how responsive he was to each touch, how he arched against him, how he let out soft little mewls and whines at every touch— but this wasn't just about pleasure this time.
It was about putting on a show for Kaiser.
Isagi made sure to angle himself just right— ensuring Kaiser had a perfect view as he slid a hand beneath Ness’ waistband, fingers teasing along the sensitive skin there.
"Let him hear you… let him know exactly whose touch you crave now."
He didn't rush. didn't hurry. Every movement was calculated— slow, deliberate— as if he was savouring the way Kaiser’s breathing turned jagged behind them. He pulled down the fabric separating him from Ness with slow, languid motions, as if revealing a prize or unwrapping a present.
“Roll over onto your tummy for me… you think you can manage that?” Isagi asked softly– a command, but not an order. He’d never force Ness to do anything he wasn’t comfortable with. But he wanted– needed Ness.
Thankfully, Ness obediently obeyed, as always. Isagi guided him with hands that were both firm and tender. His fingers traced the curve of Ness’ spine as he settled onto his stomach, pressing a kiss to the small of his back.
“Good boy,” he cooed. "Let me take care of you."
His hands gripped Ness’ hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he spread him open— slow, deliberate— before leaning down.
The first lick was slow. A broad stripe from perineum to tailbone— wet, hot, and filthy. Isagi hummed like he was savouring the taste.
The second was deeper. His tongue pressed inside, circling the rim with slow, worshipful strokes— just the way he knew Ness loved— and Kaiser could hear his breath hitch between each movement.
"Mmm… so sweet…" he murmured huskily, the words vibrating against Ness’ skin.
Then— he really started.
His tongue fucked into Ness in shallow thrusts, each one deeper than the last, until his thighs were trembling and his whines were pitched high, broken and begging.
Kaiser watched carefully, eyes locked on the way Ness unraveled beneath Isagi’s mouth, hands clenched at his sides, breath ragged. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t look away. And he was so fucking jealous. He wanted to be the one eating that perfect ass.
Isagi could see the jealousy clear across his face. It thrilled him, the way his eyes darkened with every noise Ness made. He knew he was winning this game. He was proving beyond a doubt that Ness belonged to him. He pulled away for a moment to glance back at Kaiser, licking his lips— glistened with Ness’ taste— before he spoke.
"Having fun, Kaiser?"
Kaiser scoffed, his jaw clenched tight. He was trying to act cool, like he didn't care, but his eyes gave him away. They kept flicking back to Ness— to his flushed skin, his trembling thighs, the way his eyes glazed over in pleasure, all because of Isagi.
"You really have to rub it in my face, huh?"
Isagi’s smirk deepened— sharp, triumphant— as he deliberately dragged his tongue over his bottom lip, savouring the taste of Ness still lingering there.
“Rub it in? Oh, no, not quite…”
His hands stroked Ness’ thighs possessively, thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he leaned down again— this time pressing a kiss to the small of his back.
“I’m just giving you a front-row seat to what you could’ve had.”
Then— without breaking eye contact with Kaiser— he sunk his teeth into the curve of Ness’ ass, just hard enough to make him yelp.
“But now?”
His tongue soothed the bite immediately, lapping at the mark like it was his favorite flavor.
“He’s mine.” A slow, deliberate thrust of his tongue deep inside Ness, and Isagi’s voice dropped to a growl: “And you don’t get to touch.”
Kaiser's eyes darkened even more at the words, jealousy and desire warring in his gaze. He could see the way Ness responded— the way he arched into Isagi's touch, the way he whined when his tongue pushed deeper. The way he reached back to grab at his hair, holding him in place like he needed his touch to breathe.
"Tch," he scoffed, crossing his arms. It was an attempt to hide how much that last comment affected him.
Isagi didn’t stop. Didn’t let up. His tongue worked Ness open with ruthless precision, each lick, each thrust, each suck of his mouth designed to push him closer and closer to the edge. He could feel the way his thighs trembled, the way his breath hitched, high and desperate, as pleasure coiled tighter in his gut.
And then—
His fingers dug into Ness’ hips, holding him in place as he pressed his tongue deep inside one last time just as his free hand snaked between his thighs, rubbing circles under his sensitive balls, stimulating them.
Ness broke. A sharp cry, half-sob, half-scream, tore from his throat as his back arched off the mattress, his body seizing as pleasure ripped through him like lightning. His release painted the sheets beneath them in slick streaks, thighs clamping around Isagi’s head as he shuddered through it, body jerking with every wave. Isagi hummed against him, low and satisfied, before licking up his cum as if it was ambrosia.
It was beautiful. All of Ness’ cum. He was beautiful at his climax. It hit Kaiser— when had he ever made Ness finish in bed? He hadn’t paid attention to the other’s pleasure, simply used him.
Now, all he wanted to do was lick him clean and make him cum a million times over—
But he couldn’t.
Once Isagi finished cleaning Ness up, he kissed a path along his stomach and up to his neck, soft and tender.
"That was perfect, baby," he whispered, nuzzling into his neck. He was still keenly aware of Kaiser's presence in the room— still enjoying the control he held, the fact that he got Ness and Kaiser didn’t anymore. And that it was Kaiser’s fault.
“I think I’m stretched enough…” Ness mewled, mind deep in subspace.
Isagi let out a low hum of consideration. He loved how Ness melted into him, the way his mind and body completely submitted to his touch. It made him want to claim him all over again. His fingers traced a path up Ness’ side, pausing to knead and squeeze at his abdomen.
"Yeah?" he murmured, voice low and thick. "You think you can take me, puppy?"
“If we go slow and gentle…?”
Isagi's chest rumbled with a deep chuckle, a warm sensation of affection filling him. "Of course, baby," he purred, lips brushing the shell of his ear. "I'll take care of you. Go slow. Make sure you feel every inch of me."
With strong, firm, but gentle hands, Isagi massaged the muscles surrounding Ness’ entrance, warming them and guiding them to relax. Ness’ whimpers pitched higher, breathier, as he lined up against that tight heat.
Kaiser had never pulled those sounds from Ness. Isagi chuckled darkly, caressing Ness’ rim as he pressed a kiss to his trembling stomach.
“You hear that?” he murmured. “That’s what happens when you care.”
And then, he finally pushed in. Ness was perfect. Isagi didn’t rush. He savoured it— the way Ness’ body arched against his, the way his breath hitched, the way his fingers curled into the sheets like he was the only thing keeping him grounded. He worked in slowly, inch by inch, his own breath ragged as he watched Ness unravel beneath him. The way that slick, tight heat wrapped around Isagi’s cock had him seeing stars.
“F– fuck… Ness…” he choked out. “So perfect… soft and tight and warm…”
His hands smoothed over Ness’ hips, possessive— claiming— as he rocked into him with deep, measured thrusts. Every movement was calculated to draw pleasure from him in slow, shuddering waves.
Kaiser stood there— silent, seething— as Isagi whispered praises against his skin, as Ness’ moans grew louder, as his body trembled with the kind of pleasure Kaiser had never bothered to give him.
Then, slowly, he turned his head to meet Kaiser’s gaze out of the corner of his eye.
"Mine." His voice was a rough, triumphant murmur. "And he gets to watch… this one time."
A slow, filthy grind of his hips— just to hear Ness gasp— as his gaze snapped back to his puppy. “Let the man who thought you were disposable hear what happens when you belong to someone who knows how to cherish you. Watch as he realizes his mistake.”
Ness was in subspace. 100% Isagi’s puppy. A blissed out state Kaiser could’ve claimed, but didn’t. Yet another thing he lost, claimed by his enemy.
And oh, Ness was just so beautiful in subspace. He was a vision.
His mind was blissfully blank— no thoughts, no worries, just sensation. Every touch from Isagi sent little sparks of pleasure through him, his body pliant and eager, responding to even the slightest shift of his master’s hands. His breathing was soft and uneven, lips parted around quiet whimpers and mewls, his eyes half-lidded and glazed with devotion.
He needed love, needed to be touched, owned, cradled— just as badly as a flower needed water.
And Isagi gave him exactly that. He treated him like something precious. His hands were firm but never rough, his voice a low, steady murmur of praise as he guided Ness through each wave of pleasure: "Yes, that’s it… just like that… taking me so well, Lex-chan…"
He kept his thrusts deep and slow to draw maximum pleasure with minimal pain. He kissed every inch of skin he could reach— his shoulders, his neck, the curve of his spine— marking Ness not with bruises, but with worship.
And when Ness trembled, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all, Isagi shushed him gently, rocking him through it with slow rolls of his hips.
"I’ve got you, sweet boy… you’re safe… you’re mine…"
It was perfect. It was genuine. It was love.
Kaiser could only watch and regret, couldn’t look at anything but the way Isagi claimed Ness completely. It was brutal. Exhilarating. A reminder of what he could’ve had… but threw away. Because he was a fool.
His fingers twitched at his sides, his throat tightening as he watched Isagi's hands— those damn hands— stroking over Ness’ body like they had every right to be there. Like he belonged to him.
And, well… he did.
Ness arched into Isagi’s touch like a flower turning toward the sun, his whimpers soft and needy, his body lax and pliant under his control. And the way he looked at Isagi— adoring, worshipful— made something ugly twist in Kaiser’s chest. His fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white, nails digging half-moons into his palms. The scene was excruciating— Ness’ body responding to Isagi like a finely tuned instrument, every gasp and whimper perfectly timed with his movements.
Isagi wasn’t just fucking Ness, he was cherishing him. Kaiser had never done that, and now he was paying the price.
"Pathetic," he muttered under his breath— but the crack in his voice betrayed him.
Isagi smirked, victorious. "Jealousy looks good on you, Kaiser."
Then, slowly, he dragged his teeth over Ness’ pulse point, making him gasp, before adding: "But he looks better on me."
A final thrust— deep, possessive— and Isagi spilled inside, marking Ness as his.
The moment Isagi reached his peak— his hips stuttering— Ness shattered.
His back arched off the bed like a bowstring pulled taut, his mouth falling open in a silent cry before the sound finally ripped free— broken, beautiful, all for Isagi. His thighs trembled violently, toes curling into the sheets as pleasure tore through him in relentless waves, his entire body convulsing with the force of it. His release painted his stomach in streaks of white, breath coming in ragged sobs as he collapsed forward— only for Isagi to catch him, pulling him flush against his chest.
Kaiser could only stare in shock.
Ness’s lips parted around a sweet whisper: "M— Master…"
Isagi smiled softly, kissing his forehead and murmuring back: "I’m here. Always."
Kaiser’s gaze flicked to the streaks of cum painting Ness’ stomach— a beautiful colour, with an undoubtedly beautiful taste. Isagi smirked, senses never missing a thing. The hunger in Kaiser’s eyes was very obvious. He knew how badly Kaiser wanted to lick his puppy clean, to taste him like that.
So he made sure to do it himself, with as smug an expression as possible.
He started at Ness’s hips, taking his time as he lapped up Ness’ seed. He dragged his tongue up Ness’ trembling stomach with deliberate slowness, savouring every trace of his release. The way his lips curled around each lick, eyes locked onto Kaiser's the entire time, was nothing short of predatory. It made Kaiser’s jaw clench hard enough to hurt.
"Mmm… sweet," he whispered. "Like ambrosia. You would know that, wouldn't you? If you'd ever managed to make him cum, that is."
Another languid stripe of his tongue, this time swirling around Ness's navel just to hear him whimper, before Isagi smirked.
"Guess that's my privilege."
Kaiser’s fists were shaking as Isagi cleaned every last trace off Ness's skin…
…like it was his goddamn birthright.
His throat tightened when Isagi licked a final, taunting stripe up Ness's abdomen— slow, deliberate, savouring every drop like it was a fine wine. His fingers twitched at his sides, itching to shove Isagi away and take his place, to drag his own tongue over Ness's spent body and reclaim what was once his.
But he couldn't. Because Ness was home in Isagi's arms, his chest still heaving, his lips parted around breathless little sighs— happy. Content. Like he'd never needed Kaiser at all. Like Kaiser didn’t fucking EXIST. He’d never felt more like an outsider in his life.
Isagi made a show of licking his lips, meeting Kaiser's stare with a sadistic smile that was all teeth.
"Thirsty?" The question dripped with mock sympathy as he tucked Ness against his chest, possessive. "Too bad."
Kaiser's pride burned like acid in his throat.
“The show’s over.”
Isagi didn’t even glance at Kaiser as he draped them in the rumpled sheets, wrapping Ness up protectively in warmth before finally glancing back— cold, dismissive.
“You heard me.” His voice was flat. Final. A hand gestured toward the door. “Get out.”
No smirk. No taunt. Just pure, unflinching authority— the kind that left no room for argument.
Kaiser opened his mouth— maybe to protest, maybe to spit venom— but Isagi had already turned his back, his attention solely on Ness as he murmured: “Shhh… rest, puppy. He's gone.”
And Ness? He obeyed instantly. Tucked against Isagi’s chest, he sighed happily– content, safe, loved.
Kaiser was left there— fists clenched, pride in tatters— with nothing but the sound of Ness’ sleepy whimpers…
…and finally, later on, the click of the door locking behind him.
He stood there on the steps, staring at the closed door. His jaw was clenched, chest heaving. The sound of Ness’ soft, sweet, submissive whimpers— all for Isagi, his enemy— tore through him like jagged glass.
“Scheiße.”
He was supposed to be the one holding Ness. He was supposed to be the one making him whimper and whine… not Isagi. His hand, balled into a fist, hovered in the air— trembling with frustration— before dropping limply to his side.
“Scheiße, Scheiße, Scheiße!”
A bitter laugh escaped him, hollow and humorless. His fingers curled into fists again, nails biting into his palms.
"Pathetic," he whispered— to himself, to Isagi, to the ghost of his own pride.
Then, with a last, lingering glare at the door…
He walked away. Defeated. Alone.
And for the first time, regret tasted sharper than anger.
His steps were stiff, each stride a silent struggle against the bitter knowledge of what he had lost.
He wasn't the type to wallow. To linger over his mistakes. He was a warrior. A champion. A force to be reckoned with. And most importantly, a goddamn symbol of the impossible
He started walking fast, like if he walked fast enough, he could outpace the ache in his chest. But the image burned behind his eyelids anyway: Ness tucked in bed with Isagi, sleepy and content, like it never occurred to him to want anyone else in his life. His smile, all drowsy and sated in a way he had never seen before.
He snarled. Pathetic. He was Michael Kaiser. He didn’t lose. And so why did it feel like he’d thrown away the only thing that ever mattered?
Oh, it would haunt him forever. Every night. Every damn time he closed his eyes. The sound of Ness’s whimpers, but not for him. The sight of his blush, but not because of him. The memory of his submission, but given so freely to someone else.
He’d spent his life believing love was a weakness, attachment was for fools.
But now? Now he knew the truth.
Love wasn’t weakness, regret was.
And it would follow him forever— a monster he could never outrun.