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After the chaos and adrenaline of the Neo Egoist League had faded, Isagi Yoichi found himself, at last, back in the quiet rhythm of daily life. The pace was slower now, more familiar, filled with the ordinary sounds of his hometown and the scent of home-cooked food.
But just as his body began to unwind and his mind slipped into something resembling normalcy, a package arrived at the Isagi household that shattered that fragile routine before it even took root.
A single large box sat on the doorstep with a printed label bearing the unmistakable emblem of Blue Lock on its side.
When he opened it, a strange silence filled the room. There was nothing overtly threatening inside, just a neat array of discs packed into protective foam, a small stack of international plane tickets, and a lone envelope sealed with care. Isagi stared at the contents for a few seconds longer than necessary, unsure why his fingers were trembling. Then, slowly, he reached for the envelope. The letter inside was brief, scrawled in familiar handwriting.
"Learn about football, Isagi Yoichi. The key to your next evolution is in here. Discover it for yourself."
— Ego Jinpachi
Now, standing outside the bustling terminal of Barcelona’s international airport, with the Mediterranean sun warming his face and a suitcase dragging softly behind him, Isagi felt that surreal pull of reality giving way to something larger. He stared upward at the bright, open sky, watching the tail of a plane vanish behind the clouds as his lips parted in quiet awe.
“I’m here,” he said aloud, not to anyone in particular, but as if saying it made it more real. “Barcelona... Spain.”
His grip tightened slightly on the tickets in his hand as he glanced down, a quiet smile forming. The top one was for the Copa del Rey final—tonight’s match. The others were labelled with names he had only ever seen on international broadcasts. England. France. Germany. There were six in total. His chest fluttered with excitement that felt almost childlike in its purity.
“Today’s match... FC Barcha versus Chicorid,” he muttered, eyes scanning the details again.
His heart surged, his whole body buzzing with that restless energy, but then, his stomach growled, a sound so comically out of place it made him wince.
“Okay. First things first,” he said, pressing a hand against his belly. “Food.”
It didn’t take long to find somewhere promising. Just a few blocks from the airport, nestled between two tall, timeworn buildings, stood a small restaurant with a wooden sign above the entrance that read El Almuerzo . The place looked warm and well-kept, brick walls tinged red with sunlight and dark wooden beams lining the windows. He stepped inside, drawn by the scent alone.
The air inside was heavier and more intimate than he expected. The space wasn’t large—two rows of tables, one long round table in the middle, and a few small booths pushed into corners. A couple sat in quiet conversation in the back. A group of older people was already halfway through their meal in the centre. There was music playing softly from a corner speaker, something slow and traditional.
Isagi made his way to an empty table and reached for the menu. He opened it with optimism and blinked in confusion almost immediately. Every line, every dish name, every description—completely in Spanish. He turned it over, hoping for an English translation, but was met only with more words he didn’t understand. His lips twisted in a helpless grimace.
“This is harder than reading Ego’s tactical reports,” he muttered, frowning. “Is that meat or a drink?”
Just then, a plate caught his eye at the table beside him. A man, sitting alone, was mid-bite. His food looked colourful and steaming, the kind of dish that made your mouth water just looking at it. Isagi leaned slightly to the side, trying to get a better look.
And that’s when the man turned.
He looked like he was in his mid-twenties, maybe younger, with a long coat hanging over his shoulders and a dark cap pulled low over his face. There was something almost theatrical about the way he wore it all, like a costume, but the only detail that stood out was the little stitched rabbit on the front of the cap. When he turned fully toward Isagi, that shadow lifted just enough to reveal a vertical scar running down his right eye and one horizontal scar running across his right cheek and nose.
Isagi hesitated, unsure. The guy looked rather dangerous, but hunger and curiosity got the better of him.
“Um, sorry—hi,” he said, stepping closer, a little awkward, his hand raised halfway in a wave. “Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering… what is that? Your food, I mean.”
The man looked up and for a moment said nothing. Then he gave a soft smile. “Hola.”
Isagi blinked, bowing slightly. “Hola,” he returned, before realising the man probably didn’t speak Japanese. Duh. Why would the guy know Japanese? He fumbled in his pocket for the translator Blue Lock had given out, pulled one earbud out, and offered it to the man.
The stranger took it, studied Isagi briefly, then placed it in his ear.
“There,” he said after a moment. “Now I can understand you.”
Isagi pointed again. “So, uh, what is that dish?”
The man glanced at the plate. “This? Auedif. It’s like paella, but they use pasta instead of rice.
Isagi repeated the word carefully. “Auedif. Huh. Sounds cool.”
The man tilted his head, curious now. “Where are you from?”
“Japan,” Isagi answered quickly. “I’m here to study football. Sort of a… journey of understanding? I want to see how the game is played in every country. How it evolves in each culture. How tactics, formations, and even a single player can shift the entire momentum of a match. It’s all so fascinating to me!”
The words tumbled out of him quickly, full of energy. It didn’t matter that he was talking to a stranger. When Isagi talked about football, it was like something lit up inside him. He didn’t even realise how fast he was speaking until he saw the man watching him with a curious, quiet expression.
“You can talk about something you like with such excitement,” the man said, his voice low.
Isagi paused, caught off guard. “Huh? I mean—thanks, I guess. But I’m sure you’ve got things you’re excited about too. Everybody has something they’re into, don’t they?”
The man tilted his head. “I might’ve once… but now?” His gaze dropped to the side, a flicker of something heavy crossing his face. “I’m not so sure anymore.”
There was a moment of silence, then he smiled again, but the smile wasn’t warm this time. It was lopsided, tinged with something faintly bitter.
“When I see a joyful person like you,” he said, almost singsong, “it makes me wanna die!”
Isagi’s smile faltered as the mood shifted all at once.
“Oh. Uh—sorry,” Isagi said, lowering his head slightly. “Didn’t mean to bore you with all that. I’ll let you eat in peace.”
He turned slightly, already preparing to leave.
“Wait,” the man said suddenly. His voice had softened. “That’s not it. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just… the insensitive type.”
Isagi turned back. He still looked a little unsure, but he smiled faintly.
“So,” Isagi said after a moment of silence between them, “I’m Isagi Yoichi.”
The stranger blinked. Then, as if remembering how conversations were supposed to work, he sat up a little straighter and gave a lazy smile.
“Bunny,” he replied.
Isagi tilted his head. “Like the animal?”
Bunny gave a small shrug. “Something like that.”
Isagi glanced at the table, then at the door, then back at Bunny. He wasn’t trying to be rude, but there was something bugging him, and he couldn’t let it go. He looked at Bunny again, just for a second longer than he had before, and said it without really thinking too hard about how it might land.
“You know…ever since I first saw you,” he said quietly, “you’ve had the saddest smile on your face.”
Bunny didn’t respond right away. He just sat there, still and composed, with that same smile on his face, but something in his eyes had changed. It wasn’t obvious, not to most people at least, but there was a hesitation, a flicker of something he couldn’t quite hide. His expression didn’t fall, but it no longer felt effortless, and for the first time in the entire conversation, it looked like he didn’t know what to say.
He looked at Isagi quietly, and in that silence something soft moved behind his eyes. It wasn’t anything dramatic, not pain or shock exactly, but a small glint of curiosity, like something had shifted inside him without warning. This kid, who had barely known him for five minutes, had looked straight past the version of himself that he showed the world and saw something raw underneath, something he had spent years hiding behind controlled smiles. It wasn’t that Isagi had accused him of anything or asked anything invasive. He had just said it plainly, like it was obvious, like seeing Bunny’s loneliness was the most natural thing in the world.
Bunny blinked slowly, then gave a small laugh that came half a beat too late, like he had to remind himself how to react.
“That’s kind of rude,” he said with a slight smile, though it didn’t have the same ease as before.
Isagi smiled back politely, a little unsure if he’d said something wrong. “Oh—sorry. I didn’t mean it to be rude or anything.”
Bunny kept looking at him, not saying anything right away, and in that moment he wasn’t thinking about football or interviews or the pressure that came with being who he was. He wasn’t thinking about reputation or expectations or how to keep himself distant enough to stay in control. He was just looking at this kid who had sat down across from him and somehow seen something that no one else had bothered to look for, or maybe never cared to notice at all. He wasn’t sure if that made him uncomfortable or if it just confused him, but either way, he knew this conversation had shaken something loose.
This kid had seen him. Really seen him. And Bunny didn’t want to let that go.
“You really are something else,” Bunny said finally, voice quieter now, almost to himself.
“Huh? What was that?” Isagi asked.
“Nothing important.” Bunny said, standing up. “Guess I’ll head out, then. Thanks for the talk, and have fun with your football stuff.”
“Gracias!” Isagi said, beaming.
Bunny stepped outside and let the door shut behind him, but he didn’t move right away. He stood there in the quiet, hands in his pockets, and stared out into the street like he wasn’t seeing anything at all. His mind was still back inside, still on that voice, that face, and those eyes that had looked straight through him without flinching. It didn’t make sense. None of this made sense. But for some reason, it felt like something had changed, like a switch had been flipped.
He didn’t have a plan yet, but one thing was certain—he couldn’t let Isagi slip away.
Meanwhile, Isagi pointed toward the empty plate Bunny had left behind and called over to the waiter. “Excuse me! Can I get an ‘Auedif’? This one—right here.”
The waiter frowned like he’d just been insulted. “What the hell is an Auedif?”
Isagi blinked. “Huh?”
“That’s a Fideuà.”
Isagi blushed and cursed Bunny in his mind. “Oh… right.”
He sat down again, trying to act normal, but in his head he was still turning the conversation over, annoyed and a little embarrassed.
“What a weirdo,” he muttered to himself.
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The moment Isagi Yoichi stepped into the stadium, a weight settled deep in his chest, the kind that made his breath catch without warning. The seats were packed with fans waving flags and scarves, their cheers a steady, rising pulse that filled the air with a heat he hadn’t expected. He jogged toward his section, cutting it close after struggling through the tight crowd outside, and when he finally reached the view of the field, he stopped and let the sight fill him completely. He felt his fingers twitch with anticipation and a kind of yearning he couldn’t disguise, not even to himself.
This was the place he’d dreamed of. A place with real history, real stakes, and incredible players. He stood at the edge of the stairs for a long moment, watching the pitch glow under the lights, and told himself something he had said before but now believed with new certainty. Someday, he would play here.
His attention was pulled to the field as the pre-match ceremonies began. One of the players walked out holding a young child’s hand, the crowd erupting into applause at the sight. Isagi narrowed his eyes and then blinked in recognition. It was Lavinho, relaxed and charismatic, waving and smiling as if the pressure didn’t get to him at all. The affection the crowd showed him was genuine, and Isagi found himself smiling too, reminded briefly of their time at Blue Lock.
Then the whistle blew, the ball rolled across the grass, and the real game began.
Isagi was tracking the plays with deep interest when something strange happened. His gaze, moving naturally with the flow of the match, stopped on one of the Barcha players. There was something familiar about him. Isagi leaned forward in his seat, squinting.
Wait.
He froze. His chest tightened.
That was him. The prankster from the restaurant. No mistaking it.
“What the hell…” he whispered, eyes wide.
He reached for his phone immediately, remembering the name he’d been given. He typed it in quickly, barely able to keep his hands steady. The screen loaded slowly, like the moment was stretching just to mess with him.
There it was.
Bunny Iglesias. FC Barcha. Starting Forward. Member of the New Generation World Eleven.
Isagi couldn’t look away from the match, his attention pulled entirely toward Bunny, who moved across the pitch with confidence. His build was tall and athletic, and his pace was clean and controlled, not flashy but effortlessly fast, as if his body knew exactly how to respond before the ball even reached him. He didn’t overcomplicate his plays or waste time with unnecessary movements.
As the ball was played in from the right side, he surged into the box, reading the space before anyone else could react. He rose into the air with a powerful leap that seemed to catch even the defenders off guard, and while still airborne, he met the pass with a strong right-footed strike that sent the ball slamming into the top corner of the net.
The reaction from the crowd was immediate, filling the stadium with an overwhelming roar, but Isagi didn’t hear it clearly. He was still watching Bunny land on the grass and turn away from the goal with his celebration.
As the players began moving back into position, Bunny turned his head and looked directly at Isagi. Their eyes met, and for a second, Isagi couldn’t move. Bunny didn’t look surprised to see him; of course, he knew Isagi would be here. His expression didn’t change much, but the small smile he gave carried something strange beneath it. It made Isagi’s skin prickle. There was no joy in it, no shared recognition, just quiet intensity and something else Isagi couldn’t name.
He quickly looked away and shook his head, trying to brush it off, telling himself he was imagining things, reading too much into a glance. Still, as the match continued and the crowd around him settled back into the rhythm of the game, a part of him stayed uneasy. He kept his eyes on the field, but the weight of that stare lingered longer than it should have.
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Later that evening, Isagi found himself walking back to El Almuerzo, not because he had planned to, but because after everything that happened during the match, he just wanted something familiar to hold onto for a little while.
Despite the stupid prank Bunny had pulled on him the first time, he had actually ended up getting along with the waiter, and something about the place had stayed with him in a quiet, comforting way.
He was tired, his body still buzzing from the adrenaline and the noise of the stadium, but all of that had settled into a deep hunger and a kind of emptiness he couldn’t shake, so he came back hoping to eat something decent before heading back to his hotel and calling it a night.
He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Bunny. And the more he thought, the less sense anything made.
He stepped inside, his footsteps soft on the tile floor, expecting an empty room or perhaps a few lingering customers.
Instead, Bunny was already there.
He was sitting at the same table as before, bottle of wine opened, two glasses poured. He looked completely at ease, as though he’d been waiting for hours but hadn’t minded one bit.
“Twice in one day?” Bunny asked, voice smooth and low. “Maybe this is fate, huh?”
The words didn’t register at all. Isagi furrowed his brows and gave a confused look without meaning to, and Bunny simply pointed at his own ear with that same smile he’d worn the first time they met, the kind that looked charming on the surface but didn’t feel real in the slightest.
Oh, right. The translator.
Isagi reached into his pocket and pulled out the small device, walking over slowly as he handed it to Bunny, who took it without a word and placed it in his ear.
Isagi didn’t sit down yet. He stood beside the table, frowning slightly, his voice curious.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
Bunny smiled as if it were the most ridiculous question in the world. “This place has good food. You liked the Fideuà, didn’t you?”
“I thought you’d be… celebrating or something.”
“There’s no one to celebrate with,” Bunny replied, tapping the rim of his glass. “Sit. It’s a tradition to share wine after a match.”
Isagi hesitated, then moved toward the table and took a seat across from him. Bunny found himself staring at how easily Isagi trusted people, how little he seemed to carry suspicion or fear. That kind of innocence felt almost sacred in a way, but instead of wanting to protect it, Bunny felt something darker growing inside him. He wanted to break down that wall of naivety, to show Isagi the harshness of the world, and in doing so, take hold of that vulnerability for himself, like it was something only he could own.
Isagi picked up the glass. “I guess congratulations are in order. You were incredible.”
“I knew you’d come,” Bunny said, ignoring the compliment. “I could feel it. We’re connected now, aren’t we?”
Isagi gave a nervous chuckle. “You’re really not like what I expected from a player like you…”
“I knew who you were even before we met. Lavinho told me about Blue Lock. I got a little curious, you see, so I watched everything available on BLTV. I especially studied you.”
“I guess I’m not the only one who watches matches obsessively,” Isagi joked weakly.
“Why do you want it so badly?”
Isagi blinked. “What?”
“The whole football thing,” Bunny said, quieter now. “Why does it have to be you out there?”
“I don’t know. It’s the only thing I’ve ever really cared about. It’s the only time I feel like I’m really me.”
Bunny nodded slowly, like he already knew the answer and just wanted to hear Isagi say it out loud.
“You said my smile looked lonely,” Bunny said quietly, almost like he was reminding Isagi of something important. “I haven’t stopped thinking about that since you said it.”
He leaned in a little closer, not enough to make it obvious, but just enough that Isagi felt the shift in the air between them.
“Tell me something,” he said, voice soft. “What would you do to fix it?”
Isagi suddenly felt too warm. The restaurant, dim and calm just moments ago, now felt like it was pressing in on him. His head felt light, and when he tried to speak, the words came out slower than he expected.
“Wait,” he muttered, bringing a hand to his forehead. His skin was hot. The wine was burning more than it should have. “I don’t… I think I need some air—”
He started to stand, but the floor felt unsteady beneath him. His legs didn’t respond the way they were supposed to. The table wobbled slightly as he reached for it, and before he could catch himself, his balance gave out completely.
But Bunny was already there, rising from his seat and catching him with ease. He pulled Isagi into his arms, holding him like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Shh,” he murmured, his voice gentle against Isagi’s ear. “I’ve got you.”
Isagi wasn’t aware of when the restaurant around him began to fade. One moment he was sitting across from Bunny, trying to keep up with the conversation, and the next, it was like the world slipped sideways.
His thoughts slowed, his body felt detached, and everything around him became distant and muffled. He couldn’t hear what was being said anymore. All he could feel was that unbearable heat rising through his chest and settling low in his stomach. Every brush of his clothes against his skin sent that heat pulsing lower. His senses, already naturally keen, felt like they were on fire now, every touch dragging him deeper into a haze that made no sense. Everything narrowed to the burn crawling through him, slow and consuming.
Bunny stayed close to him, too composed for someone in a situation that should have been wrong. There was no hesitation in the way he moved, no sense that he questioned what he was doing. His fingers ran gently through Isagi’s hair, not tender exactly, but careful in a way that felt oddly intimate. He looked satisfied, like something he wanted had quietly fallen into place.
“You’re beautiful,” Bunny said softly, the words almost too gentle for how cold his eyes remained. “Even when you’re this out of it.”
He leaned in closer, the warmth of his breath touching Isagi’s skin as he spoke again, barely above a whisper. “You’re the first person who’s ever made me feel like I exist, you know? You’re special.”
He was stating something he had already decided was true, something that meant far more to him than it should. His hand slid down to Isagi’s jaw, thumb brushing along his cheek with a tenderness that didn’t belong in a moment like this.
Then, the door flew open.
Bunny turned his head without panic. His body stayed where it was, fingers still resting on the soft skin of Isagi’s face.
Sae Itoshi stood in the doorway, eyes burning with fury. He didn’t speak at first, just took in the scene. Isagi, dazed and vulnerable. Bunny, calmly seated beside him, way too close.
“Well,” Bunny said, voice unbothered. “This is unexpected.”
Sae’s tone was ice. “I texted him and he didn’t answer. I knew something was wrong.”
“You rushed over,” Bunny murmured. “Like a jealous lover.”
Sae stepped in. “He told me he met some ‘prankster’ named Bunny at a restaurant. I figured it was you. I was going to warn him that you’re a total psycho.”
Bunny’s smile vanished for the first time, just enough to reveal the crack beneath.
“He’s kind and naïve,” Sae continued. “And you’re pathetic. I knew you’d try to hurt him somehow.”
Bunny’s voice dropped to a whisper. “But he’s drawn to me. He saw me for who I am.”
Sae didn’t flinch.
“You know the effect he has on people. You and I are no exceptions, it seems.” Bunny added.
Sae stepped closer. “Shut the fuck up and get away from him.”
But Bunny didn’t move. “He doesn’t even know his own name right now. Listen to how he breathes under my touch.”
Isagi whimpered softly. His face turned instinctively toward Bunny’s hand, eyes still unfocused.
“What the hell did you give him?” Sae asked, concern clear in his voice.
“Nothing dangerous. Just something to get him in the mood.”
“You drugged him.”
“I offered him wine, and he drank it. I never lied, he’s just too sweet to refuse.”
“You’re disgusting,” Sae snapped.
“Why are you pretending you don’t want this? Look at him. He wants it so badly.” Bunny said quietly, his eyes never leaving Sae as if daring him. “You know, I watched every piece of that BLTV stuff, and one thing stood out right away—he’s completely in love with your little brother. You know that he would never pick you over him, so why keep pretending you are above it? Why not just admit you want him too? You might as well indulge and take him while you still can.”
Sae stood there frozen, his eyes devouring the scene before him without a word. Isagi lay sprawled on the bed, face tilted up, cheeks flushed pink, and body loose and heavy with heat. His chest rose in trembling breaths. His glazed-over eyes sparkled like wet glass under the dim light.
“Sa… Sae-sann…” he moaned, voice almost too soft to catch, but it reached deep into Sae’s gut. Isagi’s fingers trembled as they reached out, shaking like the rest of his body.
Bunny sat behind Isagi now, legs spread lazily as Isagi’s head rested in his lap. His lips wrapped around Bunny’s thumb, and he was sucking it absentmindedly, his tongue soft and needy, letting out tiny little whines each time Bunny slid his thumb deeper.
Sae couldn’t just watch anymore.
He moved before he even realised what he was doing. His body just reacted, pulled forward like something inside him had already made the decision. There wasn’t any thought behind it, just this quiet urgency that pushed him toward the bed. He climbed on slowly, feeling the mattress dip under his weight as he leaned in, hovering above Isagi without touching him yet.
His hands found the buttons of Isagi’s shirt and paused there for a moment. Then he started to undo them one by one. Every button revealed a piece of skin that made both men’s breath catch. Pale, perfect skin. Smooth, warm, and completely untouched. Bunny’s eyes flicked down, watching every bit of Isagi that was uncovered. His usual mask of false sweetness faded just a little as he drank in the sight with something raw and aching.
Sae leaned in and pressed his lips to Isagi’s neck, moving slowly, kissing a trail along the skin, lips dragging slowly, leaving heat in their wake. Each touch sent a shiver through Isagi’s body. He gasped at first, the sound sharp and startled, then let out a low, trembling moan as his head tipped to the side, offering more without even thinking about it. His body was already giving in, already asking for more without needing to speak.
Bunny’s thumb slipped out of Isagi’s mouth, dragging slowly across his lips, leaving a wet shine behind as his eyes followed the motion like he couldn’t look away. He didn’t give Isagi a chance to breathe or think. He leaned in and crushed their mouths together, kissing him hard, his tongue pushing in deep like he was claiming him, like he was trying to fill the void that had been gnawing at him forever. Isagi moaned into it, high and breathless, his fingers tightening in Bunny’s shirt mindlessly as his body arched up, chasing more contact, more heat, some kind of release.
Sae’s lips moved lower, trailing kisses across Isagi’s chest, taking his time with every inch of skin as if he wanted to memorise it. He lingered at his nipples, teasing them with the tip of his tongue until they were flushed and sensitive, drawing soft, shaky gasps from Isagi with every flick and gentle suck. Then he bit down lightly, not enough to hurt but just enough to make Isagi whimper, his back arching off the bed in response. Sae soothed the spot with his tongue, then gave the other side the same attention, watching Isagi squirm under the touch, his nipples flushed and swollen from the teasing.
Bunny reached for the lube he had stashed by the pillows, his other hand curling into Isagi’s hair, tugging gently as he leaned in and kissed him again, tongue sliding against his with that same aching hunger.
“Look at you,” Bunny murmured against his lips. “So good for us. You’re perfect.”
Isagi whimpered, shaking beneath them, his body hypersensitive and aching.
Sae was sliding down now, his mouth trailing kisses lower and lower, lips brushing over warm skin and tense muscles until he reached Isagi’s hips. Without hesitation, he closed his mouth around Isagi’s cock, the wet heat immediately sending a jolt through him.
Isagi cried out, his voice breaking as tears welled up and spilt down his cheeks, raw and desperate. His legs trembled uncontrollably, hips jerking up into Sae’s mouth, helpless and overwhelmed by the sudden pleasure. His hand found Sae’s hair, pulling gently, while Bunny whispered filth and praise into his ear.
“You’re doing so good,” Bunny murmured against Isagi’s skin. “Taking us so well. You’re ours, you know that? Just look at how much we want you… look at what you do to us.”
At the same time, his fingers slid between Isagi’s thighs, already slick with lube, moving with practiced ease as he traced over sensitive skin and teased his entrance. He circled slowly, taking his time, watching every reaction before pressing the first finger inside. All Isagi could do was whine, a soft, desperate sound that trembled through him.
Bunny pushed in deeper, stretching him open with impatient fingers, lips brushing gently against his temple and jaw before trailing soft kisses over his flushed, wet cheeks.
Meanwhile, Sae sucked harder, hands firmly pinning Isagi’s hips as his mouth worked with a messy, desperate rhythm. Isagi was dripping now, flushed head to toe, his voice hoarse and raw from the sounds spilling out of him.
“I’m—I’m gonna…” he cried out, voice high and breaking, barely able to hold himself together.
Sae didn’t stop. Bunny curled his fingers just right inside him, and with a loud, shuddering cry, Isagi shattered, coming hard into Sae’s mouth. He swallowed it all, not spilling a single drop.
Bunny stroked Isagi’s hair, leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth where a thin line of drool had started to collect.
“Good boy,” he said gently. “Our best boy.”
Isagi’s body went limp, trembling with aftershocks, but even so, he managed to murmur a breathless, “M’sorry, Sae-sann…”
Sae lifted his head and looked at him, and for once his expression was soft and warm, a hint of guilt in his eyes.
“You’re perfect,” he said simply. “Don’t apologise.”
Bunny raised an eyebrow at the sudden soft display but said nothing. Instead, he handed Sae the bottle of lube. Sae caught it easily, slicked himself up, and positioned between Isagi’s trembling thighs.
He pushed inside slowly, every inch sliding past Isagi’s tight heat until he was fully buried inside. Isagi gasped sharply, his body arching off the bed, caught between the sting of the stretch and the rush of pleasure that spread through him.
“You’re so tight,” he groaned. “So warm. I’m so happy I’m your first, Isagi.”
He kissed him then, slow and gentle, and Isagi kissed back as best he could, tears slipping quietly from the corners of his eyes as he clung to both of them desperately.
Bunny stood and circled the bed, grabbing Isagi by the arms and dragging him roughly until his head was hanging over the edge of the mattress.
Sae didn’t pause for a second. He just shifted his angle and fucked him harder, each thrust ruthless and full of hungry need.
Isagi’s moans were a tangled mess of desperation and confusion, breathless whispers that barely made sense in his drugged state. Sometimes he gasped, “Stop,” only to follow it up with a shaky, “No, don’t stop,” his voice cracking as he begged and resisted all at once, caught between pain and pleasure in a dizzying blur.
“Watch your teeth,” Bunny said, voice amused but firm. “I don’t want to have to punish you. You’ve been such a good boy till now.”
Then he slid himself into Isagi’s mouth. Isagi gagged lightly at the sharp angle but didn’t hesitate, closing his lips around Bunny’s cock and trying to suck, his tongue tracing every inch he could reach. He was moaning softly around him now, the vibrations sending shivers straight up his spine.
Bunny gripped the headboard tight, fucking into Isagi’s mouth with rough, relentless thrusts, his hips snapping forward with no patience left.
At the same time, Sae slammed into him from below, every thrust hitting that sensitive spot inside over and over until Isagi’s whole body was twitching. He arched helplessly between them, trembling and shaking, completely wrecked from the pressure and the overwhelming rhythm of it all.
“Fuck… look at him,” Bunny muttered, voice low and hungry. “You’re such a filthy little masochist, huh?”
He pinched Isagi’s nipple hard, watching his eyes roll back as more tears streamed down his cheeks, falling silently to the floor—every shred of control unraveling beneath their touch.
Sae grabbed Isagi’s legs and pushed them up, folding him nearly in half, his knees pressed tight to his chest. The position left him wide open, every inch exposed, and the second Sae slammed back in, the angle hit perfectly, dragging over that sweet spot with every single thrust.
Isagi sobbed, the sound raw and broken, his body trembling beneath him. He couldn’t form words anymore, couldn’t think, he could only take it, helpless and lost in the pleasure.
Sae leaned down again, biting at his neck, leaving marks that bloomed dark and bruised against Isagi’s pale skin. He pulled back just enough to look at them, a slow, satisfied smile curling on his lips. Seeing those marks—his marks—made something settle deep inside him, a fierce pride in how completely he’d claimed Isagi, how he’d fucked him raw until tears streamed down his face, all before his brother could even say a word. It was his victory, his possession, and that thought alone sent a dark heat through him.
Isagi couldn’t think, couldn’t catch his breath, couldn’t do anything but take it all, crave it, and get lost in the overwhelming rush. His hands clawed weakly at the sheets, dug into Sae’s shoulders, and gripped Bunny’s thigh like a lifeline.
He was going to die.
His body tensed suddenly, a sharp, hot wave crashing through him as he came hard, his breath hitching into a ragged moan that tore from deep inside. His muscles clenched around Sae, pulling him closer as his hips jerked uncontrollably, desperate for more even as pleasure ripped through every nerve. His release spilt over, warm and messy, coating his stomach in slick streaks as his body trembled uncontrollably.
Sae could feel himself getting closer too, every thrust dragging him nearer to the edge. Isagi’s warmth and the tightness around him were almost too much. He leaned in, lips brushing Isagi’s jaw, panting as he fucked deeper, the friction and wet, obscene sounds between them setting something wild loose inside him.
Bunny’s pace quickened, his hips snapping forward with ragged breaths as he fucked Isagi’s warm, wet mouth like he couldn’t get enough. His hand tangled roughly in Isagi’s hair, gripping tight, and he groaned low, “Fuck, baby, you’re too good at this.”
Sae wasn’t even speaking anymore. His breath came in short, uneven gasps, his focus locked on the rhythmic squeeze of Isagi around him, how perfectly he took every inch, how beautiful he looked like this — wrecked, pliant, completely theirs.
Then Bunny looked over and caught Sae’s eyes.
That single moment — eye contact over Isagi’s writhing, trembling body — lit the fuse.
Sae grabbed tighter onto Isagi’s legs, pulling him impossibly close, their bodies locked together as he began to lose rhythm, thrusts turning erratic. His head dropped to Isagi’s shoulder, his groan low and strained.
“Fuck—Isagi—” he gasped, and then he came hard, buried deep inside. His hips stilled with a final, desperate push, cock twitching, and pulse pounding as he spilt into him. He stayed there for a moment, forehead pressed to Isagi’s damp neck, breathing him in, holding on to the warmth of his body.
Bunny wasn’t far behind. His thrusts grew frantic, hand tangled in Isagi’s hair tightening with possessive hunger as he drove deeper, using him without restraint. He bit his lip hard, then gave one last push before coming with a low, guttural groan that slipped into a quiet curse. His hips twitched uncontrollably against Isagi’s mouth, breath hitching in his chest as he rode out the intense wave of pleasure.
When he pulled out, his cock slick with spit and cum, a few thick droplets clung to Isagi’s lips before trailing slowly down his cheek. Bunny’s chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as he reached forward, gathering the wetness on his thumb, wiping it across Isagi’s tongue, then tipping his head forward to make him swallow every last drop.
“You’re… unreal,” Bunny whispered under his breath, watching as Isagi’s eyes slowly shut, his breathing steadying until he dozed off completely, utterly exhausted.
Sae finally let go of Isagi’s legs and let them fall gently back to the bed, his hands smoothing down the sides of his thighs, lingering as if reluctant to stop touching. His release was already beginning to spill out, trailing slowly down Isagi’s skin.
They looked at each other, the silence between them heavy, almost suffocating.
Eventually, Bunny broke it. “You know… we could just keep him here. No one would ever have to find out.”
“You’re a psychopath,” Sae said. It was the second time he’d said it today, but this time the words came out quieter, less certain, almost like they didn’t carry the same weight anymore. Maybe, deep down, the idea didn’t seem so bad after all. Maybe it even made a little too much sense.
He shook his head. “Guess if you’re a psycho, I’m not far behind.”