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Alexis Ness exhaled, the sound of the shallow breath leaving his lungs sounding unfamiliar and almost unbearably loud in the silence that was surrounding him. Well, not complete silence. The ticking sound of a clock on the wall kept him company, each 'tick' appearing to come in slower than the last.
He had no idea how long he'd already been sitting at Kaiser's kitchen table in complete darkness, his backside hurting from the uncomfortable chair he was on. He had stopped crying an hour ago, all that remained being dried tear stains on his cheeks.
He felt sore. His throat hurt and his hands just wouldn't stop shaking. The terrible agony that had torn his heart in two had long faded to a dull throbbing pain though, leaving him feeling empty and unsatisfied.
Michael doesn't love me.
The words reappeared in his mind, having been playing on loop for what felt like an eternity now.
"N - no, he wants to," Ness whispered to himself, "He just...he just can't, he -"
There was a hole in his chest, eating away at him. His insides were rotting. A week. That's for how long Kaiser had been ignoring him now. He'd pushed him aside whenever Ness had tried to talk to him, had gave him nothing but dirty looks. Then earlier today, when Ness had finally confronted him about it, all Kaiser had said was: 'Come on, Alexis. You know what you did.'
But Ness did not know. He had done everything Kaiser had asked for, had done his laundry, had cleaned his entire place from top to bottom. Had gone down on him after practice, knowing just how important it was for his emperor to relax after that. And still, Kaiser had not even looked at him once. From one day to the other, nothing.
He'll leave me.
Fear dug its claws into Ness' sputtering heart, and he bit his tongue. No. He could not let that happen. He wouldn't. He had to show Kaiser what he was missing. Had to fix what he had broken. Because I did break something, and it's making me lose my mind that I don't know what it is.
'Tik - tack. Tik - tack. Tik - tack.'
There was a foul taste on Ness' tongue. Saliva kept gathering in his mouth, and he kept swallowing it down. As if he was drooling like a dog, rabid.
Maybe he should not have downed half a bottle of cheap wine before coming here. He was sick to his stomach. But he'd been crying and had felt so helpless he just had to drink. He'd hoped it would numb the pain but instead it appeared to amplify it instead.
Right now, he felt as if his brain was melting out of his skull. His palms were sweaty, and he wiped them on his pants before reaching out to gently caress the barrel of the gun that laid on the kitchen table in front of him. Like it belonged there. Foreign, yet oddly familiar in contrast to the interior. The material was cold underneath Ness' shaking fingers, the low temperature feeling like sharp, tiny bites to his flesh.
He can't leave me. He can not.
This was madness. Yet, it was necessary. If Kaiser wanted him to prove his love, Ness would. And he would continue to do so until there was not a single ounce of doubt left in his beloved emperor's mind.
"You need me," Ness whispered, more to himself than anyone else. His therapist would hate him for this. She was a nice lady, very kind - hearted and surprisingly open minded. Ness was proud of finally taking care of mental health.
He spoke to her once a week, and she had long become a stable occurrence in his life. But oh, how she would loathe him if he told her the truth. Told her just how utterly rotten he was within. He was a good liar, though Kaiser liked to tell him otherwise.
A sudden noise startled him, leading to him sitting up straight in his chair.
'Click.'
The familiar sound of a key turning in the door, followed by the lock opening. Instinctively, Ness grabbed the gun and stuffed it into the waistband of his pants, so it was covered by his shirt. A sudden feeling of shame and embarrassment overcame him, and he wanted to cry. How utterly pathetic was he? Sitting in the dark like a creep, waiting for...what exactly? Now that Kaiser was home, what was he going to do? Shoot him? For what?
Tears were already building in the corners of his eyes, and he shook his head, hands balled into tight fists. Maybe Kaiser was right. Maybe he was already too far gone.
There's something deeply wrong with me.
The front door closed again. Ness listened to the sound of Kaiser taking off his coat and shoes, softly mumbling to himself as he did so. It was endearing, to witness him in this state - when he thought that he was all by himself with nobody watching. No cameras on him, no interviewer mic in his face and no foreign eyes lingering on his form.
Whenever Kaiser felt as if he was truly alone, it was as if the mask he wore tightly stitched to his face was finally starting to slip. Underneath, there was a boy so utterly human that Ness had fallen in love with him at first sight. Around the midfielder, there was no need for wearing a mask.
I see through it. I'm the only one that is able to.
The hallway light did not turn on. Kaiser somehow preferred to come home in the dark. It was late, long past midnight.
Where has he been? Without me!
Ness' teeth were grinding against each other. A hot wave of jealously washed over him, the contents sticking to him like bile water. He frowned in disgust.
Steps advanced. The kitchen door was already opened a crack. Ness watched as the gap widened due to Kaiser pushing it open. After a night out, he liked to drink a glass of water before showering and heading to bed. That, Ness long knew by heart.
A familiar silhouette came into view. Kaiser's broad shoulders were outlined by soft shadows that hugged his form as he walked across the doorstep. Ness' heart ached, so thoroughly it made him lose his breath. A few fresh tears wet his cheeks.
Kaiser's mere presence was enough to make his knees turn into jelly. Thankfully, he was currently sitting down, or he would have thrown himself at his lover's feet the second he had entered.
"Jesus - fuck!"
Kaiser stumbled backwards, his back hitting the doorframe while his left hand was fumbling for the light switch. He failed miserably, his fingers merely scraping across the wallpaper. Ness winced. He tasted blood.
"Michael," he said, his voice sounding devastatingly raw and not even half as composed as he would like it to. Kaiser froze. Ness saw him cock his head in disbelief. Ah. He was tipsy too. Ness immediately recognised it by his movements.
So, he's been out. Without me.
"Alexis?" Kaiser asked in disbelief, "What the fuck are you doing here?" There was such distain in his words that they felt like a slap to the midfielder's face.
He swallowed. "I have a key," he replied, voice breaking, "You gave it to me, remember?"
Kaiser huffed. He straightened his back. Ness wished he could see his face more clearly. Right now, it was obscured by shadows, only faintly illuminated by the moonlight that fell through the big windows. He caught a glimpse of the ace's beautifully defined jawline and his perfectly shaped nose.
"Yeah, yeah," Kaiser drawled, "But that does not mean that you can do..." He flicked his wrist. "...whatever this is," he concluded. "For God's sake, why are you sitting in the dark?"
He's talking to me. We're having a conversation right now. He's...he's paying attention to me!
"I - " Ness began but Kaiser did not let him finish. That was it with the attention already. Just one quick moment, and Bastard München's ace was done with him already.
I'm expendable.
"It's whatever. I don't want to hear it. Just go home. Or sleep on the floor for all I know, but I'm gonna head to bed."
With that, Kaiser turned around. He didn't even bother turning on the light, didn't even bother to look at Ness who felt like he was dying.
Don't leave me.
"Wait!" Ness yelped, hands balled into fists and resting on his thighs. He couldn't move; his body was frozen in place. A chill ran down his spine, and he swallowed at the lump that was stuck in his throat, suffocating him.
And Kaiser actually did wait. At least for now. With a loud sigh he looked over his shoulder. "Did you forget to take your fucking meds again, hm?" he scoffed, his words dripping with disgust. Ness shook his head.
No.
It wasn't like he was on anything special, anyway. All he got prescribed were some simple antidepressants. They were supposed to regulate his mood but, in his case, it felt like they barely did anything at all. Maybe he really should work on being more honest during his therapy appointments. He cleared his throat.
"Can we talk?"
At that, Kaiser let out a snort. "Are you serious?" he asked, turning around while lazily moving a hand through his hair.
"Yes," Ness said, voice only slightly breaking. "Where have you been? It's late. The ace crossed his arms and lifted his chin in stubbornness.
"Who are you, my fucking parent?" he retorted.
Oh. He's been with someone else. The thought echoed in Ness' mind like a gunshot. Heat crept up his neck.
Hah.
It wouldn't be the first time. And he wasn't even allowed to be upset about this. They weren't together, after all. Just because Kaiser allowed him to be him love with him, did not mean they had any commitment towards each other. It was Ness' own fault for acting like he did (though he couldn't help but think that Kaiser would hate him if he even dared to look at someone else).
"Where have you been?" he asked again. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth, it was difficult to form the words.
He's replacing me. He's been so terribly distant lately because he's ready done with me.
"God, you're worse than the shitty interviewers that put their mics in my fucking face on the daily. You've lost it, Alexis."
"Just answer the question."
"And what if I don't want to? What are you going to do, hm? Throw a tantrum like a dumb toddler?"
A hint of amusement had made its way in Kaiser's voice. Now he was having fun, found enjoyment in the midfielder's despair. At that, Ness felt a new emotion, one that had not been plaguing him for a long, long while: anger.
"I just want to know why you've been ignoring me," he admitted with a frown. He wiped his tears.
Don't cry. He wants to see you cry. Don't give him what he wants.
"I have not done that."
"You have."
"Nope. I'm speaking to you right now, am I not?"
Ness gritted his teeth. Fuck.
"You left. Yesterday at practice you just...left. You did not wait for me."
Kaiser shrugged: "And?"
"That..." Ness lowered his gaze. He blinked a few particularly stubborn tears away. "That hurt my feelings, Michael."
"You're too sensitive, Alexis. Not everything is about you."
Not everything is about you.
Ness' muscles were tense. He could hear his own heartbeat in his ears. Kaiser was right. Nothing ever was about him, wasn't it? Agitated, he stood up from his chair, putting his palm on the table in front of him. He was panting. Micha -
"I know that!" he burst out, "But you don't have to ignore me! Just - "
Kaiser laughed. It was a cruel one, with his head thrown back. "Oh, wow," he gibed, "Poor little puppy can't fathom that world does not revolve around him. You're a fucking joke, Alexis.”
That was it. In a sudden fit of rage, Ness pushed the chair aside and went forward, closing the distance between them with a few hasty steps. Kaiser didn't react. He just stood there, unmoving and seemingly unfazed by his counterparts’ aggression.
Now, they were terribly close to each other. Ness had to tilt his head back slightly to look at his lover's face, which's features were still hidden by the shadows. Even so, he was devastatingly pretty. And he was grinning, those perfect dimples framing the corners of his mouth. Ness wanted to cry. He really really wanted to cry.
Why can't you just love me, Michael?
"What now?" Kaiser said under his breath, and Ness felt himself shiver. Kaiser's tattooed hand found the side of his face, elegant fingertips gently stroking over his cheek. It was a condescending gesture, so empty of affection it made Ness' blood run cold. The midfielder barely managed to resist the urge to lean into the touch anyway.
"Give up, Alexis. I'll ignore you for as long as I see fit. Now be a good boy and go home. I can't stand looking at your dumb face for any longer," Kaiser muttered.
With a sigh, Ness leaned forward, and to his surprise Kaiser allowed him to rest his head against his chest. He took a deep breath. I knew it.
An unfamiliar scent hit his nostrils. A sweet hint of musk and jasmine. Kaiser usually enjoyed a big variety of scents, but this one was new. Ness long knew his lover's perfumes by heart. He felt a sharp pain in his chest. "That's not your cologne," he whispered, a small giggle bubbling up his throat and spilling over his lips. This was absolutely ridiculous. This entire situation was like a brainless fever dream, a mess on all ends.
"You're drunk," Kaiser recognised, dryly.
His words barely made it through the mess that were Ness' thoughts.
"It's not...yours," he mumbled.
"Alexis."
But Ness simply put his arms around the blonde’s neck and kissed him. Kaiser was so warm, his lips were so soft. The hand that had previously rested at Ness' cheek moved down to his neck as Kaiser reciprocated the motion. Ness groaned softly, pushing his hips against the other's crotch. Fuck, he was horny. For some reason, that revelation just amplified the embarrassment that he felt.
I'll make him want me. Make him stay. He can't fucking leave me.
He was already tugging at Kaiser's belt, eager to indulge. Yet, he was so fucking upset. The last couple of days had been terrible all throughout. He'd been depressed, simply rotting away in bed unless he was at practice or attending to Kaiser, who paid him no mind whatsoever.
That was bullshit. All of this was bullshit. Recently, Ness had made great improvements regarding his mental health. He would not get robbed of that again.
He pulled Kaiser closer, pushing him against the doorframe. The ace made a small sound of annoyance when his back hit the wood. One of his palms was sliding down Ness' back, going lower and lower...Kaiser hissed, withdrawing his arm as if he'd been burned. There was a harsh shove at Ness' chest.
"Alexis, what the fuck?"
Oh. Right. The gun. The stupid fucking gun. Within a heartbeat, Ness' vision was yet again getting obstructed by tears. Blindly, he reached behind himself, the coldness of the gun's handle feeling as if it was biting into his skin.
Kaiser was looking at him as if he had grown a second head. Even in the darkness surrounding them, the midfielder could see just how wide his lover's eyes were.
"I - " Ness began, pulling out the weapon from under his sweater, "I promise, I didn't do anything with it, I'm just..." He bit his bottom lip. Well, what exactly had he been planning to do?
I don't know. I don't fucking know.
He winced once Kaiser reached out in an attempt to snatch the object out of his hand. "Give it to me," the ace said and for the first time ever, Ness thought to recognise a hint of fear in the his voice.
Oh?
That did something to him. Good. It felt good. So, he shook his head.
"No," he said. Kaiser growled.
"Give me the gun, you useless mutt. Where did you even get that thing?"
"I bought it. With my own money," Ness snapped. His head was spinning. Were they fighting again? What was happening? He yelped when Kaiser lunged forward, instinctively raising the gun in front of his body.
"Micha - " he attempted, but his effort was cut short by a clean hit to his face. For a brief moment, Ness saw stars. He blinked in disbelief, whimpering at the pain that shot through his head. Did he just...hit me?
And just like that, Kaiser was reaching for the gun again. Ness could feel his hands on his arm, trying to pry his fingers off the handle. Something short - circuited in his mind.
"Stop it!" he hissed, pulling his arm upwards. Kaiser tried to hit him once more but this time the midfielder was prepared. He rammed his knees into the ace's stomach and watched as he curled inward.
"Son of bitch!" Kaiser raged. He threw himself at Ness, using his entire body weight to push him backwards. The midfielder stumbled. The environment spun around him and next thing he knew, the back of his head somehow hit the wooden leg of the kitchen table. Hard.
His teeth collided unpleasantly, and his tongue got caught in between which led to him biting down on it. The pain was absolutely disgusting, blood immediately filling his mouth. When he came back to his clouded senses, his hands were empty
"Fuck," Ness mumbled. He felt something warm on the left side of his head; a small trickle of blood ran over his face from where he had gotten hit.
Panting, he wiped his face with the back of his hand.
The...the gun...
It was gone.
And when Ness opened his eyes again, he was staring right down the barrel.
Alexis Ness looked good like that. On the ground, sitting with his back against the table leg, his arms weakly hanging at his sides. His lips were twitching, and there was blood on the corners of his mouth. There was even more of it on the side of his face, running over the reddened skin from a wound that was hidden somewhere in his dark curls.
"You useless mutt," Kaiser spat, moving a few strands of hair out of his face. He held the gun in front of his body, pointing it right at the midfielder's head who was still struggling to come back to his senses.
Fuck, this entire ordeal was pissing him off. He'd been content today. Kaiser had had a good night. Maybe even a few beers. God forbid he treated himself from time to time! But with Alexis Ness, nothing ever came easily. He was always nagging, always whining and - most importantly - he somehow managed to ruin the ace's mood every single fucking time.
Dumb fucking puppy. He's like a leech that's sucking me dry.
Sometimes, Alexis Ness deserved to feel ignored. Kaiser enjoyed the other's suffering way too much to abstain from it. I'll make him want me even more. It's not like he has any other choice.
But a fucking gun? Oh, now he had completely fucking lost it. Still, the mere thought of Ness being so desperate for his attention that he showed up at 1am with a firearm shoved in the waistband of his pants was...interesting to say the least.
Always full of surprises, aren't you?
Right now, Ness was dumbly staring at the muzzle that was positioned right in between his eyes. Kaiser's hand was only shaking a little bit. He could see Ness' Adam's apple move as he swallowed, eyes wide and filled with...ah.
Kaiser clicked his tongue.
"You're getting off to this, aren't you?"
It was a statement, not a question.
Ness' eyes widened even more. Kaiser watched the midfielder's mouth move but only a few pathetic noises made their way out. As if his brain had completely short - circuited, leaving his mind empty and pliant. Tsk.
"Where have you been tonight?" Ness asked again, and Kaiser felt an immediate rush of anger. Fine. If that's how he wanted it, he'd get an answer.
"At a bar," Kaiser admitted, not breaking eye content. To his content, he caught onto the way the midfielder's brows furrowed in hurt for a brief moment. So, Kaiser figured that he'd torture him a bit more. "I had a few drinks, talked with some people. Maybe even had some fun," he added, "All that why you were sitting here, waiting for me to return. How unfortunate for you."
This was not entirety true. He'd gone by himself, and he had not socialised at all. These past few weeks had been hard on his mental health; he'd simply wanted some space to cool off. Ray Dark was putting a lot of pressure on him lately. >We need more publicity, Michael. You're not working hard enough.<
Just thinking back to that dreadful conversation had Kaiser's jaw clench in anger. One day, he'd kill that bastard. He'd kill him and everyone else who thought they could own him.
I'm nobody's fucking property. I'll bleed them dry and leave them once I find a way to break through. They'll eat my fucking dirt.
Ness' presence did come in handy, actually. Kaiser really needed to blow off some steam. Maybe he could get something out of this. He's a good fuck, after all.
Ness' eyes darkened. He pressed his lips together until they were only a small line.
"Why?" he asked.
Kaiser shrugged.
"Feel free to guess," he said, tilting his head to the side. His shoulders were still hurting from the intense training he had endured the other day. He could really use a massage. Maybe he could order Ness to help him out once that bitch had calmed down. Yes, that did in fact sound very good. But first...
"You need me," Ness urged, looking up at him through those stupidly long eyelashes of his. Tears were caught in them, shimmering prettily under the moonlight. Kaiser watched as the midfielder moved his tongue over his sprung lips.
"There's no need to leave me. I promise."
You think I'd leave you? How adorable. I'm not done with you yet.
Kaiser grinned, smugly. He took a few steps back. If Ness was so terrified of him leaving that meant that he was need. Wanted. Desired. And fuck, nothing ever felt as good as that. He'd do anything, anything, to evoke those feelings, to make them become a reality.
And no one was a good at making him feel like he was a fucking God that walked the earth than Alexis Ness. That stupidly adorable midfielder with his broken heart and deliciously fragile mind, both things Kaiser loved to toy with.
Ness would always come back to him. No matter how cruel he was, how violent and monstrous. Ness was desperate, desperate for him.
He was perfect. We're fucking perfect.
"Aw. You promise? Right now, all I'm seeing is a filthy stray that's in need of some further discipline. You bark too much, Alexis. All bark and no bite."
At that, Ness moved. Kaiser watched him closely, trying his best to appear as uninterested as he could. He'd not give Ness what he wanted. If there was one thing that the midfielder truly fed off, it was attention - it didn't matter what kind. Positive, negative, Ness would eat it up anyway, like an animal that had been starved for weeks.
Work for it, bitch.
To the ace's surprise, Ness did not even attempt to get back onto his feet. Instead, he let himself fall on all fours and crawled forward.
Holy shit.
Kaiser dug his teeth into his bottom lip at the sight of his lapdog moving towards him, back arched and eyes darkened with desire. God, this bitch was going to fucking kill him one day. There was drool on Ness' bloody mouth, his magenta curls were messily falling around his face. The shirt that he was wearing was hiked up around his back, revealing the dimples that adorned the area just above the waistband of his jeans. He did not stop, and advanced at an almost sensual pace. Kaiser refused to move a muscle. He simply looked down at the midfielder, his chin held up high.
He chose to entertain this disaster for a bit longer. This decision definitely had nothing to do with the filthy feeling of hot arousal that was slowly but surely making its way through his body. Fuck, he loved it when Ness looked this pathetic.
I'll do anything do have him like this. The unpredictability of it is half the fun.
Ness' hands arrived at his legs, caressing them sensually until they reached his upper thighs. Kaiser pressed the gun right in between the other's doe eyes.
And Ness smiled. With the blood on his face and the hint of mania in his gaze, Kaiser had never seen anything more perfect.
"You're crazy," Kaiser remarked. Ness nodded in honesty. He looked so innocent. As if he couldn't hurt a fly.
Sometimes, Kaiser felt a lot of resentment for the sanctimonious way Ness engaged with other people on the daily. Always polite, always holding the door open so others could pass. All smiles and laughter. But Kaiser knew what laid underneath. Alexis Ness was rotten to the core. Wrong in so many ways. Rarely ever honest.
"Only for you," Ness spoke.
Yes. All for me.
Kaiser had never pretended to not be a greedy person. In fact, he wanted all of it. Whatever Ness was willing to give to him, he'd take and make it his own.
Ness' hands slid higher until his fingers brushed against the buckle of Kaiser's belt. That sent anew rush of heat through the ace's body, his cock twitching in his pants. He wouldn't mind a blow job right now. Well, he wouldn't beg for it either. And demanding it would give Ness the attention he wanted.
For a few heartbeats, silence was engulfing them both. Tension was drenching the air, hanging in between them like a thick curtain. Ness kept staring at Kaiser, softly pressing his face to the ace's crotch. Kaiser grew impatient.
Fine.
Looked like Ness was getting the last laugh tonight. At least for now. "Come on," he urged in annoyance, pressing the gun's muzzle harder against the midfielder's forehead, "I don't wanna stand here all night. My legs are tired."
Ness blinked.
"Okay," he said.
Then things went fast. Before Kaiser was even able to form another coherent thought, Ness had knocked the gun out of his hand with a quick and calculated hit - way too quick and calculated for someone who was intoxicated.
Fuck -
Kaiser cried out in frustration, ready to knock some sense into his disobedient lapdog but Ness was faster, throwing himself on the floor and getting hold of the weapon before Kaiser was able to reach it.
Ness rose to his feet, shaking his head as if he was trying to rid himself of at least some of his filthy thoughts. Then he pointed the gun right at Kaiser's chest.
"Come on. Let's go to the bedroom. That's what you want. Isn't it, Michael?"
Ness heart was beating quickly, and he could hear the blood circulation in his ears. His head was still spinning from the sudden movement, and he allowed himself to take a few deep breaths before continuing. He felt as if he had just run a mile. His extended arm trembled as he fought for his composure. Fuck, he was worked up.
His mind was spiralling, unable to comprehend any of the events that had just taken place. There was a dull throbbing pain in his head and the filthy taste of blood just wouldn't leave his tongue.
I'm losing my fucking mind.
It was too much. Too many different emotions had torn at his heart within the last few hours, and now with Kaiser pouring salt into his wounds, he just couldn't help himself. He knew he was playing right into Kaiser's hands - but he didn't care. Whatever consequences his disobedience was going to bring, he'd gladly take them on headfirst.
But first. First, I'll make sure that he knows that leaving is not an option.
Kaiser was so difficult. Always pushing Ness' buttons, hitting him where he knew that it would hurt. Laughing at his pain, teasing him until he felt he'd struggled to differentiate what was real and what was fake. His mind couldn't handle it. Ness knew he was close to breaking. But this time, he'd take Kaiser with him.
Right now, the ace looked at him in pure disbelief.
"Did you just try to order me around?" he asked with raised eyebrows, acting like he had not just rushed forward to keep Ness from getting his hands on the firearm. It did not work. Ness saw through his icy demeanour, caught onto the cracks in his flawless beauty. This had to be done, he decided.
Ness cocked the gun.
'Click.'
The sound sent a shiver through his body, and in the back of his mind, something was desperately screaming at him to stop. He couldn't. Not now. Not when he was witnessing something he'd rarely ever seen before: raw, genuine fear flashing over Kaiser's face. His entire body tensed, and his hands balled into fists.
"You can't be serious," he barked, but Ness saw him tremble. Shake. And he realised: He's scared of me. He thinks I'll actually shoot him.
An utter feeling of power overcame him at that thought. It pooled at his feet, climbed up his legs, hugged his heart and then it shot right to his head. Hah.
It was pure ecstasy that was only getting amplified by the alcohol in his system. Right now, he felt like he could take on the entire world. Kaiser's cruelness wasn't even half as threatening as it has been before. For a few heartbeats, Ness allowed himself to simply sit with the feeling, enjoy this new and precious discovery before it was taken from him again. Because so far, it always was. One way or the other.
Unless...
"I'm not going to repeat myself," he spoke, trying his best to keep his voice steady and firm. He took a step forward and to his delight, Kaiser backed off. His shoulders were raised, his eyes gleaming with distain. But Ness did not fail to catch a glimpse of the blush that was adorning his pale cheeks, clearly visible even in the darkness of this awful night.
The fact that his hands were awkward positioned in front of his body spoke more than a thousand words. He acted like Ness hadn't felt his arousal just minutes before.
I'm the only one who can make him feel this way. He won't need anybody else.
"Let's go," Ness asserted, waving the gun, "I'll be right behind you."
It was oddly hilarious, watching Kaiser fight to regain his composure. The ace straightened his back and lifted his chin. A crooked smile crept onto his face. "Alright," he said, raising his palms. His tone was challenging. Ness felt his knees go weak. God, he wanted him so bad.
Slowly, Kaiser turned around. And Ness followed him, not lowering the gun even the tiniest bit. Kaiser winced when Ness pressed the muzzle in between his shoulder blades.
"You know what one does with a disobedient dog, Alexis?" Kaiser began as they went up the stairs. When Ness didn't reply, the ace answered his own question: "It gets put down." The midfielder's heart took a leap at that, his hands sweating. He shook his head. Nice try.
The house was still drenched in darkness, shadows crawling over the walls and scurrying over the floors. Thankfully, Ness knew the place by heart.
"Open the door," he urged once they had reached their destination. Kaiser sighed but did as he was told. Once they were inside the room, Ness closed it behind himself. His palms were so sweaty he feared the gun would slip out of his hand. His mind was racing. What now?
"Turn on the bedside lamp. I want to see you," he continued, and Kaiser gave him an annoyed look over his shoulder. But he obeyed once more, and the fact that he did made Ness' heart swell with pride. Pride. What an odd and unfamiliar feeling.
Now, with the familiar warmth of the small lamp at least illuminating parts of the room, Ness felt a lot more comfortable.
"Michael. Look at me."
Kaiser turned to him. When their eyes met, Ness felt as if he was being struck by lightning. Kaiser's pupils were dilated, his lips slightly parted. He was wearing a thin leather jacket over a simple shirt and a pair of black jeans. Ness had not paid attention to his complete appearance before, but now the time felt right to take a moment to do just that.
Kaiser's hair shone golden under the dim light, ending in soft blue strands that fell around his shoulders. His otherwise so flawless dark eyeliner was smudged due to hours of wearing it, softly bleeding into the red colour underneath at the edges.
Suddenly, Ness couldn't care less about where else his lover had been tonight and who's fucking cologne was clinging to his body. All Ness wanted was to kiss him and hold him close, to bury his face in the crooked of Kaiser's neck and sleep tight.
Well, maybe one day. What they were about to indulge in was a lot more debauched than that. I'll fuck him so good that he remembers that I'm the only one for him.
"Any other wishes?" Kaiser scoffed. Right now, he looked like a feral cat with its fur standing up, ready to fight. But there was something hidden underneath. Ness would drag it out of him. He knew Kaiser was enjoying this just as much as he did.
With a grin, Ness leaned in close, the muzzle of the gun resting against Kaiser's sternum as he did so. Kaiser's body tensed, and his breath quickened. He really was scared. The realisation went right to Ness' dick, and he suppressed a moan. Oh my god.
"Yes," he said, licking his lips. He knew that he was walking a tight rope right now. That something inside of him was still begging him to stop, was urging him to rethink his actions. But Ness couldn't. With his mouth close to his lover's ear, he commanded: "Get on your knees, Michael."
Hah.
Kaiser's mind was racing. And although fear was paralysing his limbs, he was as much enraged as he was aroused. Whatever was wrong with Ness, it had also befallen him. A sickness, that ate its way through his heart, drenching his entire being into filth and debauchery. Heat was pooling in his lower body region, and he clenched his jaw.
I can't let him do this to me. It's getting out of control.
"Get on your knees, Michael."
The words went right to his head. Ness' voice was low, tainted by insanity. The ace felt his mouth water. A cruel smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. This was ridiculous.
He thinks he can handle me. What a fool.
Slowly, he bent his knees, sinking to the floor. He fought to keep his composure, his breath quickening as he came eye to eye with the gun's muzzle. He heard Ness' soft gasp from above. That bastard probably never thought he'd get this far.
That I'd allow him to do this to me. Fucking cunt.
Now, with his lapdog looming above him, Kaiser's head felt as if it was spinning. His pants were unbelievably tight at this point. Maybe he was advised to book a therapist appointment after this, who knew.
"Now what?" he voiced, looking up at his servant who was gazing at him as if he'd brought the stars to earth. Ness' entire face and neck was flushed pink, he was panting. That fucking dog.
This was wrong. Everything about this was wrong. Kaiser shouldn't be looking up at someone who was so far below him in any sense. Alexis Ness was the fucking dirt sticking to the soles of his boots, he was a mere stepping stone to his victory. A tool for him to use. Nothing more.
Well, Kaiser wanted his cock so deep down his throat he'd suffocate on it.
As if he had heard his thoughts, Ness was reaching for the waistband of his pants. Kaiser watched as he undid them, pushing them down his hips just enough so he could free his dick. And fuck - Ness was hard, a few drops of pre-cum shining at the tip of his cock.
Kaiser sucked in a sharp breath. He felt the pressure of cold metal against his temple, and his mind went blank. Holy shit.
Ness hand was shaking, and for a heartbeat, Kaiser feared that this time, he had pushed him too far. If Ness kept going like that, he'd kill them both. The ace wanted to speak, but his tongue was tied. What could he say to diffuse the situation, anyway? This was the most alive he'd felt in fucking months.
I don't want this to end. Come on, Alexis.
"You're disgusting," Kaiser growled but when Ness nudged the tip of his cock against his lips, he opened his mouth anyway, allowing the other to slide inside. The next sound he made got muffled by the thick length breaching his throat, a deep feeling of desire rushing through him.
Ness whimpered.
"My god," he pressed, and Kaiser caught his gaze, unrelenting.
Such a loser. Look at you, struggling to stay in control. Wretched cunt.
He moved his hands, letting one rest on Ness' thigh while the other held onto the base of his cock. A few stubborn strands of hair fell into Kaiser's eyes, and he huffed when Ness brushed them behind his ear. He withdrew, slowly, gasping as fresh air filled his lungs.
He spat on the floor next to them, a derogative gesture to show Ness just how much he was not enjoying this. All that, although he knew he couldn't lie. That bastards would see through him every single time and Kaiser despised him for it.
I'll break him. Break him until he's nothing but dust.
"Come on, Micha," Ness teased. There was a gleam in his eyes - amusement. Kaiser wanted to punch his stupid face in, take the gun and put a hole right in between his pretty eyes.
"Shut up," he grumbled, and pressed his flat tongue against the tip of the midfielder's cock. Ness twitched in his hand, and he grinned to himself. That bitch was so fucking sensitive. It was very difficult to focus on what he was doing with that stupid fucking gun pressed to his temple, though. Whatever.
He slid forward, taking Ness deeper than before. He hated how perfect he felt on his tongue; how big he was in his mouth. It felt good. Really good.
"Ah," Ness whined, throwing his head back. Cold fear was rushing through Kaiser's body. One wrong move and this was over. Everything was over. Somehow that was incredibly hot.
Slowly, he set a proper pace, bobbing his head. A hand came to rest on the top of it, a hint of pain flashing through his scalp as Ness grabbed a handful of his hair and gripped it tightly. Next thing he knew, the other was forcing him down all the way, unrelentingly shoving himself down his throat, giving Kaiser no choice but to take it. And it was so fucking good.
He moaned around the midfielder's dick, his vision long obstructed by the tears in his eyes. He tried to keep looking at his counterpart - he really tried - but when Ness began to roughly fuck his throat, Kaiser couldn't help himself anymore.
It was too much going on at once, the utter feeling of humiliation, the feeling of the gun's muzzle against his temple, the way Ness was looking at him, eyes wide and filled with want.
He needed to be touched so bad, his own cock uncomfortably rubbing against the fabric of his pants, begging for attention. Please.
"You're ethereal, fuck," Ness moaned, "So good for me, Michael."
Oh, fuck off.
If someone would see them like this, Kaiser feared he'd never recover. Ness was so utterly ruined, he was dragging Kaiser down with him, was pulling him right into the disgusting filth he laid in. All Kaiser could do was clutch onto the midfielder's thighs, fingers digging into the rough fabric of his pants while Ness used his mouth to his liking.
Alexis Ness' cock was stupid, anyway. Way too big and perfectly shaped, nobody deserved to have a sinful body like that, and especially not that whiny bitch of a midfielder. It wasn't Kaiser's fault, he had no other choice than to indulge.
The lack of air was making his head swim. That, and the fact that whenever he gagged, Ness just forced him back down - it was all too much. If they didn't stop now, he'd come in his fucking pants the second he found some friction. That was all he needed, just some -
"I'm gonna come!"
Ness' voice was unsteady, the sound of it desperate. Like he was crying for help. Kaiser just groaned in reply, unable to do anything but that. Then Ness shoved himself deep, pulling on Kaiser's hair so hard he felt as if the other was gonna tear out a few strands.
Thick cum shot down Kaiser's throat, making him squeeze his eyes shut in disgust. Ness pulled out, continuously moving his hand over his length, leading to the last few spurts of his release hitting Kaiser's burning face. The ace could feel it getting caught in his hair, sticking to his lips, sliding down his heated cheeks. Fucking disgusting.
It turned him on even more. He coughed, gasping for air, his throat constricting around nothing. His entire body was shaking and be placed his palms on the floor, chest heaving.
The pressure on his temple was gone; Ness must had pulled his arm away in the midst of his orgasm due to the overwhelm of it all. Kaiser watched his own spit hitting the carpet - a mixture of cum and drool that dripped from his open mouth. He felt a gentle hand on the top of his head.
"O - okay?" Ness asked, sounding completely out of breath. How could he even dare to look that innocent after what they'd just done?
I despise him.
Hot anger rushed through Kaiser's body, and he slapped the midfielder's arm away.
"Bastard," he rasped, holding onto Ness' waist so he could get back onto his feet. His legs were trembling, but Ness put an arm around his waist and caught him before he could tumble to the floor. Ness opened his mouth. His pupils were so wide that his eyes appeared almost impossibly dark.
"I - "
Kaiser didn't want to hear any of it. He would use Ness for the only thing that he was good for. So, he grabbed the midfielder's face and kissed him, deeply.