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Isagi collapsed onto his bed in the Blue Lock dorm, the adrenaline from their victory over Nigeria still buzzing in his veins like a low hum.
The room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of the hallway light seeping under the door. He stared at the ceiling, his mind racing through tomorrow's nightmare: the match against France.
Those guys were monsters - Loki with his blistering speed, Charles’s cunning vision… And those were just people he met in the Neo Egoist League, who knows who else was on that God-forsaken team.
No matter what, his thoughts kept drifting back to the PXG game… and Michael Kaiser, that arrogant bastard who he played with in Bastard München, the one who'd haunted him since their last clash.
What if France was just as unforgiving? Isagi clenched his fists, imagining outmaneuvering them all, reliving that rush of stealing the ball from Kaiser in the Neo Egoist League.
Doubt crept in - France was on another level, and the team was insane… but facing rivals like Kaiser in the past had pushed him to do evolve and do better.
‘I shouldn’t think about this…’ Isagi shook his head, snuggling under the sheets. ‘Sleep, Yoichi. You need it for tomorrow’.
Exhaustion finally pulled him under, his eyelids heavy as sleep claimed him.
Soon after, Isagi blinked awake on a plush couch, disoriented.
This wasn’t his dorm…
Where…?
The air smelled of stale cola and sweat. He pushed himself up, heart pounding, and froze at the sight before him.
Michael Kaiser, sprawled on the floor of what looked like a lavish hotel suite. He was stripped down to nothing but a pair of tight black boxers that clung to his hips, his toned body on full display - broad shoulders rippling with tension, abs carved like stone, and those powerful thighs flexing as he shifted.
Empty cola cans littered the floor around him, some dented and crushed like they'd been victims of his rage. The TV blared highlights of the Nigeria vs. Blue Lock match, the screen flickering with Blue Lock's triumphant goals.
Isagi was awestruck.
Was this… a dream?
Kaiser's blue eyes were locked on the replay, his jaw clenched so tight Isagi could see the muscle twitch. He snatched another can from the floor, chugging it down in one go before slamming it against the floor. The aluminum crumpled in his grip with a sharp crack as a Nigerian player, Onazi, seemingly, declared to Isagi he was going to beat him next time.
Clearly, it pissed him off.
Sweat glistened on his bare chest, his blonde hair disheveled and sticking to his forehead. He looked wrecked, utterly undone, and Isagi's breath caught. Shock hit first - how the hell was he here? - but then something twisted in his gut.
This wasn't the polished Kaiser he knew; this was him a raw, vulnerable state - and fuck, Isagi hated how his heart seemed to burn at the sight.
The way his thighs strained against the fabric of those boxers, the subtle bulge outlined there, the feral anger making his body coil like a spring. Isagi's mind spun, heat pooling low in his stomach.
God, he's a mess... but I can't stop staring. That build, those thighs…
Kaiser stiffened, sensing the eyes on him. He whipped around, nearly knocking over a can, his face twisting from fury to stunned disbelief. “Yoichi? What the fuck are you doing here?”
His voice was rough, laced with that signature arrogance, but his cheeks flushed slightly under the scrutiny. He scrambled to sit up straighter, though it did nothing to hide the chaos of his state. “Is this some kind of joke? How'd you even get into my room?”
Isagi's pulse thundered, but as he took in the surreal scene - the glowing TV, the scattered cans, Kaiser's half-naked form - realisation dawned.
This really is a dream. It has to be. It shouldn’t matter how I interact with him.
The tension eased into something playful, mischievous. He stood, brushing off invisible dust, and smirked. “Damn, Kaiser, you look like absolute shit since the last time I saw you. What happened to the emperor?”
Kaiser's eyes narrowed, but he rolled them with exaggerated flair, leaning back on his elbows. The movement made his abs flex, drawing Isagi's gaze despite himself. “And whose fault is that? You humiliated me back in the Neo Egoist League - that's what's got me all twisted up.” He crushed another can absentmindedly, the metal screeching under his fingers, but there was a spark in his eyes now - curiosity mixed with that familiar competitive fire.
Isagi laughed, the sound light in the dream's hazy air, and stepped closer, emboldened by the unreality of it all. “Humiliated? Sounds like you're just peeved I saw right through you.” He glanced around the suite, spotting the wide leather couch against the wall, and sauntered over to it, dropping down onto the cushions with casual ease.
The leather was cool against his skin, and he patted the spot next to him. “Come on, if you're gonna rage-watch my victory, at least sit properly. Or are you planning to brood on the floor all night?”
Hesitating, Kaiser’s gaze flicked from the TV to Isagi, something unreadable flashing across his face - annoyance, maybe intrigue… But he pushed himself up, thighs bulging as he rose, and stalked over, towering for a moment before sinking onto the couch beside him.
Too close.
Their shoulders brushed, and the heat radiating from Kaiser's bare skin sent a jolt through Isagi. “You think you can just waltz in here and mock me? Who do you think you are, Yoichi?” Kaiser muttered, turning to face him, his breath warm against Isagi's ear. “This dream or whatever, if you’ve realised it was such - it's your subconscious screwing with you, not mine.”
Isagi met his eyes, the teasing grin fading into something hungrier. The anger in Kaiser's wrecked appearance only amplified it now, up close - the faint stubble on his jaw, the way his chest rose and fell with restrained breaths. “Maybe,” Isagi admitted, voice dropping, “But if it's my dream, I get to decide what happens next.”
It’s not like Kaiser will ever know about this dream, anyway…
This… Feeling… Has been pent up inside of him since the start of the Neo Egoist League.
Slowly, he leaned in, testing, their faces inches apart. Closer.
Kaiser's breath hitched, but he didn't pull away. Instead, his hand shot out, fingers gripping Isagi's shirt collar, yanking him forward.
Their lips crashed together, rough and demanding. Kaiser's mouth was hot, tasting faintly of cola, as he kissed like he played - dominating, asserting every inch. Isagi groaned into it, his hands sliding up Kaiser's bare thighs, fingers digging into the firm muscle there. Kaiser responded by shoving him back against the couch cushions, straddling his lap without breaking the kiss, his boxers tenting obviously now as he ground down.
Tongues tangled, wet and insistent, Isagi's hands roaming up to grip Kaiser's hips, pulling him closer. The dream blurred the edges, but the heat was real, building as Kaiser's teeth nipped at his lower lip, drawing a gasp. They broke for air, foreheads pressed together, but Kaiser dove back in, sucking on Isagi's tongue with a growl that vibrated through them both.
Kaiser's weight pressed down hard, his thighs clamping around Isagi's hips like a vice, holding him flush against the couch. The kiss turned brutal, Kaiser's teeth scraping along Isagi's lip before biting down just enough to sting, pulling a sharp hiss from Isagi's throat.
He didn't let up, tongue thrusting deep, fucking into Isagi's mouth with the same relentless drive he brought to the field. Isagi's hands clawed at Kaiser's back, nails digging into sweat-slick skin, but Kaiser just groaned low, the sound hot against Isagi's lips as he shifted his grip.
One massive hand clamped onto Isagi's wrist, yanking it above his head and slamming it against the armrest. The force pinned it there effortlessly - Kaiser's fingers like iron bands, squeezing with that insane 80kg grip strength that made escape impossible. Isagi tested it, muscles straining, but Kaiser's hold didn't budge an inch, the pressure sending a thrill straight to his core.
Fuck…
Heat flooded Isagi's face and lower, his cock twitching in his pants as Kaiser's dominance sank in, raw and unyielding.
Kaiser broke the kiss with a wet pop, his free hand fisting Isagi's shirt and ripping it open, buttons scattering across the floor like the crushed cans. “You think you can humiliate me on that field and walk away unscathed, Yoichi?” he rasped, voice thick with mock fury, blue eyes blazing down at him.
He leaned in close, lips brushing Isagi's ear, hot breath fanning over his neck. “I'm gonna make you pay for every second you made me look weak. Pin you down, fuck that cute smug look off your face until you're begging me to stop.” His grip tightened on Isagi's wrist, the crush of it bordering on pain but igniting sparks of pleasure that made Isagi arch up, gasping.
Isagi's other hand shot up to Kaiser's chest, pushing weakly, but Kaiser snatched it too, slamming both wrists together overhead with one unyielding hand. The sheer power in that hold left Isagi helpless, his body thrumming with the thrill of it. He bucked his hips instinctively, grinding his hardening cock against the bulge in Kaiser's boxers, the friction pulling a light moan from deep in his chest.
Laughing darkly, Kaiser rolled his hips down to meet the motion, his thick cock pressing insistently through the thin fabric. “That's right, squirm for me. Remember how you stole that goal from me in the League?” He nipped at Isagi's jaw, teeth grazing sharp enough to mark, then sucked hard on the skin below his ear, leaving a blooming bruise.
“Now I'm stealing something back - your control, your pride. Gonna wreck you until you admit I'm the one who owns this game... and you.”
His free hand roamed down, palming Isagi's cock through his pants roughly, squeezing with just enough force to make stars burst behind Isagi's eyelids.
The kiss resumed, fiercer now, Kaiser's mouth devouring him as he ground their hips together in a punishing rhythm. Tongues slid and battled, saliva mixing messily, while Kaiser's grip on Isagi's wrists kept him locked in place, every twitch met with unmovable strength. Isagi's mind reeled, lost in the roughness: the bite of fingers, the crush of bodies, and the dirty edge to Kaiser's words that twisted rivalry into something filthy and intoxicating. He surrendered to it, kissing back with equal hunger, his body yielding under the weight of that enemy-fueled revenge.
Isagi twisted beneath him, muscles coiling as he yanked against Kaiser's iron grip on his wrists. His shoulders burned from the effort, biceps flexing hard, but the hold didn't give - Kaiser's fingers dug deeper.
Bucking his hips up sharply, he tried to throw Kaiser off balance, but the blonde just pressed down heavier, thighs squeezing Isagi's sides until his breath stuttered.
‘Damn it…’ The struggle only made the heat coil tighter in Isagi's gut, his cock throbbing against the rough palm still kneading him through his pants.
Kaiser pulled back from the kiss, smirking down at him with those piercing blue eyes, lips swollen and slick. “Keep fighting it, Yoichi. Makes breaking you sweeter.” He ground his hips once more, the hard length of his cock dragging over Isagi's, sending jolts through both of them.
Panting, Isagi glared up, defiance sparking despite the way his body betrayed him. “You... you looked so pathetic down there on the floor,” he spat out, voice rough from the bites and thrusts of their mouths. “Sprawled out like a loser, crushing those stupid cans while watching us crush Nigeria. Anger all over your face - sweat dripping, hair a mess. Bet it burned, huh? Seeing me win.”
The words hit like a spark to dry tinder. Kaiser's expression darkened, a feral glint flashing in his eyes as his free hand shot to Isagi's throat - not choking, but gripping firm, thumb pressing into the pulse point.
“Pathetic? You little shit,” His voice dropped to a dangerous octave, body tensing above Isagi. He leaned down, mouth latching onto the side of Isagi's neck with brutal suction, pulling the flesh between his lips until it throbbed under the assault. Isagi's head fell back involuntarily, a choked moan escaping as Kaiser marked him, the wet pull sending fire racing down his spine.
Kaiser didn't stop there - his tongue flicked out, lapping at the spot before biting down sharper, not enough to break skin but enough to bruise deep.
He sucked again, harder, the pressure making Isagi's vision blur at the edges, pleasure-pain exploding from his neck straight to his dick.
All the while, his grip on Isagi's wrists tightened like a claw, yanking them higher to expose more throat, forcing Isagi's body to arch into the roughness. “That's for calling me pathetic,” Kaiser murmured against the wet skin, breath hot and ragged. “For thinking you could invade my space and throw that shit in my face. I'm gonna suck every taunt out of you.”
Isagi thrashed again, legs kicking out, trying to hook around Kaiser's waist for leverage, but Kaiser anticipated it - shifting his weight to slam Isagi's hips back down, the impact jarring. His mouth moved lower, sucking a fresh spot just above the collarbone, teeth scraping as he pulled, the sensation raw and overwhelming.
His struggles weakened, turning into desperate writhes, his cock leaking pre-cum into his underwear from the relentlessness of Kaiser’s obsession crashing over him.
Fuck, he's losing it... and it's because of me.
The thought only fueled the ache, making him grind up despite himself.
Kaiser released the neck with a pop, admiring the blooming red welts before crashing their mouths together again, tasting of salt and skin. His hand slid from throat to chest, nails raking down to pinch a nipple through the torn shirt, twisting just hard enough to draw a yelp.
“Say it again,” he demanded between bruising kisses, hips snapping forward in a punishing grind. “Call me pathetic one more time, and I'll flip you over, pin those arms behind your back, and fuck you raw until you scream who the real loser is.”
The threat hung heavy, laced with that enemy-edge dirty talk, turning their rivalry into fuel for the fire raging between them.
Isagi's chest heaved, the fresh hickeys on his neck pulsing with each ragged breath. He locked eyes with Kaiser, that defiant spark refusing to dim even as his body trembled under the weight pinning him. ‘Despite everything... this brat,’ Kaiser thought, a scoff bubbling up from his throat, sharp and mocking.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Isagi managed to breathe out. He watched Kaiser’s face turn crimson as he continued. “You'll always be the loser here, Kaiser. Keep dreaming if you think you can break me.”
The taunt ignited something primal in Kaiser's gaze, his lips curling into a savage snarl. “You’re talking big for someone dreaming about someone you’re meant to hate.”
In one fluid, brutal motion, he hauled Isagi up by the wrists, flipping him onto his stomach across the leather couch. The cushions dipped under the force, Isagi's face pressing into the cool hide as Kaiser wrenched his arms behind his back, crossing them at the wrists and clamping down with one massive hand. The 80kg vise locked them there, unyielding, Isagi's shoulders straining as he twisted futilely, his cheek scraping the leather.
He kicked out with his legs, heels thudding against the couch edge, but Kaiser shoved a knee between his thighs, forcing them apart and pinning one leg down with his own.
“Yeah, keep squirming,” Kaiser growled low, his free hand yanking Isagi's pants and underwear down in a rough tug, exposing his ass to the cool air of the suite.
Isagi bucked wildly, hips jerking side to side on the couch, trying to roll away, but the grip on his arms kept him arched and immobile, chest grinding into the cushions. Kaiser reached for a bottle of lube on the side table - clear, slick, and grabbed in a blur - snapping the cap open with his teeth before squirting a generous amount onto his fingers.
‘Why does he just have that?!’ ‘ Isagi couldn’t help but think.
The cold gel dripped onto Isagi's skin, making him hiss and clench, but Kaiser didn't hesitate, pressing two fingers against his hole and shoving them in deep.
Isagi's body seized, a choked gasp escaping as the intrusion stretched him, the lube easing the burn but not the invasion. He thrashed harder, torso writhing on the couch, arms pulling uselessly against the iron hold while his legs flailed, one knee knocking into the armrest.
“Shit…! Be gentle, the fuck?! Get off!” he snarled through gritted teeth, refusing to let the moan build, swallowing it down into a strangled choke. Kaiser's fingers curled inside, scissoring roughly, probing and thrusting to open him up, the wet slide mixing with Isagi's strained breaths.
“Shut up. You asked for it. Now let the noises out, Yoichi,” Kaiser leaned over him, his breath hot against Isagi's ear, his body a heavy cage.
He added a third finger, pumping them faster, the lube squelching as he twisted, hitting that spot that made Isagi's vision white out. Isagi bit his lip bloody, choking back the louder groan rising in his throat, his body betraying him with involuntary clenches around the digits.
He rocked side to side on the couch, sweat-slick skin sliding on leather, struggling to dislodge the fingers buried in him, but Kaiser just pressed deeper, his thumb circling the rim to push more lube in.
Satisfied with the prep, Kaiser withdrew his fingers with a slick pop, Isagi's hole twitching empty for a split second before the blunt head of Kaiser's cock nudged against it. He'd shoved his boxers down just enough, his thick length freed and slicked with more lube from the bottle.
“Time to scream it - who's the loser?” He thrust in without mercy, the stretch burning despite the prep, burying half his cock in one go. Isagi's back bowed, a muffled choke ripping from him as he fought the urge to cry out, teeth grinding while his bound arms flexed, body sliding inches across the couch in futile resistance.
Kaiser didn't wait, snapping his hips forward to sheath fully, balls slapping against Isagi's as he bottomed out. The rhythm started punishing - hard, deep drives that rocked the couch, Kaiser's hand never loosening on the pinned wrists. Isagi writhed beneath, hips jerking erratically, choking down every building moan into harsh, bitten-off gasps, his face twisting into the leather.
Each thrust jolted him forward, legs scrambling for purchase, but Kaiser hauled him back by the arms, fucking into him relentlessly, the lube keeping it slick and raw. “Say it,” Kaiser demanded, voice rough with exertion, pounding harder as Isagi's defiance only spurred him on, the suite filling with the slap of skin and Isagi's suppressed whimpers.
Kaiser's hips snapped forward in a steady, brutal rhythm, each thrust driving deep but angled just off - skimming the edge of that sensitive bundle inside Isagi without grazing it fully. The denial twisted through Isagi's core, building a frustrating ache that made his body clench tighter around the invading cock, but he bit down on his lip harder, refusing to give Kaiser the satisfaction of a real sound.
Sweat slicked their skin, the couch creaking under the force as Isagi's bound arms strained, his fingers curling into fists while his legs kicked sporadically against the cushions, heels digging in for any leverage that wouldn't come.
The slaps of flesh echoed in the suite, the lube keeping everything wet and obscene. Isagi's face ground into the leather, cheek flushed and raw, his breaths coming in short, choked bursts as he fought the haze creeping in. Kaiser leaned closer, chest pressing down on Isagi's back like a weighted trap, his free hand sliding up to grip Isagi's hip, fingers digging bruises into the flesh to hold him steady for the relentless pounding.
“Fine then,” Kaiser rasped, voice thick with strain and something darker, his pace never faltering as he kept that deliberate miss on the prostate, teasing the edge of pleasure without delivering it.
He released Isagi's wrists just long enough to tangle his fingers in the dark hair at the nape of his neck, yanking back hard enough to arch Isagi's spine.
The pull forced Isagi's head up from the couch, throat exposed and straining, a low choke escaping as the angle shifted his body, making the next thrust drag even deeper.
Kaiser pressed his lips to Isagi's ear, breath hot and ragged. “I'll give you an easier one, for your little ego. Who do you belong to?”
Isagi's mind came to a halt, confusion slamming through the fog of sensation like a cold wave.
Belong to? What the fuck was that supposed to mean?
His vision blurred at the edges, the yank on his hair sending sparks down his scalp while Kaiser's cock kept splitting him open, the burn and stretch mixing with that denied itch inside.
Choking again, a rough, involuntary sound bubbling up as his airway tightened under the arch of his neck, body jerking forward with each drive but pulled back by the grip. “The hell... are you—,” he managed, voice cracking into a wheeze, resistance warring with the sheer bewilderment twisting his gut.
Kaiser didn't let up, thrusting harder now, the hair pull keeping Isagi's head tilted as he chuckled low against the shell of his ear. “Smiling at all those players. Yoichi, who do you think you are, showing that off to everyone but me?”
The words dripped with possession, laced with a jealousy that burned hotter than the friction building between them. Kaiser's free hand clamped back down on Isagi's hip, nails biting in as he adjusted his angle slightly - still avoiding the prostate but grinding deeper, claiming every inch with possessive snaps of his hips.
Isagi's confusion deepened, a sharp spike amid the overload, his body betraying him with shudders even as he twisted his head in the grip, trying to glare back over his shoulder.
Smiling? At players?
The dream haze made it all blur - flashes of the field, the crowd, but none of it connected to this raw, invasive fuck pinning him down. He bucked wildly, ass clenching around the thick length as another choked gasp tore free, his arms flailing now that they were loose, one hand slapping back against Kaiser's thigh in a futile push.
Is this… Jealousy?
“You're... insane,” he snarled through the strain, voice hoarse and breaking, but the words only came out as fragmented huffs, his throat working against the pull.
Kaiser laughed, a low, mocking rumble that vibrated through his chest into Isagi's back, and he rewarded the resistance with a sharper yank on the hair, forcing Isagi's neck further back until tears pricked at the corners of his eyes from the stretch.
“Insane? That's rich coming from you.”
He finally shifted, angling his hips to slam right against the prostate on the next thrust - hard, deliberate, the jolt ripping a strangled moan from Isagi's throat before he could swallow it. Kaiser's pace turned punishing, hitting that spot over and over, the sudden onslaught making Isagi's vision spark white, his body seizing as pleasure crashed through the denial.
Isagi's legs trembled, knees buckling against the couch as he clawed at the leather once more, fingers scraping for hold while his ass pushed back involuntarily, chasing the brutal rhythm despite the confusion churning in his head. Kaiser released his hair only to wrap an arm around his waist, hauling him up slightly off the cushions, the new position letting him drive even deeper, cock dragging against every nerve.
“Answer me, Yoichi,” Kaiser demanded, teeth grazing the shell of Isagi's ear before biting down, not hard enough to break skin but enough to sting. “Who owns this? Who gets to see you break?”
The possessiveness in Kaiser's voice sent a twisted thrill through Isagi, mixing with the building coil in his gut, his cock trapped and leaking against the couch from the relentless assault. He shook his head weakly, still lost in the what-the-fuck of it all, but his body arched into the thrusts, hips rolling back as choked whimpers escaped despite his efforts.
Kaiser hummed in response, hand sliding down to wrap around Isagi's throat - just holding, thumb pressing under his jaw to keep his head up as he fucked him through the haze, the suite thick with the scent of sweat and lube and raw need.
His thrusts hammered into Isagi's ass, each one slamming against that prostate with brutal precision now, the friction building a white-hot pressure in Isagi's gut that had his cock throbbing untouched against the couch.
The arm around his waist tightened, pulling him back onto every plunge, while the hand on his throat held firm, forcing his head up as Kaiser's breath ghosted hot against his neck.
“Come on, Yoichi. Say it,” Kaiser’s voice was rough and commanding, hips snapping forward harder, deeper, the slap of skin on skin drowning out everything else. “Tell me who you belong to. Say it, or I'll edge you all fucking night.”
Isagi's body shook, muscles clenching around the thick cock buried inside him, the coil in his core winding tighter with every drag against his walls. But the words stuck in his throat, defiance burning through the haze even as his vision blurred and his breaths came in ragged pants.
He wouldn't give in, wouldn't feed that possessive bullshit, no matter how his ass gripped and his legs trembled. A low, choked whine escaped despite his clamped jaw, but no answer followed, just his head shaking weakly in the grip, sweat dripping down his temple.
Kaiser paused mid-thrust, buried to the hilt, his cock pulsing hot inside Isagi's heat. “Hmph, some type of dream this is,” he muttered, a smirk twisting his lips as he released his hold completely - arm unwinding from the waist, hand dropping from the throat, fingers slipping free from the dark hair.
He pulled out abruptly, the sudden emptiness making Isagi's hole clench around nothing, a frustrated groan ripping from his chest as the denied orgasm hovered just out of reach, his balls aching with unspent need.
Collapsing forward onto the couch, Isagi’s chest heaved, ass twitching from the ghost of the pounding, lube slicking his thighs.
‘What the—?’ He twisted his head, glaring back over his shoulder, confusion spiking sharp through the lingering buzz. Kaiser stood there, casual as fuck, blue eyes glinting with amusement.
Then, with a snap of his fingers - like it was nothing - Kaiser conjured a cold can of cola out of thin air, the metal hissing as he cracked it open, fizz bubbling over the rim.
Isagi's eyes widened, brain short-circuiting.
??!!?
Cola? Just... appearing?
The surreal click hit him like a slap - the hotel suite, the wrecked cans from earlier, the way none of this was even real.
‘It's a dream,’ he remembered, the thought crashing in as his heart hammered, body still thrumming from the interrupted fuck. ‘An absolutely crazy dream, at that’.
Kaiser tilted the can, pouring the icy, sticky liquid in a slow stream down Isagi's arched back, the cola trailing cold rivulets over sweat-slick skin, pooling in the dip of his spine before dripping lower, toward his exposed ass.
“Gross!! Did you just—,” Isagi yelped, jerking upright on the couch, the chill making him shiver as the sweet, fizzy scent filled the air. He twisted around, one hand swiping at the mess on his back, but then he felt it - Kaiser's tongue, flat and hot, lapping at the cola trail starting from the base of his neck.
The rough drag sent a jolt straight to Isagi's cock, which twitched hard, still leaking pre-cum onto the leather. Kaiser licked upward, slow and deliberate, sucking the liquid from his skin with wet, obscene sounds, teeth grazing lightly over vertebrae before dipping lower to trace the curve of Isagi's shoulder blade.
Isagi froze, a mix of disgust and unwanted heat flooding him, his protest dying into a sharp inhale as Kaiser's mouth worked methodically, tongue swirling to catch every drop. The contrast of cold cola and warm licks made his skin prickle, nerves firing despite the absurdity.
“What the fuck, Kaiser,”' he rasped, half-pushing back with his shoulder, but his body betrayed him, arching just a fraction into the sensation, ass clenching emptily as the dream's mist pulled him deeper.
Kaiser's tongue dragged slowly and insistent along the cola-slick path down Isagi's spine, lapping up the sticky sweetness with broad, flat strokes that made Isagi's skin twitch under the heat of his mouth.
The fizzy liquid bubbled faintly against his flesh before Kaiser's lips sealed over it, sucking greedily, teeth nipping at the edge of a shoulder blade just hard enough to sting. Isagi arched involuntarily, a shiver racing from his neck to his tailbone, his cock jerking against the couch cushion as the mix of cold residue and Kaiser's warm, wet suction sent sparks skittering through his nerves.
“If you're going to be a brat, Yoichi,” Kaiser murmured against his skin, voice low and laced with that mocking edge, his breath fanning hot over the damp trail he'd just cleaned. “I might as well just amuse myself before listening to your every whim.”
He didn't wait for a retort - his tongue dipped lower, tracing the cola that had trickled into the small of Isagi's back, swirling around the dimples above his ass before pressing flat against the curve where back met cheeks.
The obscene slurp of his mouth echoed in the dim hotel room, Kaiser's hands gripping Isagi's hips to hold him steady, thumbs digging into the soft flesh as he licked with purposeful slowness, savouring every drop like it was Isagi's submission he was tasting.
Isagi's face burned, a humiliated groan slipping out as he clawed at the couch, trying to twist away but only succeeding in pressing his ass higher. “Fuck off, that's… hah— disgusting,” he bit out, voice cracking on the last word when Kaiser's tongue flicked teasingly at the edge of his hole, catching a stray rivulet that had dripped there.
The sensation was filthy, invasive, his body betraying him with a fresh leak of pre-cum smearing against the leather. But Kaiser just chuckled, dark and satisfied, pulling back only when the last of the cola was gone, his chin glistening as he wiped it with the back of his hand.
Before Isagi could catch his breath, Kaiser's fingers were there, two thick digits slick with spit and leftover lube, shoving past his rim again without warning.
They curled inside him immediately, scissoring wide to stretch his walls, almost mockingly, the burn mixing with that deep, aching fullness that made Isagi's thighs quake once more.
“Look at you, clenching like a desperate slut,” Kaiser taunted, pumping his fingers in sharp, shallow thrusts that grazed just shy of his prostate, building the heat but never quite igniting it. Isagi's cock throbbed, balls drawing tight as the pressure coiled low in his gut, his hips bucking back on instinct to chase more.
Why are you doing this again!?
But Kaiser was ruthless, slowing to a torturous drag every time Isagi got close, twisting his fingers to rub the sensitive rim instead of delving deeper. He added a third finger, forcing Isagi's hole to yield around the girth, the stretch despite everything making him gasp and fist the cushions, but still, Kaiser avoided that spot, edging him mercilessly - thrusting hard enough to make his ass slap against Kaiser's palm, then pulling back to circle the entrance with feather-light touches that left him whining and empty.
Sweat beaded on Isagi's forehead, his breaths coming in frustrated pants, body trembling on the brink as Kaiser's free hand stroked lazy circles over his flank, holding him pinned and helpless.
“Please—,” Isagi started, the word hating him as it tore free, but he clamped his mouth shut, shaking his head even as his walls fluttered around the invading fingers.
Kaiser laughed softly, leaning in to nip at his earlobe, fingers plunging deep again only to halt right at the edge, denying him once more. The cycle repeated, over and over, Isagi's cock dripping steadily now, untouched and aching, his defiance cracking under the relentless tease as the dream's haze thickened around them.
His fingers plunged deeper, twisting with a deliberate crook that dragged along Isagi's inner walls, the slick slide making wet sounds fill the air. He pumped them in and out, fast and relentlessly, building that coil of heat in Isagi's gut until his cock wept pre-cum onto the couch, body straining forward.
Just as Isagi's breaths hitched into a despairing rhythm, Kaiser slowed to a crawl, his thumb pressing firmly against the rim to hold him open without giving any friction where it mattered. Isagi's hips jerked back, chasing the pressure, a frustrated whimper escaping despite his gritted teeth.
“So loose for me, Yoichi,” Kaiser drawled, his voice a hot rumble against Isagi's ear as he leaned in close, free hand sliding up to grip his jaw and force his head back. “Do you want me fuck you again? For the second time in this dream?” his tone was teasing. “Fucking you raw twice, cumming inside you this time so you’re leaking with my load for hours?”
He thrust his fingers hard once, twice, making Isagi's ass clench around them, the stretch pulling a sharp gasp from his throat. Kaiser yanked them free right at the peak, leaving him empty and throbbing, cock twitching untouched as the denied orgasm faded into aching need.
Isagi snarled, shoving back against Kaiser's chest, but the bigger man just laughed, low and mocking, pinning him down with one arm across his shoulders. “You think you can fight this? After I watched you out there on the field, grinning like a fucking idiot the whole match?” Kaiser's tone sharpened, jealousy bleeding through the taunt as his fingers returned, circling Isagi's hole teasingly before shoving in deep again.
He scissored them wide, stretching the already yielding muscle, pumping with shallow jabs that kept the fire simmering but never let it blaze. “That game I wasn't even in - Nigeria crumbling because of you. And what were you doing? Smiling twelve goddamn times. Twelve. Like you were having the time of your life without me.”
His grip tightened on Isagi's jaw, thumb digging into the hinge as he added a third finger, forcing the burn of the intrusion while his thrusts stayed just off-target, rubbing the sensitive nerves but dodging the prostate with cruel precision.
Isagi's thighs trembled, sweat slicking his skin as he bucked into the touch, hating how his body arched for more. “It pissed me off, seeing you so damn pleased, all loose and happy on that pitch. But now?” Kaiser nipped at his exposed neck, teeth sinking in hard enough to bruise, then licked the mark with a possessive swipe. “I'm gonna leave twelve deep marks on this body of yours. One for every smile. So you'll feel me every time you step on that field - know exactly who you belong to, even if you won't admit it yourself.”
He punctuated the words with a brutal curl of his fingers, slamming them home to edge Isagi right to the brink again, his free hand roaming to rake nails down Isagi's side, drawing red lines that promised to bloom into welts. Isagi's cock pulsed, balls tight and heavy, but Kaiser pulled back once more, denying the release with a twist that left him sobbing for air, body quaking under the onslaught of tease and claim.
Kaiser's fingers withdrew with a slick pop, leaving Isagi's hole clenching around nothing, the emptiness making his cock throb painfully against the couch.
Panting, his body was slick with sweat and the sticky remnants of cola, every nerve screaming for friction. Kaiser shifted behind him, the heat of his body pressing close as he lined up his thick cock, the blunt head nudging against Isagi's rim, teasing the stretched entrance without pushing in.
“Hah… your resilience is what really makes you attractive, Yoichi,” Kaiser murmured, voice rough with lust and that edge of admiration, his hand sliding up Isagi's spine to tangle in his hair, yanking his head back just enough to expose his throat.
Then, with one brutal thrust, he sank balls-deep, the burn reigniting like fire as his girth split Isagi open, stretching him wide around the invading length. Isagi's walls fluttered, gripping tight, and for the first time, he let the moan rip free - low and broken, echoing in the dream haze.
‘It's just a dream,’ he thought, the excuse crumbling as pleasure-pain twisted through him, hips bucking back involuntarily to take more.
Kaiser groaned, bottoming out now for the second time, with a slap of skin on skin, his hips snapping forward in a punishing flow that had Isagi's body jolting with each drive.
“That's it, moan for me,” he snarled, one hand clamping on Isagi's hip to hold him steady while the other roamed possessively. He already had that first mark blooming on Isagi's neck - a deep purple bite from earlier, teeth impressions stark against the pale skin, right where his pulse hammered. “One down. Eleven more to go. You’ll wear my claim like a badge on that field.”
He leaned down, teeth finding the spot just below Isagi's shoulder blade, sinking in hard enough to draw a sharp hiss from Isagi as blood welled under the skin. Kaiser sucked deep, tongue laving the punctures before pulling back to admire the red ring forming, already swelling into a vivid hickey edged with tooth marks. Isagi's cock leaked steadily now, the edge creeping closer with the sting mingling into the relentless pounding, his moans turning breathy and needy.
“Mine,” Kaiser whispered hot against the fresh mark, thrusting deeper, grinding his hips to rub just shy of that sweet spot. Isagi's eyes glazed over, body arching as he nodded hazily, the whines spilling out in a wrecked slur. Kaiser chuckled low, the sound vibrating through his chest as he pressed on, hips pistoning without mercy.
Next, his mouth latched onto the curve of Isagi's collarbone, visible as his body tensed under the assault. Kaiser bit down with controlled force, teeth grinding into the bone while his cock dragged out slow before slamming back in, making Isagi's vision blur.
The mark was a jagged crescent, skin splitting slightly at the edges, blood beading in tiny dots that Kaiser licked away, leaving a raw, throbbing welt that pulsed with every heartbeat. Isagi's balls drew up tighter, pre-cum pooling beneath him, the building pressure making his thighs quake as he nodded again, gaze unfocused and lost. “Fucking say it, brat. You're mine, Yoichi - all fucking mine.” Isagi gasped, the possible admission lodged in his throat, pulling another dark laugh from the man above him.
Kaiser's hand gripped Isagi's side, pulling him closer as he targeted the soft flesh along the flank, right under the ribs. His teeth clamped down mid-thrust, the bite deep and tearing, layers of muscle yielding under the pressure while his cock speared in, hitting hard enough to jolt a cry from Isagi's lips. The mark bloomed angry red, a perfect oval of bruises framing twin punctures, already darkening to match the sweat-slick skin.
Isagi teetered on the brink, every nerve alight, moans dissolving into pleas as he bobbed his head in frantic agreement. “Mine to fuck, mine to break,” Kaiser hissed, voice laced with triumph. Isagi could whimper in response as the man’s chuckle rumbled again, Kaiser's pace quickening, chasing his own release but dragging Isagi along the razor's edge.
Shifting angles, Kaiser mouthed at Isagi's lower back, just above the dimples, his teeth sinking into the taut muscle as he rutted up with shallow, grinding rolls. The bite was vicious, skin breaking in a starburst pattern around the central indents, a trickle of blood sliding down to mix with the lube and sweat. Isagi's cock jerked untouched, so close he could taste it, body clenching rhythmically around the thick intrusion.
He nodded wildly, eyes half-lidded in that fucked-out stare. “All mine, every inch,” Kaiser breathed, nipping the edge to deepen the claim.
He flipped Isagi slightly, exposing his side, and latched onto the ribcage, teeth digging into the floating rib with a crunch of pressure that had Isagi arching off the couch. The mark was a linear scrape of teeth marks trailing into a deep suck, purple blooming fast under the assault, visible even through the sheen of perspiration.
The edge loomed, Isagi's moans peaking higher, hips grinding back desperately. “You belong to me, Yoichi - admit it out loud.” As Isagi struggled in Kaiser’s grip, another chuckle, darker now, Kaiser drove in harder.
Kaiser's lips found Isagi's earlobe next, but he twisted to bite the tender spot behind it, on the upper neck, teeth piercing the thin skin while his free hand wrapped around Isagi's throat, squeezing just enough to heighten the rush. The mark was a neat pair of holes ringed in red, swelling immediately into a beacon of possession.
Isagi's body tensed, orgasm hovering torturously close, every thrust pushing him nearer as he fiy cried out, breathless, slurring, “Yours, fuck, all yours.” Kaiser's laugh was breathy at the acceptance, hips snapping with renewed vigor.
Dipping lower, he targeted the swell of Isagi's shoulder blade on the other side, mid-pound, teeth clamping down on the firm muscle as his cock bottomed out, balls slapping wetly.
The bite tore a ragged moan from Isagi, the mark a deep indentation with bruising radiating outward, skin flushed and marked like territory. So close now, Isagi's vision spotted, nodding frantically in agreement to Kaiser's whispered “Mine forever.”
“Forever yours,” Isagi breathed.
Kaiser hauled him up slightly, mouth attacking the opposite shoulder, biting into the deltoid with a savage twist that matched his thrusting rhythm. The mark was asymmetrical, one side deeper with a split from the force, blood welling as Isagi's cock wept openly, edge sharpening to a knife's point. “Say you're mine again,” Kaiser demanded softly.
Gaze shattered, Isagi was far gone to care about the embarrassment. “I’m yours, Kaiser… Fuck…”
Next came the upper arm, Kaiser's hand guiding Isagi's limb back as he spread him wider and sank teeth into the tricep, the bite shallow but wide, covering a swath of skin that quivered under the pain-pleasure.
Bruises formed in a mottled pattern, throbbing with the pulse of arousal building unbearably. Isagi nodded before Kaiser’s words even came, “Yours… please.” The older man’s low laugh spurred him on, thrusts turning erratic.
He moved to the pectoral muscle, Kaiser's mouth latching as he ground deep, teeth scraping over the firm swell before biting hard, leaving a constellation of marks - central bite with satellite bruises from the suck. Isagi's body seized, so near release he sobbed it out, nodding in blind submission. “Mine to own,” Kaiser whispered.
“Own me,” the hazy reply, Isagi’s thoughts being jumbled right then and there.
Kaiser nipped at the base of Isagi's neck on the other side, teeth digging into the trapezius, the mark a precise puncture set that sent shocks down his back, intensifying the coiling heat. Edge blurring into inevitability, Isagi nodded, agreeing hoarsely.
The tenth: Kaiser's hand guided Isagi's arm back further, biting the bicep's underside, teeth embedding deep into the muscle, drawing a line of red welts. Isagi trembled, moans fracturing, nodding as the pleasure peaked near.
Eleventh: on the jawline, exposed as Kaiser yanked his head, a sharp bite that split the skin slightly, blood tasting metallic on Kaiser's tongue. ‘So close,’ Isagi's body locked.
Finally, the twelfth: Kaiser flipped him fully, pinning him face-up to bite the center of his chest, over the heart, teeth sinking with possessive finality, the mark a blooming rosette of deep red and purple, claiming the core.
Isagi shattered to the edge, nodding in utter surrender, “Kaiser's… I'm yours completely.”
Kaiser smiled, deep and victorious, hips slamming home as he chased their shared release, whispering, “Finally admitting it, huh? Good boy.”
Kaiser's hips didn't falter, driving his cock deep into Isagi's clenching heat with brutal snaps that shook the dream-couch beneath them.
The twelfth mark throbbed over Isagi's heart, a raw claim pulsing in time with the relentless rhythm, his body a canvas of bruises and bites - twelve in total, each one a dark testament to Kaiser's ownership.
Mind fractured under the onslaught, Isagi was dazed and adrift in the haze of pain-laced pleasure, his nails digging into Kaiser's forearms as he scratched down the corded muscles, leaving red trails that only fueled the blonde’s fire.
“Michael... is mine,” Isagi slurred, voice wrecked and trembling, eyes unfocused as tears welled up unbidden, spilling hot down his flushed cheeks. “Mihya... he's mine too... and I'm yours... fuck, Kaiser, I'm all yours.” The words tumbled out in a broken litany, possessive and yielding all at once, his body arching as another thrust speared him open, cock trapped between them and leaking steadily.
Kaiser groaned, low and guttural, his grip tightening on Isagi's hips as he savored the desperate declarations, the scratches stinging just right against his skin. “Yeah? You’re just the cutest, Yoichi. Claiming what's yours,” he rasped, blue eyes gleaming with dark delight, thrusting harder to grind against that teasing edge without granting release.
He leaned in close, breath hot against Isagi's ear. “You wanna cum for me, Yoichi? Wanna spill all over yourself while I fuck you through it?”
Isagi's response was a shattered whimper, nails scraping deeper as his body quivered on the brink. “Please…” he begged, the word raw and needy, tears streaming freely now, carving wet paths over the fresh bite on his chest.
With a predatory smirk, Kaiser pulled out abruptly, the drag of his thick length leaving Isagi gasping at the void, hole twitching desperately. He flipped them in one fluid motion, hauling Isagi up and onto his lap, straddling his thighs as he positioned that dripping cock at the entrance again.
“Hold on tight,” Kaiser murmured, hands clamping on Isagi's waist before slamming him down, impaling him fully in a single, searing drop. The new angle hit deep, the head of Kaiser's cock nudging right against Isagi's prostate on the first brutal upward thrust.
A ripped moan tore from Isagi's throat, loud and unrestrained, his back bowing as white-hot sparks exploded behind his eyes.
“Ah— fuck!” He clawed at Kaiser's shoulders, scratching bloody lines down to his chest, the prostate hits coming relentless now - each snap of hips grinding that spot with precision, building the coil tighter, faster. Tears flowed unchecked, sobs mixing with the moans as the intensity cracked him open, vulnerability spilling out in hiccuping breaths.
Kaiser watched him unravel, thrusting up with unyielding force, his own cock throbbing inside the vise-like grip. “Are you going to cry for me, Yoichi? You just keep getting better, don’t you?,” he growled, one hand sliding up to cup Isagi's jaw, thumb brushing away a tear only to lean in and lick the salt from his cheek, tongue flat and slow, savouring the taste.
Another lick traced the trail down to his neck, lapping at the wetness mingling with sweat and the metallic tang of earlier bites. Isagi shuddered, more tears falling as he rode the waves, prostate battered without mercy, his cock jerking untouched against Kaiser's abs.
“You're breaking so pretty,” Kaiser whispered against damp skin, licking another stripe up to Isagi's eye, catching the fresh drops as he pounded harder, the slap of bodies echoing wetly.
Isagi's cries turned keening, nails raking Kaiser's back now, marking him in return amid the haze of submission. “Please... Kaiser… Mihya… Gonna—.” He couldn't finish, lost in the storm, body clenching as the edge sharpened to oblivion.
Kaiser chuckled darkly, free hand wrapping around Isagi's leaking cock, stroking rough and fast in time with the prostate assaults. “Cum for me, then - show me how much you need this.” The command tipped him over, Isagi's world shattering in a cry, hot spurts painting Kaiser's chest as his hole spasmed wildly around the invading length, milking Kaiser toward his own peak.
His thrusts turned erratic, the tight spasms of Isagi's ass pulling him under as he chased his release with savage grinds. Isagi's body slumped against him, spent and trembling, tears still leaking from swollen eyes, his nails digging weakly into Kaiser's back amid the aftershocks.
The blonde’s hand pumped Isagi's softening cock a few more times, milking out the last dribbles of cum that smeared between their sweat-slicked stomachs, before abandoning it to clamp both hands on Isagi's hips. He yanked him down hard, burying himself to the hilt with a guttural roar, cock pulsing as hot ropes of seed flooded deep inside, coating Isagi's walls in thick, claiming bursts.
Isagi whimpered at the sensation, the warmth spreading through him like liquid fire, his oversensitive hole clenching instinctively around the throbbing length, drawing out every drop. Kaiser held him there, grinding lazily to push it deeper, breath ragged against Isagi's neck as he nipped at the skin, tasting salt and surrender.
“You’re truly mine now,” he murmured, voice husky with satisfaction, one hand stroking up Isagi's spine in a rare, possessive caress.
The intensity crashed over Isagi like a wave, his vision blurring at the edges, body too wrung out to hold on. Darkness tugged at him, eyelids fluttering shut as exhaustion claimed every muscle, the dream fraying around the seams. The last thing he registered was Kaiser's lips brushing his cheek in a surprisingly soft kiss, the blonde’s whisper curling through the haze like smoke. “This was a lovely dream, Yoichi. We should do this again.”
Isagi jolted awake in his bunk, sheets tangled around his legs, skin damp with sweat that cooled rapidly in the dim hotel room.
His heart hammered, breaths coming in sharp gasps as reality snapped back - the quiet snores of his teammates, the faint hum of the air conditioner. He pressed a hand to his chest, feeling the phantom throb of those twelve marks, cheeks burning as fragments of the dream lingered, vivid and unshakeable.
Isagi's mind reeled, fragments of the dream clinging like sticky residue - Kaiser's teeth sinking in, the burn of those twelve marks, the flood of heat inside him.
‘What the fuck,’ he thought, pulse still racing as he shifted under the sheets. His hand brushed lower instinctively, grazing the hard, insistent throb of his cock straining against his boxers, tenting the fabric with embarrassing urgency.
Precum had already leaked, soaking a damp spot, and he bit his lip to stifle a groan, the phantom ache in his ass making it all too real. No way was he dealing with this here, not with the team sleeping nearby.
He slipped out of bed quietly, grabbing a towel and padding to the bathroom on silent feet. The door clicked shut behind him, and he stripped off his boxers, kicking them aside as the cold tile bit into his soles.
His erection bobbed free, flushed and leaking, begging for attention he refused to give. Twisting the faucet to full cold, he stepped under the spray, gasping as icy water hit his skin like needles. It shocked the haze away, shrinking his cock with ruthless efficiency, but the chill did nothing for the flush creeping up his neck or the way his body remembered every brutal thrust.
He braced a hand against the wall, letting the water pound his shoulders, willing the dream to fade. ‘Just a dream,’ he repeated silently, but the marks felt branded, invisible brands that pulsed with every heartbeat.
— 🥀—
Across the hotel, in the dim glow of a German team suite, Kaiser bolted upright in his own bed, sheets twisted around his waist like restraints. His skin burned, chest heaving as the dream's echoes slammed into him - Isagi's cries, the way his body yielded under pressure, clenching around him as he filled him up.
Sweat beaded on his brow, and he dragged a hand down his face, feeling the unnatural heat in his cheeks. Blushing? Him? Like some flustered kid? Fucking hell, he cursed inwardly, shifting to find his cock half-hard and sticky against his thigh, the remnants of release smeared on his skin. He'd cum in his sleep, the sheets a mess beneath him, and the thought of Isagi's tear-streaked face, begging and breaking, only made it twitch again.
He kicked off the covers, stalking to the window to crack it open, cool night air rushing in to combat the fire under his skin.
His reflection stared back from the glass - hair tousled, lips swollen from dream-bites he hadn't actually taken, a flush staining his neck that he couldn't scrub away.
Kaiser, emperor of the field, reduced to this by a goddamn shared hallucination? He smirked despite himself, fingers drumming on the sill.
Yoichi... you little shit.
The blush lingered, stubborn and telling, as he turned back to the room, already plotting how to turn fantasy into something far more tangible.