#barebacking

(A/N: It’s a companion fic to my other Isaness fic, “the garden of illusions.” It can be tag as a short sequel to the events in that fic or you can read it as a standalone fic. Either way is fine. Inspired by Ariana Grande’s, “yes, and?” song. I don’t own anything from the franchise. Respective ownership belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura for this wonderful manga and Ariana Grande for this catchy yet explicit song.)

In case you haven't noticed Well, everybody's tired And healin' from somebody Or somethin' we don't see just right

Harsh breathing escaped from his lips as Ness stared at the screen which displayed the current scores of both teams.

Two and two.

Fuck.

It’s an even score now between the BM and PxG.

Ness can’t let that happen.

They needed to win.

There's no other possibility that he can entertain.

Besides, this was the perfect timing to display his usefulness to Kaiser.

However...

...

...He held the ball under his heel and was in perfect control as he scanned his surroundings, looking for Kaiser to pass the ball into.

Kaiser was not in the right position to pass the ball into.

Sweat trickled down his temples. Objectively speaking, if he passed the ball to Kaiser, it was a risky and false move. It could be easily blocked by one of their defenders.

Or worse, Charles might have the opportunity to take it and pass it to either Rin or Shidou.

He swallowed thickly as he looked at the other side of the field.

There stood on the other side of the pitch...

“Yoichi...” He mumbled under his breath as his feet were itching to kick the ball right into him, but he firmly stopped himself as there were two defenders blocking his path.

It’s riskier if he didn’t get it right and listened to his gut feeling rather than the cold, hard logic of his brain that’s supposed to be aligned with the objectives of BM which operated under the rationality of its players.

His heart thundered wildly inside his chest.

An onslaught of emotions and memories came flooding into his senses like a waterfall.

Boy, come on, put your lipstick on (No one can tell you nothin') Come on and walk this way through the fire (Don't care what's on their mind) And if you find yourself in a dark situation Just turn on your light and be like

“Why the hell are were here again?”  Ness let out a disgruntled sigh as he tried to move inside the cramped space of the closet in futile. Isagi was beside him and there were a few spaces left between the two of them to which they could make a few movements inside the closet.

Nevertheless, it didn’t erase the fact that they’re in proximity with each other and he could feel the other’s body heat and warm breaths mingling around his skin which left him breathless and dizzy from the hazy sensation alone.

“Well, it’s past our curfew in the facility and we might get in trouble if one of the staff happens to see us in the monitor room so a hide and seek inside the closet might be helpful to us...” Isagi whispered lightly, sending an amused grin on his direction.

Ness was tempted to punch him and wiped off that complacent look on his face, but he kept to himself and glared at him, which was weakened because of the flush around his cheeks.

“So, being stuck here with you is the most viable solution for this? Stop being so full of yourself.” Ness hissed but he couldn’t look him in the eye or else he might’ve combusted and burned his entire face in mortification and something else entirely. But he could already feel the tips of his ears growing hot at the effect of their sudden proximity with each other.

He felt one of Isagi’s fingers brushing along his chin and tilting it upwards so that their eyes could meet.

Amethyst orbs clashed against his sapphire irises.

Ness couldn’t look away as he was held in place by Isagi. He just inwardly prayed that the other could not hear or feel the erratic heartbeat inside his chest.

“It’s the most convenient solution after all. And don’t go on pretending that you don’t like it here when I can see clearly that you want me here as much as you do.” He replied throatily.

Before Ness could retort he found himself enveloped in a deep yet tantalizing kiss as Isagi had perfectly captured his lips in a heated embrace and Ness’ traitorous body had developed a mind on its own and entwined his arms around his neck.

Both of Isagi’s hands had made their way towards his hips and gripped it sensually, crowding him to the side of the closet as he continued to devour his lips in a wild and passionate kiss.

Electrifying sensations shot through his nerves at Isagi’s ministrations on his body, but he couldn’t pull away nor push him away to put a stop to this madness. He may be strong physically but a part of himself was weak against him and couldn’t stop the dangerous and slippery slope that they’re both falling onto.

Just how many times had they’ve done this already?

Fooling around behind their team’s back... specifically behind Kaiser’s back didn’t sit well right with him.

Nevertheless, why should it even matter now? Considering that Kaiser doesn’t see him beyond his own loyal lackey who was a convenient person for him to reach his dreams in soccer.

Something ill-feeling had festered within him at that bitter realization and prompted him to jump into Isagi’s arms and remove any remaining gap between the two of them and wrapped his legs perfectly around his hips for support and leverage.

If Isagi was taken aback by his sudden enthusiasm and fervor, it was masked by his sensual precision of his touches and kisses along his body and every fiber of his being that drove Ness mad with want and need.

His eyes were closed as a muffled moan escaped from his lips, conveying the sheer ecstasy that the other was giving him.

He failed to see the other’s lips curled upwards, forming a dark smile on his lips.

"Yes, and?" Say that shit with your chest, and Be your own fuckin' best friend Say that shit with your chest Keep moving like, "What's next?" "Yes, and?"

His red bitten lips almost bleed with how harsh he must be biting it.

But considering that they’re in a risky place with a high probability that someone might catch them inside the closet, it was a small price to pay to keep the remaining shreds of his dignity intact.

“Fuck Alexis! Felt good around me...! It’s like you’re made to take my cock alone!” Isagi whispered breathlessly inside his ear as a low groan escaped his lips.

Ness’ legs quivered and his body shook like a leaf against him.

With Isagi railing him like an animal in heat and whispering dirtily in his ear, it was proven to be difficult to keep his silence which was tethering around the edges as a muffled, lewd moan slipped past his sinful lips.

“Hmmm? You’re awfully quiet Alexis. Where’s that pretty voice of yours hmmm? It’s a shame that I can’t hear your pretty moans now compared to how whiny and needy you are when were in the bedroom together.” Isagi whispered and licked at the shell of his ear seductively.

“Ngh... Don’t get cocky now you clown... Fuck...! As if I— Ah— wanted to parade myself around the others...!” Ness moaned out as he glared at him which was weakened as a helpless mewl escaped his lips when Isagi rolled his hips teasingly against his hips and let his cock buried deeper inside of him and brushed along his sweet spot.

“But you’re willing to parade your lewd self in front of me hmmm?” Isagi asked throatily and before Ness could shot him down with a snarky remark, he sealed his lips in an open-mouthed kiss and swallowed all the remaining moans and mewls escaping him as he continued to piston his insides in wild abandon.

“Not that I mind though. I’d want to be the only one who can see this side of yours.” He mumbled hotly against his lips and Ness felt a tremor around his body before he reached his climax and painted their chests with the hot, splashes of his cum.

Isagi followed soon not right after, groaning inside his mouth as he emptied himself and painted his walls with the thick, ropes of his cum.

Ness could only mewl like a helpless kitten against him as he was filled to the brim instantaneously.

He was caught in the enemy’s trap, and it might be his utter yet sweetest downfall in the future.

Now, I'm so done with caring What you think, no, I won't hide Underneath your own projections Or change my most authentic life

“Ness! Over here! What are you waiting for?” Kaiser’s loud voice jolted him out his thoughts and brought him back to the present.

Fuck.

Why did he have to have thoughts like that in the middle of the match?

God, he was pathetic.

His eyes met Kaiser’s and the latter seemed to be harboring an impatient expression on his face.

But his gaze also caught Isagi’s...

...

There was an unidentifiable emotion brewing inside of his azure irises.

He didn’t speak nor signal anything to him.

But a sheer anticipation wreathed along his senses.

Along with this, a blinding light engulfed his entire being as he broke their weighted gazes with each other and let his body speak for itself.

His magenta orbs locked themselves into the net and in a blinding speed, he gave a swift kick of the ball that neither of the opponents had anticipated at.

The magician.

The heart of BM.

The chained midfielder of Kaiser.

Broke free of the chains and did the unthinkable.

The impossible.

Which had been a possibility now as the ball landed perfectly inside the net and the shrill whistle resounding around the field flooded his senses.

Three to two.

BM won the match.

My tongue is sacred, I speak upon what I like Protected, sexy, discerning with my time (My time) Your energy is yours and mine is mine (It's mine, it's mine) What's mine is mine My face is sitting, I don't need no disguise (I don't need no disguise) Don't comment on my body, do not reply Your business is yours and mine is mine Why do you care so much whose d*ck I ride? Why?

“What was all about that earlier Ness?” Kaiser’s cold, unrelenting voice is what greeted him in their room upon getting inside after taking a quick shower earlier after the match.

In the back of his mind, he anticipated that this would come but not too soon.

But he knew that he needed to face the consequences of his impudent actions against Kaiser earlier. However, there wasn’t an ounce of trepidation within him as he could only feel the burst of energy still running inside his veins.

“What was what Kaiser?” He asked casually as he slung the towel in one of the coat hangers before he felt a tug to his wrist and Kaiser had spun him around to face him.

“Stop playing like an idiot and answer me Ness. Why did you do that earlier in the field? You’re not a striker and it was a damn risky move if—.”

“You’re not open Kaiser and you know what I mean. I just observe the situation objectively and align with the rational goal of our team and that is to win by any means.” Ness cut him off calmly and shook his wrist off from him.

Kaiser could only bark out mocking laughter at his response.

“Really? Since when did you become like that huh? Ever since you hang out with Yoichi and let that shitty clown play you like a fiddle, you’re getting fucking weird now.”

Ness clenched his fists to the side before he offered Kaiser his smile which was leaden with sharp alacrity and coldness.

“This has nothing to do with any other thing or even the people I associate myself with Kaiser. It’s the simple fact that I scored because I was in a position that has a high probability of scoring. Do not worry because I’ll be sending you a pass next time if I see you wide open and can reach the goal. Now if you’ll excuse me, I still need to get some dinner at the cafeteria.” He replied in a placid voice and walked right past him to get out of the room, not even looking back to see the expression on his face as he closed the door behind him.

As he walked along the corridors, his gaze landed on the familiar figure leaning on the walls with his hands inside his pockets.

“What are you doing you clown?” He scoffed lightly at the sight of Isagi staring at him.

“Doesn’t it look so obvious? I was waiting for you.” Isagi replied simply as he walked towards him and took one of his hands and guided him towards the cafeteria.

“Why?” Ness asked as he ignored the fluttering feeling inside his stomach.

“So, that we can celebrate together.” Isagi paused and looked at him with that closed off smile of his. “It’s not a celebration without the hero of the match after all.”

His words sunk in, and he let himself be whisked away by the blue-eyed striker to somewhere where they could exist in a spellbinding moment against the world which was crumbling at their feet.

"Yes, and?" (Yes, and?) Say that shit with your chest, and (Say that shit with your chest) Be your own fuckin' best friend (Oh, be your own, be your own) Say that shit with your chest (Say that shit with your chest, baby) Keep moving like, "What's next?" "Yes, and?" "Yes, and?" Say that shit with your chest, and Be your own fuckin' best (Be your own) friend Say that shit with your chest Keep moving like, "What's next?" "Yes, and?" (Yeah)

Wants deep in the rolling, rifting pit of himself to corner Steve in the parking lot after practice, when the gridlock is empty and the sky is gray and heavy with spring rain.

Billy doesn’t want to have to explain himself. Wants Harrington to just get it. Wants him to know and yearn and crave, the way Billy does, throat clicking around the plea to get his narrow ass pinned to the side of the beamer. 

Dick rubbing hot on the maroon-brown paint through his dorky little slacks. Wet spot blooming. That voice begging, whining high in his throat, for Billy to take it off. 

To ruck that ugly fucking sweater up under Steve’s armpits. Get his pants and tighty-whities ripped just low enough in one harsh, aggressive pull that Billy can tease at his hole with a finger or two. 

Tits on display, nipples shiny and puffy and swollen with the attention Billy gives, until Steve’s breath hitches, drunk on the pressure of his dick hitting the passenger door when Billy spins him round. 

Gets his knees knocked apart, gets Harrington’s ass cupped gently in each palm. 

And that’s where it falls apart, a little bit. 

Primal mixing with the parts of Billy that claw for the warmth of Steve. Of every part of him.

Billy wants to fuck him dry. Wants to make him pay for the fields love that spring like weeds in Billy’s throat. Knows it’ll hurt, that he wouldn’t have the guts to try or to entertain the thought beyond the half-baked image it gives him. 

Tears on Steve’s cheeks when Billy slides home. Cock naked save for the layer of Harrington fluttering around him. Adjusting. Steve licking filth into his daddy’s car because he can’t keep it in, cant’ stamp it down. 

You’re so big. I can’t take it, you’re gonna rip me open, baby, fuck me open--

Billy will ask if he wants it to stop. Will press his hips to Steve’s ass, pull his hair, say, tell me to stop. 

Will roll his hips.

Tell me, princess, c’mon--

“What the fuck is your damage, Hargrove?”

Billy jerks, breaking the surface of his daydream to the sound of a locker slamming open. Closed. 

Steve’s watching him from three feet down. Pissed and flushed and embarrassed, like he heard the whole thing. Like maybe he wants it, too. 

Billy doesn’t say anything. Blinks. Hopes he’s not pitching a tent--

“You’ve been staring at me all day,” Steve says, letting the sweater fall back into place. “Guy like you’s dangerous when he’s quiet like that.”

“Like that sweater,” Billy shrugs, shooting for nonchalance. 

Steve blinks at him, cheeks burning red. “You--”

“Look good. Soft, kinda. Cute.”

The hem of that ugly yellow sweater is bunched to show off the low slung of Steve’s hips. 

Harrington’s mouth opens and closes a few times but then he turns away. Ignores Billy’s admission, face and neck so hot an egg could fry an egg on his forehead. Steve pulls the sweater off and strips down to his tighty whities, perfect ass trumped only by the bulge of that cock. 

Billy knows he’s packing. 

God, Billy wants to lick that strip of skin. Rub his dick all over it, cover Steve’s moles and freckles and tighty-whities in come--

Steve sticks his shit into the locker, and Billy has to turn away. Has to at least pretend that he’s not jonesing for whatever glimpse he can get, so. 

Harrington’s locker slams shut and he turns, padding toward the showers. 

When he’s gone, Billy feels like he can breathe again.

Bryans is only half surprised to find Danny outside his hotel door when he gets back for the night. Doesn’t say anything to him as the younger man bites his bottom lip and leans against the wall. They don’t need to say anything. They know why he’s here. Isn’t the first time they’ve found their way to each other after one of their matches. Bryan lets the keycard beep and he opens the door letting Danny in first, “Didn’t think you wanted to be bothered tonight – after all that in the ring” Bryan admits and closes the door behind them. Letting it beep again. Daniel doesn’t have his bag so he clearly went to his own room first before coming down to wait on him.

“I’m not here to talk about work” he huffs out. Daniel watches his every move Bryan’s notice. Like he's still studying him. The same way he says he studied Bryan's matches when Danny was training. His eyes follow Bryan’s hands as he puts his bag down on top of his suitcase, his shoes off by the door and unzips his bcc track top and hands it over the back of the chair. His eyes linger on the jacket though, Bryans is not sure if Danny’s fixated on his name or on the group name, knows it’s because he wants one of his own even if he won’t admit it.

“Then what are you here to talk about?” he asks him like he already knows the answer and steps closer to him.

Daniel surprises him as he surges forward and kisses him. Takes Bryan a moment to react and in his pause, Daniel whispers “I don’t want to talk” against his mouth and it’s all Bryan needs before he’s gripping at his hips and taking control of the kiss. Walking them both back towards the hotel bed.

“You know, many a lesser man would take advantage of that fact, Garcia. Gotta be careful what you say. Don’t just tell me what you don’t want” Bryan tells him and lays Daniel out on the bed under him.

“I don’t care what you do, just fuck me” Daniel growls up at him.

Bryan shakes his head at him and grabs him by the jaw again. “You sure? Because you sure hated it when I did this last time. Well, hate is a strong word” Bryan grins down at him.

Despite himself, Daniel gasps under him and spreads his legs wider letting Bryan slot in between them. Their both still clothed but that doesn’t mean they both can’t feel how hard they are for each other. Bryan grinds their dicks together with a cruel smirk, “What if this is all I give you tonight hmm? Just grinding together, send you back to them all messy?” Bryan purrs.

Daniel growls and to Bryans's surprise yet again, Danny flips them both over and pins Bryans's hands down onto the bed.

“What if I just take what I want and leave you here hard and wishing you hadn’t pissed me off” Daniel growls down at him.

It's the desperation talking, Bryan knows, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to get away with it.

“You think you could? Leave without my come dripping out your ass? I don’t know babe. Not with the way you’ve begged before. Almost had you in tears I edged you so long last time” Bryan purrs grinding up into him and he can already he Daniel's resolve starting to crumble.

“Fuck! Bryan, please? I’ve been so good. I even came back earlier when the show was still on air and –“ he cuts himself off realising he’s saying too much as he blushes. Bryan needs to know more.

“You what Danny? Come on, can’t stop there. Tell me how you’ve been good for me tonight, otherwise, it’s just words” Bryan purrs and in his embarrassment, Daniel’s grip on Bryan's wrists has waved so Bryan sits them both up and pulls Daniel's shirt over his head tossing it to the side. “Tell me baby” he begs and kisses along his jaw and down his neck. Knows his body now, knows that the spot right under his ear makes him melt the most which is why Bryan can never resist sinking his teeth in.

“C-Came back during the show to get away from everything. Jericho just wouldn’t shut up. Everyone kept asking and asking. So I left and came back and all I could think was I couldn’t wait for you to get back too. So I got myself ready for you. Shower and then… I-I used that lube you like.” He whispers and Bryan actually freezes while he processes the information.

“When you say got yourself ready for me?” Bryan questions, voice like velvet because he knows, he just wants him to confirm it.

“I-I can show you” Danny whispers and Bryan nods Daniel raises himself up from his lap enough to slide his sweatpants off and turns and bends over so his ass is in Bryan’s face, slick wet open hole winking back at him.

Bryan can’t even stop himself from sinking three fingers into him. He Watches Danny's head dip into his forearms and his back arch pushing back into them. “B-Bryann please!” He begs. “Please just fuck me!”

“Did you make yourself come?” Bryan asks curling his fingers up into his sweet spot.

“N-ooh!” and bless him he tries to answer, “No! Told you I was good for you. Just opened myself up for you. S-So I was ready!”

“Ready be to used? So your body was as ready as your mind already was?” Bryan asks but he’s already raising up onto his knees and using his free hand to shove his own sweats and boxers down past his knees.

“Y-Yes! Know you’ll make it stop. Too many thoughts I just need it to stop Bryan p-please” He begs over his shoulder at him and Bryan nods. He knows what Danny needs. Stokes his cock once smearing the precome down the length of his shaft before easing his fingers from Danny and pushing into him slowly. Letting him adjust to his size despite already being worked open. Pulls his own shirt over his head before he’s covering Danny’s entire body with his own, lacing his fingers over the top of Dannys and kissing the nape of his neck.

“I’ll make it all go away” he promises him as he finally bottoms out. Bryan swears he feels Daniel sigh in relief. Like he’s been desperate for a cigarette for hours and he’s finally gotten that first hit.

“T-Thank you!” Daniel moans out as Bryan opens his legs a little wider and traps them where he wants them with his own. Letting Danny feel that Bryans is in total control of him. Just like he wants.

“Say it again babe, what you need”

“Just need you to fuck me! Make my brain shut off because you fuck me so good – OH FUCK YES!” the end of his sentence cut off as Bryan rears back and fucks back into him hard, starting up a steady pace aiming for his sweet spot and making him feel good not just getting them both off.

Danny tries. Tries to fuck back onto him, tries to squeeze around him to make Bryan speed up but he doesn’t give in. Not when Danny has starts to shake under him and fall deeper into subspace. Non-verbal but Bryan can hear everything his body is saying loud and clear.

“Not rushing it. Not because you got a headstart” Bryan teases into his ear. “Not because you were lying out on your hotel bed with your fingers as deep inside this little ass as they could go, just trying to make yourself feel like this. Wasn’t enough was it? Had to come and wait for me. God, how long were you out there? An hour? Longer? Couldn’t have been. Not with this ass still so wet and slick for me” Bryan can talk for the both of them it would seem.

It's working though. Danny’s spaced out and got that fucked dumb look on his face as he lets the moans roll out head turned as much as he can so he can see Bryan fuck him. It makes all the muscles on his lithe back tense and dance beautifully. God Bryan is obsessed with him and everyone knows it. Probably Danny does too.

Bryan feels heat starting to curl behind his belly button and his balls begin to tighten so he lifts his hand to Danny’s mouth “Spit” he grunts out and Danny doesn’t need to be told twice, licks Bryan's palm and then spits in his hand letting it trail down his chin as Bryn pulls his hand away and reaches under to start jacking Danny off.

Danny howls, body twisting and dancing more as he tries to fuck into Bryan's hand and back onto his length. Pleasure hitting him from both sides.

“Gonna come with me, Danny?” Bryan growls into his ear.

Daniel nods dumbly and forces out “Yyess ss-irr!” voice hoarse from subspace and howling. “Oh you’re such a good boy aren’t you?” and fuck Bryan wants that smile etched into his soul.

“I-I h-hope so sir” he stumbles out again and it’s really all Bryan can handle.

“Come with me, Danny! – Fuck! – Right now come with me right fucking n-oow!” Bryan slams in one final time and comes buried deep inside of him. His heartbeat is loud in his ears but he can still hear Danny wailing out, head thrown back onto Bryans's shoulder as he squeezes around him like a velvet hot vice and spilling over Bryan's hand. Bryan strokes him through it and licks over the bite mark on his neck from earlier.

Bryan rolls them both onto their sides before they collapse in a pile on the bed, and hums happily. “Feeling good?” he asks and lifts his hand as a silent offer to Danny who starts to lick his own come from Bryan's fingers.

“mhmm. Real good” he promises Bryan around his index finger.

“You wanna stay here tonight? Where it’s quiet?” Bryan offers and Danny nods as his tongue swirls around his finger making sure it’s spit clean.

“If that’s okay?” he whispers up at him somehow managing to look that innocent while he’s licking his own come from Bryan’s hand and Bryan's cock still buried in his ass.