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CHAP. III

Six months had passed since Yoichi had met Rin for the last time. The nightmarish episode has been buried under denial and routine of the daily life so far, but when Rin Itoshi is transferred to the Bastards München club, Isagi has to face the upcoming reunion. And Kaiser’s presence in the mix doesn’t help matters…

Yoichi feels shame and fear, and, deep down, other impressions he himself doesn’t quite understand that light up something in his lower stomach.

Is Yoichi a bad person ?

[Twisted. Be careful darlings. Rin/Isagi/Kaiser, adult characters ; angst & fluff, dubious consent, anal, deep-throat, urine, voyeurism I guess ; fighting as foreplay; Rin being straight out of a horror movie; Isagi being a somewhat concerning individual; Kaiser being a wrecked soul] As last time, I will put the beginning of the fic in here and a link to Ao3 if you’re willing to go on. Read on Ao3 (chap.III)

<- Chap.II

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Isagi was running in the Englischer Garten, totally out of breath. He had been running for one hour straight from the Allianz Arena stadium to the south entrance of the park, so fast that he seemed to be pursued by the hounds of Hell. Neither the warm sun beams nor the songs of the birds could reach him. He was trapped in a burning corridor where he was all alone and where all the tiredness and the sweat were not capable to numb his thoughts anymore.

When the Japanese tea-house appeared around the bend in the road, he stopped dead. He could do nothing but to let the thoughts take hold of him, claws out. Rin. He rested his hands on his knees, tried to breath slowly despite the racing of his heart, coughed a few time and spit on the ground. Fuck ! FUCK !

Six months had passed since that nightmarish episode he had tried to numb beneath the routine of daily life. But deep down, Rin’s eyes were still glowing in the recesses of his soul, in those corners that reeked of damp cellars and freshly dug graves. Yoichi leaned against the trunk of a beech tree, wiped off his feverish forehead. That couldn’t be real… And still… Rin Itoshi was arriving to Munich that very day. Even worst than that : Rin Itoshi had been signed by the Bastards München club, and was going to be his teammate for the next years.

Two weeks ago, when the manager of the team had made the big announcement at a press conference, nausea had risen from his entrails to his throat and hadn’t gone away since then. « Bastards München signed Rin Itoshi for 62 million euros. »

He swallowed the thick and bitter saliva, but the remorse was even thicker and bitter. And he couldn’t swallow it. He had raped Rin. There were no other words for it.

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« My loyal sidekiick… » Yoichi started when he felt the touch on the back of his neck. Kaiser winked at him. « Please, said Isagi with a sigh. Aren’t you tired of this ? — Oh… You have no idea… » He pouted and grabbed a champagne glass passing by on a tray, downed it in one gulp. « You look tense, Yoichi. »

They were attending a party organized by one of the team’s patrons in Starnberg. The Italianate style villa was packed with celebrities and wealthy businessmen, as well as cigarette smoke and expensive perfumes. Isagi and Kaiser had been the team’s aces for years. Kaiser had a contract with Re Al in his early twenties then was signed again by Munich. As for Isagi, his contract with the German club had been renewed twice since the beginning of his professional career. They knew the expected melody of this Ball of Fools by heart. « I’m so bored I could die, said Kaiser. Why the fuck are we here this time ? Oh yeah… The guest of honor. » Isagi leaned on the railing of the balcony, his jaw set. Orange rays of sunlight illuminated the surface of Lake Starnberg.

From the start, Isagi had been avoiding him like the Grim Reaper, but Rin’s tall silhouette would loom into view every now and then, sending shivers down his spine. At that precise moment, he caught sight of the glossy, raven-black hair, and the pale hand holding a crimson glass. Bloody Mary. His fingers clenched harder on the railing. « If you feel like dying sometime tonight, said Michael, let me know, so we can go to the lake and die like kings! » He pinched him through his shirt and left with a chuckle.

The lake was turning red.

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The party was drawing to a long, lingering close. Whiskey vapors were mixed with chlorine and unfinished sentences. Everyone had left, or had gone off to sleep or screw in one of the many rooms of the gigantic villa. It was cold in the dead of night. Isagi was resting his head against the back of the garden chair, staring at the sky. Lights still twinkled around him; music still echoed in the void. He looked around him : on every table and armrest, there were abandoned glasses and half-eaten canapés; he noticed a few tiny plastic bags, open and still coated with powder. He turned his head further. Kaiser was lying on a deck chair, a champagne bottle stuck to his lips as if he needed Moët & Chandon to breath. Blue waves reflected from the pool were licking his face and neck ; blue on blue hair, blue on blue rose. He was absolutely still. « You okay, Kaiser ? » He slowly stirred and met Isagi's gaze. He gave the finger. « Okay, said Isagi. At least, you’re alive. — Am I ? — What ? — Never-mind. » Yoichi got up with difficulty and made his way toward the outdoor bar with a stumbling walk. He found some sparkling water that had gone flat, filled a glass and brought it to Kaiser before sinking into the armchair opposite him. His teammate looked at it as if it were poisonous.

« Looks like we’re the only ones left » said a solemn voice behind them.

They turned toward Rin who was sitting on the other side of the pool, under a parasol that shielded him from the moon's rays. Isagi hadn’t been able to avoid him, in the end. « Are you a werewolf ? » he said with an empty smile. Rin leaned forward and the light hit the lower part of his face. His lips were parted, tongue tasting the night flakes. An indescribable, mixed sensation of nausea and fever rose in Yoichi’s chest. « And what are you, Isagi ? »

He slowly got up and walked over the sound system ; he cut off the mellow electro track that was playing and plugged his phone. He was wearing fitted black trousers under an asymmetrical black shirt. He seemed to swallow up all the light. Suddenly, the din of a strident voice and infernal drums tore through the night. Isagi and Kaiser started. The former nervously raised a hand to his mouth, while the latter burst into laughter. Rin was looking at them. « You’ve seen Funny Games ?  — I’ve no clue what you’re talking about. — Michael Haneke, muttered Kaiser, Michael… Like me ! » Rin walked along the edge of the pool. Yoichi was expecting him to step into the water and float on the surface like a banshee. He sat down on the same deckchair as Kaiser, who chuckled. « You need some eggs ? » Rin nodded, a glimpse of smirk on his lips. « What the heck are you talking about ? — Shut up, Isagi. — Yeah, shut the fuck up, Yoichi. »

Rin and Kaiser sized each other. They reeked of imminent disaster. « What are you looking for, Rin-chan? — Devastation. » Kaiser burst out laughing again. « You’re so funny… I got tired of Yoichi. — And yet, he’s full of surprises. » Isagi’s throat tightened. Rin’s eyes were fixed on him. Yoichi couldn’t help but see these very eyes bulging with rage under the purple LED lights ; the eyes that Rin had the day… A painful flash of lightning pierced his body all the way to his balls.

« So, Mister Devastation… What are you planning to destroy tonight ? » Michael had his flirtatious grin, eyelids heavy from alcohol and deliberate provocation. Rin brought a hand close to his face, gently pushed back a lock of blond hair. Kaiser’s smile widened. « Looks like you're volunteering, said Rin. — If only there were something left to destroy, Rin-chan. » Rin’s fingers tightened his hair ; he pulled, slowly at first, then gave a sudden yank and knocked him off his chair. Kaiser let out a surprised groan. « Rin, please… » said Isagi. Rin didn’t let go off his grip. Kaiser was chortling. « Well, that’s a proper way to get to know each other, sick fuck ! » Rin crouched over him and locked his gaze with his. « You’re so funny, Devastation ! Ooh, look at those eyes… » He calmed down all of a sudden and smiled dreamily. « Abyssal eyes… whispered Kaiser. Und wenn du lange in einen Abgrund blickst… [And if you gaze long into an abyss…] » Kaiser suddenly punched him, knocking him over backward. He straightened up surprisingly fast given his sorry state and grabbed Rin by the collar, knocked over the chairs and dragged him to the pool. « What the fuck are you doing ?! » shouted Yoichi. They struggled against each other for a several seconds, puppets fighting in the blue light. Then they fell together in the pool.

« Morons ! » Water splashed violently over the patio furniture and Yoichi as they fought. Then, Kaiser dragged Rin to the bottom. The music was still screaming into the night. They were not coming back up. Yoichi stood up and felt dizzy, stumbled clumsily against the coffee table, bumped his leg. Kaiser and Rin were struggling at the bottom of the pool like two rabid pikes. Michael’s legs and arms were wrapped around Rin from behind. Yoichi jumped into the pool. He received several blows while trying to separate them, but adrenaline and the cold kept him going and he managed to haul them to the surface. Air hurt his lungs, a hand slammed on his nose so hard he let go of his grip. Rin pounced on Kaiser and pushed him onto the pool steps. They were half-submerged. Kaiser’s smile was tasting Rin’s face, Rin’s eyes were biting his. « I like that kind of foreplay » said Michael.

Rin pressed his crotch against his and Kaiser let out a moan. His hand brushed upon his cheek, his lips, then down on his chin and neck. He gripped his throat with both hands. Kaiser flinched, tried to repel him, but Rin clenched hard. Michael had a faint whine and let his arms drop back to his sides. Isagi was still on the water and no longer felt the cold. Rin was squeezing tighter and tighter. « This is my kind of foreplay, you piece of shit. » Michael wasn’t struggling at all but his chest was heaving. He was as limp as a rag doll. Isagi couldn’t make a move and watched like a child caught off guard by a horror scene on TV.

Rin’s soaked clothes clung on the contours of his body, his wet black hair accentuated the paleness of his face. Beautiful face. Terrifying face. Why am I obsessed with this psycho ? Kaiser was as motionless as a dead body. A putrid shadow filled his eyes as they were rolling back. « Rin, let go now… Let go! STOP ! » Rin tilted his head toward Isagi, and released his grip. Kaiser took a deep breath and seemed to re-enter his body. He straightened up with difficulty and fixed Isagi with a seductive stare ; a lifeless one, cracked like an old mask. « Fick dich, Yoichi. You jealous… Yoichii ? » He took off his drenched shirt and threw it behind him. Then he slid his pants and boxers down.

The blue roses were out, but all Yoichi could see were the thorns.

[...]

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love how the fandom said there's no ugly men in bllk and then we ALL started dissing him on SIGHT when he got introduced 😭😭

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sae itoshi

CHAP. III

Right after the match between the teams of Re Al and PXG, Shidou joins his sweet prince—none other than the Devil himself.

What would Sae dream up next to plunge him into agonizing delights?

RyuSae; adult characters, established relationship; Shidou’s POV; funny smut (I think); Sae still being a psychopath, Shidou being Shidou; anal fingering, fisting (implied) magnitude 9 prostate orgasm on the Richter scale; bottom Shidou of course; sub/dom relationship; playing with death, basically] Read on Ao3 (Chap.3) <- Chapter II

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CHAP. III: Where Hell and Paradise meet

Ryuusei slammed into the door, making the entire hotel corridor shake.

His dilated pupils swallowed the room number: 666, nah KIDDING, boring 405. He knocked with powerful yet disorganized movements. “Sae-chaaaaan! Sae-chaaaawwwwwn ~ SAE-CH— — Shut the fuck up demon!” Ryuusei collapsed in the entryway, pulled down by his own weight as the door opened. Sae turned back toward the bedroom and, doing so, stepped on Shidou’s hand. “Ow!”

The soft candle lights were shimmering on the white walls, white marble coffee table and immaculately white bed sheets. Ryuusei burst out laughter. White sheets, bad choice, uhuh! “What about the caandles? Are you gonna propose or sacrifice me tonight Sae-chaan?” Sae clicked his tongue. “Do you seriously think I bothered to light some candles for you, fucked up whore? The hotel staff did it.” Ryuusei cackled, made a forward roll on the Persian rug then jumped and landed just in front of Sae, who hadn’t move from an inch. Ryuu had a glimpse of his scent, let out his tongue to trap more of his Sae-smell-green-molecules. Could it be possible to recreate a perfume out of Sae? Fallen Angel by Sae Itoshi, head note: cloud’s feathers ; middle notes: latex and bleach ; base note: FUCKIIIN’ SULFUR!

Ryuusei circled around him to capture him in 3D, then took off his t-shirt and threw it to the ceiling. It got stuck in the chandelier. “I’m on FIRE sweet prince. We really kicked your ASS-ES earlier lol! 1-3, TWO GOALS BYY — He imitated a drum roll — MEEE!!” Sae blinked slowly and went to the balcony.

Outside, the night was stretching her purple arms around the Plaza de la Lealtad. Artificial lights was gleaming on the neoclassical façades just before getting swallowed by the park’s large trees. It was two in the morning but the voices of the city could be heard in the distance. “Yeah… You didn’t play half bad. — WOOHOO!” Ryuusei run up to him and jumped on the balcony railing, arms wide open, chest swelling with pride. “¡BUENAS NOCHES MADRID!” He took a few steps, swayed a little on the edge. Four floors down, the sound of a fountain echoed in the darkness. Sae was looking at him with an inscrutable expression. “Are you afraid I’ll fall? Ryuu grinned. — Afraid… is not the right word.”

Shidou took a deep breath, absorbing as much oxygen as possible to fuel his bubbling blood cells. “Oh sweet Jesus I’m the BEST! Did you see the last goal? Did you see it well? Come on come on come on, tell me what you thiiink!” Shidou’s tall body overflowed with ceaseless glitter rays. Sae crossed his arms and took his time scrutinizing him. His eyes… OooOoh Ryuu wanted to French-kiss them! “That last goal was masterclass, he said with a lifeless tone. — OOOOH! You’re praising ME genius-chaaaan! I’m so happy I’m gonna leak all over again!!” He attempted a moonwalk on the railing, flailed his arms furiously to keep from falling over backwards. EVERYTHING IS SO DOPE TONIGHT! He crouched down on the edge and leaned toward Sae. “Can I have a reward, then?” He clicked his serpent tongue.

They looked at each other for a few moments. Shidou’s pink irises were burning whereas Sae’s seemed cold like sea-ice-cream. Mmmh he really wanted to lick them, in fact he wanted to kiss them with his own red-hot eyes; can eyes French-kiss with their tiny pupils-tongues? Sae uncrossed his arms. “Okay. You can hug me.” Hormonal. Rush. “Huh?!” Ryuusei jumped off the railing, brass-band playing LOUD in his rib-cage. Hugging the Devil? Hugging my Lucifer? How CUUUTE IS THAT?!! His heart was throbbing in his trousers.

“Ten seconds. No kiss. Hands over the clothes — he gave him a stern look — Hands above the belt.” Oooh… Inhale… Okay, okayokayokayokay… Loud and clear, fallen angel… Huuuh… Ryuusei blinked and nervous twitches agitated his legs. Sae was right here, within his reach. His hands were going to TOUCH him, like, like when he touched the steering wheel of his car, or like when he touched the towels after getting out of the shower or he touched dango before shoving them in his mouth, like, like… touch like ACTUAL TOUCHING DAMN! Sae beckoned him over.

Ten Ryuu jolted and crashed his whole body, bone, flesh and blood, — don’t kiss his marvelous angel mouth — Nine against Sae’s body, it was firm it was soft it was warm and alive and REAL! A real body — never thought of this, is he gonna vanish in red vapor if squeezed too much? Is he gonna burst like a Eight cherry tomato? — His hips ground against Sae’s hips, crotch slammed onto crotch, entire being squashed, all at one, gnawed soul, silly fantasies, childhood memories — ohO life is flashing through mind gonna die happyy!! — Seven and he pressed and he pressed and he pressed so hard that he could have punched right through his flesh and merge Six with him, ONE body, cells intertwined, ONE soul FUCKING itself through and through until Five the end of time Oooh! Need to cum as soon as — don’t touch BUTT — p-possible! Just rub Four rubrubrubrubrub against Sae’s incarnated flesh EAT his smell EAT his Three smell tear HIM APART FUCK HIM FFFUUCK HIM g-gonna gonna KILL Two himCUMalloverCUMALLOVERHISTEAREDFLESHIIIIIIWANN—

“That’s enough. Enough!” Sae pushed him roughly, had to kick him in the knee to make him let go of his grip. Ryuu was panting and moaning loudly. “You drooled on my neck, you dog.” Ryuusei’s erection was poking through his pants. He kneeled and opened his arms like a christian martyr welcoming the hungry lions and the applause of the Roman crowd. “Make me cum Sae, please, make me cum! I’ll do whatever. Break me I don’t care I don’t give shit about tomorrow just fuck me please please pleaaase!!”

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“O-ow!… Into the bathtub… it’s for the sheets? — Mmh?” Ryuusei was bound on his knees, ass up, head against the porcelain, wrists tied to his ankles. Sae was sitting on the edge of the tub and was working on his entrails for a while. From time to time, he alternated with his length which he stroked ruthlessly. “W-white sheets”, Ryuu mumbled, a sore grin on his face. Sae pouted, but he couldn’t see it. “I don’t give a fuck about this lame hotel sheets. I could mop up your shit and blood with it.” He turned the tap on all at once. Cold water gushed out near Ryuusei’s head and he started violently. “We t-take the bath m-much later, usually! — It’s not a bath. I have a game for you.” He held Ryuu in position. Water was beginning to pool around his head. “Can you cum before you drown?”

Ha ha HA! You fuckin’ MONSTER I LOVE YOU! Ryuusei chuckled. “Eaaasy ~ — With your ass, remember?” He liked a good challenge.

Water was licking his mouth and nostril. His prostate was a ripe fruit in the hand of a harvest deity. Pick it! Pick it! It’s just riiiight just pick it! As he inhaled and exhaled noisily, air bubbled on the surface of the water. “Ooh Sae! Just like that likethatllikethatlikethaaat don’t stop babe please don’t— Sae withdrew his hand. “YOU CHEATIN’ SAE!” Water entered his mouth and he coughed, tried to spit it away, but it filled his mouth again. Sae resumed his movements.

Cold water was fizzing on Ryuusei’s burning skin. He made an attempt to move his head and failed. “It’s getting worryiiing, Sae! — Just focus, then. — Ooh! Fuck, I’m—!” Water completely submerged his mouth and nose. Focus on your prostate, dude! His trapped breath made his lungs ache. He was already out of oxygen.

A violent will to live rushed into his whole body and he jolted on the bathtub, almost broke the bonds. But they were too securely fastened. Sae knew his lover was strong. Focusfocusfocus on your prostate, pal! He was choking and each spasm contracted his ripe fruit even more under his angel’s fingers. Squashed, squeezed, crushed, squashed, squeezedcrushed, squashedsqueezedcrushed…

He was going to die. Then. Oh. OH! One jolt, two jolts piling up three jolts piling up on top of one another, oh fuck oh FUCK OH FUCK! He was… He was…! …!!!!!!!

Ryuusei’s entire body turned into a land shaken by a massive earthquake, CLANG CRAAASH!! Magnitude on the Richter scale?? SIX, Doctor! NO! SEVEN, DOCTOR!!! DUCK UNDER TABLE JUST DUCK!! RICHTER SCALE EIGHT! NO NIIINE DOCTOR! EVERYTHING’S SCREEEWED!!!! EVE.RY.THING. OooOOooH!!! Ryuusei experienced the greatest explosion of his life. Climax blasted the bathtub, waterfall burst from the ceiling Shining style but with cum, hotel was shaken, Madrid had a giant hiccup.

When Sae hauled him out of the water with a firm grip, Ryuusei was still coming, sperm was flawing from his cock like the Fountain of Youth, reviving him from the dead; hotel’s clientele started to glow in the dark. MIRACLE! He coughed, burped and spit water, and he was still coming. MIRACLE! He didn’t feel his legs anymore, heart was on the verge of imploding, and he was still coming. MI. RA. CLE.

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Sae took the utility knife on the edge of the tub and cut the wires. He helped Ryuusei to unfold his tall body, slowly. Blood was painfully flowing back. Ryuu was resting in the angel’s arms. Miracle wasn’t ending. Sae was wrapping his chest from behind, his latex gloves still on, fully dressed in the water while Ryuusei’s naked and trembling body was slumped against his, head tilted back, eyes fixed on the molded ceiling. A distant drum was pulsing somewhere between Heaven and Hell. Then Ryuusei realized.

It was his heart. Ryuusei was feeling the Devil’s HEART through his own body. Miracle wasn’t ending. He started to cry. Sae removed a glove and placed his hand on Ryuu’s cheek. “You didn’t play half bad, demon-kun.”

Ryuusei loved and hated giving in to Sae… It was truly Hell on Earth. He hated it and he loved it.

It was a fucking PARADISE!

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One might think that Sae is opening up a little bit... Or not ~