#floydace

Floyd and Ace were contradictions, but on two very different levels. 

Floyd was a contradiction in the sense that he never did what people expected of him at the moment. One minute he can go from being really excited about something to utterly bored and uninterested. He can shoot you a death glare so bad your ancestors could feel it, yet one little thing can make him as cheerful as the next person and he would start acting as if the two of you are best buddies. Overall, one should not trust Floyd, no matter his mood.  

Ace, on the other hand is a contradiction in the sense that he will say something, tend to mean it, but then get lazy and give up. He would mean one thing and then feel the complete opposite when alone or with people whom he trusted. That was the thing with Ace, he was fickle but once you got down to his core and saw him, he was easy enough to read. Floyd however, continues to remain a mystery, even to those closest to him. 

So, suffice to say, everybody’s reaction to their relationship is extreme and utter shock. If they told anyone. 

See, with all the contradictions around Ace, one would at first think he would soak up any and all kinds of attention and soak up in it. Reality was far less kind. 

Truth was, Ace was shy. He hated the unnecessary attention, especially if it was towards something that he didn’t believe should have any fuss happen to, and dating the school's psychopath would surely land him in the spotlight, and not in a good way. Second, he enjoyed keeping the charade between him and Floyd. It made things almost…sweet, when it was just the two of them again and Ace always cherished the moments where the eel would just hold him close, whether Ace was sitting on his lap or Floyd had decided to pick him up and hold him. Laying with Floyd soothed away his anxiety and helped him remain calm, even during the most stressful times. 

Unfortunately, the other as to why he didn’t want to tell anyone why he and Floyd were dating was because he was scared. Scared of the reactions, the judgements, the ostracization was scared of it all.  

Thankfully, Floyd understood. To an extent anyway. He made sure to remain his usual, terrifying self in public but when it was just the two of them? Floyd was the sweetest. However, his tendency to squeeze has also been changed to biting Ace at every moment possible to establish ownership.  

(As much as Ace tried to pretend, he didn’t like it he couldn’t help but stare at the marks, when he was in the privacy of the bathroom or his room when he knew none of his dormmates would be in, and just smile to himself. Because he knew who had done them to him and he knew he could trust him with his life and with his heart.) 

Ace and Floyd had managed to keep their relationship a secret for a good while now. As possessive as Floyd was, he rarely acted out on it in public, much to Ace’s surprise and relief. 

However, there is just so much one can take before someone snaps. 

^^^ 

“Holy shit!” Ace swore as he stared at the shirt in his hand 

“Language Trappola!” Barked Vargas, but it lacked the usual fire in it. In fact, Vargas seemed almost chuffed by the reaction that the younger had had. 

Why? Because today was the day that the NRC basketball team would be receiving their uniforms. 

“Told you.” Jamil smugly replied as he crossed his arm, bunching up his uniform in one hand. 

“Ne~ Why does crabby sound so shocked? You thought we would be lying?” asked Floyd, smiling threateningly as he loomed over Ace, eyes closed and teeth showing through his smile. 

Ace gulped and gave a nervous giggle, and attempted to pacify his boyfriend. “W-well you can’t blame me! Last month you tricked me!” he whined, attempting to play the cute whiny way out of it. 

Thankfully, Floyd brought it. He was always more lenient with the redhead. 

“You’re lucky you’re so cute.” Floyd giggled, pinching Ace’s cheek before mockingly patting it whilst cooing. “Isn’t that right, guys?” Floyd turned to the rest of them with a closed-eye smile with teeth. 

The rest of the guys didn’t know whether they should laugh with the other or join him in teasing Trappola due to one wrong move could end up costing them their life or at the very least being momentarily cripped. 

Thankfully Couch Vargas had already had it covered and clapped his hand sharply to turn everyone’s attention back to him. 

“Enough!” But he still had his joyous smile. “Smile with proud, boys! Months of practice and training have led to this moment. It’s now time for that to pay off.” However, his eyes soon turned serious as he gazed at the students in the gym. “However, with this comes another set of news. You will be having a practice match of sorts with Royal Swords Academy.” 

At the news the room exploded into noise. 

“EHHHHH!?” The second and third yells yelled out, eyes turning blood thirsty. Meanwhile, the rest of the first years, sans Ace, just stared at them in confusion. 

“Umm, what’s with that reaction?” asked a Scarabian first year. 

“NRC has essentially lost any and all competitions to RSA. There is a lot of bad blood.” Explained Ace. 

“As Trappola said.” Agreed Vargas but it appeared to pain him to do so. “Which means we must at least take back our honour, for even just a second.” A roar of approval sounded from the older years whilst Ace just shook his head and sighed. 

Extra training meant less time spent with Floyd in an environment that didn’t consist of him flipping out every two minutes. Talk about lame. 

“Neh, don’t worry crabby.” Floyd reassured, coming from behind Ace and picking the first year up easily. Ignoring the yelping, Floyd turned the younger around to face him. “We can beat them and laugh as they cry.” 

…Ace stared at his boyfriend and it was like days like this he was grateful for the fact that they were dating which forced Floyd to be nice to him. 

“Yay.” Ace cheered nervously which sparked more genuine cheery from the rest of the guys. 

Unfortunately, despite the cheerful atmosphere at the start of the practice, it had slowly started to simmer down as both the Couch and Jamil started to crack down on the boys. It was a miracle Floyd was even still in the gym at all. 

“Jamil-senpai.” Ace panted, laying on the ground face-down and absolutely burnt out. When his equally as tired Senpai made a sound of acknowledgement he continued. “I ha-hate you so much for this.” He managed to get out before he fully collapsed, barely even able to continue breathing. 

“G-get in line.” Another boy gasped out as he keeled over in exhaustion. 

“This is worth it boys!” yelled out couch Vargas, barely looking as if he broke a sweat. Ace imagined a meteorite taking aim at his coach and that managed to let a huff of laughter out of him. 

“I’m leaving.” Floyd announced grouchily, moving away from everyone and heading to the locker rooms so he can escape the hell. Ace stared jealously at his boyfriend and not for the first time wished for his stamina. 

“Oh no you're not Leech.” Vargas placed a hand blocking the blue haired teen. Floyd glared at the offending appendage and everyone else sucked in a deep breath with the exception of Jamil who looked bored and Ace who was tired, “You’re part of the team, so you are staying right here.” Vargas was either incredibly oblivious or incredibly stupid. The majority of people thought the latter. 

Floyd’s eyes twitched,” Huh?” he let out, glare worsening as he loomed over their coach. 

Ace managed to muster the strength to go over to his boyfriend and jump on his back, ignoring everyone else’s incredulous looks. “Which one’s better. Popping Vargas’s head open or laughing over RSA’s crying faces?” he asked his boyfriend, leaning into to whisper it into his ear. The second year’s head didn’t turn to face him. Instead, the older took in a deep breath and exhaled it before turning back into the hall, Ace still on his back and proceeding to throw the basketballs into the hoop, one after the other, perfectly. 

The players watched slack-jawed whilst Ace merely hummed and squeezed his legs around his boyfriend. 

“Okay, I guess you can go.” Vargas announced, realising he truly didn’t have a reason to keep Floyd inside the gym. And even though he had only been talking to Floyd before he realised it, he was trampled by the players as they all magically found the strength in their bodies to get out of their new personal hell. 

“So.” Ace began, still on Floyd’s back. “I'm guessing I’m not returning to my dorm tonight?” Ace asked, and shivered when Floyd turned his head at him with a dangerous smirk.  

“If you can walk back to your dorm, all the more power to you crabby. Now, get off my back.”  

Ace quickly jumped off the tall teens back, and honestly, he didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t go back to the changing rooms because he knew that everyone else within the club would end up having a lot of questions for him and he simply did not have any level of PR training to be able to answer them without saying something he didn’t mean. He also couldn’t stay here with Floyd when he was feeling this upset since Floyd had a tendency to get very....horny. 

Which was hot! Don’t get Ace wrong, angry, dangerous sex with Floyd was like the hottest thing in the world, it’s just that he preferred not having sex in front of their trampled teacher and especially not in a place where literally anyone can walk in on. 

“...wanna shoot some hoops?” Ace asked lamely and held back a curse. They were in this situation because Floyd didn’t wanna shoot some hoops! Why remind him of that! 

Thankfully, instead of Floyd making fun of him or getting angrier he threw his head back and laughed. Ace pouted and crossed his arms indignantly. When Floyd finally calmed down, he turned to the younger and smiled. 

A proper, genuine smile. 

“Yeah sure, Crabby. Shoot enough hoops and I’ll let you be able to sit down without wincing.” 

.... Ace might be the masochist. Or at the very least considering it. Because the dark gaze in Floyds eyes, the curve of his mouth and the way his hands flexed as he picked up a basketball and dribbled it a little? Oh, Ace wished his ass was that ball. 

Floyd could also clearly see his hesitation and his internal debate because he threw his head back and laughed again before walking over to Ace, looking like a predator prowling to their prey. Ace gulped, and attempted to take a step back but Floyd simply wrapped an arm around him. 

“So cute, crabby.” Floyd teased, bringing his mouth close to Ace’s ear to nibble on it slightly. “How about this. You be good and play with me properly and I’ll do that thing you like.” 

Ace flushed and held back a whimper as Floyd moved to his neck and began leaving kisses along it. Honestly, despite Ace’s earlier internal concerns they would have probably fucked in the middle of the gymnasium had the start of all their problems not made a sound. 

“Ugh.” Groaned Vargas, sitting up and rubbing his head. “What Happened?” 

Ace and Floyd stared at the man before them before turning to look at each other again.  

“Use the showers in my dorm?” 

“Ask Jamil-senpai to pretty please get our stuff later?” 

“Sound like a plan.” 

With that, Floyd seeped Ace into his arms bridal style and hightailed it out of the gym, only stopping by the locker rooms for 5 seconds to yell at Jamil to bring his and Ace’s stuff to his dorms.