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Perhaps it was the weight lifted off his chest from successfully reconciling with Kaiser, or it was his desire to show Kaiser just how much he had improved, but Isagi played the game of his life that night in Rome.
In fact, it was he who opened the score line, scoring from just outside the penalty box fifteen minutes into the game. He could hear the roar of the Japanese fans, as well as the praises from his own teammates as he was lifted into the air, a triumphant feeling coursing through his veins.
Invariably, his gaze wandered over to Kaiser, who was standing much further down at midfield, but the smirk on his face was undeniable, as well as his raised eyebrow, as though saying really, Yoichi? You’re doing this to my team?
Kaiser was sure to not have Isagi’s fun last long (on the pitch, at least), as he handily scored his first goal of the game only 5 minutes later.
Sure, he was impressed by Isagi, but that didn’t mean he was going to let him have the win.
While the German team was better on paper, most of the players being known and playing for pro teams across Europe, the Japanese team had a true wildcard energy about them. After all, this was only their second official match playing as a team, the Blue Lock players and the former u-20 players combined.
This created a rather exciting match, where it wasn’t clear who had the upper hand. While the Germans had an edge on possession, Japan had proved to be dangerous, constantly moving towards the goal without any intent of holding back.
At the very end of the first half, with only two minutes of extra time left, as though he planned it, Kaiser scored a howler of a goal, a powerful shot from several yards away which no one had a chance to stop.
And just like that, Germany were ahead at half-time.
While feeling a bit disappointed with himself for not having done more after his first goal, Isagi was definitely fired up, ready to go back on the field and show Kaiser the full extent of his progress.
To his dismay, one of Kaiser’s teammates was able to break through Japan’s defense and score, about 10 minutes into the second half. Now with only 35 minutes left of the game, and two goals down, Japan had to come up with something fast.
Luckily, salvation came in the form of Shidou Ryusei, who had gotten subbed in at half-time and was desperate to show off his skills on the world stage. He didn’t play in the first game, and the plan was to switch out Rin for Shidou during the half-time of this match in order to shake things up.
Although unpredictable, Shidou was a monster on the pitch, so it was light work for him to power through the German defense. He then shot the ball into the far right corner, slotting it in with pinpoint accuracy.
Although still down 3-2, the Japanese team were revitalized by Shidou’s appearance, so they knew another goal would be coming soon.
And it came in the form of one utterly determined Isagi Yoichi, with only ten minutes left to go in the game. After a Germany corner kick was deflected by Niko, the ball soared to Bachira’s feet, and he was off like a flash, speeding down the right side of the field, as Isagi ran forward in the middle.
Bachira crossed neatly to him, and he pushed the ball forward still, avoiding a German defender before passing it back to Bachira, who was more open.
He could feel it. He knew it. He understood this feeling from the depth of his soul. He would score once more on this play, without a doubt in his mind.
Bachira dodged yet another defender and, as he ran along the very edge of the field, he once more crossed the ball perfectly, just ahead of Isagi.
Isagi avoided the last defender’s tackle and ran up to the ball, now free in the corner of the penalty area. Without thinking, he aimed the ball directly in the center and shot. The goalkeeper leapt to the side, and the ball flew into the back of the net.
The game was now tied.
And it would remain that way, as the ten minutes and extra time passed, since both sides were too tenacious to give up another goal.
The referee blew his whistle, and the match was over. Germany, tournament favorites, had tied with Japan, the underdogs.
While he wasn’t totally happy by the results, Isagi was at least glad they got a point from this game, and also, he was glad he was able to show off his skills. He had even scored twice!
As his teammates patted him on the back before heading off towards the tunnel, Isagi idled for a bit on the field.
“Yoichi,” he heard a familiar voice call out to him, and he turned around.
Kaiser jogged towards him and removed his shirt with ease, handing it towards Isagi.
“You did well, Yoichi. Let’s switch?” He said with a cocky grin, eyeing Isagi up and down.
Isagi hesitated for a moment before pulling the hem of his own jersey up over his head.
“I guess we can,” he replied, with a roll of his eyes, handing Kaiser his blue jersey.
He stepped closer, trying his best not to be distracted by Kaiser’s bare chest. He placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned in.
“By the way,” Isagi muttered under his breath, “About what you asked me before the game… of course.”
And with that, he whirled around and quickly joined his teammates, before Kaiser could snatch him up on live television.
***
Feeling like a scene he has been through several times before, Isagi found himself sneaking up to the top floor of his hotel and knocking on the door of the largest and most expensive suite.
He had a hard time coming up with a reasonable excuse as to why he was leaving his room so late at night, but luckily, he didn’t have to come up with anything in the end, as Bachira promptly fell into a deep sleep as soon as they got back to their shared room after dinner. Silently praising his best friend’s love of sleep, he scurried away guilt-free to the elevator.
Isagi could hardly say a word as the door swung open and he was immediately pulled in, wrapped in strong arms that lifted him up and carried him to the bed.
Isagi pushed Kaiser onto the mattress and proceeded to kiss him, melting completely into the sensation. It was only two months since the last time they shared a moment like this one, yet it felt like much longer.
It was when Kaiser was busy, latched onto Isagi’s neck, that Isagi finally spoke.
“Kaiser, we can’t tonight-“
“You know what?” Kaiser looked up at him with darkened eyes. “Why don’t you call me Michael?”
“And why should I do that?” Isagi replied, though he supposed he knew the answer already.
“Because we’re together, Yoichi,” Kaiser leaned down and bumped foreheads with him gently. “I know it’s polite in Japan to use surnames, but you don’t have to be polite anymore.”
“But it feels weird,” Isagi said sheepishly. It was hard for him to shake the habit when he never called anyone by their given name. But then again, he supposed this was a special case.
“What is weird? Calling your boyfriend by his own name?” Kaiser laughed, pressing Isagi’s face in his hands and kissing the tip of his nose.
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“No.”
“What must I do to get you to say it?”
“Hmm, maybe,” Isagi mused, not taking his request seriously at all. “Maybe give me a million euros and I’ll think about it.”
“That easy?!” Kaiser exclaimed, sitting up in bed. “What’s your account number?”
“Are you really that stupid?” Isagi retorted, sitting up as well. “I was obviously joking… M- Micha…”
“Wait, Yoichi,” Kaiser interrupted, leaning forward and pressing Isagi against the headboard. “Call me that instead.”
“What, Micha?”
It made Isagi embarrassed to even say that, but the look on Kaiser’s face was so ecstatic, he felt too guilty to refuse.
“I would kill anyone else calling me that, but you, Yoichi,” He murmured, trailing his hands down his arms and finding his way to Isagi’s hands, taking them in his. “It can be your special name for me.”
“Eww,” Isagi made a mock disgusted face and turned away. “How cheesy.”
“But you like it,” Kaiser responded, promptly attaching his lips once more to Isagi’s neck, moving down to his shoulder, leaving a trail of love bites along the way.
“So,” Isagi gasped, feeling the pressure in his chest getting heavier the more Kaiser touched him, “You not only want me to call you a cringy nickname, but you’re making it impossible for me to, ah, change my clothes in front of my teammates.”
“And why, my little idiot,” Kaiser said under his breath, in between kisses to Isagi’s bare skin, “would you need to hide it?”
“Because of course I can tell everyone I am fucking Germany’s ace striker, right?” Isagi hissed, slapping Kaiser hard on the back.
“Of course, you can!” Kaiser replied with a sly grin, not missing a beat.
Isagi frowned, pushing Kaiser off of him and crossing his arms, annoyed at the blond for not getting his issue.
Kaiser, noting Isagi’s deep frown and repressing the urge to call him adorable, spoke carefully.
“I’m sorry, Yoichi, I wasn’t thinking,” trying his best to look solemn despite not at all seeing the problem. It’s better if people find out sooner, rather than later.
And sure, Kaiser had to admit it would be a little controversial at first, but it would be okay in the end. The world, for the most part, had grown accepting of gay relationships, and for those who aren’t, they could go fuck themselves, he reasoned.
“Hmmph, you don’t need to say sorry,” Isagi replied, leaning forward to give him a chaste peck on the lips. “I just… don’t feel ready to tell anyone yet. I’m only starting my career, and I want to focus on improving my playing before anything else.”
“Well, that is why I began to like you, after all,” Kaiser took him by the chin and kissed him once more, lingering on his lips for a few seconds before pulling away. “You always have a hunger to be better. That, and the fact that you’re sexy.”
“Shut up,” Isagi reached up and took Kaiser’s face in his hands, squeezing it tightly. “I’m being serious here, stop hitting on me.”
“It’s hard not to when you get like this,” Kaiser placed his hands over Isagi’s, gently prying them off his face. “I really want to eat you up right now.”
“Whatever…” Isagi’s voice trailed off, quickly forgetting why it was he didn’t want to hook up with Kaiser tonight.
Why… why… oh, I’ll be too tired tomorrow and won’t be at my best for practice.
“So, can I?” Kaiser held him by the wrists, his grip tight.
“No, I already told you we can’t,” Isagi replied, a pout on his face.
“You’re not being very convincing, you know,” Kaiser leaned forward and pressed his mouth onto his boyfriend’s, Isagi parting his lips without thinking twice.
They remained like this for several moments before Kaiser let go, saying simply, “I can tell you want it as much as I do.”
“Well, it seems you can’t read me very well,” Isagi lied, crossing his arms and looking away in defiance.
Ah, my little Yoichi is so stubborn, he thought to himself. No matter. It was fine with him if they didn’t have sex today, since he was over the moon that he could have this again at all.
“How about I just…” his voice dropped, as he caged Isagi in with his arms and got closer, his breath caressing Isagi’s ear.
“How about I worship you all night long? Only my mouth, I promise~”
Just the suggestion made Isagi half-hard, never mind the mental image of it. It was tempting, but he felt a twisting guilt in his stomach.
“Well, hm…” Isagi wasn’t sure what to say in return. Rather, he did know, he felt it, but he didn’t know how to put it into words.
“Tell me, Yoichi,” Kaiser grinned, as he leaned back, gazing lovingly at his boyfriend. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Um, well, I just…”
Isagi didn’t know why it was so embarrassing to say it. Aren’t they dating? Shouldn’t he be able to say these kinds of things easily?
Isagi held his hands in front of him, and Kaiser took them in his, twining their fingers together.
“Tell me anything, it’s okay,” Kaiser murmured, his face soft in admiration.
“What if I… wantto… dothat… toyou,” Isagi blurted out, his face quickly turning crimson.
Kaiser raised an eyebrow, dimly realizing what he meant by that, but needing a little clarification before reaching that astounding conclusion.
“Do what?” He tilted his head, a knowing smirk on his face.
“Well!!” Isagi looked down at his lap, sounding angry before modulating his tone of voice. “You are always kissing me… and touching me… so maybe I want…”
Kaiser felt like he was on the verge of hearing he had won the grand prize in a lottery.
Isagi looked up, reluctantly meeting eyes with his lover, blue against blue. His eyes said it all, Kaiser thought to himself.
“Maybe I want to… kiss and touch you… all over… maybe…” Isagi finished his thought, and upon ending, he knew the effect this had on the blond.
Kaiser laughed. An almost maniacal laugh, demonic even. His eyes never left Isagi’s face, dropping down to stare intently at his lips.
“Yoichi…” he said, trying his very best to sound calm despite the mental images filling his head. “Never be shy about saying these kinds of things.”
“If you want to be the one to eat me up,” he continued, “I give you my full permission.”
“How the hell do you say things like that so easily?” Isagi replied, nevertheless pleased with his answer as he sat up in bed.
“Wow, I wonder why I would want my boyfriend to feel me up and put his mouth on me?” Kaiser replied, deadpan, as he swiftly opened his robe and let it fall onto the bed. His pants came off next, and to no surprise, he was already hard, the outline of his dick visible through his boxer briefs.
“I haven’t even done anything yet,” Isagi muttered, staring down at Kaiser’s lap, to which his boyfriend could only respond, “Yoichi, believe me, you have already done so much.”
Isagi wasn’t sure where to begin. Truth be told, he enjoyed Kaiser’s body when it wasn’t outplaying him on the field. It annoyed him how easily Kaiser could outrun him, easily push him away during critical plays, and overall shut him out during games. But just as much as Kaiser’s presence annoyed him on the pitch, he was equally turned on by him in the bedroom.
His body was broad, muscled but not overly so, with just enough heft to be pleasing to the senses. His skin was pale and smooth, a few freckles scattered across his chest and along his arms. His broad chest tapered down to a trim waist, his abs clearly outlined even without flexing.
And of course, there were his beautiful thighs, the delicately curved lines of his muscles adding wonderful definition to them. These were thighs that were honed from years upon years of running, and of relentless training to be one of the best young players in the world.
Isagi decided to start there. He opened Kaiser’s legs and dove down, tentatively tracing kisses along his inner left thigh. The sensation made Kaiser’s hair stand on end, unable to get his eyes off Isagi’s face, as he carefully moved along the lines of his thigh muscles with his tongue.
“I… like them,” he said breathlessly, in between nips and kisses.
“What, Yoichi?” Kaiser managed to get out, trying his best not to come even from something as innocuous as this.
“I like your thighs,” Isagi said, punctuating the thought with a sharp bite to his thigh, leaving a rather noticeable mark behind. Once sufficiently satisfied with his work on Kaiser’s thighs, he moved slowly up, passing dangerously close to the clothed bulge that looked as though it would explode at any moment.
For a moment, he teased Kaiser, placing his mouth over the clothed mound, causing the blond to jerk his hips up, desperate for more. Instead, Isagi smiled to himself and kept moving up, kissing along the thin trail of blond hair that led up to Kaiser’s belly button. Once there, he ran his tongue over the taut plane of his stomach, pressing against the lines of his abs over and again.
The feeling of Isagi’s wet mouth surveying his body with much enthusiasm was enough to make Kaiser release a few desperate, pent-up moans. There was now a small wet patch on his boxer briefs, soon to get bigger if Isagi continued his oral exploration.
He gradually made his way up his chest and reached his pectoral muscles, which featured pale pink nipples that Isagi thought looked cute, in some way. Either way, his curiousity got the best of him, and he ghosted his mouth over one of them, sticking out the tip of his tongue and making contact with it.
“Fuck, Yoichi,” Kaiser groaned, desperate to pin his boyfriend down and have him now, but at the same time feeling delirious with the pleasure he was already being given.
“You’re so good,” he purred, causing Isagi to let out a small moan as he lapped away at the pale pink of his boyfriend’s nipples. “You’re doing so well, Yoichi, you’re amazing.”
Kaiser couldn’t know how much praise affected him, but as he ground his hips helplessly against the bed, it became impossible for Isagi to hide it.
“Let me reward you, please,” Kaiser murmured softly, as he brought a hand up and ran his fingers through the silky black strands of Isagi’s hair.
“You won’t regret it, Yoichi.”
Isagi pulled away, staring up at him with eyes overflowing with searing desire.
“What is it, Micha~?”
The way he slurred the last letter, a needy whine added to the question, made something in Kaiser snap.
Without elaborating, he merely pulled Isagi onto his lap and began to grind his hips up against him, feeling the wonderful friction created from his clothed dick rubbing against Isagi’s, who also happened to be in his underwear. It wasn’t enough, though, he thought in a daze.
“Take it off,” he demanded, and Isagi knew what he meant without him having to elaborate. In the next few moments, Isagi rid himself of his underwear, and Kaiser did the same.
They weren’t going to go all the way, but Kaiser still wanted to make Isagi feel good.
He put Isagi back on his lap, and with one hand, he took both his dick and his boyfriend’s and pressed them together. Then, slowly, he began to stroke both of them at the same time. They were both hopelessly turned on, enough pre-cum leaking from their tips to make it easy for Kaiser to jerk them both off.
Isagi’s head was swimming with pleasure, and although he hadn’t been penetrated, the feel of Kaiser’s fingers wrapped around his cock made him lose his cool.
“You’re so good, Micha,” he whimpered, unable to say much else but praise, repeating his new nickname for his lover many times over before finally coming with a heady moan.
“I love it, I really love it,” Isagi whined, as he rode out his high, Kaiser continuing to jerk the two of them until he, too, came with a groan.
Once they were both done, they could do nothing but stare into each other’s eyes, the tension in the room thick. After this brief silence, Isagi spoke.
“I like you, Kaiser,” he said, decidedly, without any pretense.
“Hmm, I believe it’s Micha to you, my love,” Kaiser responded with a smile, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“Whatever you say, Micha,” Isagi replied, throwing his arms around the blond’s neck and sighing.
“I’m tired, but I feel too gross to fall asleep right now,” he declared, dropping his head onto Kaiser’s shoulder, rubbing his face against the crook of his neck.
“Hmm, I can clean you up, okay?” Kaiser rubbed small circles into his lower back, before running his hands under his slim thighs and easily lifting him up.
“I thought you were going to get much stronger than me and beat me up?” Kaiser teased, as he got up out of bed, heading in the direction of the bathroom. “You feel even lighter now,.”
“For your information,” Isagi rolled his eyes, “I gained 4 kilos since the last time you saw me, so you’re totally wrong.”
“So you still plan on beating me up?” Kaiser asked as he swung the bathroom door open, walking towards the spacious walk-in shower.
“…I’m reconsidering,” Isagi remarked offhandedly. “But you have a lot of convincing to do first.”
“Oh, how can I ever win your favor, my little idiot?” Kaiser replied, letting Isagi down in order to turn on the water. Soon enough, a steady stream of water blasted the two of them, washing them of any and all fluids.
“Well, you could start by giving me a better nickname than that,” Isagi frowned, looking up into Kaiser’s bemused eyes.
“Hmm, how about, my honey? My sweetheart? My baby? My lover? My-“
“Y- yoichi is fine,” Isagi stuttered, feeling flustered already from the suggestions Kaiser offered, knowing he couldn’t possibly get used to any of them.
“Suit yourself, cutie,” Kaiser shrugged, turning off the water and proceeding to wash Isagi’s hair.
After about ten minutes, once the two of them were clean, they stepped out of the shower and were now going to take a bath in the large, ornate bathtub built into the wall, adjacent to the shower.
Kaiser ran the water up nearly to the brim, then carefully stepped in. Then, he guided Isagi to come in after him, settling him onto his lap.
Kaiser circled his arms around Isagi’s waist and hugged him tightly, still not believing the events of this entire day.
After two months of sulking and thinking Isagi was gone forever, he returned to him. And now, he was never going to let him go.
“I’m staying,” Kaiser said simply, and somehow, Isagi knew exactly what he had meant.
“You’re staying in Munich?” Isagi asked, eyes wide in surprise.
“I mean, I supposed I could stay for one more season,” Kaiser shrugged. “You know, to help you get adjusted to living in Germany, and all that.”
“So you know already,” Isagi murmured, leaning his head back against Kaiser’s shoulder, trying to look at the blond’s face.
“Well, it’s obvious that you’d want to be with… Noa,” Kaiser remarked, unable to hide the disdain in his voice as he called out his coworker.
“Don’t say it like that, Micha,” Isagi complained. “You make it sound like I have a crush on him or something.”
“…So you don’t?”
“…He is literally the best player in the world,” Isagi said, shooting him a dirty look. “It’s not about his looks at all. Besides, I never thought of him in that way, he’s too old.”
“Oh, so what is your type then, Yoichi?” Kaiser ran one of his hands up towards Isagi’s face, cupping it and gently rubbing circles into the damp skin.
“Hmm,” Isagi thought aloud, “I suppose my type is annoying people who think they’re the best in the world, but are not as good as Noa, people who have stupid haircuts, and people who have nice bodies… I guess.”
“Yoichi, first of all,” Kaiser began, “I’m way better than that old man was at 19, and second of all, my hair is not stupid. Third of all…”
“If you want to see how nice my body really is, there is still time to-“
“No,” Isagi refused him, splashing him in the face with water in the process. “We just got clean, I don’t want to get dirty again.”
“Fine, whatever you say, Yoichi,” Kaiser replied, tracing his finger up the length of Isagi’s body. “At least stay the night with me…”
Isagi paused to think. Could he?? He definitely had to be back in time for breakfast with the team, which was at 7:30am, so he supposed he could stay, so long as he left early enough and snuck back to his room.
“Fine,” Isagi acquiesced. “But I have to leave by 7.”
“Then let’s get to bed soon, it’s already midnight,” Kaiser remarked, though they idled in the bathtub for a few minutes longer, enjoying the feel of their bodies rubbing against each other.
Isagi nearly fell asleep like this, soaking in the warm water, but after about fifteen minutes, Kaiser pulled him into his arms and lifted him out of the water. They really had to go to sleep soon.
Kaiser dried the two of them off and then carried Isagi into the bedroom, pausing before getting to the bed. Somehow, they hadn’t gotten the sheets or comforter dirty, so they were free to jump in. Kaiser let his boyfriend down onto the bed gently, then got in himself.
Before Isagi could say anything, Kaiser pressed him tight against his body, wrapping him in a big bear hug.
“I’m happy you’re here, Yoichi,” Kaiser murmured into his ear, and Isagi responded by snuggling into his shoulder.
“Stop acting so dramatic,” Isagi muttered, though moments later, he added, “…but I’m also a little happy.”
“Hmm, you know,” Kaiser added. “It’s going to be so hard not to show you off to the world, Yoichi.”
“What am I, a prize?” Isagi grumbled, looking up at Kaiser and pressing a kiss to his lips.
“Yes, of course you are,” Kaiser replied. “You’re the ace of Japan, who wouldn’t want you? I’m sure half of your pathetic little Blue Lock friends are in love with you.”
“They’re not pathetic,” Isagi shot back. “And besides, I’m happy that I’m being recognized for my abilities, but that doesn’t mean anyone likes me… like that.”
“Well, either way,” Kaiser slowly skimmed his hand down Isagi’s back, to rest against his ass. “It doesn’t matter who else likes you, because you’re mine now.”
“You’re ridiculous,” Isagi turned away, too flustered to look into his eyes.
“But you said it yourself,” Kaiser murmured, pressing gentle kisses along the side of his neck. “You’re all mine.”
“I already told you I didn’t mean it like that,” he hissed in response.
“Then whose are you, then? Noa’s?”
“Shut up about Noa, Micha, I only like him as an athlete!”
“Hmm, so what must I do to get you to like me as an athlete?”
“What do you mean? I already think you’re good, stupid.”
“But ‘good’ is not enough for me, Yoichi.”
Isagi turned to look at him once more, and Kaiser continued.
“What do I have to do to be your favorite player instead of that old man?”
At this, Isagi laughed at him.
“It’s going to be hard to beat the guy I’ve been a fan of my whole life, Micha.”
And to stop him from replying with something silly, Isagi pressed his lips against him, pulling him into a light kiss that quickly turned into several minutes of tongues smoothly sliding against the other, accompanied by Isagi’s quiet moans as Kaiser rubbed himself against his lover’s naked body.
Before it devolved into a situation that would require them to change their sheets, Kaiser pulled away, breathless.
“You still haven’t answered me, Yoichi. How can I be better than Noa to you?”
“Hmm, maybe,” Isagi, still panting, struggled to recollect his thoughts. “Maybe if you beat his goal-scoring record in a year.”
“I’ll double it,” Kaiser’s eyes flashed brilliantly as he hugged Isagi tightly once more. “Triple it.”
“That’s impossible, you dumbass,” Isagi retorted, though he seemed happy by his response.
It was not something he was used to, another person being this fond of him, but he liked it a lot. It felt strange, but it’s certainly something Isagi could get used to the more they get to know each other. Sure, Kaiser was still annoying, but it was the kind of annoying that made him want to kiss him, as opposed to hit him. Well, he still wanted to hit him sometimes, but not as much as he did when they first met.
Maybe the future was unknown, and it won’t be easy to maintain this relationship, but at least now, the two of them were willing to make it work.
After the World Cup, they didn’t know what would come next. But no matter where they were in the world, at least they were together.
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