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During the game, Mira can't help but steal glances at Maga. There's something about the way he moves his mouse, the way he tilts his head when he's deep in thought, the way his knuckles turn white as he grips the peripheral harder. It's like watching a master artist at work, and Mira is utterly entranced. He wonders what it would be like to play alongside Maga, to feel the rhythm of his movements, the heat of his concentration. The more he looks, the more he realizes that he doesn't just like Maga, he wants him, craves him.
Despite the competitive nature of the game, there's a spark between them that neither can deny. It's electric, dangerous, and utterly intoxicating. They exchange quick glances, furtive smiles, even the occasional sly wink when Maga is in particular high spirits. The crowd might be there for the game, but Mira knows that Maga is playing just for him. Even if he doesn't know it. Yet.
***
They play cat and mouse, where Mira is a feline, hunting a little but oh-so-precious Minnie Maga down. Maga tries to hide, but there is nowhere, and they both know it. At least Mira does.
Walking the halls together with the team or gathering at the table to watch the games of their rivals, Mira cannot live with no touching of Maga. He likes the feel of his wrist in his hand. Couple of times he managed to grab it and not let go. Were he a dog, he would honestly clasp it. But he always preferred cats, so sophisticated methods are the natural choice of a predator beginner.
***
His darling talks to Den. Mira hates it. He wants to take the nuisance by his neck and physically turn him away from Maga. Pups do not belong with cats or pretty little mice they want to play with.
Magomed is not a fool. He sees the attention. He knows Mira is into him. He likes it. Cannot not with such eyes looking at him back beneath those lush black lashes. He likes attention like a mating cat. But they are teammates and... that makes the stalk more interesting.
Mira needs to be careful. Not to ruin everything with a wrong move. But at the same time, he can't help but be drawn to Maga.
***
Their next game is coming up, and Mira finds himself sitting on the comfy sofa next to Maga and the rest of the team before the flat panel.They talk the tactics, discuss the strategy, but Mira's palms are sweaty. He cannot concentrate fully and loses focus. All because of the bold creature with red pouting mouth.
Maga is leaning in closer to Den, whispering something into his ear that makes him laugh. As Den looks over at Mira, still observing them, he winks at him, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. The tension grows slightly, and Mira can't help but feel a small spark of amusement.
Let him get some fun while it lasts - on the side, under his supervision.
***
Realizing that his advances might be too obvious, Mira decides to try a different approach. He casually leans in closer to Maga, pretending to listen more intently to their teammates' conversation. In doing so, he brushes his hand against Maga's thigh, sending a shiver down both their spines.
The brunette looks at him, his heart racing, and can't help but return the touch, gently sliding his hand over Mira's own. Their fingers intertwine, a silent agreement passing between them. The others on the couch don't seem to notice the subtle exchange, lost in their own thoughts and the excitement of the upcoming match.
Mira can feel Maga's warm breath next to him. A barely perceptible nod is the only signal he gets, but it works for him now. The dessert comes after the main course, not before. There is a game to play and the prize to claim after.