life is too short and love is too long

Written for 100ships prompt #76 Jet and 10trueloves Table 2, #02 Lust.

Title: i still want you
Rating: Teen
Category: M/M
Fandom: Blue Lock
Author: shroomy(y)star
Ship/Characters: Isagi Yoichi/Alexis Ness
Warnings/Notes: unresolved belligerent sexual tension, minor kaiser/ness, happy birthday ness!!!
Word Count: 1919
[100ships table] [10trueloves table]

They’re jet-black like this, Ness’ eyes. Dark, so dark that it feels like there’s a certain suction in the room, like Isagi is going to disappear into them, be swallowed whole. He feels this, somehow: in vertigo spirals all over his body, even when in actuality, the only thing he’s doing is lying limp on the bed with Ness on top of him in the half-dark of his (shared, a voice at the very back of his head says, because there are other people that could come back here at any given moment, and this fact pulses headily in Isagi’s ears and his throat and the point of contact between them) room. Somehow.

Don’t stick your dick in crazy, the voice at the very back of his head says, too, and probably has for quite a while, but he’s usually so preoccupied with football that this isn’t something he consciously thinks about a lot, anyway. But. Well.

Well.

They’re jet-black like this, Ness’ eyes, wide in the foaming sort of crazed anger that Isagi feels pounding in his chest, where his heart is currently attempting suicide via throwing itself against his sternum repeatedly. Adrenaline rushes through him so harshly it threatens to boil him alive. He feels like he can hardly even breathe underneath it.

Ness is beautiful, actually, Isagi is realizing now. And, well, he thinks somewhere, somehow, he had already noticed this, but it’d been subconscious whereas right now it is smacking him right in the face. Ness is beautiful, with his curly, wine-colored hair and the—usually—big, glittering eyes and the long, delicate lashes and those pouty lips that look perpetually kiss-bitten (though it’s likely just Ness chewing on them, the loser) in a way that is really entirely too erotic and hardly fair. Way too erotic.

And those thighs. Well. Well. Well.

Isagi isn’t entirely sure how they got here. Ness is sort of heavy, actually. He thinks this might be a wet dream, but if it was, perhaps Ness wouldn’t be so angry with him, but at least he’s let go of Isagi’s collar by now, apparently in favor of looming over him eerily.

Or, well, hell, maybe he would be angry even then. Who even knows at this point.

“You insane weirdo,” he says, palms itching to touch, touch, touch. Don’t stick your dick in crazy, the voice at the very back of his head says, but he’s notoriously bad at listening. “Will you get off me? Are we putting assault on the list now?”

Ness shivers, full-body, in anger. It’s too erotic. It really is entirely and ridiculously and completely erotic. How the hell does this guy not notice that? Is he really not doing any of this on purpose? God, and the way his chest heaves. The way he’s straddling Isagi, and if they nudged just a little closer, Ness’d feel… Isagi could feel…

There’s no way he’s not doing this on purpose.

“Pervert,” Isagi adds. Ness flushes bright and angry red; desaturated in the dark, heady. Isagi wonders how far down his throat it reaches.

“You—!” barks Ness, bark, bark, bark. Isagi rolls his eyes. “You—don’t be full of yourself, baby Yoichi, I would never—wouldn’t even want to—you disgusting, filthy piece of shit! Piece of shit Yoichi!”

And yeah, okay, Isagi is remembering why he actually hasn’t thought of fucking this guy yet. Seriously, that is. Like, actually, genuinely seriously, instead of just passing thoughts. Yeah. Because he’s really fucking annoying.

Isagi sticks out his tongue. “Well, you did attack me and pin me into a bed. My bed, actually, y’know.”

Ness snarls, all dog. He’s beautiful, but his attitude needs some serious work; and perhaps Isagi is going insane, too—perhaps Ness is contagious—because it’s cute, kind of. All bark and no bite, yip, yip, yipping. Clawing into the sheets with trembling hands, face red in anger, pretty lips all twisted. Eyes jet-black and eerie, still.

Ah, it’s no good. Ness might actually chew him up at this rate. Or, well, at least try. His teeth are shiny and pearly-white and Isagi feels almost inclined to shove his fingers into Ness’ mouth, to touch them, if only because that would shut him up.

“Only because you’re so—” Ness starts, shrill and hysterical, and he’s really going to make Isagi’s head hurt like this. “Infuriating! Stupid! Pathetic! Skulking about in the dark, what are you playing at, huh?!”

Well, training. Obviously. Unlike some other people, Isagi does take Blue Lock quite seriously.

“Ness, I know that’s hard for your brain to realize, but the world doesn’t revolve around you—well, around Kaiser, really.”

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!”

Then Ness starts with a gasped Ah! all pornographic on top of Isagi—he has to be doing it on purpose, he has to be, what the hell—and Isagi realizes he did, after all, put his hand on Ness’ thigh now. Well, who can blame him, really? And he’s probably about to get mauled, anyway, so why not take the chance? All of that barking and the black-hole eyes and the eerie silence otherwise—god knows where the others are; still showering, maybe, and Isagi gets some sick sort of glee in the pit of his stomach when he imagines Kaiser stomping about the facility trying to find Ness while Ness is in Isagi’s bed—make all of it blur and warp together, so who can blame him, really? He’s not thinking clearly.

Neither is Ness, clearly.

“You—” slips out of Ness, lips pursing, then pulling back into a snarl again. Lashes twitching. Ah, ah, ah, this is bad. “You’re the pervert, let go of me…!”

“You’re sitting on my dick, genius!”

“That gives you no right—!”

Ness stops in the middle of his sentence, jaw clicking shut so audibly that Isagi nearly cringes. What the hell is your problem now, he wants to spit, but that’s when Ness rocks forward almost experimentally, and also, well, grinds right against Isagi’s half hard cock. So. Ah. Yeah, that makes sense.

Ness’ mouth falls open, and for a moment, Isagi expects another tirade. More half-rabid, hissed ranting, with his irritating voice and those bloodshot eyes and the vocabulary of a kindergarten kid trying to be vicious. Stomping his foot and ranting about stupid Yoichi ugly Yoichi dumb Yoichi piece of shit Yoichi pervert Yoichi or, or, or, or, and honestly, he isn’t quite sure if he could hold on to his sanity that way—because Alexis Ness is just as annoying as he is erotic, and Isagi thinks he wants to shake him twice as much as he wants to potentially fuck him—but it never comes.

Instead, Ness gapes. His wobbling mouth parts then closes again, his face dusting darker and darker in the dim light, until nearly all of him is a black hole, pulling Isagi in, closer, closer, closer. Vague fantasies rush through Isagi’s body, hazy and visceral: like toppling them over, and getting on top of Ness instead, like feeling the heat of Ness’ skin, see if it gets softer around his inner thighs, bite there maybe. Like shutting Ness up with his mouth or his fingers stuffed into it.

It’s stupid. Ness and Kaiser are probably like that, and even if they aren’t, Ness wants them to, doesn’t he? Ness wouldn’t let Isagi fuck him, even if Isagi actually tried; and it feels so far away, anyway, because it’s just been a fleeting thought so far, so why would he actually try to? God, he can’t imagine the hassle of fucking Alexis Ness, of having to deal with him in the process. And he wouldn’t let him, anyway.

But. Well. Ness is still sitting right there.

It’s the atmosphere, Isagi thinks. It’s the black-hole atmosphere, the scent of a familiar room that has never seen feelings (desires, rather) like this before, and the solid weight of Ness on top of him—the fact that Ness is still right there, with big, angry eyes and a red face, but still right there—that emboldens him. He brushes his hand higher, digs his fingertips into Ness’ flesh. He’s so lucky that he’s wearing shorts today. Usually, Ness is always all covered up.

Usually…

“Ah,” gasps Ness, like it’s punched out of him. Shrill, almost like a moan.

Something in Isagi’s head pops. A few things happen in quick succession, so fast that it takes Isagi’s brain quite the while to fully catch up to them: he thinks he lunges for Ness, grabbing at him, and he thinks Ness swats at him, nails catching on like he’s trying to grab, too, even while he’s recoiling. What ends up actually happening, in the end, is that Ness topples over and hits his head on the foot of the bed with a dull thud that Isagi winces at. His head throbs in sympathy.

“Ow!” Ness yelps. Isagi stares, blinks, hand hovering in the air, while he watches the way Ness curls up into a ball, whining and whimpering like a kicked dog. Isagi’s cock gives a little kick, too. “Owwww…”

Isagi swallows. “Ah,” slips out of him. “Um. I’m sorry. Are you alright…? I didn’t mean to—”

Ness’ head snaps up, and they are still jet-black and foaming like this, his eyes. So intense that Isagi’s breath trips over itself and falls flat on its face.

“Didn’t mean to,” Ness shrieks, because he always has to go and ruin absolutely everything, and can’t let Isagi even have one single thing in this lifetime, because he’s the most annoying guy in the existence of ever (though, actually, that might just be Kaiser). “Didn’t mean to! You—you—”

Once more, he doesn’t actually end up launching into another tirade (Isagi was already in the process of lifting his hands to stuff his index fingers into his ears); instead, he rolls off the bed and stumbles in the direction of the door. With… with his tail all tucked between his legs, even though it was him who attacked Isagi in the first place. Even though it was him who started all of this nonsense. It manages to spread in some sort of satisfaction in Isagi’s chest, sink into his cells until he feels like he’s overheating.

He is a little embarrassed now, too, however. This really is so very ridiculous. He can’t believe he let Ness pull him into these embarrassing antics.

“I’m leaving!” Ness announces, like anyone cares, or like he wasn’t the one who came here in the first place to do god knows what. Try and intimidate Isagi, or something like that, probably. Well, look at him now. Look at him now, with his black eyes and the heaving chest and the red face and the nice thighs and the trembling body and the…

Hang on. Ness is hard.

It’s barely visible, what with the shorts and all, but with the way Ness is stumbling, the fabric stretches just so, and… yeah. That is definitely the beginnings of an erection at least. Isagi stares, stares, stares, a faint ringing in his ears.

“You have a bo—”

“Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!”

Ness slams on the close button of the door so hard Isagi flinches, then disappears around the corner much faster than the door can close behind him, leaving one last quick, panicked, squeaky breath behind. Isagi stares.

Then he drops back onto his back and shoves his hand down his pants.