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Ness had been acting weird lately. Weirder than usual, Isagi noticed.

He'd been unusually fatigued during practice for the past couple of days, and yesterday, he'd even called out of it. 

He avoided Isagi like the plague, which wasn't too out of the norm, but it felt more intentional this time around. It wasn't like Isagi was expecting friendly interaction, but he barely even saw the other leave his bedroom. Which, okay, wasn't a big deal either, but when Isagi did see him, he was wearing a black hoodie that smelled like roses and was a size too big for him, and his face was redder than it'd been when Isagi scored a lefty shot on him in NEL. Not to mention, his skin was damp with perspiration despite not having done anything, and his eyes were strangely hazy. 

It was clear Ness was sick in some way, shape, or form. And it was also keeping him from playing.

So, Isagi did what a normal person would do, and he asked if he was okay. 

To which he got a very cold, "It's none of your business."

Stubborn and rude as ever. Isagi really tried his best to mend the nonexistent, on-negative-terms relationship he had with Ness during his time here at Bastard. After all, they were both on the starting lineup, and they were roommates.

Isagi won't ever be able to forget the expression Ness made when Isagi first showed up at their room door, suitcases in hand and a very nervous smile plastered on his face. He was so distraught and against the idea that he even called Noa to try to get Isagi transferred. While Ness yelled into his cellphone, Isagi stood awkwardly outside the door (that Ness had slammed shut), sweating and preparing himself for more of the omega's wrath.

It wasn't like Isagi was particularly happy with the arrangement, either. No way in hell he'd choose someone who wants him dead willingly. Just having transferred to Bastard, he was assigned to a dorm to share based solely on availability. And with Kaiser gone, Ness had a free space. Isagi wasn't allowed to have a say in the matter, and there had been no room to argue. Having accepted defeat 5 phone calls and a few arguments later, Ness looked like he was on the verge of a migraine when he slowly opened the door to let Isagi in.  

In all honesty, he didn't really understand why Ness hated him so much. It couldn't be anything apart from the Kaiser situation, but it'd been a good few months since NEL— surely a grudge couldn't be held that long, right? Isagi had even lost to the duo during the U20 World Cup. Technically, they were even.

Oh, how naïve he was.

It turns out Ness had zero intentions of becoming friends— even cooperating on the field, he did reluctantly. It wasn't until one day that Isagi put his foot down that things changed. After a heated conversation with Isagi's fist in Ness' shirt and Ness backed into the lockers, Ness begrudgingly agreed to push his dislike toward him aside when it came to the pitch.

Their rooming situation, on the other hand, was a whole different scenario.  

Ness was strict about their space and belongings. He was even psycho enough to assign designated sides of the couch. He made it very clear that Isagi's things should never get mixed up with Ness', or get in his space, specifically, in the shared bathroom they had, and the fridge. And when Isagi asked if Ness would do the same, Ness snorted and asked why he would ever allow his things near Isagi in the first place. Something about not wanting to contaminate them with whatever Isagi could have. 

Looking back at it, they had in fact made some progress. The couch rule was no more, Ness let Isagi use his cologne sometimes, and he didn't look at the food Isagi made as if it were poison anymore. And when Ness returned to their room drunk and depressed at one in the morning, he hadn't immediately turned down Isagi's attempt to check up on him.

So, Isagi liked to think they were on slightly better terms now. Civil, at least.

He wanted to be friends with Ness despite his... attitude toward him. He was extremely talented, smart on the field, just as passionate about the things he liked as Isagi was, and had a friendlier, sweeter side to him (that everyone aside from Isagi saw. That mostly Kaiser saw. Undeserving, if you asked Isagi.). 

Today was an off day, so Isagi was able to get up later than usual. Isagi yawned and rubbed his eyes; he could relax a bit before he went out to practice on his own.

When he opened the door to the bathroom, he was met with an overwhelming scent of berries. So strong, he had to cough. 

"...Ness?" Isagi asked, wincing. The other was washing his face at his sink, oversized hoodie and all. "Why is your scent so strong?"

"Go away, Yoichi," he mumbled weakly as he wiped his face. 

"This is a shared bathroom in case you forgot," Isagi muttered. He walked to the sink beside Ness' and grabbed his toothbrush. "Your face is redder than it was yesterday... are you sure you don't need to go to the doctor?" 

Ness threw him a glare, trying his best to seem intimidating, but the flushed cheeks and glossy eyes made that nearly impossible.

"I'm just saying, we have a match in a few days, so-" 

"I told you.." Ness groaned, "it's none of your business-"

"It sort of is-"

"Little Yoichi, are you worried about me?"

Isagi scoffed, "not a chance. But if you can't play against Dortmund, it'll be trouble for all of us."

At that, Ness fell quiet. He was borderline trembling at that point, knuckles white as he clutched the countertop. Something was definitely very wrong.

"Whatever," he grumbled, turning around and going through the door to his room, leaving Isagi alone in a bathroom filled to the brim with the sharp scent of lavender and berries. He frowned and turned on the exhaust.

-

When Isagi walked in on Ness tripping over his feet and nearly banging his head against the edge of the kitchen island, he decided that ignoring the issue wasn't going to cut it. 

"You're going to the infirmary right now," Isagi muttered as he crouched down. "You're shaking, it looks like you have a fever, and you can't even walk straight." 

"I'm... not a child, Yoichi," Ness gasped out, wincing and attempting to sit up.

"Well, you're acting like one. You look like shit, and you won't go get checked up." Ness' head fell back against the wall with almost no resistance as Isagi placed his hand across his forehead. His skin was simmering to the touch. 

"Go... away," he whispered, breaths coming in short and rapid. "...It's n-nothing." It was clear he was putting a lot of effort into keeping his voice even.

"Are you crazy?" Isagi asked incredulously. How far could someone's stubbornness possibly go? There was no benefit in denying it aside from protecting his pride, but being found panting, flushed on the floor after tripping had certainly done enough damage to it already. "It'd be obvious to anyone you're seriously sick. You-" Isagi moved to get up, but a sudden hand around his wrist stopped him.  

Isagi's eyes widened, mouth snapping shut. Ness had grabbed his hand and pressed it back against his forehead where it had been before, and the strength of Ness' pheromones doubling only confused the boy further. "..Umm," Isagi began hesitantly, scanning over Ness' flushed expression, "..Ness, what are you doing..?" His eyes were squeezed shut, and his eyebrows were furrowed as he continued to apply pressure with Isagi's palm against his head. With nothing but the midfielder's pants to fill the space between them, Isagi couldn't help the heat creeping up his neck. This was a position that felt too weirdly intimate for a pair like them. For a pair like them who could barely go a day without bickering over something pointless. And as much as he hated to admit it, Ness looked unexpectedly alluring like this. Open mouth fanning hot breath against his wrist instead of spitting petty insults. But Isagi shook those stray thoughts away quickly— dangerous territory that was.

Just what was going on? He was missing an important detail here.

"Ness?" Isagi tried again, louder this time. 

Drowsily opening his eyes, Ness stared at him with a pleading expression, magenta eyes dark and unfocused. 

"...Can you let go?"

Ness froze, seemingly realizing what he was doing, and shoved Isagi away like his touch burned. 

"Hey-"

"I really have to go," Ness said hastily, standing up only to be immediately hit with dizziness. Isagi quickly reached out to help stabilize him, one hand on his waist and the other on his shoulder. Ness made weak attempts to swat him away, but to no avail. "Let.. let me go-"

"Seriously, I'll take you to the infirmary. You can't even stand up on your own," Isagi frowned, tightening his hold on the other and maneuvering him so his back was against the counter for more support. Which took almost no effort despite their size difference— it was like Ness' limbs were jelly.

"Don't touch me," he hissed while doing his best to pull away. "Pervert Yoichi, are... are you trying to take advantage of me?"

Isagi's face scrunched up in disgust. Leave it to Ness to make weird insinuations. "Stop being stubborn, we have a game in a few days-" 

"I know t-that-" Ness whispered, mustering up the strength he'd been lacking and pushing past Isagi, only for Isagi to quickly catch his wrist. The raging, now strangely sultry, smell of pomegranates only grew.  

"What's wrong with you? Your scent is flaring up like crazy, too."

Ness groaned and ran a free hand across his face. "You really don't get it, do you?"

"...No? I've been trying to ask you for two days now."

"Stupid, dense, idiot Yoichi! Isn't it obvious?"

Isagi stared at him, truly unable to give an answer, and ran over what he knew again in his head. Feverish, sweating, weakened body, stuttering, heavy breathing, intensified pheromones...

"It's called a heat, Yoichi," Ness snapped, eyes glittering in frustration and embarrassment. "Did your beta brain forget those existed?"

Oh.

Oh.  

The puzzle pieces finally clicked into place, and Isagi's face reddened almost instantly. Now that Ness had said it, things made a lot more sense. It was obvious, and he knew Ness was an omega, so there was no reason for him not to realize. In his defense, Isagi had never seen Ness like this before, so the concept of him going through heats was never an option in his mind. 

"Oh.." he mumbled sheepishly, releasing his hold on the other. "I see..."  

Heats that encouraged breeding and mating that increased sex drive; he understood why Ness intended to keep it from him. Those weren't exactly things you shared with people that you despised. Isagi almost felt guilty.

"Clown Yoichi- if only your intelligence.. on.. on field transferred to real life."

Yeah, almost. Ness really did never give up— not sparing Isagi a single insult despite his own state.

"Well... when does it go away?" Isagi scratched his head awkwardly.

"A few days? I don't know, it's um," he paused to take a shaky breath, "been... a while."

“Don’t you have any of those suppressant pills?”

“...No,” Ness frowned. “I ran out... and I didn’t expect this to... to hit so soon.”

Well, that was a problem. "You can't play like this."

Ness shot him a deadly glare. "Really?"

"R-right, sorry, uh-" Isagi really had no idea how to navigate this— he'd never seen someone go through a heat in person. Omegas always took care of them privately, and as a beta, he never had the need to learn how to handle them. At BLUE LOCK, everyone wore scent patches, and omegas were on heat blockers. He only knew the rough gist. “How did you deal with these before?”

“That’s none of your business, Yoichi.”

“Right...”

“...”

“...”

“...Kaiser. He... he was there, he helped,” Ness mumbled, averting his eyes to the side and crossing his arms. 

“Oh,” Isagi said dumbly. That made sense. Those two always had a weird thing going on— Isagi wasn’t surprised. Not to mention Ness’ undying devotion to him. The remarks he made to Kaiser about keeping his omega under control apparently held more truth than he’d thought. But Kaiser was in an entirely different country right now. There was no way he could be here for Ness. "...Is there anything I can do to help?" He felt dumb even asking.

Ness only sighed, but Isagi could hear the tremble and the defeat in it. "Just.. leave... me alone please," he muttered, turning around and walking to his room on shaky legs, not sparing Isagi another glance.

Surely there was some way to help, right? He heard heats were really difficult to get through alone, and there was no guarantee it would be gone before their game, either. Isagi brought a hand to his chin and started to think. Heats were natural and biological, so there weren’t any ways to get around them when they started. But for the sake of their game, he had to think of at least something.

-

Ness really wanted to die. To just disappear in a cloud of smoke like in those magic shows. Unbelievable— he couldn't even hide the fact that he was in heat from stupid Yoichi. Now here he was, on his side, curled against his bed, hugging the hoodie he was previously wearing. Ness buried his nose deeper into it, inhaling as much of the rose scent as he could. He wished he could drown in it and lose all other senses.  

He also really wished Kaiser were here. 

Having swapped the hoodie for an old Bastard München jersey, his body didn't feel as uncomfortable. The fabric was light and breathable, and not to mention the scent of Kaiser that remained stuck to it. Wearing something with Kaiser's name on it made him feel slightly better, but he was still guilty to a degree. They weren't even formally mates. Sure, Kaiser used to mark him, but it was only out of possession, never mutual or with the intention of mating. But maybe in the future...  

Who was he kidding? The illusion of Kaiser's familiar ownership only helped his emotional state; his body was still screaming in discomfort and desperate heat. It was times like these when Ness wished he had accepted the royal blue dildo Gesner tried to give him. 

Ness whimpered, running a hand through his bangs to lift them from his forehead. If only he could just shut his brain off for a few days, then... 

Maybe if he imagined Kaiser with him fucking him like he used to, it'd help. After all, Kaiser was the one who helped Ness with heats before, the same way Ness helped Kaiser with ruts. It was a convenient routine, and it allowed them to not need medications as often.

Ness brought a hand to his boxers and gave himself an experimental touch. He was already wet from just his heat and lying there. Kaiser... and his hands.. pulling his hair and squeezing his neck.. pushing his head down and fucking him till he forgot how to speak. Ness bit down on the hoodie's cloth to muffle a whimper. He could feel the buildup of slick between his thighs already. His eyes were shut in concentration, visualizing Kaiser on top of him, breathing heavily into his ear and licking up Ness' neck. Ness shakily snuck his hand between his legs to play with his clit. Kaiser would barely prepare him, only quickly sticking in a finger or two, saying Ness' heat-induced looseness and slick should be plenty. Besides, Ness liked the stretch. 

He remembered the harsh way Kaiser would grip his hips before thrusting and bottoming out in seconds. The mere thought sent a punch of arousal to his gut, forcing Ness to bite back a moan. Groaning, he quickly thrust two of his fingers between his folds as deep as he could go. Slick coated his fingers, leaking down to his wrist as he worked himself open. Kaiser rarely ever gave him a chance to adjust— a few seconds at most before starting his unforgiving pace, occasionally mixing things up just to tease. Kaiser could do as he pleased, and Ness took whatever he got, just happy to be there and be of use. They both liked it that way. 

Boxers soaking, Ness pulled them halfway down his thighs and did his best to relax his body. Sometimes Kaiser would only use his fingers on him; whenever he was annoyed and wanted to take it out on something, but not frustrated or pent up enough to take his cock out. Other times, it was just because he liked seeing the way Ness squirmed. Ness couldn't count the number of times he'd cum on just Kaiser's hand. His fingers were long and precise and rubbed some places better than his cock did. Kaiser would make Ness ride his fingers till he had tears streaming down his cheeks from overstimulation. They pushed and curled and spread inside his cunt, and it drove Ness crazy, like it was now. Ness' weren't nearly as lithe or strategic, but he had to make do with what he had. The way his fingers went so easily all the way in and out sent him closer to the edge. 

His breathing came in shallow gasps. The discomfort had gone down slightly, but Ness still couldn't rid himself of the burning ache for more, and the desire to get fucked and filled properly. He’d feel embarrassed that his heat had him so desperate, but being knuckle deep into himself, he had other priorities. He thumbed at his clit, while the Kaiser in his head fucked him harder. The initial feeling and stretch of his knot forming would have Ness keening and arching his back more than anything else.

If he was good, right when Kaiser knew Ness was on edge, Kaiser would whisper praise in his ear, and Ness would have to put all of his energy into not cumming on the spot. Kaiser always gave him the command. He was definitely close, only a little more until he had a much-needed release. 

He quickened the pace of his fingers, biting down harder on the hoodie’s sleeve. 

A sudden set of knocks jolted Ness from his thoughts. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration, determined to carry on and not lose the high he was on. 

But they kept coming, interrupting Ness’ train of thought. He tried to block out the sound, hoping it would stop. His cunt ached for release, and he was so close. 

“...Ness?” He heard muffled through the door. 

Ness had never wanted to kill anyone more.

Stupid Yoichi— Ness told him to leave him alone. What the hell did he think he was doing? If Ness were denied this orgasm, he might just die right there.

“Are you dead or something? I have an idea.”  

He tried his best to ignore him, even putting a pillow over his head, but the other kept babbling words that Ness didn’t have enough brain power to make sense of. Thinking of Kaiser became more and more difficult, and Ness’ prickled in irritation. All of a sudden, the image of Kaiser blurred into one of Isagi as Ness continued to curse him in his mind.

And Ness immediately stopped everything. Because as close as he was, he was not going to spill all over himself with Yoichi as the last thing on his mind. 

Ness wanted to scream. 

He calmed his breathing as much as he could. “Go. Away,” he rasped out.

“Oh good, you’re awake.”  

Having completely given up, Ness pulled up his sticky boxers and hugged Kaiser’s hoodie with his entire body. 

“Well, I know heats are really difficult to get through alone, so I was wondering if you would let me help you out a bit... it’d be in everyone’s best interest since we have a game soon...” 

“Yoichi... Go, ah, away .”

“..You sound even worse... seriously, I’m kind of worried.” 

Isagi was extremely lucky that Ness barely had the energy to speak— otherwise, he would definitely be a dead man.

“I know we’re not on the best terms, but you should really let me do this for you-” 

Ness tuned out the rest of Isagi’s words. Just what was that idiot thinking?

“I don’t know much about heats but-” 

“Wait,” Ness managed. “What... what are you planning?” He slowly sat up, all of his limbs heavy, and his crotch still uncomfortably wet. “Help, h-how exactly?”

“Uhh, the only way I can? I know you don’t trust me, and I get it-” 

Red slowly bloomed on his cheeks. The only way? Was Yoichi propositioning to have sex with him? That was impossible, and ridiculous, quite frankly. The thought angered him, actually. He had no idea the meaning behind what he was saying. 

“You don’t.. know what you’re saying, Yoichi!” Ness yelled, covering his face with a pillow again. “You can’t-“

“Why not? I can-” 

“You don’t know what you’re getting into!”

“What? It’s really not a big deal-” 

“It is! You gross pervert!”

“Quit saying that! And how come?? I just have to run to the store and buy-” 

“WHAT?!” Ness screeched. 

“Actually, I don’t know which ones to get, or if you have a preference, I’ve never had to do this before, if you couldn’t tell, so I was hoping you’d tell me-” 

“No! What the hell, Yoichi!” Condoms were the last thing on his mind right now. 

“Not to mention how much you even need. They come in different sizes and strengths, right?” 

Ness shrieked, chucking a pillow at his door. Where did Yoichi’s audacity come from? Why ask how many he needed? What was he implying? Why would he even need to consider something other than the smallest size?

“...What was that for?” 

“You’re insane! How... how could you even suggest this?”

“Why are you so against it? It’ll help you, right?” 

Ness buried his face into his arms and folded them on top of his knees. That wasn’t the issue— it would help him. There was only so much pleasure he could give himself on his own. Heats screamed for a mate, for a partner, for someone you could trust. 

But Yoichi was none of those things. They weren’t even friends. They were on borderline civil terms at best.

“I can’t believe y-you!” Ness cried out. “W-why-”

“I’m not as heartless as you think, Ness! Plus, we all need you for the match.” 

The match... that was right, Ness almost forgot.

The match they had against Dortmund in three days. At this rate, Ness definitely wouldn’t be able to play. 

Unless...

Ness bit his lip, trying his best to weigh his options while battling the two demons on his shoulders, the angel that was supposed to be there having long disappeared by now. One said to open the door and throw Isagi out of their room, while the other told Ness to just agree and throw him on the bed instead. His body was definitely on the side of the latter as it continued to ache from his emptiness. What little rational sense he had left was leaving him by the second, especially when Isagi was simply offering himself up.

“...Ness?” 

“There’s no way we... things could be different after this,” Ness murmured, rubbing his temples. “You’re asking for... for a lot.”

A pause.

“...No? They won’t be different? I won’t be weird about it, if that’s what you’re worried about.” 

Ness slowly slid to the edge of his bed and crept toward the door.

“Why are you acting so weird? It’s not a big deal-” 

“No.. you’re right. It’s nothing deep.” It was just sex for their mutual benefit, Ness reasoned. Even though it would be with... Yoichi ... He grimaced— it couldn't be that bad, right? Yoichi was a little cute if you looked at him long enough. Watching him play from the sidelines... Ness supposed he didn’t look terrible. He was a lot smaller than Ness, but that shouldn’t be too much of an issue... Worst case, he could shut his eyes and think about Kaiser instead.

“Yeah, it’ll be good for everyone in the long run. I don’t know if it’ll.. um, get rid of it entirely, probably not actually, but it’s better than doing nothing.” 

Ness sucked in a breath— this might just be the lowest point of his entire life. His expectations weren’t very high, but maybe a beta could have a similar effect to alphas on heats. Even making the comparison felt like an insult toward Kaiser, Yoichi definitely wouldn’t be able to compare. But, he wasn’t in a position to be picky. Maybe if he told Yoichi what to do, this could work. 

“You’re unbelievable..” Ness muttered against his door. 

“...So, is that a yes..?” 

-

Isagi waited patiently in front of Ness’ room. The only way to battle stubbornness was with more stubbornness. He could smell the scent of berries just from standing there, along with the scent of something sweeter he couldn’t put a name to. 

He knew Ness would be difficult to convince, but he didn’t think it would take this much effort. What he offered wasn’t anything out of the ordinary.

The door unlocked with a faint click and slowly inched open enough to where Isagi could see one of Ness’ eyes through the crack. His cheeks were even brighter than earlier, and his eyebrow was furrowed deeply. He opened his mouth hesitantly before shutting it, thinking for a few more seconds, and opening it again.

“You... you’re sure, right?” His voice was weak, desperate, almost. 

“Yeah...? I know you sort of hate me, but...” Isagi shrugged. “And it’s not like I’m busy.” He had plenty of free time; half an hour of his time wouldn’t hurt. The exercise would be nice too. 

Ness opened the door fully, and that sweet scent got even stronger. What was that? 

Isagi finally got a good look at the other, and to put it short, standing in what looked like nothing but a Bastard München jersey and socks, he looked like a wreck, clutching the edge of the door like a lifeline. But a seductive wreck, Isagi had to admit. Glassy magenta eyes stared down at him through thick lashes, and Isagi couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. He’d always acknowledged Ness as pretty in his mind, but all the features of his that contributed to that seemed accentuated. 

Isagi mentally gave himself a slap on the cheek— the pheromones were definitely getting to his head... 

“You can’t... take this back, Yoichi,” Ness mumbled. “Okay?”

Isagi frowned. “Why would I?”

Ness sighed and shook his head, frustration evident. “I really.. really don’t understand you, Yoichi.” His voice was barely above a whisper now. “I never have.”

“Well, I don’t understand you either, if that helps,” Isagi confessed. It was true, he didn’t even know why Ness played football. 

Isagi studied the other’s conflicted expression. He was chewing on his lip in a concentrated frown, eyes flickering between Isagi and the floor. 

“...Say you want to do this,” Ness said finally.

“I do,” Isagi nodded. “Again, it’s not a big de-”

“Shut up,” Ness interrupted, scrunching his eyes closed. “You have to... to listen to me, okay?”

“Okay...”

“Because you don’t know what you’re doing.”

“I don’t.”

Ness gave an exasperated sigh and continued to stare him down. It felt like he was naked while Ness picked him apart piece by piece, and all Isagi could do was watch. He swallowed nervously, but stared back with earnest determination. 

“...So.. which-”

Isagi was cut off with a loud yelp as Ness wormed his fist into Isagi’s collar and yanked him into his room without warning. 

The overwhelming scent of lavender invaded his senses, filling up his nose entirely. Isagi gasped, head feeling lighter. He’d barely blinked before he found himself lying in the middle of Ness’ bed. 

“What-”

Ness silenced him with a loud shush, pushing Isagi down with his hands on his shoulders. He opened his mouth to protest, but the way Ness lifted himself onto Isagi with ease, straddling him with his knees on either side of Isagi’s hips, left his throat dry. Any words he had quickly left his mouth, along with any coherent thoughts. 

Wasting no time, Ness leaned down and nuzzled his nose in the crook of Isagi’s neck, inhaling his scent like it’d keep him sane. Isagi stared up at the ceiling in a daze— what the hell was happening? It registered to him how wet the other was, feeling it through his clothes, and Isagi’s face heated up immediately.

“N-Ness?” Isagi squirmed, trying to push Ness’ head away. “What are you..?” 

Ness groaned and sat up, face flushed and annoyed. “What? You said y-you’d... you’d help me.” He was practically panting. “Don’t play w-with, ah, me, Yoichi.”

Isagi’s eyes widened, “Not like this! I meant going out and buying you a bottle of suppressants!” Not... whatever Ness had in mind.

Ness remained unfazed as he stared down at Isagi. 

But Isagi saw the realization slowly hit him as he processed the words, horror creeping into his expression by the passing second. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. 

There went Isagi’s chance at getting Ness to hate him less. Maybe he should’ve kept his mouth shut and let Ness continue. It’s not like Isagi was opposed to the idea.

The silence stretched till the hand curled in Isagi’s shirt began to quiver, and the look on Ness’ face suddenly darkened.

“Get. Out,” he spat.

“Wait-”

“OUT!”

Isagi figured that if he valued his life at all, he should probably listen. He leaned back on his elbows and attempted to sit up. “O-Okay-”

“Ugh! I hate you, Yoichi!” Ness cried out, hunching over and putting his head to Isagi’s chest, unintentionally pushing him back down. “I hate.. you s-so much— you’re so stupid and, a-and-”

It was then that Isagi came to the realization that Ness genuinely was on the verge of tears. And he couldn’t blame him, if he were in Ness’ position, he would want nothing more than to melt into a puddle of embarrassment. A wave of guilt hit him— he should’ve been clearer. He blamed his unfamiliarity with situations like these, but this was still very much his fault.

“I’m sorry-”

“Shut up!” Ness sat up again and gave Isagi an ugly look. “Did you... you do this o-on purpose? To h-humiliate me?” His magenta eyes were wet and dark, shooting Isagi a hurt, accusatory glare.

“What? No!” It really was a misunderstanding. (One that embarrassed one of them way more than the other, albeit.) “Ness, I swear-”

“You jerk, Yoichi!” 

Isagi grimaced. There was definitely no fixing this mess he got himself into.

Unless... 

“You’re not... allowed t-to bring this up ever, okay?” Ness hissed, getting close to Isagi’s face. “A-actually, I never want to see y-you again.” Isagi should’ve been thinking about how to resolve this peacefully, but due to the proximity, he noticed the faint freckles that covered the bridge of Ness’ nose and began scanning his face for more instead.

“Are you listening, stupid Yoichi?” Ness snapped, grabbing Isagi’s face by both sides of his jaw. “You’re.. you’re dead to me. Say goodbye to your passes.”

“Hold on now,” Isagi mumbled, circling his hand around Ness’ wrist. “I’m sorry, Ness-”

“Sorry doesn’t change anything! I... I...” He trailed off as more tears welled up in his eyes. “I was stupid to think-”

“Let's just do it,” Isagi blurted.

“..What?”

“I'll help you. Like this.” 

Ness stared at him like he was crazy. 

“Sex," he added to clarify. "It’s actually a good idea, thinking about it. I’m not against it- OW- ”

His cheek exploded with a sudden burst of pain as his head flew to the side. Isagi’s hand shot up to hold his face, pressing on his cheek as he winced. Blinking to refocus his vision, he looked up to see an even more upset Ness.

“What the hell-?1“

“You’re unbelievable!” Ness shrieked, chest heaving with his fist still curled in the air beside him. His expression was angry and pained as the tears finally began to flow. “You can’t just- just-”

“Why not? You technically agreed to it earlier.” Isagi had managed to sit up, now leaving Ness in his lap. “It wasn’t what I was thinking originally, but it’s a good idea-”

“I don’t want your pity-”

“It’s not pity, Ness. Everything I said before still stands.” It would help Ness and would naturally be more effective than pills. And it would allow Ness to play in the upcoming match, so it would benefit everyone. 

Ness started to toy with his bottom lip again, to which Isagi took as a sign that he was considering it.

“It would help more than pills, right? And you’d have a better chance at feeling better in time for the match...”

Ness was clearly conflicted, weighing Isagi’s words once again. 

“..Why did...” he took a shaky breath, “did you change your mind?”

It was a mix of things if he was being honest. Everything he’d already mentioned, with the addition of him realizing he liked the sound of the idea a lot more than he’d expected to. Ness straddling him might’ve shifted his perspective a bit.

How he was supposed to put that into words without sounding like the pervert Ness kept saying he was, he had no clue.

So, he just didn’t say it at all.

“Umm,” he scratched the back of his neck, “after I acknowledged it, it seemed like the better option. The best way for me to help and for you to be able to play on Monday.”

“You don’t... even want to. You just feel bad,” Ness murmured, wiping a stray tear.

“Huh?” Hadn’t he just said he did? “I do.” 

“You... want to have sex with me?” 

Well, when Ness put it like that, it felt a lot different. The way Ness asked it, combined with the big, doe eyes that stared right into him, made him feel strangely hot. 

“I-I’m suggesting it to help you with your heat, yes,” Isagi added, a flush creeping up his neck. “And for the match.”

“For the match,” Ness repeated.

Isagi nodded. “An arrangement for, um, convenience.. and our mutual benefit.”

Ness' eyes were narrowed, studying him carefully. “...And nothing more.”

“Nothing more.”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“Okay...” Ness said slowly. “If Yoichi just wants to so badly...” 

“That’s not-“

“Shut up! I’m still angry with you!” Ness shouted, raising his voice and shoving an accusatory finger into Isagi’s chest. “You must think I’m so easy, a-and, and-”

“No way!” Isagi protested, grabbing the other’s wrist. “I would never- it’s nothing like that. Heats are natural, and I just want to help,” he said earnestly. “I respect you, Ness.” Despite all the rudeness and his questionable choices in men (Kaiser). 

“You... you’re unbelievable,” Ness trembled. Eyebrows knitted together and panting, the look on his face screamed desperation. “I... I...” he broke off in a whimper and ran a hand through his bangs. The sweet scents in the air only grew stronger, and Isagi took a deep breath inhaling it all. It was definitely growing on him. 

Ness sighed in defeat. 

“..Lie back down, Yoichi,” he whispered finally. 

Complying, Isagi lowered himself down to his back again while Ness shifted faintly above him. He leaned over Isagi and placed his hands on either side of his head.

“And don’t kiss me,” he added. “My heart’s taken.”

“Okay.”

“Sorry, Yoichi, I know... I know you want to.”

Isagi snorted. “Yeah, I’m heartbroken.”

Continuing to stare at him and bite at his lip, Ness was most likely debating with himself on how to continue, his previous fire replaced with a slight hesitancy. Isagi could tell he was trying his best to keep it together with the way his body shook. 

“...Are you okay?-“

“Yes,” Ness said quickly. “I’m just... thinking.”

“About..?”

“About how I ended up here.”

Isagi frowned. How encouraging. 

But he took it as a challenge like he did with most things in his life— he would make sure Ness wouldn’t regret this and get rid of any uncertainty he still had. Feeling dangerously bold, Isagi decided to make the first move himself.

He moved up so his lips were just centimeters away from Ness’ throat, bringing up a hand to hold Ness’ jaw while he placed the other at the base of his neck.

“Do you count this as kissing?”  

“...No,” Ness breathed, deathly still.

With the green light, Isagi closed his eyes and started to lick up the other’s neck, faintly sucking and kissing till he reached his jaw. It was a shame he couldn’t leave marks, but being able to listen to the light noises Ness made made it worth it.

“...I’m.. still, ah, mad at you, Yoichi,” Ness mumbled. 

“I’ll make it up to you, then,” Isagi said, blue eyes round and determined. “Let me use my mouth.” 

“What-” 

“You heard me.” He sat up and saw that Ness’ mouth had fallen slightly open while he stared at him with an expression of disbelief. “I think you could use it,” Isagi said, motioning to Ness’ crotch with his head. “You’re really wet.”

Ness blushed furiously and scowled at him, climbing off his lap. “Don’t think it’s- it’s because of you.”

Isagi rolled his eyes; that he knew, but he could try and change that. “Lie down where I am,” he instructed, shifting to the front to give Ness enough room. 

The omega gave him a hesitant look. “...You don’t have to... all I’d need for this is just to.. to ride you," he grimaced. "It'll be easier-”

“I want to.”

Ness averted his eyes, clearly embarrassed by his response. 

“It’ll feel good, I swear.”

“...So sure of yourself, aren’t you, Yoichi? You must be mediocre at best-”

“Just lie down,” Isagi mumbled, gently pushing Ness onto his back. He still looked uncertain, but let Isagi maneuver him without any resistance. 

“I haven’t ever really...”

Isagi’s eyes widened. “Really?” Seriously? He took a glance at the omega’s thighs; someone like Ness hadn’t been...? Damn it, Kaiser, Isagi cursed. He really had never appreciated what he had, even with every chance in the world to do so. “I should’ve known,” he muttered under his breath.

“What?” Ness frowned. “What is that supposed to-”

“Nothing— just trust me.”

Ness held his tongue and rested his head on the pillows with his knees bent. Isagi spread them just enough so that he could fit himself between the other’s legs. Before Isagi could ask permission to take off Ness’ boxers, Ness mumbled that he would do it. Lifting his hips to pull them down, he swiftly kicked them off with his ankles.

Isagi was hit with another wave of that painfully sweet smell as he glanced down at Ness’ glistening cunt. 

“...It’s the slick,” Ness answered for him. “Hurry up, Yoichi, I...” He whispered, face red and eyes glassy. “I feel like I’m going crazy.”

“Yeah,” Isagi said, still staring. Me too, he’d almost blurted. He was actually about to eat out Alexis Ness. “Yeah, okay, sorry-” Blinking to snap out of it, he lay down on his stomach.

He grabbed onto Ness’ thighs and began to lick the most inner parts of them, tongue swirling over soft skin. Experimentally, he sank his teeth into the flesh. They were as thick as they looked, Isagi confirmed contently. It was an easy thing to get lost in.

“Don’t... tease.”

Realizing he was getting caught up in his own self-indulgence, Isagi moved to Ness’ leaking cunt. He opened his mouth and, without warning, dove between his folds with his tongue before latching onto it entirely. 

Ness let out a loud whimper, hips lifting ever so slightly in return. Isagi continued to lick and suck, as slick filled his mouth. It was sweet and tangy, and so was Ness, Isagi learned. A sudden, sharp suck at his clit almost made Ness' legs close out of reflex. His fingers twisted in the sheets as Isagi continued to dig into his cunt, moans falling from his lips. 

Isagi pressed Ness’ thighs closer against his head, encouraging him to wrap them around him entirely. Ness was probably holding back out of concern for him, but in reality, it was a small fantasy of his to be crushed like in those stereotypical porn magazines. And a particularly rough drag of his tongue between his folds while his nose pressed into his clit left Ness doing just that. His ankles were crossed behind Isagi’s head, pushing him as close as possible to his cunt. Every breath Isagi took was short and through his nose, mouth heavily preoccupied. Ness tasted good, and all the noises he made only fueled Isagi further. He searched for Ness’ hand with his own, finding it and placing it on top of his head. 

Ness’ fingers wove between the navy strands of hair and pushed his head down even more as he arched his back off the bed and messily thrusted his hips to meet Isagi’s mouth. Isagi groaned into Ness when he tugged at his hair, his mouth vibrating against Ness’ cunt and making him tremble even more. 

“Yoichi,” Ness moaned breathlessly. The sound went straight to his dick throbbing in his shorts. 

Isagi continued working his mouth and tongue, alternating between sucking his clit and burying his tongue into his hole, lapping up everything inside. All Ness could do was raggedly pant and squeeze his thighs harder around his head, too out of it to remember his previous concern for Isagi’s breathing.

It wasn’t like Isagi minded— this was practically heaven for him.

Slowly easing off, Isagi looked up at Ness, whose eyes were squeezed shut and eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. It was Isagi’s turn to pant now, breathing in all the oxygen he’d been cut off from. 

Ness, sensing the shift, fluttered his eyelids and looked ahead to see Isagi, eyes big as he stared at Ness, gasping with Ness’ slick and wetness all over his face, dripping off his chin. 

“I bet,” Isagi started, “Kaiser never did this for you.”

Ness’ lips tried to form a scowl. “Don’t.. make me punch.. you again,” he managed, cheeks burning red. 

“If you break my nose, it won’t feel as good,” Isagi smiled, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

“... Unbelievable ..!”

Isagi held up an arm for Ness to grab, pulling him up while his legs still rested on Isagi’s shoulders. Slowly sliding them off, he crawled next to Ness. “Move up or to the side,” he said. “I’m not done.”

“What?”

“I need to lie down where you were.”

Ness complied, sitting up fully and slowly shifting to the left. He watched as Isagi took up the original position he’d been in. Isagi laid his head on a pillow, bent his knees, and looked up at Ness. Bringing himself up, Ness sat right on his chest, a little below his collarbone. His legs were spread, giving Isagi a full view of the omega’s soaked, leaking cunt.

“Sit on my face,” 

Ness’ eyes widened, “A-are you sure..? I d-don’t think I...” Isagi wanted to remind him that that was what he’d said earlier, but couldn’t help but think his concern was sort of adorable.

“I can handle it, you saw it before,’ Isagi reassured. “And um, I like it,” he added, a little more embarrassed,

At that, Ness couldn’t find it in him to protest further. Especially with the way his body was screaming at him to continue.

“You don't have to hold back.”

He slowly moved forward and raised himself up with shaky legs. Hovering just above Isagi’s mouth, he reached for the headboard and sank down, knees bent and on either side of Isagi’s head. Isagi felt Ness’ weight on his face and the wetness against his lips.

He inhaled more of Ness’ scent, taking a deep breath, before reaching his hands up to his thighs. He started slowly this time, pressing soft kisses along his cunt and taking his time to swirl his tongue over Ness’ folds while Ness faintly squirmed. Isagi could feel his impatience. 

Not wanting to deny him any longer, Isagi finally stuck his tongue out to lick a harsh stripe from the bottom to his clit. Isagi heard Ness’ breathing hitch, and pressed it inside him. He flitted his tongue in and out of his hole, grabbing Ness’ hips and pushing him down deeper onto it. 

Ness moaned, a hand finding its way into Isagi’s hair again while the other gripped the headboard. He ground onto Isagi’s mouth as his tongue fucked him. The weight on his face got stronger, and it only turned him on more. His own head was foggy now, not being able to think about anything except Ness on top of him. Isagi’s grip on his hips while Ness rocked them back and forth had the other crying out in pleasure. All of Isagi’s own groans reverberated through his cunt, pushing him closer to the edge. The occasional harsh sucks on his clit had his thighs shaking. Isagi could feel them tightening around his head, along with the way his body trembled. He licked and lapped up his juices like it was the only thing keeping him sane, which was, in turn, driving Ness insane. The obscene sounds of slurping and gasping were all Isagi could hear.

“Y-yoichi- ah-, I-” Ness tried to lift himself off, but Isagi pulled him back down from his hips onto his mouth— Isagi wanted him to finish on it. Ness mumbled something incoherent before complying with Isagi, even speeding up the pace.

Isagi liked it, the feeling of his face against Ness’ cunt, as well as knowing that he was the one making Ness feel this good. It left him more determined, and so did every sound the other made and every tug on his hair. He latched on to his clit, focusing on it and sucking harshly without rest. Ness whined, squeezing his thighs closer together. The pressure on either side of his head was driving him crazy, his cock aching unbearably in his boxers.

There was no further warning aside from a loud whimper and a strong tensing of his thighs when a warm, thick substance began to flow from his cunt. Isagi lapped up as much of it as he could, letting Ness ride out his orgasm on his face. 

As Ness’ movements slowly came to a halt, Isagi’s did too. He moved to kissing and sucking on the slick inner flesh of Ness’ thighs. They were smooth and almost milky against his tongue, but he could still feel the thick muscle that resided underneath. Muscle that could probably break his head.

Finally easing off him, Ness moved back onto Isagi’s chest. Isagi’s mouth was open, panting raggedly in a daze of his own. Ness stared at him while doing the same, eyes lidded and dark, face feeling hotter by the second. Something about how earnest and pure Isagi looked while he had Ness’ cum all over his face that had his stomach doing flips. There was definitely no way he would be able to see him the same way ever again.

Ness glanced behind him to see the tent in Isagi’s pants. Murmuring something under his breath, he leaned back ever so slightly and snuck a hand under the waistband of his boxers. He reached for Isagi’s cock and wrapped his hand around it. Isagi’s eyes flew open, gasping. It took everything in him not to jerk his hips up to match Ness’ motions.

“..Off,” Ness mumbled, continuing to stroke him. He squeezed the base of it and moved up and down, occasionally thumbing at the tip.

Isagi muffled the noises coming from the back of his throat by clasping a hand over his mouth. The pressure on his cock was making his head spin, Ness’ skillful hand doing numbers on him.

“H-hold on,” he stuttered, getting on his elbows. Maneuvering his pants off with the help of Ness, his cock sprang free. It was throbbing and leaking in Ness’ hand. He kept going, jerking Isagi off. Isagi bucked into Ness’ hand and groaned. He was definitely going to cum at this rate. 

Angling himself back for better access, Ness wrapped his other hand around Isagi’s cock too. His head fell back into the pillows as he gasped, lower abdomen tight with heat. Speeding up his hips, he chased the release he was so close to. A jerk at his base and Ness all of a sudden putting half his cock in his mouth, giving it a sharp suck, did Isagi in.

He spilled over Ness’ hand with a moan, covering his eyes with his forearm. The omega’s breathing had calmed down by now, but Isagi’s was still ragged as he came down from his peak. His brain felt fuzzy; he barely registered Ness licking stripes up his neck. Both their pheromones were raging— Isagi couldn’t smell his own scent as well, but he was sure they mixed in the air of Ness’ room. 

Slowly, Isagi felt his rapid heartbeat faintly recede as he breathed. Ness got up, now on all fours above him. His expression was desperate, a hazy, lustful look in his half-lidded eyes. Isagi appeared nearly as wrecked, face sticky and a sinful shade of red, staring right back at Ness. 

“Do something,” the midfielder said.

“L-like?” 

“I don’t... know, I can barely think,” Ness slurred. “Everything’s- hot inside.. n’ aches.”

Isagi didn’t know how it worked from Ness’ end, but he assumed that was Ness’ heat influencing him.

“J-just, touch me,” he pleaded. “Please.” His pink lips were wet and glossy, and Isagi really wanted to kiss them. 

Unfortunately, he wasn’t allowed to touch them, so he went for the other pair instead.

He reached a hand down to Ness’ cunt, gliding his middle and ring finger through his wet folds. He was able to press them inside easily due to how open and slicked wet he was. Ness’ breath hitched as Isagi slid them in and out, grasping the sheets tightly. Entranced by the soft, loose give of Ness’ cunt, he watched the way his fingers disappeared and remerged, glistening with his fluids. 

“Hah.. t-that’s, ah-, good,” he moaned, burying his face into Isagi’s shoulder. The praise fueled him to keep going— Isagi began to spread his fingers. His walls were soft and hot as Isagi scissored him open from the inside. He slipped in another finger, and Ness tightened around them. With trembling thighs, Ness began to move his hips to meet Isagi’s hand.  

Isagi took his thumb and circled over his clit, at random instances applying pressure, dragging high-pitched whines from Ness’ throat. 

“Do you want to cum?” Isagi asked hoarsely. 

“Yes, yes- please-” Ness’ voice broke with a sharp hook of Isagi’s fingers. 

Isagi groaned— he was way too weak. Any plans to see how far he could push the other were thrown out the window. Besides, this wasn’t exactly the time— Ness would definitely kill him. Isagi hastily flipped their positions, pushing Ness on his back and pulling his knees apart. He leaned over him and thrust his fingers back in to stretch him. Ness really didn’t need it because of all the slick, but Isagi wanted to finish what he started, and the way Ness’ cunt clenched and sucked him in deeper was addicting.

The midfielder looked good like this-- spread open, hands clutching the sheets, breath hitching. Ness’ whole body was flushed, and his eyes were screwed shut while he panted with his mouth open. He still had on a Bastard Jersey that gave off a hint of roses (Kaiser’s, if he had to guess), but that, weirdly enough, added to the effect. It reminded him he was touching what he wasn’t meant to, and that was a twisted pleasure in itself. 

While keeping his pace, he bent down to suck at his collarbone, free hand traveling under Ness’ shirt to explore. He rubbed at his waist, and Ness whined at the sudden touch. 

It only took a few more deep thrusts, hitting a particular sweet spot for Ness to come undone. His walls spasmed around his fingers with a sharp gasp as cum flowed onto them. Both of their breathing came in heavy, and Isagi kept sucking at his chest to give his mouth something to do. His fingers still moved, just slower and without thrusting.

Ness mumbled something beside his ear that Isagi couldn't understand, the omega unable to formulate words properly.

Isagi slowly got up as Ness came down from it. He was fully hard now, cock lying heavy in his lap. Gently sliding his fingers out of Ness cunt, Isagi sat back on his heels. His hand was sticky and shiny with the other's orgasm.

Ness opened his eyes wearily to look up at Isagi, one arm still thrown over his forehead. Magenta eyes stared back at him, all glassy and oddly vulnerable. Did he feel better now? Isagi had done his best to make him feel good, and they’d been going for a good amount of time... maybe Ness was tired.

“..Do you um, feel better?” Isagi asked, ignoring the throbbing of his own cock. His voice came out timid— face warming as his actions a few minutes ago caught up to him. He wasn’t anticipating getting so immersed. 

Ness gave him a weak nod.  

“Are you tired?” 

“N-no,” he said quickly. “Not.. done.” His voice still had a high, desperate edge to it.

Isagi looked at him carefully— was he really not worn out?

He reached a shaky hand down from his head to open his cunt with fingers. The insides were flushed and glistening with slick and the last bits of his cum. “..Get in me, Yoichi... now,” he whispered. Isagi nearly came on the spot. 

“R-right,” he choked out. It hadn’t even been five minutes since Ness had finished. He supposed it was his heat—  it most likely kept him from getting as tired and contributed to freakishly high libido. 

After giving himself a few strokes, Isagi crawled between Ness’ legs and grabbed onto his hips. He lined up with Ness’ hole, still leaking and fluttering from earlier. The fact that this was about to happen felt a little unreal. 

“..Ready?”

Whining in response, Ness moved his thighs farther apart from each other. 

Isagi went in slowly, not wanting to hurt the other (as unlikely as that was). Heat enveloped his cock, and it made him lightheaded.

“Yoichi,” Ness whined impatiently. “Do it q-quickly- I need-”

“Okay, okay,” he mumbled. Sue him for trying to be considerate. Holding his hips for leverage, Isagi slammed in all the way in.

He groaned at the sensation, it taking over his brain. Ness cried out and tightened almost immediately, wrapping his legs around Isagi. Isagi took a second to get used to it, breathing heavily. 

As he started to thrust, Ness brought his arms up to Isagi’s shoulders, hugging around his neck. 

Everything felt good— the pressure on his throbbing cock, the way it pushed inside Ness’ cunt so easily, the faint nails on his back... and the airy whimpers near his ear all made it difficult to think of anything else. He slid a hand down to Ness’ ass and squeezed it, making Ness squeak.

“I...,” Ness started, breath fanning against his jaw, “knew.. you, ah, were a-a pervert.” 

“..Don’t start with that, Ness,” Isagi muttered. “How weird do you get with Kaiser, again?” Ness was definitely forgetting how the two had acted in front of everyone. With their strange power dynamic and confirmation that they were active with each other, Isagi couldn’t imagine what they got up to. 

Isagi squeezed his ass harder and thrust into him at a particular angle, making Ness moan. “And you can’t say that when you’re just as into it.”

“T-that’s n-not fair-” He broke into another whine when Isagi sped up his pace.

He fucked him faster into the mattress; wet noises and the sound of skin against skin filled the room. Isagi groaned as the heat in his abdomen grew. Panting, Ness clutched Isagi tighter, drool leaking from the corner of his mouth.

Isagi flipped their positions again, putting Ness on his lap. He bucked his hips up while pulling Ness down by his thighs onto his cock, reaching as deep as he could and punching a moan out of a wide-eyed Ness. He gasped, putting his hands on Isagi’s chest to stabilize himself. 

“Ness,” Isagi groaned, head falling back. With the image of the midfielder bouncing on his dick, expression absolutely ruined, now a thing in his mind, there was no way he could look at him the same way. 

“Fuck!” Ness cried out weakly. He raised himself up and onto Isagi, body trembling. “Y-yoichi, try to k-knot in m-me please-”

“W-what?” Isagi blinked an eye open, head spinning. That was unfortunately something he couldn’t do as a beta. “You know I can’t-”

“Ahh- I don’t c-care-”

“Are you going crazy?”

“Yes..!” Ness whispered, eyebrows knitted and lidded eyes glittering in desperation as he grabbed Isagi’s face. Before Isagi could speak, Ness hastily crashed his lips into his, stealing his breath entirely. Isagi froze, eyes as wide as saucers. What?

He hesitantly brought up a hand and splayed it on the side of Ness’ head. Brain catching up with the present, Isagi pressed his lips against Ness’, returning the action.

They both moaned into the kiss, somehow getting even closer. Ness’ lips were as plush as they looked, but Isagi could still feel the rough spots where he bit and split them too often. 

Breaking apart panting for air, they looked at each other in a daze. Isagi opened his mouth to make a comment, but Ness wasted no time kissing him again. He licked at his bottom lip, and Isagi parted his lips on cue, kiss deepening with their tongues in the mix.

Their hips still moved together, but it got sloppier— more desperate. Ness’ brain was turning to mush in his head, which was exactly what he wanted (and needed). He could still taste some of himself from earlier on Isagi’s lips, and that made him feel things he didn’t have the energy to place labels on. Tongue’s sliding and drinking up all the sounds the other made, they barely stopped to breathe.

Isagi wondered where the change of heart came from, but he wasn’t complaining. Plus, he had more urgent matters at hand— keeping up with Ness’ mouth, and that he was extremely close to cumming. He placed both hands on the backs of Ness’ upper thighs, meeting his hips with messy thrusts of his own. 

Ness broke off the kiss, leaving a long string of saliva connecting their lips. “Keep g-going,” he slurred. 

Lips now kiss-bitten and red, Isagi couldn’t help but think he looked beautifully wrecked.

“I-I’m close,” Isagi mumbled. “You should get off-”

“No w-way,” Ness protested hurriedly. “Y-yoichi, if you d-don’t, ah, do it inside I’ll- ah- I swear- ”

“Okay, okay— I g-got it.”

Ness clenched down on him in a way that had Isagi seeing stars, while pressing their lips together messily into a kiss again, and that was what pushed him over the edge. 

Isagi came with a shudder, hot pleasure coursing through his veins. His grip on the other tightened—  the feeling was so overwhelming he could barely think. Ness’ movements had slowed significantly, letting Isagi’s release fill him as much as it could. Isagi could only let out a weak moan.

Ness came after not much longer, the feeling of being filled up exactly what he craved. He whimpered as he raised up and down himself a few more times, making a messy combination of their releases. With a sigh, he collapsed on Isagi’s chest.

Chests heaving, they lay there till they caught their breath. 

Isagi slowly opened his eyes— Ness’ solid weight still on his chest. He definitely had some thinking to do... one of the best orgasms he had just came from an in-the-spur-of-the-moment with someone who could barely tolerate him and who Isagi himself could barely tolerate. It was just for convenience, but he realized now that he enjoyed it way more than he should have. He would need to store those feelings somewhere deep in his mind where no one, not even himself, could find them.

He looked at the head of brown and magenta hair that sat on his chest, lying still and breathing peacefully. It felt strange, wrong almost— this softness was extremely rare between them. The only time close to it was when he comforted Ness after he returned wasted with tear tracks on his cheeks. (Well, did his best to).

“...Ness?” Isagi asked, gently nudging his shoulder. He didn’t want to wake him if he was actually asleep, but they were still joined together and dirty. 

Instead of a proper response, Ness hummed and curled closer against Isagi’s chest. The sweet scent of berries came from him— softer than it had been before. The omega didn’t seem like he was going to budge.

“...”

Just what was he supposed to do now? 

Isagi’s hand hovered over the other’s back hesitantly, but he ultimately decided to drop it back to his side. He took a deep breath and lay his head back. Closing his eyes, he reasoned he should get some rest, too. 

-

“...I’m sorry, Yoichi,” Ness grimaced, holding an ice pack gently to Isagi’s cheek. 

“Ow, ow, ow-” Isagi quickly took it into his own hand, wincing. “I got it-”

Ness frowned, averting his eyes in regret and embarrassment over his past action. The place where he had hit Isagi was now red and swollen. Under normal circumstances, Ness would laugh, but the guilt of being the one to have landed the hit crept up and hit him harder than he expected. 

He shuffled to his side of the bathroom and took out a box of bandages from the cabinets. “Hold on,” Ness muttered. 

He’d woken up on Isagi’s chest, smelling the beta’s scent of rain and fresh grass. His body had felt lighter, and so did his mind. Not fogged up by the overwhelming urge to mate anymore, he could think clearly again. Ness hadn’t meant to doze off practically hugging the other, but it was undeniably what he and his body had needed. 

As he’d slowly peeled himself off Isagi, he saw (and felt) the mess they’d made. Their crotches were sticky and covered in dried cum. His inner thighs were coated in the translucent, white sheen of it. Ness quickly and quietly crawled off the bed to shower, careful not to wake the other.

Mind spinning, he had contemplated what had just happened. Hot water running down his body, he decided to ignore everything that had conspired. Ness didn’t want to remember or relive any of it. He was thankful for the other, but it hadn’t fully sunk in that Ness did what he did.. with Yoichi, no less...

Ness had returned to his room with a wet towel. Silently, he wiped Isagi off. That was the least he could do.

When his vision trailed up to Isagi’s face, his eyes had widened as he’d seen the bright red bump forming on his cheek. He’d forgotten about that...

So that led them here, in their shared bathroom, with Isagi sitting on the counter and Ness doing his best to treat him after the other had showered.

Ness applied a coat of aloe vera gel onto a bandage and then walked back over to Isagi. His parents had always made him care for his wounds on his own, and Kaiser got bruises often when they were younger from fights or training, so he was familiar with this.

“This should help,” he said. “Take the ice off.”

Isagi did as he was told, wincing as Ness placed the bandage on. He smoothed out the sides gently with his fingers to make sure it would stick. 

“...It’s cold,” Isagi mumbled. 

“It’ll help with the swelling.”

“Thanks...”

Ness cradled the other’s face as lightly as possible, careful not to put unnecessary pressure on the forming bruise. 

“...You didn’t have to hit me so hard.” 

“I didn’t mean to,” Ness muttered. He really hadn’t, but Isagi’s audacity combined with his own high emotions was bound to end badly. “..You look even uglier now, Yoichi.”

Isagi rolled his eyes. “Remind me, Ness, who kissed me again?”

Ness froze. That was also something he wanted to forget he did.

“You said I couldn’t because your heart was taken,” Isagi smiled innocently. “Did I steal it?”

“Don’t be delusional, Yoichi,” Ness snapped, heat rising on his cheeks. “I wasn’t thinking straight, that’s all.” He’d just... needed something to do with his mouth. Yeah. Isagi hummed in acknowledgment sarcastically. 

Finishing, Ness backed up and observed his work. The bandage covered the majority of the area— keeping it on with ice should keep it from getting out of control. Isagi pressed on it experimentally before Ness told him to stop.

“It’s going to be there on game day, isn’t it?” Isagi asked.

“It’s possible...”

“You better hope no one asks how I got it.”

“Sorry,” Ness said quietly, fumbling with his hands behind his back. “I’ll replace the bandage at night, and I have painkillers if you n-”

“Don’t feel too bad,” Isagi said, trying to reassure him. “Thinking back, I deserved it a little.”

Ness chewed on his lip; that was very true.

“Anyway, you feel better, right? You seem better.”

“Yes, I do,” he nodded. Compared to how he felt earlier that day, he felt miles better. His body wasn’t taken over by heat, and his lustful cravings were no more. His energy was still low, and he still felt heavy, but if he rested and got some more pills, he should be in good enough shape to play in their match. “...Thank you, Yoichi.” As much as he hated giving the other credit, Ness would’ve still been uselessly bedridden if it weren’t for him.

“That’s good-” 

“You need some work... but you weren’t so bad, I suppose.”

Isagi tilted his head to the side knowingly. “It didn’t seem that way...” he shrugged, and Ness wished he could wipe that idiotic look off his face for good. “It sounded like you enjo-” 

“Shut up,” Ness hissed, reaching out and pinching Isagi’s lips together. If he had to hear teasing about that for the rest of their time here, Isagi might end up with more than a bruise. “You aren’t allowed to talk about it.”

Isagi raised his hands in surrender and nodded his head, giving him a muffled apology.

Ness narrowed his eyes, “Good.” He eventually let go— Isagi continuing to stare at him with those bright blue eyes making him feel odd. “We’re done here, then.” He said, hurriedly going to the door before Isagi would have the chance to respond. 

Just as he stepped out, he registered the sound of a stomach grumbling. He paused in his tracks. 

...

Ness let out a sigh.

“...Come on, Yoichi. I’ll make something.”

Ness could practically hear the other’s smile as he hopped off the counter. 

“Thanks, Ness-”

“Don’t get used to it...” Ness muttered. The things life had him do...